Deliberate Display - five erotic voyeur and exhibitionist stories Read Online Free
Author: Sommer Marsden, Lucy Felthouse, John McKeown, Marlene Yong, Abigail Thornton
so … so indecently. I’ve attached my card, if you ever feel like posing professionally.’ I thought he was joking until I saw the photographic studio’s details on the card.
‘I’ll think about it,’ I said, smirking at the idea of getting naked again. I slipped the disc and the card into my pocket, making sure that the notepaper with Mr and Mrs Callum Martin’s home contact details was still in there too. It felt good to have one or two offers worth following up on for when I finally got home.
The Convent Girls’ Tale
by Marlene Yong
That afternoon, I met Vanessa in the restaurant of an expensive hotel in St John’s Wood. When she arrived, I noticed male heads turning – as always. I won’t say that Vanessa is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, but she’s certainly the most voluptuous and sexually magnetic. Beside her I, Dympna, look positively dowdy – which was why I only agreed to meet her in a discreet eatery, and then only once a month.
We go back a long way, Vanessa and myself. To a convent a few miles from Dublin, in fact. As two skinny but not unattractive teenagers, we both caught the eye of our fair share of boys, though things were all pretty innocent back then. But as we reached adulthood, she left me miles behind. I developed my own skills, though. I wasn’t bad-looking but I needed something to equalise the odds. And I discovered I had an extremely rewarding if unexpected talent. I could deliver one hell of a blowjob.
My tongue had always been exceptionally long and agile and I playfully experimented and practised in front of a mirror, twisting it into a variety of shapes, extending its length, even manipulating it to make wide circles in the air with the tip. When this began, it was just fun. I little realised how useful this aptitude would prove to be.
Our sexual adventures began at 18 when, after bedtime, we’d slip out into the convent garden and through a wicket gate in the wall, which the nuns believed was completely jammed shut and therefore safe. A couple of lads would meet us outside and we’d separate into pairs and drift into the shelter of some trees behind a low wall.
I kissed and necked with Brian a few times but one night he opened his mouth wide, forcing my lips apart. Next moment, I felt his tongue jab in between them. I was shocked but decided to play along and see what it was like. I slithered my own in and around his mouth, licking his palate and rotating my tongue round his. He pulled away looking at me strangely. ‘ Jaysus , Dympna, where’d you learn to kiss like that?’ he gasped.
After that there was no stopping me. I suppose I was naïve; I was also infatuated. In my innocence, I let him lick my breasts and caress my hole with his fingers. I also grasped his thing while he jerked his arse backwards and forwards as if he was trying to make something happen. Nothing ever did and it was only when Vanessa told me afterwards that some kind of creamy juice was supposed to shoot out of the thing that I got some idea of what he’d been expecting.
Soon I was agreeing to whatever he asked me to do, except allowing him to stick his thing into me. And that was only because I’d had so many warnings from the nuns and the priest who came to the convent to hear confession.
I was, as I’ve said, still rather innocent then. But Brian kept complaining that me using my hand was not “sexy” enough. One day he said that surely I could use my marvellous tongue as he didn’t want me to get up the creek. At first I didn’t understand what he wanted me to do. When I finally caught on, I shouted, ‘You dirty scut!’ and ran back into the convent and refused to see him for weeks. Eventually I relented, though. And soon we were back to kissing and groping.
Then one night – it must have been a few days before my period, a time when I used to get all hot and feel funny, wanting something but I couldn’t tell what – he pushed me onto the low wall so that I was
‘I’ll think about it,’ I said, smirking at the idea of getting naked again. I slipped the disc and the card into my pocket, making sure that the notepaper with Mr and Mrs Callum Martin’s home contact details was still in there too. It felt good to have one or two offers worth following up on for when I finally got home.
The Convent Girls’ Tale
by Marlene Yong
That afternoon, I met Vanessa in the restaurant of an expensive hotel in St John’s Wood. When she arrived, I noticed male heads turning – as always. I won’t say that Vanessa is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, but she’s certainly the most voluptuous and sexually magnetic. Beside her I, Dympna, look positively dowdy – which was why I only agreed to meet her in a discreet eatery, and then only once a month.
We go back a long way, Vanessa and myself. To a convent a few miles from Dublin, in fact. As two skinny but not unattractive teenagers, we both caught the eye of our fair share of boys, though things were all pretty innocent back then. But as we reached adulthood, she left me miles behind. I developed my own skills, though. I wasn’t bad-looking but I needed something to equalise the odds. And I discovered I had an extremely rewarding if unexpected talent. I could deliver one hell of a blowjob.
My tongue had always been exceptionally long and agile and I playfully experimented and practised in front of a mirror, twisting it into a variety of shapes, extending its length, even manipulating it to make wide circles in the air with the tip. When this began, it was just fun. I little realised how useful this aptitude would prove to be.
Our sexual adventures began at 18 when, after bedtime, we’d slip out into the convent garden and through a wicket gate in the wall, which the nuns believed was completely jammed shut and therefore safe. A couple of lads would meet us outside and we’d separate into pairs and drift into the shelter of some trees behind a low wall.
I kissed and necked with Brian a few times but one night he opened his mouth wide, forcing my lips apart. Next moment, I felt his tongue jab in between them. I was shocked but decided to play along and see what it was like. I slithered my own in and around his mouth, licking his palate and rotating my tongue round his. He pulled away looking at me strangely. ‘ Jaysus , Dympna, where’d you learn to kiss like that?’ he gasped.
After that there was no stopping me. I suppose I was naïve; I was also infatuated. In my innocence, I let him lick my breasts and caress my hole with his fingers. I also grasped his thing while he jerked his arse backwards and forwards as if he was trying to make something happen. Nothing ever did and it was only when Vanessa told me afterwards that some kind of creamy juice was supposed to shoot out of the thing that I got some idea of what he’d been expecting.
Soon I was agreeing to whatever he asked me to do, except allowing him to stick his thing into me. And that was only because I’d had so many warnings from the nuns and the priest who came to the convent to hear confession.
I was, as I’ve said, still rather innocent then. But Brian kept complaining that me using my hand was not “sexy” enough. One day he said that surely I could use my marvellous tongue as he didn’t want me to get up the creek. At first I didn’t understand what he wanted me to do. When I finally caught on, I shouted, ‘You dirty scut!’ and ran back into the convent and refused to see him for weeks. Eventually I relented, though. And soon we were back to kissing and groping.
Then one night – it must have been a few days before my period, a time when I used to get all hot and feel funny, wanting something but I couldn’t tell what – he pushed me onto the low wall so that I was
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