Naughty Night
Il m'a accordé son amitié des les premiers jours de mon inscription sur xH.
Il est resté toujours le même,courtois, discret, fidèle en amitié, sans rien imposé pour cela.
Il nous fait partager régulièrement des vidéos en HD jamais vulgaire, sur le plaisir féminin.
Instruit, intelligent, il maitrise plusieurs langues, dont le français. Ce qui lui permet de me lire.
Cela fait maintenant un an que je suis régulièrement sur ce site
Il a voulu célébrer notre 1ere année d’amitié sur xH.
Pour cela il a choisi de me faire cadeau de la traduction d'une de mes histoires qui lui plait beaucoup.
Un travail difficile mais intéressant quand on voit la copie rendue.
En remerciement de son geste, très touchant, je la publie sur mon blog.
Merci Ă Tom
Naughty Night
1 a.m. ... I wake with a start! ... Annoyed! Because I was in the middle of a "wet dream" ... I was just about to enjoy!
"On a crowded beach, lying on our towels, Carine, despite of my protests took away the top and bottom of my shirt, I didn’t want to, but I was glued to my towel, without reaction, without being even able to give any sound out of my mouth. She was against me, with one leg between mine to fully open them, and a hand blocking my arms above my head, preventing me from any movement. Her free hand masturbated me, while her mouth was playing with my nipples. People were congregating, more and more around to look at us, look at me. Some men, some women masturbated ... The shame of being exhibited this way made me enjoy as much, if not more, than her caresses…”
What has woken me up?... Disappointed, my crotch is wet. I wonder what was it, stretching me. I open my legs and push my hand into my pajamas to trick my pussy and spoil her. In my head I try to rewind the movie of my dream to resume where it was broken ... and finish me. But there’s nothing to do! My mind does not follow!
A sound reaches my room. As a complaint. Surely this caused my awakening. I hold my breath and listen…
“I’m living with Solène. A girlfriend since high school. As we chose the same university to pursue our studies, and we both get along great, we took a room in two to reduce our costs. I know her voice as well as all the usual sounds of the apartment. But there is something quite different. A gasp, a girl’s moan ... And this is not her tone of voice”
I focus all my attention on the sounds coming from the living room... No doubt, this is a video I recently viewed, just with Carine, while we were alone. Solène was out with her family for the weekend.
The images of this film "between-girls" come to my mind, snatches of dialogue and the enjoyment that we both had "got" mixing with my interrupted dream, give me a mad desire to masturbate and enjoy.
But I'm hopeless curious, and what Solène is watching at that hour of the night intrigues me... So I get up, my hand still in my pajamas, and I go "very stealthily" to the living.
In the darkness between hallway and living I see Solène three quarters, just lit TV, whose screen returns me lewd pictures. I’m exposing, if she just turns her head it’s enoughto catch me in a full session of voyeurism!... Never mind! The scene unfolding before my eyes electrifies me, I’ll confess if necessary.
What I see excites me and makes me drip, I dipped my hand. I have to hold my breath or I’ll moan. Solène is slumped into the sofa, one leg over the back, the other hanging off the seat her panties wrapped around the ankle. Her shirt is coiled up her tits. Solène has large breasts, but their nipples are small just in the middle of the clear large areolas. His left hand is playing with the right nipple.
While I rub my clit with one hand the other comes under the pajama jacket searching my tits and my nipples.Her right hand like mine takes care of her vulva and especially its button. I can even see her juices shining on her pubic hair. She is gasping, and tries hard not to groan.
I masturbate feverishly, hoping to enjoy the first, and so go back to my room before she notices my presence.
How wet I am! ... As men say she is horny!... I see her nailing her ass with a finger. In this vision, I’m about to explode. I have to avoid moaning, like she ... I have to.
Her breasts rhythmically move with her masturbation. She has her eyes closed. See that finger back and forth in the anal sheath while she furiously rubs her clit ... Damn, this is not true! ... I will enjoy!…
I will come there in the hallway, before Solène!
My legs are trembling, I feel spasms coming from my lower belly. In a flash of lucidity, I catch her breasts shaking more vigorously. In the video, I hear the two girls fly to their orgasm. I lose all sense of time and place. I stir up a little faster, a little harder ... And I go! ... I fly away !...I bite my lips to prevent me from screaming to Solène that I’m enjoying because of her, for her!...
It seems to me that orgasm lasts forever. In the meanwhile I kept my eyes open. I forget all fear of getting caught. I kept my eyes on what Solène was doing. My fingers are full of my enjoyment. I lick it while I begin, "reverse", the way back to my room.
I barely sketched a step when Solène’s orgasm triggers. I can see the arch. Legs outstretched, head back, her breasts pointing to the ceiling, her fingers in her hairy pussy in the middle of the wide fork of her legs. I hear her moaning, she can’t help it! ...
So I repeat my retreat, she fixes her gaze on the corridor. I quickly return to my room. In my bed, I think back to what I’ve just saw, done.
Then I see myself on the couch with Carine, our hands taking care of our pussies. I am again excited. I do not know if it's my dream, my excursion into the living room, or dirty thoughts running through my head, but I'm soaked as ever.
Then I close my eyes and as Solène a short while ago I put a finger in my "asshole", two fingers in my vagina, the thumb on the clit .... And I lose myself moaning (too bad for Solene) in a lush orgasm! I fall back, inert, exhausted by so many sensations.
When I regain my senses the apartment is quiet. I look to my door that kept open and I think I’m seeing Solène’s silhouette in the dark, waving ... I'm embarrassed and excited again... Solène?… Why not try!...
At 8:00 a.m., the ringing of my alarm clock rang. I smile, thinking back of this naughty night. Before I get up, I look to Solène, lying next to me, still sleeping in a very immodest position. In those sheets soiled with our frolics, which make me think (go figure!) of the chorus of that successful song in the 70s that I like:
"I dreamed so hard
That sheets remember
I was sleeping in her body
Rocked by her "I love you”
Tom (Traduction anglaise de "Nuit coquine ...")
Il est resté toujours le même,courtois, discret, fidèle en amitié, sans rien imposé pour cela.
Il nous fait partager régulièrement des vidéos en HD jamais vulgaire, sur le plaisir féminin.
Instruit, intelligent, il maitrise plusieurs langues, dont le français. Ce qui lui permet de me lire.
Cela fait maintenant un an que je suis régulièrement sur ce site
Il a voulu célébrer notre 1ere année d’amitié sur xH.
Pour cela il a choisi de me faire cadeau de la traduction d'une de mes histoires qui lui plait beaucoup.
Un travail difficile mais intéressant quand on voit la copie rendue.
En remerciement de son geste, très touchant, je la publie sur mon blog.
Merci Ă Tom
Naughty Night
1 a.m. ... I wake with a start! ... Annoyed! Because I was in the middle of a "wet dream" ... I was just about to enjoy!
"On a crowded beach, lying on our towels, Carine, despite of my protests took away the top and bottom of my shirt, I didn’t want to, but I was glued to my towel, without reaction, without being even able to give any sound out of my mouth. She was against me, with one leg between mine to fully open them, and a hand blocking my arms above my head, preventing me from any movement. Her free hand masturbated me, while her mouth was playing with my nipples. People were congregating, more and more around to look at us, look at me. Some men, some women masturbated ... The shame of being exhibited this way made me enjoy as much, if not more, than her caresses…”
What has woken me up?... Disappointed, my crotch is wet. I wonder what was it, stretching me. I open my legs and push my hand into my pajamas to trick my pussy and spoil her. In my head I try to rewind the movie of my dream to resume where it was broken ... and finish me. But there’s nothing to do! My mind does not follow!
A sound reaches my room. As a complaint. Surely this caused my awakening. I hold my breath and listen…
“I’m living with Solène. A girlfriend since high school. As we chose the same university to pursue our studies, and we both get along great, we took a room in two to reduce our costs. I know her voice as well as all the usual sounds of the apartment. But there is something quite different. A gasp, a girl’s moan ... And this is not her tone of voice”
I focus all my attention on the sounds coming from the living room... No doubt, this is a video I recently viewed, just with Carine, while we were alone. Solène was out with her family for the weekend.
The images of this film "between-girls" come to my mind, snatches of dialogue and the enjoyment that we both had "got" mixing with my interrupted dream, give me a mad desire to masturbate and enjoy.
But I'm hopeless curious, and what Solène is watching at that hour of the night intrigues me... So I get up, my hand still in my pajamas, and I go "very stealthily" to the living.
In the darkness between hallway and living I see Solène three quarters, just lit TV, whose screen returns me lewd pictures. I’m exposing, if she just turns her head it’s enoughto catch me in a full session of voyeurism!... Never mind! The scene unfolding before my eyes electrifies me, I’ll confess if necessary.
What I see excites me and makes me drip, I dipped my hand. I have to hold my breath or I’ll moan. Solène is slumped into the sofa, one leg over the back, the other hanging off the seat her panties wrapped around the ankle. Her shirt is coiled up her tits. Solène has large breasts, but their nipples are small just in the middle of the clear large areolas. His left hand is playing with the right nipple.
While I rub my clit with one hand the other comes under the pajama jacket searching my tits and my nipples.Her right hand like mine takes care of her vulva and especially its button. I can even see her juices shining on her pubic hair. She is gasping, and tries hard not to groan.
I masturbate feverishly, hoping to enjoy the first, and so go back to my room before she notices my presence.
How wet I am! ... As men say she is horny!... I see her nailing her ass with a finger. In this vision, I’m about to explode. I have to avoid moaning, like she ... I have to.
Her breasts rhythmically move with her masturbation. She has her eyes closed. See that finger back and forth in the anal sheath while she furiously rubs her clit ... Damn, this is not true! ... I will enjoy!…
I will come there in the hallway, before Solène!
My legs are trembling, I feel spasms coming from my lower belly. In a flash of lucidity, I catch her breasts shaking more vigorously. In the video, I hear the two girls fly to their orgasm. I lose all sense of time and place. I stir up a little faster, a little harder ... And I go! ... I fly away !...I bite my lips to prevent me from screaming to Solène that I’m enjoying because of her, for her!...
It seems to me that orgasm lasts forever. In the meanwhile I kept my eyes open. I forget all fear of getting caught. I kept my eyes on what Solène was doing. My fingers are full of my enjoyment. I lick it while I begin, "reverse", the way back to my room.
I barely sketched a step when Solène’s orgasm triggers. I can see the arch. Legs outstretched, head back, her breasts pointing to the ceiling, her fingers in her hairy pussy in the middle of the wide fork of her legs. I hear her moaning, she can’t help it! ...
So I repeat my retreat, she fixes her gaze on the corridor. I quickly return to my room. In my bed, I think back to what I’ve just saw, done.
Then I see myself on the couch with Carine, our hands taking care of our pussies. I am again excited. I do not know if it's my dream, my excursion into the living room, or dirty thoughts running through my head, but I'm soaked as ever.
Then I close my eyes and as Solène a short while ago I put a finger in my "asshole", two fingers in my vagina, the thumb on the clit .... And I lose myself moaning (too bad for Solene) in a lush orgasm! I fall back, inert, exhausted by so many sensations.
When I regain my senses the apartment is quiet. I look to my door that kept open and I think I’m seeing Solène’s silhouette in the dark, waving ... I'm embarrassed and excited again... Solène?… Why not try!...
At 8:00 a.m., the ringing of my alarm clock rang. I smile, thinking back of this naughty night. Before I get up, I look to Solène, lying next to me, still sleeping in a very immodest position. In those sheets soiled with our frolics, which make me think (go figure!) of the chorus of that successful song in the 70s that I like:
"I dreamed so hard
That sheets remember
I was sleeping in her body
Rocked by her "I love you”
Tom (Traduction anglaise de "Nuit coquine ...")
9 years ago
Merci pour votre commentaire.
I like her stories and I think it's a shame that they can be read only by people who understand French while English is the more used language on this site. So I translated one of those stories that pleased me very much ("Nuit coquine") trying to keep her words and colour (naughty but not too explicit, a bit naive). She demonstrates that eroticism doesn't depend on rude words but in the images and sensations that a talented writer can conjure on your mind.
Due that English is not my natural language all mistakes, incoherences and nonsenses you can notice on the translation are exclusively my fault. If you loved the story don't be quiet and tell it to Manon.