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When In Rome – 04

Author’s NotesCallia gets gang-banged. This chapter is not intended to be about Augustus Caesar. The man in this chapter is entirely fictional, and no disrespect to his name was intended.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No, but she’s prepping for sex. Still hot, IMO.
Scene 02: Augustus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
She hadn’t been fucked in days. Hadn’t even been allowed around any man, and the female slaves who were attending her had been under strict orders not to touch her, or let her touch herself. She felt like she was dying.
The Emperor was coming. That’s why she’d been locked away. Father wanted to bruises on her body to heal. He also wanted her her to be out of her mind; dripping wet, mindlessly starved for cock. It was working. At that moment, she’d do anything to be touched.
She would have to wear clothes today, at least when she went to greet Augustus. Father had garments made for her, especially for today. Over the course of her young life, while she was still at Father’s secret club, the Emperor had been her only client for the first year of her working life. The other club was available only to the richest and most powerful of men of Rome, those who had very much to lose if their secret, illegal predilections got out. The girls were only allowed to work one day a month, for reasons she didn’t understand. Perhaps Father just wanted to keep their holes tight. But the emperor had been there to see her often. Augustus had spent more than a small fortune on her – which was why father had made a show of draping her in illusive, expensive sea silk. He wanted to pretend like she’d been given some part of the Emperor’s coin – when in reality it had done nothing but line her father’s purse.
Golden leaves, not laurels; a circlet of oak, yew and ash leaves – a nod to her mother’s high status in the Celtic world, she guessed – circled her head. Gold, too, were the straps of her sandals, crisscrossing up were slender, tanned calves. Her face had been painted like some of the older whores, thin lines of black khol around her eyes like Egyptian royalty, her lips were pale and shimmered in the light. Her red hair had been lightly curled and teased until it was full and wild. She looked like a young, nubile nymph – a wild, woodland child of the gods.
She’d been oiled for days, and made to lay naked and spread in the sun, turning at regular intervals and it had made her fair skin take on a golden, Roman glow. Her freckles were more prominent, instead of being restricted to her nose, they were sprinkled over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. They hadn’t used enough of the sea silk on her body, but she assumed that was the point. It was sheer to the point of see-through, and when she looked in the mirror she could see the outline of her breasts and her hard nipples standing erect through the draping top. Her cunt was just barely visible through the too-short skirt fashioned from the material, she could just make out the line of her now-hairless little slit. A golden belt was cinched tight around her narrow, young waist. This was no aristocrat’s garment. It was a garment for a rare and expensive whore.
That made her hot. She could feel her knees trembling with the need to be violated. She liked being dressed up to suit a man’s needs, being changed into whatever suited his desires. Like she wasn’t a person at all, just a doll – a toy – to suit a man’s fantasy. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and the way the soft silk brushed her skin made her ache to be filled.
When the door creaked open, she hoped against hope that it was someone there with a cock, or a tongue, or fingers.. Someone who would use her young, aching body.
Her father stood in the doorway, flanked by Gaius.. And Cassius. They were his oldest sons, it made sense that they were the ones with him, but she’d laid awake for days, arms chained above her head fantasizing about Cassius and when she saw him it was all she could do not to beg for his cock.
She, and only she, could tell that the feeling was mutual. Her oldest brother loved what he saw when he looked at her. She stood up straighter, back arched so that her tits jutted out almost imperceptibly.
Her father smiled as his eyes examined her. “Hm. Yes, yes I think that might be perfect. Callia, turn. Bend over.”
Hope soared in her chest as she obeyed. The skirt of her garment raised as she did. It was far too short, and when her hands wrapped around her ankles, her glistening little pink cunt was fully exposed to her father and brothers. She wanted to be mounted, fucked while still in this glorious silk.
They voiced their approval, and she was commanded to kneel before them. She did, knelt in the position she was taught. Her shins on the floor, legs parted wide, back arched to present her tits. She smiled to herself. When she knelt, her cunt was still perfectly visible. Maybe clothes weren’t so bad, after all.
“Come now, Callia. Augustus is on his way.”
She smiled. Surely he would fuck her cunt. Perhaps even let some of his guards use her as well.
As they led her down the hall, she felt Cassius’s hand snake between her legs to slide a finger between the lips of her pussy. No one noticed, but when she looked back at him, his finger was in his mouth.
*AUGUSTUS
Augustus hated the old Greek pimp. What he hated more was that Lykos had something he craved, something he could not buy. He’d wanted to own Callia since the first day he saw her. A sweet, naked virgin who had been so proud when she explained to him that she’d just sucked her father’s cock for the first time. She’d been so eager to tell him that she’d made him cum on the first try. He’d held her on his lap, spat on his hands as he rubbed her little clit as she told him the story in full, explicit detail. What his cock had tasted like, what his balls had felt like in her mouth, how much she’d loved it when her father had ordered her to leave his cum on her face until it dried.
She had squirmed and writhed against his fingers, getting as aroused by her recounting of the memory as she was by his hands on her cunt. He hadn’t been permitted to penetrate her, not even with a finger. It had infuriated him. He was not a man accustomed to being told no. He had ended up bartering with the old greek, paying three times her virgin price just to lay his cock against her, hold her cunt lips around it and jack his cock against her slit. He would have given Lykos anything but his empire to have fucked her that day. He’d received a promise that he would be the one to deflower her. And he had, a little over a year later.
He wanted to own her that moment, but his position -and his wife- would not allow that.
Today he was visiting her again, as a treat. Not for him, but for his six most favored guards. They’d served him well these past years, and he knew Callia was the perfect reward. And after they had used her, he would bury himself in a cunt he’d been fantasizing about for a very long time.
And then she was standing in front of him, barely clothed, made up like the finest little whore in all of Rome. Which she truly was. Young and eager, she whole-heartedly enjoyed everything that was done to her. That’s what made Callia so special. There was never a moment when he’d believed anything he’d done to her had been against her will.
He could feel the mood of the men around him changing, becoming hungry as they stared at her. Through her dress, anyone could see her body, young and supple. Pretty little freckled tits, a tight slit, round ass. Yes, all six of his guards would enjoy her. And he would watch.
She greeted him eagerly, and he could feel the heat of her body against his as he embraced her. His men groped her, hands on her tits, up her skirt to squeeze her ass and explore her cunt as she greeted each one of them in turn.
Her father ushered them all into a room set up for the festivities. Wine and food was abundant, areas were set up so that he, her brothers, and her father could watch. Callia was shaking as she was ordered to kneel, her little cunt exposed and soaking as she watched the men exchange greetings. She’d grown older, filled out, but she hadn’t changed. A whore was still a whore.
His men examined her. Rough hands on her soft skin, the shoved their fingers in her mouth. Bent her over to fondle her ass, spread her legs and ass wide open to see her tight little holes. Her lips parted in something close to a scream as one of his men’s fingers forced open her asshole.
“She’s been deprived for days.” Lykos informed him, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s body.
He could tell. She was licking and biting at her lips furiously as his men inspected her cunt. Two of them had fingers buried in the same hole, and she was forcing her hips against their hands. Finally one of his men filled her waiting mouth, and she sucked his cock greedily. She took it down her throat without even trying to wet it. She gagged around it even as she pushed her hips back, fucking the fingers that were inside her. He could see her thighs shaking, even from across the room.
“Somebody fuck the little bitch already,” Gaius, Lykos’s second son muttered next to him, and he laughed.
“Please,” Callia added, her mouth still around the head of his soldier’s cock.
One of his men, Cladius was only too happy to oblige. When Callia bent her body out to him, he slipped his cock inside her from behind. Cladius dug his fingers into her hips as he pounded inside and Callia went wild. She was no passive whore. She never missed a stroke of Quintus’s cock as she slammed her ass back on the cock impaling her. He could hear her moans muffled by the cock down her throat while she got her sweet little pussy pounded. Some of Lykos’s other girls knelt as his feet, and he guided his cock into the waiting mouth of one of them. A pretty young dark haired girl with tiny tits. He pulled her hair as she swallowed his cock, and he watched his men lay Callia down on the stone floor. One of his men held her arms, pinning her down with one hand and slapped her face repeatedly as Cladius pounded her cunt. She was screaming, begging them to fuck her harder, telling them in graphic and explicit terms just how badly she wanted to be covered in their cum. Two of them shredded her garment off her body, exposing the shaking, sweet little tits. They assaulted them, slapping them until they were a violent red before licking and biting on her little nipples. The man holding her arms slammed his cock back inside her mouth, and she had her first of many orgasms that day with a cock in her mouth, one in her cunt, and a different mouth on each of her tits.
*CALLIA
Six cocks. Six deliciously thick cocks, all belonging to men she’d never seen before. And she was going to be fucked by them all. Her cunt was soaked, already being penetrated violently. None of them would go easy on her, because she wasn’t a woman. She was a whore. An object. She was made especially for their pleasure, three willing holes created solely to be filled with their cum.
She sucked the cock in her mouth like her life depended on it. Her cheeks and tits were stinging from their violent slaps and she savored the feeling of her lips being stretched wide, the way the head of his cock was forced down her throat over and over, barely giving her time to breathe.
The man pulled out of her cunt before he could cum, and she was jerked up, and rolled onto his stomach, her back to his chest. Two of the men grabbed her calves, stretching her legs wide open as she felt the man under her guiding his cock to the entrance of her tight little ass hole.
“Oh, yes. Yes please,” She begged him. “Put your dick in my ass, please. Please put your fucking dick in my ass.”
He obliged her, and she screamed, half pain, half ecstasy as his thick cock slid inside her tightest hole. She knew this position, knew what was coming, why her cunt was still empty and accessible. Even as the man beneath her assaulted her ass, she watched another taking his position between her legs. She shuddered, every inch of her body shaking as he shoved his cock in her dripping wet cunt. She whimpered, eyes closed, just taking it all in, the men fucking her there in front of her audience. She turned her head to find her father.
“Look. Look at me, Daddy.” She begged. “Daddy, I have two big cocks inside me, see?”
Her father nodded, shoving his cock deep inside another whore’s mouth.
He licked his lips before speaking, his voice shaky. “Yes, baby I know. I see you. Take those dicks like a good girl.”
Every set of eyes in the room were focused on her, every man getting his cock stroked or jerked by one of the slaves on the floor. Even Cassius had his cock buried deep in some blonde’s throat.
She was a good girl, so she made sure to squeeze her cunt and ass around the cocks inside her, staying so fucking tight as they fucked her. The other guards squeezed her tits and slapped her face, fisting their cocks in their hands waiting for their own turns inside her.
She could feel the man under her tensing, his strokes even fucking rougher than they had been before. He was breathing heavily, his lips against her ear.
“Do you actually like this, you filthy whore?” He asked as his fingers dug into her hips.
She moaned. “Yes. Yes, I love it. Oh Gods, I fucking love your cock in my ass.”
His nails dug in, hard enough to hurt her, and she knew. He had just pumped her little ass full of his cum.
Both men pulled out, and she was bent over. Her ass was spread, facing the couch where the other men sat, so that they could see the first load of cum she’d taken. And then the man who had fucked her pussy earlier slammed himself into her asshole.
He took her hair in his fist, and held her face down against the hard stone floor as he rammed his cock in her ass, deep enough and hard enough to hurt despite the pounding she’d already taken. He slapped her ass with his other hand as he penetrated her.
It didn’t take him long, she was begging with her face being held firmly against the floor, and after about ten more violent strokes, he rolled her over by her hair and shoved his sock in her face. She opened her mouth so eagerly, but her came before he could even get it past her lips. She could taste his cum on her tongue, and feel it hot and sticky on her lips.
She was rewarded with a vicious slap for making him cum too soon. He held her by the hair, and she presented her open, cum-filled mouth to the spectators.
And then she was filled again. Two of them tried to stick their cocks in the same hole, but the emperor wouldn’t let them. He planned on using her later.
They looked irritated, but agreed, and then one slammed his cock in her ass while the other took her pussy. They had done this before, she could tell. Fucked the same women at the same time, because their thrusts were as perfectly timed as daddy’s and Hectors had been. When the man in her pussy wrapped his hands around her throat, it was only two more rough strokes before she came around both of their cocks, being chocked reminded her of Cass, and the thought that he was watching made her fucking crazy. Her eyes locked with his as her body spasmed around two other men’s cocks. He.. He actually smiled at her. It was a frightening smile, one that promised punishment, but a smile none the less.
She threw her head back, and it cracked against the stone floor as the man under her, rolled her off of him and onto the ground. They rolled her over, and knelt over her as they pumped their cocks just inches from her face. She opened her mouth, smiling widely, dizzy and euphoric. When they came it was in unison, and it dripped over the lower part of her face, mouth, chin, cheeks, nose. She just laid against the floor, her body aching and lazy, almost broken.
But she wasn’t finished yet.
She was hefted to her knees, ass in the air as one of the last two men buried himself in her ass, and the other shoved his cock down her throat. She choked on it, but sucked hungrily, hoping he would end up spaying his seed down her throat. She hadn’t got to taste enough.
The man in her ass took his time. His thrusts were not rough and hungry like the other men, but they were violent just the same. He held her hair in his hands, and shoved so deep with every carefully slow thrust. His hand reached down around her hips, and he pinched her sensitive little clit between his fingers as he fucked her ass and watched her sloppily suck the cock in front of her.
She rotated her hips in small circles, both for the sensation it would give his cock, and the sensation it would give her overworked little clit. She grinned around her cock, felling that next orgasm starting to build, heat pooling. It gave her her second wind, and she looked up at the man in her mouth as she balanced on one hand and used the other to cup his balls. He petted her head in encouragement, voicing his approval in a soft groan. She held his balls in her hand as she felt her legs tighten, her knees shaking as her body prepared. She let go, trying to scream, but only succeeded in gagging and choking around his thick cock. His dick spasmed in her mouth and she felt it, that hot, salty seed hitting the back of her throat.
The man behind her shoved one last, painfully rough thrust deep inside her ass, and held her there as she felt his cock jerking inside her. Spent, he shoved her away and she collapsed, filthy, cum covered and exhausted. She curled up on the floor wearing nothing but her sandals and tiny gold belt, eyes closed, but smiling as the room erupted in applause.

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Bound together (Chapter 3) Supernatural Hellfic

It was a new day and she found herself on the rack as usual. She was expecting to see her torturer but he was nowhere to be found. She trembled as she remembered the promise he’d made the previous day and felt her heart racing. She took deep breaths and tried to calm down.
Suddenly, the restraints lost their hold on her and she fell to the ground. She looked around again and noticed that the rack and her cage were both gone. Instead, she was standing in a huge black room…naked. Nobody seemed to be around but her, and it was completely empty except for a chaise lounge.
She approached it and felt the rich red velvet of the upholstery with her hand. It was soft and inviting. She was extremely tired and only wanted to sleep or rest but that was impossible. There was no sleep in hell and resting was out of the question since most of the time she had to keep her guard up. However, seeing no one around, she took her chances and lay down on it. She felt the softness of the velvet on her bare skin and managed to relax. She was lying on her back and her chest was slowly rising and falling with her deep breaths. She’d finally managed to calm down…and didn’t hear him approaching her.
He looked at her with prying eyes for a long time. She was naked, her pearly skin and dark hair contrasting against the redness of the velvet. She looked peaceful and was almost smiling. Then, she opened her eyes slowly and saw him standing next to her. She panicked and jumped up and away from the chaise lounge. He was naked, too, and remembering their previous encounter she thought “Oh, no, this is bad”.
He slowly and sensually lay down and smiled at her saying “Hi, doll, come over here” patting the chaise lounge. She found herself walking mechanically straight towards him. She had no control over her own body. She wanted to scream and run away but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
She was soon standing next to him as if waiting for further instructions. He looked up at her and began stroking her hips and waist. “I told you I had something special for today. How do you like this place? Quiet, private, and nice, right?” She felt her head nodding and realized she was nothing but his puppet. She then looked down and saw him growing hard already and thought “Oh, no, no, no!”
He made her sit on his lap facing him, her legs spread to both sides, straddling him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were resting on her hips. He gently stroked her and smiled at her. “Kiss me,” he suddenly commanded. She pressed her lips against his and brushed gentle kisses on them. Next, she licked them and softly pushed her tongue inside his mouth. She slowly explored every inch of it and massaged his tongue with hers. He was on the receiving end this time, or so he wanted to pretend. She hated this. She hated what he was doing and the worst part was that she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.
When they parted the kiss, he said “I knew you were a good kisser, baby. That was really nice.” He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair. He left a trail of soft kisses down her neck and licked her collarbone. Suddenly, she felt heat building inside her. Her body was betraying her, she felt her growing arousal and wanted to scream and run away. He noticed and smirked, whispering in her ear “Oh, no, honey, we’re just getting started.”
He kept kissing her and roaming her body with his hands. He let his fingers explore every inch of her smooth skin. He cupped her breasts and slid lazy fingers down her back all the while looking into her eyes. He went on kissing and licking her front, and then started nibbling her earlobes and neck.
He became increasingly aggressive and dug his fingers on her butt while he nibbled and then bit her nipples. She shook in pain and he seemed to be turned on by it as he began biting harder. She felt tears running down her face and blood trickling down her breasts. Then she realized what he was doing. He was actually drinking from her: he was licking her breasts and sucking the blood from her abused reddened nipples. She looked down at him and found him looking back at her, his lips crimson with her blood and his green eyes lustful and glowing.
In that moment, she felt his erection against her thigh. He suddenly grabbed her hips, lifted her high up in the air and pushed her down in a single motion impaling her in him. She opened her eyes widely, screamed in pain, and pulled her head back as he thrust violently.
She felt him tearing her apart and couldn’t do a thing to stop him. Her back was arched and her arms were wrapped around him. He looked at her, licked his lips and said “I wanna go deeper inside you, princess” in a husky voice. Her arms immediately unhooked from him and fell back, hands resting on his thighs till she was almost lying on her back on top of him. Her legs were fully stretched out and her feet were resting on the ground as her body violently rocked back and forth farther down into him.
She then realized what he’d done: he’d made her change the angle so that he could go deeper inside of her. He was filling her completely, he’d never been that deep inside of her and she felt waves of excruciating pain washing over her entire body. The worst part wasn’t even the pain but that she couldn’t do anything to stop him. It was far worse than being on the rack. To anyone looking at them, they would’ve seemed lovers having hot sex, when she was actually being raped.
She rode him for what seemed to be hours and, when he was finally done with her, he pushed her back into his arms and held her still while he kissed her tenderly. He stroked her long mane and drew soothing circles on the small of her back. Then, he wrapped his arms around her tighter and she felt she was slowly regaining control of herself. She squirmed a little but he was still half hard inside of her and moving on top of him was making him grow hard again so she thought it wiser to stay still. He smiled and stroked her back as he said “Say you’re mine, sweetheart. Say it.” This time he didn’t sound angry. He was sweetly whispering in her ear.
She felt trapped in his arms. She couldn’t move because it’d make things worse so she was choosing not to do it, and it was terrible because he knew it, and was enjoying it. She was lying on top of him, he was still inside her, and there were no restraints holding her there, she was choosing to lie still in his arms. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She couldn’t believe it, he was acting as if they were lovers, as if she’d actually chosen to be with him…and she couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her eyes and buried her head on the small of his neck. He felt her tears on his chiseled chest and whispered in her ear “It’s ok, beautiful. You’ll give in to me. It may take a little longer than I thought, but you will.” He stroked her hair and brushed soft kisses on her head while she wept.

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Falling In Love With Kyle-Chapter 3

Okay, here’s Chapter 3, finally! Sorry about the wait, I know its irritating. I did it as fast as I could. I hope you like it. Leave comments, send me PM’s, you know, all that stuff. 🙂
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“What’s your favorite color?” We were out on yet another date when he suddenly asked me this question at dinner. I looked at him, slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow, but answered, nonetheless.
“Pink, definitely.” Kyle laughed at my response. “What’s yours?”
“Pink, definitely.” It was my turn to laugh. I never expected he would be so goofy. Before I knew him, he just seemed quiet and smart and the opposite of Jason and Travis. Now that I’m getting to know him, I’ve realized he’s funny and playful, as well as smart, and quiet, but at the right times, not all the time. Other times, he can be loud and fun.
“Nah, it’s blue. Favorite food?”
“Goldfish. You?”
He laughed again. “Pineapple. But goldfish…really? Why goldfish?”
“What are you talking about? Goldfish are cheesy and delicious.”
He looked thoughtful for a minute, and then nodded. “I’ll give you that one. Favorite thing about me?”
I laughed. That was a good question. We were on one of our very many dates in the last three months. We hadn’t exactly made it official, but neither of us seemed to be interested in other people. And during these dates, I had noticed so many little things about him that I adored. His sense of humor; the way he could make you laugh at any time. The way he was such a gentleman, always opening doors and pulling out chairs for me. The way his soft lips felt against mine when he kissed me. The way he doesn’t pressure me, because I’m not ready to have sex with him.
“Am I allowed to say everything?”
“Nope.”
I chuckled. “Your smile… and laugh. And sense of humor. And the way you kiss me, and hold my hand. Your hugs… even your smell.”
He smiled. “So… everything?”
I laughed and nodded. “I told you. What about you? What’s your favorite thing about me?”
He smiled and took my hand from across the table. “Your ears.”
I rolled my eyes, but laughed. He stood up from the table, keeping my hand in his and I did the same. He led me out of the restaurant and back to his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I started to get into the car, but he stopped me, pulling my body close. I smiled up at him as he gazed into my eyes. I stood up on my tip toes and closed the distance between lips, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt his soft and firm lips pressing against mine.
I felt his lips form a smile against mine, and I couldn’t help smiling back. One of his hands was firmly on my lower back as his other inched its way up my spine, finally finding the back of my neck and settling there, holding my face to his as his lips moved against mine. My fingers were placed gently on either side of his face, pulling him closer to me, as I deepened the kiss.
Despite moments like these, when I wanted to rip all his clothes off of him, Kyle and I hadn’t had sex yet. I don’t know if it was us not really being together, together, or if I just wasn’t ready since Travis. And despite the fact that every time his lips came near mine, I was completely his for the taking, he hadn’t taken advantage of it. He knew I didn’t want to do anything, and respected it. Usually stopping himself and me before we got too hot and heavy.
He did this just now, pulling back and moving his hands back to mine. I pouted slightly and he chuckled. “Don’t pout; you’ll make me feel bad.”
I laughed and kissed his lips once more before getting into the car.
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About a half hour later, we were back at campus, on our way to my dorm, where Kyle always insisted on walking me to after our dates. My hand was in his big, warm one, leading me, because he knew the way so well.
We got to my door, where he always kissed me goodnight, sweetly and gently. He did it again tonight, the same as always, but tonight I didn’t want him to leave. I always hesitated, not sure whether to invite him in or not, afraid of what would happen if I did, and usually choosing the latter. Tonight I had no hesitation as I opened my door, letting him in.
He seemed surprised, but not in a bad way. He glanced around my room, chuckling as he took in the pink surroundings.
I sat nervously on the edge of my bed as he looked at the pictures hanging on my walls. He eventually turned to me, looking more nervous than I imagined I did, and sat next to me.
I turned to him, suddenly concerned that something was wrong, searching my mind for something, but coming up blank. He was fine a few minutes ago; what could have happened since he came in here that’s upset him?
“Emma, I… I need to ask you something.” I nodded, wanting him to continue. “I want you to know that I really like you. I haven’t looked at another girl the way I look at you in… a long time. You’re the most beautiful, wonderful girl that I have ever met, and I never want to jeopardize what we have.” He took both of my hands in his, but continued. “There is a very real chance that I am about to fall completely in love with you. And I need to know if you feel the same way. Because as much as I like you, I don’t think I can handle having you break my heart.” He looked down at our hands with these last words.
My heart raced as my mind tried to process his words. Did I feel the same way? I knew that I liked him, a lot. I didn’t want to lead him on. But I didn’t know if I was capable of being enough of what he wanted. I didn’t know if I could be good enough for him. When, or even if, we ever had sex, could I satisfy him? Would he be disappointed? I was definitely not a virgin, but the only guy I was ever with was Travis. We’d had sex, but it was never really anything special for me. It was like a chore, and I never really wanted it, let alone enjoyed it. Did I have enough experience to please him? I couldn’t stand the thought of falling short of his expectations. I tried to shake it from my mind and concentrate on whether or not I wanted to be with him.
“Kyle, I… I don’t…” I didn’t know how to continue. I bit my lip. “Are you sure that you want me? Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer one of the hundreds of girls fawning over you? I just don’t feel like I’m… good enough for you. I don’t want you to be disappointed with me.” I met his eyes again, and he looked confused.
“What are you talking about? I don’t think it’s possible that you could disappoint me. Nothing you say or do would ever. Why would you even think that?”
I shrugged, silently.
“Is it about sex? You know that I’m not pressuring you, and I want to wait until you’re ready. I know that your relationship with Travis was weird and he didn’t treat you half as well as you deserve and he didn’t satisfy you the way he should have.” I looked at him, curiously. “He used to talk about you to a lot of people. He said you never enjoyed him, like you should have. He always thought he was so great. But, I want to satisfy you. I want to give you what you deserve, if you’ll let me. I want to give you whatever you want. Please, just let me.” His thumb brushed under my chin, tilting my head up.
“Emma, please.” His eyes were pleading with me, begging me for approval.
I didn’t want anyone else; that was for sure. I thought of his lips against mine earlier tonight. I felt comfortable with him, and safe. I glanced at our intertwined fingers and felt the warmth that his hands brought to me. I remembered his hugs, his laugh, his smile. The sparkle in his eye when he looks at me. I loved seeing it there, and I loved causing it. He said he could fall in love with me. I think I could fall in love with him, too. I was already halfway there.
I took a deep breath and looked back up at him, and was met with is anxious and waiting gaze. “Yes,” It came out as a whisper.
His eyes brightened slightly. “Yes? Yes, what?”
I smiled. “To everything. Yes, I feel the same way. Yes, I want to fall totally and completely in love with you. Yes, I want to be with you. If that’s what you’re asking…”
A big smile grew on his face and he pulled me into him, kissing me again. I let out a relieved breath against his lips and he pulled back, still smiling. I forced myself to smile, to convince him I was okay, when I really wasn’t.
I still wasn’t convinced I was enough. I didn’t want to break his heart, but I didn’t want mine to be broken, either. I was sure that once I gave myself to him, he would realize I’m not this perfect girl he thinks I am.
It didn’t seem to work, though as his smile began to fade from his face.
“Emma, what’s wrong?” I shook my head, trying not to let him see the worry in my face.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry. I just…I’m really tired.” He wasn’t convinced. He moved a strand of hair out of my eyes, searching my face for a sign of what was wrong.
“Are you sure? You seem really upset. Is it… is it this? Us? Do you not want it?” He seemed to be struggling to get the words out, not wanting to jinx it.
I shook my head quickly. “I do want it. It’s not that, I promise. It’s really nothing; I just need to get some sleep.” I stood up, and he did as well.
I wanted him to leave, I needed to think. I didn’t, however, want him to think it had anything to do with him, so I wrapped my arms around him tightly, and finally felt him do the same.
I pulled back after several minutes, and pulled him to the door, opening it and stepping out. I kissed his lips gently.
“Goodnight, Kyle. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
He nodded, but didn’t look like he wanted to leave me, and started to turn around, walking away from me.
I felt a pang of guilt after I saw the sad look on his face as he backed away from me.
“Wait…Kyle?”
He turned back to me slowly. “Yeah?”
I smiled shyly. “So, uh…does that make me… your girlfriend?”
He smiled and took a few steps towards me, closing the distance between us. “Do you want that?”
I nodded. “I would like that very much.” He smiled and kissed me one more time.
“Goodnight, Emma.” I smiled and turned back to my room once he had left.
I thought about how I felt about Kyle and I as I undressed and got into bed. I knew I liked him a lot and I wanted to try to be with him. I just hoped I could handle being in a relationship again.
I started to imagine what it would be like to really be with Kyle. How his lips would feel against mine while he made love to me. How his hands would feel caressing my body. His naked body pressed against mine, as he thrusts in and out of me.
I started to feel a dampness forming in my panties at these thoughts. I couldn’t help letting my fingers slip under my shirt, sliding up my stomach and tracing around the curves of my C-cup breasts. I circled a fingertip around my nipple and a small moan escaped my lips. My other hand went in the other direction, down over my hips and slipping under the shorts I wore that hugged my heart-shaped ass tightly.
I slowly traced over the lips of my slightly wet pussy as my breathing picked up. I imagined what it would feel like if Kyle were the one making me feel this way. I rubbed my finger in circles at my slit, and then made my way up to my clit, flicking my finger over it. I moaned slightly louder as my finger found the circular pattern on my clit that had pushed me over the edge so many times before, when Travis had failed to please me. He only thought of himself, and his own needs. I had never cum with him. Kyle could make me cum, I thought as I felt my orgasm nearing. I rubbed a little faster and a little harder, getting closer every second, and moaning louder. He could take care of me in this way.
I pictured Kyle’s lips and tongue moving down over my stomach to my swollen pussy. His tongue would slowly move up my slit, inching closer to my clit, finding the path my finger had just taken.
I rubbed harder, still. I was so close.
Kyle’s tongue would circle and flick over and around my clit. His mouth would finally latch onto my throbbing clit and begin to suck hard.
I moved my other hand down into my pants, sliding my middle finger into the wet folds of my pussy. I let out a deep moan and kept rubbing my clit as I pumped my finger in and out quickly.Fuck. Oh, god.
I was getting closer every second as I pictured Kyle between my legs, licking and sucking on my pussy. His hands would move to rub my thighs, and his mouth would suck harder.Yes, Kyle, yes. Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop.
My legs began to shake and I bit my lip hard, still rubbing my clit and thrusting my finger deep into me. With a few last thrusts and rubs, I was in ecstasy.
I gasped as the orgasm took over my body, moaning louder than I should have been, not worrying about people next door hearing me.
My legs shook and my mind went blank. I kept rubbing as hard as I could, not caring that the muscles in my hand were tensing up.
I squealed as the last tremors of my orgasm slowed. I let out a slow, deep breath and felt my heart relax. I pulled both hands out of my shorts and settled back into bed.
After the intense orgasm I had just thinking about Kyle and I having sex, one thing was very clear.
I wanted to have sex with him, very soon.
The next morning I woke up feeling much better than I had the night before. Something about my little fantasy about Kyle had really warmed me up to the idea of having sex with him.
So much, in fact, that I was planning on asking him to come over for dinner that night.
I had laid in bed planning the evening for much of that Saturday morning, when finally, a knock on my door roused me out of bed.
I hesitated answering as I was wearing nothing but those tight shorts and a baggy t-shirt from the night before.
I did anyways, and instantly wished I hadn’t, because Kyle was standing in front of me.
He was carrying a large bouquet of pale pink and green roses, my favorite flowers, and a big smile on his face. He didn’t even seem fazed by my strange pajamas.
He stepped into my room, kissing me deeply. “Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend.” He smiled against my lips and put the flowers into my arms. “I like the sound of that.”
I went and rummaged through the kitchen for a vase, still in an early morning daze. That and the fact that I was really confused about Kyle’s showing up here so early. After finding one, I set them on my table.
Kyle snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and earning him a small gasp as he surprised me, and he chuckled.
“I was thinking we could do something tonight,” He whispered in my ear, causing goose bumps to spread over my body.
“I was thinking the same thing. What did you have in mind?” I could feel him shrug his shoulders.
“I’m not quite sure. You have any ideas?”
I smiled and nodded. “As a matter of fact, I do. How about you just meet me here at 7?”
He let go of my waist and turned my body to face him. His lips brushed lightly against mine, and I had to stop myself from changing the plans and just ravishing him right there. I looked up at him and saw the lust in his eyes.
He wants this as bad as I do.
You would think this would make me want to take him right there even more, but it did the opposite. I wanted the night to be perfect.
He kissed me again, firmly, passionately, and yet still so gently. I finally broke the kiss when a list of things I needed to do for the night entered my mind.
I looked back up at him and smiled. “So…7?” He nodded, and was on his way out the door once more. I followed him and leaned against the door as he turned around, a curious expression on his face.
“What do you have planned for tonight, Emma?”
I giggled, and shook my head. “It’s a surprise. All you need to do is show up tonight. Oh, and wear something nice.”
He laughed at the mischievous smile on my face, and kissed me one last time before heading out the door.
He paused as he began to go down the hall, and turned back to me. “You look really sexy in tight shorts and baggy shirts, by the way.” He smiled and was actually leaving this time.
“Don’t be late!” I called after him.

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An unexpected seduction 3

this will probably last chapter in the series. if you didn’t read the first two, you might be a little lost, but its pretty easy to figure out what had happened. This concludes the story, so enjoy! As always i adore comments. Unnecessarily negative ones should please be accompanied by links to your own stories, otherwise i won’t let myself be bad about them and your effort will be wasted.

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Sexual Healing – Part Three

The bottoms of the dark silken pajamas hung low on Kim’s full hips, accentuating the wonderful flare from her trim waist to her fullbuttocks. Her ass twitched enticingly through the material and Connie stopped in the bedroom doorway to watch and savor.
How can she be so beautiful and sexy? Connie thought. She barely noticed the room’s furnishings — the dresser and armoire, the plush rug, the floor-to-ceiling drapes — because her eyes focused on the queen-size bed and the woman standing before it and turning to face her.
Kim raised her arms to Connie and the petite ballet instructor wasted no time in going to her — and those fabulous breasts. She took one in each hand and hefted them, then bent and mouthed each huge nipple. When both were thoroughly slicked, Connie stretched up on her tiptoes and began rubbing her own engorged nozzles against Kim’s unusual nipples. The sensation of nipples against nipples sent shivers of pleasure through her lithe little frame. She slowly dropped to her knees, her tongue out and busy on the firm, indrawn flesh of Kim’s tummy as she pulled the pajama bottoms down and for the first time saw Kim completely naked.
The hairs around Kim’s cunt were like those on her head — reddish blonde and abundant. Her thighs were pale and full with their firm youth. Connie pushed Kim back and the younger woman sat on the bed, letting Connie part her thighs and lick from her knees to her crotch and back down.
Connie felt transported by what she was doing — electrified. She felt all the tiny, soft hairs on her forearms standing up as if a current was running through her. Something about the musky, post-workout scent of this young woman — so long desired — and the tautness of her pale flesh tingled through her entire body. Every part of her seemed to vibrate of its own accord and in harmony with every other part of her physique. She wanted to return pleasure for pleasure a hundred-fold and immerse herself in sybaritic abandon.
Kim’s scent was rich, almost intoxicating. No matter how much Connie wanted to delay and tease, as she licked and nibbled those trembling, smooth thighs, she was drawn inexorably back to moist center of her lover’s lush furred cunt.
With a moan of surrender, Connie spread Kim’s labia. The lips were thick and prominent and all the more so for being swollen with lust. The juices glistened brightly, even in the low light filtering into the bedroom from the open door to the living room. At the apex of her pussy lips was the protruding nodule of Kim’s swollen clitoris.
With thumb and forefingers holding wide Kim’s cunt lips, Connie blew softly across the pink opening glimpsed within. She saw Kim’s cunt contract automatically and watched the little lift and hump of her engorged clit. It was almost as if the small bundle of nerve-covered flesh was leaping upward to capture more of Connie’s hot breath.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Connie ducked her head forward and licked out with the tip of her tongue, a long, slow, savory tasting of the juicy valley. Kim moaned and shuddered and Connie felt her hands come down to grip her dark-curled head and pull her closer.
She opened her mouth wide and dropped it down over Kim’s cunt, covering the entire area with her hot oral cavity. She felt Kim’s thighs quiver and slowly press down on her head and ears, trapping her there. Connie released her finger-hold on Kim’s cunt lips and began licking and sucking and — yes, even chewing (carefully) for all she was worth. As she slipped her hands under Kim’s taut ass cheeks, she stiffened her tongue and pressed as far into Kim’s cunt as she could reach, enjoying the way Kim tried to capture her pink mouth muscle with her eager cunt. She drew back until she held only the swollen knob of Kim’s clit in her lips and then sucked on it mightily — all the way swiping the tip of her tongue back and forth as rapidly and lightly as she could.
Kim’s shuddering became a frantic, desperate bucking. Her rounded hips humped up off the bed and she shook as if having a fit. Connie could barely hear the moan rise in volume and pitch until it became a shrill wail of pleasure, total and abandoned. She hung suspended like that for long moments while Connie continued teasing at and toying with her tortured clit, unrelentingly driving her farther and farther in her orgasm. Connie simultaneously slid one hand farther beneath her lovely blonde lover and speared her with a forefinger driven into the spasming clutches of Kim’s cunt and an index finger, slicked by copious overflow of lusty lubrications, wedging its way into the fearsome constrictions of Kim’s almost virgin anus.
Kim’s scream was clearly audible to Connie, even through the muffling effect of Kim’s shaking thighs. She wriggled both fingers and felt her young lover stiffen in utter surrender.
Suddenly, Kim fell back to the bed, writhing and shaking and moaning in pleasure. Connie knew the symptoms and knew what was needed. She quickly disentangled herself and crawled up on the bed next to Kim and they lavished desperate kisses and hugs upon each other.
“Oh, so sweet, so sweet, I’d forgotten how sweet,” Kim babbled as she caressed and squeezed Connie. She rolled Connie onto her side in the circle of her arms and two embraced, twining their thighs and rubbing pussies against legs as their hands made free and savored each other’s charms.
The sweetness became leavened with renewed passion. Connie couldn’t stop marveling at the lush curves of her new lover and Kim wascaptivated by the taut, throbbing arousal of the older woman. As the minutes passed, Connie found herself trying to resist the temptation of Kim’s wondrous breasts and amazing nipples — and Kim found herself trying to resist the rich, sweet, musky aroma of Connie’s compact little bush and her tight cunt.
Connie kissed her way down Kim’s chest and began wallowing in the abundance of her breasts. Her lips found and latched onto Kim’s large nipples and then she was drawn lower…across the plane of the young woman’s taut belly and abdomen to her lush cunt. She tried to tease again, but couldn’t resist: Connie’s head ducked between Kim’s long, quivering thighs and she plastered her lips to Kim’s reddish-blonde thatch.
Not that Kim was passive.
Kim guided the smaller woman’s legs till they straddled her, reversed, and pulled Connie’s petite twat down onto her mouth — and feasted. She licked and sucked the entire region, all the time running her hands up and over the smaller woman’s tight ass and tiny waist. Her lips sealed over Connie’s swollen clit and labia and her tongue delved deep into her cunt.
Because of the disparity in their heights, the classic “69” simply wouldn’t work — if lips and tongues were to be fastened to cunnies and clits. But Kim had promised Connie a unique treat — and fulfilling that promise would also restore Connie’s thirsty mouth to Kim’s cunt.
Connie was dribbling her tongue over all over Kim’s smooth abdomen that she could reach — but it wasn’t enough. The curly thatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair beckoned her and the rich scent of Kim’s juices was a siren’s call. Her hands went around Kim’s hips and then clasped her magnificent buttocks. She squeezed hard enough to make the younger woman gasp against her cunt and then began pulling herself lower, relinquishing the delights of Kim’s tongue on her cunt for the satisfaction of feeling Kim’s well-oiled pussy under her lips.
Connie felt the abundant swells of Kim’s tits against her thighs as she wriggled lower. Then Kim was gripping her hips and shifting her… and she felt —
“AHHHH!”
Connie couldn’t restrain the cry of pleasure. She knew what was being done to her, though she’d never felt it before. Even as she buried her cries of pleasure against Kim’s savory cunt, she felt the larger, younger woman pressing her huge nipple in her cunt. The touch was so soft, yet so firm! An, more than that, the idea of it was sending her into paroxysms. The enormous, broad expanse of Kim’s unusual nipple was being rubbed back and forth over Connie’s immensely swollen clitoris and then jammed against the split of her trim pussy. Almost without thinking of it, Connie found her lips locked again around Kim’s pulsating pussy pout while her own hips were beginning to jerk uncontrollably. Connie knew herself and knew she was working up through a succession of smaller orgasms to a real, screaming whopper of a cum… and licked and sucked all the more fervently on her new lover’s cunt.
It was when she worked one hand a bit farther under Kim that the taller woman started to moan loudly. Connie’s fingers pressed against her cunt and Kim found herself almost involuntarily hunching her hips down, trying to capture the probing digits.
Connie rubbed the swollen cunt lips with one finger whilecontinuing to lick. When she sensed Kim couldn’t stand any more, she thrust the finger into Kim’s cunt and then hung on for dear life.
Kim rammed Connie’s little cunt down against her huge nipple and screamed her pleasure as she bucked and heaved. She held the smaller woman’s taut left ass cheek with a knuckle-whitening grip; her other hand squeezed her own tit just as hard and vibrated her enormous nipple area as hard and rapidly as she could against Connie’s swollen cunt.
Connie felt her orgasm swelling in her flat belly and thrust a second finger into Kim’s constricting cunt. The younger woman howled again and bucked for more, so Connie gave her a third — and then a fourth finger. She waggled the four digits inside Kimberly, feeling the juices ripple and flow — and then Connie was caught up in her own peak.
She ground her cunt down, down, down, trying to capture Kim’s gigantic nipple in her aching quim and shuddered with pleasure, moaning and writhing on the soft, lush curves of her overheated Sapphic lover.
After uncounted waves of pleasure had finally washing both of them, they collapsed, half-sobbing with relief, against each other. Connie somehow found the strength to reverse herself and welcomed Kim’s soft, cuddling. She happily, languorously licked her juices from Kim’s still huge nipple, and ten did the same for the other — “So it won’t feel left out,” she explained.
“Mmmmmm.”
Then she lay her head upon the pillows of Kim’s spectacular breasts and savored the gentle undulations of her breathing as Kim wrapped her arms about her.
When Connie stirred, Kim woke, too. Connie turned her face up for a kiss and it quickly became passionate. Kim’s nipples hardened quickly and Connie raced Kim’s. When the kiss finally ended, both were panting.
“I could do this forever,” Kim said, breathlessly.
“So could I — but I’d miss Jerry.” Connie giggled.
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“I want it all!”
“If you had it all, would you share it?”
Connie’s smile faded slowly and became wistful. “I would but Jerry just isn’t interested. Hasn’t been, anyhow.”
“I didn’t mean it that way!”
Connie kissed her lightly on the chin. “Are you sure?”
Kim had a thoughtful expression for the next few moments. Then: “Maybe I did. It’s not a bad idea.”
“I think it’s a terrific idea.” Connie rolled onto her side and ran one hand lightly up and down over Kim’s abundant curves. “And you’d get to find out what it’s like to be really filled up.”
“You filled me up pretty good with your fingers. How many did you have in me?”
“Four.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “No wonder. I can never get more than three in me.”
“Mine are smaller. See?” She held up the accused fingers and wiggled.
“Sure, a little, but sometimes I think there’s something wrong with me. All I can think about is finding a guy with a big one — ”
“Who knows how to use it.”
“Right — but then I wonder if it could get it me. I mean, when I get turned on, it seems like I just squeeze and squeeze and — ” She giggled. Connie was nodded solemnly.
“I know. I felt. Guys must love it. But don’t worry — if a baby’s head will fit through there, anything will.”
“Maybe when I get a little older.”
“Has nothing to do with it. When I was in college, I was into a whole orgy scene for a while. One of the other girl was this sophomore, not much bigger than me — and she liked having a fist in her every now and then.”
Kim’s eyes widened. “A fist?”
“Uh-huh. I mean, first a couple of fingers, then more fingers, then the whole hand. When she really started cumming, she’d take a clenched fist and came so hard she actually lost consciousness a few times. It was kind of a strange turn-on to see a woman my size cumming while a big, hairy guy had his fist, wrist and part of his forearm reaming her out.” Connie shook her head, remembering. “I mean, she was so tight that usually it was hard work to get two fingers in her. But when she got going — once she had two guys at once in her vagina and loved it. And she was maybe nineteen at the time.”
She kissed Kim lightly on the nearest nipple. “Don’t worry, honey — you can take it…from the right guy.”
She sat up easily and arched her back. Kim couldn’t resist running one hand over Connie’s sleek back and the older woman purred, catlike, at the petting. Finally she stood and turned to look down at hermagnificently proportioned lover. “You know, I want to do this again.”
“And again.”
“And again.”
“Et cetera.”
“But it’s going to be hard keeping my pants dry when I see you in class.”
“If you get too moist, I’ll just have to do something about it.”
“Like take them off for me?”
Kim nodded. “When can we get together like this again?”
Connie cocked her hips and looked thoughtful. “This is Tuesday…You have any free nights later this week?”
Kim sat up smoothly, all her rich curve rippling beautifully. Connie was again fascinated by the lack of an swaying in Kim’s big breasts; they were so firm that they hardly bounced at all.
“Well, I have a wine-tasting party tomorrow night and Thursday I have a class at the New School.”
“What?”
Kim blushed slightly. “I’m studying a language.” She looked up to find Connie staring at her.
“Give.”
“Chinese.” She shrugged. “I’ve always been fascinated by the culture and country and traditions and someday I want to visit China.”
“Good! What about Friday?”
“Nothing so far.”
“Let’s you and I go out.” Connie’s eyes were sparkling.
“Sure. Where?”
“Shopping.”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to take you to a toy store — an adult toy store. Can you bring your car into Manhattan Friday?”
“I have to bring it in every day,” Kim groused. “What a pain in the ass.”
“I’ll bet it is. I’ll meet you in the Village. What time do you finish for the day?”
“Any time after five.”
“Fine. Have the car in a garage in the Village somewhere near West Fourth and Sixth Avenue. I’ll meet you at the Cornelia Street Cafe at six. I’ll be wearing a red rose, so you’ll recognize me with my clothes on.”
Kim laughed and stood and hugged her tightly. “I feel funny about going into a sex-aid store.”
“Relax, honey — I’ll protect you.”
“But — why?”
“I want to get us some toys. Like Joni’s Butterfly, and maybe some nice vibrators or dildos or both … and I want to be wicked!”
She said it with such a pixie-esh expression her face that Kimberly had to giggle and hug her again.
“Will you be wicked with me?” Kim asked.
“Count on it.”
“It’s a date!” Kim agreed.* * *
When Connie stepped into the house, she found Jerry sitting in the living room, staring at CNN. A snifter was on the end table next to his chair and the brandy bottle — half-empty — was next to it.
He didn’t look up at the sound of her entrance.
“Hi, husband.”
He hit the MUTE button on the TV’s remote control and turned. “Hello, wife.”
She walked over to him and bent at the waist to kiss him. The kiss lingered.
“I know that taste,” he said. His speech was still clear. “I take it you were successful.”
She doffed her coat and sat on the other part of the sectional. “Yes. And it was lovely.” She flicked her gaze at the snifter and bottle, then back to him, waiting. He understood.
Jerry was a recovering alcoholic. He’d fallen a few times, but generally went through his days. By agreement, they kept a small bottle of brandy in the house. A long time ago, they’d made an agreement and had a safe installed in the wall of the bedroom. Only Connie had the combination. She would never question him if he found himself unable to resist — provided that before he reached for the booze, he stashed the car keys in the safe and juggled the combination.
“They’re in there,” he said. “I wasn’t sure I could handle it if you stayed the night. I’m not getting any younger and I wonder,sometimes, if this one is going to be the lover you fall for –forever.” He shrugged, slightly uncoordinated.
There was another, older, more powerful agreement between them — complete honesty.
“I could really fall hard for her.”
“I could tell.”
“But I couldn’t live without you, every day, right here — holding me.” She felt tears welling in her eyes. “Just the thought of not being in your arms…” She shook her head too hard, too fast. “I can’t stand that thought.”
“I feel the same way. So — ” He nodded toward the snifter. “But it doesn’t help enough.”
“Does my being here help enough?”
He stared at her until she added: “Rhetorical question.”
“You goddam betcha. Would you put some coffee on?”
The tears overcame her defenses, despite the genuine smile. “You goddam betcha.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“See previous response.” She stood. “By the way, she wants you, too. A lot.”
He closed his eyes and wrinkled his forehead, then exhaled slowly. Finally: “Me? All of me?”
“Don’t be silly. I’m the only person who could want all of you the way I do.”
“I know. Help me stand.” He held out his hand. She took it, knowing he didn’t physically need it, and led him into the kitchen. As she made the coffee, she told him about the planned date at the sex-aid store and Kim’s cravings.
Later, as they undressed each other for bed, she told what she and Kimberly had done and said, and what she planned for Friday night.
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