Emily and Daniel
Copyright© 2015 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 3: Twenty Years Old Again
Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 3: Twenty Years Old Again - Emily had a pirate fantasy, and I did my best to make it come true for her. This is a sequel of sorts to "Emily," but it stands on its own. CAUTION: There's a lot of explicit, raunchy language here, even if overall it's a love story (and sex romp). Plus, Emily's journal is full of vivid, purplish and over-the-top prose. (Manchowder, anyone?) There is MM, pretty light stuff, as well as sibling incest and borderline activities with parents. And pirates. Check the codes before you read, please.
Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Group Sex
Back home, AS I sank into Emily I looked at the photograph on her night table. Me, twenty or more years ago, hair curly from the tropical heat and humidity, strong, tanned, nude, visible abs, leaning against the wall in the sun. I was hard, too, although the image was cropped so you couldn't see for sure. I'd nailed the photographer shortly after she made that image.
In my mind I was that age again. Strong, confident, erect, ready to thrust, skewering her the way she wanted to be skewered, again and again.
When we finished I held myself inside Emily, my arms taking my weight so I didn't squish her. Emily opened her eyes and smiled. She stroked my cheek gently.
"What got into you, Daniel?"
Without thinking my eyes moved to the photo of twenty-year-old me. Emily looked as well.
She smiled a tender smile again, and frowned as I slipped out of her. I rolled to her side.
"Feeling old, Daniel?"
I didn't answer. Emily pulled my head to her and kissed me on the lips.
"Is that what's bothering you?"
I shook my head, but I couldn't find words to answer her.
"I love you, Daniel." She hugged me tight. "I loved that guy in the picture, too. I shiver when I remember how he took me that afternoon, and I still love him."
She kissed me again.
"And if looking at that picture turns you into a tiger, pal, I'm all for it."
Emily's giggles turned into hiccups. I was pissed. This wasn't funny to me, and I guess my face showed it. Emily quieted. She kissed me once more, softly.
"But if you're going to be depressed because you think you're not that guy any more, I'll be really pissed at you."
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