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Kink of the Week: Pull Over
I had only been home from work just a few brief hours when he texted me. He wanted to know if I was home. I texted back that I was. He wanted to see me. I agreed. I’m just going to be casually cute. He didn’t live far from me and would be here momentarily. Black leggings with a matching off-the-shoulder sweatshirt over a fitted t-shirt. My black high-top Nikes. A perfume spritz. Hair in a high ponytail. A little bronzer on my face with some lipgloss and I’m walking out of my apartment at the same time he is texting me that he is downstairs.
He gets out of the car to open the door for me. I love when he does that. I kiss him on the lips as I hop into my side of the car. As he slides in behind the wheel, I ask where we will go.
“Let’s just go for a drive,” he replies smoothly.
It’s simple but perfect. He opens the rooftop window to let the fresh warm evening summer air envelop the car. He holds my hand and occasionally kisses it while he drives. We drive in silence and smile at each other intermittently. It isn’t long before we pull into a parking lot.
Almost immediately we start making out. He pulls me in closer to him, as I hold his face in my hand. Our tongues dance and swirl around each other, as we periodically softly suck on each other’s lips. He turns my face and softly licks my ear. I giggle. I’m so ticklish, I…
