He stroked my clit with his thumb through my panties, then put his whole hand inside them. His palm pressed me, his fingers playing with my slickness. He put a finger inside me, and I muffled my cry with my hand, not caring if I smeared my lipstick.
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I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you—this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your bos
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His eyes followed my every movement. The front of his pants had begun bulging again, and that sight triggered more desire. I pushed my hand into the front of my panties and found the hard nodule of my clit. I pinched it as I pinched my nipple, working both small tight buds at the same time.
I put my arms around his neck to bring his mouth back to my neck. He obliged me by kissing me there. I tilted my head to offer him more, and he took it. He pressed his teeth to the spot he'd bitten but didn't bite this time. His tongue smoothed the spot. He slid his hands beneath my rear to tilt me…
The hand on my throat moved down to cup my breast. A sigh eased out of me, followed by a quick intake of breath when he passed a thumb over my nipple, already straining against the lace. He tweaked it through my clothes, then put his hand flat over it again. A hand over my heart and his mouth on the…
He slid his hand between us and I felt his fingers close around his cock, lubricating it with the wetness from my lips, and the thought of what he was doing excited me even more. In another moment he'd pulled me back against his again and continued stroking my clit, but now his penis slid more smoot…
'Suck her nipples,' Dan offered. 'She likes that.' Jack nodded and slid up my body to take my nipple between his lips before I even had time to take a breath. I'd been right about the tongue stud. Like the ring in his penis, the metal was warm and smooth, and I gasped as he worked it against my fles…
He positioned himself on top of me, using his arms to keep from crushing me. His cock nudged me, and I parted for him and tilted my hips to allow him entrance. He rubbed the tip along my folds, pushing in a little before reaching between us to guide himself all the way inside. I moaned when he did,…
His hand slid down my hip to my thigh. His fingers caught the hem of my skirt, inching it up as we danced, until he could slip his hand beneath it. He cupped me, the heel of his hand pressed against my clit on the outside of my panties.
His hand slid up my back to tangle in my hair, tip my head back, bare my throat to his mouth as he bent to slide his lips along my skin. I felt myself gasp but couldn't hear it. He pulled me closer, and I gave in to his whim.
I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want that commitment. A boyfriend is flowers and holding hands and having to buy cute little cards for holidays. A boyfriend is an investment, an emotional investment, and I don't want to give it and I... I don't want to expect it.
I didn't know his birthday, or if he had siblings, or where he'd grown up. I didn't know his favorite color, or if he'd played sports. I knew how he tasted and smelled, and I knew the length and girth of his penis, the curve of his ass, the pattern of freckles on his shoulder, the number of hairs su…
'No, Dan. I need to know that if I say no, you'll stop. I need to know that.'
There was no good reason for me to do as he said, not then, not ever. I want to make that very clear. No mater what Dan asked of me, I always had the ability to say no. I simply didn't take it.
I didn't want to believe him. I wanted to think he was full of empty words. I wanted to walk away from him. I wanted all of those things, but in the end, had none of them.
I wanted to see him again, wanted to feel his hands on me, wanted to come with him inside me. I wanted all those things, and the wanting frightened me.
I won't say it's okay, because it's not. If you want to break up with me, Elle, then do it. But I'm not going to make it easy for you.
I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they have made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me…
Sex makes bumble-tongued fools even out of the most eloquent, but the beauty of it is that it also tunes our ears to hear the meaning of words that, spoken under other circumstances, would make us laugh or cry or frown.
I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears
You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?