She was spent and wet. Her inner thighs ached and burned as her fluids seeped from inside. It was a welcome reminder of the pleasure. He was a common man with an insatiable appetite to experience and explore her. Over and over through the night, he explored her. But this wasn’t a one-sided sexual endeavor. She was opening up also, letting him use her for his curiosity.
Eugene and Madison took advantage of each other and did things as if they had a list of sexual activities they needed to check off before going back to their regular lives. Once while standing up against the huge hotel room window. Another time, while in the shower, she showed him the magic of a shower massage. During breakfast she lined up four donuts on his hard cock and ate them off, (the lemon cream-filled one was a real mess). He got out a magnifying glass and did an extensive exam on her pussy and its reactions to ice and other foods and liquids. He wrote in his small notepad with a bright red pen, “Point of reference, super spicy hot tabasco sauce does not belong on a pussy. It’s just wrong and burns like hell.”
Madison was running out of things to try. She was happy Eugene had a vivid imagination. Of course she’d always had that fantasy about the four firemen taking turns trying to extinguish her fire.
Lying on the torn-apart bed, she was trying to kick back a little. She took a deep, cleansing breath. “Eugene, I am really not like this at all.
Please don’t think of me as some kind of slut. My whole life is a test in pressure. Every day it’s something different giving me stress and headaches.”
Eugene lay beside her, watching and listening. “I don’t have anything against sluts.”
With a loud slap, Madison hit his bare chest.
“Ouch, that hurt.”
“Well that’s what you get for calling me a slut.” Madison knew he was teasing but liked teasing him back.
“I haven’t dated in months and haven’t had a lasting relationship for five years. It was either a career, or Jake. I chose the career because I vowed never to be dependent on a man taking care of everything and leaving me to just sit around raising four kids. I wanted to be my own woman. Do you understand?” She looked over into his eyes and knew his answer. He understood.
He thought nothing less of her because she had basically fucked him into submission. Her body was etched in his mind and he just wanted to spend time admiring her. They lay nude, side-by-side, and began to get to know each other even better.
Eugene lowered his head, “Two years ago my fiancée left me for someone else.”
“Another man?” Madison didn’t want to bring up the pain.
“No, not another guy”
Grimacing she asked, “Oh my, another woman?”
“Not really, she left me for a hermaphrodite. I guess she wasn’t sure what she wanted so she said that way she got the best of both worlds.” Eugene stared sadly at her. Seeing she was about to burst into laughter, he winked and began to laugh.
“I always wanted to write a story about that but it was just too fucking weird.”
Madison looked deep into Eugene’s eyes. She needed to be honest and this was the time. “Eugene, you know this can’t last. We live three thousand miles apart. I came here to get away. I needed a break to find some peace in my life. I didn’t know I’d find a great guy like you.” She smiled and continued. “Let’s not be silly and act like one of those romance movies or like the perfect couples in your books. This is reality. We have three more days here. Let’s take advantage of what we have and make the memories be lasting and fucking fantastic.”
With a wide smile, Eugene nodded. “I know, Madison. I know. You mentioned fucking, right?”
- - -
Madison stretched across the bed like a cat, her back arched and fingers reaching outward. A smile crossed her face and her skin was exposed and sensual. She breathed in deeply and Eugene just stared at her sleeping, sexy body.
His cock bobbed a bit from the memory of earlier. “I know, Barney, she’s pretty hot. What? I don’t know if she’s awake and I am not going to ask her for a blowjob. You have a one track mind.” After pausing Eugene blinked a few times and realized he was talking to his dick again. “I’ll ask her when she wakes up, okay?” Barney bobbed in agreement.
Eugene sat naked at his computer, typing in the darkness of the small room. His eyes kept gazing toward the bed and the woman lying in it. To most people it would be considered odd to sit in a hotel room, naked, typing on a laptop and eating Doritos with a warm Dr. Pepper, but not to Eugene. He felt great. He had gotten properly laid and an idea for a book hit him like a wooden door slamming into his face.
His block was gone. Maybe it was the sex, or that the time off had cleared his mind. Eugene knew what it was. His muse was lying in the bed across from him. Her honesty and simple mannerisms inspired him.
The sex didn’t hurt either. But there are people who can inspire others. He’d been lucky in more ways than one. Madison had opened his eyes and freed all the caged beasts locked in his mind. She was right.
He stilled. Fuck them, I’ll write what I want and won’t let others dictate what my inner voice is saying.
It was an odd moment for Eugene because he hadn’t had a flow of consciousness like this in a long while and he wanted to get it all down on paper. Or at least onto his hard drive. The inspiration was exciting and it added to his hard on. Creativity was awfully arousing.
Waking from her restful sleep, Madison felt a slight chill from the light breeze flowing through the window. She looked across the room to the small table. The screen of the computer reflected on Eugene’s face.
His focused stare reminded her of a mad scientist planning his next experiment. Her imagination as to what he was creating was scary. All his stories were filled with sex, toys and lust. If he created a machine to be a substitute for men she wanted to try it out. At least a machine could be kept in a drawer beside the bed to be taken out after going to the movies and seeing her favorite actor. If it paid the bills and made morning coffee she’d pay extra.
As he typed away, Madison liked seeing him naked and semi-erect.
There was something about the intensity of his eyes. He was quiet and focused on his writing. And it really made her hot. She was the playful type and wanted to see if she could break his concentration.
Moving her legs downward, she pulled the sheets off her skin, leaving her totally uncovered. There was a little neon glow from outside that made her visible. She kept her eyes slightly open to be able to see Eugene. Even though she was completely exposed and the room was cool, she felt warmth flowing through her body. It was centering on the small space between her legs.
Madison wasn’t shy. In fact, the exhibitionist in her got off by showing her man what she wanted. With each passing moment, she became hotter and hotter.
Her hands brushed against her skin, uncaring if Eugene was watching or not. She was comfortable, feeling damn sexy, her pussy was hot and she had a growing urge to let loose. If she needed to do it herself, she had no problem with it. Who better to know what to touch? What part of her pussy to stroke, the exact way to massage her sensitive clit which was stiffening below the thin hood of flesh. Her chest began to rise and fall in a rhythmic flow.
She could feel Eugene’s eyes watching her. She knew he was watching her finger her pussy and how she was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. The throbbing of her clit began to drive her crazy. If she touched it she would convulse and shiver in the thralls of ecstasy.
His eyes stared intensely at Madison as she squirmed and touched all the parts of her body he had seen, touched, licked and fucked over the last few days and nights. But seeing her touch herself and knowing exactly where to fondle began to get to him. He leaned back in his seat and just watched her. She was painting a masterpiece, with her fingers as the brushes.
Her breasts were full and the nipples tight and erect. He was so close but far enough away that he couldn’t touch her. Madison rolled side to side in the bed sq
ueezing and opening her legs. Eugene grabbed his cock, wanting to be between those tight legs. She drove him crazy and he could see everything through the dim light.
He sat, firmly grasping his swollen cock in his hand. He stroked it a few times as Madison pushed her fingers into her wet pussy. He longed to be those fingers, stretching inside those engorged walls of pleasure.
Madison began to pant, a fever rising inside. She put her fingers to her lips, tasting her own juices that flowed within her. A deep moan signaled the closeness of her orgasm. Her fingers parted the labia and entered her pussy. Her eyes opened and she looked toward Eugene and moaned again.
She wanted him to feel this with her.
She lay flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, her fingers glistening with the very essence of her body. Her pussy begging to be violated by his rigid cock.
He sat, panting as she moaned softly. Her body was twitching and jerking with the spasms from her orgasm. Her legs stopped shaking and now Eugene knew it was his turn to release the inner urges from his loins. He needed to get his rocks off.
Eugene couldn’t handle this torture any longer. His cock throbbed in his hand as he tried in vain to control his urge to ravage Madison. “Fuck this, I can’t take it anymore” he yelled as he stood up, hopped over the table and rushed toward the bed. His cock was erect and pointing forward as he ran. It bobbed up and down like a fishing pole with a fish hooked on the line. He leaped toward Madison, in shock she moved her leg up and turned.
With a thud Eugene curled up in the bed. Madison’s knee had hit squarely into his balls.
“Oh, God,” Eugene’s eyes rolled as the initial pain shot through his body. “I can’t fucking believe this happened. Let me check. One, two, thank God. I still have my balls.”
Madison tried to roll him onto his back, “I am so sorry, Eugene, you scared me.” She held back her laugh as he lay like a newborn baby.
“Let me look at it”
“No, leave me alone. Don’t touch it! Go away, you broke them. I’ll never fuck again!”
“Bullshit!” She yanked him over and saw he still sported a hard on.
“Aww, poor baby. Let me kiss and make it all better.” Her head lowered to between Eugene’s legs and he closed his eyes.
Madison’s mouth was hot, wet and tight. Eugene missed the feel of a woman and knew that this sensation was feeding his imagination.
“Mmmm, I don’t want this.”
A tear filled Eugene’s eye. “B-b-but…”
“I’m feeling adventurous. You want to try something different?” Her words were seductive and devious.
Eugene swallowed and cleared his throat. “Ummm, adventurous?”
A smile widened across her mouth and she turned around in the bed
, her back to Eugene as she straddled him. She leaned forward, resting her breasts on his legs. She fumbled through her purse that she had hung on the end of the bed.
She was hot and so ready to be filled by a thick, hard cock and Eugene’s lay just beneath her pussy. Her labia gently brushed his shaft, daring him to enter. She couldn’t let him in yet. Not yet, first things first.
Fighting through the childproof-like wrapping, Madison opened the condom and raised herself up onto her knees. The tight rubber coat rolled down the length of Eugene’s cock.
Sucking air between her teeth, Madison had the familiar urge to feel him inside of her. She pushed up on her knees and wiggled to get Eugene’s cock pushing at her opening. With a quick drop, she lowered onto him, grinding against his pelvis. She could swear that the head of his cock was pushing against her cervix. Her body slowly rose and fell on his cock, letting her legs pace the thrusts.
Madison could feel Eugene’s hands gripping tighter and harder while he held her ass. He would groan in pleasure every time she tightened her pussy around him.
Her eyes closed and she leaned back, reaching her hand to balance her body. She pushed her body up, letting Eugene’s cock free. She had something else she wanted.
“Sorry, it fell out. Sweetheart, put it…”
Madison reached her free arm to her pussy and grabbed the head of Eugene’s cock. It was slick and lubricated from the condom and her wet juices. Lifting up, she pushed his cock along the opening of her pussy and back further to the opening of her anus.
Madison’s eyes were still closed and she knew what she wanted. With a slow descent she let Eugene’s cock enter her ass. She shuddered and gasped with each inch entering her.
Eugene breathed in. “Fuck, Madison, you are so fucking tight. I am about to explode.”
Madison kept leaning back, almost falling.
Eugene pressed his hand against her back, supporting her.
The crest of her wave was approaching as she rode Eugene’s cock rhythmically. In, out, in out, slow but hard. She kept her hand in front to keep him inside and vigorously stroked her clit. The mix of tension and pleasure stirred an orgasmic stew of passion.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Eugene began to yell, getting close to climaxing.
Madison whispered, “Don’t say oh shit, oh shit when you’re fucking a woman in the ass, dear. Kinda ruins the mood.”
She smiled as she thought of her comment and began to breathe quickly, riding the edge of her own carnal paradise. Her fingers toying with the bud of her passion and enjoying the depth of bliss from Eugene.
“I’m not gonna make it, I can’t hold it any longer.” Eugene began to moan.
“Oh, just a few more, one more…” Madison felt her spasms starting.
Eugene erupted. His cock pulsed within Madison’s ass and she continued fucking him.
She threw her head back, moaning while tingles of pleasure trickled along her spine, the juices from her orgasm mixing between them. After a few minutes, their bodies relaxed. She lifted up, letting Eugene free and lowered back down, his cock resting along the split of her pussy. She began to giggle because everything tickled for some reason.
“I can’t move my legs. They’re numb.”
Eugene smiled. “Yeah, I have that effect on women,” he tried to tease her with his joke.
Madison looked down between them and flicked her finger over his balls.
“Hey, what the fuck was that for?”
Madison climbed off him and said, “Because. Even though you fucked my asshole doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”
Chapter Five
The airport was crowded with people going back home to their previous lives.
“Let’s not drag this out. This week was paradise for me. But paradise couldn’t last forever. Maybe in another time, another place, things would have worked out, but we live on opposite sides of the country and I can’t survive a long distance relationship. So let’s be adult about this and remember this week for what it was. We lived out our fantasies with someone we truly connected to.” She leaned in and hugged him.
“But, there has to…”
She stopped him with a brush of her finger across his lips. “Don’t spoil it. You have to let me go.”
He stood there, watching, as the woman who had inspired him like no other walked away.
- - -
Jenna turned the last page of the manuscript and breathed in deep.
“Eugene, this shit is fucking great. I can’t believe you cranked this book out so quickly and ahead of schedule. The story of the writer meeting the woman on the beach, the hot, hot sex, and him finding the inspiration he was longing for…it is just brilliant. This reminds me of your older books, the heart is really in this one. I’m not sure about the ending though. You know how the publisher is about happy endings and all. They may ask you to change it.”
Eugene stood up from the brown leather chair. “I won’t change it. I’ll take it somewhere else if they don’t like it. This is reality.” With a sigh he continued, “Not everything ends in a perfect way, Jenna. Sometimes it ends sadly, and there’s nothing you can do but remember the good stuff. I learned this.”
“Okay
, Eugene. I’ll submit it to the publisher with that notation on it. I am sure they will understand. Hell, you’ve made them a lot of money, the least they can do is listen and let you be free to write whatever you want.”
Eugene had a definite case of déjà vu. Madison had told him the exact same thing. He wondered if she was okay.
“Hey, Eugene? This dedication. ‘For Madison, my muse’. That’s all you want it to say?”
“Yes. Nothing more than that.”
Jenna took a few more notes. “Who’s Madison? Have I met her?”
“No, I met her on my vacation a few months back. Just leave everything like it is. I trust your edits but let’s not mess with it too much, I’m really proud of this one. I have to go now; I have a plane to catch.”
Eugene shook her hand and walked out of the office and to the elevator. He looked down, contemplating what he was going to do next.
What would his next story be? He thought maybe a trip to the east coast would answer that question.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed. The taxi pulled up and he stood by the open door, “Hello? Madison? Yes, she loved the book. My plane leaves in about two hours. I need to go grab my suitcases. I should be there about midnight. Yes, two weeks.” He paused as she talked on the other end. A smile crossed his face and he blushed.
Climbing into the cab he laughed. “Okay, babe, I’ll bring the boxers with the rubber chicken saying, ‘wanna see my pecker?”
THE END
About the Author
A lifelong Californian, S.L. Carpenter began writing humorous short stories many years ago, finally finding a home for them when ePublishing began its rise to prominence. He would like you to know, right up front, yes…he’s a guy.
His talent for short stories led to more in-depth novellas and eventually to the many titles currently available, some in print. Readers have eagerly devoured each of his new solo releases, and enjoyed Feels So Right, along with the other novels he has co-written with Sahara Kelly. There are no boundaries to the imagination, as far as S.L. Carpenter is concerned, although you will find several of his heroes looking for redemption and salvation in the arms of the right woman.
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