Eleanor of Penkhull Ch. 04

She giggled to herself as she slowly undressed. She'd been daydreaming about what she wanted to do to him all day. Just the thought of his hands caressing her skin caused tremors through her body, even though it was 83 degrees today. Slipping onto the bed, she felt herself heating up at the thought of her man's strong arms wrapping around her, his masculine scent permeating her nostrils and his heart-melting smile looking down at her. Her fingers lazily massaged her left nipple, already diamond hard from her naughty thoughts. The other hand slipping down between her legs, her fingers feeling the slickness of her arousal, the wetness literally dripping out of her. Closing her eyes, her hips already moving in time with her hand, her fingers rub her swollen pussy lips. Those fingers tracing their way up to her already puffy clit, and with a simple graze of it, a small orgasmic spasm shoots through her. With her eyes closed and her breathing becoming more ragged, she smells him b

Sundown in the town of Mogadishu, Somalia. With the darkness settling across the land, honest citizens retreated to their homes to await the return of the sun. The age-old metropolis has seen better days, but it has withstood everything from natural disasters to a brief American military invasion, and prior to that, multiple wars with neighboring Ethiopia and Italy, to name but a few. It is the town that Asha Elmi calls home, and she wouldn't trade it for the world. For three decades now, Asha has been the Xamuul Marwada or Sentinel Lady, a burden which she embraces with all of her might. Peace is seldom long-lasting in Somalia, or anywhere on the planet earth, really. For a time due to covid, the radical groups stopped with their attacks upon urban centers, giving metropolitan Somalis a false sense of security. Deep down inside, the Somali people knew that the peace would not last. They hoped that the radicals had grown tired of killing and become cowed by the global plague. The

Darla's Blindfold February roars violently from out of the west across the flat expanse of white fields surrounding the sprawling ranch home. Window panes rattle in their frames. The rattle reverberates at Darla Weston's ear. Sleet peppers white cold frosted glass. Fear follows the blow that shook the rafters over her head and beyond the wood and the glass the temperature continues to plummet. "David?" Darla calls out questioning. Darla's question asked softly is hardly a whimper above the storm brewing beyond the French doors that rattle a warning of the worst yet to come. In the basement beneath the master bedroom the furnace functions. Darla strains to listen around the machinery humming. The furnace cycles warmth from beneath her sanctuary in the master bedroom where Darla is held captive. Darla understands your position precarious. She fusses with the blue cord fresh from the cellophane wrapping though she knows not the color of her husband's current pe

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Licking and smacking her lips Celia announces it is shower time. "But babe you haven't come for yonks," exclaims Dave, "don't want you having to wait too long." "It's ok Dave, wait and see how we go." "Well all right but l want her pussy dripping and juicy." Celia leads the way to the communal bathroom, stepping aside so Dave can view the room. "Ah l see, wow," he remarks. "Lots of scope for play in here, nice." Before him is a large wet room, complete with jacuzzi, 3 showers not in cubicles, so anyone using them would be in plain sight to all. Close to the nozzles is a long narrow bench. In a glass fronted cabinet various sex toys are on show, in another cabinet are washing essentials, soap, shampoo etc. The walls and floor are mirrored with lighting arranged in such a way that all reflections can be clearly visible. "Jacuzzi or shower?" Celia stands by Dave, hands running up his inner thighs, lightly