Sigh...I'm hopeless...but this idea had been in formulation for many years in many variation so yah. Next in the lineup is Gilded in Gold 9-10, then The Dark in Your Blue Eyes, By Night, My Love, and then Stone Cold Steele. Since this is a new idea the continuation depends on how much you guys like it so comment and rate and let me know. And i promise this is the last of my new ideas until I have one of my regular series finished first (i.
Sitting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and reading the paper, I didn't hear her soft footsteps until a moment before she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her lips into my neck. Ellen's arms snaked down my chest, over my stomach and down to my thighs. She bit down, causing me to wince slightly as the delicate strands of her long, light brown hair cascaded over my neck.
"Take it, Princess," he moaned against my ear, hips rocking against me. He felt so big inside of me.
I gasped and whimpered against him. He held me so tightly, as tightly as my pussy held him. I felt so small in his arms, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure roaring through me with each thrust. I was all his.
"Yes," I gasped agreed moaned
Ellie sighed and pressed her thighs together tightly, taking another sip of her drink as she contemplated her options.
- Ashley was lonely and horny...
She was getting ready to go to Matthew's party. They'd known each other since she used to work at the bookstore. He'd been a regular customer there getting all his professional books from them. He didn't read much else than textbooks. That's what he'd told her when she struck a conversation with him. She had kind of a crush on him since the first time he came into the store.
She took a deep breath through her lightly painted red lips as she reached her hand forward and pushed the button for the elevator.
The doorman informed her that Mr. RJ was waiting for her at the top floor. She was very excited about this job interview, as she needed the money. She had always wanted to work as a personal assistant to a high corporate executive, but to think that she was actually being interviewed for the position to be an assistant to the president, well it was more than she could believe possible.
We are laughing, talking and holding each other's hands as we walk down the hotel hallway. We get to the threshold of the room I had reserved earlier in the day. I put the key in the lock, open the door, and follow her into the room. She turns to me, smiling, but sees that my face has grown stern.
"You were late this afternoon, Baby. You know how valuable time is to me, and to us.
It's still dark outside, but I've already built the fire back up, and I'm staring into the flickering flames when I hear you softly padding into the room.
My chair is understated, but it is where I journal, ponder, process before the day begins in earnest. Just to the right is a large, luxurious floor pillow, a mound of soft comforting warmth. You settle into the pillow, sighing as you rest your head against my thigh and twine your arms around my leg.
Old memories of an old mattress, the stench of old cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
I know. Objectively, that sounds gross. But it sets the scene for some of my favorite memories.
I remember little of specific nights. But I remember bits and pieces, like bits of glass glued together haphazardly, creating the mosaic of who we were and are. In such a way that it looks like there is no pattern, no grand design until you step back and your breath is taken away because it's so beautiful.
Traveling home from the movies, Master and I were discussing the movie just seen and the parts not seen as I had been instructed to service him during the movie and missing a good portion of it, he was filling me in.
We were traveling on a well used two lane highway to get back home. The passing headlights intermittently lighting up our faces.
Master asked if I had prepared anything for dinner after the movie, and I flippantly respond; "