Charlotte's Web (eBook)
44 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-4888-2 (ISBN)
Jose was born in East Los Angeles at the L.A. County General Hospital. He was raised in the Ramona Gardens projects, where he also worked as a residence cleaner. He is 3rd to the youngest of eight children born to Eva and Robert Tarin. He never graduated high school. He finally received his GED from the L.A. Occupational Center. He is wayward, prancing and frolicking about life with no dimension or prowess-nonetheless, a happy and measurably innocent soul.
A latent characteristic of mind and soul has come to the surface of Charlotte Sutter's psyche. A woman inside the woman who'd never known pleasure the way she's come to experience. Hidden away for most of her adult life this new woman has changed most of her previous dormant and derelict existence till now. Thanks to Jane, Charlotte is a new a feral woman seeking the fruits of other ladies in and around her world. Jane nevertheless remains the only love in her life aside from her many exploits and encounters with anyone girl who is in close proximity to her hot desire for sex and passion. The new Charlotte Sutter is no longer the quiet diminutive housewife she'd been loathing for the past two decades. Juggling her spirituality, family and lust her life tingling with excitement and nuance she never imagined would become a real and challenging proportion of her existence. Fantasizing and masturbating were other dimensions she's come to appreciate. Divorcing Cody and subversively keeping her appetite from view of her son Gage was also a charming challenge. Nevertheless, here she cum's...!
Honeysuckle
A gorgeous evening has blossomed in this small, charming southern town. It is a fairytale community with a modest population and beautiful homes with lovely manicured greens. It is a tight-knit neighborhood where everyone has some familiar connection with others, either through the town’s historical value of old family roots or just the essence of a friendly atmosphere. Outside of the small citadel, stood many homes sparsely populated with much of the same architecture. This particular home stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, with colorful White Pines shedding leaves about the yard, and this time of season produced the beautiful colors of autumn. The upstairs window of the master room was slightly opened; the sheen curtain undulated from a sweet and cool breeze. Inside this home, in this room, under the white sheets, were two bodies tangled within the other, making the beautiful sounds of lust and copulation.
“Umm, sweet Charlotte,” she savored. “That was incredible, Mommy. How do you manage to touch me in all the right places, baby!”
Mommy moved up between the girl’s legs and lay beside her. “Wait! Where are you going, my love? It’s my turn. You can’t just get up and leave me hungry. I want to eat my Rose and my Cookie, Mommy!”
“Jane, please don’t call me that.”
“Awe, why not, my sweet Charlotte? It never bothered you before.” Jane reached over Charlotte’s chest to press her lips to kiss hers. Charlotte eagerly responded with her passion—two passionate women enjoying the fruits of lovemaking: kisses, more kisses, and loving moans. Jane got up and straddled Charlotte, placing her tit in her mouth and mischievously taunting her with a childish smile. Charlotte moved her hands to Jane’s ass and suckled like a baby enjoying her mother’s fruits.
“Umm, yes, that’s it, Mother, yes, um mm,” she groaned.
“Oh, for goodness sake, Jane…!” Charlotte moved, and Jane moved aside.
“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you like your twins anymore?” she asked, holding them up.
“You know I love my girls, silly.” Charlotte purred. “It’s the way you say, Mommy; I don’t know, it sounds so awkward and a little inappropriate.” Jane tittered at her comment and then lay on her bed with arms extended above her head. Charlotte sat at the edge of the bed and took her phone from the lamp table. “Awkward…? We’re in bed together, my love. We fuck once a week, at least, like rabbits, and for how many years now?” she asked, reaching for her, “Look at me, baby. I think I know how you feel. We have talked before about it, and I’m glad we do. The age difference between us doesn’t matter to me. And my calling you Mommy during sex is just a loving term I use because it makes me cum harder and longer. It feels so good to know that I have someone older than me and my mother’s best friend—oh my god, isn’t that so naughty? I think about it quite a lot during the day, and when I do, I get so wet and horny that I’ve got to stop for a moment to catch my breath. So please don’t stop me from enjoying you and the endearing words that I use, baby. I love you so much.”
Charlotte had absorbed every word and was, by her expression, completely enchanted by her charming lover and the very sincerity about her demeanor. Genuinely astounded and mesmerized she was. A sigh of love she haled from her chest, leaning to kiss her. Then Jane asked… “Tell me then, how long have I been moaning Mama and loving you?”
“I don’t know, six years, I think,” Charlotte replied.
“…Six and a half. But who’s counting, right!?” Jane snidely responded. “But no—that’s not inappropriate!”
“Yes, OK, six and a half,” she muttered, “But you still like it, don’t you?”
Jane got up to her knees on the bed, dawdled to the bed’s edge, and placed her arms around Charlotte from behind. “I couldn’t live without it!” Jane whimpered. “I love you so much, my precious woman. There isn’t a day that goes by without my desire for your touch and your kiss. Look at me,” she commanded, “I hope you believe that, Charlotte. I need you to believe it; do you understand?”
Charlotte turned to her, embracing and falling to the bed together. She moved a strand of Jane’s hair from her brow with a loving and cherishing smile.
“I do believe you, and I do understand. I want you to know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I hurt when we’re not together. I, too, desire you every day. And if it is six years that we have been together, I am so grateful I’ve had you this long in my life—and my bed!” Charlotte leaned over to kiss her with that love and yearning.
“— Six and a half!” she breathed. And then they both laughed, entangling their bodies for another romp. Jane went down to Charlotte’s hot flower to devour her luscious cum; Jane looked up from within the mounds of Charlotte’s supple and tender ass and quickly stopped her rimming Charlotte’s Cookie to gather herself; for the time had passed the hour.
“Baby—we’ve got to stop now.” Jane purred, “Buster should be back soon. I’ve got to get going.”
“Time is up so soon?” Charlotte looked at her with mesmerizing bedroom eyes that made her desire for Charlotte rise again. Jane touched her lovely face and smiled, sitting at the edge of the bed, drawing Charlotte closer and kissing her with that soft, wet, succulent fervor and sweet moans emanating from the two. Jane climbed on top of Charlotte again, not letting go of that captivating kiss. Once more, the love pangs began; Charlotte, with her fingers massaging Jane’s clitoris, feeling the cum between her fingers, taking Jane up to her face and Jane grabs the top of the headboard and begins her magnificent ride Charlotte, with both hands on her ass, moved one of her hands to her pussy and started the flames of lust and juices, which made for a lovely whole of cum between the two. Jane looked at the clock again and then stopped the ruckus of love.
“Charlotte!” she called, “Charlotte, baby?” she begged, although still riding, “I’ve got to go, honey! —Mama!” Charlotte scooted out from under her crotch and got up from the bed. “Go then, go on! I didn’t mean to keep you so long!” Jane turned to her with concern about that remark. She, too, got off, hurried to her, and hugged her, taunting her hair. “Are you angry with me because I have to go home? Charlotte—Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, “I’m old, and I feel so insecure sometimes about you and me and how much you still love me.” Charlotte whimpered, and Jane turned her face close to her. “Look at me,” she pried, “You have no idea how much I love you and need you, Charlotte.”
“But that’s just it: I don’t know—I don’t know!”
“You must, you must know! We’ve been together for so long now I can’t believe you would feel that insecure about our love together.” Jane replied. “Charlotte—I love you more than anything in this world; can’t you see that?” Charlotte embraced her immediately after those words. “Oh, do you? Would you marry if things were different? And would you want to be my wife?” she whimpered.
“Yess,” she purred, “I would love to be your wife more than anything. And I will wait as long as I have to for the day you ask me to marry you, Charlotte, and for as long as it does take, remember that the answer will always be, Yes!” she whispered to her and then a remarkable kiss. Looking into each other’s eyes with a slight grievance, they knew that their communion was but a fleeting moment here and there when time allowed. What was more was that they were each married to the men in their lives for the duration of this relationship, which perhaps kept love going even more potent. The sneaking about and surreptitious calls in the wee hours fed the flame of desire and made for a hot and feral, naughty foreplay that the two didn’t want to live without. What is it but a fiery, sensual promiscuity and a longing for each other under the most delicate nature of their situations that made it worth the fucking risk! HELL YEAH!
“You’d better go now, honey. I’m sorry, but I get selfish and lost in our lovemaking. Forgive me, dear.”
“Awe, don’t worry about it. We’ll get together soon—like we always do, baby!” Jane kissed her once more and then began to dress herself. Charlotte prepared for her departure; they met at the door for one last kiss.
“Jane, honey,” she prayed, “I know your birthday is just around the corner, and I want to do something special for you if you can manage the time. It would mean so much to me to be able to do this for you, my sweet girl.” Jane embraced her with a titter, giddy and surprised at Charlotte’s sweet notion.
“Oh, Mother, you remembered!” she gasped, I knew you would!”
“I could never forget your wonderful birth, my dear. I was there that beautiful morning twenty-three years ago, holding your mother’s hand. You are my baby, too!” she silently whispered. At this moment, Jane displayed a loving glow and cherished demeanor that would challenge the brilliance of the stars.
“I am such a lucky girl, mama! I can’t believe all of the wonderful things God has given me: my health, marriage—and you, my precious love. I could never be happier than I am right now—truly happy!”
“You deserve it, my dear. You deserve everything that anyone could ever want. And I will always be here...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 4.3.2024 |
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| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen |
| ISBN-13 | 979-8-3509-4888-2 / 9798350948882 |
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