This serial is inspiring some readers to rethink their definitions of "ideal sex partner." A regular reader confessed that her current lover "looks like Kimmie's Dirty Secret--and he is THE best I've ever had." Could it be true? Do less attractive men try harder?
Once again with pride and pleasure, here's SexyPrime's own Kimmie--
Dirty Little Secret, part twelve
She liked his hands on her ass. She leaned forward to kiss him. There was soft heat and an insistent push from his belly against her crotch. She curled her back slightly, pushing her wide-open hips further into him, pressing her pussy directly into his belly. This had possibilities. She wrapped her arms around his head, kissing madly, scratching lightly at his bald scalp with her fingertips. She dug in a little harder at the nape of his neck, moving lengthwise across the little rolls of fat that lived there. She wanted to turn him on, not grab his extra flesh.
He grunted and dug in harder. She sucked in a breath as his fingertips moved dangerously close to her naughty parts. He was grabbing her sit bones, as they called it in yoga, the bones that made up the deepest part of her pelvis, and he was grabbing them hard enough to make her very aware of parts she was rarely aware of during yoga class. She could feel the edges of her panties under the pads of his fingers, digging and pulling against the delicate skin there.
The sensation was exquisite. He wasn’t touching anything he wasn’t supposed to, and yet the omission drove her crazier than if he’d just gone right for her pussy. Still kissing him wildly, she arched her back, pushing now against his fingers. Her clit briefly protested, as the movement pulled her away from the gentle caresses of his belly rubbing warmly against her. However, being intimately connected to the parts that were being highlighted and slightly spread by his thick fingers digging and rubbing elsewhere, it quickly got on board.
He was making small, slow circles against her pelvic bones now, one on either side. She fell against him, her face in his shoulder, unable to concentrate on anything else but the path of his fingers. She could feel her skirt bunched up around the tops of her thighs and her ass, still covered by her panties and yet exposed all at the same time.
He slid his fingers under the elastic.
Skin on skin. Somehow, the same movements felt completely different now. Her breath was shallow against his shoulder. Every time his fingers circled in, she wondered if he was going to actually touch her. She felt like screaming. The anticipation was killing her. She realized that her own fingers were gripping and releasing his shoulder in the same rhythm as his circles. What he was doing felt so good but it also made her want more so badly that it hurt. Her clit was throbbing. Her pussy was so swollen, she felt like it might try to reach out and grab his fingers.
Every circle in pressed the skin of her outer lips together, pinching her clit thickly. Every circle out pulled the skin away and up, releasing. The top of each circle increased the pressure on her clit and the bottom of each circle put his fingers dangerously close to her asshole. Around and around he moved, each degree of the circle tantalizing and teasing in its own unique and distinctive way, driving her to a level of arousal she had never experienced.
Her pussy was a volcano and she was about to explode.
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