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Click hereI snugged the tennis panties back up and went to the bed. I stood and looked carefully through my clothes one more time--I couldn't believe I'd forgotten a swimsuit! Finally I put everything back in the suitcase, closed the lid and clasps, put the case on a nearby chair, and threw myself down on the bed.
I buried my head under the pillow. Still, the room was bright and airy, and the harsh afternoon light came through, around the edges of my pillow, and through my tightly squeezed eyelids. Again, I felt the shame and emotion growing as I squirmed on the bed, remembering. And, I started to cry. I was thinking about Uncle Ronny, about being bent over his knee, him spanking and scolding me, his whispering about me and knowing about me, smacking my bottom. My face felt so hot, I was so ashamed, and I cried into that pillow, feeling sorry for myself.
I hugged the pillow and cried, and rolled back and forth on the bed, with the light shining through the curtains, feeling hot and ashamed, and I realized I was again very erect.
My penis was straight up, the knob swollen and pushing at the waistband of the panties, and throbbing, in fact.
I turned to lie on my back, and I stroked it lightly through the nylon, running my fingers down and up and feeling it throb. I lifted my hips and grasped the waistband and pushed my tennis bloomers down to my knees, and took my penis into my left hand, softly stroking it.
- COMMENTS
A brilliant and evocative story. And one where you manage to draw together several sometimes-niche kinks, into a single well woven, stimulating and credible tale. #
It almost tempts me to postpone a certain engagement we have planned, but your poor, deprived readers might object to such a lax approach to bringing you back to your escritoire swiftly.
Wow, I was captivated. Your words are very descriptive, writing about Jamey's feelings of reluctance, shame and humiliation by his authoritative "uncle." I would have very similar thoughts and feelings being exposed to such a situation. It's also the beginning of a very hot story!
Thoroughly enjoyed it! Perfect description of the interplay between pansy nephew and uncle. I could feel how he felt.
A very stimulating rendition of two who need each other to complete their intended destiny.
It reads even better the second time. I’m all for the slow build. I could read a second part that moved at he same pace. Hope it does. I like those long sentences especially when you follow one with a shorter sentence. I think you have a dbl negative in there somewhere. ‘… it was nothing that I never had.’
But who cares. What am I, a grammarian? More of a geranium.
Excellent, I love the slow build. So sexy and intense. I really hope there's a part two.
I haven’t read your other series but sure will now. It should keep me busy while we all wait for more of Jamie and Uncle Ron. I really enjoyed your pacing. I think it’s your delicious handling of shame and desire (as anon puts it) and the prolonged tease. It would prolly flop if your writing wasn’t so good. Yes please continue this one.
Missy, Rachel, Justy, Anonymice, thank you. It may take a while, but your encouragement will help motivate another chapter! I haven't started yet, but I think things might develop at an...increased pace in CH. 02.
Lana
You've really captured the uncomfortable zone that resides at the crossroads of shame and desire. Please continue.