The Search for the Rabbit

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The story started with a friend’s hens’ night. All these girls bundled up with naughty thoughts in place, drinking champagne from straws with suggestive shapes, talking about honeymoon and a video were not many clothes were showing…

One of my friends came to me and in quiet words and loud laughs told me about this new toy she just got… THE RABBIT… uuuhhhh apparently something really interesting. The advertisement was powerful and got me salivating for one. Especially because I had just wrapped up a relationship with a bastard of a boyfriend and was in need of some love. A toy sounded like a nice compensation.

The only issue was my inexperience in acquiring something like that.

On the following week I got off the train and thought to myself: today is the day I’ll make this happen. So I walked purposefully to the adult shop that I saw on my way in. Had to go over a litany in my mind: I’m a 30 years old woman, independent, strong, empowered, I can and will have the strength to go into an adult shop any time I want. I deserve my pleasure, I am cool, I am confident… and so on. My heart was playing the drums on my chest, I had a dry mouth and felt like a teenager waiting for her first kiss.

I was also worried someone saw me going into the store… but honestly what if someone did! So what??? Or that is what I was also telling myself. My convincing powers were not that strong by the shaking of my hands, I just kept hoping I didn’t start drooling.

I was in a place far, far away from home and yet I felt like all eyes were on my back with my ducked head. But I persisted over my own ghosts and righteous voices. Part of me really wanted to go home.

But the other part was already drooling for the toys… plural, after all if I was going in I should come out fully happy wouldn’t you agree?

I mustered all my strength, my determination, my will power and climbed the stairs through the little hidden door to a new world. I felt like a kid in a candy store! So many options, colours, sizes, toys of all types. I was trying to be inconspicuous but there was just me at the store and the salesman saw me straight away.

Would it be too much to ask for a saleswoman? Did it really have to be a man?

Well I was there and could breathe better just because I was out of the street and had won the argument between the old-lady-proper-me and the new-funky-liberated-me, me. Meaning I had come to the store as planned.

I found myself a nice little corner out of the direct view of the salesman and started my self-instruction in options.

I was one of those women married for a long time that hadn’t seen many different of sizes and shapes of instruments so the abundance of different issues in display was extremely interesting. Some things I saw scared the hell out of me… what was that? A hand, a whole hand?

My nice corner was full of the battery powered options and I was slowly going through all the normal sized options when I heard someone approaching.

“Gosh! How dreadful!” I thought to myself. But there comes the salesman:

‘Can I help you with anything?’

‘No… I’m ok. What was I supposed to say? That I was just having a look? To my complete mortification the man was set in helping me.’

‘I can show you how they work. I can put the batteries on so you can check. Said the helpful man.’

‘No thanks, I am ok. Appalled with the idea of seeing the things buzzing on a strange man’s hand. Maybe he can show me where I can find a hole in the floor for me to put my head on.’

‘Girls like this one.’

He showed me one with a thingy attached to the side, my mind went crazy. How was I supposed to tell the man that I didn’t want that one? The Bastard (the foretold discarded boyfriend) had opened me for some new possibilities and I was looking for a toy that I could use and didn’t leave… much material out when in use… this way the new boyfriend I was planning on getting soon could use the free… plug… with himself, understand? If I got one of the fanciful ones I wouldn’t be able to use it when I got the new boyfriend. Therefore I didn’t want any of the things with attachments; I wanted the plainer one, normal size, normal shape…

‘How about this one? It’s too big isn’t it?’

At this point I was hoping for a cataclysm, a blackout, anything that would let me run and hide from the nice man. Even without my answer he went on:

‘This one is too small hum?’

I felt like saying: “I’m not buying sneakers!” Instead I said:

‘You are making me uncomfortable…’

But he insisted:

‘And how about this, it has a very good vibe…’

At this point I sent him such a pitiful imploring look that he finally went back to his reception leaving me to breathe better and choose my product alone. I liked an aqua-green one but it had a face… I couldn’t, it felt wrong. Ended up with one that was exactly what I wanted, something yellow and “bananish”… It was on my way out that I saw it:  THE RABBIT!

Got the shivers when I remembered the tales my friend spun in the party… so I bought it. Actually it was Easter and I decided to buy 3. How bold did I feel then! I bought one for me and two for friends that were at that party also and went home very happy.

On my way home I stopped at my friends’ places to give them my Easter presents. Then, as soon as I got home, like a little kid I decided to play with my new toys. Although very happy with the yellow one the bunny disappointed me thoroughly. I called my friend to tell her out for false advertisement.

‘What? How is this thing you bought?’

‘Jellyish, with a ring to put… well the equipment through it if you want, you put batteries in it and turn it on to work… It is nice but nothing like you told me!’

‘Girl! You’ve got the wrong one!’

‘NOOOOOOOOOO!’

So she messaged me a picture of the real one.

I didn’t have the time to go after it for a few weeks and was really surprised to get the message from one of the two friends that got the wrong rabbit as a gift from me:

‘I FOUND THE REAL RABBIT! Will get you one.’Indeed it was really different, when I finally got it in my hands… and other parts, it was a new experience indeed. The thing has two parts, one for the batteries and the bunny that is really powerful. I was happy in my ignorance. But that was not the end of the story. The friend that gave me the real rabbit called me the other day:

‘There is another one. ‘

‘Another one?’

‘Yes.’

‘How do you know? Is it better?’

‘It comes from a safe source of information. I was in a hotel for an event when the lift broke. Me and just another woman inside. We stayed there for three hours… but you know? It was the funniest thing. The girl said she was a masseuse… but confessed the kind of massage she does one hour after we started talking. Let’s say she is a Savvy woman. It was my chance to ask her all the things I always felt like asking and she ended up telling me about this other rabbit. It’s the one from the TV show and apparently it does everything!’

People are greedy animals really, the more you have the more you want. By now it is getting hard to find a secure place to keep my toys, when the new rabbit arrives I’ll have to upgrade my hiding place to fit the yellow thing and 3 rabbitsses! And this from someone that couldn’t even go into an adult store without blushing!

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Work Trouble

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Of course, no-one knew they were having an affair. On top of working in the same company they were both engaged… to other people. So it was a big secret, very hush-hush and totally inappropriate.

She had the feeling they were not fooling anyone but as there was no proof, nothing could be specifically done.

He was around her table all the time and she would smile at him dazedly until she heard anyone arriving and then they would talk some nonsense or the other to try to look like they were having a work conversation. Sometimes he tried to solve some work with her but as soon as she looked at him he gaped and forgot what he was about. The only way was through e-mails where others were being copied.

All trouble started one afternoon when someone that was supposed to have left, didn’t. So they thought there were the only ones around and she decided to show him her right nipple and he decided to touch it and they were caught. The guy that decided to suddenly walk into the room was a big boss and stood there looking at them.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t someone “boughtable” with sex, threesomes or any improper things. The nipple-squeezing witness was a man that probably didn’t have sex in so long he certainly couldn’t remember how it was done. And that kind of people were the ones that hated individuals that obviously had constant frolicking.

So they were both fired: the woman with her nipple and the man with his hand.

She had to endure quite a few lectures from quite a few colleagues and bosses, but all that seemed so hypocrite she couldn’t bring herself to care much.

To her fiancé she said the guy pissed her off and she lost her head and publically told him to go fuck himself and introduce a big wide rod into his own ass.

That seemed to explain everything. As she usually didn’t say those things aloud to anyone except her lover, it was easy for the fiancé to believe that the man must have pushed her a lot to get her to snap like that. Also, he understood why she was being let down with all the shame. She wasn’t very fussed, even knowing that she was “marked”, that she couldn’t get a reference from that company she has been working for the last six years. Once the shit hit the fan there was nothing any of the other managers could do to help too. They had to go and punish her. But she saw a few of them taping the back of her lover as if saying: “yep you got the hottest one”. Even though he was also publically punished.

Still when she left all the girls were envious of her, the lover was hot. She had two choices: to feel bad, humiliated, knowing that everyone knew and were gossiping at her back. The manager that saw her display was once screaming in his boss’s office:

She was showing her breasts!

That is when everyone knew the details of what happened and the gossip got really hot.

She saw everyone looking at her and she said:

‘It was just one nipple!’

Everyone laughed. She still had to leave but, honestly, she didn’t care at all. To her fiancé she said a lot of people in the company got jealous she was the only one capable of saying what all of them wanted to. She also said some people didn’t know what happened and started creating wild tales and she was aware of some pretty incredible gossip going around. She explained that the only other person present was that friend of hers and he supported her and so he was also being fired.

A few weeks later she was rushing to the one and only interview she got and her mind was trying desperately to produce anything acceptable to say to the interviewer. When she was about to open the door she just breathed deeply and told herself:

‘I will know exactly what to say…’

At the other side of the table was this gorgeous man. He started the interview with the normal questions and slowly she was relaxing until he got to the point.

I saw you didn’t give me any references from your previous job and when I asked, you said you couldn’t supply them, anyway I called them, I have a friend that works there.

Oh! It was all she could say. She felt her face falling and her mind ushered the silent words very clearly “I’m screwed, the job is gone…” There are quite a few wild tales about you there, you know? Without giving her the chance to answer he continued: The guy said you were an excellent employee, very competent, always proper and well dressed, always in a good mood, hard worker and willing to learn and do her best. But he also said you were too sexy for your own good, that you exhaled sensuality and that your boss changed you from table to table all the time because the guys around you could never work properly, until he got you isolated in a corner full of other ladies, and that then the ladies couldn’t work well because they were envious of you and kept finding excuses to be moved. And to all that he said you were completely oblivious, you didn’t seemed aware of the effects you caused, not to the full extent. That you focused on someone, the same that ended up in that little problem, and forgot about everyone else.

I did think they changed layouts too much really, could never get why as soon as I got settled in one place I was moved to the next… But as a lot of people also changed I didn’t think it was about me at all… hummmmm.

She forgot she was in a job interview, she felt she was seeing a psychologist instead. A gorgeous one. She didn’t know what to say and if what the guy was thinking about her was good or bad.

‘Your resume is doubtless the best one, and I believe you are the right person for this position, even your sensual ways will be useful with the customers. I’m willing to give you a chance but you have to promise me one thing: that you are not going to get caught again.’

She had to laugh. It was beautiful, he wasn’t an hypocrite, he didn’t say that she should behave, just that she needed to be smart and careful. Beautiful… after all that trouble she wasn’t seeing the lover anymore and she ended up the engagement as well as it wasn’t making her happy enough. Maybe this man was to be the next in the queue.

She got the job all right and it was as if her file was wiped clean. She also got the guy, it took her a while to seduce him because he had promised himself and his friend from her previous employment that he wasn’t going to fall from her. He even told her about the dialogue they had: As soon as you see her you will want to have her in the company.

I’m considering having her independent of her looks, you know I’m not interested in hiring her in spite of her looks man. You know I don’t want trouble and for the last five years I manage not to date anyone from work!

She will be different.

No she wont. I have enough women in my life, I never had problems to get a few more, I can do without having this specific one.

No you can’t. As soon as she starts working for you and parading her ass around you will want her. And worse, you know what will get you? I will tell you so you can avoid it: if you just look at her and talk to her with other people around or if you e-mail her with copies to other you will be safe. But if you get to talk to her in private or even worse, if you start playing with her by writing, then she will get you. Because you are a sucker for smart girls and this one is one of the best.

Come On!

I bet in four months you will be doing your best to seduce her. Even though she will resist because of what happened in the last job.

That was exactly what happened. At the beginning the gorgeous recruiter didn’t get anywhere near her… and he could see she was really sexy and she even got into some of his dreams, wet dreams. But he got feeling safe as he could still control himself without jumping her to the ground and ravaging her in the middle of the office. He even survived a few encounters at the small kitchen and only the two were inside, he could feel the perfume of her freshly washed hair. So he did feel confident and decided to be bolder just to prove to his friend he was ok.

His friend called him almost every day and every single time asked him about her, making him describe what she was wearing:

Not the black dress! The one with the crossed back! Ohhhhh!

He actually knew most of her outfits, and he knew her mood by what she was wearing, it was probably the wrong day that he decided to get in touch with her:

She is wearing the red shirt with the white pants? Man she is horny and lonely and very, very naughty today! Go for it!

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Dancing for You

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You sneak into one of my dance parties. As an alien, a not-dancer, you go there specifically to spy on me. When you get to the place you get taken by the atmosphere, it is dark with only party lights, the sound is deafeningly loud, there is a beautiful dance floor with a lot of couples dancing but there is also enough space for them to dance freely. I’m one among them. What you didn’t expect was the style being danced to be so incredibly sexy. You look at me for five seconds and get an instant hard on.

The music playing is slow, pungent, sensual and my dance partner is swaying me slowly, using the rhythm to make me move my hips while we both go down and up. “This is not Normal” you think to yourself. You’ve seen couple dance before and that is not how it’s done; what you saw had space between the dancers. Here we are so close together not one molecule of air can squeeze between my partner and I. Looking at us you cannot tell who is leading and who is following, it’s as if we were one. Then he dips me back, I am firmly holding his right leg between mine for support and leaning back until my hair is touching the floor, all this time I had my eyes closed but when I’m coming back from the dip I open them slightly to see you there, looking right into my cleavage. I look back right into your eyes and you see me, I look to the deep of you, in that way you know from our bedroom talks, and I give you that monalisa smile.

The music changes and a hard beat starts banging, and I’m leaded to faster movements to follow the song, there are a lot of bum movements, body rolls, turns, head’s swaying, it’s something so unique as you have never seen. When I’m being turned and turned you take in what I’m dressing. It’s a red dress, so nice you want to shred it out of my body with your teeth. It’s tight to the waist, with red sequins in the breasts area and a shiny silky skirt that flows around me, from the waist down, as I dance. Right then it goes up with the turning and you are hit with the vision of my red underwear, minuscule red panties, with a fine row of shiny stuff on the strap. You are happy for the loud music as no one hears your moaning.

You need a drink. You so fucking need a drink! So, you go to the bar at the end of the song. You are waiting for your needed alcohol dosage when you feel someone close to you. Looking to your side you find me. I give you a full smile but act as if I didn’t know you much or really. I do the nonsense regular small talk, the “how are you”, and before I can go much further than that a new song starts and you see a pretty boy running, truly running, across the dance floor, half gliding, to get me for a dance.

You get your drink and get comfortable in one of the couches around the dance floor to watch. Actually, not very comfortable as the bulge between your legs doesn’t seem to settle down. You check on all the girls and get a chance to see a lot of beautiful legs, some breasts almost coming out and others quite visible inside some loose tops with all the movement going on, but you are bias, you find me the hottest, sexiest and absolutely the sexier dancer. You find me so light, so graceful and so sensual you wish you could dance like that. But half of your impressions are mixed, because when you see me dipping you half see what I have done to you previously, in another night, in a half lit bedroom: you see me, with your cock all the way inside me, and I’m dipping back held by your arms; when you see me dancing you half imagine what I have danced on top of you, and while I am still dressed you can see me exactly how I would look doing that naked, as I have done for you. So you give up on watching anyone else and surrender to the inevitable: watching me the whole time.

I know you are there and now and then I look at you, sometimes with a cheeky smile, sometimes with hazy eyes, sometimes with an open naughty face. Somehow you survive a few more songs. You find me amazing, I seem to be able to follow any dancer, you see the other girls making mistakes or getting lost, but I seem to be always in control, to know exactly what is coming next, to be able to follow any leads; on top of that you can feel my pleasure, my passion, my love for dancing emanating from me.

You get jealous, all those guys are taking a bit of me. The tracing hands on my arms, on my waist look like not exactly proper. The way they dip me and almost kiss my belly button in the process; the way they make me body roll slowly along theirs gluing breasts, then belly, then hips to theirs; you want to rip me off their hands and have me there, right there in the middle of the dance floor for them all to see and you want to scream: Now, who is the boss!

But you don’t. Then another song starts a tall dancer gets me for a dance and he gets another girl too. The other woman is my best friend, a beauty. And you watch almost drooling with your mouth open as he leads us, one in each hand. We have to move together, each of us get in the middle once, with the others glued to both sides, without loosing a beat of the music, I am led to dip against my friend and her against me, we turn and go around each other, we move the hips exactly the same way and our leader is so good its like a ballet. People stop to watch and by the end of the music some people applaud giving us compliments. By then you are drooling. Your imagination is seeing us both, my friend and I, in the same bed as you. You even forget you were jealous. We meet again at the bar, you going for another drink and I’m asking for a lemonade. I look at you with my constantly bright eyes. “There are nothing like a sober dancer’s look”, you think, you realise that one of the things that are different about me is that when I look drunk is from pleasure and love making, from sex and climax, not alcohol, different from other girls… I drink my lemonade and when I put it back I whisper in your ear: “I want you to do me tonight”. You want to howl not only with that but because you can smell me and you can feel that other than my perfume and my sweat, you can identify the smell of my excited pussy. You understand there is no way to dance like that, especially with a Brazilian-waxed pussy rubbing against the guys legs without getting aroused.

There are less dancers on the floor now, its getting late. You see me dancing with the pretty boy again and think we have a special connection. You realise I seem to feel more comfortable with him than the others. But his comfort doesn’t last long as another dancer steals me from him, during the music, maintaining the rhythm. You are not sure exactly what is happening but a little after that another dancer steals me and suddenly you see five guys fighting for me in the dance floor, they go around me one steeling me from the hands of the other, getting more and more excited, people are again stopping to watch. Then two of them sandwich me in between them, all that in the song. When we finish I’m laughing hard exuberant with pleasure.

A few songs later the party is finished. You see me whispering something at the pretty boy’s ear and then we both come to you. You didn’t know what to expect but all you got was:

‘Let’s go? I asked my dance partner to join us.’ And then we go. You drive to my house, the three of us in the car. When we get to my apartment I put music in the living room where I have a good dancing space. I sit you down in an uncomfortable chair, looking to this space, I sit on you and kiss you until your head is spinning. I kiss you for a whole song while the pretty boy watches.

When the next song starts I go to dance with him. I close my eyes and throw myself into the song. You see now that we are starting from where we left on the dance floor. His hands start to go where they stopped in public, his traces don’t stop at the waist and go down to my bum, then the traces on the arms go to my breasts, his head is not above my shoulder anymore as his mouth is on my neck kissing it. He turns me to be with my back against him and I can feel his erection. Meanwhile his hands are all over the front of me and my eyes are all over you. I smile at you with my naughtiest smile… he starts to undress me.

I close my eyes again and throw myself into the moment. It’s not a quick thing, it takes us some songs to get undressed, we explore the whole space, we make out against the walls, we glide to the floor, slowly loosing one and another piece of clothing. He takes his time kissing me all over but dancing all the time and gets me to the floor to taste my pussy, he holds me up and brings me down, dips me and dips himself, we do movements no-one thought possible, we explore all the surfaces of the place. You watch as we touch, and explore each other. You feel so aroused you think your rod is going to explode your pants. You thought the dance was sexy but that dance, that naked dance between four walls, was the sexier thing you have ever seen. And you know that is what I wanted to show you.

During the whole thing we are quiet. You can only hear the music and a few soft very low panting and moaning sounds.

You can smell when I climax in his mouth, and you are so jealous when I get his cock into mine. I make him cum between my breasts, kneeled to the floor while he is against a wall. You almost wish he had penetrated me but he didn’t. That night, that part, was for you.

None of us say a word. I take the boy’s hand and take him to the bathroom, shoving him in the shower, I get in too washing myself for you. I hear you moving in the kitchen. I get out of the bath before him and leave him a fresh towel.

I get myself dry and go to you. With one smile you get exactly what I mean now: It’s your turn. You cannot believe how hungry I still seem to be. Once more I kiss you and although you want to devour me I don’t let you. I hold your hands behind you and every time your kiss wants to go too deep I withdraw and smile and start again to make you behave. When my partner is out of the toilet he gets dressed but I don’t even see it as I am totally concentrated in you now.

When I realise he is dressed I stop for a brief moment to give him a kiss, say thanks and let him leave. When I hear the door closing I say just one thing to you:

“I’m yours”

Then you have me, you take me, you do me, you make me ride the pony, you get inside me, you give it to me and give me your love… I undress you and eat your erection, I devour you, I let your kisses deepen and go all the way, I take you into my juicy opening and I cannot believe how wet I am. I seem to get more wet at you than normal. I let you take me all over my place again, I let you explore all the positions you want, I hold you tight, I bite you and I moan loud for you. I ask you for more and implore you to go deeper and harder.

When you are near climaxing I get you out and don’t let you. I cool you down with kisses and give you ice to put in your mouth to lick me. I ask you to punish me for being such a bad girl right in front of you. And you do. You punish me with revenge. You punish me with so much pleasure I think I will explode.

You smack my bum and take me like a mad dog. But again I stop you and cool you down.

You feel like crying so desperate you are to spill yourself all over me. I bring a chair to the bedroom and sit you there saying only to stay. You watch me while I tie two long scarves at the feet of the bed that are on the other side from you. I bring the other side of the scarves to the top of the bed.

Then I lean on the bed with my bum up totally exposed to you, legs open, I know you have a perfect vision. With one hand I hold one butt cheek open, with the other I lick some fingers to get the saliva to both my entrances. Then I put my fingers into it too. I repeat the process a few times to get it all wet. I look at you then, to the side of me, from the bed, I look at you. When I’m done I hold the scarves, one with each hand and say to you to come and drive yourself into me all the way, in one strong go, and hard. To both ways like you love to do. To punish me until you get your orgasm deep into me…

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Coming to Her [E Dream – Part 6]

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The friend started caressing her face and looked at her with undivided attention. He let his eyes purposefully go all over her body then back to her face. He held her hair tight pulling her head just a bit back and kissed her neck. Then went for the rest of the body, he was exploring her like an European first arrived in the Americas. He kissed her all over and touched her all over, she melted in his arms, closed her eyes and let herself be drawn in the sensation. There was nothing she could do but surrender. So that is what she did.

Her lover was right, his friend was good and knew exactly what to do. At some point he took her to the bed and suddenly she realised there were more than two hands on her.  It was such an experience to feel both her nipples sucked at the same time, then her mouth and her navel being bitten at the same time, to feel herself being caressed by four hands, two mouths and four arms, and oh yes! Two dicks. That was amazing.

When she got the nerve she opened her eyes. She had to appreciate the experience with all her senses and having those two gorgeous men all over her was something to be watched.  She didn’t know what she liked best, the belly tanks, the strong arms, the eyes, the smiles. The three of them were smiling the whole time.

The possibilities were endless, she had one in her pussy and another in her mouth then, one in her ass while sucking the other, she rode them and they rode her. She was on her fours and on her back.

It took sometime for her to get the nerve to have them both, one in each hole. At a point she mounted the Friend, using her inner muscles to provoke him and rode him slowly. Her lover came from behind her and made her lie on his friend’s chest, still with him inside her.

“Hold her.”

He told him. And so the friend did. Held her tight but tenderly. They stopped moving. Her lover prepared her with his fingers, spreading her wetness. He had been in her ass already but it was different when they both got in. Tighter, one taking the place from the other. She got the impression she was going to rupture. But it was also so good. At first a bit painful but when they started moving in unison, feeling herself squeezed between them, that was the sexiest sensation she had ever felt. She felt all her fantasies were justified.

No woman should live her life without experiencing this. They came in canon, she came first and with the orgasm her holes pulsated driving the men crazy, the Friend came moaning from the back of his throat and her Lover came last, almost screaming with pleasure.

And that was just the start of her vacations. The rest of the days were a sensorial discovery after the other. Ties, scarves and two pretty boys to play with… She felt she was in heaven.

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Take Care of Her [E Dream – Part 5]

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“How do we do this? She asked.”

“As if nothing much was going on. First we go for diner. Real diner, outside anyone’s room. Don’t worry about a thing, you will make your decision and I will let him know without a fret. We agreed on some signs and he will get my meaning without a word.”

“I can do this.”

She dressed carefully with her best underwear and found herself beautiful in the mirror. She looked when she was just wearing the laces and thought: “oh Wow! I am gorgeous… funny I haven’t felt this way for so long that I totally forgot I had it in me…”

So at diner she was feeling relaxed, was enjoying herself immensely as both men were going out of their ways to make her laugh, feel sexy and get very aroused with their histories.

They were telling funny sexual stories, sharing secrets and even embarrassments, and kind of competing friendly.

About the decision it was quickly made. With one kiss on the cheek she was able to smell him, the friend, one look she saw all she needed and liked, with one phrase he showed he was a smart person. All her criteria were met in 3 minutes and her decision was passed on much later with one word whispered in her lover’s ear: “yes”. She couldn’t get what was the sign but as soon as she told her lover he had to re-arrange himself on the seat as if suddenly uncomfortable; then not long after the friend showed the same signs. Knowing her lover as well as she did she realised she could smell his excitement, his sexy smell got her more excited and soon it was her turn to wriggle on the chair. When she started smelling her own pussy was when she gave up and decided it was time. Enough small talk and enough civility, she was ready for it.

Somehow the Universe got it, in 10 minutes they were in front of their bungalow again, the good thing was that the three were laughing so hard they were crying and nothing was weird about entering the room.

She hugged her lover while laughing and didn’t know how or when the laughing fit gave way and the kisses grew. She gave herself into it, barely noting that there was suddenly music.

The kisses deepened she was undressed smoothly. She realised the friend was watching comfortably seated on a couch, his hand was striking himself over his trousers. She looked at him, still kissing her lover and gave him a cheeky smile with the corner of her mouth and her full eyes. Her lover opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her looking at his friend. He didn’t drop the kiss though. If anything he started devouring her and finished undressing her.  Then he got her in his arms to deposit her stark naked on the friend’s lap.

“Take care of her. You are good at this. My time to watch.””

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