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The wind howled outside, frigid, and uninviting. The living room smelled of roasted chestnuts and hits of Jack Daniels. The party had been a success. All of the neighbors enjoyed the white elephant game and innocent chicanery of mild jokes and memes. There were half empty wine glasses and a few pieces of chocolate bark still lingering on the bar. The lights of the tree flickered, as did the reflection of the light from the fireplace. The crackle of the wood was iconic in all its aspects.
I smiled and sighed, when I noticed my neighbor, a rather well-endowed woman, sitting on the couch, holding her phone, with a grin across her face. I could also tell, by her rosy red cheeks, she had indulged in the egg nogg, which was certainly not the innocent drink one might think of.
She smiled devilishly at me, “Either you are not as shy as you pretend, or you are not good at hiding your dark side.”
I looked at her, perplexed, “Well Miss Grace, I do believe you have me at a disadvantage. Was their something you wanted to ask me about?”
She shifted in her seat, “You see, I was not getting very good signal in your house, and I am guessing it has something to do with that theater upstairs, so I looked on your open computer at the WIFI name, and it says ‘DarthSuckler.’ Now, wondering if that was a character from Star Wars or the like, I entered DarthSuckler, and what to my wondering eyes should appear several website profiles, which at first made me mad, but then after reading, got me extremely curious.”
She sat back as she watched me sit next to her. “Keep going, leave no stone unturned…”
She bit her lower lip and began to tap her phone with her fingernail, “It seems you have a rather unusual fetish called ANR. But it is also extremely passionate and a bit thrilling. And, in my jolly state, I was wondering if you might…well. There is no way to put in gently so….”
I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and unclasp the front of her bra, and her beautiful chocolate breasts were displayed before me, as if there were staring at me with full intent.
As I knelt to her, I smiled, “It would be my pleasure.”
I crawled between her legs, as her hand closed behind my head and welcomed me. As I leaned in, I opened my lips and extended tongue, as my hands wrapped around her middle, and latched onto her right breast. “Oh….,”she exclaimed, as her entire body relaxed and sand further into the couch. I could feel the peace and serenity overtake her as I softly continued the suckle. In the background, I could hear the sounds of soft Christmas music from the stereo and the crackling of the fire.
In time, she moved my mouth to the left breast. Once again, that new feeling and sensation over took her, only this time she shuttered as goosebumps ran up and down her body. “This is…you… It’s not…Wow!” She tried, but the words just failed her. I knew what she meant. It was as much of a massage and relaxing as it was stimulating. As she slipped into euphoria, that wonderful feeling of being inside job, every muscle in her body relaxed and not a care in the work could be found in her head. All of her troubles were paused, and only the sounds of the room and my lips upon her breasts were of any thought. I internally smiled as I continued to suckle for her. More time passed as she completely gave into the increasing euphoria of the moment and entered into a twilight state. She was neither asleep nor awake. Internally she was lavishing upon herself the experience she was going through. It was both as calming as it was exciting.
Soon the last log of the fire had expelled all its energy. We had moved onto the couch tighter, laying side by side, with my lips suckling away as she wrapped up in a deep snuggle with me. She kissed my head, “If more men gave this kind of pampering to women….I…well…This is just unexpected.”
Again, I smiled internally, enjoying how much she was enjoying herself.
I could tell she was reaching the end of her euphoria. She reached down and picked up her phone.
“It has been two hours!!!”
I stopped my suckle and sat beside her. I felt guilty. “I am sorry, I just got lost in the moment.”
She looked at me, “Can we continue in the bedroom”
“Is your mouth getting tired?”
I smiled, “No, ANR is my life. My jaw muscles are well trained for very long sessions.”
She smiled at me, “Good…because something else on me needs some long suckles.”
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