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Hunger by Kilted Wookie He held her close. Breathing in her scent as his hands reacquainted themselves with her body. She pressed against him; her skin soft and smooth under his hand. How long had it been? Ho long since they had last been in each other’s presence; since he had last been in her? She sighed as he held her; his lips kissing her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. Shivers ran through her as his hand cupped her breast through the material of her corset. She could feel his hunger for her in the firmness of his body, in the way his hands asserted themselves; touching her, holding her, pulling her into him. Her hands made their way to the front of his jeans, and she stroked the growing bulge contained within. His moan, his intake of breath; an affirmation of his need for her. As he held her bottom in one large, strong hand, she undid his jeans; freeing him from his confinement. She licked her lips as she took his cock, so hard and heavy, in her hand. His kisses became more urg

Look, Dont Touch

Look, Don't Touch by Kilted Wookie "You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he asked as she slid her fingers deep inside her cunt. "Yes Sir! I... Ah... Am a very... Ah... bad girl." "Bad girls don't deserve orgasms, do they?" he taunted. "No Sir!" "No they don't!" "May I... May I stop, Sir?" she pleaded, frustration. arousal, the need for release obvious in her voice. He observed her for several moments, observing the flush of her skin, her rapid breathing. "No," he replied, "Continue. But you must not come, not until I tell you." "Yes Sir!" she sobbed, feeling her cunt tighten around her fingers; the throbbing in her clit almost too much to endure. It was always like this between them. He loved to watch her. He loved to see the anguished pain of longing, no, of need on her face, as she struggled to deny herself the release her body craved. The way she trembled so visibly, the way she

Under The Covers

Under The Covers by Kilted Wookie The windows shook as the wind hurled heavy raindrops against them. In the distance, thunder peeled, rolling sinuously from horizon to horizon. Warm; safe beneath her covers, she smiled. The thunderous cacophony and the staccato beat of rain against the glass kept her from sleeping, but she didn’t mind; she had her own way of passing the time. Lightening flashed outside, briefly illuminating her room. The charge of electricity seemed to pass through her body. Hairs rose to accompany a pleasant tingling that grew to strong to resist. She slid a tentative finger between her soft folds. Although she was safely indoors, cocooned between her mattress and the softness of the duvet, she could not escape the storm; she was wet. The electricity in the air charged her body, seducing her, and she surrendered herself to it. Fingering herself more surely now, her passion rose as, with each passing roll of thunder, the storm grew closer. Her gentle moans were torn aw