Jesse's Hands

Jesse's Hands

Emily Ryan-Davis

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When a lonely society wife starts to lose herself, she turns to a long distance friend who guides her onto a path she didn't expect to travel.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Freya's Bower
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 5821
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 4 4 4 4
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CATEGORIES: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica
KEYWORDS: BDSM erotica, sexual fantasy, contemporary erotica, short story
 

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COPYRIGHT Emily Ryan-Davis/2009

The long, lean shape of a man appeared behind me. His face was a translucent reflection in the glass. I admired the breadth of his shoulders, the loose-hipped flow of his stride. A duffel bag hung from his shoulder, full of the things he'd promised me: a blindfold, so I wouldn't spend the rest of my life searching for his face; handcuffs for my wrists, so my conscience wouldn't make my hands push him away. Morehe'd promised me a lifetime worth of sensation in this handful of hoursbut thoughts of inventory fled when he stopped behind me and whispered my name. My vagina no. He liked the other word. Pussy. My pussy clenched and squeezed wetness between the shaved lips I'd promised him. Without my panties to catch the cream, it slicked over my inner thighs, warmed between them as I resumed my pace and walked through the hotel's doors.

Jesse stood behind me while I checked in. He followed me to the elevator, crowded me into the back of the small car and pressed the button for our floor.

I clutched the hand guard for balance and stared at the carpet. I desperately wanted to see his face, but I knew it was for the best that I keep my eyes down. His proximity, his highway wind cologne, weakened my legs. The metal lick of a zipper coming apart made my heart pound. Not his cock, not yet. He was supposed to save that for last.

"Pull up your skirt." His left hand came to my thigh, kneading through the fabric. Worried I would fall on my face if I released the rail, I awkwardly tugged my hem up with one hand. Jesse's touch followed, palming my ass, separating my cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed the back of my neck, reached between my legs and rubbed something hard and cold from the top of my slit all the way back to my ass. The object slid easily, collecting wetness. I desperately wanted him to return to my pussy, to tease and rub the entrance to my sensitive hole. Against my ear, he murmured, "Take a deep breath, baby."

 
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