Brownstones and Balconies part5
by HandJob Blog
Damn! Just the need to be with a lover who has laboured long and hard
to show you some ecstasy.
I’m already passing back through the horde, smiling, grinning, lips
touching, good night! Goodnight! See yas later, eh?
I mentally tug on the cord tied to your crotch. The others knotted
about your nipples. Through the mass of flesh I feel you move to
follow, leaving, the green eyes follow you hungrily.
I grab my long coat and go out on the balcony for a breath of air, the
party just inches away behind the sheer curtains. The sound fades as I
draw a deep clear breath. I lean over the railing to see the people on
the street just a few feet below. A swish of the curtains, a temporary
blocking of the sound as you come through the door and put your arms
...End of the part5. To be continued..