(SPECTACULAR)
Opening your eyes you gaze dreamily around your small candle-lit bedroom. You watch the golden shadows dancing around the walls. Everything seems so bright. Every colour every smell every thought is vivid and clear.
Your finger slowly caresses - not yet touching the sensitive bud - just circling the hot flesh so it moves around under its hood. All the while your left hand pinches and pulls at your nipple.
Heart pounding.
Toes curling.
What would your Mother think if she saw you now? Or Gavin? What would Leanne Nesbit with her amazing double-D tits think of you? Would she think you were dirty? Selfish? Sad?
Who cares? This is your fantasy. Who invited these people anyway?
Through the haze of ochre light you watch as Maria rips open her blouse. Buttons fly out in every direction as those spectacular golden-brown orbs fall out. Firm and proud like the finest surgically-crafted Hollywood tits. Shes rubbing them with both hands. Squeezing. Pulling at the nipples. Gazing down at your goose-pimpled body she hikes up her skirt. Inserts two fingers.
This is about the hottest thing youve ever seen: those two slender digits disappearing into her sex only to reappear moments later glistening with her wetness. Maria wipes the honey over her belly and breasts. Smoothing it round her nipples till theyre all big and red.
Oh God. How hot is that Rachel? All you want is to be able to finally touch this woman. To suck her nipples. Push your fingers into her vagina. Feel her hot tongue between your thighs.
Digging your heels into the sand (and into the bed) you twist your nipple. Pulling it out hard from the aureola. Your other hand moves over your clitoris. Rubbing hard and fast. The evidence of your arousal glistening on your labia. So wet. Feel it trickling between your buttocks. Caressing that puckered little hole like a lovers tongue.
Maria Marquez stands over you now. Sandy feet parted either side of your head. She lowers herself until she is squatting over your mouth. The strong feminine scent overwhelms you. Youve never had the chance to smell another woman like this. It is incredible.
*You like my smell?* she asks.
*Yes.*
*Do you want to eat me?*
***
(DISCARDED)
I was always scared of being alone. Maybe it was something to do with that whole single parent family thing. I dont know (they blame every fucking thing on broken homes these days). Whatever the reason: I know that when Mum died I just clung all the more to Byron. It was the only way I could cope. What wouldve happened if he hadnt been there for me? I guess he probably saved my life. Or at least kept me sane. But I know now that I hung on too tightly to him. Squeezed all the life out of our relationship. Killing whatever it was we had. I dont even know for sure that it was love (Im not convinced I really know what love is).
