sat up on my shins and knees and pulled my dress up over my head. Flora looked up to me with the eyes of someone in love.
"You're pretty," she whispered.
"Thank you."
I let her observe me for a moment. When her eyes came upon my vagina, she couldn't look away. Her face filled with animalistic fervor.
There was no going back now. It was as if we were magnetized. From this point forward, my body seemed to control my mind, instead of the other way around.
"Scoot down," I said, directing her away from the headboard. This allowed me room to get above her and do something I used to do to Ted, starting with an upside-down kiss, like Spiderman and Mary Jane in the movie.
Then I began to move slowly down her sinuous body, running my tongue to the peak of one breast, then down her abdomen.
I kissed each hip bone softly, then the smooth hump of her pubis, the slight indentation where the crevice formed. I stared at it like a ridge in the distance, overlooking some place I had been searching for all my life. I could feel the warmth of Flora's breath on my inner thigh now, the tickle of her hair.
Slowly I began to lower myself onto her, wrapping my hands around her thighs, my breasts pressed firmly into her stomach. I kissed her pubis one more time, and here I could feel the Libido Drug leaking from her pores and absorbing into my lips. I giggled. Then I pressed my tongue into her clitoris.
We both lost control instantly, our tongues lapping each other with such intense and sloppy passion that there was no beauty to it, no grace, no romance—just pure and primal pleasure. It might have lasted minutes or it might have lasted hours. To this day I can't be a hundred percent certain. All I know is at some point I stopped reciprocating and just lay there atop her, completely paralyzed, coming so hard I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
I didn't hear the knock on the door, nor the click of the lock as the desk clerk keyed into the room.
All I heard was his voice. "Is everything o-"
I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, a small erection showing through his khakis, his face flushed, his mouth hanging open.
"Ladies, you'll have to keep it down. Other guests are complaining."
We didn't stop. We couldn't. I couldn't even tell him to go fuck himself.
When two police officers arrived, we still couldn't stop. They began to yell at us. After a while, the tall one tried to pull me off the bed, but Flora wouldn't let go, so the short, fat cop put one knee on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
They bent us over the beds on opposite sides, and we licked each other's tongues as the tall one entered me and the fat one entered Flora.
I remember the explosion of gunfire, and I remember the discomfort of the tall officer's dick suddenly jerking out of me as he collapsed to the floor.
The last thing I remember is Flora grabbing me by the head and giving me a long, passionate, closed-mouth kiss while a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses approached her from behind, grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her backwards. It was one of the four security guards in the lobby at Your Favorite Girl, Incorporated. The one who'd stared at Kate's ass with the same shit-eating grin plastered on his face right now.
I fainted.
─No Way Out─
I DON'T remember hitting the floor. I blinked out in mid-fall and awoke instantly in a white room, completely naked, on my back, unable to move. I was strapped at the wrists and ankles, my limbs spread out to form an X on what felt like a prep table. Smooth, icy cold metal, slippery with my sweat, despite the fact that my teeth were chattering.
He used to tie me up. I'd forgotten about that. Sometimes he did so against my will. Now look at me: kidnapped and strapped to a table all because I pulled a business card out of my dear husband's pocket, a card he should have thrown in the trash the moment someone handed it to him. A good
"You're pretty," she whispered.
"Thank you."
I let her observe me for a moment. When her eyes came upon my vagina, she couldn't look away. Her face filled with animalistic fervor.
There was no going back now. It was as if we were magnetized. From this point forward, my body seemed to control my mind, instead of the other way around.
"Scoot down," I said, directing her away from the headboard. This allowed me room to get above her and do something I used to do to Ted, starting with an upside-down kiss, like Spiderman and Mary Jane in the movie.
Then I began to move slowly down her sinuous body, running my tongue to the peak of one breast, then down her abdomen.
I kissed each hip bone softly, then the smooth hump of her pubis, the slight indentation where the crevice formed. I stared at it like a ridge in the distance, overlooking some place I had been searching for all my life. I could feel the warmth of Flora's breath on my inner thigh now, the tickle of her hair.
Slowly I began to lower myself onto her, wrapping my hands around her thighs, my breasts pressed firmly into her stomach. I kissed her pubis one more time, and here I could feel the Libido Drug leaking from her pores and absorbing into my lips. I giggled. Then I pressed my tongue into her clitoris.
We both lost control instantly, our tongues lapping each other with such intense and sloppy passion that there was no beauty to it, no grace, no romance—just pure and primal pleasure. It might have lasted minutes or it might have lasted hours. To this day I can't be a hundred percent certain. All I know is at some point I stopped reciprocating and just lay there atop her, completely paralyzed, coming so hard I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
I didn't hear the knock on the door, nor the click of the lock as the desk clerk keyed into the room.
All I heard was his voice. "Is everything o-"
I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, a small erection showing through his khakis, his face flushed, his mouth hanging open.
"Ladies, you'll have to keep it down. Other guests are complaining."
We didn't stop. We couldn't. I couldn't even tell him to go fuck himself.
When two police officers arrived, we still couldn't stop. They began to yell at us. After a while, the tall one tried to pull me off the bed, but Flora wouldn't let go, so the short, fat cop put one knee on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
They bent us over the beds on opposite sides, and we licked each other's tongues as the tall one entered me and the fat one entered Flora.
I remember the explosion of gunfire, and I remember the discomfort of the tall officer's dick suddenly jerking out of me as he collapsed to the floor.
The last thing I remember is Flora grabbing me by the head and giving me a long, passionate, closed-mouth kiss while a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses approached her from behind, grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her backwards. It was one of the four security guards in the lobby at Your Favorite Girl, Incorporated. The one who'd stared at Kate's ass with the same shit-eating grin plastered on his face right now.
I fainted.
─No Way Out─
I DON'T remember hitting the floor. I blinked out in mid-fall and awoke instantly in a white room, completely naked, on my back, unable to move. I was strapped at the wrists and ankles, my limbs spread out to form an X on what felt like a prep table. Smooth, icy cold metal, slippery with my sweat, despite the fact that my teeth were chattering.
He used to tie me up. I'd forgotten about that. Sometimes he did so against my will. Now look at me: kidnapped and strapped to a table all because I pulled a business card out of my dear husband's pocket, a card he should have thrown in the trash the moment someone handed it to him. A good
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