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Bound by Cotton

51hw4oz2urlThe door closed, plunging her into a darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.

“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in reply. “You’ve already begun.”

She tasted his lips. A soft, moist press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther, cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.

Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as long as he slid his cock into her.

With a gentle nip against her shoulder, he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could only feel. (more…)

Valentine Dreams

51hgjub0lBecky could actually hear her own heart pounding. The air seemed to move as the woman spoke. Every hair on Becky’s body felt lifted and pulled at the same time, as if the visitor’s presence alone had become a palpable touch. Ethereal fingertips brushed across her neck before dancing down her spine in an indescribable bouquet of sensation. Warmth expanded in her chest, rushing toward her abdomen before leaping across each of her toes.

What’s happening to me?

Becky watched the woman levitate herself into the chair only a few inches from her own, the same perfect posture pressing her breasts outward and hinting at the nipples below. The overpoweringly seductive scent. The woman’s knees touched and turned inward, letting the fabric of her dress brush against Becky’s. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hand, staring with what could only be described as rapt fascination.

“I’m Valentine,” the woman said.

Becky licked her lips, nerves frayed. She didn’t want to move her legs farther away but she wasn’t quite ready to move them closer either. “Like the day?” Her flush deepened. How could I say something so stupid? (more…)

The Present

OYuqXq9X“Becky helped me pick out your anniversary present today,” Lisa said, looking over at Becky with a smirk. “She even helped me wrap it.”

Davis looked back to Becky, intrigued. The light from the windows behind her shone through her skirt, highlighting the space between her legs without actually showing anything. As he stared, a small patch of redness snuck upon both her cheeks. Unable to hold her gaze any longer, he looked back at Lisa, hoping his eyes hadn’t lingered for an inappropriate length of time.

“After all her hard work, I figured taking her to dinner was the least we could do.” Lisa opened the bottle of wine. “Besides…” She loosed a bewitching smile as she filled two glasses. “I was hoping you would want her to see you unwrap it.”

Davis was getting more confused by the minute.”Uhm… I guess that depends on what it is.” He smiled uneasily, knowing the type of presents Lisa had given him in private before. His cock decided to rise rapidly. He shifted closer to the back of the couch, hoping Becky wouldn’t see the swelling in his pants.

“Are you okay?” Lisa asked as she walked past him and into the living room with the two glasses. She handed one to Becky and turned back to face him. She took a small sip from her glass as a wicked grin climbed her face. “You look a little…uncomfortable.”

The two women’s eyes bored into him. His face was on fire. He hoped he wasn’t blushing too badly. He decided to play it off. “Well.” He tried and mostly succeeded at a smile. “When you have two gorgeous, scantily clad women in your living room, something is bound to come up.”

The women giggled at his quip. Their reactions more arousing than embarrassing.

What the hell did they talk about today?

“Well, stop gawking and go get ready,” Lisa commanded. “The sooner we eat dinner, the sooner you can unwrap your gift.” She looked at Becky before they both looked down and giggled again. “I want to give you time to enjoy your dessert…one delicious lick at a time.”

Now Davis was sure he was being excluded from something but he had no idea what it was. He only knew he couldn’t get any harder. He wanted to roll Lisa’s dress up her thighs so badly he couldn’t stand it. Dinner was going to be an eternity. He was going to be rock solid for hours.

“Your wish is my command.” He pretended to tip a nonexistent hat as his cock strained painfully. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” he jested.

Lisa didn’t miss a beat. “Who?” She smiled with mock confusion, switching her gaze from Davis to Becky and back again. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see your eyes burning through her dress.” Her jealousy was all feigned.

“Uhmm…” Again, he had been taken totally by surprise. “That would be you, my love.” His voice cracked as the words barely squeaked free.

“No way,” Lisa quipped. “I’m not going to let you mess up all my hard work.” She snickered, looking at Becky. “I’m not going to let you mess up Becky’s hard work either.” Her eyes lit on Davis’s face again.

Becky put her forehead on Lisa’s shoulder and giggled again.

Davis couldn’t believe what Lisa was saying in front of a stranger. He was dumbstruck. Dumbstruck with a cock that was ready to explode in his pants. “Okaaay…”He drew out the word slowly. “I’ll go get ready.”

“Hurry back,” Becky called sweetly.

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