No Strings Attached – The Christmas Rift Pt 2 – Chapter 28

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A light beading of perspiration is shaken from my hair as I leap skywards, returning the incoming ball with a slam, and finish off my scowling, sexy adversary to win the set.It was a hard-fought match under the oppressive early June sun, and as I reach towards my bottle of water, then rake my damp hair from my eyes, I glance at Justin, still glaring from across the net. “It’s your serve.”Wearing navy tennis shorts and a white tee pulled taut across well-defined shoulders and chest muscles, he’s a real treat for my eyes. Tall and handsome, a glossy sheen of fresh sweat on his skin spreads downwards, wicking the thin material of his top near see-through. It’s hard to not get greedy and sneak another lingering look.”I hate being paired with you,” he says, bouncing the tennis ball against the asphalt. “You always take this far too seriously.””And there was me thinking that we’re perfectly matched,” I tease, balancing on the balls of my feet in a ready position. “I promise I’ll go easy on you this time.”Using a slice serve, he tries to catch me out, but I’m quick to read him, my movement fluid with the racquet an extension of my arm as I return it with ease. “Fuck, I hate you.””I know you don’t mean that,” I reply almost too sweetly. “One more game before we call it quits, and if you win, I’ll buy lunch.””So, how is Chaz doing? Everything good between you two still?”The question catches me off guard, winning him a point as I falter. Charlotte has certainly kept me distracted these past few months we’ve been dating. “Yeah, we’re fine. Why? Have you heard differently from Becka?””It’s just… you’re still wearing that thing, and it’s obvious. Is this because Charlotte doesn’t trust you to not fuck Someone else, or what? Seems like a whole lot of effort to keep Someone like her happy.””Does it matter? She makes me feel alive again, and after the past year I’ve had, don’t you think I deserve that?” I reply, aggravated by his insinuation that we have problems. “But seriously, why are you always so interested in my love life? You’re always on my back about something, just like my father.”He doesn’t beat around the bush. “Because of your poor choices in women, and Charlotte is definitely questionable from what I’ve heard.””As if you’re one to talk! Don’t forget your girlfriend Becka fucked me too and tried instigating us to… you know. So, if anything, we’re even.”He shakes his head as he continues his criticism. “Oh no, not by a longshot, mate. Because we haven’t even brought Ashleigh, Ruth and Louise into the equation. Man, you’re really attracted to some-“My return is heavy-handed in my anger, and he flinches with the ball whizzing inches above his head, then over the wall. I point the tip of my racquet towards him. “Some what? You want to continue that sentence, mate?”His hands come up in defence, shielding as I take up another ball. “Nah, don’t get all aggro-y. I’m just worried about you settling for the first thing that comes along, that’s all. Don’t take it personally.”I’m flabbergasted. “This is exactly what personal is! You’re criticising my girlfriend. Look, let’s forget it. Charlotte is different, and we’re in love, okay, so you should be happy for me like a friend should? She gets me in ways no one else has, and I’m finally learning what happiness is. So what’s the point chasing for it elsewhere.”Justin lowers his racquet, becoming serious. “I’ll be happy for you when you’re not rushing head-on into a relationship with a sadist. It’s irresponsible, and I’m getting awkward questions from my mum about why she has to lie to your dad about where you are. He came by again yesterday demanding to see you. I don’t know how long I can cover for you.”I immediately calm down, realising the stress I’m putting him through. I’ve not spoken to my father once since I left. “Shit, I’ll tell him about Charlotte soon, so he’ll get off your back.”He looks relieved, shoulders relaxing as he changes the subject. “Anyway, how’s the tattoo looking? I overheard Becka talking with Charlotte last night about it.”I raise my polo shirt, proudly showing him Charlotte’s finished work from the weekend. “It’s pretty much done now after three sessions. Maybe go over a few areas, but she’s already lining the next for my arm.”His eyes skim upwards towards my bicep as I expose my arm, pulling it out my sleeve. “That looks fucking amazing! Way better than mine tattooed on the back of my shoulder.”My mouth runs away with me before I can stop myself. “But, it’s a cute gecko, to be fair.””Are you having a laugh, mate? It’s meant to be a komodo dragon. Something that looked kinda sexy and badass, you know. Not a cute gecko, you dick.” Justin stares at me, irritated as I laugh unapologetic at his reaction, but then his jaw drops, and an expression of contempt I’ve never seen before passes over him. “Isn’t that Mr Davies? What the fuck is that creep staring at?”Spinning around, I spot my maths teacher observing us from his window overlooking the tennis courts. For the briefest of seconds, we look at each other, the stormy expression spread across his face is almost terrifying but recognisable. My heart begins to thump within my chest as I realise he’s seen the welts upon my back as I lifted my clothes, which I quickly drop. “Uh… Not a clue, but I fell asleep in his class yesterday, so I guess he’s still mad about that,” I lie swiftly, without effort. I have no reason to cover for him other than the fear that acknowledging it will out my own secret desires, but I’m unsettled to the pit of my stomach. “We should probably get changed before we’re late for our exam. Race you back to the changing rooms?”—–The look on Mr Davies’ face continues to disturb me through my English exam despite my best effort to ignore it and pretend it didn’t happen. Until now, I had only seen him as Someone interfering with my business and sticking his nose where it isn’t wanted out of his duty towards a student. But I saw Charlotte in him today as he recognised me for the man I’ve become and what I am. I don’t know how I’ll handle my final lesson this afternoon, seeing him through different eyes. As the exam is called to an end, and I place down my biro, I already know I’ve failed. My name is the only thing I’ve managed to clearly write; the rest is a jumble of thoughts irrelevant to my exam. I can’t even remember the question or the text it’s related to. Still, it’s out of my hands as I reluctantly pass it over to the examiner. It’s over, and there’s no more time for second chances.I find Justin and Shaun waiting for me at the lockers, sifting through the deluge of posted junk before I arrive. “More of the usual, I’m guessing?”Shaun is the first to react, nearly jumping out of his skin, with his back towards me. “Why the fuck did you sneak up on us like that? You nearly gave me a heart attack!””Is Artvin Escort that what I think it is?” I reply, snatching a pregnancy book out of Justin’s hands which I flick through. “Someone actually left something useful for once. Not bad.”Justin pulls a face. “You’re kidding me. You’re not seriously going to read that?””Why shouldn’t I? Even if I’m not with Louise, I should at least know what she’s going through and how to get through the early days when my daughter arrives,” I begin, the weight of ten tonnes of bricks crushing me as I put on a brave face. “Can’t believe how quickly time seems to be passing, but I’ve still got nearly seven weeks, right?”They glance at each other, unfooled by my weak performance, before Justin squeezes my shoulder. “Nah, you’re right. You probably should read it, and someone needs to know what to do if something happens here. I’d be fucking useless.””Happens here? That’s unlikely, isn’t it, with the due date the twenty-sixth of July? That’s like a week after we officially finish, yeah?” My mind does the mental calculation before I’m horror-struck. “So it could be as early as four weeks away.”Smack bang in the middle of our final term. Shaun is the first to speak with zero tact and consideration. “You might not even have a month? Wow, that’s soon.”The last of my strength withers, their attempts to reassure me doing the polar opposite. There’s too much to do and not enough time for it. I’m less ready for this than when the initial shock struck me. At least I had the conviction that I’d treat Louise right back then, but we’ve done nothing but fight continuously since we broke up. It wasn’t like I had forgotten either, but now I’m cornered and forced to confront it. I realise how woefully unprepared I am. And my relationship with Charlotte hasn’t matured fully in only four months to know we are solid enough to get through the challenges my impending fatherhood will bring.How can I support one without upsetting the other? I drop to my knees, self-doubt thoroughly sinking in. “I’m screwed. I don’t think I can do this.””Are you seriously only just realising that?” I look across at Louise, slamming her locker shut, a smug, self-satisfied smirk on her face. “We need to talk.”Justin’s instantly at my defence, putting himself between us, given her previously aggressive behaviour towards me. “If it’s not important, it can wait until later. Matt’s taking us to get lunch.”Her arms fold across her chest. “He doesn’t look like he’s in the state to be going anywhere. But, I need him to pull himself together and take me shopping.””Wow. You really pick your moments, don’t you? He can send you the money later, but you’ve already made it clear you don’t need him. Get your parents to take you.””Don’t you think I’ve tried? They’re being difficult, and I don’t have much time left around my exams.” She raises her voice, bringing unwanted attention to us. “If it wasn’t for Matt, I wouldn’t be in this position. It’s his fault-“”Is that all you want?” I interrupt her tirade, relieved she’s not demanding more from me. “Alright, let me put my books away first. Meet me at my car, and I’ll be there in five.”Justin pulls a look of disgust behind her back as she flounces off, pleased as pie at how easily she wrapped me around her finger. “You’re such a fucking pushover. Charlotte is going to kill you if she finds out!””Trust me. If Charlotte finds out, she knows she has nothing to worry about where Louise is concerned. We’re much stronger than you think.””Fine, but I’m not covering for you, and don’t come crying to me when she castrates you and then stuffs it down your throat later. You’ll only have yourself to blame”—–Taking Louise shopping had been a terrible idea. I’d jumped on it, thinking I’d put myself in her good books and avoid dealing with Mr Davies in my final lesson, killing two birds with one stone, but I’m left drained. I hadn’t realised I’d see so many couples happily choosing prams, cots and even drapes together. I’m highly aware this could have been us, but it hadn’t worked out that way. Instead, she’d walked around smiling the whole time while ordering me to collect what she wanted, like her servant. It was crystal clear she didn’t see the baby as ours but rather as hers breaking my heart a thousand times over.”I can’t believe how exhausting it is spending all that money!” she grins while I struggle behind her with the shopping haul. “I’m beginning to feel a bit hungry.”This shopping trip suspiciously starts feeling like a date. “Well, what do you want? There’s literally everything. There’s a pizza stall over there-“”I don’t really fancy pizza. What do you want?””But I’m not the one who’s hungry.” Charlotte’s a decisive person, so I’d never really understood when Justin complained about Becka doing this, but I quickly grow irritable and rapidly fire off suggestions. “There’s burgers, noodles, fried chicken, Mexican, bagels…”She thinks about it for a moment. “I guess I’m just thirsty. Mm, there’s a smoothie stall over there! You don’t mind, Matthew?”Her hand slides into my trouser pocket, removing my bank card before I can stop her. But I’m still relieved it’s only money and not her inane demand for me to sleep with her that she wants. “Fine, my treat.”She returns with a caffeine-free frappuccino, eye-watering in price, which she sips gleefully on the walk back to the car. “I could get used to this. Maybe there is hope for you yet.”I continue biting my tongue, and load up the boot as she gets in the passenger side, then fastens her seat belt, emphasising her stomach. I’m reminded again that this hasn’t been a good day for me, but I’m glad it’s nearly over. When Charlotte gets home, I’ll be diving straight into bed and sleeping peacefully in her arms afterwards. This will soon be forgotten, and I can pretend this never happened.The moment I turn on the ignition and attempt to reverse, Louise reaches out and slides her hand over my knee, making a beeline towards my belt. I stall the car in shock and grab her wrist. “Let’s not hurry back yet. I’m still not done with spending time with you today.””Don’t fucking touch me! I mean it, or I’ll drive off and leave you here.” I’m seeing red. Feeling touchy over being exposed to what I’m missing out on is one thing, but coming on to me is completely out of line. I’m no longer her plaything, and I’m sick of reminding her of it. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked without complaint, but do you think I wanted to go with you to get all of this? It’s too much seeing all these happy couples around me.””Temper, temper. You shouldn’t raise your voice at me. Is that how you’ll want the baby to recognise you?” Louise smirks, chiding me for my reaction, before placing my palm on her stomach to feel our daughter kicking. “But, we can be as happy as Artvin Escort Bayan them. It’s not too late for us to give it another go. You’ve shown today that you’re capable and do care.”I’m nauseous but pause, taking a deep breath to calm down. She’s deliberately pushing me, and unfortunately, it’s working. I’m hearing everything I’d hoped for only a few months ago, back when I begged her to be with me. I don’t know exactly what’s changed her mind, but I suspect the cracks in her family situation are growing. She wants off that sinking ship unless this is just another elaborate ploy to get me to sleep with her until the next time. I pull my hand away, distancing myself from her. “Nice try, but if you pull anything like this again, it’ll be my girlfriend you’re answering to.””As if I’d be scared of her! She can’t stop us from seeing each other, but I won’t tell her if you don’t-“”Do you think I’m stupid enough to jump back in bed with you? I’ve slept with at least twenty others in the past two years and kissed about half of the girls in our year alone. I even had a threesome two weeks before I met you and another after we broke up. I’m not desperate.”She looks horrified at my deliberate boasting. “I don’t believe you…”I decide to continue putting her off me, seeing no other way out. “Then believe this. I’m not overly picky about who I sleep with. I just keep them in my bed for as long as they hold my interest. I don’t enjoy being messed around, and I especially don’t like cock teases such as yourself. I thought you would be special, but you disappointed me both sexually and with your personality. My life would be boring stuck to you, and I’m glad we’re over. You made the biggest mistake of your life by not putting one on me that-“Louise predictably slaps me as the fact of that night hits her, but I remain unflinching, even as tears flow down her face into her lap from my cruelty. “How can you be so heartless and remorseless about it? This is why nobody likes you.”I shrug my shoulders, pretending to be unstung by her final remark, despite it cutting like a blade. “The truth hurts, but it’s not like I hid it from you, and when you approached me, you did admit you intentionally chose me for my experience at the time. I’m sorry it’s too vulgar for you to hear it, but I don’t regret anything apart from meeting you. It wasn’t even a memorable lay.””I hate you,” she whispers, turning away from me to stare out the window.Good. I hope you’re disgusted by the thought of me.She continues crying on the journey back, but I don’t feel overly guilty. Hopefully, I’ve nipped this in the bud, and she’ll give up on expecting anything else from me, even at the expense of the final shreds of a reputation I’ve clung to. I’ll embrace being a bastard if needed. Still, there’s no way I’ll give up my relationship with Charlotte to be with someone like Louise.Arriving at her parent’s house, I carry the Mothercare bags and Moses basket to the front door, but I don’t help her out of the car while she struggles, despite wanting to. Instead, I watch her, banking everything on making her despise me, even if it doesn’t come naturally, and I pull away the moment she slams the door shut.I almost break down when I unlock the front door, tossing my keys onto the sideboard as I pass. I’m glad Charlotte won’t be home until late to see me like this, but I pour a generous measure of whisky to dull my thoughts at her well-stocked drinks cabinet.Sinking into the navy velvet armchair beside it, I drink deeply from the Glencairn glass, then light up a cigarette. Sickening remorse is now sneaking in, and I need to numb myself from it, and the sound of her crying replaying on a loop in my mind. This could have been an opportunity to talk, and I’ve catastrophically blown it. Only someone truly desperate would come to me the way she did, even if she went the wrong way about it.I flip open the book recovered from my locker earlier and read earnestly while I drink, absorbing every word. Someone placed it purposely, whether to upset me or help me understand the impending reality that I can’t escape from. It’s no secret I’ve remained distant since we broke up, my interference clearly unwanted. Still, I wish I had been more insistent. I’ve been kept in the dark throughout the pregnancy, and learning is the first thing I can control to overcome my fears. I should have done it much sooner. I’m woken late by Charlotte climbing onto my lap and her talons dragging down my chest beneath my shirt. “I’m surprised to find you reading this drivel.”She gestures to the opened book on the sideboard as I blink my eyes open, then stretch, tired to the bone. Falling asleep in the armchair had been a poor, uncomfortable choice. “I picked it up from the library. What’s the time?””Ten. I was hoping to finish a back piece for my client,” she replies, running her fingertips over my brow and noting the empty glass. “You’ve been drinking by yourself. Is something on your mind?”Charlotte frowns with concern, searching my eyes for answers. I know if I’m upfront, she’ll hit the roof, suspecting the worse of me. “I flunked my English exam this afternoon, so I feel like a failure. I fear you’ll think I’m stupid.”She taps my nose playfully, then kisses me, licking the last remnants of the alcohol from my lips. “Then you’re lucky I’m with you for something other than your grades.””And what’s that, baby? I’m dying to hear.”Gently she pulls my tie loose, and her mouth is at my ear, making me shiver in anticipation of the words I want to hear. “The sound of you strapped to my bed, crying in agony while I do dirty, painful things to you, my gorgeous, badly behaved Toy. You’ve broken the rules.””Mistress?”She glances at my clothes, then the shoes still on my feet I’d been too weary of remembering to take off before stepping upon the carpet. Her brow arches, waiting for my reaction. “I should expect this to be self-explanatory. Make yourself available for my judgement.”I don’t verbally answer, instead stripping off and folding my clothes into a neat pile before prostrating at her heeled feet, praying for leniency. She offers one up to my lips, taunting me with the urge to kiss it that’s now raging through me. I’m growing with excitement, desperate for the order. “Good. Now onto your knees, Toy. Restrain yourself…”I continue to hold back, not daring to breathe too deeply and ruin my resolve from the scent of leather and polish. She promised to do mean, wicked things with these particular ones last night – Patent black, peep-toe platform boots with flame detailing and a skinny eight-inch heel. I can only imagine how it might feel. Still, I’m desperate to learn, and I swell uncomfortably at the thought, beginning to leak on the carpet I befouled with my own shoes. “Mm.”I remain downcast, Escort Artvin praying my low hum escapes her notice, but it doesn’t. Instead, her hand pulls at my hair, forcing me to look upwards into her darkened eyes, pupils widening. “Should I put my pet out of his misery? Start begging.””Please, Mistress! I’m desperate to earn forgiveness and touch, taste and love you. I’ll take everything I deserve for ruining your carpet and not waiting, ready to serve you. I promise I’ll do better.”She pats me on the head, then fastens my beloved collar around my neck with the leash attached. I’m unsure what to expect tonight, but my hands are bound in front with my tie, and with a hard shove from her heel resting upon my shoulder, I fall back, frozen like a deer in headlights. My gorgeous Mistress isn’t wearing any underwear beneath her thigh-length pencil slit dress, and moving to stand over my face, I’m given the view of a lifetime. “Like what you see? I masturbated on my drive home thinking about tonight with you.””Yes, thank you, Mistress.” She moves onto her knees, hovering within inches of my face. The scent of her arousal is like a honey trap, enticing me, so I lose everything. To be denied an orgasm after the exquisite torture she delivers would be insanely cruel. “You’re dying to lick me, to taste me and make me cum. You want me with every fibre of your pathetic being.””Yes, Mistress. I-“Her fingers part her soft pink labia to torment me further, then slide to her lips to lick clean, each digit slowly in turn. She’s pushing me to the edge fast, and I’m growing hungrier like a salivating dog teased with a treat at the end of my nose. “Do I look delicious? You’re positively drooling, my gorgeous, naughty Toy.”I become mesmerised by her fingertips now flicking over her clitoris, engorged from both tempting me, and from her own desire to fuck me. I’ve learned there is nothing in this world more erotic to my beautiful Queen than my own suffering, and I can already tell this is only the start of the night ahead. If I can’t pace myself, I’m done for, and she isn’t even hurting me yet. She’s being cruel in her method of teaching me patience, putting me through the training I desperately need to become the best submissive to her. “Yes, I need to taste you, Mistress. Please let me?”She ceases to touch herself and then pulls over her handbag. “Not yet. I have some presents to show you first, and I need a test subject.”With Charlotte being a sadist, they were definitely the kind of presents to bring me a whole new world of pain and delicious sexual misery. I eye her cautiously as she tips out her bag with relish, and her eyes light up with glee. I’m right, it’s the gift of torture, and she’s bought all the things Santa would never give her from her filthy, deviant list.My attention is immediately drawn to the black, leather harness-like object with a sizeable purple dildo attached dangling from her hand. My sphincter squeezes, unable to comprehend how it will possibly fit. “Ah.””What is it? Does it not spark you with awe, or do you not like this gift, my ungrateful Sub?”I can’t stop staring at it, the thick girth and length close to rivalling my own. Even the head is flared and shaped like a cock, and I’m in no doubt that it will absolutely annihilate me if we’re not careful. But I’m curious and thrilled by the idea of exploring something new. After all, this is the moment my Mistress has diligently worked me up for.”Thank you, Mistress, for thinking about your Sub today.” I bow my head low in respect. However, my legs tremble against hers as she continues sitting on my lap. My apprehension is betraying me.”You’re nervous? What exactly are you worried about? Do you know what this is for?””It’s a strapon to fuck me with, Mistress.”She bursts into hysterical laughter, almost breaking her role. “I guess it does look a lot like one of those, but actually, it’s not worn by me. I’ll make you the Toy you deserve to be and torment you so fucking hard before I think about letting you cum. Now open wide.”My teeth are forced apart around the phallic gag piece of the dildo harness she shoves into my mouth and tightens around my head. I must look ridiculous. We’ve experimented with light breathplay during facesitting and gagging, but not with my hands also bound. This is an awful lot of trust I’m putting in her, but I’m quickly at ease, awestruck by the sight of her pussy spreading open around the dildo. She’s riding my face like a toy giving me a new level of face-fucking I never knew existed.Her fingers slip through my hair, tightening and looping around my locks, painfully pulling me deeper as she grinds her hips. Even her clit presses against my nose, deliberately rubbing while she bucks on me. I’m riveted watching her use me and the seven-inch dildo burying further inside her slit with each moan-filled thrust.She’s so fucking dirty and mean.My jaw aches and the tug on my hair tightens sharply as her cunt swallows every last centimetre of the dildo. She’s pleasantly filled, orgasmic and dripping in fluids which smear over me, pushing my patience to the absolute limit.”Ohh… fuck yes!” Her body trembles with ecstasy, and panting for breath, she finally releases my hair to stroke up my sides. “You’re desperate for me to touch you. Should I treat my Toy?””Mmm,” I blink twice in agreement, unable to vocalise. My cock is throbbing for her, trapped within its painfully uncomfortable confines.She slides off the silicone dick, then almost lays upon me with her legs spread over my crotch, hands on either side of my head. Her cool brown eyes still glisten with mischievous intent.”You’re dripping everywhere… I can feel it between my legs,” she murmurs, rubbing her wet pussy over my barred, engorged shaft. “But I don’t think you deserve my body yet. That’s still off limits until you learn how to be a good boy.”Reaching behind her back, I hear her zip slowly lowering on her dress, gradually revealing nude, ample breasts, which she squeezes within her hands. If she allowed me to suckle at her nipples, I’d possibly lose my mind and cum within seconds after what she’s already put me through.With a tube of lubrication now in her hand, she rapidly pumps several loads over her chest, which she smears over her breasts. My breath catches while I gaze up at her, full of adoration and longing for what she continues to deny me. Then cupping her breasts together, she leans forward, taunting me with the scent of her floral perfume. The dildo begins to slide easily between her slippery, impressive cleavage, and I’m driven closer to the edge as she brushes over my face on each downstroke. I can do nothing but endure it, and I’m too enraptured to close my eyes, instead wishing it was my own neglected cock receiving such special treatment. My cruel Mistress is seriously putting me in my place with such lewd, delicious torture.”You’re sighing, Toy. Do you like what you see?” I blink twice, our eyes meeting again while she strokes my face with surprising tenderness. Then with a smirk, she licks up the faux cock and takes it into her mouth. 

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Seated at the bus-stop two bored-looking middle-aged men look on as the sky-blue intercity bus rolls to a halt. But for them and the pastel-colored bus, the road and sidewalk are largely deserted at this time of day – a scene emblematic of the quiet suburban town at large in the midst of covid. An elegant-looking young woman dressed in a minimal zebra skin full-sleeve crop top and denim shorts steps down from the bus in the blazing hot afternoon sun. Suddenly the men look less bored. Their eyes lit up with sparks of excitement are now drawn with magnetic effect towards the fashionable-looking visitor – to her toned sexy midriff, to the locks of her dark blonde hair trickling down her back and down the sides of her innocent face now half covered in a peach face mask. She places a black cowboy hat on her head, angling it down over her scarlet sunglasses that shield a pair of brilliant grey eyes. Catching the men staring at her, she gives a shy nod and walks ahead, a large blue traveling case in tow. She walks for a few minutes until coming to a halt upon the porch of a small suburban house on a side lane. She checks the address on her phone and confirms that this is indeed the place rented by her brother Scott. She takes off her mask, takes a deep breath and rings the bell. A young man dressed in a soccer team-branded t-shirt and shorts opens the door.                                                                           ***Scott gives his older sister a hug and ushers her in. They step inside a minimally decorated, modern living room with a couch facing a wall-mounted TV. On the far side is an open kitchen with an island counter. “Good to see you, Jen,” Scott tells her with almost an air of formality, to which Jenni smiles and after a pause says, “You too, Scott.”She plonks herself down on one corner of the sofa as though exhausted. Scott perches on the other end. “Nice hat,” he observes trying to break the ice. “You think?” Jenni says, her face sparkling into a smile, “I bet if mom and dad saw me now, they’d say I look like a slut, huh?”Too much, too soon, thinks Jenni with alarm as soon as she catches the look in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess,” says Scott at length with a nervous laugh. A few moments pass before he adds, “You know it doesn’t always matter what they think. I mean, not about everything.”“Oh, I guess you’re right,” says Jenni, adding after a brief pause, “Thank you, Scott.”***He is twenty-one, she is twenty-four. Not much difference in terms of age but Jenni has always been the protective, wiser older sister to her shy younger brother.When they stayed together she was always the more outgoing of the two. That was until she decided to get into adult entertainment as a performer. A choice that went down as badly with their parents as might be expected. Jenni spent two years apart from her family. There was no meeting, hardly any phone calls. With her brother however, she managed to keep in touch over social media, though it was never the same as before. She knew him better than to think he was ashamed of her. Yet she never really felt like she knew what he thought about her choices and their consequences on their family.In her own world, Jenni was doing well. Not earning as much as her more adventurous colleagues but still more than she had expected to at the time of leaving home. She was happy to be working by doing things she felt comfortable with and enjoyed. Then covid hit. Work stopped. She needed a place she could retreat to. There was no going back to her parent’s house. Thankfully she knew Scott had rented out a place on his own for a break year before continuing with higher studies. He told her he was only too happy to be able to host her for as long as she liked.***When she looks at him now she can see that he has filled out a bit from his previously skinny self. He has always had a cute look in his face, his hair the same dark blonde as hers. The years have now added a masculine charm to his cuteness, she thinks.On and off throughout her journey she has wondered as to how she might approach talking about the reality of her life with her brother in a way that Ağrı Escort is neither awkward nor disingenuous. What she has not anticipated is that he would be the one to take the initiative, albeit in a shy manner, and tell her that he is proud of her for making brave choices in her life to suit what she wants for herself. That he thinks he should have made plans to meet and properly reconnect with her much sooner than this. That he is sorry for not having done that.  “Look whose taking care of whom now,” says Jenni mid-conversation wiping a tear from one eye. On the surface, this seems easily earned but they both know it is borne out of a first genuine conversation after her life-changing decision more than two years back.It is evening and they are seated together on the couch in the afterglow of heartfelt and wholesome conversation, sipping gin cocktails that Jenni learns Scott has developed a penchant for making. Now changed into a homely top and pyjamas and perched comfortably against the sofa armrest with a drink in her hand Jenni feels more at ease in her brother’s familiar yet rediscovered company than she has with anyone else in years.Feeling emboldened by prior conversation and alcohol, she tells him, “So, umm… I wanted to sort of ask… not to make things super awkward, but if I knew and it was out in the open then maybe we could get past it in an honest way, you know? Does that make sense?”“Honestly? No.”“I just wanted to ask if you’ve watched my stuff.”“Oh.”“I wish it was something I didn’t need to know, but I feel like this is the kind of thing that will eventually come up or come between, you know? I’m really not trying to make things weird.”“Oh no, you’re alright,” Jenni can tell that this overarching topic is something Scott does find a little squeamish to talk about but one he honestly seems to want to try and engage with for her sake.“I haven’t, Jen. Of course,” he says looking at her before looking away and adding, “And even if I was creepily trying to spy on your life, I wouldn’t know what to search with anyway.”“Oh,” says Jenni realizing suddenly, “I didn’t mean it like that Scott, I’m sorry. I don’t know why it bothered me to need to ask. And it’s ‘Secret_Elle’.”“Oh.”“And I didn’t need to say that.”Pause.“It’s a good name,” says Scott at last.***A couple of days pass and cohabiting the same apartment between the two of them becomes normal and comfortable at an alarming speed. This is how Jenni sees it. Curious, she thinks, why’d I think of this word? What is so ‘alarming’ about becoming so comfortable sharing space with a person without having anticipated it?They share pleasant conversations reminiscing about the past as well as sharing their respective experiences of the covid period, about feelings of doom and existential dread, and a renewed desire to cling onto things that feel familiar and pleasant.  On the morning of the third day she musters the courage and asks him, “You know how I appreciate you letting me crash with here, right?”“Sure Jen,” he says with a quizzical look in his eyes, sipping from a mug of coffee.“Well, I want to contribute. And I do want and need to earn. So umm… I was wondering if you’d be ok with me like working from home?”“You mean like…”“Just me and a couple of cameras,” says Jenni quickly, “I’d say I’d only do it when you were out but haha,” she gives a nervous mock laughter gesturing to the deserted world outside through the nearest window.“And I’ll only do it late at night after you’ve gone to bed. And you don’t have to worry, it’s nothing crazy, just me in front of a camera and… you know?”“Yeah.”“Wait, of course you know,” says Jenni as though realizing something.“What?”“You don’t have to look alarmed Scott,” Jenni suddenly feels on familiar grounds even if it is her brother in front of her, “Guys your age watch porn all the time, I get it. Hell, my career wouldn’t make any sense if no one watched porn. I just wanted to know you understood the kind of thing I was going to do in the living room of your place.”“Yeah,” says Scott gingerly, “Yes, I understand.”“So you watch that kind of porn then?”“Hey now, that wasn’t Ağrı Escort Bayan the subject,” says Scott making an attempt at mild protest.“Maybe you even prefer the homemade kind of porn, hmm?” she says looking as though on the brink of breaking into teasing laughter.“Common now Jen, let’s both be mature about this,” Scott says with somewhat forced composure.  “I’m only fucking with you man,” she says giggling and patting him playfully on the chest, “So typical of you to be shy talking about enjoying porn. Most guys brag about what they like to watch, you know.”“Yeah,” says Scott, “Most guys. Anyway, you’re cool to work here. And if you want… uh, you can take the extra floor lamp from my room. That kind of light is better for the camera than the top light in this room.”Jenni smiles, “Sure, I’ll do that.”*** It started with hearing her late at night while being in bed, Scott thinks back to the first couple of nights his sister began working in their living room. On further reflection he corrects himself and wonders if the seeds of this strange, icky yet warm feeling were not born as early as the moment he had seen and embraced her at his doorstep.Her soft and sincere moans of pleasure were never too frequent nor loud but they made their way inside his room and surrounded him as he lay on the bed trying to sleep. They cocooned him within an embrace of a wholly new, nervous excitement – a feeling of consuming a drink or joint that was spiked with some unholy substance.They progressed across small conversations that initially took place by chance and later inevitably by deliberation.***“Oh sorry, I thought you were done for the night. I just needed to go the bathroom.”“I was just changing the camera ang… it’s ok Scott, just forget what you saw,” says Jenni putting her top hastily back on.“Wait,” she says, “what do you mean you thought I was done for the night?”“Oh,” Scott is immediately uncomfortable, “It’s just that I didn’t hear you for a while, so.”“Scott! I didn’t think you could…”“It’s fine!”“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was being loud.”“It’s fine, Jen.”***“Oh hey, Jen,” says Scott opening his bedroom door.“Hey, didn’t wake you did I?”“No, I was just reading.”“So I remembered what you said about lighting a shot the other day and umm… wondered if you could come have a look? Just to check the frame and lighting and then you could leave before I started.”“Oh umm…”“You’re uncomfortable, leave it.”“No, um… yeah let’s go.”***Things progress swiftly from there. That night Scott sets the lights and surroundings as per what he thinks is best and then retreats for the night. It is several hours before he can get to sleep.The next day Jenni broaches a topic that she thinks the two of them have slowly grown into being able to talk about. She asks him if he will help her make her videos better by ‘using the camera on her while she worked’ instead of having it locked in one place.There is immediate awkwardness and a mutual agreement to never bring up the subject again. They hardly talk the entire day. But late at night when it is time he comes out of his room and says he will help. He only looks shy and meek, thinks Jenni, but there is a quiet confidence about him nonetheless, an unknown glimmer in his eyes. No regular, young man agrees to do what he just has. There is more to his outwardly shy personality than he lets on.“These are the camera settings and lighting you set last time, why are you changing them?” she asks sitting on the couch in front of the camera wearing a cute peach crotchet crop top and a white printed pyjamas.“I didn’t think clearly last time,” says Scott cooly, “Only just realised I shouldn’t set them for the colour of your top but that of your skin.”“Oh. Right, of course.”It is not as if he isn’t shy, thinks Jenni, but he is somehow managing to be who he is right now despite it. A choice we are both making.When she starts talking to the camera, Scott watches her on the viewfinder. He has been dreading the worst but when she speaks she sounds entirely natural. She speaks to the camera casually, just as she does in life.She tells her viewers how she Escort Ağrı has read their comments and requests and that while she is interested in exploring some of them, she will not be able to do much in the near future. Casting a quick glance at Scott behind the camera, she tells them about her present situation without giving out names and addresses, about how with covid hitting the country she is now crashing at her brother’s place. She adds that she does still get horny every night and she would be only too happy to welcome them to watch while she got herself off.There is a candid nature to how she addresses the camera that Scott has scarcely seen in adult videos. The honesty of what she chooses to speak makes her almost endearing to watch and listen to.When she proceeds to take off her top, Scott cannot help but look up from the viewfinder and stare. She peels it off across the swell of her pretty, full breasts and over her shoulders. She has no bra underneath. Her light colored nipples are stiff, jutting outwards. Seated upright and topless, she looks extremely fit. And beautiful, thinks Scott.Even within the situation they are in the idea seems utterly absurd to him – the feeling that her quietly earnest blue eyes are looking through the camera lens directly at him. It is probably just my imagination. She is just good at her job, he thinks. But those who are doing a good job do not hesitate and look nervous while doing it. She does, even as she takes off her skirt. A lot of what she does to herself in the following minutes she does with the same look in her eyes – a look that had not been there when she was talking to her viewers at the start. Yes, I’m convinced of it, thinks Scott, slowly pushing the camera closer to her face as she sighs deeply from the effects of slipping two of her fingers in through her glistening wet, pink pussy lips. She is looking at me.  ***The following day they prepare and eat a light breakfast together while making regular conversation. It is nevertheless clear to both that something has changed between them. It is lies in the casual brushing of shoulders and hands as they work in the kitchen, the nature of the glances one casts to the other when it seems they are not looking, the pauses, and the clear deliberation made in order to create feasibly normal conversation. It is something that cannot be measured, yet is all the more palpable for it.Jenni is dressed in the same pair of printed white pyjamas and peach crotchet crop top that she had worn for the video the previous night. She catches Scott casting several quick glances at her face and her exposed midriff when he thinks she is not watching.Once they wash up and sit back down at the dining table with no apparent individual plans, it is Scott who brings up the previous night for the first time.“What are you thinking?” Asks Jenni seeing him staring into space.“About last night… it’s probably not okay to tell you this but I think you’re actually good,” he says.  “Oh?”“Hm.”“No, it’s not okay to tell me at all. Go on.”“You were right, I have watched… videos…well porn, alright. I like the casual homemade kind of stuff, where it seems all genuine. I know what those are like. So umm… compared to your peers let’s say, you’re good.”Jenni smiles to herself but neither speak for a while.“Thank you,” she says eventually. She wants to ask him what makes him think the she is good as he put it, but asks instead, “So you wanna tell me? About what you like… enjoy in those videos. What do you like about the women you see in them?”“Is this some kind of data collection survey for business?” Scott asks half-seriously, squirming only slightly in his chair.“Call it that if you will.”“I don’t know, I just like women I guess?”“Tell me something in particular.”“It’s weird but I get tur… well, I like women’s midriffs. I find women really sexy dressed like that.”Jenni’s smile is unknown, it is neither mocking nor affectionate. She says, “You’re far from the only guy who likes that Scott, I think you’re low on the weird scale at worst. What else?”If asked right then Scott would not be able to articulate why but instead of changing the topic, he continues to answer her, “Just the causal comfortable nature of it I guess… the models being a couple who are genuinely craving each other. I mean, you know.”“Yes, I guess I do. Though I haven’t done that in a while.”“Right, I…

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1Linda felt her daughter’s arm go around her waist and she chose to grip the hand that Becky offered. She did so to stop it trembling as she met her girl’s troubled look. It drifted from her to the man in their lives, Deryck Owens, a devoted husband and stepfather who was to be seen studiously cleaning the swimming pool, the suction house drifting over the azure blue water, the pole gleaming in the early morning sunlight. Their Florida home, set among lagoons and stands of palm trees, was one of the few to have survived the worst ravages of a recent storm. Deryck wasn’t the kind of man to take risks when a solution was to be found, and a little more paid, to buy what passed for peace of mind.They each saw the frown of concentration on his lean, unshaven face, how methodically he worked, and the slow steps that he took over the poolside slabs. His white beach shirt hung open and was seen flapping on the sea breeze, the fabric’s color stark against his tanned skin; the evident strength, in his toned arms and legs, and Deryck’s greying chest hair. They were all seen to belong to a man who looked after himself despite the long hours that he worked. A home gym saw to his fitness and kept him in shape. It also served to sweat away stress so that his life with them was not always dominated by his concerns for his business interests when he was away from them.‘He seems lost,’ Becky ventured, her voice barely audible.‘He’s got a lot on his mind  about the business and holding onto that.’ Linda brushed her daughter’s hair away from her face as she met a tired and strained look.‘And about what happened yesterday and last night? Did he say anything to you about that?’‘Yes, but we won’t speak about it until he comes back in for breakfast with us.’‘Or we go out to him! I want to be with Deryck more than ever now!’ Becky retorted, her voice breaking as she saw the object of their attention, and her raging affection for him, stop and gaze at the house as if Deryck knew that he was being spoken of. ‘You understand, don’t you? Last night, and all that happened, has changed everything for me, for all of us.’‘As far as it goes, as far as it can go, darling, as you’ll soon realize,’ Linda answered with more consideration in her voice than she felt. She too took to looking at Deryck as he walked towards them. At least she’d been there and been the one to calm him down, in circumstances neither of them could have foreseen or planned.♥Deryck waved to them, even though he could only see their shadowy outlines in the kitchen window, the slatted blinds open. He had sensed that mother and daughter were looking out at him as he cleaned the pool, early as it was on another warm morning. Linda and Becky were so alike in appearance and yet so very different in their natures.Becky had it all to do and live out; Linda had gotten through tough times following abandonment and a wrecking divorce, but her passion for life, and him, remained undimmed and they had grown stronger together and made a home for them all. Clarke, her son from that failed marriage, was living away and at college and he rarely came back to what they still called ‘home.’ He looked on that otherwise.Both his women had blonde hair, bleached fairer by the Florida sun, but Linda’s was tidier than Becky’s, and they each wore it long, Linda’s tucked behind her ears and kept in place by the arms of her sunglasses; shields that she was rarely seen without. Becky’s hair was pushed back and held in a jeweled grip and allowing everyone to see her pretty oval face and bright, innocent, soft blue eyes.He did not know why he should think of it, even after all that had happened recently, and particularly last night, but they were both blessed with fulsome, large-breasted figures, slender waists and legs, broad hips, and easy ways of walking that betrayed a bubbly personality. In his Linda, there lived an only too passionate heart and he never refused her advances, the soft slide of her fingers and scrape of her varnished pink fingernails, as she caressed his neck and drew his attention Antep Escort back to her. When Linda did that, it set his pulse racing as he thought of what she had on her mind and was unafraid to let him know of; whether he was at work in his home office, or in the small house gym at the back of the garage, or when they were in the pool and alone, Becky off somewhere with friends.In her voluptuous, not fleshy, body there burned a passionate and caring heart, and Linda kept the temperature in that part of their relationship close to the boil, tempered only when in the company of others and even her daughter, Becky.The girl of nineteen, a young woman really as he knew and saw only too well now, was clever but un-worldly, and that came as surprise to him and Linda. Young folks were bombarded with info, explicit imagery, films, texts, and links that left them wondering whether the real joys of life and love, needed no discovery but were only to be absorbed, copied, and imitated and in the process left no emotional connection.‘You learned in the hardest way, darling Becky,’ he sighed, ‘and I had to show you the other side to all that could have happened last night.’The pool cleaning equipment had been stored away at his own pace, even as he sensed that their eyes remained on him. He would not be rushed, though he needed his breakfast and to be in the company once more of his two ‘lovelies’. In Becky’s case, the word had taken on a whole new meaning, and it was a situation that he had yet to come to terms with, just as Linda had to do.Together, they had helped Becky deal with a situation that could so easily have turned ugly. In dealing with it, he’d taken and landed a few punches, hauled a crying young woman out of the melee that had ensued. She’d remained ‘clean’ and her refusal to play, as some guys and one fellow student in particular, wanted from her, had set everything off.And then consolation and comfort had taken the three of them to a place they had not been in before. He wondered, as the kitchen door was pulled open before he reached it, where their lives together would now go.‘Hold me, just hold me!’ Becky cried out, running to him in her bare feet as Deryck met Linda’s understanding smile, then a pouted kiss.He couldn’t put from his mind just how easy it had been to fall into these new and only too-permissive ways with each other. It had been a behavior that was far from being habitual pleasure where it concerned Becky, as it sure did now.‘I’ll always do that, be here for you, darling, and you should know that by now,’ he smiled tenderly, looking down into her upturned face. His chino beach shorts kept his girl from knowing the full effect that she again had on him as he met an improbable kiss to his mouth and before Becky clung to him.♥Becky knew that what he had told her was the truth, although it had become far from simple to hear the words, ‘be here for you’.The college party, with people she had thought to count on as friends, had wrecked her, guys thinking they could come onto her and see what happened with the girl who kept it to herself. She’d never seen anything wrong in wanting the right guy to show her how it went, to share in a loving act and not a meaningless fuck, a word used so often, by so many, that it scarcely registered.She sure wasn’t prim. She was particular, that was all, and her mom, Linda, had set that notion firmly in her heart and mind. She’d met and loved Deryck, so the mantra sure settled in her receptive mind on seeing them together, once being unable to sleep and hearing how they were loving as she passed their room.And then, last night and when her bedroom felt stuffy and seemed to be closing her in with her memories, she’d lain naked on the covers and had smoothed her fingers over her belly and between her parted thighs and repeated what had been done to her. She’d felt her breasts, brushed her tender nipples until they were hard nubs and she’d tugged on them just as his lips had done, the act sending hot rushes through her body and making her cunny Antep Escort Bayan flush with wetness that her fingers couldn’t stop.Deryck had shown her how it could be, just to feel his touches to her body setting off the tingling sensations between her legs that his tongue and lips had also brought. He’d licked her out, flickered his tongue over her labia and into her cunny in ways she had never known of; her naked body respected by his kisses and touches, his soft words asking if she was okay with what was happening and that she wanted him to continue.And then he’d asked her to touch his penis. She had never touched something so long, thick, and erect. She had not agreed to pursue such ways with the boys she’d been with. On Deryck, a man she cared for so much, it trembled but soon began to jerk as he encouraged her to slide her fingers over its length, to lick the glistening tip with her tongue and then over its sides. She had soon done what she’d seen her Mom perform on him one hot afternoon as they lay by the pool and hadn’t heard her come home earlier than she’d said she would.Her Mom, Linda, had been in on what had happened from the moment they had gotten home last night, the weather balmy and threatening rain. They had all gone for a swim, the mood so sparky that all inhibitions were cast aside. What her fingers had often brought on had been replaced by Deryck’s love wand, she writhing under him as they lay on the mats, the stars bright in the night sky above them, when the clouds parted, and Deryck making a woman of her. He had loved and not hurt her; he had shown consideration for her and only let go, really let go, when she’d told him to and with Linda looking on.It had become a night of delirious and reckless madness, of unsheathed loving, something that Linda had made sure would have no consequences; just as her troubles with one guy at the party had been guarded against. The pill would keep her safe, no matter who was finally allowed to find her.It had been Deryck, her true and deliciously horny man, who’d become her lover and teacher. Derryck, whom she would not be able to let go of so easily, despite what her Mom kept saying. Linda kept intruding on her memories of how it had gone and how her body had convulsed from her orgasm, maybe more of them. She’d become so lost, her body spasming in hitherto unknown pleasure that she couldn’t remember if she’d had one or many.Linda touched her girl’s shoulder, intent on having her release the hold she had on Deryck.‘Let him go, now, darling…let him go,’ she heard her mother say, again, and her memories of last night were broken into. ‘Deryck and I decided that we’d help you through. We don’t want you to get hurt again, so what happened may help prepare you.’What had happened had defied everything that had gone before between them, she and Deryck being complicit in everything that had been discovered and then pursued. She had wanted her girl to learn of it with a caring man and not some faceless and forgettable young man she might meet at parties she went to or came into her small circle of friends.‘It did let him go, and it has helped me, and it will help me again.’ Becky felt Deryck slowly ease out of her embrace, felt the lightest of touches to her face as if to show her that he understood what was at work in her only too well. ‘I didn’t want what happened with you to end.’She blurted it out, had confessed to what it had meant to her, and now saw Deryck look away and at Linda, She sensed her mother’s sigh escape over her parted lips as she nodded slowly.‘That’s what Deryck said too, later, when you’d gone up to your room and we stayed by the pool a while longer.’‘Loved a whole lot longer, you mean.’The way they looked back at her needed no words, but she had become a part of the mix that was still to be their lives together. What had happened between them could never be undone and she wondered where the shared experiences would take them.2Linda’s car keys rattled on the kitchen top, thrown there by Becky. ‘I’m going out as Escort Antep you suggested, Mom. Thanks for letting me use your car, I appreciate it.’Linda nodded as she came to her daughter’s side. Impulsively, she brushed her girl’s hair back from her face, the usual grip either forgotten or her appearance reflecting Becky’s rebellious mood. White slacks and a long-sleeved denim blouse flattered her girl’s figure. A woven tan leather belt cinched her waist tight, the loose end hanging down. She wondered whether to say anything about what the sight reminded her of.‘Don’t be angry with us, darling will you? We all need some space after all that’s happened. We wanted to be of some help, but not to make you think that we’d make a habit of what we did, or you and Deryck especially.’‘I can’t just take it as something that happened and move on. It means so much to me!’ Becky flared before sighing. ‘I know what you’re saying.’‘And I understand that if we just move on it’s no better than what Deryck saved you from.’‘Precisely!’ Becky flared again; her mood only too brittle. ‘Deryck’s still working is he, even if it’s a Saturday and it should be time off time?’‘You know him.’‘I thought I did,’ Becky sniffed, her subdued mood now becoming clear. ‘I’m not promising I’ll be gone for long. Sandra said she’d be in but had plans that won’t include me.’‘We’ll be here as we’ve made no plans. We can decide on something for the evening when you’re back and if I persuade your father…I mean Deryck, to stop working and spend some time with both of us. Okay?’Becky put her hands on Linda’s shoulders and bent her head until it touched her mother’s. ‘Yeah, that will be okay. I’m sorry for how I am. Things, so many emotional things, have been turned over. It must be hard for you, me feeling what I do for Deryck now. I’m intruding on your life with him, aren’t I?’‘Perhaps, but it’s another strand in the weave that makes our lives together so special and different,’ Linda smiled ruefully, choosing to speak her mind. She’d seen how tender Deryck had been with her as Becky was overwhelmed by the waves of her orgasm, how she had clung to him, her pretty face contorted with the newly discovered pleasure that he had brought. Her daughter wasn’t the only one to be in a new place in life and they all had to find the time, even the words, to take in just what had happened to bring them all to where they now found themselves. ‘Now go and be careful!’‘I have even more reasons for that now,’ Becky shrugged. With a deft sweep of her hand over the worktop she took the car keys and, on a backward glance, skipped away and out of sight.♥Deryck stood at the window of his home office and looked down into the yard. He had seen Becky drive away from the house and turned again to look at a favored photograph of the two of them together, mother and daughter, taken the previous summer. She had so much of her mother’s looks, what she brought to the eye, even down to how her straw-blonde hair was naturally parted in a ragged line, to the left, and was kept clear of her smiling face; its long oval shape, slender nose, and high forehead so much like Linda’s.He’d bonded with the happy-go-lucky girl, who had then been ten years of age when he’d begun seeing Linda some ten years ago. The divorce had taken its toll on them and her oldest child, Clark, but he’d moved on and it hadn’t been long before he and Linda had become a couple, lovers, parents in all but name to Rebecca, or Becky as she wanted to be called and only used, so Linda had told him after he had come into their lives.He had watched the pubescent girl become a captivating, if still innocent, young woman going on twenty. What she brought to the eye would fire the imagination and hormones of any young man, but the young woman was far from easy and her distress the previous evening had gotten through, even to him, on something that Linda would usually have dealt with on her own.And then, oh Jeez!How he’d loved to feel Becky’s young, slicked heat around him as he claimed and loved her; kept from crushing her as he took her virginity, Becky’s inexperience such a turn-on that it had brought to him a long, gut-wrenching, ball breaking and draining orgasm that even Linda had become worried for her girl.Thinking of the young woman, who was all but flesh and blood to him,…

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I am standing here washing dishes wondering if I can ever escape this life. I am the oldest child in my family, just turned eighteen, and will graduate high school this Spring. I have two younger brothers I care for while my parents work. I cook, clean the house, and care for everything. I have decided I am going to get a job and move as far away from here as possible. I have already started saving money and have over a hundred dollars saved.As I said I am still in high school and my last year. I am a c-student and barely passed. I am pretty much a loner, The reason for that is I cannot date or have time to mess around with boys or girls. I do not have many friends and no social life. You can see why I want to leave and never come back.My dad brought a computer home and gave it to me, I am the only person in the house who has any Idea on how to use one. I took a class in school, so I know how to turn one on and use the programs.I love it and use it as an escape from my boring life a little by surfing the net. I discovered porn and watched a lot. I am not a virgin, that was taken care of by two of my cousins in a barn on their family farm where we went every summer.I could not believe the men in the movies; their cocks were huge. I had my first organism-watching.This was a good outlet for me but did not help in my plan to leave home. I talked to my parents about getting a job but that was not in Afyon Escort their plans.I spend my nights trying to come up with a plan. I was looking at ads in the Memphis newspapers online when I saw an ad looking for girls to pose for pictures for calendars.I did not consider myself pretty but not ugly either. My figure was not bad, breasts, maybe too small, 34c. Looking in the mirror I saw a girl with small breasts and narrow waist and a pretty nice ass, I thought. My hair was brown and was down to my waist.I wondered how much it paid. Would I be able to pose in a bathing suit or maybe wear lingerie, or bikinis? To make enough money to get out of here; yes, I would pose nude in front of a crowd.I spent the night thinking about the ad and what should I do. I wondered how I would go to Memphis and go for an interview and what would I wear.   The next day it was still on my mind and still no answers. I could borrow the car or steal it and keep going. That would not work. I had over a hundred dollars, and that would be enough to get a motel room and stay a few days. I was at least fifty miles from Memphis, and I could ride a bus there, it would not cost much.This might work.Maybe if I did this I would not have to come back here, I could start a new life.I have thought about running away from home many times and maybe now I could. First, I needed to call the number on the ad and go Afyon Escort Bayan from there.I called the number and a man answered and I asked him about the ad.He started asking me questions. How old was I, what did I look like, and would I be willing to send him a picture by email? Would I pose in a bikini or lingerie? Would I be able to travel? Did I have a valid ID?I said yes to all and sent him a picture of me standing in front of the house. I was wearing jeans and a blouse. I was afraid it was not going to be good enough. He sent me an email back asking me to come in for an interview.It was time for me to decide if I was going or staying.I look around at my home and a pile of dishes. I knew I could not leave right away so I emailed him and told him I needed to get my diploma first, and then I would come to Memphis. He asked me to explain, and I told him what I was doing. He wrote back and said he would wait.After the longest month of my life, I was ready to leave. I had made plans and was ready to go. I packed a small bag and walked to the bus station. Mom and dad were at work and the boys were finishing the last days of their school.I got on the bus, saying goodbye for the last time. I left my parents a note telling them I was leaving and would come back someday for a visit.The bus trip was not long, and I found a motel close to where I wanted to go and checked in Escort Afyon one day before my appointment.Finally, the time was here to start a new life. I dressed up as best I could. My dress was old but nice, but I wish it was shorter like some of the dresses I had seen in the movies. I did not doubt that I would have to have sex with some men before I got to where I wanted to go.I got there early and met the guy I had been emailing. He was nice and tall and black. He greeted me and asked for my ID. I gave it to him, and he made a copy. He led me to a room that was full of cameras and lights. He explained he had to film everything to show to people who would maybe want to hire me.Saying I was nervous was an understatement, I was shaking. He had me set down and started asking me questions. Some I had already answered. We talked about my life and what I wanted. He asked about my sex life, and I told him about my cousins. He was interested in everything. Talking to him was nice and I relaxed.He had me stand up and turn around and told me I was very pretty. He asked me if I understood that I would have to wear bikinis and pose in lingerie.I told him yes.He asked me to take my dress off.I did and was embarrassed because of my plain panties. I did not have a bra on, I thought that would be better than my bra. I stood before him in just my panties as he looked me over. He had me bend over and turn around. He told me there was more money when you posed nude. I told him OK and took my panties off. I had trimmed my pussy some but still had a lot of hair. He had me pose for him and looked me over. He told me If I wanted, I could make a lot of money. I ask him how.

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Aw Matt – I came to your office to see you , and you’re not here !! You’re never here any more, so boring – hmm, I’m so fucking horny too – what’s a girl supposed to do!Mmmm, I know – I’ll nose about a bit – So strutting around:- hmm, nothing’s changed it seems, your desk, still a mess ! Your PC standing idle, where you keep your dirty dark secrets ! Running my finger across the top of the screen, hmm good job it can’t talk! Flick the fan on off on off on off ….. Ooh your chair, oh it swivels and reclines! nice – I’ll come back to that.You Adana Escort know, such a shame you’re not here as I dressed especially for you this morning too. You’d love the very tight, button through, black satin dress I’m wearing, so tarty, – oh and it was a little chilly earlier so to go with the black satin push up bra and panties, I had to slip on a suspender belt and black laced top stockings too ! Oh, and my shoes – black patent, very slutty, very high. If you’d have been here, I would have put them on your Adana Escort Bayan shoulders.I’m gonna check your chair out ! Sitting in your desk chair Matt, hey it’s comfy baby !! I’m smiling, guessed you might not be here, so, let me just reach into my bag a minute – ooooh good, my rabbit, always a trusty friend. Standing up, just got to wiggle a little to hitch my dress, there we go – now let me sit again – hope you don’t mind if I put my feet up on your desk honey, let me just recline a little too. Mmmm I feel very Escort Adana naughty here! Ooh sorry, I just knocked your papers on the floor with my shoe as I opened my legs – oh well, never mind.Oh dear, all the excitement, and my bald pussy’s so wet, good job I have my vibe:- buzz mode on – pulling my panties to one side, and holding my toy to my clit – mmmmm that feels good! Circling it around my wet pussy lips, mmmmm pushing the head just inside my pussy, now deeper, fuck that’s good, mmmmm – I hope I don’t mess your chair Matt ! Oh yeah thats good, mmmm yeah pushing it in and out of my sopping pussy hard, mmmm hips lifting out of your chair so I can fuck myself hard — yeah back arching mmmmm, strong ripples through my body and my hearts beating so fast, mmmmm I’m cumming moaning loudly.

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Last night, I put on a CD of Bizet and relaxed in front of the fire. I read a portion of a delightful book I have read before called; ‘The Copper Beech’ and sipped at a cold Australian Chardonnay. Now I suppose I begin the real thing. The main event. I lay the book aside and stand to undress. I throw my clothes over the end of the sofa and spread a huge bath towel on the cushions. The room is warm and private. The heavy, lined curtains are drawn closely. The lighting is set just so. I lay down and reach for the bottle of slightly scented massage oil, which I buy from the Body Shop. They do have some really nicely scented oils for all sorts of purposes but I find that the Camomile is the most pleasant for me. It doesn’t sting or burn as do some I’ve tried. Anyway, I begin by reclining almost fully; my head rests on the arm of the sofa so that I can watch myself. I place a rather ornate hand mirror at the end of the sofa, angled just so that I can see my centre of pleasure. I pour a small amount of oil over my breasts and set the bottle aside on the small mahogany table by the sofa. Now with both hands I begin to spread the oil around and over my breasts. I take as long as is necessary to make my nipples stand up. When they are really hard I like to pinch them gently between my fingers and thumbs. Sometimes they spring erect almost immediately and other times they take an age. I don’t mind how long it takes. It doesn’t Erzurum Escort seem to depend on any particular thing, just how eagerly I’ve been awaiting the sensation perhaps. I really don’t know, nor do I really much care. I keep my eyes open and watch as my fingers glide over my skin. I feel every touch, every stroke, every pause, every turn of my fingers. I begin by circling around the whole breast. I deliberately avoid touching my nipples until the time is just right. I move oh so slowly so that the journey from the bottom of my breast to the nipple might take a whole minute. My nipples ache to be touched but I move even slower, slower until I can’t bear to wait any longer. Then I pause and make myself wait. Then they are hard, hard enough that I can pinch them, quite hard. I pull them until they are like small buttons standing proud of my breasts. How do I feel now? Well, I am glowing from head to toe. I can feel an ache between my legs. I know I am becoming moist down there. It’s as if a fire has been lit deep inside me. I don’t know quite where, but it has been smouldering all day. Now I have given it oxygen and fanned the flames into life. Somewhere deep inside me a mechanism has been activated that will end in me having this spine shattering, shuddering explosion of joy. I know it will come but I don’t know when. All I do know at this point is that there will be no stopping it. Prolonging Erzurum Escort Bayan it has become my sole aim now. Now I will concentrate my whole being in bringing it about, but not yet. I will not be hurried. My legs are rising and falling, squeezing together and falling slightly apart. I will not touch myself yet. My breasts are my complete focus of attention. My hands glide, slowly around and around. My fingers stroke, my thumbs graze the swollen nipples. I pull and pinch gently, then harder. I watch myself. My long slender fingers graze gently to and fro. I really must do something about that nail varnish. My neck and breasts are pink, suffused with blood as the warm, tingling sensation spreads across my upper torso. My legs clamp tightly together, my knees rise and fall in an accelerating rhythm. Now I need more oil. This time I pour it into the hollow of my belly button. My belly button is quite deep for some reason, so I manage to accumulate quite an amount of oil in there, lucky me. One forefinger dips gently into the pool. This finger slides very, very slowly down over my pubic hair. The hair removes the oil so I have to return to wet it again. I repeat this until my trimmed pubic hair is glistening with the wet oil. My finger travels ever so slightly further down with each application of the oil. My feet are now set about a foot apart and my knees are raised a little. Escort Erzurum I can see my finger as it now dips between my legs. It travels down further, sliding wetly around my vagina. I allow myself only around the outer lips at first. Now the whole area is slippery with the oil. I know that my sex bud is swollen and standing clear of the surrounding folds of flesh. I continue to transfer the remaining oil until the pool is empty. Now I am ready to touch myself. Gently, oh so very gently I lay my fingertip on the swollen nub. I don’t move, I just touch, just touch. My clitoris throbs rhythmically under my finger. It has a pulse, a strong living independent pulse. It is eager to be manipulated and stroked but I will not allow that. Not yet. Did I mention already that the anticipation, the delay, the waiting is everything? Sometimes I barely need to do any more when touch it this way for several minutes and an orgasm will materialise as if from nowhere. The knowledge that my body is ready is sufficient for me to have that which I have waited for. The mere touch, gentle, prolonged and firm is all that it takes. This is a rarity however and didn’t occur last night. It occurs to me that perhaps this is the sort of thing that William might use as a fantasy, to help him ‘get his rocks off’ as he calls it. He told me he uses the Internet or magazines sometimes, to help. I can’t see why anyone would need help but then he seems to think Julia needs ‘help’ too. I think he needs to set about Julia in a completely different way but then I’m no expert. Well, don’t worry; he’ll never get to read this I can assure you. He mentioned that Dizzy used to keep him in a state he described as ‘totally fucked’.

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Last year my parents decided they didn’t love each other anymore and got divorced. No one asked me if this was okay, but I guess my opinion did not matter much to them at the time. I figured we would get through it and things would remain halfway normal, except I would have two home’s instead of one, spending half my time at my mothers and the other half of the time at my fathers. I did not know at the time how wrong I was. After the divorce was final, my father accepted a promotion though his work, which led him to live on the other side of the country. I begged him not to go, but he told me it was what he had to do, and he was gone, leaving me to live with my mother. For the entire school year I was angry at my father, mostly for leaving me behind to live with my now crazy mother. Growing up she was normal, the kind of mom people expected to have, but as soon as my father left, she changed. She turned into the woman who was on dates every friday night and didn’t come home at times because she was to busy getting laid. So by the time summer came around, I had a great amount of resentment for both of the people who meant the world to me. “Addison,” my mother’s voice called through the house, pulling me from my thoughts. “Addison honey, are you home?” I slowly got up from my bed and made my way out into the living room where my mother was sitting with her new “boyfriend” or whatever he was supposed to be to her. Instantly I wanted to turn around, but she motioned for me to sit down on the couch beside her, so I did. “What’s up,” I asked her, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Well,” she began, looking to him for what looked like support. “Kyle and I are going to be going to France for the rest of the Summer.” “What?” I asked, slightly angered, “You are going to leave me here by myself while you go have sex with some guy you barely know in France?” “Addison,” my mother raised her voice at me, “You do not speak to your mother that way, more so when there are people in the house. You apologize to Kyle right now.” “I am not apologizing to anyone,” I yelled, standing up and heading towards my room, “running away with the boyfriend Erzurum Escort does not make you a good enough mother to deserve an apology.” Slamming the door behind me, I flung myself on my bed and cried. I just wanted them to leave now so I could get on with my summer. Well that is what I thought. That was three days ago, and am I sitting at home by myself, doing whatever I please while my mother is in France? No. I get to be sitting on a plane, headed to the middle of nowhere to stay with my father, the man I had not talked to in the past six months. This summer was already sucking and it was only bound to get worse. ********** Day two at my fathers house. Still not having a great time. He is never here, which strangely makes things a lot better. I have not been interested in seeing him as it is anyways. I see him in passing through the halls and we do not talk. So basically its like being at home by myself, minus my friends, cable and people. My father works for some farming company and he lives out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Like the closest neighbor to him is a mile away. Being as I am 16 and still yet to get my license, I am stuck here with nothing to do. If it was not for the fact that my father has the internet, I would probably have offed myself the first day. You are now logged on addybaby01: anyone interested in chatting? I am seriously bored. harleyman: I would be more then happy to keep you company. addybaby01: that would be awesome. I am Addy, 16/f/Unknown, what about you? harleyman: Well I am Richard. I am 37 Male and also from places unknown, is that okay? addybaby01: That is cool. How come you are not at work or something, its like 10 am. Well here it is anyways.  harleyman: Well it is my day off, well my few days off actually. I worked most weekends, so my days off tend to be in the middle of the week. addybaby01: That is cool, what do you do for a living? If that is okay for me to ask? harleyman: I am a bartender actually. Not very exciting I know. addybaby01: Seems pretty exciting to me. Anyways, that is how it all began. I had made a new friend named Richard. Sure he was older but we got Erzurum Escort Bayan along great and we chatted about everything. For some reason I could talk to him about anything and I think that he felt the same way. We talked for a few weeks though messanger and email, then he asked if he could text me, and though I was a little nervous, we exchanged numbers and began texting. We talked all day now. When we weren’t online, we were texting. Even if he was at work, every free moment he had, he was texting me and reverse. I was glad that I had free texting or else questions would arise from my parents. Text to him: What are you up to?  Text from him: Not a lot, just got home. What are you up to? Text to him: Sitting around, doing not a damn thing Lol Text from him: Would you be interested in chatting on the phone? I did not respond right away. Did I want to hear his voice? Would I be able to talk to him without completely freaking out or panicking? What if he did not like the way that I sounded or if I sounded like a stupid child over the phone? I was not sure if I was ready for this, but I did not want to ruin what we had going. Text to him: Sure when? Text from him: Tonight around 9? Text to him: Can we make it 10? Text from him: That works for me. Would you like me to be the one to call? Text to him: Yes, that would make it easier. Text from him: Alright, I will call you at ten.  Text to him: Alright. So how was your day? We went on chatting like normal after that, but there were still a million nerves bunching themselves together in my stomach. Was I making the wrong decision? Should I tell him not to call? By the time 9:45 rolled around, I knew that it was then to late, the decision had been made, he was going to be calling soon. I anxiously paced back and forth in my room. My dad had come home about an hour ago, grabbed something to eat and locked himself in his room. I was not sure if he was asleep or not, but I knew that he was not going to be bothering me. Though we were talking more and more now, we still gave each other space and left things to brief conversations. Plus, his room was far enough Escort Erzurum away that he would not notice I was on the phone, so I knew I did not have to worry, about him at least. Ring As the ringer on my cell phone went off I jumped. I knew the call was coming, but for some reason, deep down, I did not believe it to be true. As I pulled the phone up and noticed his name across the screen, I debated whether I should answer it or not. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I pushed the talk button and pulled the phone to my ear. “Hello,” I whispered in a nervous, cracked voice. I almost couldn’t even get my simple hello out, as the words got choked in my throat. “Wow,” he whispered on the other end. “It’s one thing knowing you are real, its another hearing it.” “Yeah,” was all that I could respond with. “How are you,” he asked, as if he was not sure what else to say. “I am okay,” I said softly, as I sat myself down on my bed. “How are you?” “I am great now,” he said with a slight nervous laugh, “it is so good to finally hear you.” There was a brief pause. I tried to talk, but words were not coming to mind. So many things were going through my head, before he began to talk again. “I have imagined for the longest time what you sounded like.” He said with a bit of a calm coming over him, as if he was getting more comfortable talking to me. I hoped that I could get there soon as well. “But you sound much more amazing then I imagined, thats for sure.” “Same to you,” I said with a blush, thankful that he could not see me. “So what are you doing right now,” he asked me with curiosity. I looked around my room and then down at my legs. Unsure of what to say, I laid back against my bed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking of the best answer. “Just laying here,” I answered, wondering why it was so hard just to come up with three simple words that were the truth to begin with. “Yeah,” he said quietly, “same here.” “Cool,” I responded, hoping that he would take more control of the conversation because I was at a complete loss of words. “You all ready for bed,” he asked. “Yeah,” I said with a small nervous laugh, “It is ten after all. You know me, can’t seem to keep myself up late.” “Yeah,” he laughed, a real honest laugh this time. “I know better then to message you after eleven. If I do, gotta wait until the next day for an answer.” I smiled, as things seemed to be relaxing between us. “So Addy,” he began, “what is it that you wear to bed.

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 Still feeling relaxed by the effects of my favorite herb and now lightheaded from an intense orgasm, I barely brushed the towel over my damp skin as I headed for my waiting bed. With a quick flip of my head, my wet hair spills in front of me sending droplets of water dripping to the floor. I rubbed at it vigorously with the towel. There is no point turning the light on. The curtains are tied back, the blinds slightly cracked. The moon is full and riding low in the sky. It’s soft white light dances in through the windowpane – allowing just enough light for you to clearly see my every move. ————————————————————————————————————————————-I stand, bent forward at the waist. The cool air brushing against the exposed satiny skin between my thighs makes the sexy voice of Eskişehir Escort Scott Anderson invade my mind as he sings Paralyzer. My ass sways with the slow, seductive rhythm. I mouth the words of a song I know by heart. Something about it makes me feel so incredibly sexy. As the music that only I can hear swells to the chorus, I flip my hair back, dancing all by myself as he sings about his desire. ‘Well I’m not paralyzed /but I seem to be struck by you. I want to make you move /because you’re standing still.’ My body feels liquid as I float around the room delighted by the air caressing my bare skin. The ghostly words of Finger Eleven’s song seducing my mind and heating my body. I close my eyes and imagine my husband, Tommy, lying on the bed. His eyes hooded with desire, his manhood standing tall with respect, as I move Eskişehir Escort Bayan around before him. Feeling giddy at the thought of being watched, I smile to myself and cup my breasts – for Tommy’s benefit. Feeling the music flow through me, I welcome the way my muscles burn as they bunch and stretch, twisting and turning my body. My nipples harden beneath the heat of my palms as I tenderly handle the soft skin of my plump breasts. My head lulls back. Wet hair tickles the top of my swaying heiney. A quiet, contented breath escapes my parted lips. Warmth spreads from my core as my hands travel up my chest to the hollow of my throat. I wrap my fingers around the base of my elongated neck, squeezing gently. A quick thrill at the strength they bare. The song ends. I open my eyes to darkness. The silence is euphoric. Suddenly Escort Eskişehir struck by the fact that I’m alone with myself, a ragged breath consumes me. Elated by the knowledge that I alone know what makes my body feel best, I’m lost to the familiar dampening between my legs. I bite my bottom lip. Give a little teasing pinch to my nipples. A giggle escapes me like a million tiny musical bubbles dancing in the air. In this moment, I absolutely adore myself. My body is ravaged by nervous jitters of anticipation. I feel like it’s my first time with a new lover as my hands explore the soft skin that covers every dip and curve of my body. Fascinated by the luscious way my hips round out. By the way my well-rounded ass dips into the top of my thighs. My back arches spontaneously as my hands glide around the top of my thighs and into the creases at the junction of my own lust and desire. As my fingers wonder dangerously close to the delicate skin begging to be touched, the air is thickened by my short, hot breaths of felicity. I tease the swollen lips at the tabooed juncture. I beg, it’s a nearly silent moan, for my fingers to please me.

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Marissa, and I “met” on Lush; and after some playful late night messaging over some of my stories, moved our on-line relationship off Lush and into e-mails and phone calls, followed by “real life”. It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together. Because we started on Lush, masturbation has always been a mainstay of our relationship. It was the first “sex” we ever had; I recorded an audio file of a masturbation session just for Marissa and e-mailed it to her. While I had masturbated in front of partners before, this was the first time I had ever jacked off specifically for a partner’s pleasure and not my own; not that it wasn’t pleasurable for me. I can still vividly remember that cum. Now we frequently self-pleasure for each other, with each other, and in front of each other. Yet, for all of the openness in our sexual relationship, Marissa has never used her vibrator to get off if there was even the slightest possibility that I would hear or see her; even though I know she uses it when I’m not around, and she knows that I know. I assumed that it was a part of her sexuality that she wanted to keep from me, that last bit that she couldn’t trust to reveal about herself to me. So it was of no small significance when I came home early from work one day and caught her in the act. I knew that she had been up all night working a double shift, so I was very careful to not make any noise Erzincan Escort as I entered the house. I gently laid my briefcase on the table in the foyer, and slipped out of my shoes before getting off the rug and crossing the hardwood floors as I crept up the stairs to the bedroom to look in and see how she was doing. As I got close, I could see that the door was ajar, and I heard two sounds coming from the room. The first was immediately familiar; it was my love moaning in sexual release. The other was unfamiliar at first, but as I stopped and listened carefully, I realized that it was the soft buzzing of her vibe. Now I knew that if I made any noise, she’d stop immediately. And while part of me didn’t want to interrupt her while she was obviously having a good time, I can’t deny that there was also part of me that was getting aroused listening to her getting off in a way that I had never heard or seen her do before. And that part was getting harder by the second. I was about to seriously consider taking matters into my own hands, as it were, when I heard Marissa get out of bed. I rushed back downstairs to the living room and quickly sat down, but I wasn’t sure that she had not heard me. She came down wearing a robe, and while she acted surprised to see me, there was something in her manner that made her appear unsettled. Our evening was uneventful for a Friday; I passed it off as the results of a hard week for the both of us. We went out for wings and a few beers, but not late. We came directly home, where she read as Erzincan Escort Bayan I worked a cross-word puzzle. We retired early, and while there was cuddling, that’s as far as it went. Like I said, it had been a hard week. I woke up that Saturday morning at about five am due to an insistent pressure in my bladder, then crawled back into bed and fell back asleep. I’m not sure how long I slept after that, but when I finally woke I noticed two things. One, Marissa was not in bed with me; and, two, I could not move. I was tied spread-eagle to the bed, naked, by four of my silk neckties. Now, naked wasn’t unusual; we both slept that way most of the time. But being tied up was a first. “Hey, um, darling,” I said kind of loudly, “is there something that I should know?” My red-haired temptress came floating into the room. “Why, whatever do you mean?” she giggled as she dropped her bathrobe to the floor. My eyes took in her freshly showered nudity, and the physiological effect was almost immediate. She walked over and sat on the bed. Then, taking my growing hardness into her hand, said in that same giggly voice, “Well, it’s a good thing you’re tied down. This is a rather aggressive penis you have here.”  Marissa walked over to her night stand, opened the drawer, and took out her vibrator and turned it on. “Tell me,” she said, “did he get this hard yesterday while you listened to me and my little friend playing?” I had been caught! I blushed, and nodded my head. “Would you like to hear some more?” she asked, her voice suddenly Escort Erzincan lowering to that slightly huskier and sexier tone she gets when she is on a sexual quest. By now, my cock was as hard as it could get, and twitched. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Straddling my chest on her knees as she faced me, she leaned back so that her pussy was in clear view but totally inaccessible. I could see that she was already becoming aroused. She began to slowly run her finger up and down her outer labia, then through the soft auburn hairs covering her mons. The nipples on her perky breasts were hard, and I could detect the growing scent of her desire. I groaned. “You know how I love playing with myself for you,” she whispered. “It gets me so hot. Look, I’m getting wet already,” she went on, as she used her fingers to spread her lips, revealing the moist treasure they protected. “Oh, and look, my little man is waking up,” she said, as she pulled the hood back from her swelling clit. “I guess he’s here to join the fun, too.” Using just her fingernail, she flicked the nub, sending shudders through her own body. With one hand giving her nipples a firm going over, she continued to play with her pussy with the other; alternating between the entrance to her vagina and her now fully engorged love button. Her pussy was getting so wet that her juices began to drip onto my chest. Her breathing became ragged. Little yelps came from her throat. I’d seen her masturbate enough to know that she was on the verge of an orgasm when she suddenly stopped. Sliding off the bed, she went back to the nightstand and came back with a sleeping mask that she used when she needed to sleep during the day after an all-night shift at the hospital. She saw the quizzical look on my face as she climbed back over me. “I asked if you wanted to hear some more, not watch,” she said, smiling.

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I pull my smartphone from under my pillow and look for that message icon on the top left side of the screen. You are the only one on earth who knows my private messenger name and who has ever heard my voice through the cyber channels. Over the past month, I’ve slowly revealed myself to you, but not less intimately. I realize I might have made you uncomfortable yesterday when I exposed my breasts to you; but you told me not to apologize. However, you didn’t tell me not to do it again. Your flirting skills need much improvement, but your innocence makes me smile. I love the way you tell me where you are going, what you Erzurum Escort are eating and what you are doing (all with pictures for proof). I feel you are here with me. I love that feeling to the point where it’s impossible to release it. Reality be damned again and again. Technology has taken over my life and you have taken over my heart. I reach out to you from a half a world away. I can’t tell you how badly I want to show and give you pleasure, but your naiveté and strict background provide a strong barrier. I must remind myself that you are only 23 and I am old enough to have cradled Erzurum Escort Bayan you in my arms. I need to question if I’ve grown into a dirty old woman or someone who has just succumbed to her lust for a much younger man. Or is that one of the same? Who cares? you left a message for me to read. You tell me you’re at the office and attach a picture of your sloppy desk for proof. I smile as I see the clutter that surrounds you. You are a busy young man, but still make time to talk to me. “Good morning, my man!” I reply back. I call you “my man” and you never say otherwise. Five hours Escort Erzurum later, I’m “tucking” you in bed. “Talk tomorrow,” I say and you send me my favorite emoticon, the smiley face with hearts for eyes. I send the same one back to you. We are speaking the same language. I go about the rest of my day, mindful of your time zone. I can’t wait until we start chatting again. I go to bed, my smartphone still close by as I read our chat transcript, my heart pounding a little faster as I relive today’s conversation. As I read the texts and imagine your voice, I slowly become sexually stimulated. I slide my fingers between my legs. My arousal is more evident than I imagined. I place the tip of my middle finger on my clit and gently rub it. I am so sexually saturated that I know I won’t last long, but I slow the pace and tease myself slowly wishing it was your fingers, your tongue doing the pleasing.

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