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Ironing in the Kinks
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By Sue
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We've come home from the Caribbean after a week of great sexual explorations
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that help us to discover the intense erotic needs that we both have hidden
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away too long. You had to go back to work today, but I have one more day off.
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So I'm unpacking my suitcase, and I come across the satin panties that I was
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wearing that dark night a week ago. They haven't been washed, and I know that
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they carry the scent of my excitement. Just thinking about it gets my juices
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flowing, but I keep myself from reaching down to touch myself. All I'm
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wearing is a long nightgown... nothing else. I'm enjoying teasing myself with
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just these shivering thoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over my
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nipples.
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Now I've just finished doing the laundry left over from the trip. It has
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evoked so many sexy memories of all the crazy things we did last week. Each
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piece of clothing I touch is whispering secret stories into my ears. My whole
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body is getting charged up and alive.
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Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out the ironing board. And that's
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when I hear a knock on the door to my apartment. It's you! A computer
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failure at the office gave you the rest of the day off. And right away, you
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can tell from the look in my eyes what it is that I have in mind. As if I
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wasn't obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. I can almost hear your mind
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churning; you're looking around the apartment looking for a prop to use for a
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new sexual adventure. Whatever it is, I know that it will be good.
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Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do you have in mind, I wonder.
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You turn me around and gently guide me over to the narrow end of the board. I
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hear you pull down the zipper of your trousers, and then the rustle of your
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pants dropping to the floor. Then you reach around me to pull off the ironing
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board cover, leaving only the vinyl protector. Grasping the gown at my waist,
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you inch the material upward gradually until I feel the room air on my rear
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and on my cunt hair, which is soaking wet. It feels so cool; it makes me
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shiver. I can't help but clench the muscles of my cunt, which squeezes out
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more of my vaginal fluid. Your hands rise up my sides, knuckles bumping along
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my ribs, lightly tickling, bringing a giggle to my lips. As your hands reach
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my armpits, I raise my arms, and you lift the nightgown all the way up and
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off. I leave my arms straight up in the air, and you toss the gown aside and
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cup my breasts, gently pumping , fingers straddling my nipples You push me
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forwards with your hips... actually, it is your semi-hard cock that probes at
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my ass and pushes me forward. The blunt end of the ironing board bumps into
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my cunt, and I can't help but to push my mons against the cool vinyl. Even
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through my thick labia, I can feel the pressure against my enclosed clitoris.
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Mmmmm.
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You step back from me and I turn my head to watch you strip off your clothes.
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I'm sure I know what's coming. You are going to bend me forward and plunge
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your cock into my cunt. I'm picturing it and anticipating it, wondering if
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you are going to tease me by slowly going in, a quarter inch at a time, or
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are you going to push into me all in one stroke? I know that I'm wet enough
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for you to do that easily if I concentrate on loosening all my cunt muscles.
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I slowly wiggle and shimmy my ass at you, and wink with my eye. If you could
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see my crotch right now, you would probably see it winking, too.
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But instead of accepting my wanton invitation, you start walking away across
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the room. What do you have in mind? Into the dining room you go, and then you
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come back with a couple of dining chairs. You place one just beside my right
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foot, and one beside the left. What on earth!! On your instructions, I step
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on to the chairs, with my legs spread. Then you step up behind me and lay
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your cock straight out onto the tip of the ironing board, which is at the
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perfect height. I can look straight down between my breasts and below my
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sparse and matted cunt hair to see your cock, which is drooling onto the
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vinyl. That is all I can see of you without turning around. Your hands grab
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my waist and gently pull me down, and down. I lean forward and grip the sides
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of the board, and then settle down the last few inches so that my cunt opens
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wide and my labia part around the length of your shaft. I now can see only
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the head of your cock. Your hands come up to my breasts and tweak my nipples,
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and I can't stop myself any longer. I quickly discover that I can move
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forward and back and rub my clit over the length of your cock. Your precome
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is mixing with my flowing juices, and there is plenty of lubrication. My
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labia are literally swallowing your cock, licking the sides like dual
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tongues. And best of all for me is the feeling that I get as my clit pops
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over the raised edge of the crown of your cock. Its like you were licking me
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and I were licking you at the same time.
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I'm glad that I bought this heavily-built ironing board, because I'm really
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starting to rock back and forth faster and harder. I can hear your
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encouraging whispers and grunts, and I'm gasping and panting too. My long
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blond hair hangs straight down and I start whipping it around as my head
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dances. You remain perfectly still as I caress your cock. I don't know how
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you have the discipline. My own body is thrashing and pistoning with no way
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that I can control it. I'm going to have my orgasm now, and you can sense it,
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I'm sure, since you tell me that you too are about to come.
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And there it is. I stop pistoning and start vibrating and squeezing my thighs
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together rhythmically. Looking down between my breasts, as my eyelids
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flutter, I can see the jets of your come spurting forward along the ironing
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board. Fireworks are going off in my head, and more of my juices are flowing
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down onto your cock. I loose my ability to stand on my legs and fall forward
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onto the ironing board and your pools of come. I'm so exhausted and
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satisfied. It's too much for me, and I loose consciousness, falling into a
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sleep that I know will be as filled with erotic dreams as my cunt will be
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filled with your rejuvenated cock later today. I hope your post-orgasmic nap
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is as sweet as mine.
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