A finger trails the line at the back of my stocking, and stops at the lacy border. His hand wraps around my inner thigh; squeezes. Gentle at first, then… harder. My cunt pulsates. My breathing hitches.
Harder, hurting me.
My nipples tingle, pressing against the lace of my bra. I moan; whimper. The hand disappears.
A finger runs up the back of my other leg. I hold my breath; clench my pussy muscles; feel my wetness, knowing what’s next.
Now: double the pain. Both thighs. Gripped. Hard. Bruising me.
I exhale when he lets go. Excited.
He’s only just beginning.
Writing a story of exactly 100 words is quite a challenge. It’s a great exercise, as it forces you to look critically at what you have written, and dares you to keep to the essence of your story. Please feel free to join in, and if you do, you’re welcome to use the badge below, and link back to my page.
© Rebel’s Notes
Ohh this wonderful – sexy image and erotic words
May xx
Thanks, May 🙂 xox
Delicious sensations beautifully conveyed Marie. Less can be more.
Thanks, Posy!
I love your 100 word stories. So inspiring (and delicious).
I love those thigh pinches too!
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They are just so good! 😉
A delicious beginning I’d say. Mmm…
I’ve a;ways loved the spaces in between the tops of hose and paradise…
I love how you pack so much so few words. I need to work on fewer words.
Thank you, David. It’s quite a challenge to write shorter, but I love it. And yes, those spaces are sooooo sexy!
I’ve just realized that if you take the ‘t’ off of ‘touch’ you get ‘ouch’.
OUCH.
But still…
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mmm ouch from the touch… love it 😉