Open Legs 소설 & 이야기

Callie The kitchen felt too big for just the two of us or maybe it was just that he was standing so still, leaning against the counter like he belonged there. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound between us. His eyes lifted to meet mine and just like that, a whole day of distance, the cold avoidance, the deliberate sidestepping, snapped I had told myself I wasn’t going to start this but standing here in the middle of the night, barefoot, wearing an oversized pajama top and nothing else but shorts he couldn’t see under the hem, I forgot that decision.

“On your toes and don’t close your legs.” I could imagine how I must look to him in this position. Bent down with my legs apart and inching up on my toes which will open me up and present me to him in an obscene way. In a way, there could be nothing hidden from him. He could probably see the dampness between my pussy lips as I felt cool air brush my insides.

It's coming, the tingling that leads to an explosion. “Open your legs,” he whispered, “the tip of the spear” thumping against the outside of my thigh. The thought of it made me groan louder than ever. I don't know what's going on with me anymore. Just know that I need to open my legs. “More broadly,” he whispers and I do.

He was sitting on a pile of yellow straw, leaning back against a wooden post. Greg was wearing loose, baggy cotton shorts. They were old and thin, almost like boxers. He sat with his legs spread wide, trying to catch a breeze. He didn't realize that the wide leg of his shorts was gaping open. Every time he shifted, his heavy, thick length was visible, hanging carelessly in the shadows of the fabric.

I slightly opened my eyes and he's not wearing anything on top. He really has this great body.

“Wеll аѕ muсh аѕ I lоvе thеѕе, thеу hаvе tо go.” I lіftеd mу hips as the lасу thong wаѕ dragged lіghtlу dоwn mу lеgѕ. I lеt mу lеgѕ fаll open, аnd hіѕ еуеѕ widened tаkіng mе аll іn. “Sеrіоuѕlу, I’m аbоut tо blow.”

Fireflies flying rhythmically in the dark and bright night, burning fire in an open space, drums beating with bodies swaying to the left and right as if possessed by a spirit. A man was spotted sitting at a corner with his eyes closed, arms wide open and legs crossed on a thick animal skin.

“Just like old times and hook up with hot men.” “Yes. I mean if Zephan can cheat so can I right?” I tucked my hair behind my hair, squinting my eyes as the light summer breeze hit my face. “Well, now that it’s an open marriage, it’s actually not cheating.” “Oh hush,” I waved off her comment. “It’s still the same thing.” Lennie rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.” Just then, Ethan came towards us with as many sticks and pebbles his hands could carry and Lennie started telling him something about dropping them and getting his hands dirty.

I was about to whine when Uncle David suddenly held my legs with both hands and pulled me to the edge of the bed. ‎He went on his knees and spread my legs so wide. ‎"Spread your legs wider and hold them with your hands," David commanded. ‎I did just that as I widened my legs apart and held them wide open with my two arms under each of my knees. I felt more open and exposed to Mr David, and the bright light that was shining from above the room didn't help matters.