The Namesake

Given how much I long for Lady Murasaki, and the fact that I haven’t made love to her for an awfully long time, I had to do the next best thing. I found her namesake. The similarities don’t end there though. Fake Lady Murasaki (FLM) is slim and slender like the original, has a furry pussy, and loves to be fucked hard like a wanton whore. I just wish I could also discuss literature and politics with her the way I do with the Lady.

I spent nearly all of last week with her, as she needed a place to live while her new apartment was getting readied to move into. She has a fiance who lives in a different city, but for now, we are the couple. Friday night after work, I picked her up and we went out for a meal which was frequently interrupted by her fiance calling to have fights over the phone. She was visibly upset, and we quickly finished our meal and drove back. She held my hand while I was driving, but we didn’t say anything. Getting up to my apartment, she leaned on to me and held my arm, but again, no words were spoken.

Once in my apartment, the mood changed instantly. She was a lot more passionate, kissing hard, unbuttoning my shirt, unbuckling my belt and unzipping me. She got down on her knees taking my cock in her mouth slowly, paying great attention to how I was reacting each time she licked me and at every touch of her lips.

I made her get up and kiss me though, picked her up and with her legs wrapped around my waist walked towards the rug nearby and got on top of her, kissing her all over and slowly sliding down her body to her neck, then nipples and finally her furry cunt. Oh that was divine! Her soft moans filled my house. That was such a lovely sight.

By then she was demanding that I fuck her. Who was I to argue? Turned her around, entered her from behind and started fucking her hard. Cupping her boobs from behind, tweaking her nipples and nibbling at her ear lobes it was just amazingly hot.

And then she got a call. While I was still inside her, she reached out to her purse nearby and answered her phone. It was her fiance. They were still fighting, with me inside her cunt. He was accusing her of acting in a suspicious manner, and she was accusing him of not giving her any space. I didn’t know whether to slide out of her or stay put. I stay put, running my hands across her back and occasionally reaching out to her nipples during the short call. She hung up, and then it was business as usual.

I got on top of her and pounded her pussy even more mercilessly to make up for the lost 2 minutes. We both cummed soon, and then dozed off right there on the rug.

Ghenghis Khan