Letters to Penthouse XIII by Penthouse International

Author:Penthouse International [International, Penthouse]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC005000, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780446506304
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2007-07-30T14:00:00+00:00

What a ghostly apparition, I thought. Then whatever it was screeched at me, “Get up, you’re going to be late for work.”

I rolled out of bed and, rubbing my eyes, made my way to where the hideous creature stood. I gently kissed it on the back of the neck, fondly remembering that this was once my angel in red. I looked past the green goop on her face and into her deep blue eyes. They were a bit hard these days, and cold.

I smiled and said, “You look beautiful,” then gently kissed her lips.

Her eyes softened and she smiled too, cracking the dry paste. “I look like shit,” she said. “Now go get ready for work.”

“No,” I said. “I think I’ll take the day off today.”

“Why?” she asked.

I lifted my brows a couple of times and rolled my eyes toward the bed.

She smiled again, wider this time. More dry paste cracked, and small pieces sprinkled to the floor. She playfully slapped my bare chest, but let her soft hand lie there. Her eyes twinkled with delight as I cupped the back of her neck in the palm of my hand and wrapped my other arm around her small waist, pulling her close and kissing her passionately.

Our tongues wound around one another like slippery serpents. The kiss lasted for a euphoric eternity. When we separated she looked at me wide-eyed and said, “What got in you?”

“A vision of beauty,” I replied.

She pulled herself from my embrace, saying, “Let me wash this stuff off my face.” Then she turned and went in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I stripped off my briefs, went back to the bed, climbed under the blankets and waited for her to return. I lay thinking of the vision in my dream until the bathroom door swung open.

She stood in the doorway wearing one of my old flannel shirts, with only the two middle buttons fastened. Below the buttons I saw her crotch and the tiny bush of hair that covered it. Above them, her ample breasts spread the shirt wide, showing her cleavage. Her golden-blonde hair was wild and uncombed. The green goop was gone from her flawless cream-colored skin. She wore just a hint of makeup, which brought out her sweet full lips and bedroom eyes.

She walked slowly toward me, tossing her head slightly to flip her hair back. It seemed to move in slow motion, brushing her shoulders and bouncing into place.

She pulled the blankets down and mounted me, straddling my waist in a kneeling position. Her hand found my throbbing manhood and pressed it down against my stomach. Then she slid forward, holding it in place with her crotch. I felt her hair touching the head and her moistness pressing against the shaft as my rock-hard pole strained to stand erect.

Now she opened the shirt buttons, and I cupped her firm breasts in my hands, tenderly rolling the hard nipples with my fingertips. I released them as she leaned forward, the nipples rubbing against my chest.

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