Kimmie is at an undisclosed beach location with her sexy man. But she took the time to send us the next installment of this sizzling serial anyway. Thank you, Kimmie.
While I am on the subject of thankfulness, here is an excerpt from a recent email from a SexyPrime fan:
"Thank you and Kimmie for giving our sex life regular electric jolts! Two kids, two jobs, aging parents, a house always in need of something--we are the typical over-worked, over-stressed couple and the sex was suffering until we started reading your blog. We agreed that once a week we would try a new sex technique or toy. You are right--Babeland is the best! And once a week we would take turns choosing a Kimmie story or excerpt to read out loud to the other. Wow! The plan was to have sex at least twice a week, but some weeks we are so hot for one another that we have extra quickies in the laundry room or while cleaning up the kitchen......."
I know I speak for Kimmie when I say that emails like this are both humbling and gratifying. We love our readers.
Now, with great pride and pleasure, I give you SexyPrime's own Kimmie--
Dirty Little Secret, Part 23
His voice was so calm.
She shook her head. No. No, she wouldn’t look at him.
"I said look at me," he growled, tightening his fist in her hair. She tried to shake her head against his grip. She was barely able to move. She wouldn't look. She couldn't. He had to know how she felt about this.
"Please, no," she whispered.
"Open your eyes." He stopped moving his other hand, fingers in mid-stroke. No, no, no, she thought. Don't stop. Please don't stop! She whimpered, her head still locked in his grip. "Do it," he said quietly, firmly, not moving an inch.
She stood there, impaled on his hand, frozen against the wall. He waited. She could feel his face, inches from hers, waiting for her to comply.
She itched to move her hips, to rub herself against his now-unmoving fingers that were still tantalizingly inserted into her body, but she didn't dare. She didn't know what he would do if she moved anything other than her eyelids at this point. What if he got irritated and removed his hand altogether? She was feeling so good. If he would just take those fingers and rub them against her again, if he would just go back to doing what he was doing before he decided that he wanted too much from her.
Wasn't it enough that he had her against the wall? Wasn't it enough that he had her ass out?
She felt his breath on her face. He must have moved even closer. Oh god, she thought, feeling her will melting. A muscle in her ass twitched, reminding her of how wet she was back there, and how close his fingers were to going right back to what they had been doing. His arm was still pressed against her back, his wrist pressing her ass cheeks as he held his hand to her crotch, waiting for her to do as he said.
"Please," she whispered, feeling her own breath flow back, telling her that he must be almost lip to lip with her.
He said nothing, but twitched one finger. That warm, wet finger teasing her warm, wet pussy threw her over the edge. She had to have more. She had to let him keep going. Slowly, she opened her eyes. He was, indeed, lip to lip with her, and she watched those lips curl into a triumphant smile as she complied.
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