Jeremy loves Kelly. There is lust, urgent desire but even greater soft compatibility of personalities. This simpatico, and syncing of their characters made their partnership dynamic and enduring.
When Jeremy was with Candice his lovemaking took a darker turn. Gone was the slow succession of foreplay and soft kisses. Candice responded to his pleasure taking with appreciative shrieks and dirty talk.
He would take her head in both hands and kiss her deeply. Candice purred as Jeremy pulled open clothing just enough and arranged her legs where he wished. He held her hands above her head as his other hand roughly massaged her whole vulva – gauging he wetness.
Her face against the rough stucco walls in his house, he tapped her legs apart with his foot and thrust deeply. Leaning forward her whispers “Candice, my sex-toy, what are you?”. She giggles, louder and quieter in time with the hard strokes “Your-sex-toy-ugh”. Her buttocks and lower back shudder with his groins impact. She braced against the wall, her hands under his. Giggles replaced by grunts; the assault unabated.
He releases her hands and his right meets her left, below her pendulous breasts to finger fight over her slick clitoris. His pounding slows and his strokes are accompanied by a guttural “oh…oh…oh”.
Sensing his release, she reached below, between then and gently felt where his cock pushed and pulled her labia. Her touch triggered him “Candy!” and he lifted hips, convulsing his past stroke home.
Kelly loves Jeremy the same way. He completes her, gets things done when she doesn’t want to and can pre-empt her needs before she even knows. The depth of her devotion can’t be measured.
But it’s different with Lawrence. Something slipped loose in her head. She teases him relentlessly, pushes him flat, dropping her skirt and opening her blouse. Roughly lifting her bra-still fastened she rolls her own nipple as she lowers her opening on his mouth, pulling her G-string aside.
As her wetness increases, she shuffles position, opens a cheek to force his ravenous tongue up her anus, bearing down until Lawrence succeeded in slipping into the opening, musty replacing salty as Kelly furiously fingered her pussy. Pull on his belt “Clothes off” she said standing up, still rubbing. Both naked, he returned to lying on his back. She lowered herself guiding Lawrence. As soon as the head entered her, she dropped, and he made a little squeal. Balanced on her haunches she rocked leaning to rub his cock just right, he tried to nip her breasts “No!” she was building.
Rocking sped up – shorter strokes, Kelly’s hand invisible as she swore “Fuck, fuck, fu…ck!”, fell forward and rolled to the side. “Finish Lawrence”, she sighed. He fisted his cock over her chest as she carelessly outlined her clit with her tired finger.
So, Kelly loves Jeremy who loves Kelly. They are a partnership. But they know that there are moods and feeling that require different sexual expression. Not from the heart, from the gut. They accommodate it. In fantasy.
Kelly has Lawrence, she also has Mike, Nigel and Oscar. They all serve different needs, but they’re fantasy. Jeremy knows when to play those parts, she lets him know.
Jeremy has Candy, Dee and Evelyn. They live in his head as in Kelly’s, but they’re fantasy. (Kelly may even call Evelyn into her next session).
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kxvvw9/fantasy_permission_mf