just minishorts.

After he came, I was immensely satiated (but wanted more), and he came down from above me, eyes boring into my eyes, and making me reach out down, to tug at him a bit.

'Oomph,' he gasped, and a look of grimace swept across his handsome features.

I was puzzled. Before, a while ago, we were high, we were high, we were high, and he kept on wanting me to make him come, and now? He was just a dangling bit of raisin.

'Eh? Why so soft one?'

You see, I wasn't really educated about the after-sex-cannot-continue-so-fast-one. I tugged at him again.

'Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop…' Mark gasped, his fingers going down frantically and pulling mine away.

'Why? You don't like it?'
'Dear, cannot keep on doing one. You will dry me out.'
'Oh.'

He kissed me. Oh damn! I wanted to play some more. I told him that:

'But I want to play again.'

'Tomorrow lah.'
'Tomorrow will be okay already?'
'Should be. When I come again. Come again. I have to go soon, your mother might call anytime.'
'I know. Stay a bit lah. I wanna play some more.'
'Cannot.'
'I want to play.'

Then he said, 'Dear, if you finish the rope you promised to weave, I promise you, you can play with me many many times, but for now, if you play with me some more, I will not have the energy to climb down the tower, you understand or not?'

He passed me my nightie, and put it on for me. His fingers lingered over my skin, pinched me, and he bent over to suck on my neck. Me, I gasped and shuddered in pleasure.

Then he sat up again, and put on his own clothes. I smiled at him, and stared at his cutesy little shrunken twanger. Looked a lot like a raisin, I tell you, but when HUGE. Boy, HUGE. When he was ready, he gave me a warm embrace, and said that it was time for him to go.

I let down my long hair, said a reluctant goodbye to him, and looked at him climbing down the tower.

Anyway.

What he told me, gave me full motivation to continue with the weaving of the rope, to get away from the tower to be with him, the soonest possible.

Isn't it wonderful how lust love can drive a person to perform miracles? I'm living proof.

Previously on Rapunzel Speaks:
RS 1 RS 2 RS 3 RS 4 RS 5 RS 6 RS 7 RS 8

Rapunzel shares her lovemaking tips:
RS 9: How to do it right #1
RS 10: How to do it right #2
RS 11: How to do it right #3

And then later,
RS 12: So much for the popped cherry
RS 13: When he cometh, I quoted Shakespeare