Steve placed me, almost gently, on the queen-size bed and I lay on my back, my legs open. He pulled his shirt off, threw it against the wall, put one knee on the bed and, hooking his hands under my knees, lifted my legs into the air.
“Hold them there.” he growled.
I’ve known this man for less than twenty four hours and here I am, on my back, naked, holding my own legs apart and he’s about to fuck me!
He started rubbing himself against my pussy, pressing his cock against my clit, teasing. I’m soaking wet. I try to look down over my stomach, I feel the need to see him enter me. I’m open, I can feel him about to…
Amanda, hai eleganza e brio nella tua scrittura!
Complimenti!
Cx
With that she took a swig from her can of bourbon, put it down and picked up a department store bag from her suitcase. She pulled out the tiniest bright red bikini I’d ever seen.
“You can’t wear that!” I exclaimed “It’s indecent!”
“Watch me” she replied as she pulled her sun dress over her head, unceremoniously tossing it onto one of the wicker chairs.
She stood there, totally naked except for her sandals and a lavender bra, which soon joined the dress. I stood motionless and watched her put the bikini on. The bottom tied at the sides and barely covered half her backside. The top, nothing more than two triangles of fabric held together by tapes. She turned her back to me as she adjusted the top to sit properly over her breasts.
“Be a dear and tie me up”
I walked over and took hold of the tapes and started to tie them together, her skin was cool and soft to the touch.
“Tighter” she said and readjusted the fabric over her breasts.
“Just feel the material, it’s divine!”
She turned to face me, I raised my hand to touch her top but hesitated…
“Feel it!” she ordered and took hold of my hand and placed it on her left breast. It was firmer than I’d thought, yet soft. the fabric was nice, made of some sort of lycra. We stood there for a second, she holding my hand against her breast. I could feel the nipple underneath the material pressing against the palm of my hand. I glanced away and made to move back to my bed but she continued to hold my hand in place.
“Your turn” she said quietly and let my hand go.
I quickly removed my dress, facing away from her to avoid my own embarassment. Clad only in bra and panties (both flesh coloured and boring). I fiddled with my bathing suit, untangling the straps then quickly removed my panties and stepped into the suit, tugging it up over my hips.
Mandy was suddenly behind me…
“Need a hand?” she asked cheerfully and unclipped the back of my bra and slipped the cups off my breasts, gently touching them as she did so.
“Mandy!” I started, I was still holding the costume at my hips and didn’t want to let go.
“Fairs fair” she said, “You touched mine and now it’s my turn.
She squeezed gently as as I bought the suit up, then let go slowly as I tried to get my arms through the straps. My heart started to race and I could feel my nipples becoming harder… Damn you Mandy!
“At least it’s backless” she said, “So not a total loss.”
Her finger traced the outline of my backbone and it slowly drew down to the small of my back.
“It really frames your arse well, though it could be a bit higher-cut on the sides”
I turned around quickly only to see her grinning.
“When you’ve finished criticising my outfit…” I started, “…perhaps we can get to that beach!”
— Lynne’s Story (via loveinaromanticcity)
mi raccomando, l’Amanda, come un autore in erba, ha stile !
it could be … it could be.. hair similar; age about right; stunning - could well be her; you are lovely!
20s style :-)
I used to have this, when I was a teenager … until the day I cam home to find my father had burned it! I left home that same year … and now have 2,000 books on magick and various arcane mysteries. Bad daddy!
Ritual Magic, 1972 by Francis King.
Quite a page, the archive of the Occult_Park, a tumblr blog; and seeing KENNETH GRANT there was most seemly, I feel. Well done for all of those images!
Kenneth Grant
Thanks to Paula for this… a still from a top Braun film, of the mid’70’s, with the star of Mac Ahlberg’s excellent, hilarious and very sexy hardcore (amazingly available now on Amzn.co.UK, et al) ”The Second Coming Of Eva” (Skaldelskolen)
from “Sensations”, by Lasse Braun
Dawn Cumming and Brigitte Maier (Lasse’s then girlfriend)
Michelle Bauer (Pia Snow), who I first saw in “Cafe Flesh”, at the Scala Cinema, King’s Cross,London, c.1989 … to see a hardcore film, said “Cafe Flesh”, a sci-fi xxx, which was showing in that in that famous movie-house, that year. It was a packed showing, an art-house crowd, generally, as many women as men. Now that’s a different kind of turn-on - when you know that most people around you are hard or wet … brings to mind the audience losing self-control scene in “Behind The Green Door”, when a theatre audience turns on itself for an in-the-aisles orgy.
Two of my faves but I had not seen this afore now; not when I collected Bowie records and cuttings, in the late ‘70’s/early ‘80’s, nor more recently in my latter day appreciation of the finery of Deborah Harry.
loveinaromanticcity asked: Thank you for the kind words :-) Amanda XO
Dearest Amanda,
Thanks in turn to you.
Your blog is one of the most pleasing I have found, thus far, on Tumblr.
I do look forward to reading your book! Please do let me (& let us all) know where and when I may read it (or even extracts thereof)
Warmest wishes to you and yours!
Carla x
