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Hi, my name is Ripping
Seams
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 4.6 with 10 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-01-27 11:11:56 |
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The day had long since ended. The sun had completed its epic journey through the beautiful day they had both just had. The night is much a different matter to the day however, and Pam found herself laid beside her love, Timmy, in his bed. Earlier she had discarded most of her clothes onto Timmy’s bedroom floor, and so had he. She had begun kissing him courageously as they settled together side by side, and she was enthralled by the feel of his beautiful patterned skin. He was warm and strong, and he was her saviour. She never wanted to leave him really, not to return to that dreaded place. That dreaded place that she found herself calling home. It was now that she knew; Timmy was her home, her real home. Anywhere where she was with Timmy would be home. From now on it would be so.
She pressed her fingers onto his large fleshy chest and crept them all over his body, so that it would feel like a bug with lots of legs wandering across the expanses of his manly frame. In a moment of passion, she gripped onto what remained of what he was wearing.
He felt his blood gush, circulating him like a lighting ring of flames. And then he felt his skin pricking, and he felt a strange, but fierce, overpowering sort of alive. He was holding her again, encasing her within his strapping grasp, and as he trapped her his hands began to firmly explore the contours of her body. She was tubby, she was, but there was a deep dip in her waist and a high rise of her hips. He kissed into her hair, nuzzling and rustling it. As he did this, Pam’s skin secreted more moisture. In general she was quite sticky and she stuck to him. She enjoyed the feeling of his hands being on her, firstly because it was pleasant and it made her feel a sort of pleasure that she could never have imagined before this day, but secondly, because it made her feel like somehow she had grown.
She moaned under her chest. The sound came right from the bottom of her ribs. She lifted her head so that she could kiss him again, and once more she started to tug at his clothing. She took a gasp in as her hands explored his buttocks under the clothes. And then he moaned too, and he pushed himself into her so that he could feel her bre.asts squash up against him, and he felt desire, so he then pushed onto the whole of her, rolling over and clambering on top of her. He rose himself onto his hands and knees so that he leant above her, his head bowed and his skin coated thickly with wet. A natural groan then emerged from inside him, which was somewhat aggressive and dominant. He felt something within him, like something was taking over him. He then lay back down on top of her, then seized her jaw in his palm, and with his breath sweeping her lips he growled:
“I wancha Pam”.
She began to smile in her glee. She wished to touch him all over, to have him with no places that hadn’t received contact from her. She breathed slowly, and sweated. Subtly, she tried to control some of her desires. If she did not, she would have literally attacked him. She would have passionately attacked him.
“You can have me Timmy,” she gasped.
Upon her response he sat himself back, forcing his brawny legs between hers so that he pushed her apart, and he ran his fingertips lightly along her inner thighs, reaching her groin and then bringing himself back down. He wanted Pam to be comfortable.
Pam shut her eyes. She loved Timmy, but she had never been in this sort of situation before. The pleasure was immense. She liked his touch because he was very gentle, that was much a contrast to the heaviness of his body. On times when he had laid on her, she was near to not being able to breath, but she liked that. She felt safe with Timmy. And Timmy felt his instincts rising as he examined his view of her with his eyes. She was open, he had everything, everything. And no, it wasn’t just his yearning; he had love for her too and he wanted to please her. Then finally he was touching her, just right, just where he wanted to be. He slipped his hand underneath her underwear now, and released a small series of encouraging noises.
Squealing in delight, Pam felt love for Timmy in the form of more fast flowing blood. She could feel herself becoming ready for him. So much so she could hardly speak. Right now she would let him do anything. She started to move her fingers as she clutched onto the sheets of the bed. She moved her fingers to ease her nervous state of mind.
Timmy smirked to himself. She was moist on his fingers. It was a thick sort of moisture, like mucus.
He crawled back over and lapsed on top of her again. He embraced her tightly then kissed her, finding his way inside of her below his waist, and it started. And it felt better, better than ever. Almost, he could have said he felt pure again. Not that pure meant anything to Timmy. You were pure if you wanted to be, and this act of love had nothing to do with being pure, or more so for that matter, not being pure.
Pam had been still since it started, but loose. At this point she could not bring herself to think a lot. But this was a feeling she would never forget, ever. She placed her hands quite firmly on his hips because she wanted him to stay on her forever. She couldn’t really move a lot other than that. Her muscles seemed relaxed but were shaking a little. Her hands gripped him a little tighter to disguise it. She let her mouth fall agape and then she let out all that she was feeling, not in words, but in what sense she could gather now, which was little. As she clutched him he took his own hand and raked it through her hair with urgency. It was coming, it was coming. His tongue was now invading her mouth; it was large and eager and it filled her whole cavity, mimicking their previous activity. Eventually he felt her commence to contract, right around him and it was incredible.
Pam really adored Timmy now, and she was glad to have given him what she had given him. He was warm and loving. What had been missing in her solemn life had been Timmy; she wondered how she could have lived without him. But then again, you don’t really miss the things you never had. She knew now though, that she could not live without him anymore, not in the way she’d done before.
And from the moment he’d set his eyes on her he knew that he couldn’t have lived without having her, and he also since knew that perseverance had been the key.
He wouldn’t let go of this easy, no he wouldn’t, and not without a battle. And he meant it.
No matter what. |
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