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Required Words: Melancholy and/or Euphoria
Word Count 184
Forbidden Words: Sub, Subservient
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Required word - Interrupt
Forbidden Word - Sunburn, Book, Neighbor
Word Count - 75 or 275
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Excuse me, Miss? I hate
to interrupt but the library is closing, and you’ll have to either return that
volume to the shelf or check it out. (27)
Come on Sis! Really? Naked
Again? You know how much Paster Anderson
hates it when you interrupt his services, even if you are reading the church
newsletter. (27)
A call from our mom interrupted reading time and we only had
a few minutes until her boyfriend got back. I hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep,
but she had. Slipping my fingertips between
her thighs, I worked upward and moved her manual to access what she really wanted
me to read. The dog-eared copy of , “The Big-O:
A definitive guide to the female orgasm” fell to the ground. No worries, I had it memorized. (75)
A call from her mom interrupted reading time and we only had
a few minutes until her boyfriend got back. I hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep,
but she had. Slipping my fingertips between
her thighs, I worked upward and moved her manual to access what she really wanted
me to read. The dog-eared copy of, “The Big-O:
A definitive guide to the female orgasm” fell to the ground. No worries, I had it memorized. (75)
I loved our community college summer reading program. Uninterrupted study of the classics, fiction,
progressive and libertarian politics, and a surprising amount of erotica. Best semester ever. (27)
She told me to be more direct, so I left some morning instructions
on the kitchen table.
1 – Pick your favorite novel
2 – Strip completely
3 – Layout in the courtyard
4 – Leave the security cameras recording
5 – When you are ready, give the signal, one foot in the
air.
6 – Close your eyes and enjoy.
7 – Don’t interrupt.
8 – It will most likely be me.
9 – But maybe not.
9 – Either way, Happy Birthday Baby. (75)
I’m going to go read.
OK, I’ll come out and fuck you later.
Russ is home, will he
interrupt?
He’ll just watch.
OK, that works for me. (27)
She loved being naked. Moving was hard. No high-fenced private yard, too much noise, and
all the FexEx/UPS interruptions. She
didn’t mind those, neither did the drivers. (27)
OK, I really don't like my job, so I took a really long lunch and knocked out one more. I like this one a lot. Has potential
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She always did this, and I
loved/hated her for it.
Summer came on, the clothes came
off, and I had to suffer through her endless reading list. She’d enter the courtyard naked, lay out her blanket,
and read. After finishing each chapter, she
would stretch, soak up the sun, put her body and curves on full display and add more slippery sunscreen. She always had everyone’s attention anyway, so I didn’t
understand the show.
When the bell sounded, she would walk
back in, dripping with sweat, glowing with heat, and grab her towel and head to
the shower as if I weren’t even there, watching, loving, adoring her every move.
Three years of this. Volume
after volume of fiction, erotica, history, politics, gardening (which she also
did naked), poetry and philosophy, and I just sat, watching silently, ignored
as each day she walked by, grabbed her towel, and said nothing.
Sometimes I was brave and would
leave her notes in the courtyard and her reading list would change. Some notes I
burned before they could be found. Some nights, to my shame, I relieved myself
to thoughts of her, then cried myself to sleep.
Then she was gone.
Yet still, I watched the empty
courtyard. Day after day of
nothing.
Months passed.
I heard the knocking on my door
in my dream, then my ears, and then my head.
I took precautions, slipped on shoes, and answered. I was too stunned to speak: so she did.
Are you Andrews of the
Imperial Guard?
Yes, I am (showing my pistol), who
are you?
I’m prisoner 98372F, I believe
you’ve been watching me. We have to go.
(275)
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Happy FFF!!!!!
With Max out, I tossed up an idea, let's see if anyone plays.
Pick any two pictures from this week's prompt, and link them together in 157 words. No More, No Less, and don't take the easy way out.
Required word - Solitary
Don’t stare at me.
I must, I can’t help it, I must stare and remember and never
forget.
Forget what?
That I was once as young and as beautiful as you.
You are beautiful now.
Perhaps, but not in the way that I want to be. Not in the
way that makes me feel dangerous and powerful.
Then you are with the wrong crowd.
Hmmff, my crowd is old and dying and relies on pills and
potions to get through the day.
Perhaps I can be a part of a better crowd.
Don’t tease me girl
I don’t tease.
Then come to me and prove it.
No, get out of your chair, shed your fear, and join me.
Oh beautiful one, my solitary days of being naked in the
forest are long gone.
Then don’t be alone, join me now, feel the earth, soak in
the sun, share pleasure with my flesh, and have stories to tell. (157)
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So, there you have it. Not very sexy, kind of sad, perhaps a bit too poetic, but hey, that's the mood.
Sassy wrote her piece, so go check that out - https://samesassygirl.
And, if some of my other readers joined the fun, let us know in the comments!!
Another great picture full of inspiration and possibilities
And sorry for posting late, I hope you find time to read.
Word Limit: 170-190
Key Words: compose, propose
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“So, are you going to fuck me?”
“No; and get off my piano.”
She sat up and pouted, spreading her legs to show me she was
ready.
“Why not?”
“Because” I pressed her knees together, “I’m not supposed
to.”
“Says who?”
"I don’t know, God, my wife, your husband, my attorney, especially
my attorney."
She leaned forward, spreading her thighs wide again.
“I want you to compose a masterpiece and play me like you
play the keys.”
“Cliché much?” I asked.
Her heels fell to the keyboard, playing a discordant chord
at both ends of the keyboard.
“How about a taste then?”
“I’ve had that meal before,” I sneered, “it always leaves a
bitter taste in my mouth.”
She leaned back, placing her hands inside the instrument,
fouling the strings, spreading wide, all subtlety gone.
“Don’t you want me?”
“That is entirely irrelevant.”
“Then I propose a compromise,” she whispered, slithering to
the floor, placing her mouth on my zipper. She rubbed her chin on my hard cock and smiled
up at me.
I smiled down, stroked her cheek, stood up, and walked away.
“Thanks for getting off my piano!” (190)
Empty, abandoned, deserted, forsaken, a perfectly preserved
specimen of the over-indulgent party leadership.
The floorboards squeak and moan as I walk the grand hallway and
into the parlor. Out the windows I see loss, forgotten hope, wasted time and energy. It saddens me.
I examine the floor, and, finding no danger, remove my boots,
socks, jeans, t-shirt, panties, and bra.
The stale air of the house envelops me, mortifies, me,
arouses me.
I wonder what decadent deeds happened in these halls,
trysts, affairs, rapes, rituals, mundane moments, murders, and mock trials,
sincere longing, orgies, and orgasms.
Walking naked among the ruins, I see the piano, its keyboard
intact. I open the top and inspect the strings, most gone, some strung, all out
of tune. I shiver at the find and wonder
what rapture was composed on the dead and missing strings.
I tap out the notes to an old song, once played by the lover
who taught me to love the abandoned life. I think of the day he proposed, and
the day he left.
My fingers find their lonely home and replay an old familiar
tune of their own. (190)
Word Limit: 220-240
Key Words: authority, blue
You know, I could get fired for this
You hate your job, so who cares?
Who cares? I care, I like paying for food an TV and, I dunno,
clothes.
Just quit?
Really? And how are
we going to make any money?
I could be a cam-girl.
No
I could be an escort
Hell No
Why not? We swing.
I know, but that’s
different.
Why?
It’s for fun, not
money.
So, I can be a
slut, but not a hooker? Can we talk
about this later?
Why not now?
‘Cause I’m almost
naked
And?
Wet?
And
Horny as fuck,
now, take the picture.
Spread wider.
By whose authority?
Mine, your
partner, your lover, your boss.
Boss, eh? We’ll
see about that.
I’m sure we
will. Now spread
How wide?
I want your lips
to open
With my
fingers?
No fingers, just
spread
But then I’d be
showing…
Everything?
Yes,
everything.
That’s what I
want to see
But we agreed
these would be tasteful.
Well, our goals
are shifting.
To Where?
I’m not sure
yet. Unbutton your shirt and tip back
the hat.
Then they’ll
see my face.
I know, you’ll
be famous, the sexiest cop in town. “Boobs in Blue”
Now what?
Just a few
more.
Can you see it?
What?
I’m dripping.
Good
Drooling,
really.
Wonderful
So, about my
new job idea?
OK, you
win. You can do it for money, but I get
to watch.
Of course, Officer.
(240)
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It was her turn to take our uniforms to the cleaners. Ever since we became partners on the beat we
took turns, my guy, her guy. Drop off was
Monday after roll call, pickup was Thursday after safety briefings or
neighborhood watch meetings. It was nice
to have a schedule.
After the Canyon Heights Watch meeting, I looked around be
Rachel wasn’t there. Sometimes she
ducked out to get us a soda at the bodega around the corner, but she was always
back before I finished shaking hands and answering questions about “those dang
kids.”
With Rachel no where to be found, I walked toward our patrol
car, content to wait out her flirting with some single dad from the meeting or
a trip to the bathroom.
I turned the corner to our secluded, and safe, parking spot
and there she was. She smiled at me.
I was stunned. “What
the fuck, Rachel, who are you meeting?”
She made eye contact.
“You.”
“We can’t.”
She spread her legs and beautiful pink lips unfolded to my view.
“We can,” she unbuttoned her service-blue shirt, “and we
will.”
Not one to buck authority, I dropped to my knees and kissed
her. Her mouth was warm and inviting, so
I straightened up and filled it with my cock. She swallowed every drop, licked her
lips, and looked up.
“OK officer”, she shifted wider, “Let’s see if you know how
to handle a nightstick.”
I made a fatal mistake this week, I got busy and paid attention to my job. Aaaah crap. Ran out of time.
Having family in town was great, but also distracted me from my FFF duties, but, the REAL CRIME
was that I accidentally saw Max's title when I pulled up the picture and since I hate duplication, even without reading his post, I have to change directions. But damn, his title is perfect.
And yes, I cheated 125 words in chapter 1, and 285 in chapter 2. :-) Sue me.
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Word Limit: 120-125 *or* 280-285
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So, what was so great about being in the Navy?
Nothin! – He threw his empty beer can at me. – Get me another
Really? Nothing good
came out of 8 long years?
NO – Now get me a cold one.
I laughed, he didn’t.
But you met mom while you were in the navy, then you had me.
Like I said.
Dejected, I debated my plan, I had to know.
I pulled out the picture.
Which one was she?
I don’t know, I fucked them both. And why does it matter now? She’s gone, you’re leaving, I’m dying. Let it go.
But how can you not know?
The attorney called, showed me the tests, forced me to sign
the papers. That was it, I was a father.
(125)
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Tell me about them.
He sighs.
Fleet week was a nightmare, a curse, a horror show, and
heaven all rolled into one.
We were young, flush with cash, horny as hell, and 90% drunk
most of the time.
The girls saw us coming a mile away, they prepped, preened,
smelled nice, danced close, and made us fall in love, with several at a time.
These two worked something out. I bought them drinks all night, blew my
paycheck twice over, missed the last bus to the base, so I stayed at their place.
The one with big hair liked it dirty. She begged for it, so I put it in her
ass. Then she fell asleep.
The other one showered me off, took me in her mouth, and
smiled at me the whole time. Afterwards she held my hand, took me to bed, and asked me
to make love to her. I should have worn a rubber, but she asked me not to, so I
didn’t.
Thanks for telling me dad.
It means a lot.
Why? It’s all in the
past.
The past is prologue.
Oh, shut up with that fancy college talk.
I laughed, he found it funny this time.
I changed his oxygen bottle and tapped on his IV line out of
habit. He was fine, but not for long.
I sat next to his bed. I wouldn’t happen tonight, but it
wouldn’t be long either.
I’ve met a girl, Dad.
Wear a rubber.
He didn’t laugh this time.
I showed him the new picture.
How? He asked. Except
for the hair and fashion, they were twins with matching smiles.
Fate is a funny thing.
Well, at least you got the nice one. (285)
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Now, see who did the homework on time and didn't cheat.
Are you sure you want to film this?
More than ever. I
trust you.
Why?
Because this is obviously your house.
So?
So, if the pictures get out, then we both go down in flames.
So, a MAD strategy?
MAD?
Mutually Assured Destruction
Geez, how old are you?
Smart enough to know better
That makes two of us.
So how about we put the camera down, why risk it?
Because I need to know this really happened
What do you mean?
Right now, it feels like a dream, a dream that should never
end
Then hit record, and let’s get going.
Make it smooth, make it yours
As you wish. (110)
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Again, I might come back to add another version, but for now, this captures a memory perfectly, and if it's a memory of something that never happened, it still makes me smile.
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OK, I found time for one more. Enjoy!!
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I need to be perfectly smooth.
Why?
Because I want tonight to be special
Every night with you is special.
(She laughs) You flatter me
That’s my job, isn’t it?
To help you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.
Thank you
(They kiss)
But tonight, she’s going to be in the room with us.
Are you still ok with that?
Yes, but I am nervous.
Why?
Well, let’s think, she’s younger than me, skinnier than me,
way smarter, and well, she’s a she. It’s
a lot to deal with.
Listen, I can cancel with a single phone call.
No! (She smiles) I don’t want to cancel, you said be honest,
so I’m sharing how I feel.
That’s what makes you so wonderful, brave, daring, honest,
and absolutely beautiful.
There you go again.
Now, get back to work.
Are we taking it all off?
Every last hair.
Why?
Because I don’t anything between my skin and her tongue.
Go on.
I want to feel everything, I want to taste everything, and I
want her to do the same.
Keep Going
This is my first time, our first time, I want every sense on
fire with anticipation.
What’s my role in all this?
Encouragement, light touches, a bit of direction, a hint when
things slow down, and lots of snacks.
And water!
What’s going to happen first?
Talking, laughing, lots of kissing, and a few pictures.
And then
The clothes go off, and we get it on.
Cute. Then?
Then? Oh, everything, fingers, tongues, toys, everything! Is
anything off limits?
Not a thing. Anything off limits for me?
No, but I do have one request.
And what is that my love?
Can I be blunt?
Please
I want you to get her pregnant.
Really?
Yes
And why is that?
I’ve always wanted to be an aunt.
Sounds wonderful.
Yes
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See Who Played Today
Sassy (I hope)
Ellie cursed the traffic as she stared at her phone’s clock. She had to be on-board in 30 min, Waze was estimating thirty-three, and she saw flashing lights of emergency vehicles up ahead. She called Jack at the desk and told him she was late.
“Running late for the best flight of the year? Shame on you
girl,” he teased, “should I give the flight to Jill?”
“NO!” It came out too
harshly. This was her flight, the tips
would be enormous, and she had never been to St. Croix before.
“Did you bring your VIP outfit?” Jack asked, a slight leer
in his voice.
“Cleaned, Pressed, and Ready.” She smiled “I’ll be there in
22 min.”
Waze disagreed, and she pressed on the accelerator and horn
at the same time.
She parked badly and ran to the crew bathroom and changed,
stuffing her jeans and t-shirt into her travel bag along with the bikinis and
books for the beach.
Catching her breath, she walked across the tarmac, a picture
of sexual elegance, and boarded the G650.
The crew got a long glimpse of her legs as she climbed the stairs, but
she didn’t mind. Their bulges gave her
the reward she craved. The Gulfstream
was prepped, fueled, and ready.
“Everyone’s on board,” the Captain said, “and Susan’s in the
galley prepping.”
She sealed the door behind her and greeted her guests, a
variety of over-paid CEOs. They all smiled back.
The “Fasten Seatbelts” sign turned off. Ellie stood, stripped, and surveyed the hungry
men. Spotting the only one that blushed
at her boldness. She handed him the
spoon and honeypot and spread herself on the table.
“Breakfast is served.” (280)
See Who Played Today
Sassy (I hope)
and one more!!
Fighting Sanity: FFF: Fabulous Feast (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)
AND YOU!!! It's not too late. Grab the picture, read the prompt, and get started!!!
And, yes, I thought about using the "Coffee, Tea, or Me" cliche, but that gave it away too early.
LOL
:-)
Max, at Mystic Satyr, has put up a great prompt this week.
Get the picture, read the prompt, and join in the fun!!!
Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr: FFF: Prompt for May 20 (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)
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Tell
me what you see. Good Pose?
Fuck you, can we stop now?
No!
I need to find out what’s going on.
Can’t you take your own damn pictures? Or maybe just ask Tom to
send some back to you? Aren’t they in your “Sent Items” folder, like, I
don’t know, a hundred times?
That’s
a low blow, you know Tom’s the one that leaked the last batch.
Leaked? How the fuck do you call it a leak when you took,
edited, and sent them yourself?
Well,
you little fucktard, he wasn’t supposed to send them on to those dipshits on
the soccer team. I loved him.
Ha ha ha! Love? You fucked him, then he fucked you in a
dozen different ways, none of them with you in the room.
Shut
up! I liked him.
Fuck you. I hated him. I told you THEN and I told you WHY and
STILL you didn’t listen and now your cootch is all over Templin Community
College for Air Conditioning and Aeronautics.
Hey,
don’t make fun of TCCACA. I fixed your condenser coil for free, didn’t I?
Free? I still can’t feel my left ‘nad after earning a
“free” repair from you.
Well,
you liked it at the moment.
Well sure. We all like Taco Bell for the first 4 hours, then we pay
for our mistake, and boy-oh-boy do we pay. You haven’t made me stop paying.
Fuck
you, seriously, you shouldn’t have let me fuck Tommy.
Let you? I practically chained you to the bed. You
went blew him anyway. After that, it was your gig, not mine.
I’m
sorry, but thanks for taking me back.
I'm not
Please?
Don’t you like it?
I used to.
Please?
Just a kiss?
No. I’m not taking you back, I’m taking pictures for your doctor. You have GOT to get that checked out.
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OK, not so sexy, but I'm not feeling sexy today.
I still like the picture and the people who write about it with me.
Go See Who Played Today
And you????
Are you serious?
Well, we had to celebrate your promotion.
Yes, but you’ve never let me…
I know Bud, but I found that video of you deep in my sister’s
brown bloom and thought it was time for me to give it a try. She seemed to like it.
Oh shit, I’m sorry.
You don’t have to say anything baby. But you'd better enjoy this one, because it’s
the last.
The last?
Things are going to change around here. I’m in charge from now on. (85)
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Take 2
Tommy and Violet had been inseparable since a
chance encounter at the bank when she asked to borrow his pen to sign her loan
for a new car. Dressed in a long skirt
and a short jacket, she enthralled him then and that blush of first love hadn’t
faded, at least, that’s what Tommy thought.
“I want to play a game,” Violet said casually
one night, still gasping from her orgasm.
“What kind of game?” Tommy replied, letting
her nipple slip from his mouth.
“A guessing game.”
“Oh.”
Tommy’s cock shrank and shriveled, “another one?”
The only crack in their relationship was her twin
sister, Lilly. Genetically identical but
different in every other way, Lilly was the silent presence in every conversation. Making plans? Is Lilly available? Will she
feel excluded? Can we get her out of the precinct for a night? Cosmo surveys weren’t complete until Lilly
sent her answers, even the annoying “Do you really know your partner?” quizzes Tommy
was forced to take. Violet never shared Lilly’s answers, but frequently looked
annoyed when she ended phone calls with her.
“So, this game?”
“It’s all worked out. Be back here tomorrow at
8.”
The note on Violet’s door was simple. “Come in. Get Naked. No Talking. Make a
Choice”
The only light was a soft glow from the bedroom. He stripped and walked in.
Two beautiful naked women were head-down ass-up, their upper-bodies
covered by a blanket, two blooms the only difference.
“Make a choice.” He thought
for just a moment before shifting right.
His cock slipped in, and he began
pounding Lilly’s beautifully tight pussy. It was heaven.
“You bastard!” Violet screamed, “Why
her?”
“She remembered I’m allergic to
roses, you didn’t.
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I had a LOT of fun writing this one. Both versions have potential, but I really liked Take 2. Men are pretty simple, we like good food, a good laugh, a good fuck, and someone who pays attention to our details, like something as simple as remembering our allergies.
Big thanks to...
Max - Bloom - With an AX? WTF?
Lexi - Bloom - Magic is blooming all around
Sassy - Le'ts hope she's in this week
For inspiration and friendship!
Word Limit: 210-220
“Who is she?” she yelled, a twinge of tears in her voice. “Does
she love you like I do?”
She ground her pussy against him, grinding her wet clit
hard against his chin.
It was easy to make herself cum like this, his hard chin, soft
skin, the way his face spread her lips just so.
She felt her anger and arousal building so she kept going.
“Fuck it” she thought.
Her hips rocked, slippery, ready, hungry. Her knees slide open, covering his mouth and
nose, cutting off the last of his air.
She reached and pinched his nose shut.
The crest was building, the moment was upon her.
Cut off from air, he finally gasped, desperate for breath,
and she came.
She discovered she was a squirter in college when her roommate
crawled into her bed one night and taught her something new. Now she put that to good use and flooded him.
Her orgasm crashed into her broken heart, and she laughed as
he gasped, sputtered, and went limp underneath her.
Her hips shuddered and she crawled off him and faced the
girl tied to the chair at the head of the bed.
“It was not for naught that I learned to tie knots.” She said
as he cut her replacement loose. “You
might want to call 911.”
She thought about running after the
truck, but it was cold, and she was in heels, and public works still hadn’t
fixed the street. What was the
point? Was it worth twisting an ankle? No. She’d keep his jacket for one more week. She’d spend one more week smelling him,
wearing it and nothing else while thinking about what a fool she was. What a cliché. But what else could she
do? This wasn’t “Pretty Woman” and she
wasn’t Julia Roberts, there would be no fairytale ending this time. (90)
Debbi hurried around the apartment. She cursed herself for sleeping. The
apartment was a mess, and she hadn’t done her hair or picked an outfit. She adjusted the blinds, plugged in the power
strips, and turned on her computer, three cameras, and 4 lights. “This is ridiculous.” She thought as she
adjusted the lighting around her bed. “All
to make a few bucks.”
She checked her watch, “Where the hell is Janice?” As if summoned by magic, the doorknob turned
and Janice walked in, looking adorably frazzled, holding 2 coffees, her makeup
kit, and smelling like spring.
Everything would be OK now.
Everything was better with Janice around.
She bounced over to greet her, taking her load and putting
it all on the entry table, and kissing her deeply.
“Don’t ever abandon me.” She said.
“I’d be a fool if I ever did.”
Janice quieted her with a kiss and their tongues played over
the soft taste of coffee. They pulled
apart and got to work.
Janice sat at the desk, logged in, posted the teaser, set-up
the request queue, the donation box, and texted Debbie’s followers on all the
socials.
“Are you ready?”
Debbie came out wearing Janice’s favorite heels, sheer stockings,
and the panties and bra they bought together. Janice swiveled to get a good
look.
“What do you think?”
Debbie kissed her. Janice’s hand slid up Debbie’s inner thigh and
stroked the soft silk.
Debbie moaned and spread her legs. Taking the hint, Janice worked a finger
inside.
“Oh, fuck.”
Janice sucked on Debbie’s tongue, pulling it into her mouth
as her finger circled.
“Now you’re ready.” Debbie
gasped, panted, and nodded her head.
With a flick, the camera feeds lit up and Debbie walked into
frame, sitting on the corner of the bed, her legs spread.
“Hello Lovers!” she said.
Debbie reached behind and pulled a leather jacket from under
the pillows.
“Today, we are auctioning off a special jacket, left behind
be an ex- friend.” Debbie removed her
bra and slipped on the jacket.
“I certainly hope no one emailed today’s link to his wife. How
embarrassing.”
She grabbed her favorite toy.
“Let’s get started.”
