Her skin was quite pale and she wore no make up. She came into the living room with a silver tray of tea and biscuits.Uncle Mehmet and I stopped our g...ame and had tea and biscuits.That night, while I lay in bed I couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and I turned wildly, I threw back my duvet and then pulled it back up. I couldn't get Uncle Mehmet out of my mind. Erotic thoughts began flooding through my mind of my making love to my uncle. It was so wrong.As if someone had heard my thoughts, my. The briefest erotic story, for general audiences, Ihave ever found in all my years of extensive research is Ida Gonightly's'I came.' Having re-read it many times, I still suspect her ofplagiarizing Julius Caesar's reported address to the Roman Senate in BC47. Caesar, commenting on his affair with Zela, is reported to have said"Veni, vidi, vici." 'I came, I saw, I conquered.' By modern standardsone might assume Caesar suffered premature ejaculation, but it was twothousand years ago, maybe things. Tall, dark, mysterious, and handsome. He was naked, save for that same red satin men’s robe he wore. He approached me as my legs parted, and BOB began to caress my folds, as Ron took hold of my ankles and separated them, my voice moaning in a feline purr. The silky feel of satin sheets on my thighs giving me the same shivers as Ron’s fingertips caressing my inner-thighs. I wasn’t giving myself to Ron, Ron was taking me. BOB parted my petals, and Ron’s hot, black, throbbing cock was leaking. "After a couple of minutes, you'll forget he's even there. Shall we ... ? To the living room?" He gestured in the direction of the living/dining area, where he had thoughtfully laid out two glasses of white wine. I took mine and started sipping."That's a nice little nothing you're almost wearing," I told him.Ray gave a grin of recognition. "Oooh! A James Bond fan! Diamonds are Forever , right?" You know your movies," I smiled. "That really is a cute thong and you wear it well." Thank.