Microerotica
Picking Up a Few Things
The melon in her hand is firm and smells ripe. The man pressing against her smells of stale alcohol, and Old Spice. It would have been a harmless act, the sort one often encounters in crowded stores except for his rapidly growing cock at her back. He continued to press her into the produce table, nearly bending her over it. She feels the telltale thump against her back. Almost as quickly as it began, it was over. He grabbed a melon, and excused himself for brushing against her. She blushed, smiled politely, and they both continued their holiday shopping.
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
Honey-Do
Her breasts graze his face through her white silk blouse. Her knee on the side of his thigh, raising her white skirt to just beneath her essence. She is stretching her arms high above her. Desperately grasping at the air, in an attempt that will prove fruitless. He allows this to continue, so pleased that she is unaware of, and unconcerned by the affect she is having on him. “Jim, will you please get me my hat? I’m ushering today.” Grinning, he reminds himself to raise that shelf again while she is at church. She nearly got it that time.
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
Reneging
Kneeling under the table, with Mike’s dick in her mouth; Ruby heard the sounds of the game going on above her. Her girl, Shelley, was still sitting and calling out her books, her partner was much better than Ruby’s partner had been. Ruby sucked hard on Mike’s dick in her mouth, hoping his luck would be better than hers. Somebody up there reneged, and Ruby would soon have company. “That’s game, punks,” Shelley yelled. Mike pulled out of Ruby’s mouth and joined her under the table. “Come on, Ruby, eat this winning pussy.” “Damn,” Mike said, “I hate sucking dick.
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
Bent Over
Feet spread wide apart, she is bent over so seductively. From the bed all he can see is the inverted v made by her legs meeting at her hips. He lay there and watches her. That ass shakes like jelly, but her feet never move from where they are planted. What a tease, he thinks. Waving that ass at him like a flag, and he’s at half-mast. She rinses, spits, and puts her toothbrush back in the holder. She looks in the bedroom, and thinks, ‘Wonder why, he’s always so horny.’
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
The melon in her hand is firm and smells ripe. The man pressing against her smells of stale alcohol, and Old Spice. It would have been a harmless act, the sort one often encounters in crowded stores except for his rapidly growing cock at her back. He continued to press her into the produce table, nearly bending her over it. She feels the telltale thump against her back. Almost as quickly as it began, it was over. He grabbed a melon, and excused himself for brushing against her. She blushed, smiled politely, and they both continued their holiday shopping.
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
Honey-Do
Her breasts graze his face through her white silk blouse. Her knee on the side of his thigh, raising her white skirt to just beneath her essence. She is stretching her arms high above her. Desperately grasping at the air, in an attempt that will prove fruitless. He allows this to continue, so pleased that she is unaware of, and unconcerned by the affect she is having on him. “Jim, will you please get me my hat? I’m ushering today.” Grinning, he reminds himself to raise that shelf again while she is at church. She nearly got it that time.
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
Reneging
Kneeling under the table, with Mike’s dick in her mouth; Ruby heard the sounds of the game going on above her. Her girl, Shelley, was still sitting and calling out her books, her partner was much better than Ruby’s partner had been. Ruby sucked hard on Mike’s dick in her mouth, hoping his luck would be better than hers. Somebody up there reneged, and Ruby would soon have company. “That’s game, punks,” Shelley yelled. Mike pulled out of Ruby’s mouth and joined her under the table. “Come on, Ruby, eat this winning pussy.” “Damn,” Mike said, “I hate sucking dick.
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
Bent Over
Feet spread wide apart, she is bent over so seductively. From the bed all he can see is the inverted v made by her legs meeting at her hips. He lay there and watches her. That ass shakes like jelly, but her feet never move from where they are planted. What a tease, he thinks. Waving that ass at him like a flag, and he’s at half-mast. She rinses, spits, and puts her toothbrush back in the holder. She looks in the bedroom, and thinks, ‘Wonder why, he’s always so horny.’
Copyright 2005 Beneatha Younger-Mann
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