02-07-2010, 01:31 AM
One I made a couple weeks ago. Figure I should post it here. Enjoy 
Feel Her Fire by SonofX51
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Journal Log 1233
During our stay at the Sol Dimension, the dimension of Blaze the Cat, a feline "friend" of mine, we had once again defeated the two Eggman's and their scheme to open a theme park or something, I don't know, it would've sucked. I would say suck is about what this is about.
We returned to the dimension a year later to once again see Blaze, Marine and the Coconut Crew at Southern Island. Bringing Cream so she may see her old friend she had met ages ago, she remembers Blaze well. We had some fun, boating around, fun at the beach; it was all well and good! But we, and by we, I mean Blaze and I, had some other form of fun, too.
It was the weekend, Cream, Marine and Tails were out in the Ocean Tornado having a good time fishing and relaxing. I was resting on a sofa at the front left window in Marine's house; inland from the gleaming sea and wide beach, where we stayed, the same place we stayed while adventuring for Chaos Emeralds and a way to get back(the machine we built for that is also what we used to get back here). I was resting, and thinking of the days ahead. We would depart the next day, leaving Blaze the Cat and Marine the Raccoon to their own once again.
It was the afternoon, I think, the sun beat down on me from the window, it felt amazing and equalizing with Marine's air conditioning unit she built herself (tends to malfunction sometimes). Blaze had walked in, quietly, but not discreet. She was a lavender feline, with a heart of fire. Her hair worn back with a red ring built quite possibly out of a Ruby, with pleasing, yellow eyes and a red jewel that adorned her forehead. I still don't know what that's all about, but let's get to the saucy stuff, shall we?
Blaze the Cat was nearly naked, wearing a tight fitting midnight purple bikini that gleamed pink reflection in the house's light, the breasts pushed tightly together with expressed bust and cleavage, white fur covering her chest, abdomen and pelvis. Her bottoms were a thong of the same color as her top. They rode low. She wore sandals of the same color as her magenta and white high heels she wore for combat (how she runs so fast in those I will never know).
She stood before me on my right where the door was, she leaned against the dry wall in a magnificent pose. She leaned forward, expressing her bust; she had a smile of lust on her face, with relaxed eyes and something to say. "Sonic, why don't you ever wear clothes? Hmmm?" She said with a temptress medium, quite unlike her. After a millisecond of thought, I had gotten an erection when I had first saw her walk in, right there, so impressed by her beauty.
She giggled some, with a wink of her right eye and a blush. "I'm glad you returned, Sonic. I had honestly missed you so very much. I have...something for you before you leave." I was still in a relaxed position on the sofa, with my penis even further elongated by those temptacious words. That's not a word, is it? It may as well be. I still didn't move much from the surprise of the situation, for once in my frenzied life I was frozen with awe and lust by that impeccable body and her charming words.
She had no need to strip; she just got down on her knees, those sandals planted comfortably into the floor. Her act of going down did not seem subservient; however, she appeared as powerful and strong (and sexy) as ever. As she did, I noticed creases in her dinky top, light reflected off of each one to reveal hard nipples. She must've gone swimming, perhaps, just for me. As it was just then I also noticed her lavender fur was wet, her tendrils of her ponytail saturated therefore bent back. I liked that. As she sly fully snaked her head and body in a motion towards the erected object of interest, she said these words before executing one of the best sexual experiences in my life: "Feel the fire, hero!" She had begun the ritual. I still did not say a word. I would not need too for what came next.
She did not start immediately; she looked at me with deep, vivid, lustful eyes with her tail swinging gracefully in the air behind her. She first lowered her head, her tongue projecting from her mouth, and painted my testicles with her tongue and saliva, the sensation was intense and pleasuring. Her hands grasped my kneecaps for leverage, but this soon changed. She moved her arms behind my legs, and groped for the buns of my ass. She seemed to massage them with her hands as she painted my boys with saliva. I exhaled pleasure from my mouth, and my blue fur became saturated with sweat.
She stopped, and pressed her nose and muzzle against my ball sack, and that look of such intense pleasure in her eyes as she did so. She probably did not enjoy the smell, but she enjoyed the act of that contact, her blush redder than before. With her hands still firmly on my southern cheeks, she made a movement upwards, with her tongue, coating the shaft with saliva with a strong stroke. Her tail tuned to a coil, she shifted her body to accommodate the actions that would soon follow. She licked her lips, showing a canine with a smile and looking at me for a second as if saying this'll be the best suck you'll have in a while, Sonic, again with a wink of her eye.
She encircled my penis with her mouth at the tip, taking circular licks around it and slight shifts up and down. She descended at last, taking half the shaft and repetitively pumped her head up and down as she massaged my ass cheeks. I took my hands and massaged her the cheeks of her face as she performed, she had liked this as her eyes became more lax than before, I did as well as it was even more friction against my shaft. I felt every nerve flare with pleasuring excitement during all of it.
Minutes passed, the trade of massages really boosted my pleasure, hers as well. I watched her wet, tendril like hair bounce with her movement. As I felt my penis be stroked against her tongue and throat with her lips pressed tight, I had felt the upcoming sensation of the climax. It was nearly here with all its glory. She had sensed this, and knew what to do. She deep throated. It was a hard move to pull off, but she did so with skill and grace, her tail stiffened. Sweating, she pumped faster, eyes closed, before stopping at the minimum of my nearly exploding shaft, and she ascended her head upwards as did her body. Her mouth lost contact with my penis, saliva dripping as the only thing connecting the two. The bust of her chest brushed against my inner legs and penis as she ascended. As she did, she smiled and she removed her hands from my buttocks as I let go of her cheeks, and allowed her left hand to finger her vagina with her thong still in place, I saw, a few fingers pressed tightly against the latex fabric, the others doing you know what.
At the same time, she took her right hand and groped my shaft, and pumped, she looked at me with her mouth closed and tongue sticking out, and she winked once more. She focused back on the throbbing penis, and closed her eyes and allowed her mouth to open, and aimed the channel of semen at her face. Tongue out, ready to receive the spooge.
I released, I felt like I was in heaven, I bent my head back, mouth gaping. Hers as well, as the semen splashed onto her face and tongue, as well as her teeth. Her ears came downwards. She moaned as she had also gotten to her orgasm with her fingering and my white stuff. More semen followed, and drenched her. Some dripping off her chin and onto the heavy cleavage of her breasts, and appeared to oil the bust.
She closed her mouth, and licked her lips once more with a heavenly smile, the painted cat girl pleased; as well as myself. She stood, raising upwards, my eyes rudely following her drenched chest, until I looked up at her feline face, she came closer, and locked her arms around me, her chest pressing against mine, she kissed me, her mouth still full of semen. Our noses made contact as well. We swirled some tongue, and she retreated, sticky semen and saliva still held in place between our mouths, suspended. It was wrong, but felt so right. We exchanged smiles. She took a step back, her bust jiggling, and ran her finger through the suspended cum and saliva mixture around her finger and soon her hand, and massaged her breasts with it softly, with a look of great pleasure, as always, on her face. She again, winked at me.
"Enjoyed that, didn't you, you big blue boy?" She questioned with a purr. "Hey, remember who you're talking too!" I said with a cocky expression. Ha-ha, cocky. "I'll catch you some other time, Sonic. I'm going to shower, change clothes and get the others back here. But remember, this is our little secret..." She walked away with a womanly walk, out of the front door of Marine's house. I rejoiced as she wanted this act a secret, Amy would kill me if she found out, that girl has a freaking hammer!
Journal Log 1233, Sonic the Hedgehog.
Tails, I swear, if you read this, DON'T tell Amy...
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Feel Her Fire by SonofX51
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Journal Log 1233
During our stay at the Sol Dimension, the dimension of Blaze the Cat, a feline "friend" of mine, we had once again defeated the two Eggman's and their scheme to open a theme park or something, I don't know, it would've sucked. I would say suck is about what this is about.
We returned to the dimension a year later to once again see Blaze, Marine and the Coconut Crew at Southern Island. Bringing Cream so she may see her old friend she had met ages ago, she remembers Blaze well. We had some fun, boating around, fun at the beach; it was all well and good! But we, and by we, I mean Blaze and I, had some other form of fun, too.
It was the weekend, Cream, Marine and Tails were out in the Ocean Tornado having a good time fishing and relaxing. I was resting on a sofa at the front left window in Marine's house; inland from the gleaming sea and wide beach, where we stayed, the same place we stayed while adventuring for Chaos Emeralds and a way to get back(the machine we built for that is also what we used to get back here). I was resting, and thinking of the days ahead. We would depart the next day, leaving Blaze the Cat and Marine the Raccoon to their own once again.
It was the afternoon, I think, the sun beat down on me from the window, it felt amazing and equalizing with Marine's air conditioning unit she built herself (tends to malfunction sometimes). Blaze had walked in, quietly, but not discreet. She was a lavender feline, with a heart of fire. Her hair worn back with a red ring built quite possibly out of a Ruby, with pleasing, yellow eyes and a red jewel that adorned her forehead. I still don't know what that's all about, but let's get to the saucy stuff, shall we?
Blaze the Cat was nearly naked, wearing a tight fitting midnight purple bikini that gleamed pink reflection in the house's light, the breasts pushed tightly together with expressed bust and cleavage, white fur covering her chest, abdomen and pelvis. Her bottoms were a thong of the same color as her top. They rode low. She wore sandals of the same color as her magenta and white high heels she wore for combat (how she runs so fast in those I will never know).
She stood before me on my right where the door was, she leaned against the dry wall in a magnificent pose. She leaned forward, expressing her bust; she had a smile of lust on her face, with relaxed eyes and something to say. "Sonic, why don't you ever wear clothes? Hmmm?" She said with a temptress medium, quite unlike her. After a millisecond of thought, I had gotten an erection when I had first saw her walk in, right there, so impressed by her beauty.
She giggled some, with a wink of her right eye and a blush. "I'm glad you returned, Sonic. I had honestly missed you so very much. I have...something for you before you leave." I was still in a relaxed position on the sofa, with my penis even further elongated by those temptacious words. That's not a word, is it? It may as well be. I still didn't move much from the surprise of the situation, for once in my frenzied life I was frozen with awe and lust by that impeccable body and her charming words.
She had no need to strip; she just got down on her knees, those sandals planted comfortably into the floor. Her act of going down did not seem subservient; however, she appeared as powerful and strong (and sexy) as ever. As she did, I noticed creases in her dinky top, light reflected off of each one to reveal hard nipples. She must've gone swimming, perhaps, just for me. As it was just then I also noticed her lavender fur was wet, her tendrils of her ponytail saturated therefore bent back. I liked that. As she sly fully snaked her head and body in a motion towards the erected object of interest, she said these words before executing one of the best sexual experiences in my life: "Feel the fire, hero!" She had begun the ritual. I still did not say a word. I would not need too for what came next.
She did not start immediately; she looked at me with deep, vivid, lustful eyes with her tail swinging gracefully in the air behind her. She first lowered her head, her tongue projecting from her mouth, and painted my testicles with her tongue and saliva, the sensation was intense and pleasuring. Her hands grasped my kneecaps for leverage, but this soon changed. She moved her arms behind my legs, and groped for the buns of my ass. She seemed to massage them with her hands as she painted my boys with saliva. I exhaled pleasure from my mouth, and my blue fur became saturated with sweat.
She stopped, and pressed her nose and muzzle against my ball sack, and that look of such intense pleasure in her eyes as she did so. She probably did not enjoy the smell, but she enjoyed the act of that contact, her blush redder than before. With her hands still firmly on my southern cheeks, she made a movement upwards, with her tongue, coating the shaft with saliva with a strong stroke. Her tail tuned to a coil, she shifted her body to accommodate the actions that would soon follow. She licked her lips, showing a canine with a smile and looking at me for a second as if saying this'll be the best suck you'll have in a while, Sonic, again with a wink of her eye.
She encircled my penis with her mouth at the tip, taking circular licks around it and slight shifts up and down. She descended at last, taking half the shaft and repetitively pumped her head up and down as she massaged my ass cheeks. I took my hands and massaged her the cheeks of her face as she performed, she had liked this as her eyes became more lax than before, I did as well as it was even more friction against my shaft. I felt every nerve flare with pleasuring excitement during all of it.
Minutes passed, the trade of massages really boosted my pleasure, hers as well. I watched her wet, tendril like hair bounce with her movement. As I felt my penis be stroked against her tongue and throat with her lips pressed tight, I had felt the upcoming sensation of the climax. It was nearly here with all its glory. She had sensed this, and knew what to do. She deep throated. It was a hard move to pull off, but she did so with skill and grace, her tail stiffened. Sweating, she pumped faster, eyes closed, before stopping at the minimum of my nearly exploding shaft, and she ascended her head upwards as did her body. Her mouth lost contact with my penis, saliva dripping as the only thing connecting the two. The bust of her chest brushed against my inner legs and penis as she ascended. As she did, she smiled and she removed her hands from my buttocks as I let go of her cheeks, and allowed her left hand to finger her vagina with her thong still in place, I saw, a few fingers pressed tightly against the latex fabric, the others doing you know what.
At the same time, she took her right hand and groped my shaft, and pumped, she looked at me with her mouth closed and tongue sticking out, and she winked once more. She focused back on the throbbing penis, and closed her eyes and allowed her mouth to open, and aimed the channel of semen at her face. Tongue out, ready to receive the spooge.
I released, I felt like I was in heaven, I bent my head back, mouth gaping. Hers as well, as the semen splashed onto her face and tongue, as well as her teeth. Her ears came downwards. She moaned as she had also gotten to her orgasm with her fingering and my white stuff. More semen followed, and drenched her. Some dripping off her chin and onto the heavy cleavage of her breasts, and appeared to oil the bust.
She closed her mouth, and licked her lips once more with a heavenly smile, the painted cat girl pleased; as well as myself. She stood, raising upwards, my eyes rudely following her drenched chest, until I looked up at her feline face, she came closer, and locked her arms around me, her chest pressing against mine, she kissed me, her mouth still full of semen. Our noses made contact as well. We swirled some tongue, and she retreated, sticky semen and saliva still held in place between our mouths, suspended. It was wrong, but felt so right. We exchanged smiles. She took a step back, her bust jiggling, and ran her finger through the suspended cum and saliva mixture around her finger and soon her hand, and massaged her breasts with it softly, with a look of great pleasure, as always, on her face. She again, winked at me.
"Enjoyed that, didn't you, you big blue boy?" She questioned with a purr. "Hey, remember who you're talking too!" I said with a cocky expression. Ha-ha, cocky. "I'll catch you some other time, Sonic. I'm going to shower, change clothes and get the others back here. But remember, this is our little secret..." She walked away with a womanly walk, out of the front door of Marine's house. I rejoiced as she wanted this act a secret, Amy would kill me if she found out, that girl has a freaking hammer!
Journal Log 1233, Sonic the Hedgehog.
Tails, I swear, if you read this, DON'T tell Amy...
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