Sam’s eyes were shiny and her breathing shallow as she pulled her dress off, exposing herself entirely to her friend, her lover. Her body was perfect, Lauren thought. She pulled Sam down into her arms and pressed her lips to hers and kissed her hard as she rolled on top of her. Sam kissed her right back and the kiss felt fantastic.
Lauren then put her lips to Sam’s throat and licked a gentle trail down to her sex and began kissing her there. Her pussy was as wet and gleaming as her own and Lauren subjected it to a persistent licking. Sam groaned deeply and ran her hands up over her stiff nipples as Lauren licked deep inside her. She cried out in total abandon when she licked her to a blissful orgasm.
Then Lauren slithered back up the bed and the two women looked at each other. They held the look, their eyes locked, and then they both smiled. No words were necessary. They kissed for a very long time after that, losing themselves in the kiss. Then they lay quietly on their backs, Lauren’s arm under Sam’s neck, Sam’s head on her left shoulder. Their naked bodies were damp from their recent efforts.
‘I love you,’ Sam said ‘I always have, you know. I love everything about you.’
Lauren sighed. ‘I love you too,’ she said. It was true. She’d always loved Sam as the closest of friends and now they had enjoyed the most incredible sex together as well. What was that but romantic love? Or was it just sex? It certainly wasn’t any old sex, that was for sure. This was the kind of sex she’d been denied for too long – mind blowing, ecstatic, out of this world. She loved Sam for it. She needed her for it. She ached for it. They made love again. And again. And again, over and over.
It was only when they finally stopped and Sam, all passions spent at last, lay slumbering peacefully by her side, that the guilt began to set in with Lauren. What in God’s name was she going to do about Mark, she wondered anxiously. She looked up at the ceiling, her face clouded with concern. One thing was certain, she told herself. She must not tell him about what had happened between her and Sam. It was essential that she keep quiet about that. It would have to be her guilty secret.
And that was what it remained for the next three months as her affair with Sam raged like a forest fire. Finally Sam gave her an ultimatum. She told her: ‘It’s him or me’. Lauren was fed up with all the deception, all the lies she’d been telling Mark about the non-existent business trips she was going on all the time, the fictitious conference she’d attended in Paris and the other in Milan. Not that he took any real notice of anything she said these days.
Things really were at their lowest ebb between Lauren and her work-obsessed husband. She saw Mark very rarely indeed now and when she did, he just wasn’t there. He was present in the flesh, sure, but it was like his mind had travelled to another planet – the planet Simpson and fucking Gray. He was completely and utterly consumed by his work now, by his overwhelming ambition. ‘It’s him or me,’ Sam had said. Lauren made her choice.
Glass Houses
by Heidi Champa
I’m the first one to admit it; I’m a snoop. Every since I can remember, I’ve always gotten such a thrill from searching out the answers to secrets and surprises. Christmas, birthdays, you name it. I’ve never been any good at waiting. If there was something I wanted, I wanted it now. But, when that wasn’t an option, I always had to satisfy myself and my curiosity. Even now, as a grown woman, I couldn’t control the urge to find out what Maggie was hiding from me.
The box was black velvet. The smooth and soft surface felt so good under my fingers. I had found it in the back of the closet, after just a few minutes of snooping. I knew she was hiding something. I knew she was being more sneaky than usual. The lid hinge creaked slightly as I pulled it open. There it was. The most beautiful dildo I had ever seen.
I had seen it first months ago, at the toy store downtown. It was perfect; glass, thick and long, with a red swirl from base to tip. We had been shopping for lingerie when it caught my eye, transfixing me with its shiny beauty. Before we had left the store, I had already begun fantasizing about it slipping into me, strapped to my partner’s perfect hips. The smooth surface would ease into me so sweetly. I just had to convince her to buy it for me. Sure, I could have bought it for myself. But thinking about my dear, sweet girl, walking into that shop and bringing that perfect piece of glass home was part of what made it all so hot. It had become such a pervasive fantasy, the glass finally settling between my pussy lips, my Maggie making me beg for more. If only I could make her want it as much as I did.
I had hinted many times about how much I would like to feel that dildo in my pussy. Nothing seemed to entice her enough to buy it. It had clearly become her way of teasing me, making me wait until I couldn’t bear it anymore. When I finally gave up, my only consolation became that I would receive it as a gift someday. Obviously, my hints hadn’t fallen on deaf ears. We had used toys before, many times. But, for some reason this one had taken a hold of me like no other before it. Now that it was in my hand, I could hardly believe it was finally going to fill my pussy, like it had filled my thoughts.
Maggie never let on that she had purchased the glass cock. It was just as I thought; she was teasing me all this time. I wondered if she enjoyed my begging as much as I did. Usually, she never made me wait for gifts or tokens of her affection. I was somewhat spoiled by her. Not that she minded, most of the time. This was clearly her way of teaching me a lesson; one I was eager to learn. I held the dildo in my hands, feeling it for the first time. I could feel my pussy getting wet, the anticipation getting the better of me. Now all I had to do was wait, for her to give it to me. But, who knew how long that would be?
I didn’t hear the front door open. I didn’t hear her footfalls on the hardwood. Too caught up in my own fantasy, she surprised me with her voice.
“What are you doing?” She looked at me from the doorway, her arms folded. I was caught. She glanced at the dildo, then back to my blushing face. She walked towards me and sat down. Taking the toy from my hands, she finally looked me in the eyes.
“You were snooping again. How many times have I told you about that?” Her hand slipped down my cheek gently. I looked down at the dildo, sitting in her lap. I worried that she would make me wait even longer for it now.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“I told you to be patient. But you had to have it now, didn’t you? Well, maybe I should give you your wish. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I didn’t need to answer. She picked up the dildo and brought its cool surface up to my lips. I tried not to shudder as the glass head smoothed over my mouth, and I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue out to taste it. Maggie took this as a chance to push it gently between my lips, being careful not to bang into my teeth.
“Close your eyes, my dear.” I did as she wanted, as I always did.
The cool glass quickly started to heat up in my mouth, as I sucked the head of the dildo. I could feel the flush of heat growing between my legs, just having the toy in my mouth. She pushed it deeper, my gentle sucking turning more intense. My eyes remained closed, even though I desperately wanted to see my Maggie. I snuck a peek at her face, her eyes intently watching me. She pulled the dildo from my lips, replacing it with her hot mouth. The kiss, the sweep of her tongue on mine threw more gas on my fire. I let my hands roam over her, settling on the gentle slopes of her breasts. Her nipples swelled under the cotton of her blouse, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Maggie took my hand and led me up the stairs. I could hear the glass of the dildo gently clacking against her topaz ring. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she opened her blouse slowly, each button more of a production than the last. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing stockings clinging to her perfect thighs. I moved to stand up, to touch my beloved, but she pushed me back down on the edge of the bed. She opened the drawer next to the bed, and I watched her slip into her beautiful leather harness. I could barely breathe. Coming towards me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful bo
dy.
Lifting my arms, she pulled my shirt over my head, her pussy just beyond its leather restraint. I could smell her excitement, as I was sure she could smell mine. She allowed me to stand up long enough to remove my pants, leaving my damp panties exactly where they were. I watched with an unflinching gaze as, pushing me to my knees, she attached the most beautiful toy I had ever seen snugly into the harness.
I reached up to feel her wet sex, the slick wetness sliding under my fingers. As I eased two fingers inside her, she pushed the dildo between my lips again. She rocked her hips against my teasing fingers, as the dildo slid effortlessly into my mouth. Moans escaped her lips as I flicked my thumb over her clit. Maggie made the most exquisite noises when I fingered her. The head of the dildo hit gently against the back of my throat, I followed the red swirl from base to tip with my tongue.
“God, you are so beautiful.” Her sweet words filled my ears. I looked up at Maggie, my eyes straining to look at her face.
She pulled me up to my feet, and reached her tiny hand into my panties. I groaned as I felt her fingers practically melt into my wet flesh. She pushed inside me with almost no effort, my pussy putting up no resistance. I was far too excited. Soon, I was lying back on the bed, my panties taking the long slow trip down my legs to the floor. Her hot mouth was between my legs before I could take another breath. Sweeping her tongue across my clit, she dived inside my cunt with two fingers, thrusting them inside in a slow rhythm. The pad of her thumb came to rest on my tight little button, rubbing circles over and over.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I could barely breathe, let alone think to answer her with words. I nodded, but she wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easy. Her mouth attacked my cunt yet again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted that toy inside me so badly, but she was going to make me beg; just like I wanted her to.
“I want you to fuck me. Please, Maggie. Please, I need it.” My words were tumbling out of my mouth in a torrent. I continued to blather on and on as she knelt on the bed between my legs, rubbing her fingers, moist from my pussy on the dildo’s hard surface. Maggie’s smooth hand ran down my thigh, sending quivers up to my spine. I saw the glistening tip of the toy come to rest between my swollen pussy lips, and she swirled the cool surface over my weeping gash. Teasing me with slow circles of torturous pleasure, I thrust my hips at her helplessly, as a smile played across her lips.
“You want it so bad, don’t you, my dear? I was going to make you wait a while longer, but you just had to go and be a little snoop. I guess I’ll just have to make you come with this beautiful cock right now. But promise me you won’t snoop any more.”
Maggie smiled again. She knew I would never be able to stop snooping. I could make her a thousand promises, but we both knew my resolve would crumble at the very next opportunity. But, at that moment I would have said anything, promised anything, to get her to fuck me.
She was really starting to enjoy herself. The head of the cock eased inside me, spreading me open inch by inch. Just as I was relishing the fullness inside my pussy, she pulled back. I couldn’t suppress the whimper of disappointment from escaping my throat.
“God, Maggie. I promise, I promise. Please, I can’t take it any more. Fuck me. Fuck me with that amazing cock.”
“Promise what? What do you promise?”
“I promise I’ll never snoop again. I swear it. I promise I’ll never do it again. Please, Maggie. Please. I swear it. I won’t snoop ever again.”
Her smile spread open wide, and I felt the dildo easing into me, slowly. So slowly. Finally, I felt the leather harness against my bare flesh. She was in me to the hilt. Planting a slow, deep kiss on my lips, Maggie pumped her hips into me, my legs wrapping around her to take every thrust. She moved in and out of me deliberately, each powerful stroke going deeper than the last. The glass had warmed inside me, the rippled surface teasing my cunt from the inside out. The leather harness, so soft and supple, grazed my sensitive clit with each teasing swirl of her hips. I felt the rumble of my orgasm building inside me. Maggie closed her lips around an aching nipple, flicking her hot tongue over it until I couldn’t stand any more pleasure. I bucked my hips against her, and felt my orgasm breaking and crashing through me. I shook and writhed beneath her beautiful body, her hands guiding my hips on to the massive dildo, riding me through my ecstasy.
As I returned to earth, the first thing I saw was my beautiful Maggie, her eyes glowing, stroking my hair. I could only manage a small smile, my body weak from coming so hard. I looked down at the beautiful toy, still glistening between her legs. Maggie smiled at me and kissed my lips lightly.
“It’s a shame you didn’t find your other surprise. I guess you didn’t look hard enough. Oh well, I guess you’ll just have to wait. Since you promised and all.”
She and I both knew I could never last. The punishment for snooping was just too much fun.
Dancing Queen
by Elizabeth Cage
‘Happy birthday, Jo. This should give you hours of pleasure.’
‘Cheers, Kelly,’ I replied, impatiently peeling away the lavender tissue paper. I grinned as it revealed a luminous pink vibrator.
‘Thought your old one must be worn out by now,’ she joked. ‘I’ve already put the batteries in, so it’s ready for use.’
‘You know me so well.’
‘No time to use it now, you greedy bitch. Later,’ she laughed. ‘Are you ready? We’ll be late, otherwise.’
‘Do you think it’s too short?’ I asked, smoothing down my new leopard-print dress.
‘A dress can never be too short,’ she proclaimed. ‘Bend over.’
I obeyed. Kelly frowned. ‘Let’s just say I can see what you had for breakfast.’
I smiled. ‘Filthy cow. Ready to go, then?’
It was a sultry summer night and even with the car windows open, it felt hot and stuffy as Kelly drove into the packed car park of the Tonic Singles Club. In a way, I suppose, we came here on false pretences. True, we were the prerequisite over thirty. Easily. And we were both unattached. But that isn’t why we came. We were not looking for love, as the song goes.
‘Evening, girls. Can I see your membership cards?’
Nigel, the doorman, dressed in black dress suit and bow tie, took a pride in doing his job properly, even though we were regulars. As I fumbled in my pouch bag for the plastic membership card, my feet began to tap instinctively as strains of funky commercial house music filtered down from the upstairs room.
‘Okay, girls. Have a good evening.’
Our first stop was, of course, the toilets. Pushing past the cubicles, air heavy with a cocktail of hairspray and perfume, I elbowed my way to the mirror to check my make-up while Kelly had a pee.
‘Got your pen?’ she asked, from behind the door.
‘Check.’
‘Paper.’
‘Check.’
‘Right.’ The toilet flushed and she emerged, eyes radiant, ready for action.
We made our entrance, strutting through the kaleidoscope of flashing, swirling lights, the thump-thump of the bass sending vibrations through our bodies. It was a guest DJ tonight. As usual, I sauntered over.
‘Play any requests?’ I asked.
‘What do you want?’
I’d already scribbled on a piece of paper. He glanced down. ‘What’s this? War and Peace?’ My request list was ten deep. I smiled sweetly.
Kelly got us a table behind the speakers. She gestured across the crowded dance floor. ‘You think your dress is short - look at that woman over there, flashing the gash. Hey, he’s playing Booty Luv. Let’s get us some floor space.’
We danced alone and around each other, Kelly swaying, her eyes closed. Savouring the sounds. Absorbing the music. She looked good as always, wearing a red dress, ribbon-thin straps, short, with a scoop neckline. The dress hugged her lithe, toned body, highlighting her slim waist. She moved her bronzed arms above her head.
The rhythm was pou
nding, pulsating, pumping.
‘I’m streaming,’ said Kelly, tweaking her waxed spikes of white-blonde hair. Sweat was pouring down her face, dripping down her neck into the crevice between her small neat breasts. ‘Back in a mo. Have to cool down.’
As she exited, the tempo changed to the slow wailing of Celine Dion and a man beside me muttered, ‘Erection section. It’s a groper.’
I pretended to rifle through my bag, avoiding eye contact with any male who might want to slow dance. Or smooch, as we used to call it when I was a teenager. In the days when we went to the church disco and leapt about to the songs of Sweet and T Rex and Mud and the Rubettes. And played strip poker in the shed outside with a group of older kids, boys and girls.
‘Not dancing?’ I looked up to see a guy with a nervous smile.
I shook my head. ‘No thanks, not to this. Too slow for me.’
‘Perhaps later?’
‘Okay.’ He walked away and was soon on the dance floor with a petite redhead in a halter-neck dress, her breasts brushing against his aubergine shirt.
I hoped Kelly wouldn’t be much longer. I disliked sitting there alone. I’d known her since school. We just clicked right away. Did everything together. Best friends. Until she’d married Shaun. After that, we’d drifted apart, although she still phoned occasionally and we met for a drink sometimes. Then, one night about a year ago, to celebrate her divorce, we went to a nightclub together and I remembered how much I’d loved to dance in my teens, how I missed it. I got such a high, such a buzz, that we started to go out together every week.
Kelly finally returned, looking flushed. ‘It’s too hot,’ she complained. ‘Slowies still going on?’
‘Last one,’ I replied. They usually played in sets of three and we were at last on to Lady In Red.
‘I hate that song,’ muttered Kelly. ‘I hope he puts some decent music on next.’
Thankfully, one of my requests followed. When I danced to one of my favourite tunes I closed my eyes and I felt like I was having sex in public, it turned me on so much. I loved to play slutty girl.
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