Kaana

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A guttural moan escaped his mouth as he arched his back slightly and thrust into her face as Kaana reached down and pulled slightly on his balls before taking the slightly furry orbs into her hand and massaging them gently. Ken held her head in place and for the first time she didn't mind the taste as his throbbing cock deposited its warm load, it was a bit salty but not unpleasant and it still carried the taste of her own juices, its smooth sticky texture coated her tongue and the inside of her mouth rolling down her throat like syrup. She moved her hand up and down his shaft coaxing every drop out of him and he brought his hands down to cover hers, guiding the speed with which she moved. Swallowing every drop flawlessly, she pulled off of him with a slight pop and wiped the corners of her mouth with her thumb and forefinger before settling back at the foot of the bed, her ass resting on her feet.

He opened his eyes and looked at her appraisingly before embracing her. Silently they stood and gathered their clothes. She turned her back to him to get dressed, hoping this wasn't a one time thing, that nothing was lost between them. She got her answer when she straightened up, tucking her blouse back into her skirt and his hands wrapped around her waist.

" I can't do anything about your position here, but I have been looking for a personal assistant to help me with some things outside of work...are you interested?" With a teasing smile she turned and looked into his eyes, "It depends on what kind of benefits you are offering."

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 2 years ago

Hard to believe that you are posting your first story. Loved every bit of it.. keep going..

AnonymousAnonymousabout 4 years ago

Black women corrupted me.Now I willfully and obediently stick my tongue as far up there gorgeous asses as far as it will go.

AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
It was going well, but

Some people just want sex in stories, but many want a plot that makes sense on some level. I think you have good potential, but it was too much sex too fast and at the wrong time. Yes, this is fantasy, but I'm guessing that your aim is probably to write well too.

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Anyway, if you haven't already, write a brief outline so that you know where your story is going. If you don't write an outline, at some point you will write yourself into a corner and won't know how to get out, or you'll make errors that show you lost track of the plot resulting in inconsistencies.

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Read up on punctuation ( I still make errors, but I'm getting better). Learn to break up long paragraphs and proof read, proof read, proof read. Those things will be a great help with the flow of your story. I hate editing, but it's part of the process unless you want someone else to do it. I grit my teeth through it because I don't want anyone else messing with my fragile babies. LOL.

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At least you've taken the plunge and posted, I haven't. Keep at it. I look forward to seeing where this story goes. :-)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago

I don't know anyone male or f/male who would want to have sex with a person after being told by that person "you're fired."

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago
awesome

job i loved it

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