All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"What do you think, Andrew?" Jessica spun around in their candlelit bedroom. Her lingerie was the most modest thing Victoria's Secret made, no more revealing than a one-piece swimsuit. But it did make her feel naughty.
Andrew whistled. "I forgot you had that outfit." He regarded her from the closet where he was putting on pajamas. "What's the occasion?"
"Well..." Jessica wanted to walk over to him with some sexiness. But she couldn't quite picture what that would look like. She pressed her lips together.
Catwoman
! Everyone thought she was sexy, and Jessica had seen her in a movie once. She strode toward her husband like a frisky cat. "It's been over a month since we did it, and I thought you deserved to have some fun."
"That's sweet of you, Jess." Andrew's face pinched. He hated disappointing his wife. But he wasn't in the mood. "Not tonight. Maybe later in the week, okay?" He stepped around her on his way to bed.
"But I thought we could try some new things." Jessica did her best not to pout. She leaned forward a bit so he could get a good look at her freckled cleavage. Once upon a time, that would have driven him mad with lust. When they were younger, he'd get so hot that he sometimes orgasmed the minute he put it in.
"New things?" Andrew laughed and got under the covers. "That doesn't sound like us, does it? No need to reinvent the wheel." He blew out the candles on the bedside table. "New things are dangerous. And so are candles. Please blow them out before you brush your teeth."
"Okay, dear." There was defeat in Jessica's voice. Did he want her to masturbate and cheat on him in her thoughts? Because that's what he was pushing her toward. "We'll do the regular old thing when you feel up for it. Maybe tomorrow." She walked around the room with her shoulders slumped, blowing out candles. As she pulled off the lingerie, she thought about what Andrew was missing. More importantly, what she was missing. The image of Thomas touching his penis flashed in her mind. She pulled on an oversized t-shirt and panties and tried to think about something else. Her husband was sweet most of the time. That was a nice thing to think about. Then her mind wandered to Hailey. Goodness, she was going to have to talk to her daughter about the incident in the office.
Reflexively, Jessica's thoughts turned to other things. She focused on the conversation they'd already had on the car ride home from the airport. Hailey was dating a boy. That was excellent news. Her daughter had blushed when they talked about it. She seemed really into him. Jessica sighed and rubbed her thighs together when she climbed into bed. She tried to plan out the next day. "Goodnight, Andrew." Her husband didn't respond. He was already asleep. The thought occurred to her that he would never know if she touched herself. But then she remembered her promise and pressed her legs more firmly together. Mercifully, sleep didn't take long to find her.
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Noah raced down endless darkened halls. Frigid air tugged at his exposed skin. The
tick... tock
of a clock beat like the pulse of a great leviathan hiding somewhere nearby. Maybe he was inside the creature. But no, he could see the moon as he passed window after window. His feet padded through rectangles of silver light cast on the floral-patterned runner carpet.
"Come back here... boy. You have trespassed in forbidden caverns." A man's deep, booming voice followed Noah down the endless hallway. "I have already cleansed your mother of her sins. Now come seek penance!" A gunshot rattled the windowpanes and reverberated in the house. Noah looked down at his body, but saw no blood. No bullet holes. Only the tattered waistcoat, vest, shirt, and trousers that he wore. Adrenaline surged and his body somehow moved faster. Another gunshot crashed around him like an angry rhinoceros. His feet didn't falter.
The moon vanished. Blackness greeted him. Noah's next step found nothing at all. He screamed as he fell into empty space. He twisted about, falling and falling. The landing was much softer than expected. He found himself in a tender, cool embrace, his head resting on the ample curve of a breast. He looked up into sweet, caring green eyes. His heart slowed when he took in the broad smile set in a heart-shaped, freckled face. For a second, he thought he was in his mother's arms. But it was the lady from his mother's painting that held him close.
"You're lucky I was here to catch you, darling." Eloise brushed his sandy hair out of his eyes. "My, you're so pale. You look like you've seen a ghost." She laughed, a pleasant ringing that filled the open space outside her mansion.
"I... I thought you were my mom." Noah blinked up at her. His heart melted, his mind slowed, and a great swelling of longing filled him.
"We do look very much alike, agreed. Quite uncanny. But I am not your mother, Noah." She bent her face toward his, her boob pressing harder into his ear. "My name is Eloise Palmer, and you can call me Mother if it makes you feel more comfortable."
"Um... no thanks." The thought of calling this woman "Mother" made him far from comfortable.
Eloise giggled and moved her face even closer to Noah. His hot breath steamed where it met her frosty exhalation. "You are a handsome young man. I so love the vigor of youth. You have eighteen years, yes?"
Noah nodded. He was enthralled.
"And you have lain with a woman?" Her red eyebrows arched with the question.
"I... um... no... I've only kissed girls."
"Well, then that's where we'll start, darling." Eloise planted a kiss on his warm lips.
Noah shivered when her icy tongue entered his mouth. He knew he should pull away, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he ran his hands over the coarse fabric of her dress and kissed her back.
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The mirror sparkled. Lauren stared at her reflection. She didn't recognize the woman she saw. She was naked with an ugly, twisted expression on her face. It was lust. Her face was transformed by desire. Her hips drove forward again and again, her heavy boobs shaking absurdly. There was a woman in front of her, doubled over, with her tight butt rippling every time Lauren's hips slammed into her. It took her overheated mind a moment to grasp that she was humping another woman from behind. She looked from the mirror to the woman in front of her.
Lauren's hips faltered, and her grip loosened on the woman's hips. A soft, beguiling voice filled her ears and enflamed her desire. Her hips sped up again.
"I wish you to find your truth, Mrs. Keitaro." Erato's words flowed like water around the room, ebbing and flowing, lingering and then vanishing. "And nothing has the heft of veracity like hunger. Nothing is more honest than desire realized. Authenticity is at the heart of yearning... for your daughter."
