Worshipping Michelle in My J. Apt.

In my small, Japanese style apartment I sit on the floor at the foot of a low coffee table looking at my laptop. The apartment is basically a medium sized little room covered in tatami mats with a sliding, windowed door out onto a small balcony overlooking the parking lot of the apartment complex. My apartment is on the outskirts of the major metropolitan city in my dreams, and there is environment around the parking lot that can be seen from the balcony. There is a stormwater swale along the road leading into a swampy wetland at the border of the parking lot. There is a short bridge leading over the swale in order to access the parking lot from the road. Frogs and crickets can always be heard at night from the wetland and the environmental swale. It is rarely cold, and sufficiently humid. On this night, the winds are gusting with fresh air from the ocean and a distant thunderstorm is bringing sprinkles of rain, wetting the asphalt in the parking lot and the scent of an oncoming storm fills the gusts of evening air in so many ways.

The medium size room is bordered by a short wall and countertop on the left hand side, and extends to the entry door. The extension hosts a small kitchenette on the left hand side with a refrigerator. On the right hand side is an enclosed section of the extension, with a door, which is the bathroom. The entry door leads immediately onto a concrete balcony. The medium sized room hosts a shallow couch, a low coffee table, several flatscreen monitors on the walls and a futon thrown lazily onto the floor in the middle of the room.

On the coffee table is my laptop, a small glass vase full of rice, a box of sandalwood incense and a lighter. While I was not a networking genius, I had wired my laptop to the several flatscreen monitors mounted on the walls around the room and to four speakers suspended at the ceiling in each corner of the medium sized room. I had also run wires to two speakers mounted to the ceiling in my bathroom. The wires are gently pinned to the walls and ceiling. Otherwise, the walls were white except for a deep Burgandy shaded Sari from Nepal tacked in the middle of one of the walls that softly shifts in the air currents of the room, and a renaissance style green tapestry decorated with golden stairs, moons and astrology signs pinned to the ceiling. There is a single torch lampstand in one corner of the room, illuminating the environment in a soft yellow glow. The room has a gentle, dusty scent of incense.

I sit in seiza on the floor, tapping at the computer, when suddenly there is a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in!" I call out, pretending to be distracted by my laptop.

The door opens and in steps Michelle. She is dressed in a green t-shirt with two, crossed guitars on it and a short, white pair of shorts. She is wearing white flipflops. The cut of her green shirt is perfect for her small, lithe Chinese body; it hugs the curves of her form so perfectly. She must have had it tailored to fit her, or tailored it herself. Her short white shorts are soft and thin, but the green short drapes gently over them. I wouldn't be surprised if, in better lighting, they were translucent ever so gently revealing her curves. Her beautiful, perfect, awkwardly robust Chinese legs are otherwise unadorned and exploded into the room, begging to be worshipped.

Her beautiful Chinese thighs are awkwardly thick for her otherwise slight frame, and her calves are round and meaty. Her ankles are slight, but the shape of her calves and legs, and her near complete lack of a chest always makes me wonder about what kind of hormones caused her to develop that way. To me, she looks like an otherworldly Buddhist statue in absolute Zen; a manifestation of infinite lifetimes of hyperpowerful monks meditating on the form of a female that would cause men to falls to their knees, their penises immediately erect, worshipping at her feet. She is like an alien of sex stepping into the world from a distant galaxy where the only existence is continual sexual ecstatsy. She looks this way, but also so shy and geeky. And always a little bit awkward while wearing flipflops... Normally I hate flipflops, I am a boot guy, but I would willingly remove my left kidney and donate it to charity just to suck on her toes IN those flipflops.

"Hey," she says cutely, "do you still want to go get sushi?"

We made plans to go out to a sushi restaurant.

"Yes," I reply, "just a moment while I put on my sneakers..."

She skates along the floor through the kitchenette and into my room; her beautiful, perfect Chinese legs bursting like a cartoon character, like Patrick from Spongebob, into my vision. Two evil snakes of Chinese heaven that enthrall me, command me to worship them and punish me all at once. She glances at my computer and slightly sniffs, then becomes wide eyed.

"What are you doing? Are you looking at Asian porn?!" she cries and steps back.

"No, Michelle wait!" I cry.

She steps backwards into the kitchen like small cat, her eyes on mine.

"Michelle..." I say, "Michelle..."

A shadow grows over my face, and the room becomes blurry except for Michelle and I. Like the only two individuals in suspended time, we stand for a long quiet moment across from each other.

"Michelle..." I start again, "it's true that I sometimes get bored and look at Asian porn, and camgirl sites... but Michelle! I always come back to you. Every image, every camgirl, even passersby on the street... it's like they are all loading ammunition into me that I will only give to you. Every time, I turn back to you Michelle. I have since I met you. I give all of my lust to you. I want to... I worship your Chinese legs, Michelle."

The shadow grows darker over my face as I hesitate to say what's on my mind.

"THE ONLY THING I WANT IS YOU, MICHELLE, YOU AND YOUR FAT CHINESE LEGS!!!!!!" I yell.

Michelle takes half a step backwards, her beautiful robust Chinese legs wrapping around each other as she seems to be closing off her aura. She seems unsure about how to react to my sudden outburst.

"YOU'RE NOT JUST SOME CHINESE CHICKEN TO ME!!!!"

"This is a little weird..." says Michelle, as she continues to keep a guarded position in the kitchenette.

I step over to the laptop, tap a couple keys and say, "I will show you what I was looking at..."

Suddenly, all of the computer monitors in the room become full of photographs taken from Michelle's Facebook, but they are all zoomed in on her lower body and legs. Some of the monitors have four images, side by side, and others have a single image, full screen, zoomed in on Michelle's beautiful, awkward, robust Chinese legs.

I stand up, and slowly stalk towards Michelle in the kitchenette. Her cute Chinese eyes are wide, and she slowly turns away from me and towards the sink as I approach her.

"Michelle... I give all of my energy to you, and your perfect Chinese legs..." I say, looking down now at her cute little Chinese ass sticking out towards me. Her beautiful, fat legs hanging out and exploding at me as usual, and her cute little Chinese feet in white flipflops inside my apartment. "I always give it to you, Michelle... and your Chinese legs... I want to show you..."

I reach out and place my hands on her shoulders, but she doesn't immediately turn around. I can smell her subtle perfume and shampoo emanating from her as I touch her. Slowly, I let my hands slide down her arms, then down along her hips, then onto the small, cute cheeks of her little Chinese ass.

"Do you understand, Michelle? Do you understand that you and your Chinese legs did something to me? I can't direct myself at anyone but you... you are my muse..."

I begin squeezing her small Chinese ass-cheeks, softly at first, and then firmer and firmer. I lay my body against her back, burying my face in her greasy, wavy Chinese hair and nuzzling the piping hot, throbbing, erect penis in my pants against her ass. My hands wander over her perfect, fat, Chinese thighs and across her belly.

"I only worship you, Michelle... I was looking at pictures of you..." I whisper into her ear.

She shifts against my body, not struggling to escape but fidgeting. I can hear her white flipflops shuffling on the floor. The smell of her hair, the feeling of her small, soft Chinese body against mine, and the ecstasy of running my fingers over her perfect, beautiful, octopus ring Chinese thighs stirs an animalistic passion in me. I wonder for a moment if I should stop and ask about going for sushi... But I let my lust get the best of me. I reach down, unclasp my belt and pull down my pants, exposing my bleached white underwear that is barely containing my hot, throbbing penis inside. My hot trembling penis is jammed upwards, the tip begging to peak out of the elastic. I nuzzle my crotch against Michelle's soft, little Chinese ass so softly, wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her greasy Chinese hair again.

"Michelle...", I say softly into her ear, "I want to jizz inside of you at least three times tonight..."

Michelle turns around at looks at me, then softly says "Why...?"

"Because do you know how fast I'm going to cum the first time, for your perfect Chinese thighs?" I say, and take one of her small Chinese hands in mine and guide it to the throbbing, hot bulge in my underwear. We both look down to behold the throbbing monster in my underwear, a medium sized devil but tight, hot and definitely pulsing already for Michelle's naked legs. There is already a wet spot from precum leaking during my passionate throbbing for Michelle.

Michelle looks back up to my eyes, then says slowly "Why not four?"

I drink in her face with a sloppy, passionate kiss; my tongue diving deep into her mouth. She tastes like tea. I slurp off of her cute Chinese lips and say "Because Asian porn is triple X..."

I reach down and we both trace our eyes downward to witness the birth of the evening. I slowly pull the elastic of my underwear down and, BLAM, like an evil cartoon, my tight, throbbing hot penis, quivering and trembling with ecstatic lust for Michelle's Chinese legs, bursts into view, immediately fully erect and trembling upwards.

Michelle turns back around and nuzzles her little, cute, Chinese ass against my throbbing hot penis. I reach down, grab her cute Chinese ass so gently but so firmly, and slide my fingers up and into the waistband of her soft white shorts. I slide her shorts down her cute Chinese ass, then trace my fingers back to her pink, Chinese panties and slide them down as well. I fall to my knees behind her perfect, beautiful, Buddhist Goddess Chinese legs and slide her shorts and pink panties to her feet. I kiss her meaty Chinese calves, suckling them with animal lust as she steps out of her clothes and back into her white flipflops. I kiss up her beautiful, fat, Chinese thighs and stand up behind her. Her perfect, soft, Chinese grove of sex exposed, I take my throbbing, hot, hard penis in hand and nuzzle it against her sex. I can't tell if it's my furious, passionate precum lubricating my throbbing penis or Michelle's excitement, but I can tell we are slimy and wet.

"Oh Michelle... Michelle Michelle Michelle..." I moan, nuzzling my penis against her. And then, with one long fluid plunge I glid my entire aching, throbbing, hot erect penis deep into Michelle's warm, wet, soft, small, perfect Chinese pussy between her legs. I grab hold of her fat, Chinese thighs, squeezing them rapidly like a bear, and begin a passionate rhythm gliding my hot penis deep into her beautiful, warm, wet Chinese pussy.

"Michelle... I worship your Chinese legs..." I moan, as I quicken my pace, gliding my long, piping hot, throbbing erection deep into her Chinese pussy from behind. The sound of fluids slurping fills the quiet room and passionate drips fall to the floor about our feet. I look across Michelle's back. Her small, delicate, lithe back still covered in her green, perfectly cut t-shirt. Her greasy hair tousling perfect like a Winamp visualizer, the smell of her sex and shampoo'd hair filling my nostrils. She looks like an alien of pure sex, dripping with lust from another dimension. Her robust, awkwardly thick, Chinese thighs squeezing through a portal in the aether into my reality, commanding me and controlling me; leaving me with no will. I cannot escape the gravity of her infinite, Buddhist Goddess attraction. It strikes me as entirely bizarre that her hormones drive me to penetrate her...

"I worship your perfect, Chinese chicken legs Michelle..." I moan, and slow rhythmic gliding into her foamy, Chinese pussy. I hold onto her hips gently, lovingly, sweat beginning to drip down my forehead.

"I can't believe... I can't believe you..." I say softly, the incredible fluid between our sex organs overstimulating my hot, hard penis when I intended to slow down. I can't stop myself... I grasp her little Chinese hips, but hesitate to too suddenly wrap my arms around her body when she is bent forward and holding onto the edge of the sink.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh Michellllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." I moan, as my throbbing, hot penis glides too easily, so deep inside of her perfect, beautiful, wet, Chinese pussy... between those perfect, beautiful, fat Chinese legs... still in white flipflops, and my penis tightens and erupts a gallon of hot jizz inside of her. The hot jizz immediately overflows her beautiful little pussy and comes pouring out of her, down her legs and onto me. My legs begin to shake violently and I fall to my knees behind her. Instinctually, I reach out and wrap my arms around her beautiful Chinese legs, kissing and licking and her calves and thighs from behind.

"I worship your legs, Michelle..." I whisper again to her.

She relaxes for a moment, breathing softly, then kneels down and turns around to me. I look at her, and immediately suck her pretty Chinese lips into my mouth, firmly exploring her little Chinese mouth with my tongue, like a retarded animal. I reach up and brush her greasy, wavy black hair across her forehead and behind her ear. Then I close my eyes, and rest my forehead against her. I breath quietly for a moment, smelling her hair and our sex.

"Did you still want to get sushi?" she asks suddenly. I let out a subtle chuckle, then wrap my arms under her legs and around her back. I stand up, picking her up in a fireman's carry and walk out of the kitchenette into the room. I lay her softly onto the futon on the floor, resting her head gently on the pillow. She looks around at the flatscreen monitors around the room, seeing her Facebook photos all around her, zoomed in on her beautiful, perfect, Chinese legs.

I kneel down before her, between her naked, fat, Chinese legs and watch her look around the room. She finally looks at me and says "That IS a little weird..."

I can't say anything that I haven't said already. I bow down to her, and begin to kiss the insides of her fat, Chinese thighs. Squeezing and sucking on her beautiful, pussy, Chinese legs. Then I lean in closer and slurp her warm, wet, pussy lips into my mouth. She tastes like boy cum, probably mine, but I don't care. I suck mouthfuls of creamy jizz from her pussy, and kiss-spit them out over the insides of her fat, perfect, Chinese thighs. I suck up her Chinese sex meats, gently running my tongue over her with plenty of saliva and residual cum. I caress my fingers over her Chinese thighs, and one of her hands finds mine. I caress her hand and her perfect, fat, Chinese thighs while I mindlessly slurp at her sex in a daze.

I slurp lazily at her warm, little, pussy for a long time. The winds outside the balcony window pick up, and I can hear it begin to rain again. I hear distant thunder, and notice subtle flashes of light out of the corner of my eyes. I can hear the crickets and frogs outside. And I can hear Michelle softly breathing, reacting to my absolute worship of her pretty, wet, Chinese pussy.

"Close those pictures..." she says suddenly, as I continue lazily slurping over her wet, Chinese meats. "Put on some TV or something."

I suddenly stop my worship of her small, wet, warm, perfect, Chinese pussy. I lay a big, succulent hicky on the inside of her fat, Chinese thigh and then sit up. I pull off my shirt and sit at the computer. I open youtube and open an album of psychedelic acid jazz. I open a documentary about panda bears, put in on mute and move it to the biggest monitor on the wall in my room. I take out a stick of incense, sandalwood, and light it with the lighter. I place the incense stick in the small, glass vase pull of rice.

I then look back over to Michelle. Her perfect, beautiful, little Chinese body laying sloppily on my bed. She is a mess; her green t-shirt pulled halfway up her body and her naked, fat, perfect, Chinese legs hanging out, wet and sloppy with blowjob kisses. Those white flipflops still on her feet, in my bed, hanging off of her toes. Her small, warm, Chinese pussy is sloppy, wet and glistening. Her arms are laying lazily across the futon and she is looking back and up at the monitor with the panda documentary.

Even is such a sloppy state, Michelle looks like an otherworldly being to me. Her form must have been perfected for eons, the age of thousands of iterations of the universe, exploding and collapsing in on itself. Somehow, the knowledge about how to form the most perfect sex Goddess must have been passed through the lifetimes of everything. Millions of monks meditating constantly on the absolute essence of ecstasy must have conglomerated all of their meditations into a single living being. It was true... I have never seen anything, anywhere, on any porn site or any camgirls site, that excited me the way that those stupid, fat, Chinese legs do hanging naked from that small, lithe, delicate, cute Chinese body. And those white flipflops hanging off her feet...

Just looking at her, lazily spread out across my futon, her naked, fat Chinese legs exposed and sloppily wet with my blowjob kisses stirs a fire inside me. I feel my passion returning in full force, and I feel my hot penis, kind of numb from recently jizzing a gallon of hot cum, becoming achy and hard again. I stare at her for a long moment.

It must be metaphsical force affecting me, her fat, Chinese legs seem like entities of their own, enticing me and punishing me and commanding, begging, forcing me to worship them. I stare at her, her Chinese legs naked and sloppy. I am still on my knees, and before me my throbbing hot penis begins quivering again for her.

"Oh Michelle..." I suddenly say, "you are so byoo-tif-ful. You know how I feel about you... You know I worship your pretty, Chinese legs..."

She looks over at me as I begin crawling towards her naked legs again. I settle myself between her fat, pretty, Chinese thighs and take my penis in hand. I nuzzle my penis against her wet pussy again and moan to her. "Oh Michelle, you know I worship you..."

I buck her fat, Chinese thighs up over my legs, grasp gently onto her small Chinese hips and glide my hot, aching penis into her pussy again. I grab another pillow from the futon and jam in under Michelle's back. I wrap my arms around her fat, beautiful, perfect, warm, octopus ring, Buddhist Goddess, alien Chinese thighs and begin rhythmically gliding my hot penis into her warm, wet pussy again. I can see her white flipflops dangling from her feet in the corner of my vision.

Michelle makes a soft humming sound as I begin gliding into her again. The electricity of my previous encounter is blunted and I can tell I will last a bit longer with her this time. I slowly glide myself deep into her pussy, and throb myself tight deep inside of her. I hum and moan back to her and I squeeze her perfect, fat, Chinese thighs like a little boy with a new stuffed toy. Like some kind of yoga khama sutra dance I acrobatically position myself to glide my hot erection deep into her, between those thighs, and pump myself hard deep inside of her.