The Gathering Part One: Shy's Retreat

An overall good story just needed to be cleaned up a bit. The worst part was that proper grammar wasn't what Mangus was known for. In fact, his grammar was terrible.


That mind of his, Man...It was sexy as hell. Just then Shy braced herself against the nightstand, feeling a warm sensation rush over her body. Recalled a conversation she had with Mangus in a chat room once. Mangus went on this unscripted banter about a scene. Whew! She exhaled deeply and smiled tossing the manuscript on the bed.


Shy wanted to get comfortable before starting the undertaking task at hand. She walked over to the night stand to place her drink, checked her phone and placed it beside her drink, reached in her purse to get a pen and threw it beside the manuscript, turned the covers back, placed the extra pillows on top of the other ones, sat on the bed to kick off her shoes, and, then, scooted back toward the headboard to prop herself on the pillows behind her.


Taking a cleaning sigh, Shy picked up the story, and the pen, to make some notes. On second thought, she laid the pen down deciding to read the story again completely. Perhaps, this time it would have different feel. With another sip, she began to read; carefully read page after page. Finally, she subconsciously licked her lips. It definitely had different feel. Her soaked panties told her that. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the story. Giggling a little, Shy realized it was probably a mixture of both. Whichever it was, it sure felt good.


Laying the story off to the side, Shy leaned her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes to begin visualizing Mangus' words. Shy had to smile to herself. The way he talked about wrapping his lips around her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples and then gently teasing them with his tongue until her nipples hardened sent a wave of heat through her body. Her own nipples began to harden. Shy, wetting her lips with her tongue, exhaled deeply. Her body started reacting to her imagining how it would feel.


Slowly unbuttoning her pants, Shy slid her hand inside. Moaning softly, her hand reached for her clit. The image in her mind changed slightly. Now instead of her being licked and suckled, Shy was doing the licking and sucking. In her mind, Shy hungrily sucked and licked the beautiful breasts of her lover and heard the lover's deep moans as she was sucked harder, but tenderly. Shy released the tender nipple from her mouth and took a breath while looking up into eyes of her beautiful friend.


Shy's passionate cries filled the room as she rubbed and squeezed her clit. As her fantasy played out vividly in her mind, Shy slipped a finger inside just as she did to her fantasy lover's sweetness. Her lover's hip bucked while Shy finger-fucked that wet, juicy, hot pussy. Shy did the same to her own drenched, flaming, and desperate slit.


Her head started to spin as her pussy began to drip with flowing wetness. Adding more spice to the fantasy Shy saw out of the counter of her eye a man standing holding his cock. Before she knew what happened, she heard groans from her own lips sliding back and forth on his cock. Lost in her passion, she alternated from his cock to her lover's breasts. Her passion continued to build and the pace quickened.


Her body had all it could take.

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