An excerpt from a hotel rendezvous.

Soon, I was in just the panties and thigh high stockings. I crawled across the bed to him, scissors in my mouth. I knelt and dropped them into his hand, then presented a smooth hip. He opened the scissors and slid the tip across my skin lightly, then snipped the panties off my hip. I rolled and presented the other hip, snagging his towel as I went. He was thick and hard, already moist at the tip. I barely felt the other side come undone as he freed me and I slid my stocking covered thighs over his lower legs. He leaned in and tried to take a nipple in his mouth, I gently pushed him back onto the pillows, pressed one hand flat onto his chest and used the other to guide his cock inside my mouth.

I loved the way he felt under my hands. His muscles taut and steaming with head. His cock, thick and slightly salty as I worked around its length with my tongue. I could hear his sharp inhale as I plunged him as deep as I could down my throat, my hands caressing his base. I stroked him with hands and lips, feeling his hands bury themselves in my curls as he moaned and rocked upward gently. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was so incredibly gorgeous, so fucking sexy… I smiled with my good fortune and raised up onto my knees.

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Alternate History Part 2

He attempts to casually adjust the throbbing boner in his shorts which turns her on even more, a signal that maybe they should move this lap dance to somewhere more private. To do so without alerting the friends who have become onlookers to this erotic display is impossible, so she doesn’t even try to hide it and dramatically reaches for his shirt collar and whisper-sings “Come here, lover boy…”

He lifts off the couch like a spirit leaving his body behind and trails her to the spare bedroom in the back of the house. His shirt still in her fist, she can feel the warmth of the bare skin on his chest, her hand electrified at the touch. Her jeans have slipped slightly down her heart shaped ass revealing the tiny strip of her thong panties. She isn’t drunk, only a little high and she feels powerful with him in her grip. The music blares as they shut the door and turn the lock.

She directs him to the side of the bed where he sits without losing her gaze, enraptured by her desire for him. The air seems to shift around them, envelops the room creating a sense that they are in another place far removed from the drunken crowd outside their door.

Recently got back into contact with an old flame. Discovered we’d each burned hotter for the other than we knew at the time. We started talking about the time we came closest to getting together and started writing this story together. Alternate History pt 1

The party was full of raunchy humor, tight clothes, alcohol, and innuendo. A whole house full of friends between whom there were very few secrets. Most of us had seen each other at least partially naked before, and many of us had dated or hooked up with multiple other people in the room at some point. Some of those connections were “on the DL” but most were common knowledge. We were a pack of friends for whom the common twentysomething unwritten rule that you “can’t date your friend’s ex” had been thrown out a window years ago. No one besides our group of friends was cool enough to consider dating, clearly. So we’d just have to pass one another around. All of this to make clear that when one of the girls starts peeling some layers of clothing because the house is a sweatbox, it’s not a cause for scandal. And when she happens to start dancing in front of the guy she’s hanging out with that night, it’s only cause for a raised eyebrow and maybe an appreciative whoop from across the room. For everyone not lucky enough to be THAT GUY, anyway. For him, the whole world contracts into a point of spacetime that includes only the woman dancing for him.

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