"Her lustrous eyes looked up at me. I had never seen her so content. She was fingering her collar absently with one hand, the other was lightly tracin... the welts across her chest. They still looked angry."Good morning, my Love."I bent my head to her and kissed her softly. She gasped as if an electric shock went through her."Did Janey see what I, uh, what we did last night?"Sally nodded."Is she OK with it?"Sally's face clouded over, and she turned her head away from me as she answered."What was. " as he slowly and gently clutched my phone, I didnt resist. He started going through the pics one by one, mumbling "fuck" under his breath from time to time.Then came the blow job vid. His jaw dropped and he started asking what I did with her. I told him I would love to spit roast her with another guy. He looked at me and said "seriously?". I then told him I only wanted to spit roast her with him and that it was fantasy for the longest time.This got the ideas turning. Maybe a deal could be. There are no boring stories if someone can ask the right questions about how you felt. Did you enjoy it, and why. The emotions of each person are genuine and exciting. Share them. Let your inner voyeur and inner erotic feelings come out.No two people have the same experiences or feel exactly the same things. Stories don't need to be long, or use dirty words, or swear. They don't need raunch. People like to read about emotion, real emotion. If you don't know how to say it so it comes our. The sun kisses my legs and I stare at them, noticing how pale they are. I'll have to get to the beach one of these days. I look out the window towards the ocean, and get lost as I watch the waves play along the shore. Suddenly, my daze is broken by David's fingers tracing up my legs to my thighs and back down to my ankles. I look over at him as his fingers start to stroke just my thighs, and he grins wickedly at me. I smirk back and spread my legs slightly, allowing my dress to fall more to.