05-08-2023, 09:24 PM
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UPDATE 16.2
THE LIGHTBRINGER
The married woman in front of me instantly straightens her back; she is still squatting, her eyes widening, "What do you think you're doing?' she demands, her voice quivering slightly as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do you realize I'm not single? And yet you started taking my Photo?"
"I was not taking anything. I just wanted to see more of you under the flashlight." I found my voice calm.
"You are lying. You are......" Trisha throws dozens of obscenities towards me.
I chuckle and step closer, "Is that any way to speak to a man who wishes to make your dreams come true?"
Trisha eyed me suspiciously, "Really? And how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't just take what you want and betray me?"
I laugh softly and shake my head, "I can give you assurances, but I have nothing else to back it up. I believe in enjoying life's simple pleasures. And right now, your pleasure is my pleasure."
Trisha pauses, struggling with her decision. Clearly, She wants it, but she is scared. She wants to feel alive, but she is too scared to take that risk.
"I can't do this,' she finally said, her voice trembling.
So she was finding an excuse to back away from this secret meet-up. She grabbed the first opportunity she got-the flashlight.
"Then don't choose to," I say in a gentle voice, sauntering up behind her and trying not to irk her," Choose to make your own decision and do something that makes you happy. Or leave it up to me."
Trisha stays silent.
I kneel behind her, my outstretched arms finding her curves companionably. She shivers but doesn't stop me.
My hands slide up her sides, and their warmth raises goosebumps along her skin. I lean in, and my lips find the nape of her neck, my kisses soft and teasing as I move gradually down to her shoulder. She moans softly, and I pull her curves closer, feeling my warmth fully as she begins to relax against me.
My hand caressing her right side continues to move around and latches onto her breast, circling my finger around the nipple teasingly as my other hand comes up to do the same on the left. She gasps at the shock of pleasure, and I murmur in her ear and tell her half-truth, "I'm here to make you feel pleasure, Beautiful. Everything else is up to you."
I have bigger ambitions regarding her.
She murmurs back, "I still don't trust you."
I swirl my thumbs teasingly around her nipples, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her lips. My warm breath tickles her neck as my lips brush it softly, tracing kisses up to her ear lobe as I whisper, "I love it when you let yourself go," gently tugging her earlobe between my teeth.
My fingers play with her breasts, caressing those; my hands move in circles, alternately light, then firm, then light again. My fingers dance over the delicate, exposed flesh, teasing and tantalizing her, making her squirm and moan softly. She can't help but become aroused by my gentle and knowing touch.
"Trust your pleasure." I mutter
My lips caress the curve of her neck, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses that make her shudder in delight, and a watercolor-like trail down her shoulders leaves her quivering in anticipation.
I nibble on her shoulder before trailing my lips to her collarbone and tracing soft circles. My hands wander over her breasts, cupping and teasing her with gentle, seductive touches.
Trisha's agape mouth is sucking air.
Feeling bold, I whisper flirtatious words in her ear,"' Shall I continue?" I tease, my lips nuzzling her ear, "Or are you too hot to handle?"
I don't wait for her answer; my one hand drifts seductively down her abdomen and, scrapping her inner thigh, disappears between her legs, rubbing its way around her wet pussy. I press a thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.
"You definitely are too hot to handle." I tease her for her wetness.
She lets out a shy laugh along with a delightful moan.
My other hand keeps her somersaulting nipples busy, my fingers delicately pinching her hardened peaks.
As Trisha's moan increase in intensity while teasing her slippery slit, I whisper, "'I can't wait to do this with you all night,' and 'Let's see what else you have to offer."
She hastily groans, "Not all night..my husband...ahhhhh...will come."
There it is. Her plan is to have sex and be done with me.I don't pursue that line of conversation.
"Your pussy smells divine." I chuckle flirtatiously, pressing my thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.
"Oh, you are sleazy..ahhhh." She moans and slaps my thigh in response to my vulgar teasing.
I let my nostrils flare and loudly take in the stimulating aroma of her pussy juice from the air while rubbing her clit in circular motions. She shivers in pleasure as my wild touch sends streams of pleasure throughout her body and giggles," Shut yoour filthy mouthh...ufff..."
"Let's find the candle, beautiful. Let's find it together." I goad her.
She answers, slipping into a trance-like state, "Yessss."
She obliges. She leans forward and searches for the candle, but I never leave her body. I am keeping her body galvanized against mine, and my fingers work inside her wet folds around her hardened pebbles, crowning her swelled tits.
Her hips rocked on my pelvis until She found the candle.
"Found it." She is huffing.
I leave her body and quickly get out of my pants.
"Let's light it up," I say huskily, kneeling beside her.
She gasps, staring at my hardened manhood.
I watch her, transfixed, as Trisha lights up the candle, its dim light illuminating her beautiful body. I can see the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the silhouette of her delicate collarbones. My eyes travel down her body, over the gentle arch of her belly and the shadows of her thighs.
"You are so beautiful," I murmur in awe, my voice barely a whisper.
She turns to me, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. 'Do you really think so?' she asks, her voice flirtatious; she has certainly sensed the amazement in my voice.
The contrast between her soft, supple skin and the mocha color of her nipples is breathtaking. Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.
Her two breasts stood out in a haunting silhouette against the dancing candlelight. They were firm and round, with dusky nipples that seemed to darken in the candle's glow. Her breasts, Full and voluptuous, they curved to a pointed peak, seeming to defy all perception of gravity, rising vulnerably towards the ceiling. Her areolas were the color of cocoa dust, darkly flecked against the softness of her fair skin.
Her light, creamy-skinned tits glowed in the candlelight, like honey in a jar as it's stirred. Her breasts seemed to be calling out for someone's touch –my touch, rising pertly from her chest; they were smooth and supple. The nipples seemed to swell with desire, begging for someone's attention-my attention. The curves of her breasts were like two pieces of fine silk melting into her chest.
The thin layer of tiny freckles scattered along the upper swell of her breasts softened and blurred in the candle's gentle glow, adding to the already erotic sight. With each breath, her breasts seemed to move ever so slightly, like an ocean wave lapping at the shore. The curious mixture of pleasure and anticipation in her eyes revealed an eagerness for pleasure.
Her breasts have a graceful upturn at the top, reminiscent of the curvature of a musical note on a sheet of paper. The warmth of the flickering golden flame seemed to light up her skin and give her breasts a glimmering radiance that was something between a bronze sheen and a pink blush. Her nipples were puckered into tight little knots of arousal, teasingly beckoning to the touch. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath that she took, each inhalation seeming to refill her figure with a newfound energy that left her eyes glowing lustfully.
My focus, however, shifted to her most intimate areas. Between her thigh gap from her neatly trimmed bush, there's the promise of passion. Her dark mound glistens with arousal, her aroused lips slightly parted as though inviting a touch or an invitation for more. It was from her pussy that the most irresistible fragrance drifted to my nose, a sweet and musky aroma that promised untold delights.
The dancing flicker of flame casts a dim, romantic glow over the married woman's body, her wheatish skin warm and inviting to my eager eyes. Her curves remain hidden in the shadows, but I can see her perfect pose as she stands before the candle, her arms twirling gracefully in the air, her back arched with an alluring sensuality.
"My, what a beautiful sight it is here in the flickering light…" is the first clear words thing I can't help but say.
Trisha turns her head, her lips curling in a sweeter smile, her eyes twinkling with a spark of recognition. "Why thank you, kind sir," she replies with a playfully flirtatious tone.
"It's my pleasure." I step closer and take in the warmth of her figure, my gaze traveling the length of her body, savoring every contour of her tantalizing physique. I can feel my desire growing with each step I take, and I take a deep breath to steady myself.
"The light makes your body look like it's glowing," I continue, my gaze glued to her sensuous figure.
She laughs lightly, eyes twinkling in the candle's flame," And what about your body? Do you think I think it looks good?"
I chuckle, heat rising to my cheeks, and self-awareness creeps me," I am just an admirer of yours."
She takes a step closer to me, leaving the candle on a slab, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her curves. She reaches out one hand and trails her fingertips over my chest softly, letting out a lovely little sigh as she does.
" As a consolation, the candlelight does make you more mysterious, my mysterious Stalker," she whispers, her eyes dusky with desire. Her eyes drop to check out my jutted manhood for a few seconds, then those bore into mine with a sheen of craving.
My heart flutters despite myself, and I can feel my desire for her coiling up inside me like a spring.
I take a step forward until our bodies are almost touching.
I brush a lock of hair from her face and whisper, "It's not just the light. You have that effect on me that no amount of candlelight could ever manage to do."
We embrace each other in passion and turn it into a kiss.
"What's that? Do you hear it?" Trisha suddenly recoils; a ghastly look clouds her face, and she turns her head to look behind, staying close to my body.
"You are so jumpy. I did not hear anything." I try to calm her.
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THE LIGHTBRINGER
The married woman in front of me instantly straightens her back; she is still squatting, her eyes widening, "What do you think you're doing?' she demands, her voice quivering slightly as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do you realize I'm not single? And yet you started taking my Photo?"
"I was not taking anything. I just wanted to see more of you under the flashlight." I found my voice calm.
"You are lying. You are......" Trisha throws dozens of obscenities towards me.
I chuckle and step closer, "Is that any way to speak to a man who wishes to make your dreams come true?"
Trisha eyed me suspiciously, "Really? And how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't just take what you want and betray me?"
I laugh softly and shake my head, "I can give you assurances, but I have nothing else to back it up. I believe in enjoying life's simple pleasures. And right now, your pleasure is my pleasure."
Trisha pauses, struggling with her decision. Clearly, She wants it, but she is scared. She wants to feel alive, but she is too scared to take that risk.
"I can't do this,' she finally said, her voice trembling.
So she was finding an excuse to back away from this secret meet-up. She grabbed the first opportunity she got-the flashlight.
"Then don't choose to," I say in a gentle voice, sauntering up behind her and trying not to irk her," Choose to make your own decision and do something that makes you happy. Or leave it up to me."
Trisha stays silent.
I kneel behind her, my outstretched arms finding her curves companionably. She shivers but doesn't stop me.
My hands slide up her sides, and their warmth raises goosebumps along her skin. I lean in, and my lips find the nape of her neck, my kisses soft and teasing as I move gradually down to her shoulder. She moans softly, and I pull her curves closer, feeling my warmth fully as she begins to relax against me.
My hand caressing her right side continues to move around and latches onto her breast, circling my finger around the nipple teasingly as my other hand comes up to do the same on the left. She gasps at the shock of pleasure, and I murmur in her ear and tell her half-truth, "I'm here to make you feel pleasure, Beautiful. Everything else is up to you."
I have bigger ambitions regarding her.
She murmurs back, "I still don't trust you."
I swirl my thumbs teasingly around her nipples, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her lips. My warm breath tickles her neck as my lips brush it softly, tracing kisses up to her ear lobe as I whisper, "I love it when you let yourself go," gently tugging her earlobe between my teeth.
My fingers play with her breasts, caressing those; my hands move in circles, alternately light, then firm, then light again. My fingers dance over the delicate, exposed flesh, teasing and tantalizing her, making her squirm and moan softly. She can't help but become aroused by my gentle and knowing touch.
"Trust your pleasure." I mutter
My lips caress the curve of her neck, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses that make her shudder in delight, and a watercolor-like trail down her shoulders leaves her quivering in anticipation.
I nibble on her shoulder before trailing my lips to her collarbone and tracing soft circles. My hands wander over her breasts, cupping and teasing her with gentle, seductive touches.
Trisha's agape mouth is sucking air.
Feeling bold, I whisper flirtatious words in her ear,"' Shall I continue?" I tease, my lips nuzzling her ear, "Or are you too hot to handle?"
I don't wait for her answer; my one hand drifts seductively down her abdomen and, scrapping her inner thigh, disappears between her legs, rubbing its way around her wet pussy. I press a thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.
"You definitely are too hot to handle." I tease her for her wetness.
She lets out a shy laugh along with a delightful moan.
My other hand keeps her somersaulting nipples busy, my fingers delicately pinching her hardened peaks.
As Trisha's moan increase in intensity while teasing her slippery slit, I whisper, "'I can't wait to do this with you all night,' and 'Let's see what else you have to offer."
She hastily groans, "Not all night..my husband...ahhhhh...will come."
There it is. Her plan is to have sex and be done with me.I don't pursue that line of conversation.
"Your pussy smells divine." I chuckle flirtatiously, pressing my thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.
"Oh, you are sleazy..ahhhh." She moans and slaps my thigh in response to my vulgar teasing.
I let my nostrils flare and loudly take in the stimulating aroma of her pussy juice from the air while rubbing her clit in circular motions. She shivers in pleasure as my wild touch sends streams of pleasure throughout her body and giggles," Shut yoour filthy mouthh...ufff..."
"Let's find the candle, beautiful. Let's find it together." I goad her.
She answers, slipping into a trance-like state, "Yessss."
She obliges. She leans forward and searches for the candle, but I never leave her body. I am keeping her body galvanized against mine, and my fingers work inside her wet folds around her hardened pebbles, crowning her swelled tits.
Her hips rocked on my pelvis until She found the candle.
"Found it." She is huffing.
I leave her body and quickly get out of my pants.
"Let's light it up," I say huskily, kneeling beside her.
She gasps, staring at my hardened manhood.
I watch her, transfixed, as Trisha lights up the candle, its dim light illuminating her beautiful body. I can see the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the silhouette of her delicate collarbones. My eyes travel down her body, over the gentle arch of her belly and the shadows of her thighs.
"You are so beautiful," I murmur in awe, my voice barely a whisper.
She turns to me, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. 'Do you really think so?' she asks, her voice flirtatious; she has certainly sensed the amazement in my voice.
The contrast between her soft, supple skin and the mocha color of her nipples is breathtaking. Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.
Her two breasts stood out in a haunting silhouette against the dancing candlelight. They were firm and round, with dusky nipples that seemed to darken in the candle's glow. Her breasts, Full and voluptuous, they curved to a pointed peak, seeming to defy all perception of gravity, rising vulnerably towards the ceiling. Her areolas were the color of cocoa dust, darkly flecked against the softness of her fair skin.
Her light, creamy-skinned tits glowed in the candlelight, like honey in a jar as it's stirred. Her breasts seemed to be calling out for someone's touch –my touch, rising pertly from her chest; they were smooth and supple. The nipples seemed to swell with desire, begging for someone's attention-my attention. The curves of her breasts were like two pieces of fine silk melting into her chest.
The thin layer of tiny freckles scattered along the upper swell of her breasts softened and blurred in the candle's gentle glow, adding to the already erotic sight. With each breath, her breasts seemed to move ever so slightly, like an ocean wave lapping at the shore. The curious mixture of pleasure and anticipation in her eyes revealed an eagerness for pleasure.
Her breasts have a graceful upturn at the top, reminiscent of the curvature of a musical note on a sheet of paper. The warmth of the flickering golden flame seemed to light up her skin and give her breasts a glimmering radiance that was something between a bronze sheen and a pink blush. Her nipples were puckered into tight little knots of arousal, teasingly beckoning to the touch. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath that she took, each inhalation seeming to refill her figure with a newfound energy that left her eyes glowing lustfully.
My focus, however, shifted to her most intimate areas. Between her thigh gap from her neatly trimmed bush, there's the promise of passion. Her dark mound glistens with arousal, her aroused lips slightly parted as though inviting a touch or an invitation for more. It was from her pussy that the most irresistible fragrance drifted to my nose, a sweet and musky aroma that promised untold delights.
The dancing flicker of flame casts a dim, romantic glow over the married woman's body, her wheatish skin warm and inviting to my eager eyes. Her curves remain hidden in the shadows, but I can see her perfect pose as she stands before the candle, her arms twirling gracefully in the air, her back arched with an alluring sensuality.
"My, what a beautiful sight it is here in the flickering light…" is the first clear words thing I can't help but say.
Trisha turns her head, her lips curling in a sweeter smile, her eyes twinkling with a spark of recognition. "Why thank you, kind sir," she replies with a playfully flirtatious tone.
"It's my pleasure." I step closer and take in the warmth of her figure, my gaze traveling the length of her body, savoring every contour of her tantalizing physique. I can feel my desire growing with each step I take, and I take a deep breath to steady myself.
"The light makes your body look like it's glowing," I continue, my gaze glued to her sensuous figure.
She laughs lightly, eyes twinkling in the candle's flame," And what about your body? Do you think I think it looks good?"
I chuckle, heat rising to my cheeks, and self-awareness creeps me," I am just an admirer of yours."
She takes a step closer to me, leaving the candle on a slab, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her curves. She reaches out one hand and trails her fingertips over my chest softly, letting out a lovely little sigh as she does.
" As a consolation, the candlelight does make you more mysterious, my mysterious Stalker," she whispers, her eyes dusky with desire. Her eyes drop to check out my jutted manhood for a few seconds, then those bore into mine with a sheen of craving.
My heart flutters despite myself, and I can feel my desire for her coiling up inside me like a spring.
I take a step forward until our bodies are almost touching.
I brush a lock of hair from her face and whisper, "It's not just the light. You have that effect on me that no amount of candlelight could ever manage to do."
We embrace each other in passion and turn it into a kiss.
"What's that? Do you hear it?" Trisha suddenly recoils; a ghastly look clouds her face, and she turns her head to look behind, staying close to my body.
"You are so jumpy. I did not hear anything." I try to calm her.
[ Pictorial illustration for visual enthusiasts : https://img88.pixhost.to/images/753/3711...oct-33.jpg ]
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