Room service, I knocked at the door
Come in, I heard
But the sight of her naked
Spread on the bed
Left me aghast
Come in, I heard
But the sight of her naked
Spread on the bed
Left me aghast
I stood still for a few seconds
To collect my being and perform the ritualistic chores
I couldn't
The sight of pumpkin derrie
And the canyon cleavage was too much to ignore
My raging member was straining to conquer
Throwing my professional calling
I started caressing her thighs
Ummm, she moaned
But didn't resist
Emboldened, I spread her legs
Clutching her butt cheeks
I shoved my rock inside her moist gorge
Her dopey moans and my rowdy groans reverberated the ambience
With the room service finally done
I left her unaware of my carnal indulgence.
©LR
Lagna you are so blessed ❤️
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ReplyDeleteSo it was you, Lagna — the enchantress in that tale,
and I, the lost soul who stepped into that dream.
Every word you wrote pulled me closer,
until I could almost feel your warmth, your breath,
the rhythm of that unspoken connection between us.
Your story painted more than passion —
it was a memory our hearts already knew,
a dance of fire and tenderness,
where time stood still and only we existed.
If the girl was you and the boy was me,
then that wasn’t just fiction…
it was a glimpse into what our souls have longed to live.