Brunch

I made sure to keep you on the invite list, for future brunch parties. Your humor and intelligence had captured my imagination a little, and you are very good looking and much younger, so the flirting was a lot of fun. I kept to my word and informed you of the impending shindig and your cheeky “what’s on the menu? 😋” Earned me a nice little fantasy.

“Me, the menu is all you can eat Carol buffet”

*As I present myself on the kitchen table, a casserole under my left arm and a stack of pancakes under my right, knees pointing at the ceiling and feet barely able to stay propped up at the edge of the table and your adorable face between my legs, few day old beard growth already damp and a fire in your eyes*

“Umm, I haven’t decided yet…”

*Shudder as my panties get wetter

“I’ll let you know” 😈

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9idotq/brunch

One comment on “Brunch

  1. “Now when you say that you’re having a brunch ‘party ‘ is that an indication of the spirit of the occasion or the number of people attending? I’m on a diet on the weekends, all the indulgent breakfast food is delicious and our mutual friends are lovely, but they are prone to getting a little more tipsy than suits me personally, and so I don’t want you to bother with all that kind of stuff on my behalf…” I ponder it, blood rushing to my cock as I think of the possibility of having you all to myself vs the idea of having my face buried between your legs and a small crowd of mutual friends watching the display of raw sexual passion unfolding where they were expecting fruit, bagels and mimosas. “As for me, I don’t care for liquor but I could drink a case of you and still be on my feet”

    “Get the fuck out, you just soaked my panties while using a Joni Mitchell lyric in the same sentence, I think that you might be getting an invitation to come over before the party…” you respond and then a few moments later “are you doing anything right now?”

    “Just trying to find a way to get my hard-on into my pants to come over” I said, struggling to do just that.

    “Don’t do that! How about you keep that cock right where it is and I will bring my sweet nectar over to quench your thirst if and only if you make sure I get full of you while I am there” you reach down and feel the wetness gathering in and around your panties, say to your self ‘well these are useless now’ and peel them off before pulling your skirt back down and dashing out to your car, your skin is covered in goosebumps and you drive in a daze, one hand on the wheel while the other idly takes passes flicking over your clit when you are brought back to the real world by your phone vibrations on your lap

    “Deal. You might as well shed those undies too or I’m just going to tear them off as soon as you arrive” and a shot of my shadow making my cock, which is barely included in the frame, about 4 feet long in my shadow, you shiver as the thought of it

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