Mrs. B stuck her tongue out for it and I aimed the red, wet tip right there. Doc growled, his hips bucking again and again as his cock began to spew hot, white cum into her mouth. She rounded her tongue and I watched, my breath caught, as he flooded it with the thick fluid like it was a little cup made just for that purpose.
Her eyes were on mine, watching me pump his cock in my fist, but I couldn’t stop staring at his cum welling up over the curve of her tongue. I leaned it and slid my tongue between her lips, tasting him, and she moaned and pressed her tongue to mine, his cum flowing between us and we were both swallowing the heat of him as we kissed.
“God!” Doc’s hand moved in my hair. “Good girls.” Mrs. B went to snuggle up with Doc, but I glanced at the clock, still shivering with the taste of him in my throat.
“I should go to my room,” I murmured. “Have to pack…”
Mrs. B sighed and Doc grabbed my wrist as I went to climb off the bed.
“Hey,” he said. “You ok?”
I smiled back at him, a slow heat flooding my chest.
“Yes.” I nodded, knowing for the first time that I was telling him the truth. I was just fine
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It was so crazy over Christmas, and then with the start of my new term, that I didn’t even think about the Baumgartners not calling me. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but at least I was too busy to think about it much. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, how much I missed them.
It wasn’t until I saw Gretchen in the mall that I was really overwhelmed with the memory of it, making me flushed and warm just seeing her standing in the food court, tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear and laughing.
I was watching her so closely, flooded in memory, that I didn’t even see who was sitting with her at first.
“Ronnie!” Janie waved, her eyes bright.
I threaded my way through the tables toward them. Gretchen had seen me and she was smiling, holding her hand out to me. She hugged me when I reached them and I had to fight not to gasp out loud when I felt her body pressed to mine.
“God, I’ve missed you,” she murmured as the kids jumped up, Janie hugging me around the waist, Henry tugging at my ponytail. “I meant to call, but it’s been so crazy…”
“Me, too.” I smiled at the kids. “How was your Christmas, you guys?”
They both started talking at once, giving me a litany of things they’d opened Christmas morning. My eyes never left Gretchen’s face, that warm look spreading through me to my toes.
“I’m working for them, now,” Gretchen explained over their heads. “I’m the Baumgartner’s au pair.”
I raised my eyebrows, letting the kids pull me into a seat as they continued to vie for my attention.
“Do you want to do something tonight?” Gretchen asked, and I looked at the hem of her skirt riding up her thigh as she crossed one knee over the other. “Just you and me.”
I realized I wouldn’t be babysitting for the Baumgartners anymore, but watching Gretchen’s eyes on me, her smile so warm it was like heat, I knew it didn’t matter “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling back at her. “Let’s do… something.”
I felt her knee against mine under the table and shivered, realizing that I felt truly happy for the first time since we’d come home.
The End
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Like any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr-and wants nothing more than to make others purr right along with her! Pleasure is her middle name, whether it’s a short cat nap stretched out in the sun or a long kitty bath. She makes it a priority to explore all the delightful distractions she can find, and follow her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to lead her. This sassy, outrageous author lives with her husband and children in the rural Midwest, all of whom she thinks are the cat’s meow. Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she isn’t pawing away at her keyboard, she loves spending her time belly dancing, attending drum circles, gathering in women’s groups, and taking beautiful pictures of everything in her world.
Her e-publishing credits include: Rosie’s Promise published by Samhain andTorrid Teasers #49 published by Whiskey Creek Press featuring two short stories, French Lessons andI’ll Be Your Superman in 2008. Her stories and poems are in the following anthologies: Coming Together: For The Cure, Coming Together: Under Fire and Coming Together Volume 1 and Volume 3. Two stories, Sacred Spots and Happy Accident, will soon be published by Phaze Publishing, and her novelsChristmas Stalking, Blind Date, The Surrender of Persephone andThe Song of Orpheus are coming soon. She has also been published online in The Shadow Sacrament: a journal of sex and spirituality, The Erotic Woman, and her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.) She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com or email selena@selenakitt. com
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BLUEBEARD’S WIFE
Tara’s husband has never shared a fantasy with her, or even masturbated-that she knows of. However, this curious wife discovers a phone bill full of phone calls to sex lines and realizes her husband has been living a double life! Instead of getting mad, Tara’s curiosity leads her to begin listening in on John’s steamy conversations in hopes of finding out what he really wants in the bedroom. After several failed attempts at bringing fantasy to reality, however, a frustrated Tara turns to her much more adventurous best friend, Kelly, for help. A quick psychology 101 diagnosis from Dr. Kelly marks John as having a classic “madonna/whore” complex, and she quickly sets about making plans to rectify this situation. Tara goes along for the ride, hoping that Kelly may have the answer to bridging the seemingly ever-growing gap in her marriage…
Warning: This title contains a MFF threesome, a daddy/daughter role play between consenting adults, strong language, minor drug use and lesbian and anal sex.
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EXCERPT from BLUEBEARD’S WIFE:
We ended up closing the place down, John and I. Kelly and Chris headed home about midnight, and I sat and finished another bottle of wine while I watched John move among the tables, talking and laughing. He helped me on with my coat when it was time to go, and held my elbow as we walked to the car.
“Are you drunk?” he asked me as he got into driver’s side.
I looked over at him in the dimness. “Are you mad?”
“Am I mad that you’re drunk? Or am I mad that you were out dirty dancing with your girlfriend at my company Christmas party?” John started the car and put it in reverse.
“Um… that, or… whatever,” I said, struggling with my seat belt. I couldn’t seem to find the slot to put it into. John accelerated hard and I was propelled back against the seat. I was still trying to get my seat belt fastened
