The Rhythm of Love Ch. 01-02
Author's Note; I humbly encourage you, the reader, to give all of the songs mentioned a try. They're all easily available on the internet, and the rhythms make the lyrics shine.
Please vote! And some words of wisdom to get things started;
think i'm cool
but i'm a fool
if caught
Fully loaded
I'm just a tool...
Veal fillet, she watched as he prepared his first home-cooked dinner. “Pick a wine.” He spared no effort to impress: a mid-priced Chardonnay, a blend of rosé and Merlot made by a prominent California winemaker.
She brought two bottles of French Beaujolais, a top choice on the gourmet wine list: “It needs to breathe…”
As a 911 operator, her schedule consisted mostly of brutal three shifts. She had been planning these four stress-free days for more than a month. His schedule is the second shift of the director of a battery manufacturing plant. On weekends and holidays, he naturally meets in the restaurant and has dinner alone, which disrupts his working hours. They have been calling or texting each other for the past month and a half.
She took a sip of her gin and tonic. White tight dress, sexy yet subtle elegance. Her intentions were obvious, her breasts loud and proud from their passionate greeting kiss half an hour ago. The nerves and anxieties of a first date, a perfect candlelight dinner, and the impending bottle of wine: "Can we have martinis by the fireplace?" An unusual late spring snowstorm is brewing.
"I can't wait..." He slammed her against the refrigerator. His kiss was even more passionate than her greeting kiss, making her breathless, taking away her strength and rubbing against the fabric of his pants. ’s bulge (which she looked at shyly all night). Her mounds, her weak knees parted. He gripped her breasts tightly, protected by the white fabric of her dress, a roughness she longed for but couldn't admit.
"I'm going to make a drink." She pushed him away: "Finish the dishes..." She was full of strength, and the back of her hand brushed the front of his pants, looking at him with fear and expectation. , his desires and rejections. Heavy breathing and a blush on her cheeks and chest indicate an impending climax: "In my clothes! Her mind is racing..."
“These are antiques.” The old vinyl records that circled cruelly around the room made him a little tut-tut at the dust on the shelves, as well as the old trophies and photos with his father. The soft lighting didn't allow for the contrast of the black lace panties she'd hoped for: "Fuck, my pussy is dripping!" Watching him take off his shirt, adjust himself, and then force him to sit on the couch.
"It belonged to my dad. Classic rock was better than the crap that's on the radio now." As he stood up to remove the record player's dust cover, he sandwiched the seat cushion and made some selections, pulling a few albums out a few inches. . , carefully closing the needle clean and dropping it, replacing the soft jazzy backing track of "Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon." We prayed for the fire in the fireplace to shine through her wide stance and we both went crazy with sexual tension.
"Let me dance for you...sit down!" She sat on the side table, sipping his martini while gracefully passing her empty drink to him. , turned around, raised her hands above her head, moved her whole body back and forth, meandering forward, and the hem of her skirt slowly approached her tight, athletic ass.
"Play your favorite tune..." He turned around as she slid her panties off her hips, black lace wrapped around one ankle.
“Fuck..” begins playing the eighties masterpiece, Aja by Steely Dan. Careful hands easily grasped the unbuttoned pants, which fell to the floor. "I broke it." Her thoughts preceded her ever-retreating dance as he kicked his pants off his feet.
One button on his shirt, the second, and the hair on his chest are male. Pressing the third button, I planted my feet on the couch and fell backwards, stretching out to reveal my freshly shaved labia. With steps like a glacier, more bodies were exposed. Nothing could stop the progress of the sea. Icebergs the size of skyscrapers fell into the sea, and she was his ocean. "His cock is so big!" she shuddered as his shirt sleeves slipped from his strong arms. The erect purple monster reached almost to his belly button and twitched as some fluid dripped from the pee hole. Standing over her. "Please be gentle..." She was not the kind of woman to beg. "I haven't been with a man for a long time."
This sentence made him a little confused. Both of them must have remembered what happened four days ago. Monthly hormones made her nervous, and incidents at work added to the stress. Meet a few times for coffee or breakfast to get to know each other. This is her first time going to his house. Early in the morning he angrily knocked on the door and demanded to be let in. Rather than the hugs and kisses on the cheek that teenagers want to ensure their parents are safe. The full force of the pressure pushed him against the wall, tongue and teeth, a mesmerizing kiss. The shorts he was wearing disappeared in a flash. "Where's your bathroom?" She pointed gently, not wanting to watch him tug on his cock.
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He watched blankly as she pulled her jeans down to her knees, pulled the string from her tampon, and tossed the mess into the toilet. Her fist rested on the tank of the porcelain throne using his cock as her personal dildo. In less than a minute, his ejaculation made things even more confusing. Quickly, she pulled up her jeans and ran to the door, leaving him with a confused, pathetic sex toy. A few hours later, his text was answered: Please, I have to be with you this weekend.I can’t talk about things at work, and I started taking medicine again! (joke!).
"Tell me what happened at work." He dropped to his knees, grabbing her hips with his hands and pulling her pussy tightly towards the base of his throbbing cock. He pulled the hem of her dress over her heaving belly. The pressure on her clitoris disrupted her nervous system. He clutched his biceps, refusing to be pulled down for a kiss, shuddering as the stretchy material scraped against the firmness of her breasts. "Tell me..." His eyes were delighted at the first sight of the grapefruit-sized hills, the first sight of her nipples.
"No..." A soft whisper: "I can't tell him, with his breath on my skin." The top of the skirt ripped, the movement underneath, the friction, the orgasm seizing her out of nowhere. Grasping the tortured, gushing, throbbing rod with both hands, he kissed her breath away, his lips sliding down and his tongue circling the outer edges of her areola, his thumbs coated in our sticky excrement object, sliding over her left nipple. Lips crossed the valley, sucking back and forth on the delicious coating of the neglected nipple. His wonderful cock was swaying, feeling his pounding heartbeat.
"It must be inside you..." His desperate pleas trailed off as she placed her index finger on his lips, rocking her hips, her other hand moving the tip and spreading her inner labia. The dominant grip at the base of his shaft pushed back as his hips bucked, matching blue eyes staring at each other, their wills demanding his obedience. The other hand cupped his cheek, moved to his shoulder, cupped his crossed elbows, and rested his hands on the pillow. Above her, he worked to seduce her as she rotated her hips to capture the first few inches inside her pulsating vagina. Controlling the depth by expanding the inner sanctum with him, in and out as the tip dragged across the sensitive front wall, deeper, her hips quivering and fighting for control.
"Too big!" The tip had reached the tip and the cervix was spasming under the pressure. The pinky finger of her fist pressed hard against her clitoris, preventing it from stretching her insides to its full length, and he succumbed to the greatest orgasm of her life: "What have you done to me..." Kissing her His lips bit her neck, which was the sensitive part that made her roar. She threw herself into the oven, a live wire resisting her death grip. She pulled and squeezed her breasts, the limits of her mind. "Nurture me! Give me your soul!" He reached out and grabbed her clitoris, placing his fingers on her clitoris. Sweat trickled down his brow and splattered onto her chest as an explosion deep within him tore through his body.
"You even filled me up gently." Somehow they found themselves lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Don't get up." The pelvic muscles will not relax. "Without your weight, I would float away." Another kiss interrupted me: "Yes..." hands firmly on his hips, "growing inside me." "Short, gentle strokes began to push her outward as far as he could so that he could penetrate her vagina again, only slowly and steadily pushing his sperm occasionally towards the entrance of her womb.
"Harder." Her fingertips on his fingertips encouraged him to pinch her nipples, "use your teeth..." Breasts and neck, lips and tongue, biting and licking, the passion reached a dangerous level. temperature. She stretched her hand down, fumbled with her fingers and inserted them back. It feels like it's growing in length. Frustration grew as he withdrew from her hump, wanting to be filled completely to a depth no man had ever reached before. "Don't tease me..." Your fingertips brushed against his scrotum from behind, stroking while placing a finger on his asshole, hoping he would change direction. "Don't tease me, asshole..." "I've got her now." He knew she was passionate deep down, something he'd noticed last week. Domination and control hide the inner demons. Spanking him, she giggled into the kiss, pinching her nipples hard as another orgasm hit her with uncontrollable spasms.
"You want it..." The hand moved from her chest to her neck, keeping her head still and forcing her to look into his eyes. "Everything..." Her eyes were wide and filled with fear, unable to form words, and she half-stroked quickly as his elbow flexors found the back of her neck. He slammed into her with full force, crushing her clit with his bones, grinding and rotating his hips, moving her insides. Nails dug into his hips, clinging to his life as the brutal fuck continued. Her greedy pussy extracted any remaining DNA from his family jewels. "Water." She moaned, and he carried her into the bedroom, following him with half-closed eyes, fulfilling her request. She leaned back on the pillow and struggled with her hands to drain the water from the cup. "more…"
"More what?"
"More squishy cocks..." She examined her bruised breasts, her red and swollen lower lip. "Do I have hickeys on my neck too?" she giggled as her pussy squirted and a drop of semen dripped down her anus. "I don't take birth control pills, bastard..." The ghost came back soon.
"You were in the circle a few days ago, we should be safe." A sly smile sucked at her toes again. A kiss on her ankle gave her a brief orgasm, and another mass escaped her wound. "Tell me what turned you on that day." "It's a secret..." She told him the story of several police officers who knew of an extramarital affair with another dispatcher. Blackmailing her into gang rape. Telling the truth and reporting it to the Criminal Investigation Department resulted in the suspension and/or arrest of ten police officers, "who called me a vile bastard."
"Don't do that..." Matching love bites on her other inner thigh, or smearing mixed love juices on both of her nipples? He scooped up the cream deeply with two fingers, "Ouch!" As they passed her anus, they formed a dam between the openings, releasing a flood of heat onto her clit. He knew the album he was playing, "Little Feat," and the punchy instrumental on the final track, "Dog Day," had competition. "That's so disgusting..." She declined the offer dripping from his fingers, lips pursed, "Don't eat my disgusting pussy." Song (Little Feat) appeared, "I have a rocket in my pocket, between my fingers." In the cave. "Fuck my dirty pussy!" Use your cock! ” Authoritative, almost angry: “Fucking pervert! He cleaned his fingers. "I wouldn't do that," the words paused as his lips grasped the nub. "Suck," his tongue swirling and flicking over. Her clit, “Dick! "Two fingers scratched the rough parts inside.
Palms pressed against her lower abdomen, trying to keep her convulsing body still, six minutes of rhythmic bass, six minutes of pussy torture. One second her hands were holding his hair, and the next she was pushing his head away. She sucked and bit her clit, letting his ring finger unknowingly penetrate her asshole, and the song ended suddenly and she exploded. A steady stream of water flowed out of the small hole, flowing in his satisfied smile. With no fingers, her pussy opened like a fish out of water and her bladder spasmed again.
"Lexa, play Tommy Bolin, 'Private Eyes,' starts up, loud and clear on the two Bluetooth speakers." His hobby is uploading records to the Internet; the catalog is extensive.
"I've worn your cock out, haven't I?" After a few minutes she said, "Ouch! You're going to get a wet spot." She slid to the side and looked at him, giggling. Popped up his half-mast and reached for some lube on the side table. He knelt on the wet spot, and she watched as his palms were lubricated with long, slow movements.
"No one has ever deepthroated me."
"In your dreams, man...that cock is too big for my slutty pussy." The strong and independent 36-year-old woman reappeared and whispered, "It's been a long time since the last time a man touched me." Sixteen years have passed. " She shuddered. She shook her head in disbelief. "I want to ride on top of you, until that thing contracts. He hissed softly as his ass dropped into the cool wetness, "Hands on your side," "I'm in control." ” She guided the tip through her slit. "Don't move a muscle or it's all over. You are my dildo."
"You tell me you love me." His hips flew off the bed. "It's not a lie." The song stirred her into a frenzy: "There's no one above me." He grabbed his wrist, grabbed his reins, and mounted the raging stallion . "Come to me!" My love is too strong. Baby, I'm finishing this song.
Fanatical kisses fell to his chest, rising so that he could bite her nipples, endless spasms and soft weights, "Don't leave me..." His words must have been a dream "I must have everything about you." .....all of it” you. "Confused and excited, floating in the clouds.
"Yes!" If they could see it, the palm prints on their butts must be red, "Hit me hard!" Nerves are short-circuited and crossed, pain is pleasure, heaven is hell. "Fuck me like an animal." The sudden emptiness made her eyes fill with tears and she whimpered, "What's that cold thing in my ass?" Why did I wet my pants again? "Peeing in the wrong hole!" ” she screamed into the pillow.
The heavy breathing ended with the sound of a pig grunting. When he tries to chase away the monster, he sinks deeper into it. "Oops! Oops! Damn it!" She heard the sound of the sheet being torn in her right hand. "Don't move. I can't do this." She gently pushed her hair to the side, turned her head so she could see his face, and ran her fingertips gently over her lips.
"Say yes..." The silence before the next song began, "Post Toastee" would be her favorite song for the rest of her life, long and complex, a guitar masterpiece.
"It's burning. I can feel you in my throat, her own clit playing the guitar solo as he tucks the pillow under her hips, the electric shocks as his hips slam into her clenching ass In a sensual dance of flashing colored lights, the world spins out of control and the earthquake swallows her up again, spitting her out onto the tracks.
His hands pulled at her breasts or squeezed her hips. Tender interludes in music, entwining spring, releasing it with the violence of love. Torrents of semen shot out from deep within his cock and penetrated deep into her bowels. Fists in her hair, his palms muffling her screams as she pinches her nostrils for the ultimate breathless ecstasy… "Don't open your eyes." He could feel her breath on his cheek. "I want this dream to last forever." Could she feel his breath catching in her throat? "Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined sex like this." The hand on his cock felt his body come alive and she whispered in his ear, "You're going to kiss my ass all day long …” Starting with his cock stroking and building up the cock filled with morning urine.
"Open your eyes, Buster." He was mesmerized by her blue eyes and messy red hair. "What did you do to me..." He exchanged dry morning breaths, their lips barely touching as they stared at each other in surprise. He held her in his arms, kissing her tenderly, her hair in a ponytail, making her tremble slightly, his fingertips dancing along her back, cupping one of her hips.
He hissed sharply as his little finger touched her abused rosebud. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." "Kissing makes them feel better..." Soon the kiss became deeper, pushing her onto her back. "That won't work. My butt hurts too much." Twice he took her hands off the morning wood. Surprisingly, she straddled his chest. "Look what you did to my ass!"
"Can I kiss it to make it better?" There were still signs of redness and maybe some minor bruising. Butterfly kisses on her toned gym ass, punctuated by soft "I'm sorry"s.
"Dirty man..." His tongue had reached the swollen opening, "With a dirty cock..." He was disgusted by the depravity as she tasted the bittersweet spectacles atop his head.
"Don't..." he groaned. Her lips wrapped around the corona, "I need to pee..." The pressure was great, and urine might have flowed out.
"Damn, you made me come again!" Walking from the bed to the bathroom: "I hope you put the toilet seat down!"Starting from the bed and walking to the bathroom: "I hope you put the toilet seat down!" After a while, he was dancing, and when she finished, "I can't stand it, little boy!" She blushed and let out a big fart , laughed, "No, you didn't see that!" as he looked into the shower, grabbing his penis with one hand and threatening his balls with the other.
"I hope your aim is good!" The stream splashed directly onto her chest before she fired downwards. The little girl giggled as they began to drown the little man in the boat. "We are such a mess..."
"The happiest day of my life..." We both jumped into the shower. In every nook and cranny: "I love you.." Kneeling on the floor: "I swear my only friend will never touch me again," kissing the tip of his penis, "I'll learn," and p. Sucking it hard a few inches at a time, "I'm going to be your asshole," stroking his cock, cupping his balls, "Too big," she gagged as the tip reached the soft pallet, "One day ," she licked the length, "taking you," "sucked his balls, "all the way..." running her fingers over his stain, "please," "twirling and bouncing up and down until she could get a few inches," "let I," she pushed a finger through the tense muscles, "taste..." The first spurt hit her upper lip, then sealed her lips as her fingers caused thrusts against his ass.
They chattered and abused their marriage at a young age and he is still in jail for many crimes. Deep secrets, leaving her lesbian lover, and more affairs to come. He got divorced after learning about the abortion and had a wealthy boyfriend by his side. The date who can't handle his big cock. Life's hopes and disappointments are revealed, intimate thoughts, lovemaking. "What did you do to me...this is my best birthday ever..."
"I love you, I hope you stay..." He meant every word he said.
Chapter 2 His passion.
This weekend is our third anniversary. Yes, we got married, on the same day of our first weekend together. She rose to the top position at the 911 center, making her own schedule and no longer working the night shift. I am the plant manager, I take charge and organize my time as needed. It was also her fortieth birthday, the little jokes, the sarcasm, the little wrinkles around her blue eyes. "I don't look back like I used to..."
Power and authority, extraordinary confidence. The Ice Queen sits in a bubble at the U-shaped bar at our local hangout. Intimidating yet seductive, almost a towering movie star. A tip for the hostess led me to a single men's booth in the corner behind the table, near the entrance to the women's room. "Do you see everything you want?" The waitress was plumper than my wife, had the same curvy hips, the same tight butt, and was wearing a cheerleading uniform. I didn't shave this morning, so when I finally posted the menu, my stubble caught their attention (and my good looks? No.). I found myself watching the two women enter the women's room, her smile telling me she knew why I wanted that stall.
I grabbed my gin and tonic and said, "I'll stop you in a minute. I mean the cheese sticks." Two drinks and it was happy hour at the meat market. "Bang, bang," my wife delivers another one, tail tucked between her legs. "Slowly ordering dinner," putting down my appetizer, "my shift ends at happy hour..." You can almost watch. to the sugar daddy dancing around in her head.
"That woman at the bar." I pointed rudely, and the waitress and my wife saw my gesture.
"Sir, she brought back at least three drinks, and also paid a lot of cash and tips. She posed provocatively and blocked my view."
"Then I want you to go to her and ask her if she would allow a gentleman to buy her a drink." I slipped her a ten-dollar bill so it didn't look like an order. I spent a few minutes tending to other guests. The waitress almost melted under the intensity of my wife's conversation and held her hand when she pointed it out. A steady stream of beauties come to the toilets to clean themselves and remove whatever flaws they think they have. No one needs to pee that much and it takes a long time to come back. "Are you ready to order, sir?" the waitress said angrily, leaning forward for a more personal conversation. "You're on the wrong team." The voice became quieter: "I've never been with a woman before..." When my wife slipped to the Internet music booth, most of the men's eyes were focused on her. When she caught them looking around, she turned her head, hoping to escape her wrath. For many women, a tailored black silk top also significantly enhances their assets. A gray pencil skirt and stilettos inspire many fantasies.
She sat on the bench opposite my cabin and heard a few gasps as she passed the table on her way to freshen up. "Can I offer your guest...anything he wants?" The waitress fanned herself unconsciously with the menu.
"My wife..." On her index finger she wore a diamond wedding ring with a three-caret marquise pattern. “I’ll have a martini and lobster, I’ll have prime rib, rare and baked potatoes.” The waitress’s breasts were great and we all stared: “If I ask her to do this, do I have to repeat it? ?" She would probably be very excited to take off her uniform. Greg and the bartender at the waiting station were talking to us, turning their heads to make small talk. Our server had a huge smile, she just won the lottery!
"More butter, please." The kind waitress looked at our nearly finished plates and raised her eyebrows, while my wife pointed to the empty white cup of whipped butter. My wife was even more confused when she placed the extra butter on the seat next to her. "Come meet me in the booth while our song comes on and the panties are hanging upstairs to dry." My wife looked directly at our waitress as she spoke to me. When my wife walks away, the poor girl will have a nervous breakdown admiring her ass.
"You're my last table sir, can you have dessert?" The crowd had dwindled and was now mostly bar crowd.
"Two or three martinis, and a check if you can..." Throwing a two-hundred-dollar bill on the table should be a very healthy tip. My wife's favorite song just started and I imagine the music was playing like it was in the men's room. Bursting through the door, Puma looked at me in the mirror, everyone got a new name. Her wingman, possibly her daughter, dropped her lipstick in the sink.
"Damn, yeah..." The fifty-year-old woman had rubbed her skirt onto her old ass. Why are the women's restrooms so different? A row of stalls with no urinals in sight. There is a pair of training shoes under the door of the first stall. They look like they are pigeon-toed. The third stall had red panties hanging from the latch, she hated red panties and learned her lesson the hard way. The last stall had a crumpled butter cup on the floor and black lace hanging on the door.
"My ass!" the echo was a little too loud. Her skirt reached her waist, and she leaned over the toilet with one palm on the wall. Three butter-soft fingers prepared her hole. "close the door.."
"I love you..." she grunted in pain as I touched her insides. At least four voices laughed and encouraged us.
"Quiet!" I slapped her butt louder than her words, and the woman's moans were clearly heard. The fist in her ponytail, the fist covering her mouth, the hand that flicked her clit suddenly pulled at my balls, I was so close! I love this song, it's perfectly timed, "Fu..m..ass.." is mostly low.
"Take what you want, bitch! I'm sure our audience heard that." Could they hear her peeing in the water bowl? At least one pair of jeans fell down and I rushed out.
Our waitress had two empty wine glasses, limes and a salt shaker in front of her. The third tequila remained untouched and two martinis awaited us. I pushed the closed ticket and wad of change to our waitress, who looked much younger in jeans and a crop top. "Fuck..." There were at least two twenties, a few fives, and a lot of singles. "everything?"
"Everything..." My wife stood there, her shirt hanging down in front, her hair messy.
"You lucky sluts!" I spotted the Nikes in the bathroom, the boy's hips were narrow and the push-up bra didn't help much under her tank top. Petite blonde is on her way to three stupid jocks.
We sat down and complained to the waitress in the corner, "Do we have any tequila in the house?" She took the olive on the little plastic sword out of the drink and said, "Maybe she needs it." She wrapped her tongue around it, After taking a small bite, the five-spice powder spurted out. "Cheers." I raised my glass: "First time..."
"Tell me you're an anal virgin?" my wife said directly to me, "I need my husband to fuck a virgin ass."
"I want you..." our waitress attempted a kiss. "You must eat my pussy, you promised!" A loud voice attracted the attention of the table and the booth next to it.
"Calm down, girls. Our toast!" Our waiter tipped the tequila back, splashing the lime on her lips. My wife hit the limes with an amazing kiss and exchanged their fruit back and forth. Touching her breasts in public was a bit too much.
"Is there going to be a problem here?" The "cheerleading" floor manager was unhappy. The two girls straightened up, the schoolgirl acting innocent and appropriate. "You know the rules. Don't come in tomorrow." She stared at her employee. This is the best day to get a tip: "Lindy will cover your shift."
Muttering "That damn bitch..." There's some buttery substance behind the two numbers. She stroked her upper lip and sucked the cock. "I think my boss wants us to go..." My wife drank her martini and took two sips before finishing mine.
"Women first!" The manager escorted us to the door. We proudly wore it arm in arm with the cheerleader on the gray pencil skirt with visible wet stains.
"More butter, please!" They laughed.
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