Erotica: Easy Rider
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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he walked to the balconies edge and looked over, looking straight down. He seemed to be standing on a cliff in the wilderness, seeing a kingdom and a river, which had not been seen before. He could make it hiss every inch of the territory, which stretched beneath him and around him now and unconsciously. He began whistling a tune, and his foot moved to the pedal of his drum. He put his drink down carefully on the balcony floor and to be the rift with his fingers on the stone parapet. You never answered my question. What he turned to face Liana, who held her drink cupped in both her hands and whose brow was now quizzically lifted over her despairing eyes and her sweet smile. You never answered mine. Yes, I did. She sounded more plaintiff than ever. I said I wanted it all. He took her drink from her and drink half of it, then gave the glass back, moving into the darkest part of the balcony. Well, then, he whispered, Come and get it. She came toward him, holding her glass against her breasts at the very last moment. Standing directly before him, she whispered in bafflement and reach. What are you trying to do to me, honey? He answered. I'm doing it. And he pulled her to him as roughly as he could. He had expected her to resist. And she did, holding the glass between them and frantically trying to pull her body away from his body's touch. He knocked the glass out of her hand and it fell Dolly to the balcony floor, rolling away from them. Go ahead, he thought humorously. If I was to let you go now you would be so hung up. You go flying over this balcony. Most likely, he whispered, Go ahead and fight. I like it. Is this the way they do down home? Okay, she murmured and began to cry. At the same time, she ceased struggling, her hands came up and touched his face as though she were blind. Then she put her arms around his neck and clung to him, still shaking his lips and his teeth touched her ears in her neck. And he told her, Honey, you ain't got nothing to cry about yet. Yes, he was high. Everything he did, he watched himself doing and he began to feel a tenderness for Leonia, which he had not expected to feel. He tried with himself to make amends for what he was doing to her, everything seemed to take a very long time. He got hung up on her breasts, standing out like mounds of yellow cream and the tough, brown tasting nipples, playing and nuzzling and nibbling. While she moaned and whimpered and her knees sagged, he gently lowered them to the floor, pulling her on top of him. He held her tightly at the hip, and the shoulder part of him was worried about the host in the hostess and the other people in the room. But another part of him could not stop the crazy thing, which had to be gone, and his hands pushed up her skirt and the caressed the inside of her thighs. Then, after a long high time, how she shook beneath every accelerating tremor off her body, he forced her beneath him, and he entered her. For a moment, he thought she was going to scream. She was so tight and caught her breath so sharply and stiffened so. But then she moaned. She moved beneath, then from the center of his rising storm, very slowly and deliberately, he began the slow ride. Oh,