1. Succubus


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: MizzEmoWhore, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    I glanced over to the passenger in my car, marveling at her beauty, and my good fortune. She looked back with a soft smile that sent a tingle straight through my spine. God, how I wanted her. It was only a few hours ago that I had met her at the bar, her long blond hair shining even in the dim light of the smoky room. The thin, light blue dress she wore clung to her form, the loose skirt wrapping itself around her legs with every step she took. Her feet were displayed in silver heels, the hem of her dress stopping slightly above her ankles. The scooped neck presented her cleavage to the wandering eye, but hid more than it showed. Somehow, I had the feeling that she wore nothing but that dress, and those perfect breasts were real. Those deep blue eyes of hers had captured mine with a single glance, and the smile on her lips seemed inviting enough, so I joined her at her table. The feel of her cool, pale skin when we shook hands sent a shock through me, and I knew that I would do almost anything to take her home. As it turned out, all it took were a few hours of conversation, and a couple glasses of wine. She told me her name was Lily, and I told her mine was Robert. Beyond that, I couldn't remember what we spoke about, but I could remember her scent, which was intoxicating me now, here in my car. We pulled up to my house, and I got out first, opening her door for her. I caught a flash of her smooth leg as she stepped out of the car, and my heart seemed to skip a beat. How ...
    could she make me feel so nervous, without even trying? Yet that nervousness lent its own excitement to the air. As she passed by me, the back of her hand lightly brushed my groin, and it was all I could do to not groan with the pressure building up inside me. Her eyes glanced at me so innocently that I thought she couldn't possibly have realized what she had done, so sure that slight smile at the corner of her lips was about something else. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I closed the car door, and followed her up to the front door. When I reached to unlock the door, she brushed against me again, the soft flesh of her breasts easily felt through the thin fabric of her dress. My hand trembled as I opened the door, letting her go in first, which gave me the chance to admire the sway of her hips as she walked. The door closed behind me, and she turned towards me with that mysterious smile of hers, those lush red lips curving softly upward, parting to let her speak in that velvety voice of hers. "You have a very nice home, Robert," she said. Simple words, no suggestive inflection, but the very sound of her voice made me want to take her right there, to rip off that dress, push her down to the carpet, to... I f***ed a calm smile, wondering that I wasn't sweating. I felt so very hot. "Thank you. Um, can I get you something to drink?" She nodded, and I headed towards the small wet bar, folding my jacket over a chair on my way. "What would you like?" "Hmm, a Vodka Sour please. ...
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