ClaraBrooks
Aug 5, 2013, 11:50 AM
I've been overwhelmed by the positive responses you guys have given to my new blog and the posts I've been making here, so wanted specifically to write something to get your bisexual - and mine - juices flowing as a present to say thank you. It ended up being good enough that I wated to post it up on my blog, I'm afraid, but you won't mind cause' it's hot :p I've not heavily edited it since I'm so busy and don't really have the time to be writing it at all :D Hope you enjoy!
"“How did I get here? I don’t know where I am.”Clara closed her eyes and gently floated away into an uncertain alcoholic euphoria. She could just hear the gentle ticking of a windup clock marking out every single beat of time; marked out every gentle beat of her heart marked out a beat of her pleasure; marked out every bead of sweat that gently formed and then trickled down her delicate naked back, down over her soft pleasant round buttocks and slowly dripped cool wet patches, unnoticed onto the floor.
Smells of Clara’s perfume and stale, long forgotten vodka hung in the air, mingling together eccentrically in Clara’s dark place, a sensuous chanel tinged opium. The hot, sweet sweat of sex consumed her, leading her ever onwards into heavier indulgence.
Clara closed her eyes; in the dark she could not see, just feel and drink taste. Her tiny nude body, on its knees straddled face down across a hard bed, held roughly round the hips by strong masculine hands, was dripping with thick honeyed oils. The man’s thick tool thrust violently inside of her in time to the gentle ticking of the clock and the warm, pulsating beat of her heart. Ankles bound tight, hands cuffed firmly behind her back Clara could not move but for the sharp thud of her body smacking into the firm bed, and the thrusting of her tight oily glistening ass backwards and upwards into the air."
click here to read the rest... (http://clarabrooks.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/claras-dream/)
"“How did I get here? I don’t know where I am.”Clara closed her eyes and gently floated away into an uncertain alcoholic euphoria. She could just hear the gentle ticking of a windup clock marking out every single beat of time; marked out every gentle beat of her heart marked out a beat of her pleasure; marked out every bead of sweat that gently formed and then trickled down her delicate naked back, down over her soft pleasant round buttocks and slowly dripped cool wet patches, unnoticed onto the floor.
Smells of Clara’s perfume and stale, long forgotten vodka hung in the air, mingling together eccentrically in Clara’s dark place, a sensuous chanel tinged opium. The hot, sweet sweat of sex consumed her, leading her ever onwards into heavier indulgence.
Clara closed her eyes; in the dark she could not see, just feel and drink taste. Her tiny nude body, on its knees straddled face down across a hard bed, held roughly round the hips by strong masculine hands, was dripping with thick honeyed oils. The man’s thick tool thrust violently inside of her in time to the gentle ticking of the clock and the warm, pulsating beat of her heart. Ankles bound tight, hands cuffed firmly behind her back Clara could not move but for the sharp thud of her body smacking into the firm bed, and the thrusting of her tight oily glistening ass backwards and upwards into the air."
click here to read the rest... (http://clarabrooks.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/claras-dream/)