The Ring is a story about Rosemary, and the changes in her life that come about when she inherits a scarab ring from her Great Aunt Madeleine.
Jake, live in partner of Rosemary, is having an affair with her best friend Georgia. Georgia is a beautiful African woman with a hot sexual appetite. She used to work in the same office as Rosemary, but recently moved to a different department within the same company. She got together with Jake at an office party. Jake and Georgia have been meeting in secret ever since. This excerpt shows one time where Jake is with Georgia.
Jake caught hold of Georgia’s curvaceous hips, denying her the full length of his rigid cock. Looking deep into her wide brown eyes he stated, “You’re not getting this all your own way yet baby. Wait for your sugar.”
Jake kept Georgia there for a few seconds, the desperation for him creeping across her face, before gently eased her down completely and switched his hands to two magnificently formed dusky breasts. “More than a handful here baby,” he laughed. ” I’m all yours.”
Georgia rocked, picking up a speed. She leant forward lifting her body up and grabbed his shoulders. Bringing herself back down on him her slick walls skidded down his shaft, clinging on to him. Jake groaned.
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15 April 2012
THIS WEEK’S SUNDAY SNIPPET COMES FROM A WIP POOL GAMES
A story full of desire and various sex scenes to titillate your fancy
Here we see Melissa, who has just has just arrived back from college in Switzerland, getting together with her best friend Fiona to exchange news.
After her shower, Melissa dragged on a pair of pale blue denim shorts and pulled a crop top down over her head. Droplets of water dripped down her back from the still wet ends of her hair as she brushed it back. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she realized she should be downstairs. Slipping into a pair of fashionable white leather sandals, she raced downstairs and into the back garden.
“What took you Sugar?” The sultry tones came from Fiona. She was lazing on a yellow cushioned sun lounger twirling the olive round a dry martini.
Her voluptuous golden tanned figure was sporting a tiny blue bikini, and a shock of tousled red hair hung loose around her shoulders.
She patted the lounger that was next to her. “Come and sit next to me, I want to hear all your news. Your drink is waiting for you,” she indicated, pointing to the gin and tonic on the table.
Melissa walked over, and kicking off her sandals eased herself as gracefully as was possible down onto the lounger. Fiona leant over and gave her a hug. Her breasts squashed up against Melissa’s. “I’ve been lonesome without you. You are the only one I trust to keep all my secrets.”
“And some of them are quite fruity too,” laughed Melissa as she took a sip from her drink. She blinked, and then spluttered as she put the glass back, “God, this is strong! Did you fix it?”
“Only the best for you Sugar,” Fiona said, winking. “Go on, get it down you, you’re a big girl now. So, spill. What are the men like in Switzerland?”
Melissa stretched her long legs out and propped herself up on one elbow looking at Fiona. She squinted in the sun.
“Not as well-proportioned as you my dear,” she chuckled looking down at her own slender body. “Anyone would think that all you ever think about is men. In addition, I will have you know I went there to learn to be a woman. But I’m not sure I succeeded.”
“Oh I think about other things beside men,” Fiona smiled. “And Sugar, you’re definitely a lady.” She looked her over slowly, from head to toe. “Well, from what I can see, anyway.”
She lay back on the lounger and ran her fingers around her ample breasts. Arching her back, she went on. “So you’re telling me in all the months you were there you didn’t get laid? Not even once? She snorted, “What’s the matter with you girl?”
“There was someone,” Melissa said with a wicked glint in her eye. “I used to date a gorgeous looking guy from Salzburg. A six-footer called Charles, with the bluest eyes you have ever seen. He used to take me dancing, and to the theatre. Sometimes we would go riding together. His uncle owned stables. I was lucky enough to ride a 16 hands Palomino.
Fiona smiled as she watched Melissa rubbing her tummy sensuously. “Sometimes we rode way into the countryside to picnic amongst other things. Boy was he a great kisser! I swear he could tickle my tonsils with his tongue!”
“Easy tiger, you’re getting carried away. Have another sip of your drink.” Fiona steadied her hand and patted it. “So what happened to Mr Wonderful?”
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