Woo-hoo! Days of fighting computers to get new stuff posted are over!

1 Dec 2005 -- Chilly night and I'm lying on the bed in my green flannel pajamas, having just reorganized a lot of my porn story printouts (those I haven't lent to Gus for reading on his trip). My back aches from leaning over piles of paper. I need someone to rub it. Hands pressing up and down the length of my back, sliding underneath the elastic of the pajamas -- kneading my buttocks. I arch my back to push up to his touch. With some cooperation from me, he's able to slide the pants off, down to the knees and then off one foot at a time. Some pillows shoved under my hips until I'm at a height where my knees don't have to bend much to put my crotch up against his. His fingertips slide down my damp valley and press my clit while I'm trying to get positioned for a smooth glide backwards onto his stiff cock. My pajama top has slid down to around my armpits and I can feel my tits sway with every thrust from him, even though his hands on my hips are trying to hold me still. It feels so deep when he fucks me this way.