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| SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? By Enola You are walking down the street going back home. It's a beautiful evening, so you prefer walking instead of taking the underground. You cross over the street in the zebra crossing. You are lost in thought and you don't realize that a high-speed car is coming and it seems it won't stop. You're just in the middle of the street. The only thing that you can do to avoid that car is throw yourself down on the ground on one side. You lay still on the ground for a bit, then you hear a man's voice which says, "Are you ok?" You are confused and find hard to remember what has just happened to you. You raise your eyes and see the most gorgeous man you have ever met. The first thought which comes to your mind is (I'm dead and he must be the angel at the heaven's door who gives me his welcome!) You also think that, at least, you're died happy! The man looks at you worried and repeats, "Are you fine?" As you don't answer to his question he says, "Do you understand what I'm telling you?" You just manage to tell a timid "Yeah!" He'd like to call an ambulance but you tell him you're fine and all that you need is a little time to collect yourself after the big fear. He realizes your forehead is bleeding, "I live over there," says him pointing to the end of the street, "Come with me, so I'll disinfect your wound." You say it doesn't matter and thank him for his help, but he insists that you follow him. He invites you to sit into the sofa, but you ask if you can go to the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror and see your injured forehead. Although you have a bad wound, it doesn't hurt. You turn the tap on and wash your face. As your hands touch the water you fell a light burning and when you look at them, you realize that your palms are scratched. When you open the door you see the man in front of you, "I have to take the disinfectant," he says. You sit into the sofa and after a while he comes back and sits close to you. He slowly shifts your hair and disinfects your wound very gently. You don't know where to look at, you just try to avoid his beautiful deep dark brown eyes. Suddenly he breaks the silence, "My name's James, and yours?" "Lucy" you answer, "You know, my parents are both freaks of The Beatles. My sister's called Michelle and my brother Jude." "You must be joking!" says him incredulous. "No, I'm serious, unfortunately! They met at one of their gigs in the 60s, then they fell in love…and you can imagine the rest of the story! We have a dog, try to guess his name!" say you smiling. "I don't have a clue!" answers him. You take a breath and say, "Are you ready? He's called Sergeant Pepper!!!" You have a big laugh and after he says, "Anyway, Lucy is a beautiful name." "Even James is!" you reply. "Yeah, really better than Clint! You know, when I was born my dad wanted to call me Clint Eastwood, but luckily my mum, that rest in peace, didn't allow him to do it. So, they managed to find a compromise and called me James Dean!" says him very amused. "James Dean just like that James Dean? AH AH AH…yeah, you're right, James Dean is pretty better than Clint Eastwood! And I was lucky too 'cos they could have called me Liz Taylor!" you laugh more & more, then James says, "You have a very sweet smile!" You thank him blushing. "Are you always so kind?" ask you to break your embarrass, "Only with nice girls who have a lovely smile and blush like you!" answers him with a smile as sweet as yours!! You look at your watch and say you'd better to go 'cos it's very late. You kindly thank him for everything he did for you and wear your coat. He accompanies you to the door but before open it, he looks straight at you and says in a very sexy way, "Lucy, are you really sure you want to go?" "So Lucy, have you taken your choice?" says James a while later, "Try to persuade me to stay!" reply you provoking him. "Are you challenging me babe?" He keeps looking straight in the eye and takes your coat off. Then he opens your blouse and lets slide it along your arms touching them. Then he stops. "Is this all that you can do?" say you disappointed. "Be patient, now it's your turn!" says him. You remove his shirt uncovering his sculpted chest. "It's my turn again!" says him. He lets slides the shoulder straps of your bra one after the other. Then he goes behind you and kisses your neck and you shoulder. His mouth goes under kissing your back too. Then his teeth grasp and unhook your bra which immediately falls to the floor. He fingers your breast then his hands go under on your waist; they grasp and tear your knickers off. Then he fingers your clitoris and you moan with pleasure. His action is short but effective. He comes back in front of you and puts your hands on his boxers. You take them off and stare at his magnificent cock. So he says, "Have you ever seen anything like that before? Touch me!!" You grasp and clasp his cock in your hand, "Ouch!" says him joking, "Be careful, it's fragile!" He pushes you against the wall and penetrates you in a sec. You wrap your legs round his waist and hold his body tight to yours. "Have I managed to convince you to stay?" asks him panting. "Oh yeahhhh!!" you moan with extreme pleasure. "Please, suck my nipples James!!" He obeys your request and puts his mouth on one of your nipples. His lips and his tongue suck and lick it giving you a beautiful sensation of ecstasy. He fucks you for about an hour and finally, you both collapse to the floor exhausted. <<< Enola’s stories |