Inspired by Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Monday.
Emily knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. Adam and Jason had been friends for years and this was nothing more than their annual fishing trip. But this year she couldn’t keep her thoughts from racing. Maybe it had to do with Jason’s recent divorce. Or maybe it was the way Adam teased her before he left about crushing on his friend. Regardless of the cause, her thoughts and emotions had been all over the place since the men left two days ago.
I started this for Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme, but I didn’t get it done in time. But better late than never, right?
He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She’d been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory.
Inspired by this week’s Masturbation Monday meme, put forth by the dedicated and lovely Kayla Lords.
He lay there, unable to sleep, his cock hard with images from the weekend flashing through his mind. He’d assumed his lust had been satisfied with all the fucking they did, but apparently not.
She was leaning against the bar, half watching the game, idly playing on her phone. He’d been watching her all night–hell, all month if he’d be honest with himself. Every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, she rolled in, ordered a 7 and 7, and pretended to watch whatever football game was on the big screen.
Happy Anniversary, Kayla!
Carrie knew she was starting to get drunk, not because the room was spinning, but by the conversation she and Beth were having. Carrie never shared much about her and Mike’s sex life, but tonight, on their third bottle of wine between the two of them, she was talking more than ever.
I’d say I’m sorry for all the girl-girl sex here on the blog lately, but really, I’m not. It seems it’s what’s always on my mind these days.
This is one of my latest WIP, so please excuse the rough edges.
“Do you feel it? The chemistry between us?” she whispered in my ear, the heat from her mouth tickling my skin.
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak.
Her fingers played at the bottom of my back, barely touching, almost as though afraid to venture into unknown territory, fearful they would be told no.
Not my best piece, but it is what it is.
He must have thought I was asleep. The room had been quiet for nearly an hour, both of us underneath the covers on opposite sides of the bed.
Jen heard the bartender call last call at the same moment she realized she’d drank just a little too much and the room was starting to tilt. “Fuck,” she murmured, hoping the spinning wouldn’t start before she got home safe.
It had been a long day. Too long of a day. Between the baby’s cries and the bitchy women at work, she was exhausted.
Once the house was quiet for the night, she poured herself a glass of wine and headed into the bathroom, the water for her bath already filling the room with steamy fog.
“Come on, hon.” She walks towards the edge of the water, “I thought you wanted to go for a swim.”
Will follows and drops their towels at the water’s edge, watching Tess’s body move into the water, moon light reflecting off her curves. I’m one lucky bastard.