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🔥🔥🔥Putting Out All the Fires🔥🔥🔥

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Little Earthquakes

Gráinne put herself together so quickly and elegantly it was like magic. She assisted Paulo, and the two of them stood in place as if it was a theater production.

Wasn’t it?

Andres had already walked away from her, and Sabrina lie in bed watching him take his place beside Paulo and Gráinne.

Graham walked into her bedroom, and looked as he always did impenetrable and formidable in a dark suit. Sabrina realized that she was here, in this theater production because he wanted to keep her safe. Because no matter what else, he did care about her. Her life was such a mess right now but she appreciated that—she did and there was a part of her that would always love him because he always put her life back together. But gratitude was such a price with him. He barely even made love to her anymore. No wonder she was thinking about outsourcing…

He put his suitcase down, and got in the bed with her.

“Nusch…” His breath on her neck was a tickle that did not make her laugh. The gauzy thing she was wearing was like being naked, as he caressed her. “I am sorry I have not been here for you. I want to make up for it.”

The gnawing hunger between her legs increased and she was so wet, but was it Graham? Or was it Andres who was not looking in her direction at all? None of them were, it was almost like they were all indentured servants. They worked all day, and lived on the compound. Real life did not penetrate any of them.

Her included.

“Come on, come with me…” he urged her out of her reverie. She got up, completely unaware what was going to happen as they walked through the sliding doors to where his other servants stood. “I need everyone to please go away, and start preparations as planned. We need to be alone in the meanwhile.”

Everyone walked away, and Sabrina looked up at him.

”What—”

Graham sat down with her on the poolside, and he spread her and the thin material that barely covered her on the lounge chair. Her legs open, he reached for her and she was ashamed how wet she was. They had barely touched, but would that not work to her advantage?

On his knees, still fully suited, he kissed her thighs and tremors went through her like little earthquakes. He detoured to her knees, and made like he was not going to end in his final destination but when his lips touched her damp lips just barely from a recent wax…Sabrina squirmed with pleasure.

Graham’s hands on her thighs, she held his head for soft direction. Moving it just where she needed him to go. He knew all of her secret crevices, and licked them tenderly. Not too eager, not too swift. His tongue around her, and finally in her felt like she was a hive and he was trying to get all of the honey out. His sounds, the clicking because she was so wet and her own deep moans as she moved against his face…

Her eyes were closed for part of it, and opened wide when she came and she bit her lip because she almost did not say Graham…

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Guest Blogger Nicci Haydon Takes Us Into The Queen’s Chambers!!!

As an author that I readily fangirl over, I am so thrilled to share from Nicci Haydon’s new book, The Queen’s Chambers, Egyptology Book 1. Nicci has a running series on her blog about erotica she has masturbated over…let us just say that Nicci writes some pretty provocative stuff, but it would be vain for her to include herself in her own series! I am pretty sure you will be reading this with one hand! And she is quite the connoisseur, so after you read this post, go visit her blog for more scintillating erotica of hers and her recommendations!

Blurb

Before I even met her, I was in love with Professor Roxhana Rayes. I was fascinated by her story and wanted to follow in her footsteps: a woman who defied all convention to become the university’s first female Egyptologist, who made discoveries that turned her male counterparts green with envy. I saw pictures of her and fantasized about the two of us. Together.

In every way.

But it wasn’t until a visit to Egypt’s Valley of the Kings, when I’d already been her student for years, that we finally turned the corner from friends to lovers. And God, it felt like the culmination of my life. If I thought her passion for old tombs burned bright, it was nothing compared to her passion for other women.

Then the strangest thing happened. In the burial chamber of Queen Ahset I must have touched something I shouldn’t. Because now I’m in ancient Egypt, a slave in the palace of Queen Ahset herself.

And while the pharaoh might look familiar, her sexual appetites are far more voracious than I’ve ever known…

The Queen’s Chambers is a time bending tale of lesbian desire, soft BDSM and sexual experimentation set in both the Victorian age and ancient Egypt. There are graphic descriptions of consensual sexual acts throughout the book.

Becoming Queen

By Nicci Haydon

The coronation had been embarrassing and far too lengthy. At twenty-one years old, all Ahset wanted was to dine on sweet fruits, enjoy music and dancing and perhaps travel the kingdom in comfort and safety. She certainly never wanted to be Pharaoh, and wouldn’t have needed to be if her brother had been more interested in sex and less interested in war. Produce an heir before dying of foolhardiness, that was all he had to do, and Ahset could have remained a forgotten sibling and doting aunt, comfortable but without duties of her own.

Of course, her chief guard, Mahu, had promised to take on most of the tasks associated with running the nation, and for that she was grateful, but she was under no illusions about his ambition. They had enjoyed each other more than once, but she had resisted the temptation to let his cock inside her. As a woman, there was a danger in producing an heir of her own, and she had no intention of doing so without careful consideration.

Turning the corner leading to her own chambers brought her out of the heat of the sun and to a cooler corridor, and the sight of her only friend in the world, waiting outside her door. Ahset felt herself relax at once. She had grown up with Maia. Their fathers and brothers had hunted and fought alongside each other. As girls they had hidden together in the palace kitchen, thinking the cook didn’t spot them stealing pastries. They had chased each other through corridors and received punishment together for misbehaving. And more recently, as young women, they had resisted attempts to tame them and prepare them for marriage and childbirth.

As usual, seeing Maia brought other feelings as well. As she turned from child to woman, and her own desires had started to take form, Ahset had found herself more and more drawn to the soft features of her best friend. Ebony skin, dark hair and darker eyes that seemed to reach inside Ahset’s body and open her up to possibilities almost too shocking to entertain. Often, when she was alone, she found herself fantasising about that slim waist, those large breasts, finding herself slick to the touch as she imagined tasting Maia’s flesh, taking a dark, hardened nipple between her lips, pressing her fingers into Maia’s sex.

She shivered at the thought, and forced a smile to her lips.

“Maia, thank the gods. I need to retreat from the world.”

To her surprise, instead of running forward and throwing her arms around her as she would usually, Maia took a step back, her eyes lowering in submission.

“Maia, what’s wro-”

“You sent for me, my queen.”

Maia dipped one knee, crouching low, then moved into a kneeling position, her palms flat on the stone floor. She leaned forward, bringing her chest to her knees with her arms outstretched, head bowed.

Confusion warred with arousal inside Ahset’s mind. In that moment, her desire for her friend multiplied a hundred fold as she became submissive, pliant, willing to serve. If anything, Maia had always been braver, more headstrong. When Ahset fantasised about being with her, it was always Maia who took the lead. It was always Maia that made demands and was obeyed. But now…

Maia looked willing. She looked pliant.

“I did,” Ahset heard herself saying. “Come inside my chamber with me.”

There was a moment when she thought Maia might refuse. Ahset wondered if her voice had betrayed her intentions; she felt her heart clutch at the thought of losing her best friend over desires she never would have acted upon under normal circumstances.

Then Maia’s head rose and there was a glint in her eyes, and Ahset felt her body shudder, liquid leaking between her thighs.

“Yes, my queen,” Maia whispered, and her tongue glanced over her lips.

Excerpt

“Have you had enough, I wonder? Should I show you mercy?” I felt a finger over the tender flesh of my ass, the nail lightly scoring the hot flesh where she’d whipped me. Her finger dipped into the crevice between my buttocks and I clenched my teeth, drawing sharp breaths as I fought to keep myself from making a sound. She trailed her fingertip down through the crack of my ass, swirling around my tightest hole and then continuing to my soaked cunt. “You seem to be enjoying your punishment, slave. Maybe I should devise something less pleasurable for our next encounter. What do you think?”

I didn’t move. I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to be fooled, not again.

The third strike took me by surprise and I let out a low moan that shuddered my core. “Thank you, Roxhana.”

Closing my eyes, I expected more, but Queen Ahset laughed.

“Oh, you are enjoying yourself. Look at this river. Sebek-khu, have you seen more liquid outside the Nile? Could we not quench the thirst of a nation with the river flowing down this slave’s thighs?” She paused. “Well?”

My nipples drew tight at the thought of him being forced to look at me. Did he enjoy the sight? Would he think about it later and grow hard at the memory? My mind was so confused by the thoughts. I’d been obsessed with Roxhana for so long that the idea of a man masturbating over thoughts of me was outside anything I’d imagined. I knew I didn’t want to have sex with a man, but to tease?

“I …” Sebek-khu’s voice shook with embarrassment and awkwardness. He had no more idea what was going on than I did, and forgetting my own confusion I felt truly sorry for him.

“Stop toying with him,” I muttered, then added, “Professor.”

For a moment there was nothing, just the scent of flowers, the scent of my own arousal, the click and crackle of flames in the wall sconces.

Then Ahset tutted. “Very well. It looks like you’ve made a friend, Sebek-khu. I believe that’s a first for you.” She giggled and I let it go in the hope that she would grow weary of pursuing the guards and return her attention to me.

I was rewarded with what I hoped would be the final stroke of the whip. It landed lower than the others, cutting into the tops of my thighs and biting my exposed pussy. I whimpered, my clitoris ringing with sensation that lay somewhere between agonising pain and absolute pleasure. I felt a gush of liquid leak from my cunt and wanted desperately to stroke myself, to bring myself an orgasm, but knew that doing so would only result in more strikes with the whip. While I was able to hold out against four, the thought of five made my mind cower. If I thought there might be more, I might even use my safe word.

“Thank you, Roxhana,” I said, and took a deep, settling breath.

“Have you learnt your lesson?”

I waited, then heard her laugh.

“You may answer.”

“Yes, Roxhana, I’m very grateful that you’re my teacher.”

“Oh, how delightful.” She purred the words. “I think this is going to be the start of something very special, but I’m satisfied that you’ve taken your punishment for today. I imagine you’re bursting to masturbate, aren’t you, slave? Or perhaps you’d like me to lick your slit until you fill my mouth with your climax? You may speak, tell me your thoughts.”

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Open Invitation

Andres looked up and beyond Sabrina, as she looked up at him. She followed his gaze to a single red balloon up in the air, but she wondered if he was covertly looking at Gráinne and Paulo. She looked up at him again, and realized she was not breathing.

He did not look down at her, but his hand firmly gripped her shoulder. Feeling foolish looking at him when he was not looking at her, Sabrina turned back to the window where Gráinne was getting more than a finger from Paulo now. It seemed Gráinne too looked up at the red balloon, her legs creeping about Paulo’s as he moved in and out of her.

Sabrina could barely stand it, her own body on fire, and Andres just touching the surface. If someone walked into this house they would wonder at what kind of kinkery was going on there. With her and Andres as voyeurs, and Gráinne and Paulo fucking on the outside like their lives depended on it. Someone walking in might wonder if it was just a display, or an open invitation?

Andres still gripped her shoulder, as there was a blinding flash of lightning and the rain poured to punctuate its departure. Gráinne and Paulo were not deterred as they took off their suddenly soaking clothes, even as they continued to be joined as one. They removed damp clothes until they finally coupled completely naked by the poolside. Sabrina was sure there would be a bruise on her shoulder the way that Andres’s hand gripped at it.

At her.

Transfixed by the furious lovemaking that she watched and for once was not a part of, she licked her parched lips. Gráinne looked at Paulo with such fierce desire, it looked like she both wanted him and wanted to destroy him. His back was littered with scratches as she dug into it while they fucked. The rain stopped suddenly, and their wet bodies remained joined in the added heat and humidity.

Sabrina turned around, and Andres barred her from walking past him.

“What? What?” she questioned throughly frustrated. Even when she had been confused about what was going to happen with her and Gavin, she had not felt like Andres was making her feel now.

“Nusch?”

Graham’s voice echoed through the house, and everyone froze in place.

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Guest Blogger Asrai Devin’s More Than Friends Will Leave You Breathless!!!

Simply put, Asrai Devin takes my breath away! Her erotica is like “Velvet.” With her new book More Than Friends coming out, I asked her for a return guest appearance to leave you breathless as well!

I love her writing and her taste so much, that I have added her as one of the elite curators of SexySmut where you can now read erotica that she has selected. But first, please read the following by her and swoon with me!

Chloe looked in the mirror. Cam model, cam girl. She was selling her body and having tons of orgasms and making enough money to pay her increased rent and put some savings away. Sure she lost some free time, but the benefits were immense. Like her newest and most mysterious client, CallMeSir.

She had emailed him in between shows and doing her weekend chores. He didn’t have a show until Tuesday, that was his night, but she enjoyed connecting with him over email far too much.

Her notification pinged and she grabbed the phone, pressing the button. She read it twice while she leaned on the bathroom counter, first with curiosity, then with a smile and growing hum between her thighs. He preoccupied much of her thoughts. Probably too much for a guy who paid to see her strip from behind a computer screen.

She was surprised by how quickly she felt a strong connection to a man she had never seen, a man she only spoke with via a text medium. But he made her laugh and aroused her with just typed words on a screen.

Today’s email was a detailed description of what he’d like to do to her. It would take hours to do it all, and likely she’d pass out from sensory overload, but the fantasy of it roused her interest.

She glided to her bed, stretching out on the soft sheets, pulling her vibrator from under the pillows. She focused on his words, letting them run over her body, teasing her, coming to life inside of her until she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. WIth his name on her lips, the image she created of him in her mind, she let herself fall over the edge.

If you want the backstory for this couple, take a look at this post on Asrai’s blog! And if you want even more–click here for a preview of the first four chapters of More Than Friends!

Triangle

Sabrina felt herself shiver from head to toe just thinking about Andres, and even more so because she knew that he could see her well from the poolside. She was completely naked because she could not stop now—it would look conspicuous wouldn’t it? Even after he had asked her to stop?

She could see the disdain on his face but there was nothing she could about it, because this was the way it was going to be. She already had Graham directing her life, and it was not going to be Andres’ turn now.

When she stood up, Gráinne was at her side immediately, and Andres and Paulo trailed them in the distance. Sabina knew she did not have to do much to exaggerate her walk, but she did. She could not look at Andres, but she knew he watched her.

Gráinne waited by the bathtub, waiting to see what she needed and Sabrina sighed. Graham was gone a lot but she was never alone–she was always with Gráinne, Paulo and Andres.

“You can leave me for a few moments,” Sabrina said with her eyes closed and felt the breeze as Gráinne bowed. When she was sure she had left, she opened her eyes.

Sabrina dried herself, threw on a gauzy housecoat and wondered for a moment if she had not always been trying to seduce Andres and Paulo? What had she been doing?

She fell asleep, and when she woke up she was surprised not to see Gráinne. Moaning outside of her window, made Sabina look up to see if it had been raining while she slept. When she went to the window, in the shadows, she saw Gráinne.

Gráinne’s opened blouse would have revealed her plump breasts, if they had not been crushed against Paulo’s chest. He held her bare shoulder and kissed her, while he fingered her. Gráinne’s moans were low, so low they were almost like the wind. A low consistent wind, as she rolled her head against the wall.

Sabrina touched the triangle below her stomach, but that was all. She ached, but there was nothing she could do about it. Swinging around, she crashed into Andres, and looked up at him with trepidation and longing.

He put his hand on her shoulder…

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One Finger

Jeanne was drowsy from the conversation she had had with Sabrina on the road, but she was mesmerized by the emphasis on the one finger. It seemed like that one finger—well Terrence’s one finger—waved before her like the hand on a metronome.

She pulled over deeper into the blackness of the road. Terrence had become her new Scheherazade telling her stories while she was driving so she would not fall asleep. She did not, but she was so horny as he told her what he would do with his one finger that she was wet and sticky. The throbbing from within her made her need to touch herself.

“Are you still driving?” he asked her, and she shook her head then realized he was not there with her.

He was so often not with her that it was painful, because they were together but he was on the road all of the time. It was this particular work project that took him back over and over to Paris. Paris where he had worked with Eliza–where they had fallen in love. Where he was now with Lila—a woman who he kept encountering after a long, thankfully not fatal love chase but now only for work.

But he loved her, he told her he loved her and she loved him so hard what else could she do but believe him?

“No,” she said into the pitch blackness. “I pulled over.”

“I want to see you.”

“You will barely be able to see me, it is black out here. Completely black.”

“I want to see you.”

Jeanne used one hand to Face Time him.

She could see herself on the screen–she looked like something from the Blair Witch Project. Not as frightened, but a bit anxious and her face was damp.

“Where is your other hand?”

“You know exactly where it is, I am

using one finger…”

In the blackness of the night, one finger and Terrence’s encouraging face was all she needed…

When she came, a light flashed randomly on a house numbered 23…

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Scheherazade

Jeanne only really drove in France, so driving in New York—not the city—was something she was not used to. But Sabrina wanted to see her — specifically to see someone who was not Graham.

The huge house was beautiful, but Sabrina standing in front of it looked like a lost princess. She looked like a modernized character from Game of Thrones—an anachronism and regal.

Sabrina walked toward her with a woman running behind her like a lady in waiting, and two men trailing them in the distance. Jeanne took in the scene, as her friend took her hand and walked her through the rooms of the house that looked like pages of Architectural Digest.

Nothing felt real.

Outside, Sabrina removed the vintage wrap that she wore to reveal a barely there swimsuit which she took off altogether. Jeanne knew how Sabrina hated the tan lines that swimsuits left, and seeing Sabrina naked was nothing new to her.

But it might have been to the tall male guards standing faraway watching her. Was her friend that oblivious, or was this some kind of foreplay? Knowing Sabrina there was always a story, like Scheherazade.

“Sabrina…” Jeanne started. “Graham is okay with you being naked in front of the two guards?”

Sabrina looked at Jeanne and shrugged,

“I don’t care anymore Jeanne. I told him I just want to live my life, and not be an object of attention.”

“Naked? The taller guard looks like he is going to burst. He is fixated.”

“Andres?” Sabrina turned and looked at the man. He continued to stare at her, took in every inch of her. “He’s our friend, he used to watch me before when I lived here. He is not even fazed by—“

“Sabrina, the way he is looking at you?”

“Not. Even. Fazed.” Sabrina insisted.

It was when Jeanne was driving back, and settled in a tiny café to Face Time her own man that she got a text from Sabrina:

Fazed?

Much later when she was done, and driving back in her car Sabrina regaled her like the Scheherazade she was. It started when Andres told her that she should not be naked and walking about the compound.

“Why?” she questioned, naked before him. Andres ran his finger—just his finger—from behind her ear, along her neck between her breasts and right below her belly.

“I was wet, dripping with sweat and between my legs from just his finger Jeanne!” Sabrina squealed.

Jeanne smiled as she drove through the sun setting, and thought of the black night that was to follow before she got back to the city.

She would settle for just Terrence’s finger right then…Sabrina was luckier than she was.

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Filled

Charlotte could still feel herself on her fingers—a mixture of her own come and her cooling saliva from when she sucked it off of them. She kept glancing at her phone to see what Harry was going to say in response to her text. Was he going to say anything? It was taking long enough!

“Ms. Russell? There is a meeting in the west conference room.”

Charlotte really had forgotten she was at work. Putting herself together, she smoothed her hair and opened her door to address her assistant’s instant message.

“Carmen? Was there a meeting on my schedule?” she asked.

Carmen shook her head.

“No, it was added by Mr. Meyer’s assistant. I am not even able to look at the details, but it says mandatory,” Carmen added, with furrowed brows.

“Thank you.”

Running back into her office to grab her tablet, Charlotte headed to the west conference room which was barely used. She had been working on a project with Kenneth, but it was awhile before they had to really think about it. It was a long, dark walk to the room, after a point all she could hear was the echo of her heels walking down the hall.

That was until she was grabbed, just as she was going to turn the knob to enter the conference room.

“Spread your legs, you want to show me your wet pussy? Spread your legs.”

It took Charlotte a moment to gather herself, and realize she was in the stairwell with Harry. But it did not take her long to pull her damp thong aside, and to get on the cool floor below her and spread her legs. She used her tablet’s glare to starkly illuminate her wet pussy.

“Can you see?” she taunted him, and moved her fingers in and out of herself.

“Take your fingers out of there because we both know that is not what you want,” he growled.

Limply removing her fingers from inside her, Charlotte looked up at Harry.

“No,” she said quietly, and placed her fingers in her mouth.”

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, because you know that you do not want them there either.”

No,” she repeated dully.

The sound of him unzipping made her pussy clench. Instead of her two fingers, his dick in her mouth was a better option… When she put her hands on his thighs as she sucked him, he pushed them away.

“No hands,” he commanded, as he moved against her mouth.

Charlotte complied, waiting for him to fill her somewhere else. Harry turned her over and on all fours, she did not need her hands…

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Open Mouth

Charlotte felt like Narcissus looking at herself, and the mirror she held was her body of water. Her body trembled from residual orgasm. She definitely preferred an orgasm with someone else—Harry in particular—but she knew how to work herself better than anyone else did.

Of course she only had to think about Harry, and she was wet. Her pussy throbbed, and she could not sit still. She was at the office so it was a bit daring, but she was so raw with lust she could not be bothered with that detail. All of the words on her paperwork blurred before her, as her desire became heavier and heavier.

Her hand slipped between her legs, she just pressed herself so she could stop the throbbing. Instead, her hand throbbed too and her fingers curled over her damp crotch. Feeling the wet spot, she picked up her phone and let it hover over her. She spread her legs wide, in front of the floor to ceiling window so she could see the wet spot and her glistening pussy lips. Charlotte almost wanted to go straight to video on her phone like a below average movie but she did not. She just intermittently took photos of herself rubbing her wetness, she was so horny she came after she just touched herself without anything at all.

Minutes later, she came again.

And again.

Swollen, open and wet, she slipped her thong over her thighs so she could take a picture of her still pulsing pussy.

Selecting all the photos she had taken–her fingers sweetly musky with her come—she sent them to Harry. Then she parted her mouth, and took a quick shot of her upper lips—equally swollen, open and wet.

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