Aimees Joint

Aimee’s Joint

This is my first story and it isnt finsehd yet, i’ve posted as much as i’ve done and i’d like some feedback on it, should i continue with this story or sart something new. thanks.



The last gasp of pleasure is screamed from aimee’s body as the body on her grunts there release into her, kissing her softly and leaves her asleep on her bed.

Aimee, someone who everybody wants to know, yet only a few people do is something of a sex machine, she knows how and where to get it. At the party last night, she caught the eye of Jak, a lonely long haired guy, whos depression seems to be fueled on drugs and the lust of a cheep shag. The moment he saw Aimee, in her high pink heels, her bare legs leading up to tiny, tight red hotpants with a tiny thong being shown, and her firm, ample unbra’d breasts forced into a black lowcut top, he was in love, and he knew he had to had her.

Jak went outside, joint in hand and rested on the curb, alone. He heard the clink of heels behind him and turning his head he saw, hand in hand, Aimee and her friend, complete in miniskirt, knee high boots and a tiny bra. He turned his head back and stood up, takign a long drag before offering some to Aimee and Melissa, who shared a long drag. Aimee with her pefect hands gave the spilff back to jaks hand, and kisses him softly, then Melissa repeats this action.