July 2008
Masturbating
Carolyn stepped from the shower and rubbed herself briskly
with a large towel. She loved the feeling of the soft material
brushing over her skin and continued rubbing long after she was
dry. Her breasts tingled with the excitement of the towel and her
nipples stood erect and sensitive. She licked her fingers and
teased one while she continued to towel her crotch with the other
hand.
Damn Alan, she swore to herself.
She had dated him for almost a year, and the two of them had
experienced a complete panacea of pleasure together. Eventually,
though, he had become serious and possessive, constantly talking
about getting married and settling down. She was not ready for
that, and knew that a marriage would end in disaster. He would
not listen, though, and finally broke off their relationship. She
closed her eyes and remembered one of their last times together
as the towel slipped away and she continued rubbing her clitoris.
Night between sheets
Ever since then, she had kept sex in perspective and took
care not to confuse a good lay with moonlight and roses. Don had
fallen into the first category but, Connie’s defenses were
falling slowly but surely. As much as she wanted to regard him as
nothing more than a hot night between the sheets, she sensed a
special chemistry that raised danger signals. But she ignored
them and continued increasing her involvement with him. Neither
of them asked anything of the other, but Connie was ready to
restrict her love life to him and him alone, were he to ask. But,
she knew, he would never ask – and she was happier for it. There
were still a thousand Carolyns in the world and as many Raymonds,
Phillips and, perhaps, even one or two more Dons.
First double penetration
first double penetration
When they returned from their trip, Connie invited her lover to a motel for a threesome with her aunt. The two women stripped him and tied him to the bed, one eating him while he ate the other. They made him come repeatedly until his chest and stomach was covered with sperm. Then they dressed and left him, tied spread-eagle on the bed. Just before they walked out, Connie called his wife and told her where to find her husband. She was never proud of herself for doing it, but she felt it restored her self-respect. If he had been honest, she knew, she would have never been so hurt. Carlie laughed for three weeks.