Shocking true story
It was the first time I had talked her into coming back to my place.
For months I had been trying to convince her of how much I liked and respected her. What an upstanding member of the community I was. It was hard for she was the parson’s daughter and would cop no nonsense from any of the lads in our town.

Finally after a night out spending hundreds of dollars on dinner, movies, dancing but, of most importance those very expensive girly drinks laced with buckets of potent top shelf booze, she agreed to return with me to my pad.

The taxi ride home was surprising, she willingly allowed me to caress and hold her while kissing her passionately. When not kissing her I whispered stories into her ear of my strength and the many victories I had had fighting hard men such as Mr. T. The flickering light of the street lights as the taxi drove along showed her profile in an alluring light and I was sure it was only a matter of time before she was swept off to be made into a super model and the realization this would be my one chance to have her.

Once we had arrived at my abode, I embraced her firmly; kissing her deeply and slowly removed her coat, I felt her firm hard body as I held her in my well defined manly arms. I swept her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the mattress of my king sized four poster bed.

As continued to kiss her I slowly removed her clothing and kissed every inch of her glorious body. As I tasted her woman hood, she came to life and it was shocking to see her break from the bounds of her chaste demeanour to become the wild wanton woman I hoped she would be.

Our love making was wild and frenzied moving between many positions. As I pleasured her in a mad and carefree way from behind while she knelt on hands and knees and she moaned and squealed in ecstasy.
Suddenly from the heavens there was a clash of thunder and all the lights in the house and street where extinguished. The fright of the thunder caused us both to jump and we where momentarily disconnected.

“Don’t stop” she cried “we don’t need lights, our passion will light the world”

I positioned myself and returned to thrust into her but, without the lights to see what we were doing I slipped ......................... and then I really was in the shit.
-pass me my hat and coat-
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Wed 24 Oct 2012, 4:53, Reply)