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In The Dark

It is early morning.

You lean over with a groan and your arm brushes against naked skin. Your drowsy brain isn’t sure what your hand touched so you go for a second pass.

You grab unto a cheek. You squeeze. Your dick yawns a protracted yawn and opens its one eye.

You groan. Your palm follows the downward curve and brushes against bristly, velvety skin. Your fingers trace the ridge of one lip northward till it brushes against a nub. A button. You press it.

She stirs lazily, her limbs gently kicking and stretching. You increase the pressure and she bucks, a low gasp escaping her mouth. Your brain doesn’t register it. Your dick does. It aches dully as it continues to extend.

Your fingers follow the inner lips, making a wet, mulching sound as it plunges inside. Her body goes rigid and an animal groan rumbles at the base of her throat. Your fingers slip deeper, the thumb pressing down gently on her clitoral hood.

The fingers come out slick-wet and you rub them over the tip of your dick as you shift into position and gently slide into her.

You both gasp, her pussy folds wet and warm against the dry cold of the air conditioner. You bring up your hand up to the curve of her waist, your fingers digging into her soft flesh, as you maneuver into position and start taking slow, deep strokes.

She lets out a scream and quickly bites into a pillow. You keep stroking, your shaft glistening as you withdraw and then you plunge in again. She reaches back and grabs your hair, her fingers digging in as she draws breath in short, quick gasps.

And then, she lets out a cry into the pillow, her body growing taut for a few rigid moments, before she slackens.

You slowly withdraw your dick, pussy juice dripping from the member unto the sheets.

You open your eyes. No. You shut them again and drift off to sleep moments after.

Written by Miguel

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Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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  1. Awwww!
    I like how no words were said.
    The thing is sweeting me.

  2. Weh done, Miguel!!!

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