Post by goldenmyst on Jul 26, 2018 16:29:29 GMT -6
Entwined in Her Braids
“Suzy, your hair is dripping all over the floor. What happened to your hair dryer?”
“Since I use that poor overworked blow dryer every morning I decided she needed a rest.”
“Well, there is something sensual about how your soaked bangs stick to your face.”
“Kathy braided my ponytail just for you. But little did she know my intentions. Though she was curious when my I told her it was a ‘cock sock’ she’d heard all she needed to she said.”
I say, “The things you come up with are out of this world. Like the time you wanted me to suck your strands of hair as though that by itself was a turn on for you.”
She says, “Well, I had Kathy make my hair into a tube just the right size for your endowment. In fact, I had her adjust it for shrinkage. You see your manly massif is about the size of my thumb and the finger next to it. So she wove it just right.”
“You know I can’t imagine what you have in mind.”
“The hot towel is on the waterbed. Kindly place
your hot manly tush right on it. Then I’m going to lie down with my head between your legs with my crown pressing onto those figs I love to suck.”
“The things you talk me into. Like when you had me and you walk in the rain in our pajamas naked underneath with little left to our fellow pedestrian’s imaginations.”
She says, “Now proceed to our liquid stuffed bed and lay your ass down like a good little boy.”
Suzy rests her head upon my testosterone factories with the gentleness of a dove sitting on her eggs. My buns are warmed by the hot towel like biscuits kept just right in a not too hot oven.
She reaches above her head to grasp the hair stocking in one hand and my cock in another. She is such a witchy woman but this idea of hers strangely has me already hardened in my resolve to follow through with this devilish plan of hers. And so she curls her tressed tail up, over, and around my throbbing thickness. Being trapped her hand with the slush between her tightening fingers makes me bounce.
“You’ve got the idea. You do the work because I did my part coming up with this scenario.”
My hips roll like a sea plant in the waves. The heat of her hot showered hair knit sinks into my rod with me a canopy of kelp afloat on the sea of her softness which surrounds me as I plunge into her Caribbean. Her hand is a Gulf Stream which carries my prick into the tropic of her femininity. I find strength in her womanhood as she gives me a squeeze of encouragement to coax me into the love nest her hairstylist created.
My fate is in her hands as the storm surge of my naked love for her seals my destiny in the immersion of her golden fleece. The soaked ribbons of hair wrap around me like her lips. In the total eclipse of our concupiscent love my hips rock me into her paradise. I find myself stuck in her now dried hair like in a Chinese finger trap. Suzy says, “Just wait until you go soft, no problem honey.”
Someone knocks on the door. It is Carol, Suzy’s best friend. I say, “Remember, you gave her an emergency key for the door. She could walk in any minute. How do we get out of this predicament?”
Suzy says, “Damn, get the scissors from the nightstand. Rapunzel grew back her hair and so will I. Desperate times call for insane measures.”
“Suzy, your hair is dripping all over the floor. What happened to your hair dryer?”
“Since I use that poor overworked blow dryer every morning I decided she needed a rest.”
“Well, there is something sensual about how your soaked bangs stick to your face.”
“Kathy braided my ponytail just for you. But little did she know my intentions. Though she was curious when my I told her it was a ‘cock sock’ she’d heard all she needed to she said.”
I say, “The things you come up with are out of this world. Like the time you wanted me to suck your strands of hair as though that by itself was a turn on for you.”
She says, “Well, I had Kathy make my hair into a tube just the right size for your endowment. In fact, I had her adjust it for shrinkage. You see your manly massif is about the size of my thumb and the finger next to it. So she wove it just right.”
“You know I can’t imagine what you have in mind.”
“The hot towel is on the waterbed. Kindly place
your hot manly tush right on it. Then I’m going to lie down with my head between your legs with my crown pressing onto those figs I love to suck.”
“The things you talk me into. Like when you had me and you walk in the rain in our pajamas naked underneath with little left to our fellow pedestrian’s imaginations.”
She says, “Now proceed to our liquid stuffed bed and lay your ass down like a good little boy.”
Suzy rests her head upon my testosterone factories with the gentleness of a dove sitting on her eggs. My buns are warmed by the hot towel like biscuits kept just right in a not too hot oven.
She reaches above her head to grasp the hair stocking in one hand and my cock in another. She is such a witchy woman but this idea of hers strangely has me already hardened in my resolve to follow through with this devilish plan of hers. And so she curls her tressed tail up, over, and around my throbbing thickness. Being trapped her hand with the slush between her tightening fingers makes me bounce.
“You’ve got the idea. You do the work because I did my part coming up with this scenario.”
My hips roll like a sea plant in the waves. The heat of her hot showered hair knit sinks into my rod with me a canopy of kelp afloat on the sea of her softness which surrounds me as I plunge into her Caribbean. Her hand is a Gulf Stream which carries my prick into the tropic of her femininity. I find strength in her womanhood as she gives me a squeeze of encouragement to coax me into the love nest her hairstylist created.
My fate is in her hands as the storm surge of my naked love for her seals my destiny in the immersion of her golden fleece. The soaked ribbons of hair wrap around me like her lips. In the total eclipse of our concupiscent love my hips rock me into her paradise. I find myself stuck in her now dried hair like in a Chinese finger trap. Suzy says, “Just wait until you go soft, no problem honey.”
Someone knocks on the door. It is Carol, Suzy’s best friend. I say, “Remember, you gave her an emergency key for the door. She could walk in any minute. How do we get out of this predicament?”
Suzy says, “Damn, get the scissors from the nightstand. Rapunzel grew back her hair and so will I. Desperate times call for insane measures.”
