would go no further than heavy petting this
evening.
Still feeling deceptive about not telling him
of her journey into town and her learning’s of the day, she shut
her mind off to nothing, but the pleasure he could give her.
So she answered him in the most graphic
detail she could come up with, “I want you to soothe the pain in my
pussy. I want you to place your mouth and hands upon me as you did
the night before and bring me to an orgasm that will have me
wetting your face with my cum. And then I want to kneel before you
and take your cock into my mouth where I will lick and suckle you
until you cum. I want for both of us to be so satisfied that I will
find a peaceful rest tonight.”
Seemingly fueled by her words, he placed his
hands upon her slit and opened her again, and attacked her full
tilt. It was an amazing feeling. His head was dark in contrast to
her delicate skin. His long hair and faint sheen of whiskers
tickled her thighs. He was as masculine as a man could get, who
also wore a kilt.
She felt his tongue begin to weave its magic,
and his clever fingers pluck her into a desperate tune. Her hips
became frantic to buck him off, but her pleas, begged him to
continue.
“Conall, Conall, please…” she cried out.
“Cum fer me, sweetin’. Cum sa I can taste ye
upon my tongue,” he replied.
Feeling her orgasm come upon her swiftly, she
screamed out her pleasure as she felt her cum wet his face.
He kept kissing and licking her until the
last bit of her orgasm was wrung from her body.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him, above
her, smiling in triumph. He was excellent at pleasing a woman, very
good.
She leaned up and pushed him onto his
back.
Watching his eyes go dark with hunger, she
placed her lips upon the tip of his cock and moaned at the flavor
she found there. If a man could get any bigger or taste more
delicious, she did not know.
His fingers immediately tangled into her
hair, and she felt him stiffen.
Removing her mouth from his cock, she asked,
“Am I doing this wrong?”
Laughing hoarsely, he replied, “Nay, gel, ye
be doin’ too good a job o’ easin’ me.”
She felt her cheeks turn the color of red as
she placed her mouth upon his cock once more.
She licked him and took as much as she could
within her mouth. He was large, and she could not swallow even half
of him. So to compensate she rotated her palm on him and pumped for
all she was worth.
Hearing him moan and stiffen once more, she
doubled her efforts, and a few minutes later Addie tasted his cum
upon her tongue and reveled in his orgasm.
Feeling herself being lifted and then fitted
into his massive side, she sighed in contentment.
This was perfect. It was crazy to be in love
with a virtual stranger, a ghost at that, but she was. She was
terrified of what he would think of her ancestors being Wiccan. And
that she was now practicing the art to lift his curse. He had made
his feelings clear before they made love. She would have to keep
her secret close to her and never discuss it with him. She felt
remorse at her decision, but it was the only decision she had.
“Wha’ has ye in such deep thought, gel?”
She looked up into his eyes and tried to
smile, “Nothing, Conall. I am just regaling myself with our time
together and how odd it is to have so many feelings inside myself
for a stranger.”
“Donna asks fate questions, sweetin’. We be
brought together by destiny. An' destiny will guide us through. Ye
be brought ‘ere tae lif' the curse, and I ken we were meant tae
be,” he replied.
Feeling contented she snuggled against his
side and kissed his large chest. A few moments, a couple of
heartbeats later he was gone, and she felt her heart crush within
her breast.
She was in love with a century's old
Highlander, who was cursed into the walls of her home as a ghost.
She was used to writing fiction and solving her character's
problems, but nothing had prepared her for this. Nothing.
Gathering her clothes and dressing
evening.
Still feeling deceptive about not telling him
of her journey into town and her learning’s of the day, she shut
her mind off to nothing, but the pleasure he could give her.
So she answered him in the most graphic
detail she could come up with, “I want you to soothe the pain in my
pussy. I want you to place your mouth and hands upon me as you did
the night before and bring me to an orgasm that will have me
wetting your face with my cum. And then I want to kneel before you
and take your cock into my mouth where I will lick and suckle you
until you cum. I want for both of us to be so satisfied that I will
find a peaceful rest tonight.”
Seemingly fueled by her words, he placed his
hands upon her slit and opened her again, and attacked her full
tilt. It was an amazing feeling. His head was dark in contrast to
her delicate skin. His long hair and faint sheen of whiskers
tickled her thighs. He was as masculine as a man could get, who
also wore a kilt.
She felt his tongue begin to weave its magic,
and his clever fingers pluck her into a desperate tune. Her hips
became frantic to buck him off, but her pleas, begged him to
continue.
“Conall, Conall, please…” she cried out.
“Cum fer me, sweetin’. Cum sa I can taste ye
upon my tongue,” he replied.
Feeling her orgasm come upon her swiftly, she
screamed out her pleasure as she felt her cum wet his face.
He kept kissing and licking her until the
last bit of her orgasm was wrung from her body.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him, above
her, smiling in triumph. He was excellent at pleasing a woman, very
good.
She leaned up and pushed him onto his
back.
Watching his eyes go dark with hunger, she
placed her lips upon the tip of his cock and moaned at the flavor
she found there. If a man could get any bigger or taste more
delicious, she did not know.
His fingers immediately tangled into her
hair, and she felt him stiffen.
Removing her mouth from his cock, she asked,
“Am I doing this wrong?”
Laughing hoarsely, he replied, “Nay, gel, ye
be doin’ too good a job o’ easin’ me.”
She felt her cheeks turn the color of red as
she placed her mouth upon his cock once more.
She licked him and took as much as she could
within her mouth. He was large, and she could not swallow even half
of him. So to compensate she rotated her palm on him and pumped for
all she was worth.
Hearing him moan and stiffen once more, she
doubled her efforts, and a few minutes later Addie tasted his cum
upon her tongue and reveled in his orgasm.
Feeling herself being lifted and then fitted
into his massive side, she sighed in contentment.
This was perfect. It was crazy to be in love
with a virtual stranger, a ghost at that, but she was. She was
terrified of what he would think of her ancestors being Wiccan. And
that she was now practicing the art to lift his curse. He had made
his feelings clear before they made love. She would have to keep
her secret close to her and never discuss it with him. She felt
remorse at her decision, but it was the only decision she had.
“Wha’ has ye in such deep thought, gel?”
She looked up into his eyes and tried to
smile, “Nothing, Conall. I am just regaling myself with our time
together and how odd it is to have so many feelings inside myself
for a stranger.”
“Donna asks fate questions, sweetin’. We be
brought together by destiny. An' destiny will guide us through. Ye
be brought ‘ere tae lif' the curse, and I ken we were meant tae
be,” he replied.
Feeling contented she snuggled against his
side and kissed his large chest. A few moments, a couple of
heartbeats later he was gone, and she felt her heart crush within
her breast.
She was in love with a century's old
Highlander, who was cursed into the walls of her home as a ghost.
She was used to writing fiction and solving her character's
problems, but nothing had prepared her for this. Nothing.
Gathering her clothes and dressing
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