Alex M. Novak
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Exploring the gift of writing in eroticism
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Sexy Vegan Part 4
(Continued from Sexy Vegans Part 3) Taking a second and third step took Richard to the end of the bed, only a short reach to Simon's feet. He stopped for a moment, taking in the scene before him. Rachel had a shaved pussy that did look—especially in this light—very wet. Simon was deep inside her. Each time his cock came out, he could see her wetness all over the shaft. The ridge in the underneath of his cock was swollen and his balls hung down between his legs. Richard was transfixed with the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her perfectly formed pussy. Not just the sight though, the smell—that intoxicating mix of sexuality that filled his senses. His knee pressed into the end of the bed, his other knee drawing up beside it as he knelt at Simon’s feet. His cock twitched between his legs, and he thought that if he touched it, he would surely explode.
By Alex M. Novak6 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegans Part 3
(Continued from Sexy Vegans Part 2) Richard stepped onto the first step; immediately it creaked in a way that he felt sure they must have heard. He was positive they wanted him to watch. He had certainly heard Rachel say it loud and clear, but what if he was wrong? This could be a disaster. His hand on the rail he moved to the next stair; if this one creaked he would give up. Keeping his feet on either edge worked—silence as his feet sunk into the rich beige carpet.
By Alex M. Novak6 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegans Part 1
Rachel held the wine glass up to the old cottage window; the winter sun highlighted the one fingerprint that was in danger of spoiling the whole dinner table. For her husband, Simon, that would not have been an issue, but for Rachel, it was critical. She wiped it with a clean towel and smiled as the rays of light created a purity of shine that completed the table laid out for three.
By Alex M. Novak6 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegans Part 2
(Continued from "Sexy Vegans Part 1") Elle noticed the young man in the car park as she arrived. The binoculars, strung loosely around his neck and resting on his chest, indicated his passion for birdwatching. She watched him set off west on the circular route of the remote woodlands. Elle headed east, the sun breaking through the pine trees, bathing her face in warm light. Her spirits were high as she neared halfway.
By Alex M. Novak6 years ago in Filthy