I write erotic fiction but, whenever possible, I try to draw inspiration from real life events.
[One of my stories was about friends accidentally going to an erotic massage](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1054ioe/i_m30_accidentally_went_to_an_erotic_massage_and/) and I got quite a few questions on how much of it was real.
So I will fight the urge to go all fiction-writer with this one, to keep it 100% facts.
Here’s what happened:
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I really enjoy spas. Going for massages, skin care, saunas…
One day, I was trying to find a different type of massage (something new and unique I hadn’t tried yet) and I ran into this thing called a “tantric massage”.
I’ll fast forward through this part cause nobody wants to hear about Google Search. Or about how it inevitably became Pornhub Search. The end result is: tantric massage is an erotic massage with masturbation… and I was curious as fuck to try that out.
I looked up a bunch of places online and quickly found out 3 things:
1 – There are a LOT of scams. Places with low credibility that will pretend to offer a massage service but are actually just a front for prostitution; or just a flat out regular massage for 8x the price because someone chose to call it “tantric”.
2 – There are a LOT of people just trying to fuck you. Swing parties, sex clubs, couples looking for a third… all of these can disguise as “Tantric Massages”
3 – The actual true massages are usually given by therapists, and they are more in the meditation-try-to-know-yourself vibe than in the I-am-so-horny-right-now vibe. It’s a therapy in a sense, not a quickie.
The spa had a list of therapists with a quick description of their experiences and their photos (which I appreciated). I was 20, almost 21 at the time and I chose to have a male therapist as that made me more comfortable.
You set a time.
You show up.
It’s like a normal spa all the way.
The therapist comes, introduces himself.
He was very kind, polite and professional.
I was taken to the room where the massage would happen and it was all very… bhuddist? The decour, the smells, the background music. There was a mat on the floor (very cozy one) with pillows, but I was sat at a comfortable couch while the therapist explained to me what would happen.
I know I said I wouldn’t let the fiction writer take over, but if I promise to be as real as my memory will let me, would you forgive me for some dialogues?
“First” he tells me “You’ll have to take off all your clothes. This isn’t like the massages you’d normally have, where you can keep a bikini on or a towel over you. You’ll be naked for this. Then I will touch you. On your tits. On your pussy. And you will love it like a good gir…” nah, he didn’t say that.
That was my bad. Imagination got carried away.
Ok, I’ll behave.
I promise.
What he actually said was “You’ll have to take off your clothes. You can have a shower before the massage, if you want. Then you will lay down on that mat and the massage will happen in two parts. Part One is a normal massage all over your body. Part Two is the massage given to your genitals and I usually don’t recommend that for first timers… It’s better if you already have experience with Part One, previously. But if you’re comfortable with that now, we can do both parts”
Darlings of mine, I didn’t pay all that money and come all that way to have a sexual massage minus the sexual.
So I said:
“I’m comfortable. I’d rather have both parts”
To which he replied with some version of “ok”.
He shows me the oils he’ll use and explains he’ll have to touch me everywhere, and because he has to be clear he adds:
“That means your breasts and vagina, specially on the second part of the massage”
To which I replied with some version of “bring it on”.
The two last things he did before we started:
1 – He showed me the vibrator he’d use on Part Two.
It was a wired bullet powered by eight batteries. I have NEVER found that monstrosity in a sex shop anywhere in my life and believe me I’ve looked. Besides the real thing, that bullet was the best item to ever touch my body.
2 – He asked me not to use words during the massage. Moaning was encouraged, as long as it wasn’t done through words. Like “ohh” and “ahh” are fine. “Fuck, baby” and “yes, daddy, right there” are not.
I already showered before leaving home but by then I was feeling a little too self aware so I showered again.
I had a robe for 2 seconds, but then it was gone and I was naked walking around a room in front of a complete stranger, which (not going to lie, my friends) was a little hot.
I say “a little” because unlike erotica… sometimes when that stuff happens in real life you are so nervous that you can’t fully be turned on by it.
So in retrospect I find it very hot. But at that moment I was a little like “oh god, what am I doing?”
I lay down. Close my eyes and the first part of the massage goes by easy.
It was very different.
Massages usually involve a lot of pressure and squeezing, this one was… the opposite?
The best way I can describe it is: it’s a massage done mostly with fingertips.
Brushing by your body. Soft and slow. Like a tickle.
Like the therapist is trying to trick your brain into thinking about sex.
Here, I’ll help you picture it: Imagine you just fucked someone. You are still naked in bed together, trying to catch your breaths. Then you turn to each other with that sly intimite smile and you cuddle. You are in each other’s arms. Whispering softly, noses almost touching. You know that moment? You feel it? Now picture your hands. What are your hands doing at that moment? You are hugging them and your hands just… kind of… brush? Up and down. Casually. Comfortably. Feeling the warmth on their skin.
That’s a lot like what the massage felt like.
Like I was being caressed by a lover after sex.
Only… since I didn’t just have sex and my libido is just dandy, it started to turn me on pretty hard.
There was some preassure and squeezing to it as well, but it was very mild compared to what massages usually are.
Specially because that man was touching me everywhere.
Nipples, ass, nothing was off limits.
His hands were always warm and there was a lot of oil and I could feel myself getting very extremely turned on.
Then the second part of the massage came around.
I was laying on my back and he pulled my knees up before slowly letting them fall to the sides. Like a gynecologist would do, you know? If a gynecologist did her thing on a mat on the floor with an eight batteries dildo.
He started the massage with his hands and fingers.
And this bit… it was fucking heaven.
I know I speak for a lot of women when I say that clit action is far better than penetration for most of us, so take a second to appreciate what it would be like to have a professional playing with your clit.
And I’m not talking about a male prostitute who knows how to have sex… I am talking about a man who’s been specializing in the art of masturbation so thoroughly that people pay him for that alone. Someone who’s turned hand jobs into a form of meditation.
It was amazing good.
And that was before he started using the bullet.
Cause let me tell you: you can feel every single one of those eight batteries.
Now here comes the problem:
That was my first time having a massage like that. I was completely naked, legs spread open in front of a stranger… so it was a little hard to turn my brain off.
On one hand the massage was absolutely delicious.
On the other hand I was too nervous and self aware.
So that added up to orgasm denial real fucking quick.
I’d get more and more turned on. I’d feel my body going all the way to the edge and as I was standing there, waiting for that final push to tip me over… I’d get in my head and the orgasm would slip between my fingers.
But he was a pro with a powerful tool, so on I went again.
To the brink.
And back.
So many fucking times my body started to hurt. I was still a bit inexperienced at the time, I had no idea orgasm denial could hurt like that.
Like I’d just been in a fight.
And lost.
My stomach hurt. My muscles. My vagina. My breasts.
It hurt on the surface, like a bruise. But also inside, like a disease.
And then he unintentionally taught me the best lesson I ever had in sex: the importance of breathing.
It’s very common, right? You get really close to orgasm and you hold your breath. It’s so intense you can’t even think about breathing. Or is that just me?
So he encouraged me to moan.
Not breathe, mind you.
Moan.
And I did.
I kept moaning and moaning. Loud. Natural. In despair.
All that moaning controlled my breathing somehow, which helped with the nerves.
And that’s when orgasm hit me. I say “hit” because that’s what it felt like: a punch to the chest that robs you of all your breath.
A wave of relief so powerful that brings tears to your eyes.
“Moan, Violet, c’mon” he’d say, breathing out almost like he was moaning with me.
I followed him.
And… I orgasmed again?
At first, I wasn’t sure it was happening. I thought maybe it was just the first one still lingering. But I kept moaning and as soon as the orgasm was over, I felt another one overcoming it.
It was like a ladder. Every time one of the orgasms would be over, I’d feel another one building up and taking me higher than the one before, to the point where I had no air left in my lungs to keep moaning. So I just had my mouth open in a silent scream, tears running down my cheeks and these waves of relief taking over me getting closer and closer together until they sufocated me.
When it was over, I felt this absolute empty.
Not in a bad way!
My mind was void of anything.
My body felt like a shell.
I could barely move.
I couldn’t think.
He gave me some time to… survive it? Before I could get dressed and sit back on the couch so we could talk and he could make sure I was ok.
I’d heard about multiple orgasms before, but that was the first time I actually felt them.
Probably goes without saying that I became a regular client.
Next time I came around I brought a partner. That massage also involved a bath and was somewhat even more similar to the fiction I wrote. But that’s another story for another day!
Tag: Swingers
Months of waiting means college GF will do anything to get what she deserves [MF][Long-ish][Mutual Masturbation][Watching each other][Finally fucking]
I turned the taps of the shower off and just stood there, drip drying, for an age. I’d been in here far too long, just running through the sheer impossibility of what I was getting ready for in my mind. Frankly, I’d hardly managed to do any real scrubbing; I was entirely lost in my thoughts. This day had been coming for weeks, months even, and I was no more prepared for it than I had been when she left. To hell with it though, I thought to myself, this was her idea. Then again, there’s no accounting for bad taste.
I inspected my own face in the mirror critically while I shaved, trying to find something there that a girl like her might be remotely interested in. Each drag of the razor deepened the mystery, as the shaving cream continually failed to reveal anything noteworthy. Maybe she just liked tall guys? I had that going for me in spades. That, and a lean frame were about the only things that sensibly played in my favor, and they still didn’t explain what *she* saw in me.
[Group] my first spit-roast
Myself [f24] and my boyfriend [27m] have always wanted to open up our relationship and play with a bit of hotwifing/ couple swapping. While away on holiday we met a couple in a swingers club and had a lot of fun together (a whole other story, see pt. 1). We couldn’t stop thinking about them in the days after, it was all we talked about and we both got so turned on thinking back to that night and the fun we both had. We exchanged some flirty texts and pictures with the other couple over text, and there was still extreme sexual tension between us. I really felt like there was unfinished business between myself and T, and to be honest I was really craving his cock. I knew I wanted to see him again. Eventually, over a few cocktails by the pool, I suggested that we invite them over to our room that evening. It was very short notice, but thankfully they were free and agreed to come over later on that night.
Nature gone wild , so did she [M] [F]
i hope i was able to describe the events in a way that you can feel
< some context >
i am Adam i work in ##### company , my supervisor choose me and my colleague Rita for a work trip to Syria in order to meet a couple of agencies , for potential expansion.
we staid in a hotel , we were given two rooms next to each other , each one had a bed room and a guest room
Rita and I didn’t have a very strong relation but we have been working together for about 2 years now
we both were 24
we spend the first day in the hotel since we arrived at evening
we had a meeting at 10 the next day and i was tired so i didn’t stay up for long time
the next morning i woke up at 8 i called Rita at 8:30 to make sure she is up which she wasn’t , i didn’t surprised cause she had a habit of being late to work
she knocked on my door at 9
Cherry Pie: Part 1 (M/F) (At Work) (light dom/sub)
I’ve posted this before but I finally finished it so I’m reposting it. I’m gonna post once a week. Enjoy.
Part 1
How had he found out who she was? Nothing on her profile lead back to her real identity; at least she didn’t think it did. They both followed the board talking about sexual fantasies. They had been responding to each other’s posts and comments for a few months now and had even started to chat one on one recently. They were kind of getting to know each other. She had even though it would be neat to meet in person, maybe try out some of the things they had been talking about. She still thought meeting up would be fun, but could they now? They worked together. He was a little higher up in the company, but he worked in in marketing and she was over in customer relations. It was a big enough company maybe they could get together.
But how had he figured out who she was?
[MFM] from Housewife to Hotwife the swing club first 44f
It has been 6 weeks since our first playdate. The play date fucking only the 3rd person ever at 44 years old. You’re welcome to read the back story if you like it’s here. I had some online play, a disappointing flake and some amazing sex with my hubs since. What I hadn’t had was two men ravishing my body. I hadn’t had strange cock. The “little fuck monster” my hubs had said I suddenly had needed fed desperately. In the 8 weeks since my awakening my desires had only grown. I found myself constantly fantasizing and touching myself often to those fantasies. From the random dad at the grocery store or the guy at the gym I couldn’t keep my eyes off.
What I had learned was searching online was exhausting. Flakes, fakes, pic seekers, and people that couldn’t follow simple directions. My sweet hubs suggested a swinger’s club. Something I couldn’t imagined a few short weeks ago. His take was, they were there for the same reason as us. We could experience their vibes and pick if we chose to. If we didn’t find anyone the sexual atmosphere would be over the top and we would have amazing sex. .
EST: The Outlaw Chapter 7 Ranger Jacob Part 6 of 10 (MF FF Violence)
most important toe, the one with a silver ring around it. Letting go of my Ranger duties for a brief second. Letting go of my inhibitions, of my second major turn on, feet, or rather her feet at the moment.
“Mmmmmmmmm” came from my chest. That deep low moan as my cock choked back its hundredth impact. The swing I put on it. The power that this particular fuck has in its life not only made her ass cheeks roll out from the impact point. Butt the way her body recoiled, the way her asshole gripped my cock I would have sworn that she was getting off on my foot fetish!
Closing my teeth on that silver toe ring. Holding it there while using my suction. Flicking my tongue against the top part of the toe that was exposed to the deepest part of my mouth.
“Ooooh OooOoooOoooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss!” Finding this, toe fetish that Ranger Jacob has, it is totally sexy. Even though I am his little fuck doll right now.
[m] Adventure in Philadelphia: Sinner’s Paradise
Recently I was in Philadelphia, PA for work. Everything in this post happened on my third night in the city. If you want to read what happened on the first two nights at “Scorpio’s Adult Boutique & Video” check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/voyeur_stories/comments/12ejxkk/adventures_in_philadelphia_part_1_scorpios_adult/). After my first two nights at Scorpio’s I thought I had my fill of voyeuristic experiences in the city, but I ended up being so wrong and wasn’t prepared for what this night would bring.
If you want to skip to the good stuff go here ~~~~~.
After work that day, I got back to my hotel and was contemplating whether or not I wanted to go back to Scorpio’s for a third night. After the experience on the second night I had assumed I peaked and probably wouldn’t see anything nearly as interesting. For some reason, I ended up logging into FetLife and looking at events happening in the city to see if anything caught my eye. I saw one titled “Happy Hour In Paradise “GANGBANG” 7pm-11pm” at a place called Sinner’s Paradise. Sinner’s Paradise is a lifestyle club that is usually members only, but on Wednesday nights they have it where guys can get in for $25 and ladies free without a need to sign up. I thought about it for a bit and considered how sketchy this whole thing might be. I ended up doing a bit of internet sleuthing through the place’s website, Insta, Facebook, and google reviews and decided that it seemed on the up and up and was worth checking out. I RSVP’d for the party and ordered an Uber to the place.
Our First Swing – Epilogue [MF]
Ok so I wasn’t planning on adding more to this series, because the main thing I wanted to get out was the experiences that led to the first time my wife and I fucked other people and I think I (finally) got to that in my previous post.
But enough people said they wanted more so I guess I can wrap that weekend up before writing up some of our other encounters.
After I came in Mary’s tight pussy, it was almost an awkward atmosphere in the room. I don’t know about other men, but for me it usually takes a bit of time for me to be ready for round two. So in the mean time, I was sitting there with a quickly softening dick, surrounded by two gorgeous naked women, and my wife and my friend on the other couch, naked and watching the show we just put on.
It took a bit of time, but Oliver and I were eventually ready to each go again. This time Jenni decided to tag team him with my wife while Mary and I got some time alone. The first time I was inside her was pure desire and need. Now that I had gotten one orgasm out of the way, I could take my time.
I (M20’S) overheard my ex (F20’s) calling another guy daddy and it drove me insane (VANILLA) -Tess & Trevor
“Daddy won’t back off unless you say red”.
Daddy won’t back off.
Daddy.
She is calling him daddy?
It’s been two days, people.
Two days: one, two days since I fucked her trapped under my nightstand and held her in my arms when she was car sick. She was so needy asking me not to let her go… then two days later she is calling someone else “daddy”?
Wonderful.
How happy I am on this fine evening.
And to think I blew off Lana because I couldn’t stop thinking about Tess. I just spent the whole fucking dinner trying to distract myself with anything so I wouldn’t stare at her. Those beautiful dark eyes of hers. Those lips. That hair. That smile. That body.
Fuck.
Fuck my fucking life, man.
Is this a curse? Did I fuck a gipsy and didn’t call her back so she cursed me? “Thou shall never again fuck without thinking about your step sister” or something.
Can’t believe she’s been calling him that.
And “Best sex she ever had”? Fuck sake.
I was dreading this wedding. I knew I was gonna see Tessa again and I had no idea how my heart would take it. But then we were fucking and it felt like bliss. Now? Why does everything with this woman needs to be a fucking roller coaster?
Why can’t we just have really rough sex, some sweet aftercare, cuddle all night and have breakfast together. Fuck, I’d cook, you know?
But nah.
I gotta be running around in circles: now Trevor is horny, now Trevor is fucking Tess, now Trevor is jealous, now Trevor is wishing he was fucking Tess and now Trevor is horny again. Around, around it goes. Fucking life, man.
I was trying to find her when I saw her by the elevators with Ryan.
And then… I run into my dad in the lounge and he makes damn sure I know he and Janet just caught Tess and Ryan making out.
Serves me right.
Where the fuck do I get off thinking this is gonna end well?
Well… I made a mistake, but I can fix it.
I go up to the bridesmaids floor. I knock on Lana’s door and wait a few seconds before she opens it. And she is a beautiful woman in her own right. The deep blue eyes, the long wavy blond hair and a killer body. She is wearing a bathrobe and her hair is still damp from the shower.
Any other day, I’d have my fun with her without batting an eye.
This day, however, there is a little childish voice in my head going “She is calling stupid Ryan daddy” on repeat. So libido might be hard to come by, we’ll see.
“Trevor?” she has a welcoming smile.
“I changed my mind” I smile back “You still wanna have that drink?”
“Sure” she opens the door a little more and I can tell she is absolutely naked under that bathrobe “But I just got undressed… you mind if we have it here?”
“Not at all”, even better.
“Not that I’m complaining” she closes the door behind us “But what changed your mind?”
This woman I fell in love with and desperately want to fuck every day keeps denying me cause we are somewhat related, she moved on really fast and even though I knew she would it still hurts, so I wanna bury my face in your tits and try not to think about that.
“I got lonely” I say.
“Oh, we can’t have that” she comes closer, playing with the buttons on my shirt “I don’t think I have drinks here, though” she whispers so low and close to my lips, it’s almost a moan “Guess we’ll have to do something else”
“I can think of something”
She bites my lower lip. It’s not intense… quite the opposite. It’s just a light little tease.
But I am not light.
I am not a casual tease.
I am heavy and every one of my moves carries a punch, so I grab her by the hair and cover her mouth with mine. She tastes of… gin. And salmon?
You know that’s always a tell, right?
When the kiss is fucking wonderful you never really know what the person tastes like, because you are so hot for them that even their spit tastes like single malte.
When you’re not very hot for them, however, their spit tastes like spit.
I press my lips against Lana’s and the whole fucking kiss feels mechanic.
I hate Tessa.
No, honestly: this isn’t a love and hate thing, anymore.
I just hate her.
I can’t have her: after all the back and forth, that much is clear. But she made it so I can’t have anyone else either.
Sex in the past two years has been sad.
Plenty, but sad.
I never seem to find a woman who likes to take the kind of stuff I like to give. And how do you go about it? Hey baby, is it alright if I choke you really hard until you can’t breathe? It’s super hot, I promise.
I am left with swing meet ups and sex clubs… but talk about mechanic, right? Those places are all about the bodies and don’t get me wrong, that used to be all I needed… until I met Tessa.
Fucking Tessa with her big doe eyes, looking like a sweet doll but with an atitude that stings like poison. A babygirl that can’t stop being a brat and likes to be manheld and choked and denied and spanked. Hard.
I found the perfect woman, I did.
But now I gotta kiss Lana.
Two years ago, I’d kiss Lana and fuck her up these walls all night. Now I can barely feel her lips without thinking about my ex.
I hate Tessa, I really do.
“You’re somewhere else, aren’t you?” Lana gently whispers, her lips brushing mine.
“Sorry?”
“In your head… you’re thinking about her?”
“W-what?” I choke “Who… what do you mean?”
She has a complacent smile while her fingers quietly stroke my hair.
“You’ve been through a recent break up, haven’t you? I can tell” she takes a deep breath “I just ended a four year relationship myself, so I get the need to rebound. You don’t need to worry, ok? I get that this is just plain sex. We both just need someone to help us forget and move on”
Forget.
Move on.
That sounds nice.
“So… You wanna see a trick?” she teases “You wanna see how I can make you forget about her?”
That would be quite the trick.
“I’ll make you forget her name” she promises.
Lana unties her bathrobe and lets it fall to the floor. I stare down at her tits and the trimmed mound over her puss… she is fucking hot. That has to be said and repeated, so here I go again: Lana is fucking hot.
So why, pray tell, WHY isn’t my dick hard?
Cause you’re still thinking about Tessa, you fucking moron.
Yeah, ok, no more thinking about Tessa.
Let’s just look at Lana.
Lana has beautiful tits. I think they might be bigger than Tess’s. Which is alright, I suppose, but I like Tessa’s size bett…
Fuck. TREVOR, ENOUGH thinking about her.
Look at Lana.
Lana’s pussy is so pretty. I slide my fingers down her stomach and feel her skin. I bet she smells great and I have a weakness for a woman’s smell, you know? Which is probably why Tessa had me on my knees when she pulled that stunt shoving my mask in her pussy before making me wear it. Fuck, Tessa smells perfect.
Trevor.
I swear to God.
Stop.
Lana.
Lana is beautiful.
Lana is hot.
Yeah, we like Lana right now.
Penis, will you PLEASE stand the fuck up?
She runs her hands under my shirt, feeling my abs. She wants me naked. I grab her neck a little too hard and she gasps.
I grab her ass a little too hard and she gasps.
I grab her tits a little too hard and fuck me, is this woman made of glass? How the fuck do I touch her without breaking her?
“Wow… You have heavy hands, don’t you?” she licks her smile.
Tessa used to say I was soft.
She’d bait me time and time again to go rougher. I’d handle her a hundred times harder than I do Lana right now, and she’d still growl and complain. That fucking brat.
And there I go again, thinking about her.
My cock is still flacid like a little bitch.
“Here” she guides my hands to her ass “You can touch whatever you want as long as I can do the same” she caresses my cock over my pants, rubbing it really nice while pressing her tits on my chest “You still thinking about her?” she whispers with a smile cause the answer she is waiting for is “Thinking about who?” when, in reality, the answer would actually be “Yeah, can’t stop. Please kill me now”.
In my defense, though, my dick does show some sign of life when Lana touches it.
I am almost celebrating when I hear a muffled moan. And then another.
Wait.
Was that Lana?
I don’t think it was me.
I lean back a little to watch her.
“What?” she says and… another moan.
I look to the wall behind us. The moans are coming from the other side. And not just moans… I can hear the singing of the bed scratching the floor and the beats of something banging against the headboard. Someone in the next room is being properly fucked.
Lana covers her laughter with her hand.
“Tess is having fun tonight” she says and my dick goes soft.
I look down for a split second like I’m trying to scold it back into action.
No, no, no. You motherfucker. We’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to be getting over Tessa right now. Don’t you fucking dare leave me hanging!
But hanging is a very apt word in this context as that’s is exactly what this fucking traitor between my legs chooses to do.
“What did you say?” I stutter.
“I said Tessa is having fun” she points to the wall “That’s her room right there”
Great.
She must be fucking Ryan right now.
If she moans daddy through that wall or he calls her baby, I think I’ll have to join priesthood as I’ll never be able to have sex again anyway.
Fuck!
I feel like ripping my hair out.
How the fuck do I get this woman out of my head?
Maybe I just need to power through?
I throw Lana in bed… my dick might be useless right now, but my tongue isn’t.
“Let’s show them how it’s done, hm?”
She takes off my shirt. She takes off the necklace I am wearing.
She wants to take off my pants next, but I bite her tits and she lets out a tiny scream of pain… I apologize.
I gotta hold back.
I feel like superman having to fuck a mortal woman, you know?
I cover her body with mine and I fully plan on eating her pussy when I hear the moans next door getting louder.
And louder.
And louder.
It doesn’t sound like Tessa.
Is she faking her moans now? Or was she faking them with me?
“Ouch” Lana complains and I notice I am… biting… her elbow?
Why am I biting this woman’s elbow?
What the fuck is wrong with me tonight.
Tessa screams in the other room and I get pissed.
That’s what’s wrong with me tonight.
That’s what’s wrong with me every night.
“Excuse me” I get up.
“W- where are you going? Trevor?” I am out the door.
They are being loud.
They are being rude.
They need to be quiet.
They need to stop fucking.
I feel my spine shaking.
I’m gonna… wait.
I’m pretty sure the noises were coming from the left side of Lana’s room. But Tessa’s room is actually on the right.
“Trevor?”
I turn around and there is Tessa.
Actual Tessa.
Not a figment of my wishful thinking or daydreaming episodes.
She is wearing the same clothes she had on during dinner and even though she looks a little upset she doesn’t look like someone who was just fucked to the point of screams.
“Were you knocking on Annie’s door?” she asks.
Annie’s door?
“Annie’s door!” I say feeling far more relief than I will ever admit.
Annie is being properly fucked right now.
Not Tess.
Annie!
“Yeah, and why don’t you have your shirt on?” she is hugging herself like she is afraid of what her hands will do if left unchecked.
“I… well…”
“Trev? You coming back? Oh! Hi Tess” Lana sounds a little embarrassed. Probably because she is butt naked, with a messy hair and covering herself with my shirt.
“Oh” Tessa… smiles? I’m not sure I can call that a smile “Hey, Lana”
“I’m gonna…” she points back inside her room “I’ll wait for you inside” she quickly adds before shutting the door.
Tessa looks at me like a housewife waiting for an explanation.
“So how’s Ryan?” I ask, bitterly, cause oh no, honey. You don’t get to judge me if you were making out with him.
She sighs with a grin of sadness that makes something inside me twist and turn. I don’t like it when she is sad.
“You’re unbelievable” she mutters.
“Why?”
“Good night, Trevor. Have fun with Lana” she goes in her own room but I bar the door so she can’t close it
“What’s with the atitude?”
“Let go of my door”
“Ok” I say and step into her room, closing it behind me.
“Get out” she is pouting again. Not the sexy pout she would make whenever I didn’t give her the spankings she wanted, but a pout nevertheless. And God, she looks so fucking beautiful. Her dark hair falling all around her. The upset pouting of her lips. Her arms crossed under her tits.
My cock starts to squirm a little.
Great, fucking asshole. Now you wake up?
“Why am I unbelievable? You were making out with Ryan”
“And you’re making out with Lana. We’ve all moved on. Wonderful”
“Why are you mad at me?”
“Because you are in my room! GET OUT”
“So you were making out with Ryan?”
“Trevor!”
“Answer me”
“That’s none of your business”
“Were you calling him daddy?”
“Get out”
“Fuck, Tessa” I punch the wall and the whole thing shakes with a loud thump.
“You’re shirtless after making out with a naked woman and you think can come into my room and demand answers about my sex life?”
“I need to get you out of my head” I growl to myself, out of frustration.
“Great. You do that”
“I would! But I got no fucking clue how!”
“There’s a naked woman right next door who would disagree”
I don’t think she would.
“Just tell me you’re not calling him daddy”
“Fuck you”
“Even if it’s a lie. Just tell me so I can…
“So you can what? You haven’t even spoken to me in two days and now you have demands?”
“I haven’t spoken to you because my father is watching us and you said you didn’t want drama on your sister’s wedding”
“I remember what happened, Trevor. I was there”
“Yeah, so what the fuck you giving me a hard time for?”
“Because you are in my room!” she yells with a tone of despair “Get out! Get out, get out, get out”
“Tell me this one thing, even if it’s lie and I’ll go. Tell me you’re not calling him daddy”
“Are you calling her baby?” she pouts again and I wanna choke her and kiss her. Fuck my life. I never wanted to kiss a woman while choking her so fucking bad ever. EVER. “Are you spanking her with your belt?”
“You don’t want me to?”
She has a little laugh of disdain.
“As if that matters…” she mutters.
“Tell me you don’t want me to and I won’t”
“Get out, Trevor” she looks at me and… fuck. She is crying.
Not full crying yet, or I’d lose it completely. But there is a shimmer in her eyes that usually mean tears.
“Tell me you don’t want me to” I ask. My tone changed. Before, I was challenging her, now I am pleading “Make me a list, baby, of all the things you don’t want me to do to anyone else and I won’t”
“No, I’m done making lists for you”
I freeze. My throat is tense like I’m holding back the most violent scream.
The list of things she’d like to do to me. God, and I never heard that one…
“Now that you mention it… I’d love to read that one too” my words are barely louder than my breathing. I come really close so she can hear me and she takes a step back, her eyes locked on my bare chest, like my muscles make it hard for her to breathe even when I’m not choking her.
“Too bad, I got rid of it. It’s gone.”
“Bullshit” I growl “You know that shit by heart. What was number one on the list, Tess?”
“You. Getting out of my room” she raises her eyes to try to face me on the same level. But I’m far larger and taller. There is no way she could ever get on my level. I lean towards her like a bear over prey.
“You don’t wanna tell me yours? That’s ok. You wanna hear mine?” I place my clenched fists on each side of her head, trapping her between me and the wall.
“I could guess it” her cheeks are going a little pink.
Yeah, baby.
Blush for daddy.
“Yeah? Let’s hear it”
“It would be something stupid and macho… like… like…” her cheeks go brighter.
She is thinking about it.
She is thinking about all the things I could do to her.
“Like…? Like…?” I tease, brushing my lips up and down her neck. I never kiss her. I never really touch her. I just make her wish I did.
“Like having me in a collar and leash to give you head”
“Fuck, that wasn’t on my list. Can I have six things?”
“Or…” she pants “Having my ass again…”
“Yeah, that was on my list, baby, you wanna know how I wanted your ass?”
“No. I want you to get out” she says, her fingers drawing patterns on my chest, feeling my hair and my muscles.
“Of course you do. And what else you want? C’mon, Tessie. Tell me one thing on that fucking list”
“No”
I take my hands to my belt and start to unbuckle it. She gasps immediately. Her whole breathing goes shallow and tense.
“Tell me”
Tell me one thing.
“No” she moans “But if you guess it right, I’ll admit it”
Ok, baby, I’ll play.
“You wanted me to fuck you in your sleep again, that’s a given”
“Yes”
“Yeah?” I breathe my moan over her lips “You wanted my belt on your ass again”
She has a wicked little grin.
I want to shove my cock in her mouth every time she has that fucking bratty grin on her face.
“No” she licks her smile and just a quick sight of her tongue turns me on. My cock is so fucking hard right now, you’d think there was a naked woman under me. But alas… “That’s not on the list”
“How is that not on the list? You went vanilla on your list?”
“No” she moans like I’m fucking her “I went hardcore”
Lord, have mercy.
My knees falter.
You went hardcore?
“How hard is hardcore?”
“Didn’t you hear me? You’re gonna have to guess”
“You wanted me to spank you with a cane and then fuck you with it? You wanted me to use knives? You wanted me tie you up in suspension and punish you for hours with a drill…”
“Easy, cowboy” she laughs “You know, some guys can’t even think of anything harder than choke and spank”
“Well, some guys lack imagination”
“Clearly”
“Which one do you want? Right now, Tessie, pick one. I’ll make it happen”
“Right now?”
“Yeah”
“Right now” she holds me by the jaw “I want you to get out”
“You don’t”
“Lana is naked.”
“Yes”
“And alone”
“Yes”
“God, you’re a jerk”
“Your point?”
“That’s it. That’s my point”
“For your information, Lana is using me as a rebound. She is fully aware my mind is elsewhere. Can you say the same thing for Ryan?”
“I didn’t fuck Ryan, asshole”
Those are the five most beautiful words ever spoken in the english language.
My grin is so large I can’t even call it a simple grin anymore. It would be like calling the biblical Flood a drizzly day. I have a glorious smile of happiness, joy and wonder.
“You didn’t?” I run my hands into her hair.
I’m gonna eat your pussy, Tess. And then I’m gonna fuck you.
“I was gonna. But it felt wrong” she sounds small and fragile.
“Of course it did. Cause you belong to me”
“Stop it! You promised your dad…”
“Yeah, but didn’t you just point out that I’m a jerk?”
“You were just having sex with Lana” she covers her own eyes like her whole body is screaming at her not to trust me.
“I didn’t. I swear.”
“Yeah, sure” she rolls her eyes.
I know it looks bad… I have no shirt and Lana was naked. But… but…
“Tess?” my voice gets deep and serious. No more joking and teasing.
I take her hands out of her face so I can look at her beautiful eyes.
“Tessie” I plead “Tell me something on your list” my words are nothing more than a whisper.
She has her lips pursed. Her fists clenched. Her forehead is wrinkled and her eyes are in pain.
Say it.
“Kiss me” she gasps.
“That’s not on the list” I say “I asked…”
“I know what you asked. And I’m asking you to kiss me”
Two years.
It’s been two years since I kissed her.
She has her hands on my chest not like she wants to feel me up, but like she wants me to hold her close.
She wanted to have sex with Ryan just like I wanted to have sex with Lana.
She failed just like I failed.
We are trying to get the other out of our heads.
But we can’t.
The only difference between the two of us is that I’d fuck her and then make love to her. I’d cuddle her. I’d keep her.
I want her for good.
She wants me for right now.
Tomorrow my dad is gonna look at her funny or Annie is gonna suspect something and she’ll freak out again.
Like she did that night two years ago… when I was ready to find a place and have her spend as much time as she wanted living with me during lockdown. She turned it down. And then again the other day, didn’t she? When she said we’re not worth the trouble.
She’s confused and wants sex.
That’s fine, I want sex too.
But I can’t kiss you, Tess.
Cause if you kiss me, I’ll lose it. I’ll want you too much. It will cut too deep.
It will break my heart.
I can’t.
I will eat your pussy and fuck your ass. I will spank you with a belt and do any hardcore kinks you have on your list. But I can’t kiss you.
You want sex. You don’t want me.
“No” I say, and even though it’s a really short word, my voice dies in the middle of it.
She still has that look of pain in her eyes.
“I’m sorry” I say.
“It’s alright, I understand” she chokes, but I really don’t think she does.
“If things were different, I’d…”
“I understand” she pushes my arms away from her, carefully, trying to get some distance between us… and I let her “Is this… Is this because I made out with Ryan?”
“No, Tess. This has nothing to do with anyone else”
“It’s just because of me” she whispers to herself “You don’t want me”
“I want you plenty”
“Just not to kiss”
I take a deep breath.
“Just not to kiss” I agree “But anything else you want, I’d…”
“I want you to go now” she says. She doesn’t sound bratty or wild. She just sounds hurt. Small.
“Tess, I…”
“I don’t wanna have to say red, Trev. But I really need you to go, now. Please”
I nod and walk out. We don’t say goodbye.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t have gone into her room. Nothing good came of it.
I close her door behind me and as I am standing in that dim lit hallway I realise I’m an idiot.
I do want to kiss her.
I want to kiss her too fucking much, that’s the problem.
So I should just do that! I should kiss her and tell her how much I want her. She doesn’t feel we are related, she never did! If she doesn’t want drama during Nat and Peter’s wedding, I understand: we can be quiet about it for now. We can figure it out after. We are obviously crazy about each other.
She wanted a kiss.
Out of all things, what she asked for was a kiss.
And she couldn’t fuck Ryan cause it felt wrong? I understand that feeling exactly.
Fuck, Tess. Just be mine already.
I raise my closed fist against the door.
I’m gonna knock. I’m gonna kiss her. I’m gonna make her understand.
A click.
A laughter.
A soft whispered conversation right next to me.
I turn into the hallway and I see two people saying their goodbyes. Annie’s room. She is probably saying farewell to whoever it was that was fantastically fucking her just now. I hold my knock for a second, cause I don’t want to get caught on Tessa’s door.
I want you to understand that: my biggest issue that second was I didn’t want to get caught.
Now watch everything change.
The man stumbles into the hallway and he looks an awful fucking lot like Peter.
You know?
The guy who’s marrying Annie and Tessa’s older sister in a few days?
I freeze, unable to speak or move.
My jaw drops as something inside me is praying that my eyes saw it wrong. It’s kinda dark. I’m kinda horny. Better men have been confused for far less.
But as he is moving away she calls him back.
“Hey, don’t forget this” she whispers, handing him panties. Panties that read “Fill me up daddy”. The gag gift. That’s Annie’s panties. The matching ones she has with Tess.
He turns and I see it plain as day.
It’s Peter.
It’s fucking Peter.
“Parting gift” Annie says with a sad tone and he hugs her and kisses her one last time before speeding down the hall to the elevators.
I’m hiding in the den made by the doors but honestly… not that well. So they should have seen me, if they weren’t so lost in each other’s eyes.
That’s probably why when Annie turns to go back in her room she looks straight at me and we stare at each other in silence and horror.
Her eyes go wide in panic as she runs back into her room and locks the door, trying desperately to pretend it didn’t happen.
But it did.
This is gonna kill Nat.
This is gonna kill Tessa.
I stare back at Tess’s door. I can’t go back in now.
What the fuck am I gonna say?
Guess what? Turns out you and me fucking won’t be the biggest drama for the week?
Fuck me.
I was just starting to figure everything out.
I have to walk away now.
Tessa will think I went back to fuck Lana and I’m gonna have to let her think that for now… until I talk to Peter or Annie. Until I make some sense on all of this before dropping this bomb on her family.
And I just wanted my girl to be mine.
I just wanted a couple of weeks on the beach.
I just wanted to find out what Tessa’s list was and go over it together.
Well…
Fuck.