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ResidentSadist -> RE: Ruin A Wish (6/8/2012 10:26:28 PM)
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Granted - You go to a party at the new house someone just gave MissKittyDeVine and suddenly feel different. After just one drink, you feel very outgoing. You feel sensual and don't have shy bone in your body. In fact, you feel damn sexy and rhythm of the music makes you want to dance like no body's watching... so you do. While dancing you feel the music move you like it never has before and want to feel the air on your skin and that hot guy is looking irresistible, so with careless abandon you seductively strip for him. All that matters in this huge party is his eyes as you see his hunger rise . . . it is like no one else is in the room and even if they were, who cares, you have shed your shyness for this sensual new found freedom. While he watches your naked body writhing to the music you see the lump in his pants growing . . . it looks so inviting, you know you have captured him, he is yours for the taking so you walk over to him and tell the boy to lay on the floor so you can queen him. He obeys and you wriggle on his face to the infectious rhythm of the music . . . this music, it never felt so good, so sexual, it passes through your body like waves.
His tongue is amazing, lips wrapped around you, slipping his tongue in and out of only to pause and suckle your clit... never have you felt a mouth like that and the pressure building in your stomach is testament to the impending orgasm. Such a sweet boy, such a huge lump in his pant, he deserves a reward. The thought of cumming on his face while having this beefcake's cock in your mouth is just too tasty to pass up. You can barely undo his pan as the orgasmic quivers start, grasping his cock with your hands as you squirt on his face, he shoots his load all over your chest before you can even taste him.
. . . laying there spent, the orgasmic waves don't seem to stop, they just ripple through you and dance around your body to the rhythm of the music. You are incredibly thirsty. Barely able to walk you head back to the punch bowl for another drink and come upon two guys talking. The one guy is arguing with the other. He says, "don't put anymore XTC in the punch". You realize you are stoned off your ass, naked, quaking with an orgasmic aftermath that won't fade, covered in cum and that you just put on a sex show with a total stranger for the whole party . . . and you don't give a fuck because the music sounds so good, you feel so great, the guy was cute and hell and you feel anything but shyness . . . until later when the XTC wears off and embarrassment sets in. But until then, all you wonder is where you can get something in a sealed bottle to drink?
Suddenly, I sorta' wish I was at a party where they spiked the punch with XTC.
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