A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One)

A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) Read Online Free PDF

Book: A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Sarah Michelle Lynch
unaware of the world.
    He sits on the edge of the bed and I mount his lap to straddle him. Our kissing becomes more adventurous. My hands move from his cheeks to rampantly running themselves around his head. He wraps his arms tightly behind my back to get a sense of my entirety. I move down to kiss his beckoning, gleaming throat; skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat but probably steam-cleaned after a gym session earlier.
    He pulls on my buttocks, shunting me toward him so he ca n bury his face against my shirt, cushioning himself in my chest. All we can hear is one another's breathing. He gasps as he hides between my boobs, whispering, “You've got very lovely breasts.” Something along those lines. I reveal a red, lacy bra. I smile out of one corner of my mouth and he immediately pulls the shirt he is wearing over his head.
    He moans, as our torsos touch . His body is absolutely gorgeous.
    He stands up with me in his arms, and I wrap my legs about him. My heart is rapidly thumping, engorged, pounding in my chest. I am almost breathless. We both know I am about to lose my virginity.
    He positions me where he had just been sat. He kneels on the floor before me and reaches up to start kissing my cleavage. I want to sho ut and scream. He feels so warm and vital against my body. He explores my throat and chest and I can't help but wrap my legs around his buttocks. Before I know it, his hand reaches between my legs, pressing against my crotch again.
    I whimper, desperately, not certain of whether I should cry or pant.
    He mashes my tissue through the material and I eye him desperately. When I feel as though my insides might split, he yanks my trousers down. He rips the material of my knickers away from my body, snapping the gusset in half. He lifts me further onto the bed and unbuckles his belt and zip. He lies against me and pops both breasts out of my bra, grunting at the sight of them. He kisses my nipples as he did my mouth, but gradually licks instead, then teases his teeth around the areola slowly. I see they are crimson-red and beg him for more, groaning at the way he tells me they fill his mouth. I caress his washboard stomach and chest and am mesmerised by how gifted with body hair he is.
    He settles between my legs and presses against me as he kisses my mouth. We shift in unison until we naturally meet, sinking against one another. I scream.
    “ Charlotte,” he moans, trembling with desire.
    I fold my naked self around him. I am in such ecstasy. I am on fire. I hunger and yearn for every thrust of his engorged phallus inside me. I clench my teeth as he fills me deeper, venturing to places undiscovered. I catch a glimpse of his disbelief. I see it in his eyes and know we connected. It makes it all the more miraculous. I lick under his top lip.
    I'm obsessed with repeating his name. He whines. He touches his tongue against mine, while breathing hot, raspy breaths into my mouth. All I know is that my belly seems to be sucking on something and drawing it into me deeper and faster. It's hot and depraved. It is all suddenly over. He falls heavily against me and catches his breath.
     
    Those fantastical images of a tryst with Cody swam through my subconscious mind on many an occasion. I would wake with a fright and with a stinging, hot sensation in my groin. I would always know I had suffered an intense wet dream, yet again. My internal yearnings were wreaking havoc on my external shell to remind me I was a human being of wants and desire. The vivid scenario always drove me to actual, unbridled pleasure and on waking, I would feel empty and numb, without any arms to comfort me in the wake of such sensations. The day I crossed paths with Cody, I realised I was a sexual being. His fleeting presence in my life made me realise there were things I was depriving myself of, but I knew it wasn't a simple case of just finding some bloke and settling down. Firstly I had to make big changes to my life to find someone I really wanted,
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