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I call my girlfriend Kate and ask if I can borrow her camera. She says, “Sure, Hon, anytime. Why, what’s up? You aren’t taking naughty pictures again are you?” “Well, actually…” I reply, “I have begun to share some incredibly sexy stories with my lover. He sends me stories while we are apart, I add in my side and send them back. I just want to…” “…Want to send him a couple of photos so he can see what these stories do to you,” she finishes for me. “Can I read the stories? Maybe I can stay and help you take the pictures!” “I don’t think he would mind. Can you come now?” I ask. “Sure love, on my way,” she replies. As I wait for her to arrive, I wonder what is going to happen. The last time she helped me take pictures, we got pretty hot and wild. I feel myself become moist, as I remember the feel of her against me. Her warm breath on my neck, her soft skin, her fingers and lips expertly urging me over the edge! I begin to rub myself, one hand stroking the inside of my thigh, the other pinches my nipple, rolling it between my fingers, as I remember the scent of her neck, and the taste of her kisses, both with and without esat escort my juices on her lips. The hand stroking my thigh moves closer to my pussy and I begin to rub my fingers up and down the moist cleft between my legs. I feel my clit begin to swell as I bring my other hand down, imagining Kate’s tongue tracing down my body. I rub my clit with one hand, and insert two fingers from my other hand into my pussy. My hips press forward, raising just a little off the cushion as if trying to convince a lover to bury himself deeper. I close my eyes and moan, as my fingers move against me and I remember her tongue, so agile, and her fingers that knew all the places I longed to be touched. My pussy is getting really wet and beginning to twitch as I bring myself to the brink of orgasm. My head thrown back, my eyes closed, as I get ready for release. Suddenly, I feel moist, warm lips on my neck and a hand covers the hand rubbing my clit… Kate! “You are already so hot and wet! What’s got you so worked up love?” Kate whispers. As I tell her what I was imagining, she leans over and begins kneading my etimesgut escort bayan breast with her free hand, and licking and sucking my nipples, teasing them with her tongue and teeth! Her fingers replace mine, and I put my arm around her, cupping her head in my hand as my back arches, and I try to get more, more of her mouth on my nipple, more of my breast into her mouth, more of her fingers deeper inside of me! A deep, throaty moan escapes my lips as I cum, drenching Kate’s fingers. I pull her mouth to mine, kissing her long and hard. As I break away to catch my breath, I whisper against her lips, “That felt amazing!” She smiles at me, sits up and licks her fingers; she is always the tease! She tells me my juice is as sweet as the last time, and she offers me her fingers to lick. I moan again, softly this time, enjoying the sensuality of the moment. A few minutes later, after I have cooled down and my initial excitement has waned, I bring out the stories we have written, both sides, yours and mine, and give them to Kate. She begins to read them. I notice she is beginning to Escort etlik look a little flushed. She begins to unbutton and remove her blouse as she continues to read, and then, without taking her eyes off the sheets of paper, she removes her skirt. Sitting there in just her bra and little lacy panties, she sure looks sexy. I can’t help myself, I feel the excitement begin to reignite and I find myself wanting to touch her, to run my tongue over her body, rub my fingers across all those sensitive parts that make her moan. After reading only a few pages, she looks at me and says, “These are great! I am getting incredibly hot just reading them. Which ones are your favorites?” I shuffle through the stack and pull out the first story I wrote, where you tied me up, and my second favorite one, the one about the strip tease. I hand them to her, and she quickly reads them. She smiles, looks at me and giggles as she says, “You‘re really a slut, you know. Have you two done any of these?” “Oh, a few, yes…” I reply. “Which ones?” she asks, I just look at her and smile. Her eyes grow wide, “All of them? You really are a slut! So, should I read you a story so you can look your best for your photo shoot?” I look at the clock; you should be at work for at least four more hours. If we work fast and stay focused, we should be able to get the pictures taken, loaded onto my computer, and sent off to you before you leave the office.
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