A Tall Erotic Tail
Filed Under Incest
I’m traveling around the country visiting friends
and when I get to an old friends town. He graciouly invites
me to stay at his house. After an evening of drinking wine
and talking about old times. Leaving us both buzzed and
happy by the time we call it a night. I go to the bathroom and
when I come out he is standing in the hall. I smile. Goodnight,
I say. Goodnight, he says but neither of us moves and the
distance between us feels silly.
I think, there is no reason for this awkwardness.
So I say, Okay, one more time. Goodnight and I smile and step
closer to him and we hug. A tentative hug, but then we wrap
our arms around each other a little tighter.
I had fun tonight, he says. We make small talk, make little
jokes. My face is buried in his neck and my eyes are shut tight.
I run my hands down his back. He does the
same and pulls me in closer and I can feel that he is really
glad to see me.
We were trying to pretend it was just a platonic goodnight
hug but we can’t anymore and as we both moan, he grabs
my shoulders and presses me against the wall. Squeezing
my
hands and kissing my face, my neck. I tilt my head back and
whisper, oh yes.
He yanks my shirt above my breasts, squeezing them, kisses
and nibbles them. Then he tugs my shorts and panties down
to my ankles. I kick one leg free and he runs his hands up my
calves and thighs. After that the rest was a drunk on passion
blur.
Except for that part were he seemed to be nailing me to the
wall. As I feel myself sinking into the plaster, feel the
wall crumbling behind me. With each thrust I sink deeper
and deeper.
And that’s where his girlfriend finds me the next day
— embedded in the wall, spread-eagled, shorts and underpants
dangling around one ankle, shirt pushed up under my chin.
I’m protruding from the wall like some hideous x rated
bas relief.
What do you think? he asks her.
A bit extreme, but very life like she says and runs her hands
over my face, breasts, belly. I like it. Not your usual taste
though!
I got it for you. He smile’s at her. I was thinking of
you when I hung it here last night.
