biting into Juliet’s neck.
She gasped, her arms tightening around him as she moved her hips against his. “This is torture,” she whispered, kissing his earlobe before taking it between her lips, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh. Dan had to agree. He pulled Juliet’s panties down in a quick movement, turning his head and kissing her deeply.
After several moments, Juliet pulled away, sitting up and looking down at him with desire written all over her face. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic at the top of his boxers and pulled them down; Dan lifted his hips to help and grinned lazily as his hard cock sprang free.
Juliet looked down at his erection, her eyes widening. Dan kicked his boxers off of his legs, pulling her back down onto his body. “You are really, really big,” she murmured against his lips, her voice both excited and slightly worried. Dan chuckled, slipping his hand between them to part Juliet’s labia and stroking her.
“Let’s go slow then,” he suggested, turning over and bringing Juliet with him so that they were both on their side. He lifted one of her legs and rested her foot against the back of the couch. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, finding her clit and rubbing it slowly. She moaned out loud, pushing her hips down instinctively at his touch. Dan adjusted their bodies and guided his cock up against her slit, kissing Juliet as he began to push into her.
“Ah-oh, oh Dan,” Juliet said in a moan, breaking away from his lips just a moment as he thrust into her slowly, taking his time. He could feel her muscles yielding, taking him in as he moved deeper into her hot, wet pussy. He brushed his lips all over her face, letting her feel every inch of him as he filled her up.
“I love hearing you say my name,” he told her, cradling her in his arms and beginning to move inside of her in small thrusts. Juliet opened her eyes and smiled at him, moving her leg to take him in even more deeply.
She began shifting her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts, and Dan felt his whole body tense with the effort of not just coming right away-Juliet felt so perfect, so tight and wet, with her breasts rubbing against him as they moved together.
He wanted the moment to last forever. He reached between their bodies and found her clit again, rubbing it firmly with his thumb as he began to pick up his pace, thrusting more quickly.
“Mmm, Daniel,” Juliet whimpered, and Dan could feel her trembling, right on the edge of her own orgasm. He began thrusting even faster, rubbing her clit and kissing her all over until she cried out, her arms tightening convulsively around him as she came, moaning and whispering his name over and over again. Just as she finished he couldn’t hold back any longer; he held onto her tightly as he felt his cock twitching, wave after wave of pleasure rocking him as he came.
He kept holding her as he caught his breath, his mind reeling from the intense orgasm. Juliet curled up into him, burying her head against his chest. “It’s a good thing I didn’t put my stuff in the guest room,” Dan commented, freeing Juliet’s hair from the bun she had twisted it into and letting it fall.
Juliet pulled back from his chest and gave him a slightly confused glance, a pleased smile still curving her lips. Dan grinned at her. “You don’t expect me to keep out of your bed at this point, do you?” Juliet laughed, kissing him briefly on the lips.
“There’s more room in my bed than on this couch,” she observed, stretching so every inch of her body pressed against him. Dan could feel himself getting hard again.
“Oooh,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair. “I can be very creative with space like that.” He turned over onto his back, pulling Juliet around to lie on top of him.
“For now, though, let’s see what we can do in this limited space.” He gave her a devilish grin and pushed his hips up into hers playfully.
A Private Yoga Lesson
by Inez Eaton
She continued to stare at her cell phone. Flabbergasted and surprised. Her throat felt like it had fallen into her stomach, and she felt her eyes begin to burn as they filled with tears.
The text message was simple and clear. She had been with Damian for five years, and had been convinced he was ‘the one’. She loved him, she would have done anything for him, and how dare he break up with her. Over a text message of all things! Not to mention his reasoning. Fat? She was fat?
Dana let out a scream to try and release the sick tension in her stomach. She flung the cell across the room, watching as its tiny plastic body bounced across the carpet and hit the wall in her living room. It remained fully intact, and gave a slight beep letting her known she had gotten an update. She screamed again, frustrated. When she picked it up again, the message would still be there to taunt her.
“What a dick!” she shouted, the tears now running down her face like they were in a race to reach her chin. She wasn’t sure how she should have felt. She was furious and angry, but also really sad and ready to fall into self-pity. She had loved him! How could he just end it? She hadn’t heard from him all week, perhaps this answered why.
Her stomach churned with an empty sick feeling. She wanted to puke. She wanted to knee her now ex in the crotch. She wanted to kiss him, force her tongue into his, and then force his face against her crotch. All the memories of the past year had started to filter into her mind so fast.
She would probably never have another memory with him again, oh how that thought made her depressed. She would never feel his large hands against her frame again, or his tongue as it penetrated her mouth. She would never laugh at one of his jokes again, and he would never again hold her when she was upset.
She was too fat. Ugly, and completely unlovable. She looked down at her stomach as she sat on the couch, immediately judging her body. Her large chest gave the appearance from where she sat that she really was just a fat disgusting slob.
Dana stood up and promptly ran across the room to the bathroom. She knelt down in front of the toilet. The acid burned as it rushed up her throat and spewed from her mouth. She cried even louder, screaming at her frustration. She then forced her fingers down her throat. The gag reflex caught and more disgusting acid made its way from her stomach. It sloshed in the toilet bowl, adding a sickening sound to the silence in the room.
Why had she done that? She had never had body issues before, and certainly wasn’t bulimic. It was because he called her fat, that's why. She had been with him for a year, loved him, adored him, of course his opinion mattered. She hated herself, hated her body!
She fell to one side and laid on the floor. The fuzzy bathroom carpet was soft against her face. Her eyes still burned, and tears ran from them, but she suddenly felt totally empty and void of all emotion. She stared without focus across the floor. The carpet was blue. She had bought it for herself, thinking it was the perfect addition to the bathroom. It had been a good day.
She and Damian had eaten lunch together before he went back to work. She then decided to look around the local store. She had been feeling so amazing and elated, she just wanted to walk around and feel her happiness swell inside her. She hadn’t been planning to buy anything, but this stupid carpet caught her eye.
It was soft as could be with long fibers that stuck up like fur. The feeling of it beneath her feet after a shower was always incredible and breathtaking. She began to focus on it. It was a beautiful sky blue. No, it seemed richer than the sky. The long fibers were pointed in every direction. Twisted fuzzy pieces of string.
Her breathing began to slow, and soon the tears had stopped. She felt numb. It took her a moment to get to her feet, and her stomach lurched in protest when she found her balance. She then caught her image in the giant mirror above the sink.
She was tall with long flowing hair that she had begun dying red back in high school, feeling her long dark brown hair didn’t match her personality enough. The red never came out very bright, but it added a pretty auburn to her locks when the sun hit them. Her face was pretty too, she thought.
Her nose was a bit long maybe, thanks to an Italian heritage, but it gave lovely definition to her face. Her lips were a bit thinner than she liked them to be, but they were naturally rosy and she eventually came to love her smile.
Her full cheeks were red, and eyes blood shot from crying, but overall her natural beautiful came through.
