Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I was finishing preparing for the wedding a beloved friend had encouraged me to help with. I kept checking my own hair and my lipstick in the mirror until I approved of what I looked like.

I decided to put on a navy blue gown with gold stud earrings. Underneath the dress, I made sure I wore a pair of lacy blue panties with a matching bra. A pair of sheer stockings, along with a navy pair of heels, completed the ensemble.

As I looked at myself in the mirror one final time, I recalled how my mother always told me to be ready for any function.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

The wedding was to get a friend of a buddy and my friend also invited me as his guest. It was an easy thing for me to take his invitation since he’d always been there for me.

It was no secret I really liked dressing up. It was five o’clock when he came and gave me the once over with a grin on his face. I looked at him and inquired if the outfit fulfilled his acceptance. The nod and wink he gave me said it all.

The trip into the wedding allowed us to catch up on each other’s lives. As we spoke, I discovered there was something different about him. It wasn’t that I found him unattractive. It was only that I watched more of his heart than his outer beauty. I saw the type of manners he had when he was there for me through all those rough patches I went through..

As I looked at him intently, I’d dutifully stop my eyes since I caught him staring at me a couple of times. There was a glint in his eye which I hadn’t noticed before. The drive into the wedding was nearly too fast before we arrived.

The hall was beautifully decorated with blossoms. White seats were put out between either side of the aisle. The front part of the hallway had two collections of white columns around the pulpit. The pulpit itself was overlaid with purple cloth.

As I walked around the ornaments, I pretended to stick around considering that I didn’t know anybody at the wedding. As we headed towards our chairs, he introduced me to his buddies. It was a few minutes before we sat and watched the procession of a blossom girl.

The familiar sounds of the bride tune played as the bride walked wearing a strapless number with a sock over her Latino black hair.

The service itself was nearly ten minutes as the few dashed up the aisle in a hail of bubbles. I looked at my date and watched him smile a little. We followed everybody else into the reception while the couple had their photographs taken by the photographer.

As we discovered the reception, we found where the pub was and started to get a few drinks before the couple came. My date introduced me to them and I congratulated them, wishing them all the very best.

As the bride explained how blessed she was to have her man, she made mention of how my buddy was a fantastic catch, too.

I agreed with her until I felt his hands squeezing mine. At the moment, I didn’t think a lot about it.

While he’d been speaking to another fantastic buddy, I excused myself for a minute and reassured him I’d be back soon. It wasn’t until later I understood he’d followed me right into a hallway with a secluded stairwell from the reception area.

I’d been unsure as to just how much he needed to drink at the moment. He pulled me to the stairwell and whispered in my ear just how good enough I seemed. Then he whispered even closer to my ear that I seemed good enough to eat. He leaned in and kissed me on my lips.

I didn’t pull back, however, I returned the kiss as I felt his hands wrap around my waist and pulled me into him. As the kisses grew more passionate, I felt his hands slip down along my dress and slide upward. My hands went down his torso until I started fumbling with his zipper.

He broke the kiss and whispered in a low raspy voice, wishing to get better acquainted with me and my physique. As he kissed my throat and torso, he crumpled the dress around my waist until he ducked down and kissed my lace covered pussy. He looked up at me and nudged me a stair up so I would be on a base.

His palms started to rub over my panties before the cloth split apart. His hands touched me softly and kept touching me as soon as his lips touched the sensitivity of my pussy until I felt his tongue licking me out.

My hands went immediately onto the back of his head as I pushed him against me, my wants of orgasm starting to return. My pussy was on fire along with his lips and it’d been a battle to keep silent when all I needed to do was cry out in delight. It looked too quickly once and I felt my orgasm start to swell. I pushed him into me, almost soaking his goatee with my juices.

As I looked down, I found a smile spread across his face as he stood up. His penis revealed its existence to me. It nearly slipped out in my hands as he found my breasts and started washing my nipples between his palms.

It didn’t take long for me to believe his girth penetrated me erratically until he whispered he was going about to cum. Although I didn’t think a lot about it, I whispered for him to cum inside me. It’d been yet another company thrust until I felt his penis vacant inside my pussy.

He fell on top of me for a minute or two until he appeared and whispered that we needed to contact the reception. I immediately put the dress back in position because he zipped his pants back up. We slowly walked up the staircase back into the reception where the dance was beginning.