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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--Meeting

Kimmie is back in top form today with her new erotica story -- which gives new meaning to mixing business with pleasure. As always, I'm proud to say: Here's Kimmie.

 

Meeting

“Quick,” he urged. My feet were already moving in time to my escalating heartbeat; I couldn’t walk any faster. I was sure that my tiny high-heeled steps would catch the deep shag of the carpet and send me head-first to the floor way before I intended to be there, but my luck held out as I caught up to him.

He pulled the door open, glancing back up the hall to make sure we were still alone. I was keenly aware of his hand on my lower back as he ushered me through. Just enough light shone through the opaque glass to reveal a break in the darkness that was the doorway to an empty office. I trailed my hand along the wall and stepped into pitch black.

I heard the dull metallic clank behind me as he slid the bolt home and then silence as he followed in my footsteps. My heart leaped at the slithery sound of his hand against the wall. My eyes strained to see something, anything in front of me.

I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. I had been staring at him during a meeting, attempting to look intent on the information flowing from his lips rather than wondering how they would feel against mine. I failed. His eyes slid past me but suddenly flicked back as something primal in him read my mind. He glanced at me intently several times over that next hour. I managed to keep my gaze to myself until the meeting broke, but I couldn’t resist one more look as I stood up to leave. When our eyes met across that boardroom table, all that was left was where and when.

The serendipity of a neighboring company moving out of the building seemed to put the universe on our side.

“You there?” he whispered. Like magnets, our outstretched arms found each other in the dark. He grabbed me so tightly I could barely breathe as he rocked my head back. He kissed me as though no time had passed from that moment in the boardroom, as if he had just seen the naked lust in my eyes and attacked. His lips and hands on me here in the dark were beyond what I had imagined under the florescent lights of the office.

I unzipped his pants as he shrugged his coat off. I ripped away from the kiss and dropped to my knees, taking his pants down with me. I could smell him in the dark, his wonderful, rich aroma. I buried my face in his soft briefs, feeling him against my cheeks and nose, my forehead and eyes. Winding my arms around him and grabbing his ass, I slid my face back and forth over his welcoming erection.

I pressed my lips to the tip, rolling my head slowly from side to side in a long hard kiss as I ran my fingernails lightly up his thighs to the waistband of his underwear. I pulled them down and slid my mouth over him. I cupped the lower half of his cock in one hand, my fingers curling around the base to press just below his balls. He drew in a quick breath as his cock went rock-hard between my lips.

I could have spent hours in the dark, smelling and feeling my way around his body, but we had so little time before one of us might be missed. No more exploring for now. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my face. He was ready. I tightened my grip and slid my tongue hard down his silky cock and then back up, flicking him with the tip. Back down again. I felt his hips tighten, pushing him forward toward my mouth. He groaned as I flicked up, pressing toward me again. He started thrusting, grabbing my head hard as his hips shoved forward to meet my mouth. Suddenly, he froze and his fingers convulsed in my hair. I felt him slide down my throat and smiled.

One more quick kiss and we were out the door, he to the staircase, I to the elevator. We both had a meeting to prepare for. I smoothed my hair and tugged my clothes into place as the car dinged to announce my floor. This ought to be a good meeting.

Our eyes were about to make deals that had nothing to do with company business.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--The Conclusion of "Dirty Little Secret"

 

 

Kimmie ends her long-running serial, "Dirty Little Secret," in a satisfying way. If you've been waiting for the heroine to take a good look at this unappealing man and seize control of the situation--you'll be happy with how she does it.  Personally, I got annoyed with this gal.  Then I realized that Kimmie is teaching us a lesson:  Women do give away their power to men who are not all that.

Have you been there?  This is the conclusion for you. 

Next week Kimmie returns to the short erotica format she does so well.  But remember:  all the chapters of "Dirty Little Secret" stand alone.  You don't need to start from one and work up.  Dip in anywhere and enjoy a quickie with a dominant man you wouldn't want to be your dinner companion.

Here's Kimmie--

 

Dirty Little Secret, the end

She loved the feel of his fingers gripping her leg. The heat of his body against hers on the cozy booth seat and the light tickle of the table cloth on her naked thighs turned her nipples into tiny points. The danger of how close he was to being as nasty as they had ever been together made her blood pulse so hard that she could hear it. She loved the idea of how far he might try to push her.

She didn’t love the audience.

The threat of him getting nasty was one thing, but the reality of going any further in the dining room of a restaurant was another. She didn’t know what he was planning at that moment, but she knew that there was no way she could sit at that table any longer. If they were somewhere else, anywhere else, she thought, a private place where she could concentrate on her desire instead of the hundreds of other eyes in the room...

Eyes sparkling, she put her hand on top of his, on top of those thick fingers that were squeezing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She leaned into him and whispered, “Meet me in the ladies room.” She pushed his hand off her leg and tugged her skirt down. Grabbing her bag, she stood up and walked toward the restrooms.

She felt as daring and reckless and nervous as she had that first night when she’d asked him if he was going to kiss her. Would he follow her? Would he not? She didn’t know and it didn't matter. She’d either have a bathroom stall to herself or would share it with him – either way, she was going to enjoy herself.

She walked to the large stall at the end, gently closing the door behind her. She wiggled out of her panties and stuffed them in her purse. The silky swish of her skirt against her bare bottom gave her chill . She swayed back and forth as she stood there waiting, letting the material glide lightly against her skin. She ran her hands up her stomach to her neck, squeezing her breasts in the V-shape between her upper and lower arms. How long should she wait?

The main door opened. She heard heavy footsteps across the floor and then softly, her name.

She locked the door behind him. She didn’t know how much time they had before their food arrived at the table. She slid his pants down to his knees and pulled his cock into her mouth. He leaned back against the wall, holding on to the metal handrail. It took only moments to get him as rock-hard as she wanted. She reached one hand out for the condom, rolling it on with her mouth.

She stood up, hiking her skirt to her waist. She grinned wickedly at him, noting his flushed face with satisfaction, and turned, showing him her ass. He reached out to grab it, but before he could get there, she backed up into him hard, grinding it into his crotch.

She moved against him, relishing the feel of his erection rolling back and forth over her ass. She reached one arm behind her, pulling his head over her shoulder so his ear was close to her lips.

“Fuck me.”

She threw herself forward, clutching the handrail on the opposite side of the stall. He grabbed her hips and slid straight into her. Oh god yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She let go of her skirt so she could reach down between her legs. He slammed her so hard that it was all she could do to hold on to the bar with one hand and her clit with the other, but that was all she needed.

A week later, he had to move.

“I thought I had told you,” he said. She was sitting on his couch in the spot where he had first held out his hand to her. She half-listened to him rattle on about his new job and responsibilities in a rote kind of way that made her think he must have told quite a few other people already.

As he talked, her mind wandered back through their time together, along her journey of orgasms. He had made her feel so amazing that first night and so many nights since then. He had given her a wonderful gift. He had introduced her to parts of herself she hadn’t known.

She knew now, though, especially in the time since that night in the restaurant ladies room. It was such a little thing, inviting him to join her there, but it had flipped a switch in her head. That night, she realized that she wasn’t a passive part of this amazing sex. She was an active player. Her orgasm journey had just begun.

She stood up in front of him and held out her hand. He took it, looking at her quizzically.

Smiling, she led him up the stairs.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--Stay tuned for the finale of "Dirty Little Secret"

Hi everyone! Kimmie will be returning next week with a much-anticipated, two-part finale to her "Dirty Little Secret" series. In the meantime, click here to read one of Kimmie's own favorite stories. Enjoy!

xo

Lindsey

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--"Dirty Little Secret", Part Thirty-Four

Kimmie continues her hot series with this new installment. Without any ado: here's Kimmie!

Dirty Little Secret, part thirty-four

He chuckled at her wide eyes and flushed face. “You know I’d do it, don’t you?” he asked, smiling.

She stared at him, not answering. She really didn’t know what he’d do, but standing up with her crotch exposed in a restaurant full of people was not something on which she was willing to take a chance. She kept her eyes on him.

“Good girl,” he said, as the server delivered a basket of bread to the table. “Bread?” he asked.

She looked at the small, plump loaves, about the size of a fat kosher dill. Her heart stopped. He wouldn’t! Bread? She panicked. Oh dear god, what was he about to do with the bread? Why did he ask if she wanted bread? Oh no, oh no no no, she thought. No bread. Please, no bread.

He released her shoulders from under his arm and pulled his fingers from her crotch. Still staring into her terror-stricken eyes, he rested his elbow on the table and slowly licked one finger at a time. Logically, she knew that anyone who happened to be looking that way would merely see a happy customer, licking a smudge of errant butter or perhaps some sauce or olive oil off his fingers.

She knew what it was, though. She knew that the taste he was happily sucking off of his two middle fingers as he stared straight into her eyes was her. He chuckled as he grabbed a napkin. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some?” he asked, holding his hand out to her.

She shook her head, turning away as he laughed again. He must be crazy. She couldn’t relax. She had no idea how she was going to eat when the meals arrived. She was too aware of her skirt still piled on her lap, her bare legs within sight of anyone who leaned just a little further over the table than usual, her wet panties just inches from the tablecloth and his hand, which was now dipping into the bread basket.

She turned her head back to watch him take one of the tiny loaves and place it on his plate. He looked at it, looked at her, then back at the loaf. Her heart started to beat faster. He picked it up in one hand and hefted it, raising an eyebrow at her, still smiling. Her heart thudded. He lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He turned the bread in his hand until the fingers he had just been licking where under his nose. He drew in a long, deep breath, grabbing her thigh hard with the other hand.

She thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--"Dirty Little Secret", Part Thirty-Three

Have you ever tried to hide what was going on under the table from the unsuspecting waiter? With her next oh-so-hot installment, here's Kimmie.

Dirty Little Secret, part thirty-three

She wondered if she would ever get tired of him. She couldn’t really imagine it. There was no way for them to get together every day, so they didn’t really have a chance to annoy each other. He only answered her calls when he wanted to see her. When he called her, she knew it wasn’t for dinner and a movie.

They had done that a couple of times, though, dinner and a movie. The first time he called to see if she wanted to go out, it threw her for a loop. It was so far outside of their unspoken agreement. Normally, she would call her friends to mull over what it might mean – was he falling for her? Did he think it was what she wanted? Was he breaking things off? Having no one to call, she’d had to pace nervously around her living room, trying to think of all the options and rehearse some kind of response.

She should have known, she realized later, that discussing their relationship had nothing to do with his invitation.

He had made her sit next to him at the restaurant, tucked in a back booth with a full table cloth. She still didn’t get it until the server came over to get their drink order. As he asked the man about the specials that night, she felt his fingers at her knee, gathering her skirt together inch by inch from the bottom up.

By the time the server came back with their drinks, he had the hem spread neatly over the tops of her thighs. Only the table cloth saved her from showing the world her black lace panties. She squeezed her knees as tightly as she could, but she knew it was a losing battle. Any moment now, he would make her open them.

By the time the server came back to get their food order, he had the arm closest to her around her shoulders, holding her like any lover might hold his woman. They looked normal enough, she supposed, just two people in love having dinner together. It was likely that no one else could tell that while she was ordering what appeared to be a delicious Egyptian lentil dish, his hidden hand was stuffed in her lap, one cheeky finger stroking the outside of her panties.

She really, really hoped that no one had any clue that when it was his turn to order and he and the server were discussing the various merits of the braised lamb versus the prime rib, he was also sneaking several fingers into the leg of her panties. She desperately prayed that when he finally decided on the beef while the busboy was filling their water glasses, that no one nearby had any inkling that his fingers had breached the material and were deep inside her pussy.

As the server thanked them for their order, she covered a moan by pretending to cough and grabbed her water glass. “Are you all right, dear?” he asked, smiling at the server as he took his leave. Under the table, he began to circle her clit with one wet finger.

She nodded silently, not daring to look at him. She was relieved that the coughing had given her an excuse for her red face. She looked around the dining room, scanning to see if anyone might be looking at them suspiciously. Slowly, steadily, that finger went around and around her clit, rubbing it from every direction, over and over.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

She should have known that was coming, just as she should have known that he would have her knees open under that table and that “dinner and a movie” would be anything but.

If she looked at him, she would have to admit that this was really happening, that he was feeling her up at a restaurant. If she looked in his eyes, he would see that she knew this was happening. Why, why did she always have to look? Why did he always have to make her show him that she knew what she was letting him do to her?

“Do it,” he murmured in a low voice, “before I decide to stand us both up right here, right now.”

She whipped her head around to face him fast enough to cramp her neck.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--"Dirty Little Secret", Part Thirty-Two

Kimmie revels in her forbidden escapades in the next installment of this red-hot series. Without further ado, here is Kimmie.

Dirty Little Secret, part thirty-two

That one was epic, she thought as she sat on her bed a week later, folding laundry. She nodded, agreeing with herself. Epic was the only word for it. She had been so thoroughly used that day that it had taken her quite a while to walk normally again. She was so swollen for the first couple of days after that amazing episode that she got a small orgasmic jolt every time she sat down. Or stood up. Or crossed her legs.

The best part was that she got a small jolt when she even just thought about it. She’d be going about her business and suddenly remember where his face had been or where his hands had been – or where his cock had been – and she could feel the blush creep up her chest.

At one point during the week, she’d been stuck in a long, tedious meeting at work, her mind wandering. As she thought about her to-do list and what groceries she might need, an image of his face in her ass drifted into her head. She felt her cheeks go red. Then she realized that she was wearing the same blouse that she’d worn that day when he had her face-down on the foyer floor. Her heart started beating way too fast. She dropped her head down to hide the flush that she knew would be all over her face and neck now.

A co-worker sitting beside her had whispered, “Are you okay?” She’d nodded and quickly excused herself, heading straight for the ladies room. Masturbating in a public restroom seemed like the exactly the right kind of dirty for remembering and celebrating such a deliciously debasing moment in her life.

She yanked her pants down, bracing herself with one hand against the back of the stall door while the other went straight to her crotch. She spread her feet to look like she was making proper use of the facilities. No one needed to know what was going on behind this closed door.

Her clit was still sore from the beating it had taken, but it took only seconds for the pain to dissolve into pleasure at the touch of her fingers. She pictured him behind her, his face buried between her buttocks. She bent forward ever further in the bathroom stall, pushing her ass backward into the air, remembering how he’d shoved her against the wall that day and spread her open back there, how his tongue and fingers had felt as he sunk them into her. She remembered how wet she felt, how slippery her entire backside had been, beginning with his spit and moving on to the lube. Her clit throbbed hard at that memory.

She was about to come. She took a deep breath, trying not to make any noise as her entire midsection exploded into orgasm. Her legs shook, making the door rattle slightly as her body vibrated with the pulsation of her blood. Shakily, she lowered herself to the commode, holding her hand flat against her pussy as the last of the waves subsided.

She heard the bathroom door open and footsteps make their way to another one of the stalls. Quietly, she let out a breath, trying to slow her heartbeat and get herself under control. She smiled, slightly embarrassed at how much relief she felt. That was a lot of pressure to have built up. No one could be expected to hold on to that for very long.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--"Dirty Little Secret", Part Thirty-One

This series just gets hotter and hotter! Today, without further ado, here is Kimmie:

Dirty Little Secret, part thirty-one

She lowered her head all the way to the cool floor and let her body go limp. Only the two fingers she had on either side of her clit showed any sign of consciousness as her brain turned all of its attention to what was going on between her legs.

The thumb, that wonderfully invasive thumb. How was it that every single time it pushed in, over and over, the illicit, delicious stretch of her delicate tissues seemed brand new? Each and every time, she felt those tight little rings, first one, then the next, protest the invasion. And each and every time, she felt that thumb charm its way in, flirting and telling sweet soft tales of love.

It was living up to those rakish promises. The nerves in that area were singing high praises of this visitor, welcoming its every entrance. It was similar to the first full thrust of a thick cock inside her, she thought, the way it would tug at the skin outside while sliding in to fill her, rubbing against the waiting muscles inside and finally nudging as far back as it would go. Every nerve in her body would sing out, making her buzz.

The thumb, still inside, stopped moving.

Slowly, slowly, he pulled it out, pausing at the edge before letting her hole close gently. She was empty again.

Almost immediately, she felt his fist behind her again. He slid his cock between her ass cheeks until the tip was right where his thumb had been, rubbing the same circles around her little hole, pushing into her flesh. It felt softer than the thumb but just as solid.

She took a deep breath, then another. This time she wasn’t going to push him away. She circled her clit slowly with two fingers, concentrating on relaxing. A good cock in her pussy felt even better than fingers. She wondered if the same was true for her ass.

The thought made her go weak. She was about to get fucked in the ass. She was about to have a cock push its way into her butt and she was going to let it in. She wanted it in there. She must be the dirtiest, filthiest girl in the world to want such a thing.

And then the tip was in.

He pulled it out and then pushed it in a tiny bit further, waiting. Slowly letting it slide through his hand, he had his cock follow the path that his thumb had made. He backed it out a little and then pushed in even further.

She had thought his thumb was invasive, but it was nothing compared to this. She felt stretched to the max, her little hole forced wider than it had ever been. But it was good. Really good. Each time he pulled out and pushed further in, she liked it even more.

“Are you alright?” She nodded into the floor, not sure if she could speak. Slowly he pushed in and pulled out, in and out. Yes, she was all right.

“Can you take a little more?” Oh god, yes. She nodded into the floor again. She could take more. It felt like she was on the verge of being ripped open, but somehow she could take more.

She felt his fist disappear from behind her. He grabbed her hips, holding her like this was any other day of fucking. But it wasn’t just any other day, because his cock was in her ass.

He was being so gentle and going so slowly. She arched up against him, pushing back against his slow thrusts. She wanted more and she wanted it harder. He let one more drop of lube slide down her crack. The skin between them was like satin on satin now, slipping and sliding softly and easily.

Oh god, that was good. It was so intense. She wanted to get on her knees and take him deep inside of her. Amazingly, she could feel orgasm coming quickly and she wanted him to be fucking her hard when she came.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into the floor, hoping he would hear. His cock maintained its steady, slow rhythm, in and out, in and out. She thought she felt his fingers gripping her hip bones harder, though. “Fuck me. Fuck me!” Her voice was raspy but he heard it this time.

“I’ll come,” he gasped, warning. All she could do was nod, but he got the message. Carefully, he thrust into her. She moaned and arched up. Less carefully, he thrust in again. Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, yes. His cock stretched her hole mercilessly and the feel of his belly slamming her from behind was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.

She worked her clit as he fucked her, but she was already so close. He smashed his cock into one more time so hard and she went over the edge, orgasm exploding in her brain and spreading from her fingers up her ass. She collapsed completely into the pillows, shuddering and jerking.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--"Dirty Little Secret", Part Thirty

Several nearly identical emails arrived in the SexyPrime mailbox last week:

 

"Please thank Kimmie for [fill in the blank, great sex from "a hot morning quickie" to "the most down and dirty sex we've had in ten years.]"

 

Good erotica is sexually inspiring--even more than porn, some (including me) would argue.  Not that there's anything wrong with porn--but it doesn't leave the openings for your own imagination to bring you and your lover into the story the way erotica does.

 

Once again, with pride and pleasure, I give you SexyPrime's own orgasm-instigator Kimmie--

Dirty Little Secret, part thirty

She had never consciously contemplated anal sex. If this had been a quiet afternoon with a therapist after months of building up trust, she might have been able to admit that perhaps the idea of it had crossed her mind once or twice. If she was capable of being honest with herself, she might have realized that she had been thinking about it from the first time he flipped her over in the bed and touched her asshole.

However, this was not a quiet afternoon. Not quiet at all. She was lying on the floor nude, spread-eagle with a large man behind her about to do something really, really wrong.

She did have to admit now that she liked when he touched her there. Hell, this whole day’s activities had demonstrated that fact quite clearly, so there was no choice but to recognize that when he even came close to that area of her body, it drove her crazy. When he even just grabbed or slapped her butt as she walked by, it put thoughts into her head. Memories of his tongue sliding down her crack found their naughty ways into her mind at random moments, and she loved how tight those memories made her pussy.

She felt the tip of his cock poking around, thankfully buffered by his thick fingers as he prodded her crack. It was a strange sensation, this mix of his fat fist pushing broad areas of skin with his smaller cock darting out like it was searching for a target. Her whole ass tightened up defensively, trying to keep the intruder out.

The protective reaction of her body confused her. Did she not want this? Was this the line for her, the place where she had to say no to him and mean it? Was it okay for him to have his finger there, but that was all? Was that even okay? Should she have not let him do that? Had she led him on by allowing him to start but not keep going? Did she want him to keep going? Why would her body push him away if she really wanted it?

Questions zipped through her mind like hot bullets. She shook her head into the floor, her head swimming. Seconds ago, she had felt completely amazing. All she knew for sure was that she wanted that back as soon as possible.

And then his fat wide thumb was back between her cheeks, rubbing large, slow circles around her asshole. He pushed deep into her skin and hard against her bones, rubbing and relaxing every part of her that had just tensed up so rudely, wooing them back to him.

She felt herself relax. Just as quickly as it had fled, arousal came rushing back. All the blood that had frozen momentarily returned in a flood to heat her crotch from front to back. Every pesky question disappeared as his thumb, sliding easily on its well-lubed path, rubbed them all away.

And then it was inside of her again, slipping effortlessly back where it had already been. For all of her worries, she was still ready, still open and inviting. She groaned as he pushed in and circled, pulled out and repeated. Such a thick, fat thumb he had, stretching and pulling her tight little hole. As her fingers found her clit again, she wondered if his cock would feel much different.

She suspected she was about to find out.

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!--"Dirty Little Secret", Part Twenty-Nine

Omigod, the image of a thumb inside an asshhole was never this hot.......

without delay, and with great pride and pleasure, I give you SexyPrime's own Kimmie:

 

Dirty Little Secret, part twenty-nine

He started making circles with the length of his thumb as he pushed in and out of her. She groaned, feeling stretched in new places. It was an intense blend of pleasure and awkwardness - and something on the edge of being pain, the way muscles feel when they haven't been used and are suddenly pushed to the limit.

Just as she was starting to think that maybe this was too much, the thrusting stopped. She felt something cool run down her crack. Perhaps not cool, but cooler than her body temperature right now. She was confused for a moment, but then his thumb slid more easily back into her.

Lube. He'd just lubed her ass.

She didn't think her cheeks could get any hotter, but they did. She felt like she was in a porno or something. She could hear wet sounds back there now, the squishing and slapping of slippery body parts coming together. She imagined that her entire ass was shiny and wet and he was sliding in and out of her like a well-greased machine. If her body even wanted to give any resistance, it couldn't. She was slippery and open now.

And really, did she want to resist? She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing herself to relax again. She could hear a tiny part of her brain protesting that she wasn't that kind of girl, that she wasn't into anal sex. She didn't even want to say the words in her head - anal sex. Wait, was this anal sex? It was just a finger. Well, a thumb. But still - that wasn't sex, right? It was just... play.

She took another deep breath. Whatever it was. she liked it. As horribly embarrassing as the lube was, she had to admit that it had ended any hint of pain. Now his circling thumb made her feel thick and full. She snaked one arm under her, maneuvering around and through the pillows so she could reach her clit.

Oh god, this isn't going to take long, she thought. His cock filling her pussy, his thumb filling her ass and her own fingers on her clit were almost too much. With everything else he'd done to her today, she was already on the edge.

She felt him stop moving. What was this? Slowly, he pulled his thumb out. No, no, no, she thought. Put that back. She couldn't make herself say it, but she wanted that thumb to stay where it was. She had finally accepted it and now he was taking it away? She shook her head on the floor.

Then he pulled his cock out as well. That was too much, "No! Please," she said. "Put it back." Her fingers on her clit were nowhere near enough now. She had been so full and now she was so empty.

"Shush." She felt the cool drizzle again. "I told you we're doing this one my way." His belly slid up her back a little further as he checked the pillows under her. She heard more wet squishy sounds and then his weight was against her again. Thank goodness, he was going to keep fucking her.

But when she felt his cock in his fist, it wasn't pushing into her pussy this time. It was pushing against her ass.

 

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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!-- "Dirty Little Secret," Part Twenty-Eight

 

 

Kimmie's fans are really into this serial.

From Alice in Iowa:   "Made my husband (my sexy beast) read the last installment of kimmie the other night. Had the BEST anal sex of our lives. She is amazing, wish I could write like that! Those men that are not the stud looking types most woman want are usually the best damn lovers. I am attracted to them just based on how good my hubby is."

For Alice and Kimmie's many, many other fans, once again, I take great pride and pleasure in saying, here's Kimmie--

 

 

Dirty Little Secret, part twenty-eight

She made herself relax, telling her leg muscles to let go and rest. They obeyed, but then she found that she had to speak sternly to her back muscles as well. She took a huge breath and let it out slowly, allowing her whole body to go limp. If he was going to do this his way, she might as well just relax and enjoy it.

Slowly, he dragged his cock out of her. She could feel her skin pull along the length of it and then release. Slowly again, he pushed back in, the path of his cock greased with her own juices, sliding easily all the way to the base. Then, he was pulling back out. Over and over, he dragged and pushed his cock in and out of her, teasing and tantalizing every nerve in that area of her body. It was like a back rub, a light massage, only this one was inside of her rather than out.

She forced herself to just lie there. It was odd to not take an active part in fucking, to at least be holding on to something or bracing herself against the thrusting. Her body really did want to raise her hips to meet him, to change the angle to help him go deeper into her.

Maybe he wanted to push into her softness, to have her ass and thighs just waiting there instead of taut and active. It did feel different, having him behind her without being on her knees in some fashion. There was definitely more skin touching back there, what with his belly and her entire backside. Both of their softest parts were pushing together.

Then she felt his fingers splay over her tailbone, the only warning she received before she felt his thumb slip down between her cheeks to her asshole. He rested it there, letting the motion of his slow thrusting push it against her. She felt a fresh rush of blood to her already-swollen parts.

She also felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Here he was, back at her asshole again, and her body was embracing his intrusion. What kind of girl was she, loving this kind of thing? Because it was obvious that she really did love it. Her brain was barely aware of his cock inside of her now. Its focus was on that fat thumb, that delicious sensation of his finger pushing gently against the opening to her deepest, darkest place.

And to top it off, she could feel him pushing more insistently against her with each thrust in now. Her brain whirled. Was he going to put it inside of her? Was he going to push that thick thumb right into her asshole, fucking her with his finger while his cock was sliding in and out of her? She groaned and turned her face to the floor.

She must have dropped her guard in that moment and relaxed a tiny bit more, because suddenly his thumb was in. Oh god, she thought. Oh god. This was no longer just an outside thing.

He was in her ass.

He continued to fuck her, but now he kept his cock inside as he thrust instead of pulling all the way out. He stayed slow and steady, not changing the rhythm. His thumb pushed into her asshole, stretching it open, and be began to press it in just a little bit further each time he pushed his cock into her.

She had never felt so full in her life.

 

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