Erotica Ferenginar - Part I by Guinevere Brownell. The Tale of - TopicsExpress



          

Erotica Ferenginar - Part I by Guinevere Brownell. The Tale of Kep The rain beat down on the roof of the vast house on Ferenginar. It was a wetter than usual night and Keps massive ears twitched and burned in anticipation. He wondered how much gold pressed latinum his friend Quark would bet against him if hed known his evening plans. He moaned with anticipation as footsteps came closer to the adjoining dressing rooms door. Soon... soon... His ears grew heated and pulsed with anticipation. She stumbled awkwardly through the door, shyly smiling. She was clothed in a simple blue dress. His ears throbbed expectantly. . That will be ten slips of gold pressed latinum. She whispered as she stepped closer, her voice throaty. Frantically he counted out the slips, passing them to her. Ten slips. She repeated, her voice dripping with sensuality. He had known she would realise hed attempted to short her by one strip. His lobes tingled with joy. She came closer and he lay back on the recliner with her beside him. He felt her hands gently caress his body and realised she had stolen the small amount of gold pressed latinum in his left pocket. He sighed with bliss as she moved up his body. She couldnt know that hed planned ahead. Finally her skilled hands reached his lobes and his back arched and shivers went down his spine. Ooma! His ears pulsed with sheer delight. He realised shed managed to uplift the strip of gold pressed latinum from his right pocket but did not care. Her hands gently caressed his lobes and he fell into a state of sheer bliss. “Ooooma!!!” He cried. He moistened with joy as her fingers snaked down his curvaceous lobes. She brought him to the point of bursting forth in his nether regions and whispered, “That will be ten strips of gold pressed latinum.” He motioned to a small bag nearby. “Thanks.” Her voice oozed into his eardrums as the pace she stroked his ears quickened. Kep was on fire, His lobes burned, his gentlemanly pride began to grow in his trousers. He gently maneuvered his proud derriere out. She lay on top of him, whispering sweet things into his ears. She rubbed her bountiful groin against his. He moaned with pleasure. His eyes closed and wave after wave of joy travelled through his ears. Again he cried, “Oooooma!!!” He felt himself moving, swaying back and forth as he climaxed, ears shivering with utter pleasure. He breathed deeply and sighed with enjoyment. “Oooma!” She whispered, “That will be three slabs of gold pressed latinum.” From deep inside his jacket he removed three slabs and passed them to her. She rubbed something aromatic on his ears. He sniffed deeply. “Beetles!” He inhaled the beautiful fragrance. Her lips caressed his lobes and he sighed deeply again, inhaling more of the scent. She pressed her lips gently all over his head. Moistened with the saliva of 1000 beetles. He knew that smell - it was high priced perfume. He had a single bottle of it locked away in a safe place. He smiled with pleasure - she was worth the price he was paying. The rain had eased off outside and her voice oozed seductively into his ears. “More?” “Yes! More!” He felt fabric move across his partially bare chest. She was gently moving her blue dress aside, he realised. With excitement in his loins, he realised she was adding another layer. Oh the joy! A female wearing clothes! It was nearly beyond his imagination. All females went naked on Ferenginar. She massaged beetle oil into his ears and he almost cried out with joy. The pleasure was so intense that it almost felt painful. Every nerve ending tingled. He could feel her wiping oil on his body. She stroked faster and faster, and his ears burned with pleasure. “Ooooooooooooomaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” He cried!!!! And then the moment was gone and he was dropping to the ground. He landed in a puddle and opened his eyes and saw the grey sky above. She stood over him, clutching a box. In it he knew were 1000 bars of gold pressed latinum. Then he knew. She had scammed him. The con artist had been conned. He was destitute. But you know what? He didn’t care..
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 10:31:46 +0000

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