Tangle :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 34 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Tangle and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

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This weeks prompt is #Tangle

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Karen leant over her dressing table and picked up the large round hairbrush.

Tipping her head to the side she raked the brush through the fall of her hair, the bristles smoothing the mess into order until they reached resistance, a knot.

Karen pulled at the knot but it seemed to have a life of its own and with each attack it tangled further, winding strand after strand until the brush itself was stuck.

Defeated Karen had no choice but to reach for her nail scissors and gently snip away until the brush was free.  She sat on the edge of the bed and teased and pulled until her brush was clean and she was holding the clump of hair in her hand.  She lifted it close to try and see the cause of the tangle and was met with the sharp tang of sex.

The scent strengthened as her hand warmed the knot of hair, breathing it in she let her thoughts ride back to the night before.  The memory of her lover swiped at her desire just as he had swiped at her cunt and her body made the thought real, her labia swelling with blood, ripening under the desire racing through synapses and flesh.

Hooking a foot on her dressing table Karen watched her pussy bloom, she slid her fingers down, separating the wet folds of her sex just as his tongue had done.  She watched her reflection in the mirror and imagined him lying back on the cushions of the bed watching too, his cock fisted in his hand, idly raising and lowering along the hard shaft as she increased her finger fucking.

The thought of him, the memory of them increased her lust.  She remembered the way he had taken her from behind, her hands grasping at sheets, arse pushing back to him, his large hands on her hips, fingertips digging into the softness of her side, keeping her in pace and time with him.  Then, the hollow emptiness of her cunt as he slid out and pulsed his come over her back.  With three fingers inside herself Karen came, wet and sticky, just as her back had been.  She chuckled as she wiped her cunt clean, her pubic hair glossy with her come,  so that was how her hair had got knotted, a glob of come shot from her lovers cock as he sprayed over her back like a big old tom cat.

She looked at herself in the mirror, flushed and with a chunk of hair missing from the side of her usually neat bob, she thought that perhaps it was time for a new look, a new cut, something more manageable.

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Ruby x

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