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This moment…
“Please don’t stop…”
The scent of curry was so strong. She squeezed her legs together. If she squeezed them tight enough, she would make herself come.
Jackson slipped his hand between her legs again.
“You don’t come until I let you, don’t worry. I am going to set you on fire…”
He pulled her hair as he kissed her, her breasts were heavy with need as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts unceremoniously from the cups of her bra…
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Josephine adjusted her bowtie, when she saw her reflection in the mirror above the bar. Jackson teased her, that it was her preening mirror.
“Who’s the girl?” he questioned her with a smile.
“Just want to look good Jackson,” she smiled her smile that made him melt.
Before he knew that she liked girls, Jackson had been very excited that she was going to tend bar with him. He was a gentleman, not a hard flirt at all and she had been enchanted with his infatuation. They became fast friends, and he often marveled at how quickly she picked up women. She didn’t even have a technique—women just flocked to her.
Jake had not stopped smiling at her, Josephine saw out of the corner of her eye. But she was more interested in the retro glamour stunner who sat at the bar with the lame guy, who brought woman after woman there with one goal in mind. He was not nearly so successful as Josephine in the art of the pick-up, and Josephine wanted to get closer to the girl he was with. It gave her no small pleasure that the retro beauty looked at her up and down appreciatively. Josephine and Jackson wore the same uniform, but Josephine filled it out with her voluptuous tits and ass. Hell the guy with the girl had tried to come onto her once, but she had served him an icy scotch in a cocktail tumbler.
Josephine saw that the girl looked at her body. It did not mean anything, Josephine was the kind of woman that made other women look at her with longing whether they were into women or not.
She gave the girl a soft smile, as she walked over to them.
“Would you like another honey?” Josephine questioned sweet and softly, running her hands over her pants that she had creased perfectly.
The guy answered for her no, but the girl said yes,
“With extra cherries.”
The guy called her Kitty, before Kitty got up and went to the bathroom. She was clearly upset, and Josephine made eye contact with Jackson to go check on her. Rubbing her hands over her creased pants, Josephine looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts.
She would make Kitty all better…
My contribution to Friday Flash, is a flash prelude to this story. If you want to read more about Josephine, you can find her here. I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Yesterday I used “roll,” today I am using “crease.”
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Nichy was half-asleep, and felt like she was in a dream state.
She remembered everything that Tyler had said, she remembered that he said he was in love with her. She fell asleep hearing the timbre of his voice like a mantra saying he loved her. His sweet nothings in her ears, felt like he was playing with her clit.
Pressing herself to him, he immediately half covered her body.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“I can’t sleep with you beside me,” he said. “I have just been thinking about what we did…”
“Me too, you said you loved me…”
“I do…”
“I love you, I did not want to fall in love with you…”
“Why?”
Nichy felt shy with him looking at her, and ran her finger over his bare skin. His skin was warm, and made her melt.
“I never really knew you, even though we hung out all of the time.”
Tyler took her hand in his.
“And I was always coming onto you…”
“Yeah, it was a bit cheesy. Until we slept together, I never expected to feel so connected to someone while having a threesome…”
“Sex is always intimate for me, I am not really casual about it. I wanted to be close to you like, I wanted to be intimate with you…”
Conversation lowered between them, because it was not needed.
“I want you naked inside me, I want to feel you…” she sighed.
Having been with him without protection once, made her feel like she was not sure she was ever going to want to have protected sex with him again. Tyler entered her, and it was so much more intimate without any barriers between them. The heat of him warmed her, as he moved inside her.
“You feel so good,” he said, chewing on her ear. “I can’t get close enough to you…”
“I know,” she said hoarsely. “I know…”
Being with him felt like a dream, but she was wide awake…
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Sometimes, a conference is like a vacation. Tamara was definitely is in a vacation mood, as she eyed her bespectacled colleague, Clifford. But even though she planned on seducing him, seems like he was of the same bend:
“I want to taste you…” he said…
You can read the entire story here, in my previous post. I wrote this story for Kink of the Week, and I have to say…it is a kink of mine. I do love boys in glasses!!!
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His lips surrounded the edge of his glasses, and Tamara felt it like it was her clit. There was the old adage that men do not make passes at girls who wear glasses, but there was nothing against making a pass at a man with glasses. Tamara was at a conference with Clifford, and she figured she was never going to meet him again, so there was nothing to stop her from approaching him.
From telling him exactly what she wanted from him.
She was in the hotel lobby, watching him suck on the edge of his glasses while he looked at the pamphlet for the conference. He was leaning against a column, and she leaned against the one diagonal from him. He never even looked up at her, but she felt such a fever between her legs.
“Hi,” she said, as she leaned against the column he was leaning against.
Clifford looked at her, as he put his glasses on.
“Tamara?”
Tamara pressed the inside of her thighs together, at the sound of her name on his lips. That he remembered her name, and used the right emphasis.
“Yes, Clifford?” she questioned, as if she was not sure.
He nodded, and smiled at her with his gaze fixed on her eyes in the way that let her know that he did not want to look further down her body. Tamara liked to wear dresses that covered her body, but that also showed off all of her curves. She loved her curves because they were hers, and she was not afraid to flaunt them. She was there as a financial specialist, so it was a given she had the brains.
But she was not afraid of her beauty.
Clifford was trying to be respectful, and pulled at his bowtie.
“Yes, I was just looking at the schedule for tomorrow.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Why no, I have not.” He looked at the bar that was parallel to them. With almost a silent consensus, they sat at one of the tables with plush scarlet chairs covered with scarlet and plum candles. Tamara could hold her liquor, but even though she could a glass of deep red wine beside Clifford on an empty stomach was intense. She was drunk before she even raised the glass to her magenta mouth, and was completely drunk by the time his naturally cherry lips touched hers. He had put his glasses to the side, and pulled her close.
“I want to taste you…” he said, against her jawbone.
Tamara watched her magenta lips part in pre-orgasm in his hotel room dresser mirror. Clifford sucked on her clit, the very same way that he had sucked on the frame of his glasses.
Perspiration beaded her temples like diamonds, as she watched him now. All this time later, she still had such a visceral reaction to his glasses—on his face, or in his mouth…
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Eliza grabbed Josephine’s arm, right before she got out of the reach.
“Josephine, wait…”
Josephine stared at Eliza, with empty eyes.
“What?” she asked, just as emptily.
“I need to know about you and Alice. Fiona,” Eliza began, feeling protective of her sister-in-law to be. “is Rafe’s sister and…Alice and her have been together for awhile…”
“Are you kidding me?” Breaking into hysterical laughter, Josephine pressed her head to the wall and stared at her friend. “Sometimes, I bartend at special events, and I was at the auction house where Alice works. She looked like an ice princess, and her boss looked the queen with their matching strings of pearls…”
Eliza froze when Josephine inadvertently mentioned Polly, but then she shook her head to encourage her to continue her story.
“She looked like an ice princess, but she kept looking at me while tugging at her pearls. And she looked like a princess, so I could not keep my eyes off of her. She only got drinks from me, even though there was a bartender closer it her than me. She would give a drink to her boss, and then sip hers still looking at me. Blood and sand, that was what they both had. I had to work, but she was so gorgeous, I could not stop staring at her.”
Josephine stared toward the door, and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wet, and Eliza fought the urge to wipe the tears away from her friend’s cheeks.
“I wanted the night to end because I really wanted to go home and think of her, while I made myself come. Thinking about her tight sweater and pencil skirt, would have made it so easy for me to come…I never thought…”
“Thought what?” Eliza pressed.
“Never thought that she would be on her knees before me. I thought she was drunk, but she was not. Alice wrapped her arms about my legs, and kissed my thighs in the ladies’ room. She said I was so beautiful, and she could not keep her eyes off of me. I heard out of her mouth everything I was had felt all night. I got on my knees, and we kissed like mad. I was off for the evening at that point, and I wanted to touch her all night so I was in complete bliss…”
Eliza sat on the edge of the chair in the bathroom, and continued to watch Josephine, who looked visibly calmer remembering.
“I’ve been in contact with her, and she never told me…and then to walk into my bar. My bar…”
Josephine walked back to the bar now, and Eliza did not stop her.
Eliza paced herself slowly to go back to the bar. Josephine remained the consummate professional, and made more drinks for all of the people at the bar. Including Fiona and Alice. It was a long time later that she went to the bathroom, and Alice followed her.
Eliza fell into Oscar’s embrace, and wondered if Alice was going to get on her knees before Josephine again.
Fiona looked at Eliza and Oscar with a lopsided grin.
“All the lovers are out tonight…” Fiona mused ironically.
Eliza smiled at her, squeezing Oscar’s hand and wondering if Fiona had any idea what she was saying.
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Nichy undulated against the sheets. She woke up masturbating, and her hips bucked so hard, that she heard Tyler moan beside her.
“You are insatiable…” he murmured.
She rubbed her damp finger over her stomach, the scent of her own come turned her on even more. Nichy dragged her finger over her hypersensitive clit again, and felt her entire body flush when Tyler’s fingers mixed with hers.
Nichy’s fingers slackened and she gasped, because Tyler knew her body so well already.
“You are so damn hot,” he said, as he strummed her clit. “So hot, I can feel the steam when I touch you…” His breath was heavy against the nape of her neck before he kissed it. Nichy cried out as she came, and her hips bucked against him again and again. His thick fingers slipped into her, and Nichy was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body wrested from his, but Tyler hooked his fingers inside her and kissed her neck to anchor her. “Don’t move away from me baby…don’t move…”
Nichy pressed herself against him, and gave into the density of sensation that he made her feel. Tyler ran his hand over her body, and she did not recognize the sounds that she made as he did. He had no intention of stopping, until he made her come again. She was not sure that she was going to be able to, until she shuddered with her orgasm and Tyler pressed his lips to her neck. What her whispered at her nape, she was sure was some kind of voodoo because she was not nearly as sated as she should be.
Clearly neither was Tyler, because he crawled on top of her right after he pulled his fingers out of her. Nichy was very happy with what he replaced his fingers with. She had memorized the shape of his shaft, and it filled all the parts of her that it needed to fill. They moved together semi-violently. Both of them were eager for their union, and the fulfillment of it.
When she came again, Nichy thought she was going to pass out, but the sweet heat of Tyler coming inside of her sobered her. It was only then, that she realized that they had not used protection. Nichy’s body reverberated with her orgasm, and the secret pleasure of having been that close to him. But the reality of what they had done was something else altogether.
Tyler slipped out of her, and pulled her inside of his embrace.
“I didn’t mean to…” he started.
Nichy nodded.
“I know, it was nice, but I know…”
He kissed her cheek.
“I have not had sex without a condom in years…”
“I always have had safe sex.”
“So the only thing is that you could be pregnant…”
Nichy was limp in his arms. She was disturbed by the romanticism she was experiencing. She almost told him that she loved him before she fell asleep, and now she thought in his arms it would not be a bad thing if she was pregnant. Tyler was much more amazing than she had given him credit for, and she knew he would take care of her and their baby.
“I shouldn’t be, it should be safe…”
Nichy felt his body tense.
“I…” Tyler started. “I know this sounds dumb, but I would not mind having a baby with you. I would not mind having you make me a dad. But it is better that you are not, I know.”
“Tyler…”
“Nichy, I’m in love with you…”
He pulled her close, and Nichy felt her eyes fill with tears of happiness and confusion.
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