massaging my scalp with moisturizing shampoo because my curly hair was dry, especially in Denver’s semi-arid climate. Using my new exfoliator, I gently scrubbed my face; I had decent skin, and I wanted to keep it that way. I grabbed my buffing cloth, a free gift I received for spending way too much money on skin care products at Macy’s. Admittedly, I liked the way if felt and took an extra few minutes to massage my tired legs. My hand moved higher on my left thigh, unexpectedly arousing me.
The last time I masturbated in the shower had to have been before Michael was born. Since then, I hadn’t had the time, or the inclination quite frankly. Jack and I often had sex in the shower, and elsewhere, I recalled fondly.
So why, out of the blue, was I horny as hell?
Still covered in lather, I slowly ran my hands over my breasts, squeezing them gently. My nipples were very sensitive—always had been—and perked to pinches and nibbles. Only being able to manage the former, I worked them unusually hard until they stuck out like plump raisins. I was getting wet and throbbing like crazy.
A breath escaped my mouth, and I said, “Danny Boy, I could fuck you right now.”
I stopped abruptly and quickly rinsed off. I wanted Daniel’s expert assistance, and I got out of the shower, barely drying off. No need for my PJ’s, I ran to my room and jumped into my bed.The digital clock glowed 6:47 p.m., which meant 8:47 p.m. his time. Most nights, Daniel went to bed late, so surely he’d be awake,
Today, 6:47 PM
MAGS: U up?
I waited exactly four minutes for a reply. It felt like hours,
DANIEL: In what way do u mean?
MAGS: Mmm
DANIEL: U wet?
MAGS: How’d u know that?!
DANIEL: I can smell your sweet pussy from here
MAGS: Don’t make me cum fast
DANIEL: My cock is hard, throbbing wanting you to sit on it
MAGS: No, need it from behind
DANIEL: Want to flip you over, bring your ass high in the air
MAGS: Squeeze my tits
DANIEL: Oh yeah, got both of em in my hands, squeezing
MAGS: I need it fast and hard tonight
DANIEL: I can do that
MAGS: Wait – go slow first
DANIEL: Working up to it, slowly pumping your throbbing pussy
MAGS: Can’t type anymore
DANIEL: Ok, let’s finish it
MAGS: Me 2
I put the phone down and screamed, almost in agony. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in recent memory—one of the fastest, too. I came so easily with Daniel; just thinking of him stirred every cell in my body. I caught my breath and reached for my phone,
MAGS: So fucking good
DANIEL: Yes it was and so are you
MAGS: It’s only 9 and I could fall asleep
DANIEL: Then do and dream of me
MAGS: Mmmm
DANIEL: You make me crazy, Mags
MAGS: You make me crazier
DANIEL: If I were there, I’d kiss your pussy goodnite
MAGS: I’d lick your cock goodnite
DANIEL: Uh oh
MAGS: ?
DANIEL: Ready for round 2?
MAGS: Oh yeah
A good stretch was in order to avoid post-coitus stiffness, a condition that had crept up after turning forty-five or so. Letting out a deep sigh, I pulled the lightweight duvet just beneath my chin and closed my eyes. I was drained, in a very good way, and couldn’t move a muscle. As parched as I was, I couldn’t muster the strength to reach for my water. Lying on my back, listening to the hum of the ceiling fan, I smiled thinking about what just happened. Sexting had become my new favorite hobby and I was elated at the promise of one sizzling, sexy summer.
BOOK 2
Summer
CHAPTER 4
Summer’s Solstice
M ay flew by like a scene from a fast-moving train, leaving me physically and emotionally depleted. One night in early June, I watched a decent adaptation of one of my favorite books— Eat Pray Love . Elizabeth Gilbert made suffering seem so…all the rage. That’s Hollywood, I thought, and made a promise to myself to avoid any more drama. As the credits scrolled, I dedicated the next few weeks to finding renewal and serenity.
I’d slept in and, feeling pangs of guilt, I pulled myself out
The last time I masturbated in the shower had to have been before Michael was born. Since then, I hadn’t had the time, or the inclination quite frankly. Jack and I often had sex in the shower, and elsewhere, I recalled fondly.
So why, out of the blue, was I horny as hell?
Still covered in lather, I slowly ran my hands over my breasts, squeezing them gently. My nipples were very sensitive—always had been—and perked to pinches and nibbles. Only being able to manage the former, I worked them unusually hard until they stuck out like plump raisins. I was getting wet and throbbing like crazy.
A breath escaped my mouth, and I said, “Danny Boy, I could fuck you right now.”
I stopped abruptly and quickly rinsed off. I wanted Daniel’s expert assistance, and I got out of the shower, barely drying off. No need for my PJ’s, I ran to my room and jumped into my bed.The digital clock glowed 6:47 p.m., which meant 8:47 p.m. his time. Most nights, Daniel went to bed late, so surely he’d be awake,
Today, 6:47 PM
MAGS: U up?
I waited exactly four minutes for a reply. It felt like hours,
DANIEL: In what way do u mean?
MAGS: Mmm
DANIEL: U wet?
MAGS: How’d u know that?!
DANIEL: I can smell your sweet pussy from here
MAGS: Don’t make me cum fast
DANIEL: My cock is hard, throbbing wanting you to sit on it
MAGS: No, need it from behind
DANIEL: Want to flip you over, bring your ass high in the air
MAGS: Squeeze my tits
DANIEL: Oh yeah, got both of em in my hands, squeezing
MAGS: I need it fast and hard tonight
DANIEL: I can do that
MAGS: Wait – go slow first
DANIEL: Working up to it, slowly pumping your throbbing pussy
MAGS: Can’t type anymore
DANIEL: Ok, let’s finish it
MAGS: Me 2
I put the phone down and screamed, almost in agony. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in recent memory—one of the fastest, too. I came so easily with Daniel; just thinking of him stirred every cell in my body. I caught my breath and reached for my phone,
MAGS: So fucking good
DANIEL: Yes it was and so are you
MAGS: It’s only 9 and I could fall asleep
DANIEL: Then do and dream of me
MAGS: Mmmm
DANIEL: You make me crazy, Mags
MAGS: You make me crazier
DANIEL: If I were there, I’d kiss your pussy goodnite
MAGS: I’d lick your cock goodnite
DANIEL: Uh oh
MAGS: ?
DANIEL: Ready for round 2?
MAGS: Oh yeah
A good stretch was in order to avoid post-coitus stiffness, a condition that had crept up after turning forty-five or so. Letting out a deep sigh, I pulled the lightweight duvet just beneath my chin and closed my eyes. I was drained, in a very good way, and couldn’t move a muscle. As parched as I was, I couldn’t muster the strength to reach for my water. Lying on my back, listening to the hum of the ceiling fan, I smiled thinking about what just happened. Sexting had become my new favorite hobby and I was elated at the promise of one sizzling, sexy summer.
BOOK 2
Summer
CHAPTER 4
Summer’s Solstice
M ay flew by like a scene from a fast-moving train, leaving me physically and emotionally depleted. One night in early June, I watched a decent adaptation of one of my favorite books— Eat Pray Love . Elizabeth Gilbert made suffering seem so…all the rage. That’s Hollywood, I thought, and made a promise to myself to avoid any more drama. As the credits scrolled, I dedicated the next few weeks to finding renewal and serenity.
I’d slept in and, feeling pangs of guilt, I pulled myself out
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