{"id":1079,"date":"2012-10-16T19:25:49","date_gmt":"2012-10-17T02:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/?p=1079"},"modified":"2012-10-16T19:25:49","modified_gmt":"2012-10-17T02:25:49","slug":"the-laundry-room-silence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/2012\/the-laundry-room-silence\/","title":{"rendered":"The Laundry Room Silence"},"content":{"rendered":"

(The following little tidbit has been brought to you by…well, I’m sure you can figure it out.)<\/p>\n

We sat at his kitchen table, the clock nearing 11AM. He was buzzing with radiant energy; glowing even. I could feel my jeans touching every inch of my skin. Never had I been so aware of touch or the way each wrinkle of fabric felt against my leg; tight yet fluid.<\/p>\n

I had just given him his first threesome. Well, I did along with my best friend. It was our second, we were seasoned pros at this point–naturally. It was everything a 22 year old man could want.<\/p>\n

He was rambling, thoughts racing and he couldn’t sit still. I just sat with my knees to my chest, tracing the grooves in his tiled kitchen table waiting for him to slow down.<\/p>\n

“We have to do it again. Every weekend. I’ll feed you both tequila and we’ll go to Adam and Eve<\/a> and get whatever you want. It was amazing, wonderful…”<\/p>\n

I stopped him, “Wait. Anything we want?’<\/p>\n

He nodded and continued rambling.<\/p>\n

I looked up at him, my fingers trailing along the grout, “make sure it’s gold tequila.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.”<\/p>\n

I had the power now. A sexual relationship that was once so easily controlled by him was now in my hands. I was overwhelmed by the idea, but simultaneously too tired to care. And his rambling was boring me. He was frantic and I was sick of it. My best friend had made the wise decision to leave early and actually make something of her Saturday. I stuck around to nurse my hang over and try to piece this man back together–bring him back down to reality.<\/p>\n

His roommates and their girlfriends were off in the living room paying us no attention. I was simply the girl who came over and slept with their roommate; I was rarely addressed and I was fine with it. I noticed the laundry room door was open and I could hear one lone pair of jeans tumbling inside of the dryer. I wanted him to stop talking and I wanted to enjoy myself before I, too, started my Saturday.<\/p>\n

I quickly grabbed his hand and told him to be quiet. Yet even in his silence, I could still hear his mind going as he followed behind me. We walked into the laundry room and left the door open. I dropped to my knees beside the dryer and said, “Shorts. Off. Now.” He had no words. Finally, some peace and quiet.<\/p>\n

His shorts fell to the floor and I noticed that he was already ready. I thanked him for being so attentive and took him deeply and quickly. The adjustment and immediate change caused him to shutter and he began to lean heavily into the dryer. I got to work.<\/p>\n

I twisted my mouth and turned my wrist in a rhythmic motion, in tandem with my constant mouth. Flashes from the night before flooded my brain–she on his face, while I rode him. It inspired me to speed up. I skillfully worked every inch of him. A sweeping tongue, a softened grip all working harder now. It wouldn’t be long. I could see his abs twitching, his tell tail sign. I opened my throat and swallowed hard as he emptied himself into me. His one hand on my shoulder, gripping tightly and the other bracing his body on the dryer.<\/p>\n

I looked up at him and winked and he looked spent. And still no words.<\/p>\n

I collected myself, stood up and walked out of the laundry room just as one of the girlfriends was walking by. I smiled at her. She, too, had no words. I was fine with it, I was just the girl who came over and blew their roommate in the laundry room.<\/p>\n

I had a very productive Saturday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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