“You didn’t think I’d end up with a computer program, or a robot, whatever you call it.” Connie had to agree she never saw it coming in her lifetime, either.
“I didn’t think I’d be so jealous, real man or not,” Aaron said sadly, and Connie turned back to him. The heat of an obvious blush radiated down her neck and prickled her skin, hardening her nipples. The twitch of her pussy signaled new arousal.
“I want you to come back, to me,” Aaron told her. “I know things probably won’t be the same, but that’s okay because I want things between us to be better, more open.”
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away. “I want that, too, Aaron,” she said.
He scooted closer to her, smiling as her warmth appeared to reach him without them having to touch.
When Aaron tentatively opened his arms, Connie accepted the opportunity to embrace and fell easily against him. A rush of love overwhelmed. Though their separation hadn’t lasted very long, she was glad to know Aaron was still hard in all the right places and tender with his touch. She rested her head against his firm chest and sighed with content as two hands stroked her back. Gradually they leaned as one further back until Connie rested on top of him, both bodies horizontal on the sofa.
A few quiet, comfortable moments passed before Aaron asked, “So, you said you could only access this, ah, world after midnight?”
“Mmm.”
“So how is it we are here now?”
Connie lifted her head from Aaron’s chest, his heartbeat still pounding in her ears. “I don’t know. This whole experience seems different from the other times.”
“What did you do to negotiate leaving? Is there a computer here we can use to go back?”
“No, at least not in this house.” Connie wrinkled her brows. “Why do you ask? Are you in a rush to leave?”
“No. It seems okay here. It’s quiet, and I’m guessing we wouldn’t have to worry about rent or taxes.” They laughed together. “I just worry about meeting ‘myself,’ if you catch my drift.”
“Actually, that probably won’t happen. I have reason to believe we switch with our counterparts during these excursions.” Connie cringed, thinking of the mischief caused by her own Min while she was in the real world.
“Huh. I suppose that’s okay.” Aaron grinned. “Let him handle Suzy.”
“Right.” Connie could only imagine how the young woman would react upon encountering Min Aaron, babbling in incoherent Minese and wanting to play grab ass. Of course, given Suzy’s lack of abilities, she would likely not be able to tell the difference. “As for leaving,” Connie wheedled, walking her fingers along Aaron’s chest, down to the fly of his pants, “there is a series of procedures we could try.”
“Such as?” Aaron’s hand came to rest at the swell of her buttocks, and squeezed.
“Would you like to tour the dungeon?” Connie’s voice took on a sultry tone. “You may find a few ideas for getting reacquainted.” Yet, as Connie shifted over Aaron for a more comfortable position the idea of leaving the couch held less appeal.
“The dungeon?” Aaron’s laugh changed pitch, deepening in tone as Connie burrowed between his parted legs and rested her belly against his tented cock. “Do I even want to know?”
“Well, I suppose it could wait.” Connie lapped one leg over Aaron’s and squeezed him closer. The ache in her pussy strengthened, yet grinding her hips against him did little to satisfy her. She had missed this closeness, this ease of conversation that had often prefaced their lovemaking. She needed to experience him fully, and feel him inside her. The dungeon could wait for another visit, if they even needed to come back here. Loving Aaron, feeling Aaron inside her, could not.
To her delight, the growing smile on his face and the eagerness of his hands told her the same thing.
They undressed slowly to reintroduce each other to their bodies. Connie treated Aaron like a birthday present to be savored, undoing each button on his shirt with care, waiting until all were free before pulling back the fabric to reveal the solid muscle of his chest. In return, she was rewarded by the slow, erogenous heat generated by Aaron’s touch as he carefully traced the lace borders of her bra, running his fingerpads over the straps and back again before freeing her breasts for further study. Once exposed, Connie let her shoulders roll back and moaned as Aaron’s palms came to hover over the mounds, not quite touching, yet the sensation and anticipation burned her skin.
Her nipples tightened, willed by his intent. “I’ve missed these so much,” Aaron whispered, and finally covered her breasts completely. He tested their weight and kneaded them softly; Connie felt the sensation shoot straight to her pussy. “I’ve missed you, Con,” he added, and bent forward to take one into his mouth.
Connie’s fingers danced along his corded shoulders and neck as he suckled. Yes, this was definitely a different experience than with Min Aaron—her husband knew the right spots to nip and suck, knew exactly where put his hands and what patches of skin to massage to encourage her juices to flow. She, too, knew the path down his spine was the key to enhancing his arousal, and by the time her knuckles had gently rubbed the base of his back Aaron had her on her back and her slacks and panties were quickly discarded on the floor.
Spreading her knees apart, Aaron helped one leg over the sofa back and wrapped the other behind his back. Connie dug a heel into Aaron’s backside and bucked her hips upward to better present her moistened pussy for his approval. The mere brush of his fingertip against the sensitive inner lips sent a shockwave rolling up her body.
“Missed this so much,” Aaron breathed over her pussy, then gently began to lap at her clit. With small, rapid strokes he licked her nub, pausing every so often to swirl his tongue over her lips and probe her core. The pattern was a practiced routine she enjoyed, one she realized the Min hadn’t known.
She squeezed her eyes shut, intent on concentrating on the now, and expelled further thoughts of Min Aaron, and Min Mark, from her mind. This was what she wanted, whom she wanted. If she could be grateful for her experiences with DoMINion, it would be because it helped to make this moment possible. She never wanted it to end, even as Aaron’s attentions intensified and guided her to a body-quaking orgasm, better than any she had enjoyed since their split.
“Mmm.” She grasped the edge of the sofa and cried her release, tensing her back and thrusting her hips upward. Aaron couldn’t be swayed, and moved with her, his lips still attached to her pussy as she came back to earth. With one last broad upward stroke he kissed her belly, then leaned back to undress all the way.
“I can’t wait anymore, Con.” With a low grunt, Aaron shifted in place to maneuver his pants around his ankles, then off entirely. Kneeling on the sofa, his cock stood to attention, longer and thicker than Connie had ever seen it. She couldn’t wait to feel the soft skin between her lips, and nibble at the tip the way he liked before swiping away any pre-cum. Yet, she understood his need, and welcomed him to join with her.
When he entered her pussy, everything blurred and faded into the distance. Connie focused on the emotions flitting across Aaron’s face as he gently rocked inside her. His elbows, positioned on either side of her head, braced the cushion, and his nipples gently scraped against hers as he dipped low for full contact.
“Mmm, I’ve missed this,” Connie whispered, and lifted her head up to join Aaron in a deep, probing kiss. Their tongues mated and twisted, sorely off time to Aaron’s thrusts, but Connie felt too dizzy to care. She bucked her hips to match his energy and constricted her channel to enhance the effect. Deep moaning down her throat provided Connie with her husband’s approval.
Husband. Aaron was her husband again. And if they happened to be stuck in the Min world, Connie wouldn’t care less, so long as they were together.
Aaron broke away from the kiss just as he came, arching his head back to roar his release. The warmth spread to her limbs and Connie shifted wildly so Aaron’s final thrusts could hit her G spot the righ
t way. Spent, she welcomed Aaron’s collapse and held him tightly to her, kissing the beads of sweat from his forehead.
“I love you, Con,” he whispered, and lowered himself slightly to ease his softening cock from her pussy. Gathering her in his arms, he shifted them around until both lay on part of the sofa. “I love being with you. I should never have…”
Connie quieted him with a kiss. No sense dwelling on the past, when the present provided better memories. “Just hold me,” she said, and snuggled deeper into him. She let the rhythm of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, lull her into dreamless, blissful sleep. Who had need to dream, when she already lived the best of it? With a smile, she let her heavy eyelids close and offered one last thought of gratitude to Darla before consciousness faded.
She needed to call in sick more often.
Chapter Fourteen
She awoke, as she had hoped, still in Aaron’s arms, naked and cooled. An arm had fallen asleep, and she shifted slightly to rub the life back into it. One side of her forearm was red from the pressure, and Connie massaged herself gently to bring back the color. Odd, though, how the imprint of Darla’s couch cushions hadn’t pressed into her skin.
Connie stopped and sat upright suddenly, jarring Aaron awake. They were still in the Min house. The clock on the mantel indicated that some time had passed since they drifted into sleep, too. Why hadn’t they returned home?
“Con, what’s wrong?” Aaron groaned and stretched.
Connie settled back against Aaron’s hips. “N-nothing, I guess. I’m just surprised we haven’t returned. It usually happens after a long, er, nap.”
Aaron rubbed his eyes and inspected the living room as if everything were normal. “Maybe it’s not our time,” he suggested.
“How do you figure?” Connie couldn’t wait to hear a theory from a man who eschewed even calculators.
“You said your previous experiences here were fleeting, ending only after sexual encounters, correct?” When Connie nodded, he continued, “Assuming a higher force, or whatever, is behind all of this, it could be you are able to access this game from the inside for a true purpose.”
“That purpose being?” Connie wanted to know.
Aaron cast her a sly glance. “Your happiness.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “Answer me this. When you were here, with the other me and … that other guy, how did you feel afterward. I mean really?”
“Good. It felt good to have sex again.” Connie had to be honest. “But in the back of my mind I knew the feeling wouldn’t last. I always seemed to want for more, and I guess that’s why I couldn’t stop playing the game.” That made sense. The experiences with the Mins did more to charge her hunger than satisfy it. With Aaron now, she felt more at peace.
But why were they still here and not home, where they could start over again? She voiced as much to Aaron and received an arm around the shoulder with his reply.
“Look at it this way, Con. The experiences you had helped you to realize what it was you truly wanted, and in some way I was unconsciously made aware of what I was missing,” he said. “Now that we’re together, do you think it’s possible the reason we are here is because this place allows us to work things out without interruption? Here we can get to know each other all over again, and learn things about each other we never bothered to know in the first place. Here we have a second chance, so maybe we should take advantage of that.”
Connie considered this. No jobs to attend, no interventions from Darla. Min Connie’s bank account was such that they could survive awhile, maybe give them time to master Minese if they decided to leave the house. “But what about the other Mins? There’s another Suzy roaming around.”
“And I think it’s safe to say we won’t see her,” Aaron assured her. “She wasn’t too happy when I left this morning, and I doubt she’ll miss me. If this Min person is like her, she won’t come hunting. I just hope the house is still in one piece when we get back.”
Connie laughed. “I loved that house, but I think I like this one more. I’m glad we get to stay here, however indefinite.”
“I’m glad to be here with you.” Aaron kissed her nose, then rose and pulled Connie into his arms. “Now,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes, “about that dungeon…”
About the Author
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Also by Leigh Ellwood
In the Dareville series…
Truth or Dare
The Dares That Bind
Dare Me
Daring Young Man
Double Dare
Dare to Dream
Dare and Dare Alike
Daringly Delicious
A Winter’s Dare
By the Chimney With Dare
Handle With Dare
Where Angels Dare to Tread
Dare to Act
In the Love is Bliss series…
Sheer Bliss
Pure Bliss
Holiday Bliss (Hot Holiday Treats Box Set)
Laundry Day
Keyes Manor – “Episode” One
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TV Intro
New to the fictional O-Zone television network – Keyes Manor!
Welcome to the first “episode” of the sexy new show. Carmela Keyes runs the apartment complex with fun and sex games but despite her curious nature, she never partakes in the Manor’s Saturday key parties. In this “pilot” episode Carmela is trying to find a sex mate, but with her own private laundry day party.
Clothing prohibited.
Laundry Day
Carmela Keyes dumped the bowl of apartment keys on her bed, anticipation and fear warring inside her. What if Declan didn’t apply – again? The array of keys boosted her confidence every time. Despite her rule that anyone who applied for laundry day with her could not participate in the weekly Keyes Manor key party, she always had more than ten keys. A quick count told her she had fourteen applicants this time. Fourteen people who knew her rule of all day nakedness, laundry and sex.
Apartment four caught her attention. Surprised that the perky blonde was attracted to her, she put the key in a pile marked maybe. Though she got at least one female applicant every month this was the first time number four had applied.
If he didn’t apply would she actually pick someone this time? Saving herself for someone who might not be interested in her seemed more ridiculous with each month his key didn’t appear in the bowl.
She leaned back on the bed and studied the pile of keys. They fell in such a way that she could only see the first two for sure. The ones underneath would remain a mystery until she spread them out. Every month her hopes crashed when his key didn’t show up. Every month she worked herself up into such a sexual state she finished the laundry in record time then spent the rest of the day fantasizing about him while pleasuring herself.
She grabbed the grocery list she had on the night stand and added batteries to the bottom. Almost time to leave, she turned her attention back to the keys and the choice at hand. The regulars were there. Number twelve applied every laundry day. A twinge of guilt made her put his key in the maybe pile.
She had no intention of sleeping with anyone in her apartment complex except Declan. If she was a stronger person she would just ask him out. But what if he said no? She didn’t want that kind of rejection. Rejection is never fun. At least this way she could delude herself into thinking he was busy, wasn’t into walking around naked all day, couldn’t have sex because he was in training for some
thing. Not that he wasn’t interested in her.
She took a deep breath, put her hand on top of the pile and pushed the keys out. On the bottom of the pile the corner of a number caught her eye. She moved the key on top of it, her heart racing. Number ten.
She bounced up and down on the bed. Keys danced on the bedspread, jangled and clunked to the floor. In her excitement she almost toppled over the side herself. She stopped her happy ball impression as her mind raced with errands to run, things to buy before tomorrow. Laundry day had never been what she wanted it to be until now so she had to make sure it was perfect.
She grabbed the grocery list again. With the day she had planned for them they would need sustenance. Under whipped cream, cherries, chocolate syrup she wrote down wine, crossed it off then wrote it down again. Alcohol might fuzzy the waters and she wanted to remember every second of the day. She crossed it off again and wrote sports drinks. For good measure she added some real food too. Junk food alone would not sustain them.
Panic set in when she realized the longest conversation they’d had was three sentences on a thirty second elevator ride when she’d been going to his floor to fix a tenant’s toilet. At least the meet up hadn’t been on her way back down, when she’d been soaked because she’d neglected to turn off the water first. Sure, she’d spied on him. Stalked him on social media and grilled people he knew about what he liked, without them realizing they were being grilled. But they’d never actually had a conversation worth remembering.
If things worked out they could always play strip poker. For laundry day though she would hold all the cards, and the clothes. She shoved thoughts of conversation aside, instead filling her mind with images of them writhing on the bed, sweat soaked and satisfied. Already turned on, she wanted to find release. Wanted to use her favorite vibrator, feel it pulse inside her. Wanted to tease her clit with the speed on full until she couldn’t take it anymore. But she would rather save that pent up sexual energy for Declan.
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