Sunday, November 28, 2010

A Little Dessert

We Fictionistas have much for which to be Thankful this holiday season.  We are blessed with wonderful friends, amazing Sisters, and overactive imaginations. So, as a little holiday treat, we decided to share a few of the delicious thoughts running through our collectively naughty minds.

Grab a glass of wine and that leftover piece of pumpkin pie, and enjoy a little dessert.

Home Cookin'  by Catte Sambora
Cate's in the kitchen whipping up a little something for Jon's homecoming

Richie and Delilah have a lot to give thanks for this holiday season

Callie and Jon deal with the stress of preparing Thanksgiving dinner for their families

The Call  by Jovi's Willow
Mollie and David share a little long-distance thankfulness

Courage to deal with Thanksgiving in Carol Bongiovi's home comes in the most interesting places...

Black Friday by The Goddess Hathor
Jenna and Kammi find something better to do than shop on Black Friday

Black Friday

by The Goddess Hathor


“Awww, fuck, Jenna, the alarm!”  Richie didn’t even open his eyes as he flailed for the alarm clock.   He let out a string of curses as he rolled over onto Jenna’s side of the bed.  He crushed the offending noisemaker with a closed fist.  The clock let out one last pathetic bleat and was blissfully quiet.

“Sorry baby,” Jenna said as she came into the bedroom on a cloud of peach-scented air.  “I thought I turned that off before I got in the shower.”

 “Remind me again why you’re up BEFORE the ass-crack of dawn?”

“It’s tradition!  You know my sister and I always go shopping as soon as the shops open on Black Friday.  It’s one of our games – has been for years.” 

Richie could tell Jenna was smiling, though it was too dark for him to see.  “Darlin’, if you’re so hell-bent on stuffing your bags with packages, I can give you a package to stuff.  And you don’t have a sister.”

Jenna laughed outright.  “You know damned well I’ve known Kammi from birth and we’ve been through so much together that she’s practically my sister.  AND if I’m not mistaken, you stuffed me well into the night.”  She disappeared into the dressing room and turned on the light.

Richie groaned and covered his face with a pillow.  “My eyes!  It’s too early to be using my eyes!”

Jenna came to the doorway and looked at Richie, hands on her hips.  “Jesus, you’re such a baby.  Go back to sleep.”

Richie lifted the pillow from his face, looked at his gorgeously nude girlfriend, and chuckled.  “Yeah, well, that’s not gonna happen – I’m awake now.  All of me is awake.  And you’re naked and smell like peaches.  Your hair is all loose and flowy around you – you know I’m a sucker for long blonde hair.  You also know how I love you smelling like peaches.  And naked.  C’mere, baby.”  Richie pulled back the covers.  The light spilling from the dressing room fell over the bed, illuminating Richie’s hard-on.

Jenna ducked back into the dressing room, and came out half a minute later, lingerie in one hand, clothes in the other.  “Rich, Kammi will be here in less than fifteen minutes.”

“So cum quick.  I know you can do it.  Shit, pretend it’s yesterday when we ducked into the kitchen to get dessert.”

Jenna blushed as she remembered yesterday’s pie run.

“I’ll  be right back,” Jenna said to her sixteen guests.  “Rich, wanna give me a hand with the coffee while I slice up the pies?”

“Right behind ya, darlin’,” Richie answered.  “We’ll be right back,” he said to the table.

When the kitchen door swung shut behind him, Richie strode across the room to take Jenna in his arms.

“Rich!” Jenna hissed, looking over his shoulder at the door.  “Anyone could come in here!”

“So what,” he answered, pressing Jenna against the fridge and sliding his hand up her skirt.  He scooped his fingers under the crotch of her panties and stroked her lips.  “You’ve been tense all day, worried about dinner, and now it’s all behind us, and a rousing success, might I add, and you need to relax.  I’m helping.”

“God,” Jenna hissed as Richie unerringly found her clit with his middle finger and rubbed hard, fast circles around it.  Jenna’s right leg helplessly hooked up over Richie’s hips to give him better access to her.  “Okay,” she whispered.  “But hurry!”

He latched onto her mouth and swallowed her moans as Richie brought her closer to orgasm.  “C’mon,” he murmured against her mouth.  “Gimme some cream for my coffee.”  He slid his finger deep inside her to test her wetness.  Finding her drenched, he smiled.  “That’s it,” he said, and slid a second finger alongside the first.  When Jenna’s breathing became ragged, and he knew she was close, he unwound Jenna’s leg from his waist and dropped to his knees.

Jenna bent her knees slightly and gasped when Richie tore the panties from her.  She had to press hard against the fridge for support when Richie grabbed her ass roughly and pulled her dripping pussy to his face.  He buried his head between her legs and drove his tongue deep inside her.  He scraped his front teeth across her clit until her legs buckled and her cum flooded his mouth.  Moaning with delight, he sucked her dry and licked her clean.

They brought the pies and coffee out a few minutes later, secret smiles on their faces.

Smiling at the memory, Jenna dropped her clothes and slid in beside Richie.  “You win,” she said. 

“Outstanding,” Richie answered, and rolled Jenna beneath him.  He spent long minutes kissing her neck, making sure to tease the spots behind her ears where she was particularly sensitive.  He kissed the swell of her breasts, avoiding the nipples because he knew she wanted him to kiss her there.

Instead, he kissed his way down her stomach and spread her legs wide.  He settled in on his stomach to eat her out, licking and biting and stroking her with his tongue.   Her thighs clenched around his head, and her hands fisted into the sheets as she got closer and closer to release.  When she was on the very edge of her orgasm, Richie levered up and entered her with one swift stroke, burying his cock in her to the hilt.

“Oh FUCK Richie!” Jenna gasped as she adjusted to his invasion.

“That’s the idea, baby,” Richie said.  He suckled her breasts while he fucked her, taking the nipples deep into his mouth.  He bit them slightly, knowing his girl liked it a little rough and dirty.  When Jenna arched from the bed crying Richie’s name, he chuckled.  “See?  Told you so,” Richie panted.

Chuckling, Jenna moved to shift their positions, and Richie took the hint, rolling onto his back.  Jenna pushed up so she was sitting astride, and she rolled her hips, grinding into him.  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” she purred.

Richie grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard on his cock.  He raised her slightly, and pulled her back down, mashing her clit into his coarse pubic hair.

“Jenna?” a voice whispered from the open doorway.  “Oh shit!” Kammi squeaked, when she saw what she had walked in on.  “God, I’m sorry!”  She turned away quickly.  “I’ll be downstairs!”

Richie and Jenna exchanged a quick, knowing look.  “Kammi!” Jenna called.  “Um, we’re going to be a little while; why don’t you come on in?”

“Are you sure?” Kammi said from the door.

“Absolutely, darlin’,” Richie said.  “The more, the merrier, right, Kam?”

“If you say so, Richie.” 

Kammi had been friends with Jenna since they were old enough to know what friends were.  They went through school together, roomed together in college, experimented together, and shared everything with each other.  They were closer than sisters, and introduced each other as such, though they looked nothing alike.  Where Jenna was a tall, leggy blonde, Kammi was a petite, pint-sized fiery red-head.  Kammi had been at dinner the previous night, and didn’t miss the little smile the two of them shared as they served up dessert.  She knew they had been playing around in the kitchen, and hoped that Jenna and Richie would invite her to play at some point.

It looked like today was the day.

Jenna locked eyes on Kammi as she stepped into the room and dropped her purse on the chair by the door.  Kammi sat on the chair to unzip her boots, and stowed them neatly beneath the seat.  She crossed to the bed and knelt up next to Jenna.  Jenna pulled her in for a kiss.  “Take your clothes off, Kam,” Jenna said.  “It’ll be more fun that way.”

Kammi hurried to comply, and scrambled back on the bed. 

“Up here, Kam,” Richie said.  “Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

Kammi braced herself on the headboard, and straddled Richie’s head.  He lowered her by the hips until he had her in his mouth.  He moaned happily as he licked her, sucking at her clit.

“Sweet HELL!” Kammi shouted as Richie flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit.

“Good isn’t he,” Jenna asked, resuming her leisurely ride on Richie’s cock.  “Just wait until he fucks you,” she said.  “He’s amazing.”  She leaned forward, changing Richie’s angle inside her.  The shift made Richie’s whole body flex, and he pressed Kammi closer into his face. 

“Aw hell,” Kammi said.  “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Jenna leaned forward more and reached around, palming her friend’s breasts.  She pinched the nipples firmly, and Kammi arched her back.  Kammi came with a scream, trying to lever off Richie’s mouth.  He was having none of it, though, and held her close, licking at her until she came again.  Only then did he let her go.

Kammi climbed off Richie with shaky legs and moved to straddle his thighs behind Jenna.  She wrapped her arms around Jenna’s waist.  She toyed with her girlfriend’s nipples, twisting and pulling them while Jenna rode on.  Richie sat up as best he could and wrapped his arms around both women.

“Now this is a tradition I could get used to,” he said.  He kissed Jenna deeply, sharing Kammi’s flavor with her.  When he came up for air, Jenna ducked aside, and Kammi leaned forward for a kiss.  The press of Kammi behind her, matched with Richie in front of, under, and inside her, had Jenna orgasming again.  Kammi chuckled, broke the kiss, and slid back just enough to expose Richie’s balls to her. 

She watched as Jenna slid up and down Richie’s considerable length.  “Are you close, Rich?” Kammi asked.  A grunt was her only answer.  She whispered, “Lie back, Rich.  Take Jenna with you.”  Richie did as he was bid, and Kammi snaked a hand between Richie’s strong thighs to cup his sac.  “Cum now, Richie,” she said.  “Pump Jenna full so I can suck it out.  You want to watch that, don’t you?”

“Sweet fuck, yeah,” Richie groaned.

Kammi squeezed just a little tighter.  “C’mon now, stud,” she said.  “C’mon…”

Richie cursed and arched and his whole body tensed up as he came, spasming into Jenna for long minutes.  Jenna purred as his orgasm triggered another for her, and she melted onto Richie’s chest.  “I love you,” she whispered, before planting a kiss over his heart.

“I love you too, now let Kammi clean you up.”  Richie eased her over onto her back and propped his head up on one hand.  “Well?” he said to Kammi.

Kam got right to it, spreading Jenna’s thighs and laying in between them.  She gently scooped Richie’s cum out with her tongue, and lapped at her until she came again, her contractions forcing the rest of Richie from her body.  “Enough,” Jenna begged.  “Please.”

Kammi smiled and kissed her friend gently on the lips.  Then she turned to Richie who had gotten hard again just from watching.  “You need taking care of too?” she asked.

“You think you can handle it?” Richie countered with a mischievous grin.

“Hell yeah,” Kammi answered.  She laid on her side, her head at Richie’s cock.  Richie grabbed for her tits and she took him into her mouth as far as he would go and started sucking.

“Oh FUCK,” Richie groaned, rousing Jenna from her stupor.  Seeing her two closest friends in the world pleasuring each other got her going again.  She slid her hand into Kammi’s slick folds, and started to play.  Richie, not wanting to be the only one not helping, pulled Jenna in for a soul-melting kiss while his hands got busy on her body.   Jenna screamed into Richie’s mouth, and drove her fingers into Kammi, finger-fucking her mercilessly.  Kammi moaned around Richie’s cock as she came and set him off, his cum shooting down the back of her throat.

Spent, the three lay there, arms and legs tangled, chuckling nervously.

“Jenna,” Kammi panted, “This is a much better tradition than shopping.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Jenna answered.

Home: A Miami Thanksgiving

By TaraLeigh

“You can’t stay in there forever you know.”

Tessa groaned, thumping her forehead into the door. She knew he was right, but the bathroom seemed a far better idea than her mother-in-law’s parlor. It was certainly less stifling than the overwhelming floral pattern of the furniture, fussy curtains, and chairs and couches that made cement floors seem downright plush.

“C’mon, babe. We’ve got just a few more hours to go and then we have three whole days in Key Biscayne. That little hut off the beach…”

She sighed. They'd been looking forward to this long weekend for awhile. “No cell phones?”

He turned the knob, pushing inside, his fingers going straight for the nape of her neck in a familiar gesture that never ceased to ease and arouse. He closed the door behind him, cupping her face as he brushed her mouth lightly with his. “No cell phones. The only charger is in my car.”

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, the steady beat of his pulse went a long way to evening her out. “Just you and me and a beach and the sound of the ocean?”

“Just you and me.” He tipped her face up just the tiniest flick of tongue in the kiss this time. “Bathing suits optional and your moans go really well with the"

Her lips twitched involuntarily. "Is that so?"

"They do." His nose bumped along her jawline, his lips skittering down to her collarbone. "Three naked days where no one knows who the fuck I am, who the fuck you are, and the only fucking we worry about is the carnal kind." 

Her head tipped back. It wasn't right how much she enjoyed the way fuck rolled off his tongue. And she had to admit, the idea of three long, blissful days of nothing but the ultimate definition of the word made her sigh. The sigh blended into a moan when the tip of his tongue found the little notch in her clavicle.

"We could start now." He nipped at the center of her throat, her body instantly shuddered in response. God, how was it that even after years together he could still make her ache with only a touch?

"We're in a damn closet."

"Bathroom actually," he said and trailed up to her chin with the tip of his tongue.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Seriously, it wasn't right that he could make her hormones dance like that. "It's the size of a closet."

"I have it on good authority that we've done a closet dance a time or two, babe."

"It was a pantry," she managed to say around the drugging cloud of lust.

"And a coat closet at a party, storage closet backstage..." He slid his thigh between hers until the skirt rode up. "I think we fought with a mop and bucket in that one for space. I won," he said smugly. 

The memory of it thickened the already heady lust fogging her brain. "I'd say we won on that one."

His head came up, the smirk wolfish and full of pride. "No, I definitely won on that one. I almost had to carry you into the after party." She tugged his hair, chewing on his bottom lip until he pinched her ass. "Don't get mean about it, Tess. I can't help it if I gave you so many orgasms that you were tongue-tied and drooling by the end of it."

She laughed. Unfortunately that had been truth. Well, fortunately actually. Jon had been on fire on the stage in London and she'd been in the crowd getting off on the mere fact that her husband was still the hottest thing on two legs when it came to a show. They'd been so wound up by the end they'd both dived on each other the minute he'd gotten through the encore. Even fighting with a musty mop hadn't waylaid them from the wild twenty minute ride in that six by six box off the stage. The fact that more than one roadie had smirked at them at the after party hadn't dented her post coital bliss in the least.

But that family was far different from the battle-axe Jon called a mother. They'd called a truce last Christmas, a level of understanding had overshadowed their usual mash-up at dinner, but as usual that had faded within the year. She wasn't sure why the woman hated her guts. Maybe it was the alpha female order of things when it came to Jon.

"And this dress?" He tugged at the wraparound sash at her hip. "Do you really think the double knot is going to keep me out?"

His thumb swiped along the underside of her breast and up, unerringly thank you very much, until he dipped inside the crossover front to flick over her very ready, very tight nipple. "I do like to give you a challenge," she gasped. He dropped to his knees and she had to hang onto the small pedestal sink. "Oh, hell." Was there anything hotter than her proud, delicious husband on his knees in front of her?

"You did mention challenge," he said in a husky voice, that quirked brow flooding her panties with instant arousal. As if she hadn't already been a gonner.

He started at her bare ankles. The balmy weather in Miami, where the bane of her existance called home in the winter, called for loose and flowy clothes and definitely no hose. His fingertips circled around the tiny straps at the sides of her foot. "You were asking for me to do this when you put these shoes on, you know that right?" Her head tipped back as he scraped his nails lightly over the backs of her calves. "It pulls these muscles so tight." He lifted one up and hooked her knee over his shoulder. "This is entirely your fault."

Her fingers dug into his linen covered shoulders as he nosed open the split skirted dress. His breath warm on the tops of her thighs as he unwrapped her, without untying the little sash of course. She'd been thinking the ride home, or easy access in the car he'd hired to drop them at the resort, but in his parent's house? She swallowed a moan when his tongue darted over the scrap of rust colored panties she wore under the dress. 

"I do love when you color coordinate."

His fingers raked up the backs of her thighs until he cupped a cheek in each palm. The light scruff he was sporting abraded her inner thigh just before his hot breath signaled just where he was. The tip of his tongue played along the silk, burying itself into her rapidly swelling lips. Heat over a silk barrier was eight kinds of cruel, and the light grip on her ass went tighter. "I can smell how hot you are for me. I don't think you really know how hard that gets me."

"I think I have a clue," she said and was rewarded with the flash of his impossibly blue eyes just before he tugged down her panties. The quick snap of elastic dug into her thighs as he opened her digging out the slick heat that only he could cause. Her knees buckled and she had to hold onto him and clamp her mouth shut while he finessed her from lust to madness in a few short strokes of his more than talented tongue.

He sucked her clit in between those too perfect teeth and moaned against her as she shook. He looked up at her, his lips slick from her. "I want to hear you scream. I will hear you scream tonight with only the surf to drown you out."

Her fingers gripped his hair tighter as the pleasure ripped at her. Every part of her wanted to scream out the tension and tightening as her body accepted and couldn't quite process all that he gave her. His thumb flicked under her hood and circled the knot of nerves even as he stood to capture the scream that was brewing. Two thick fingers filled her as he rode out the rest of her orgasm. His mouth was hungry and hard on hers as her fingers dug into his wrist.

She wanted more than just his hand and fingers. Her knuckle bumped the fly of his roomy cargos. Thankful that he wasn't feeling in a very dressy mood, she dug her hand into the front of his pants. They hung low on his hips, just a touch too big after the tour started and he sweat out nearly all the calories he remembered to ingest.

His teeth scraped over her jaw, sharp with lust and aggression.

Just like she liked him.

His ever present control was now in her hands and it was smooth, hard and all hers. She ripped at the button and zipper, smiling into the frenzied kiss as he shoved her up against the sink and pushed away her hand. "Inside," he growled.

Oh yeah.

Just like she loved him.

Perfection in rough hands, a hard thrust, and bruises that she'd never ever complain about. He filled her like none before and certainly no one after. Breath hot on her lips, on her neck, and at her ear, she took each thrust inside her and reveled that they could still be like this after all this time. His thumb rose between them to find her clit and she whimpered between them, not wanting it to stop. But her body was too close, to sensitized by each thrust of his cock. He knew just what to do, just how to finish her off. He knew her body way too well.

The scream was there again, her body clenching and pulsing around him.

"Yes, baby," he said against her neck.

She twisted at the linen shirt, afraid she'd chew his damn lips off if she let him take the shout that was so close at hand. His shoulder was safe. She curled herself around him, tightening everything she had, legs, walls, arms and felt him come inside her he held on and growled as her teeth sunk into his shoulder. The blinding white light of release rushed in and replaced madness with a free fall.

"Tessa," he whispered his tongue laving at the sweat that poured down her neck and dampened her hair.

"Tessa's not here right now, please leave a message."

He laughed, and the edge of dark lust was right there again. "She damn well better be here. I'm going to try this again in about three hours and you're going to scream until you're hoarse."

She rested her cheek against his chest closest to the shoulder she'd freed, and even there she could hear the storm of his heart. "You think so?"

"Count on it."

She grinned up at him. "God, I love when you get all alpha arrogant. If I still had panties on, they'd be soaked."

"Considering you're soaked with me right now, your panties would have been ruined anyway."

She giggled. "I guess you're right." She slid back, unhooking her knee from around his waist. "Holy hell," she said and sagged against the wall.

He shifted his shirt, wincing. "I think you bit me."

"No thinking, darlin'. I totally bit you. It was either your shoulder or that terribly perfect mouth of yours. I figured the freckles could take the mark."

He eased the shirt away and the perfect imprint of her bite was already forming a bruise. He looked at her with a quirk of an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Just call it a badge of honor."

He laughed and hiked up his cargos. He watched her with hooded eyes, as she tried to get the dress back into some semblance of order. When she flashed him to retie the sash his smile went wolfish again. "Let's go eat so we can get the hell out of here so I can show you just how many badges I can earn."

The Call

by JovisWillow

The house was warm with a fire roaring in the fireplace, crackling now and again, the flames glowing dark amber, red and even blue as Mollie sat curled up on the couch waiting for David’s call. Candles were lit here and there in the room, the smells of the season adding to the ambiance of the room. She draped a blanket over her legs to add to the warm snuggled up feeling and waited.

Six o’clock on the dot. He was nothing if not punctual.

“Hello Angel. How’s my favorite girl?”

“Hello my love. I miss you terribly, but I’m ok. How are things with you?”

“It’s cold here. I need you to warm me up.”

David’s hand went immediately to the button that raised the privacy screen, but not before catching the driver’s eyes in the rearview, angling his brow in silent communication between men.

“Oh really, and pray tell how am I supposed to do that?” she replied coyly. She knew damn well what he was talking about and was completely prepared to give it to him, but he was gonna have to work for it a little first.

“What are you wearing?” he replied saucily.

“Seriously, is that the best line you’ve got?” She laughed in reply.

He laughed in return. Not really doin it for you, is it?” Tell me then, what are you up to right now?”

They chatted for a few minutes, she telling him her plans to stay in and enjoy the small Thanksgiving meal she had prepared for herself. She had had a long couple of weeks at work and was looking forward to some quiet downtime. She wished he could be there with him. but their schedules just wouldn’t allow it. He could hear the longing in her voice and wanted to tell her his secret but kept quiet and just listened. She told him about the fire and the wine, setting the scene for him. David jus closed his eyes and listened, her voice like liquid gold to him.

“Oh, baby, that sounds amazing. I so wish I was there. I’d snuggle under that blanket and get you all kinds of squishy, inside and out.”

She lowered her voice, almost to a purr. “Oh really? Do tell, kind Sir. I miss you somethin awful. What can you provide to soothe me?”

“I’ve got the cure for anything you need baby. Starting behind your neck. I believe I’d curl up next to you, burying my face in your hair. I’ll bet it smells like pears and oatmeal, I so love that about you. I’d snake my hand into that hair and twist it around my hand and pull, just hard enough to make you gasp. I’d pull it up to bear that delicious neck of yours, kissing that little space at the base of your hair that makes you stop and melt anytime I touch you there.”

He heard her breath hitch. He could picture her in his mind... eyes closed, head back on the couch, lips parted just listening to his voice.

You like that baby, don’t you?

“Uh huh”... was all she could say.

“You want more?”

“Uh huh...”

“I’d pull you down just a little so that I could have more unfettered access to that gorgeous body of yours. Then comes the kiss. Soft at first, tasting you lips, drawing out your tongue and capturing it for my very own. You know how much I love kissing you, don’t you Angel?”

No sound came from the other side of the phone. She was busy imagining the feel of his warm, soft, strong lips against hers... the feel of his hair falling into her face, tickling as his curls came into contact with her skin. It wasn’t fair that he had to be gone, but they had worked together to perfect the art of phone sex so that even when they were apart they could connect with one another in that special way.

“Angel, stay with me. We have a long way to go and I want to hear every single reaction you have.”

God she loved when he called her that

“I’m imagining the taste of your skin, so smooth and soft. I’d kiss you from the back of your ear, down your neck, making sure not to miss a single inch of your intoxicating taste. I’d move down your body slowly, small kisses following long licks with my tongue. I’d get to your chest, running my tongue over your nipples and biting them gently, watching as they perked up before my eyes. Touch them for me Angel. Imagine that I’m twisting them in my fingers. Do it for me now. Tell me how it feels”.

“Da...” she couldn’t even utter his name. She wanted him so bad and the ache was just too real. She reached under her shirt and twisted her own nipple with one hand, letting out a small yelp as the blood rushed to the surface under her skin. She could imagine his hands on her as the heat rose from her core. The more he spoke the more turned on she became.

“Mmm, baby, you taste so good to me. Now I’m gonna kiss you down your middle, your tummy and that sexy as hell belly button. Don’t laugh though, I know you can push past the ticklish...”

Laying further down on the couch, Mollie ran her own hand down her skin, continuing the imagination of David touching and kissing her now blazing hot skin. She pushed her fingers even farther, into her panties, feeling her skin turn even softer in that most delicate of places. She was shaved smooth, he liked her that way and she was always at the ready for him and that made her smile. As her fingers reached her hot, wet clit, she let out a deep moan.

David listened. No more words were needed, as he knew exactly where she going and what she was doing. His jeans tightened more with each pant, breath and moan he heard through the phone. He reached to unbutton his jeans, his cock springing forward as if to say “thank you” for releasing it from it’s denim confines. He began to stroke himself, imagining Mollie’s tongue running along the length of him. He missed her so much and couldn’t wait to be with her and inside her once again.

Mollie continued her ministrations, rubbing her clit with her index finger. Her heat was raging at full blast now. She kicked the blanket onto the floor as her hips began to buck and sway the more turned on she got.



“What are you doing sweetheart. Tell me what you are doing” David prodded gently as he continued to stroke himself.

“Touching myself, imagining its you. Wanting you inside me, your fingers, your tongue and most of all your gorgeous cock. I’m remembering, thinking of how you always make me cum just with your fingers at first and wishing you were here to do that to me now.”

“But baby, I am there.” he said gently but with an air of authority as he took control of the conversation once more. “Can’t you feel me touching you? Use your own fingers and do exactly what I tell you. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Mmhmm. At least I’ll try.”

David smiled to himself at her coy answer. He knew damned well that she could and would get herself off and that her mock shyness was meant simply as a way to tell him that she wanted “instructions” from him. He was more than happy to oblige.

“Use two fingers baby. Push them down onto your lips and spread them apart for me gently. Spread your legs nice and wide so that if I were there I would see everything. No need to be shy with me, right?


“Now slowly, slide your two fingers inside. I’ll just bet you are wetter than wet, aren’t you. Tell me how it feels.”


“No, no.. I want to hear words Angel. TELL ME how it feels” he said a bit more forcefully.

“Hot... wet... gooooooood” she panted and moaned.

“Now turn you hand and hook your fingers so that your nails scratch softly at the wall behind your clit. You know what I mean, right”

“Yes, of cour.....” her words ceasing the moment her fingers came in contact with that spot.

“Ahhhh I’m gonna......” her breaths continued, more urgent and more ragged with each passing second.

“Gonna what, Angel”

“C....c....c..... cum!” she moaned as her floodgates opened and she felt her hot juices flow freely over her hand.

David closed his eyes and listened as her moaning crested and subsided. He stroked himself for a few moments longer, his eyes closed and his head laid back. After a few minutes, he knew he was just moments away from his own release.

“Angel, are you listening?”

“Yes, love… I’m here” she said in a faint whisper that he could barely hear. She was on the downside of the crest but made no move to stop the movement of her fingers inside her.

“Angel, I’m gonna cum soon. My balls are so tight and I can imagine your gorgeous mouth moving up and down my cock.”

The very thought of that had Mollie warm again in a mere second. She was going to cum again, but this time they would do so together.

“Tell me, Davie” she encouraged him, using the pet name that was reserved only for them and only in private.

Sweat beaded on David’s temples as his breathing became more shallow and his hand moved faster up and down his throbbing shaft.

“Oh Angel, I miss you so much. I’m gonna….”

“Me too” Mollie’s voice cracked as her fingers slid in and out faster, her thumb on the nub of her clit and her nails raking softly against her G spot.

The next few minutes were silent, sans the deep, heavy breathing of the two lovers. It was several very intense moments later that they both came to release.

“Oh, sweet hell” he moaned has he came, his seed spilling into and over his hand.

“Oh, Davi…..” was the only response she could muster as her walls contracted around her fingers in another crashing orgasm.

Silence ensued for what seemed like eternity as the two calmed themselves and came back down to earth.

I love you Angel.

I love you, Davie. I’ll see you soon. Happy Thanksgiving.

David cleaned up and composed himself  just as the limo pulled up in front of her house. Rolling down the privacy window between himself and the driver, he thanked the man for the ride and handed over a generous tip.

Just as Mollie was nodding off to sleep, the snick of his key in the lock barely registered in her brain.

His soft, sweet breath whispered in her ear.

“Happy Thanksgiving, My Love.”

With that he lifted her from the couch and carried her off to bed.