Inferioritis: Search for a Cure
Copyright© 2021 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 16: Is That Insulin in Your Pocket, or
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16: Is That Insulin in Your Pocket, or - His disease was emotional. Hers was in her pancreas. Algebra brought them together. The earth tried to eat her. Then he learned to eat her, and they lived in their sex palace. There's a fairy godmother, Bluetooth, and auto financing. Excess happy tears. And a medical breakthrough. Also, horses.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches School White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Small Breasts
The big day had arrived. The sex palace was decorated with tiny LEDs. A black velvet painting of a rampant bull glowed under a black light. A tiny mirrored disco ball rotated sending splinters of light around the bedroom. Red satin sheets added to the ambience.
Dan was dressed in tight ivory studded leathers, sequins spelling “EL TORO” across his back. He guided his beauty into the room, and prepared to remove her blindfold. Elvis was on the stereo:
Love me tender, love me sweet
Dan removed the blindfold and kissed her, fervently. Grace slowly opened her eyes, and gasped. In a moment, she was shaking with laughter. “Oh, oh, let me down. You knucklehead!“ Dan spun around. “El Toro? Ha, ha, ha! Oh. My. God. I will never forget this day. Nobody will believe it. Well, Darcy might. Oh, oh, my belly hurts!”
Dan clicked off Elvis. He faced the bed and began a sensuous strip-tease. Darcy had coached him. But he broke character long enough to extricate his feet from boots and socks. Back on his feet, his boxers, sprinkled with little hearts, were tented out. Grace: “Hola, Danielito, come out to play!” Slowly the shorts descended and were kicked away. Grace began tugging at her own clothing but Dan shushed her. He worked each button and fastener denuding her gently. “Mi amor,” he whispered, “¡Te amo!” Grace responded: “Mi corazón”, “¡Te amo!”
Heat was building between them. Love and Lust swirled between them. Neither could speak, in any language. He licked a finger and caressed her lower lips, finding abundant wetness. Danielito was ready, and nosed into her sweet portal. As Dan began thrusting, Grace wrapped him with arms and legs. She welcomed the feeling of being pressed into the bed. Her clit loved being brushed by Dan’s hairy groin. She was already climaxing, each cum stronger and stronger like a stairway. Grace moaned and thrashed under Dan’s relentless banging. Finally she felt his release, throbbing and spurting inside, and the last, highest stair exploded underneath her.
“Queen of our Sex Palace!” “Princess of procreation!” “Duchess of dickwork!” “Dan, if you don’t shut up, I will truly pound you. Now, rest your mighty organ while I welcome your little wigglers to my halls of happiness. I love you to pieces. But, please, stifle yourself, so I can introduce ova and sperm properly.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.