Shonnie The Biker’s Wife, Pt VI: Vegas’ ‘Soft Porn’, or ‘Blue Motel Room’

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Shonnie Saga Continues (Unsuitable for minors and miners: Adult Content)

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She dropped her robe and lay back on the bed. I had to pause a moment and fill my eyes. Her petite body was perfection. She was very light-skinned (not my usual ‘type’—truly I have always been a ‘brunette-with-a-tan’ man; never had any luck with blonds at all, but Shonnie was a different kind of blond.

The sun was setting outside the huge hotel window and cast a slight shadow over her. Her hair was still semi-damp and fell down perfectly over her breasts, slightly curling up at the ends. Her right leg was seductively raised up, bent at her knee and turned slightly to the side, thus denying me any direct look at my lustfully desired target.

A better scripted scene could not have been created by even Howard Hawks. (Thinking ‘To Have and Have Not’ here—Bogie an’ Bacall). I continued to draw the scene into my mind, hoping to meld it permanently with my memory cells. Joni began singing “Blue Motel Room” on the boom box.

“You window shoppin’, or are you coming into the store?”

“Into the store,” I said, “I have spied something interesting enough to draw me in.” I knelt down at the foot of the bed, picked up her right leg and kissed the underside of her foot, then took her big toe into my mouth for a moment or two. I began working my way up her calf to the inside of her thighs, ever so slowly back and forth, ‘thigh to thigh’, I suppose you could say. At this point she was beginning to writhe a bit. I proceeded north and just as ‘Blue Motel Room’ ended, I began.

Tantalizingly slowly at first, then faster and faster, then slowly again… occasionally gently sucking her clitoris, alternating with circular tongue motions, also mixed in with rapid back and forth tongue movements.

While Joni sang ‘Song for Sharon’, a rather longish song, I brought Shonnie, by my count, to three or four climaxes. (But what do I know? Well, I WAS THERE, after all, and I felt her contractions in my mouth.)

I was about to lose it myself so I threw my back down beside her, pulling her on top of me. Grasping that so fine little firm ass of hers, I pulled her on top of me. She straddled me sitting full upright and as I kept my hands on her hips, she fucked me with what could almost be described as pure violence.

Embarrassed to report, but about twenty seconds after I entered her, I was spent. She didn’t complain though, as she rolled off of me and lay on her back, both of us panting, sweating, but completely and blissfully sated (and spent)

As Joni began singing ‘Refuge Of The Roads’, Shonnie said, “Reach me a cig, will ya Baby?” (First time she had called me ‘Baby’. I kind of liked the sound of it. I lit two Marlboros at once, Movie Style, handed one to her, and we lay back, smoking and began (between giggles) a smoke ring competition. (I lost.)

Cigarettes dispatched, Joni run out, silence now, Shonnie once again broached the subject,

“Are you ever gonna show me this town?”

“Yes, I am. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

Vid Credit: 

JoniJourney

To Be Continued… Here

“Will you still love me? When I get back to town?”

30 thoughts on “Shonnie The Biker’s Wife, Pt VI: Vegas’ ‘Soft Porn’, or ‘Blue Motel Room’”

  3. Why the FUCK Is My Key-Bored Always FUCKED? (And I Can Never Figger Out To PLUG IT IN???)

  5. Actually with just a little practice, they are quite easy to produce. Of course it helps a lot if you’re a smoker…
    Thanks very much for your visit.

  6. I thought smoke rings was something they only did in cartoons? I almost want to take up smoking to see if it can be done in real life!

  9. It was, yes, one of those ‘wow’ moments.
    😉
    Thanks for reading and for the great comment.
    Wow!
    Cheers,
    Lance

  13. Haha! You know, wh@t happens in Vegas… Well, you know.
    Thanks Annie for reading my ‘Blue’ Hotel Room.
    Cheers,
    -Lance

  16. Really?
    Money?
    Cash money?
    Hahaha!
    And I spent all that time reading an’ watching ‘Macbeth’
    And trying to emulate Shakespeare and Marlowe…

    Sadie,
    You always make me smile!
    My Friend!
    🙂

  21. Lance – I haven’t even read it yet – in the middle of 3 diff things BUT def reading before I go to bed tonight. Just had to tell you when I checked my email & saw the new installment I was all frickin excited dancing in my chair & chanting yay yay yay!!! I have absolutely loved this series of stories. GREAT job in the writing & the execution, keeping us all waiting with bated breath for your nest chapter!!! 🙂

  22. My weakest point is, alas, understanding things. But I’m a-hang around just the same because fading away is something I ain’t mastered yet, either.

    Keep ’em coming, my friend!

  24. Happily enuff, It is coming.
    After the bliss what was the bliss, that was, Las Vegas.
    For us.
    (You see? I have to build the bliss, before the remiss.)
    Shorely, Certainly, (Shirley?) you, of all people, understand.
    The unrequited bliss.

  27. Most assuredly, the pants.
    Loosen ’em up a mite.
    Then you will be fine.
    With wine.
    And thanks for reading.
    (Don’t tell anyone I used to be a pervert.)
    Please!

  29. Lee, I thought you had banished me due to my Socialist Lean.
    So glad ya didn’t.
    Thanks my old good friend!
    Keep reading.
    It does get ‘weirder’

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