THE EROTIC STORIES OF ANGEL LORIE: BOOK 1

(ONE) A NIGHT IN JUNE

I generally slept in the nude summer nights and it was a hot one. Felt more of an 80 degree one. I had gotten out of the shower an hour before. I slept on satin sheets, which were once cool and dry but had suddenly become moist and hot.

The feeling of sweat rolling from my forehead down my breasts as if someone had been pouring water from the top of my head to my feet awakened me. The feeling was quite arousing.

I stood up in front of the mirror, and stared at my reflection. I became more aroused. I began touching and rubbing myself from breast to snatch from mouth to snatch to mouth, licking my own flavor from my fingertips. I enjoyed it. I continued to caress myself bringing on a small orgasm. I needed to stop; I wasn’t ready to explode just yet.

I unlocked my closet and entered my drawer of sex. The place I kept all of my toys. I pulled out “Captain Big”, my favorite man of two years. I looked at him with lustful eyes and said a sweet hello. I inserted him in my mouth just to wet him, to make him feel more real. Blowing him was turning me on and increasing my desire. I lay back on my bed, took “Captain Big” out of my mouth, and left a trail of my saliva my chin to my stomach, and to my waiting, throbbing snatch.

Looking in the mirror located on the ceiling, I guided “Captain Big” into my juicy snatch. He felt bigger than usual, longer, and thicker. And I could feel my vaginal walls closing on him as I moved him in and out of my body slowly at first but with growing lust, I moved him faster. All the while, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dean Vinelli, the sexiest man in the mailroom.

I started to call Dean’s name loud as I thrust “Captain Big” into my body. I felt my orgasm coming soon. It came from the bottom of my feet and up my spine. It ended between my thighs in a shockwave.

I pulled ‘Captain Big” out of me slowly and kissed his head. I laid him on my pillow and curled up next to him. I fell asleep again…satisfied. **