Unlocking My Private Locker: Virginie’s Morning Feast
I’ve kept this locked in my private locker forever. That mental vault where desires rot if unspoken. Today, adrenaline surges. I crack it open. Share the thrill. Just for you. Feel the rush with me.
Woke to breakfast scent. Warm milk bowl. Five chocolate croissants. Paper bag from the corner bakery. Head on her smooth, hot thighs. Virginie. My goddess. Turned over. Her angelic face locked eyes.
The Opening: Breaking the Seal
‘Slept well, my wolf?’
‘Like a baby. Why wolf?’
She leaned. Kissed my cheek. Whispered: ‘You howl when you cum, little pig.’
Giggled stupidly. Scanned her body. White robe loose at chest. Tit tip hard. Fingered it. Traced to her lips.
‘That smile yours?’
‘No. It’s yours. Reserved for my wolf.’
Noon already. Stretched. Pulled her in. Lips met. Tongues danced. Long, deep kiss. Sealed the pact. Hearts chained. Key in volcano.
Door knocks shattered it. Hid in the pullover. Fabien at door. Ex-boyfriend drama. Virginie fierce. ‘Eyes off my robe, Clark Kent.’ He left stuff. Apologized lame. Gone.
‘He’s gone, Mel.’
Burst head out. ‘BOO!’ She jumped. Laughter exploded. Pillow fight. Straddled me. Pinned. Wriggled free. Yanked thighs. Her pussy landed on my face. Robe open. Trapped her wrists. Arms locked thighs. Tongue dove in.
Licked. Sucked. Explored. Salty-sweet nectar. Drunk on it. She squirmed. Weakened. Breasts swung heavy. Nipples proud. Face twisted ecstasy. Muscles tensed. Exploded. Cyprine flooded my mouth. Gulped it down. Divine.
Collapsed on me. Slid into pullover with me. Kissed navel. Throat. Lips. Fingers tangled. Stopped. Hand on cheek, tit. ‘Exhausted, kitten. Nap on you. Eat your breakfast.’
Grabbed croissant. Dipped in milk. Drops on rug. Ate. Her warm body crushed mine. Hearts beat close. Peeked photos on walls. Virginie everywhere. Nude. With redhead. Ebony beauty. Japanese writhing. Sister on bridge. Biker chick. Purple-haired punk. All stunning. Now me too. Chosen.
The Intimacy: Raw Surrender
Stuffed. Sated. Drifted off.
Woke to her breath. ‘Lazy pair. Time to tour the apartment.’
‘Forever here?’
‘You’ll live here awhile.’ Heart leaped.
‘Special tour: Fuck in every room. Now.’
Sprang up. Fell off bench. Stripped pullover. ‘Lead on!’
Salon first. On all fours on rug. She yanked thong off. Knelt behind. Tongue higher. On my ass.
‘What?’
‘Rosebud lick, miss.’
‘Anal virgin.’
‘ Stop?’
‘No.’
Tongue circled. Probed. Deep. Nose in crack. Danced inside. Edges teased. Built slow. Teetered on edge. Again. Twenty minutes blurred. Howled release. Dusk outside.
Satisfaction washed. Vault snaps shut. Lighter. Shared. Yours now. Secret bonds us.
