From the Stacks

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[wickedpen]

The anticipation of a date with another similar minded match is what makes the ending.
There are milestones in a courtship. Perhaps meeting in the middle of the day in a random generic hotel room for the sole purpose of satisfaction.
That moment when the foreplay is over. It is on! The past the point of no return, the top of a waterfall, no turning back releases, you bite your own knuckle as something to hold on to.

 

[wickedpen]

Delirium licking fingertips in rhythm to his tongue.
Slowly catching our breath and preparing for the final act.
He likes it.
I love it.

 

[wickedpen]

"But mom, you are judging his outside. Inside he is a wonderful gentle soul." I said over and over into the phone on the hotel room desk. I looked at him and covered the phone with my hand and whispered "she is so conservative. I don't think you can come for Thanksgiving."

"I don't give a fuck." the picture of primal masculinity grunted from the couch laughing at my littel skit and rippling the ink tatooed across his hard massive body.

"I thought you wanted the bad boy special?" I said with a sarcastic smile as I walked over to him, still in his jeans.

"I don't want to play any games." he said nonplussed.

"You want to play with me?" I said with a meek voice and a dirty girl smirk standing dwarfed between his knees, but regaining his full attention and hands on my ass.

He did not say any more words for some time.

 

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[wickedpen]

Although women are displayed laying around in negligee, I can't do that, I get too horny when I put it on. Something about it just forces me to get it off that much faster, to get to what I am really after.

 

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Sometimes when I am alone I will put it on for me.

 

[wickedpen]

Sometimes I put it on for him. He is so cool, it is almost humiliating how I beg him for it.

 

[wickedpen]

With the afternoon to kill I showered and started to dress for my date. I don't know, maybe the wine with lunch but I was thinking back to date night pre-kids. There I was again, against the dining room table grinding. Steve screamed when he came. The only thing missing from twenty years ago is the husband.

 

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[wickedpen]

Sneaking away for a few hours from the office I can give the boss an afternoon adjustment.

 

[wickedpen]

Taking our time is always a pleasure when you are confident he will not leave me wanting.

 

[wickedpen]

As his angel, he would gently caress my wings, but I knew he would become more aggressive in time, like soon...

 

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[wickedpen]

I had gone from a but-her-face to the belle of the ball. Now was my time to have him put it in the palm of my hand.

 

[wickedpen]

The destination wedding and costume ball was beyond ostentatious until he asked me to take a walk on the dark beach and I felt the palm tree's trunk against my back and his hand under my skirt.