MOTM
Only a short (very) and not really a sex story.
Lynne smiled as her deep brown nipples grazed the coarse navy blue sheet of her lover's bed, even as she smiled silently within herself she asked “Why does he keep them like this, how can he sleep in them, does he not know about fabric softener?”. Her questioning was soon ended by his electric touch
“Hmmmmm” she purred as he ran an oiled hand over her lower back,
“Please” she murmured as his palm rolled onto her buttock, in that moment Lynne was at peace and relaxed, a relaxation that only comes to one when deep sexual forces are awakening, and awakening they were “does he know how he makes feel, surely he can’t feel like I do?” her excited mind asked, until a moment of panic hit her as a finger tip found a stretch mark.
The tip of his index finger was the first to descend on her thighs and the first to discover one of the mother of two's many fine delicate stretch marks, marks that she stressed over and hated, marks that to her that were another one of her flaws, one of the many reasons why she wasn’t attractive, just like the swell of her stomach and fluffy hair. That fingertip though didn’t recoil from the stretched skin instead it traced along it, following it round Lynne's curvaceous thigh.
Lynne needed only to turn her head to him, and see the enjoyment painted on his face as he enjoyed each and every moment of running his hands over her delicately soft skin,
Lynne needed only then take a second look to see the control that was piecing in his eyes, because a second glance would of also shown the passion and lust that burned within him. Passion and lust that proudly and unashamedly stood firm for all to see in crotch,
Lynne needed only to have asked and he would of spent hours telling her the beautiful of her movements, the elegance of the curve of her lower back, the glory of her cheeky grin, and the excitement of her full breasts and deep drown nipples.
Lynne smiled as her deep brown nipples grazed the coarse navy blue sheet of her lover's bed, even as she smiled silently within herself she asked “Why does he keep them like this, how can he sleep in them, does he not know about fabric softener?”. Her questioning was soon ended by his electric touch
“Hmmmmm” she purred as he ran an oiled hand over her lower back,
“Please” she murmured as his palm rolled onto her buttock, in that moment Lynne was at peace and relaxed, a relaxation that only comes to one when deep sexual forces are awakening, and awakening they were “does he know how he makes feel, surely he can’t feel like I do?” her excited mind asked, until a moment of panic hit her as a finger tip found a stretch mark.
The tip of his index finger was the first to descend on her thighs and the first to discover one of the mother of two's many fine delicate stretch marks, marks that she stressed over and hated, marks that to her that were another one of her flaws, one of the many reasons why she wasn’t attractive, just like the swell of her stomach and fluffy hair. That fingertip though didn’t recoil from the stretched skin instead it traced along it, following it round Lynne's curvaceous thigh.
Lynne needed only to turn her head to him, and see the enjoyment painted on his face as he enjoyed each and every moment of running his hands over her delicately soft skin,
Lynne needed only then take a second look to see the control that was piecing in his eyes, because a second glance would of also shown the passion and lust that burned within him. Passion and lust that proudly and unashamedly stood firm for all to see in crotch,
Lynne needed only to have asked and he would of spent hours telling her the beautiful of her movements, the elegance of the curve of her lower back, the glory of her cheeky grin, and the excitement of her full breasts and deep drown nipples.
