Kimmie's fans LOVE this erotic serial. One man wrote, "I check SexyPrime first thing Wednesday morning at the office to see if Kimmie is up yet. You really know how to tease a reader too. Making us wait until after lunch for Kimmie!"
That made me giggle--but he is getting Kimmie a tad earlier today.
I'm receiving a lot of emails about Freddie (from yesterday's post), including one woman who knows him and many who noted some similarities between him and Kimmie's Beast. (Stay tuned for a new SexyPrime survey on desperate women and beastly men, the good beasts and the bad. Maybe some of Freddie's harem will write in with their experiences.)
With no further ado, and with great pleasure and pride, I give you SexyPrime's own Kimmie--
Dirty Little Secret, part thirteen
He withdrew his fingers and patted her butt. “C’mon,” he said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Reluctantly, she moved off of him and stood up. He offered her his hand, leading her to the stairs. She followed him docilely. She really couldn’t think past putting one foot in front of the other. Every step she took moved her wet panties against the parts he had just been touching. The cool touch of the soaked material tickled and teased against the heat of her body.
He pulled her into his room, kicking aside the laundry on the floor. “Get undressed,” he chuckled, as she stood there watching him take off his own shirt and unbuttoning his pants. She just stood and watched him. He was so supremely sure of himself, not a bit of modesty or lack of confidence in his body, as he stood on one bird leg to pull off a sock. He had bony feet, a big contrast to the large softness of the rest of him.
He turned to her, reaching for the hem of her shirt to pull it off. Before her face disappeared, she got a glimpse of his erect cock pointing at her. It seemed small, was her thought. But when her head reappeared, he was squatting in front of her to pull her skirt off, so she wasn’t sure. Funny that she hadn’t really seen it yet. He pulled her to the bed.
“Lie down,” he murmured into her ear.
She complied, stretching out onto the sheet as he settled himself next to her. He kissed her briefly, then propped his head up, bracing himself on his elbow. He looked thoughtful. She watched his face as he looked her body up and down. When he got back to her eyes, they stared at each other for a moment. He smiled.
He shoved himself up on his arms and maneuvered down the bed a few feet. The metallic groans of the mattress springs and the creaking wood frame screeched their protest and her body shook with his movements. She closed her eyes, waiting for the bed to settle. Was he going to do what he did the last time? That would be nice. She thought briefly that maybe she should insist that he lay back and let her take care of him this time, but then his hands were on her again. He pushed her legs apart, parking his elbows between them and looked up at her.
“Let’s see what we have here.”
Her breath caught. He was lying propped up between her thighs, his face above her crotch. He lifted her legs and shoved her knees further apart, creating a V-shaped frame around his head. He leaned over her pussy, frowning with concentration. Gently, so gently, he reached down and pushed her apart, using just one finger to lift aside her inner lips one at a time. His head moved back and forth, changing perspective, checking her out thoroughly with his eyes. As she watched, he leaned in and sniffed. Oh god.
He looked pleased. Carefully, he dipped a finger just slightly inside of her, noted the wetness and nodded. Still with just one finger, he pushed at the skin of her ass, gently nudging her cheeks away from her asshole, giving him room to work. He dipped a finger into her again and then prodded softly as that naughty place, lightly spreading the bit of moisture and setting all her nerves on fire.
The light contact of his fingertip delicately touching just one tiny spot of her most sensitive places at a time coupled with the intense scrutiny of all his senses drove her absolutely wild. He was so gentle, but his thoroughness and the intensity of his investigation made her feel like she wasn’t there. He was exploring a body, examining the sexual readiness of some female parts, but that fact that those parts were hers was beside the point for him. It was like he had read a science textbook and now she was his lab. She could almost see him taking mental notes on his observations.
She let her head fall back into the pillow as he continued to push and prod. She pulled her own knees back, holding them wide and apart to give him as much room as he needed to conduct his research. She felt so swollen, and each careful press of his finger intensified the feeling. Now he was nudging her clit from each side; now he was stroking the skin between her pussy and her asshole. She didn’t know where his finger was going to land next.
She didn’t care, either, as long as he kept playing.
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