An innocent at depravity central

I had just started blogging, which is a great way to get your thoughts out there if no one wants to pay you for it. I had set myself up as a down-to-earth cooking guy, keeping things simple and cheap, and I attracted a number of “fans” who liked the way I went about it.

One of them was Lindy, a Scottish woman, married and with an adult daughter. It soon became apparent that she had a bit of a thing for me. She wrote beautiful things like comments and sent me gushing compliments when we switched to the email.

As I said, she was happy, but she had developed a serious crush on this guy she didn’t even know, that is, me. I hadn’t really done anything to encourage it, just a standard low-level playful flirt.

She started a blog of her own, using WordPress because I had told her how easy it was. She blogged about food too, in a more informed, less spiritual style.

We had been in touch for about six months when another food blogger we both knew suggested having our own little convention. There were half a dozen of us within a radius of 100 miles or more, and we arranged to meet in Cardiff in a hotel chain of bargains. One convention day, arriving the day before and leaving as soon as we liked after business was concluded.

Lindy and I decided to spend a second night.

The big day came and ten of us met in the hotel bar, some of them having brought husbands and wives. Lindy and I sat down together and had a little trouble keeping our hands together. It was a strange combination of right-laced and brazenly submissive, agreeing with almost everything I said and generally supporting me.

She was short and thin with long brown hair and small but curved breasts. She wore a sensible brown floral dress as her mother could have done.

Eventually the group started to break as the bride and groom went to bed and in the end there were only the two of us left.

“It’s time for me to surrender too,” I said. I’m going to take you for a walk in your room.”

“Well, thank you, sir,” she said, “as her mother could have done.” We had a comfortable conversation in the elevator and along his door, three or four away from mine.

Then we stood outside his room and the atmosphere thickened as this shall-I shan’t-I thing took over. She looked at me nervously, looking at my eyes, and then avoiding hers because the traction was so strong. I leaned over to kiss her and she slid her face to the side so that all I could have was her ear. I kissed her lightly, then sucked her earlobe. She has moved away.

“No,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry, but…”

I took her right hand and kissed her, then replaced her on her lap, making sure to touch her with my fingers as I did. My hand very briefly touched the place where, under the dress and underwear, her pubic hair was hiding.

“Go ahead,” she says very seriously. “Go to bed.” But even the word “bed” made him tremble a little.

I left like a good boy. I thought about going back in a moment and knocking on her door, but decided against her. Instead, I masturbated and imagined her doing the same thing, congratulating her self and cursing her lack of adventure.

The convention was quite fun and some of the other people were interesting, but Lindy and I were trapped in a cloud of desire and fantasy.

At 4 p.m., we finished the procedure and half the others went straight to their cars because they could go home at nightfall. This left me, To Me, Lindy and another couple, who suggested we go to the restaurant. Lindy looked at me for the management and I said I was going to get an early night and left early in the morning.

“Me too,” she said nervously.

Together again, we dined at the hotel, then sat in the bar until eleven o’clock, when they closed it due to lack of interest.

“Damn, I was just going to go,” Lindy said.

We had a large Courvoisier each and threw a coin for where we wood. I won and chose her room, because I wanted to smell her smells, see her clothes thrown away and maybe find panties from the night before to sniff while she was in the toilet.

Lindy was a bag of nerves as we sat down and watched TV.

I went to the bathroom and washed my dick, just in case. When I came back, she was sitting on the bed.

“I’ve never known chairs so uncomfortable,” she says, rubbing her lower back.

“Yes, mine also kills me,” I replied, sitting beside her, deliberately too close. Our thighs tightened together, we tried to make small discussions, but failed and I put my arm around it.

“Oh my God,” she said, almost with irritation. “I guess you’re going to kiss me now.”

“Not if you don’t want me to,” I replied.

“That’s the fucking problem,” she said. I do it and you know I do it. whore. Sorry, I tend to swear when I’m nervous.

“Don’t be nervous,” I said. “Just a little kiss.”

I wrapped her in my arms and gave her the biggest, dirtiest kiss I had ever given anyone. To my surprise, she joined enthusiastically. My hands were all over her, on her neck, clutching her breasts, stroking her back and sliding up to her thighs. At that point, she stopped me.

“I’ve never, ever done anything like that and I don’t know why I’m doing it now,” she said. Then her hand left mine alone, still halfway through her skirt, so I took the opportunity to drag it the rest of the way and feel it through her sensitive pants.

“Damn,” she says. “And what do you think you’re going to do?”

“I will kiss you again, feel you and undress you, lick you and fuck you,” said I, aware of the power of dirty speech and determined to push the door now that it was ajar.

“You bastard,” said she, “but not bitterly, as I unzipped her dress and slipped it over her shoulders. I kissed her bare shoulders and licked her neck and she shuddered. I couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. I unplugged her bra and threw her on to a chair, then leaned over and sucked her nipples, first left, then right.

Lindy was putty in my hands, having apparently said her piece and now being resigned to the inevitable, which she was both envy and dread.

“I want you to suck me,” I whispered in my ear.

“You bastard,” she repeated, unzipped and took out my erection.

“Isn’t it traditional to remove everything?” “We’re not teenagers, even though God knows we seem to be like this.” She got up and her dress hit the floor. She picked it up and placed it carefully on the back of a chair as she headed towards the light switch to plunge the room into darkness.

“It’s better,” she sighed as she went back to bed and sat next to me. I was now completely naked, but she was still wearing her panties.

Having not found her yesterday, I went down and Felt her under the pretext of making her squeak clitoris.

“You sniff me like a dog,” she says. Then semi-amused: “You’re so perverse.”

I grumpy my agreement before i ripped off her panties pretty rudely.

“Damn,” she says. “Don’t take care of me, will you?”

“Now you can suck my penis,” I said.

“Who said I’m going to suck your penis?”

“You’re going to suck me,” I said. “You want to suck me.”

“Oh I do, don’t I?”

“You wanted to suck my dick last night,” I said. “You didn’t have the guts.”

“What I didn’t have,” she began, “was… She couldn’t find the words. “What I had was decency.”

“And where did it go tonight?” I teased her.

“Tonight I was seduced,” she says. “It happens. And you bastard are pretty good at it.

I’m going to lick your, said I, who took the wind out of his sails.

“You… fuck …”

“Turn on your lap,” I ordered, and she did.

I gave her a huge, strong, wet lick up her crack and she moaned.

“You’re still a bastard,” she says.

Shut up and get your licked, I said. She soon relaxed and moved sensually as my tongue sent waves of pleasure through it.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” I asked with a simulated politeness.

“Get tae fock,” she protests, bowing to her childhood dialect. You’re going to fuck me face to face, your penis in my vagina.

“Oh, how chic,” I teased again.

“There’s nothing fancy about doing what you’re doingites,” she replied. “You’re depraved.”

“And you love it,” I said. “No one has ever done this to you before and you can’t believe you were going to spend your whole life not knowing how good it felt. That’s right, isn’t it?

“You talk a lot about someone who happens… What’s his name?


Rimming. Trust yourself to know the technical term.

“Would you do it to me?” I asked nicely.

“Will I Want To? “Are you going to make me?”

“I want you to do it,” I said with purpose.

“I don’t know how,” she says, playing for time, but sinking into the quicksand of helpless lust.

“It’s the easiest thing in the world,” I say.

“It’s also the most raust,” she replied. “If you hadn’t drunk me, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

And you would never know what it was like to have a man’s tongue up your. You would never …”

“Shut up for God’s sake,” she said. “Now lie on your back with your legs in the air.”

“I don’t like that position,” I objected.

“Well, it’s hard,” she says. “Because that’s what I want to do.”

I took the position and she licked my crotch and sucked my scrotum and finally took the plunge into central depravity.

“Yuck,” she said, but continued, and soon she was lost in an erotic delirium, her tongue in this terrible place and love her.

After a minute, I pulled her up, lay down on her and kissed her. She was reluctant at first, as novices in art often are, but gave in and kissed as she had when we started.

We were so into kissing, in fact, that we barely noticed when I slipped between her thighs and my cock dipped in her wet pussy drip.

“Oh my God,” she said, realizing that she had been penetrated. She wasn’t doing dirty things now just with someone she barely knew, but she had her dick in it and there was every chance that she would soon be filled with her cum. “Oh,” she continued. “Bloody hell.”

With this, she stuck a finger in my, which I interpreted as her urging on, as a jockey dig her heels into a horse.

This nervous, shy, introverted woman with sheltered life was like a wild horse herself, romp and grind and scream and kiss me as hard as she could.

“Shag me,” she implored. “Fucking shag me. Just “semen inside me,” and with this invitation, I threw my cum into it and ground my cock as far as I could into it.

Oh my God,” she said. “You’re so beautiful. You’re such a lovely guy.

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An innocent with central depravity