"I'm going to ignore that you said that," I said, laughing at him, then kissing him quick. "The thing is that if you go into a store and you're looking around for an ugly sweater that isn't supposed to be ugly, it's mean because someone must have liked that sweater. So you're kind of making fun of them, you know? By saying that the sweater they like is ugly, and you're wearing it to a funny party as a joke."
"I can understand that," he said. "They might think some of my clothes are ugly, too, though? I wouldn't get upset if they did."
"I'm almost completely certain no one will ever find your expensive suits ugly, Asher. Or your hundred dollar sweatpants."
"Should I buy uglier sweatpants?" he asked. "I'm not sure how to do this."
"No. I like them. I like how they hang off your waist a little, like maybe they're about to fall off. When I see you in them I just want to tug them down a little more, and..."
I reached down, re-enacting my thoughts, except neither of us wore clothes. I tapped my fingernails on his hipbone, then slowly raked my nails lower as if I were pulling his pants down his thighs. My fingers may or may not have inadvertently crept rather close to the middle of Asher's legs. His cock may or may not have jumped at my touch and tapped against the edge of my hand.
"Don't go getting excited now," I said, smirking.
"I'll get excited all I want," he said. "We're trying to get you pregnant, remember?"
"Oh, is that it? That's the only reason you're going to get excited?"
"I'm going to get excited," he said, "because I want to toss you on the bed and fuck you hard, Jessika."
I breathed in fast, lost in his words. Mmm, Asher wanted to be rough and rugged, did he? Two could play at that game, except...
"We can't," I said, pulling myself away from the edge of lust-induced insanity. "Asher, we need to hurry. We've got to take a shower and get dressed before Elise gets here. We don't have a lot of time."
"I'm sure we have plenty of time," he said. "At least twenty minutes."
"You realize we've already had sex twice within the past couple of hours?"
"Once an hour sounds good, don't you think?"
"How can you even...?" I didn't finish that sentence or that thought, though. Yes, well, I didn't know how he could even be hard again, but he most certainly was. His cock was growing harder every second, too. I shifted in front of him until I had his erection trapped between my legs. We stood like that and I stared up at him, triumphant.
"Are you denying me sex, Jessika?" he asked. He tried to sound angry, but he gave himself away with a silly smile.
"Are you going to force yourself on me, my loving husband?"
"Yes," he said.
"You can't, though. We need to take a shower and get dressed."
"You're making this difficult," he said.
"I'm making it hard?" I offered, squirming side to side and shifting his cock between my thighs.
He pulled his hips back, then pushed forward, sliding in and out between my legs. "This isn't quite what I had in mind when we started this," he said.
I laughed and hopped up to kiss him, then jumped away. His shaft bounced up and down, smacking softly against my stomach, before bouncing in the open air, waiting for something he wasn't going to get right now.
"I'll wear that shirt you picked out, and... these," I said. I snatched a pair of baby blue sweatpants off a hanger in my closet.
"What's in there?" Asher asked. He pointed to a shoebox on a shelf in the back of my closet. "Do you keep shoes on shelves?"
I looked down, because, no, I didn't keep shoes on shelves... all of my old shoes were lined up on the closet floor. I was sure that some people probably kept shoes on shelves, but that's not why that shoebox was there.
"Um, it's nothing," I said fast. Likely too fast.
"Oh?" Asher asked, suspicious. "Nothing, is it?"
Before I could stop him, he slipped past me and grabbed the shoebox. I tried to steal it away from him, but he evaded me and held it high above his head.
"Asher!" I said. "I think this is an invasion of privacy!"
He shook the box, teasing me.
"Don't shake that! There's..."
The box started to vibrate. Well... ugh. Really now? Really, Asher?
He stared at me, curious and confused, then he popped open the top of the box and peeked inside.
It was my sex toy box. With all my sex toys. They were kept in good condition, and still looked nice despite having been in the closet of my apartment for over a year. I hadn't used them in awhile. Honestly, I didn't really need sex toys when I had Asher. Sometimes we were a bit insatiable together. I didn't know if this was a good or a bad thing.
"Yes," I said, standing tall. "Yes, Asher, those are my sex toys."
He pulled out the vibrating one, grabbing it by the handle. The soft, phallic shaft was whirling and vibrating in little circles, with pleasure beads spinning behind a translucent piece circling the base. Splitting off from the handle was another attachment that popped up and vibrated on its own. It had two little prongs like rabbit ears. It was one of my favorite toys, too. Or it used to be. Maybe it still was? I did really like it. I kind of missed it in a strange way. I mean, we didn't need it, but...
"Interesting..." he said.
I didn't like the way he said that, nor did I appreciate the sinister glint in his eyes.
"You can put it back now," I said. "You can turn it off and put it back in my shoebox and put it back on my shelf."
"I'll go start the shower," he said, ignoring me. Or, he partly ignored me. He put the shoebox back, but he kept my toy with him.
And then he left. He just walked out of my bedroom, holding it! The audacity of... of him. Of Asher. My husband. Really? We were in a hurry! At least he wasn't trying to pin me down and use it on me, I supposed. Maybe he was just curious? What would it be like if he did pin me down and use it on me? Hm...
I sighed and grabbed my t-shirt off the floor, adding it to the sweatpants in my hands, then followed Asher to the bathroom.
***
Asher had started the shower without me. He stood outside it, staring in, waiting. Water cascaded in an arc, from the showerhead to the mat in the tub, splashing softly before sliding into the drain. This was all well and good and looked and sounded exactly how a shower should sound, except Asher wasn't in the shower.
"Are you getting in?" I asked. I bent at the waist and placed my clothes on top of the toilet lid, then bumped him with my hips.
In reply, Asher smacked my butt. I jumped up, startled, and stared at him, mouth agape, but he just laughed. Belatedly, I realized he still had my vibrator held in one of his hands.
"What are you doing?" I asked, giving him a look; that look.
"Spanking you," he said. "Also, I'm waiting for the shower to warm up."
"Oh," I said. Both of those were answers, yes. Not quite what I had in mind, though. "Sorry. It's like that. It should be warm in a minute."
He nodded.
"And what are you doing with that?" I asked, tapping the vibrator in his hand.
"I thought we should rinse it off or wash it?" he answered.
"You thought that because... why?"
He flashed me a devilish grin. "I thought, my dear wife, we could use it later."
"Asher, I don't want to use it later. That's... it's weird. We can't use that together." I didn't think we could? Could we? I guess I never really thought about it before. To be honest, I was perfectly happy with our fingers and mouths and hands and other things. Asher's cock satisfied me well enough, so I couldn't quite see the use of a vibrator? Maybe I needed to think about it more, though.
In the corner of my mind, I remembered Elise's erotic short story. Which was fiction and hadn't actually happened. I think. I wasn't sure. Maybe it happened. Based on a true story? Anyways, Lucent used a vibrator in that, but it was a bigger one. I'd heard about those, with people using things touted as "back massagers" as sex toy vibrators instead, but I didn't kno
w much besides that. It certainly wasn't the same as my little bunny one, at least.
I had to admit that Elise's story was kind of sexy. I mean, it was sexy if I pretended the characters weren't actually Elise and Lucent. That was a little strange. I'm sure she and Lucent had wonderful sex together, but it wasn't exactly something I'd ever had an inclination to watch. I did kind of want some details, but, um...
I didn't know where my thoughts were going with this, so I decided to stop right there. Cut it out, Jessika!
The shower was warm enough now and Asher, in all his naked glory, stepped in. Sadly, it wasn't much of a shower. We had something much bigger at the mansion. My apartment was... not so big. Also, Asher took my vibrator with him.
I ignored him for the time being and searched for bath towels in a tiny closet nook. I found one, but that was it.
"Do you mind sharing a towel with me?" I asked him.
He shrugged and shook his head, which was the only part of him I could see from this side of the shower curtain. I grabbed the towel and hung it on a towel rod near the shower, then pulled the shower curtain aside and joined him. I didn't know if this was a mistake or not. I thought it might be.
Warm water splashed against our bodies, cozy and nice. I liked taking showers with Asher because of that. It was comfortable and warm and fun. Except most of the time we ended up having sex in the shower. I liked this, too, except, uh... right now we needed to hurry! We couldn't do that. Elise would be here very soon. Very very very soon.
"Asher," I said. "What are you doing?"
I knew full well what he was doing. He was cleaning my vibrator with body wash. I liked that body wash, too. It was a full body feminine one, safe for use on uh... feminine parts? It felt nice and made me smell good. We had some just like it at the mansion, but the one here was much less expensive. Body wash was body wash, so I didn't really care all that much, though.
He held the base of the vibrator in one hand while he stroked the shaft with his other hand. Soapy suds added to the mix. It really didn't look good.
"You know what that looks like?" I asked.
He turned to look at me, brow furrowed. "Hm?"
"It looks like you're jerking off my vibrator. The soap, too. You must be doing a good job. Looks like you've brought it to climax?"
He stared at me, dumbfounded. I stared back at him, possibly equally dumbfounded. I didn't know where any of that came from. He laughed.
Asher stopped stroking my vibrator and then rinsed it thoroughly before setting it off to the side on the edge of the tub. It was sort of a tub, at least. I couldn't quite take baths here, unless a little over a foot of water counted as a good bath. Even then, if I tried to sit or lay down, my feet ended up scrunched and bent oddly. I loved baths, but this just wasn't the best bathtub for them.
"I'm done," he said.
"Are you really?" I asked. "Because we really are in a hurry here. We're supposed to be hurrying, Asher."
"Yes, yes, of course..."
He reached for my body wash on the little shelf under the showerhead and squirted some into his hands. He started lathering it up and I thought that was that and we'd start to shower now. I splashed water on myself, rinsing down my body, then splashed some on him, too. When I went to reach for the body wash, he stopped me.
"We're in a rush," he said. "Please, allow me?"
I stared at him because I knew exactly what this meant, and it wasn't anything good. He tried to sound helpful and considerate, but I was fairly certain that currently he was anything but. "Asher, we really are in a hurry here," I said.
He ignored me and started rubbing his hands on my arms and shoulders. "Yes, I know that. Turn around?"
I sighed and did as he asked. Mostly because, unfortunately for me, Asher was very good at this. In multiple ways, I mean. I liked showering with him because of the actual showering part, but unfortunately the cleaning part usually turned into something that was potentially much less clean and far more messy, but it didn't matter all that much because we were already in the shower and could clean up again, right?
The reasoning made sense in my mind. It made sense, but we were in a rush! If he just stuck to washing, we should be fine, though. Also, honestly, it was a lot easier to have someone else do it for you sometimes. If Asher washed me and I washed him, we'd be done in a fraction of the time, especially since we were technically taking a shower together. It should work. Sort of, hopefully.
He rubbed soap onto my shoulders and the back of my neck, then scrubbed down my arms.
"That feels nice," I said. I was facing away from the shower now. Asher's back stopped most of the water from hitting me directly, but some of it still splashed against my shoulders and my sides.
He brought his hands back to my neck again and started kneading and massaging my muscles with his fingertips.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Mmm." I didn't want to use words right now.
He kept going like that, doing more massaging and washing than anything else. All was going well, and he ran his hands down my back and my sides. I began to squirm and writhe because it tickled.
"Jessika, stop moving," Asher said. I could hear the grin in his voice.
"You're tickling me!" I shrieked.
He did it again, more, on purpose, and I jumped back, nearly sending us both toppling to the bathtub floor. Asher caught me and managed to keep his footing, though. He wrapped me up in his arms, his chest pressed against my back, and kept washing me, never missing a beat.
This was when bad things started to happen, though.
His strong hands pressed against my stomach, pushing inwards slightly. His fingers massaged there, too. This was bad, because I really really really liked that. I leaned back, my head resting on his shoulders, while his fingers worked my abdominal muscles. He moved lower, little by little, until his thumbs were by my belly button and his other fingers were gently massaging my pubic mound. He didn't go as far as to press his fingers against my labia or my clit, but... honestly, he might as well have. Oh God, this was heavenly.
I turned my head to the side and lifted my chin up so I could kiss his cheek. "Maybe we can," I whispered. "Quickly, if... if you're alright with that?"
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Sample (Sweet)
Please enjoy this sample from the fantasy romance novel, The Monster Within: Elemental Love, by Cerys du Lys
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Solace was a cook and a scullion maid, a seamstress and a servant. She waited on tables at the local inn when they let her, and she went out and picked herbs to sell to anyone who would buy them. She knew the very basics of alchemy and herbalism and could mix up medicine to cure most common ailments. She liked animals and the woods and reading, though not in any particular order She was a little strange, but not too much, and overall her life would have been wonderful except for one thing.
Everyone hated her.
When she cooked, even if she tested what she made and did her best to ensure it tasted nice, everyone complained about the flavor. She could never seem to clean as good as anyone else, no matter how hard she tried. Her sewing was impeccable, without a stitch out of place, but most everyone always criticized her about this or that and no one offered her more than a copper coin for any of the work she did.
Men tripped her when she waited on their tables at the local tavern or made lewd comments about her and told her she was only good for one thing. Except, of course, they added that she wasn't good enough for them no matter what, but they had a horse in the stables she could spread her legs for if she liked.
She tried to ignore them, she really did. She wanted to be happy. Solace put on a front, smiling and humming to herself whenever anyone else was around, because she wanted to show them that she was just like anyone else. She wouldn't get angry or be upset or disappoint anyone or give them any reason to dislike her.
But still, they hated her.
; They hated her when she was younger and when she grew up. When she was fourteen, a traveling man came into town and treated her nicely for the first time in her life, but only for a little while. In the evening when the man rented a room at the inn, she helped him and tended to his needs, cleaning his dusty clothes and doing a bit of mending in exchange for a warm place to stay that night. Later, he left for an hour to take a walk around town. When he returned he looked at her with a blank expression on his face and asked her to leave.
She still remembered it, his eyes lacking focus and his mouth slightly agape, not staring at her but through her. "Leave," he said. "Please, I don't want any trouble."
He did give her a silver coin, though. She kept it with her all this time, even now, seven years later. For some reason it seemed too precious to spend, as if it was something of a keepsake, a special memory. She begged and pleaded with the blacksmith to poke a hole through it (which he did in exchange for a week of hard labor). Then she scrounged and saved up for two weeks, performing arduous tasks for a fraction of their worth, so she could buy a leather cord from the tanner. It would have only taken her one week, but the man refused to sell anything to her for less than double its regular cost.
It didn't matter, though. Solace owned a necklace now, made from fine leather with the silver coin as a pendant. She wore it everywhere and refused to part with it. People offered her this or that in attempts to get her to sell it, but she refused them. Some even acted nice as a ruse, asking politely if they could see it, but she said no.
After that, some acted not so nice and she'd gained more than a few bruises, but it never went too far.
One man was nice to her after that, though. Nice enough, at least. He let her into the church basement, down to their library, where he let her borrow books in exchange for performing secretarial duties. She organized shelves and helped him rewrite sections if necessary, or she delivered letters he needed sent. He paid her fairly, too, except the church didn't have much money to spare. Still, instead of coins, he let her sleep in the stables at night and borrow books, and he offered her dinner if the church had food to spare. When it was too cold, he sometimes snuck her into the library where she could huddle in the corner beneath blankets and hope no one came in and saw her. Mostly no one ever did, but if necessary she snuck through one of the basement windows and spent the night in the chill, wintry outdoors.
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