Four writers for the price of one blog
♦ A holiday quickie…short and sweet. -X
“Hey you. Long time no see.” She was already in her sleepshirt. Her hair was in a loose bun on top of her head.
“Is a couple of days really that long? Been busy, baby.”He gave a cursory smile to the camera and went on with his work. Something crinkled – plastic. “What is that?” He didn’t look to see.
He rolled his eyes and continued typing. She rubbed her lips against the smooth candy shaft, breathing it in. Its diagonal ribs were a suggestive shade of pink. Her mouth filled with saliva. She sighed.
“What are you sighing about?” He flipped through the pages of a legal pad solicitously. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around her snack. It was thick… but not as thick as him.
It would have to do.
She closed her eyes and licked from curve to fat tip and made a slow, sloppy circle.
“Mmmm….” She didn’t open her eyes as she sucked it into her mouth. The pink ribs began to melt and tint her lips dark rose. It rested on her tongue so solidly she was instantly wet.
He looked up, irritated. “Are you going to speak or what?”
Her t-shirt was so worn he saw her nipples hardening. She licked again from hook to tip and back. Her tongue undulated, then flicked fast when it got to the tip. The mic picked up a soft moan.
“What is that?” The words on the screen by her image blurred. He stopped typing.
She gave the candy slow, luxurious laps, then moved it in and out of her mouth. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were flushed. A drop of rose saliva dripped off her chin. The shaft went so deep her throat opened to accommodate it. The glassy, lost look in her eye took his breath away.
She licked her lips and smiled. “My mouth is on fire. It’s cinnamon.” She flicked her tongue on the tip again.
“Why is it so thick?” He sounded like he had a frog in his throat. She took off her shirt and her tight, smooth flesh shone. It looked so warm… his fingers twitched to touch.
“It’s got a little something extra in the middle. Wanna see?” She slung one of her legs over the arm of the computer chair, but just enough for him to see the silky inside of her thigh.
“Yeah, but make it quick.” God, he had work to do.
She licked her hand, a slow broad tongue on her palm, then rubbed it between her tits. Her little nipples tightened again. She rubbed the candy between them, and her breasts pressed and squeezed the shaft so snugly she got ‘the smile’. He knew that smile. His cock began to harden as quickly as it had when he was a kid. The candy left pink streaks on the pale skin of her breasts.
“So messy.” His voice was reverent.
“Just wait.” She sucked avidly. Pink, wet flashes of tongue on the shaft made his balls tighten with anticipation. Her eyes were closed with a private ecstasy that made him a bit jealous.
I got your candy cane right here… his hard cock wept precum.
A creamy liquid began to drip from the corners of her mouth, and she groaned. The sharp spice of the cinnamon made her eyes water. She let it drip freely on her chin and breasts, sighing softly. It was warm, but not as warm as him…or as copious. Her blushing face was messy with candy cream. She rolled her hips forward and her naked cunt winked at him, glossy and pink as the candy cane.
And just as sweet... He jumped out of his chair.
“It’s been too long. I’m coming over.”
She licked the stickiness off her lips. “Hurry baby, before my sugar rush wears off.”