All right so, worst blogger ever :-p I honestly forgot that I
promised to post snippets every day. So here are a few to get us back on track.
Enjoy!
1.
I loved when she tugged me down the bed by my hips, forcing her
groin against mine. She’d strip off my shorts with her mouth following,
kissing, licking, teasing its way to my delta, then kissing and nipping across
my thighs before settling in with one teasing stroke of her tongue over my
throbbing pussy. I’d arch against the bed, aching for her, and still she’d
tease me, licking her, nibbling here, until she finally set to her work with
diligence, working my pussy over with the thicker part of her tongue, then
thrusting a long finger into me, touching my G spot, making me explode into a
star burst. At least that’s what I saw when I came, bursts of light as if stars
rained down, as my lower body shook and clenched. And I came back down to
earth, I’d reach for her and let her cradle me in her arms. I’ve always had this
idea that that’s what love is like.
2.
My husband is a big man, a quiet man, a good man. His hands
are big and scarred, tough but gentle when they reach for me. I could ask for a
less serious man, a more well-liked man. But this man, my man, is the one for
me. Even if my father does look daggers at him from across the table at family
suppers. In my father’s day the Saxons, my husband’s people, were still a
threat in these islands. The Roman legions had departed, draining like water
out of sand away from our shores, leaving the broken tribes to defend
themselves against these strange warriors who lapped against our lands like
tides, before finally overrunning us and assuming our lands and herds. As the
Romans once did.
3.
He didn’t say anything, just ran his hands over my body. I
came alive under his hands, my skin burned as if a fire had been lit within me.
I dropped my head back, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation of his body
meeting mine.
And then it happened.
He sat up, guided me off him, then settled himself behind
me, positioning me on all fours. He gliding his hand up and down my back,
feeling all the curves of my strong back. As his hand ran over my ass, he
grabbed a big handful and grunted. For a moment, cold air rushed to cool the
heated spot he’d made with his hand on my flesh, then a loud crack, followed by
the hot sting of pain as his palm cracked across the skin of my bare ass.
4.
We’d even gone out on a few socials and gone out for drinks
with our dates a few times, me with Jeremy, and Claire with her flavor of the…
Week? Month? I didn't know her well enough to speculate, but on the last outing
when she’d brought a female instead of a male occasioned many raised eyebrows
and discreet nudges between Jeremy and myself. And when we stripped each other
naked at home that night and I lay on my belly clutching the rails of the
headboard for dear life while he thrust into me from behind, we whispered all
the things we would do if Claire were in bed with us.
5.
I help her up the steps, holding her up when she trips over
the warped floorboards. She mutters something and sags against me, so I sweep
her up in my arms and carry her inside. The house isn’t tidy, but it’s clean
enough and smells of unwashed dishes and baby. I use my foot to clear the clean
laundry and box of diapers spilling folded rectangles from its’ half-open flaps
off the couch and lay her there.
“What was that?” I say when I hear her muttering.
She opens her eyes and looks directly at me.
“It should have been you,” she says. “It should have been
us.”
Her words gut me.
There’s nothing I can do. My throat is too tight to say
anything.
So like so many times in our relationship, I don’t say
anything. I kiss her forehead and I leave.
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