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The following is a sexy short story inspired by some stories about why people hook up with ex-lovers. Enjoy!

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Maxine “Maxie” Morello was not in a healthy place. She should’ve been used to that by now. She hadn’t been in a healthy state of mind for much of her life. That was somewhat unavoidable for someone whose parents went bankrupt, got divorced, and struggled constantly. By the time she was a teenager, she’d lost track of how many times she’d moved.

As a young adult, Maxie understood that was not an excuse. But that didn’t stop her from slipping back into unhealthy situations. It seemed no matter how many times she tried to get her life together, her self-destructive tendencies found a way to influence her.

That was the only logical explanation she had for her current predictable. Why else would she be leading Jarrod Bowman into her bedroom at two in the morning on a Thursday night?

“Mmm…I missed how great your lips tasted,” he told her with determined lust in his eyes.

“Even when I’ve been drinking?” Maxine quipped.

“Especially when you’ve been drinking!”

He doubled down on that sentiment by aggressively squeezing her butt, biting her lower lip, and practically pushing her towards her unmade bed. Maxine responded with a lustful gaze of her own, responding favorably to his actions in a way that set a distinct mood.

It was not healthy.

It was not wise.

But this was happening.

Maxine was going to hook up with her ex-boyfriend – the same ex-boyfriend she’d broken up with twice before and for good reason. They were not right for each other. They fought constantly and tended to feed their worst tendencies. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Because there was one critical element that kept her and Jarrod coming back to one another.

“I trust you remember how I like it, Jar,” Maxine told him.

“I haven’t forgotten, Maxi. How the hell could I possibly forget?” Jarrod said before pushing her onto the bed, slipping off his belt, and kicking his shoes.

The seriousness in his gaze triggered something in Maxine – something she knew could only lead to more unhealthy thoughts and actions. But it was too late. The switch inside her had flipped. She’d been lonely, horny, and anxious all week. Unhealthy or not, she needed this. It defied logic, emotions, and everything in between. But she needed it.

As Jarrod crawled onto the bed with her, Maxine slipped out of the jacket she’d been wearing when she’d met up with him at a diner two blocks from her apartment. She then slid her shirt off while he aggressively reached for her pants, undid them with ease, and pulled them off – leaving her in the overpriced bra and panties she’d worn on purpose.

That lecherous glint in his eyes confirmed he liked what he saw. He remembered how much it turned him on when they were still together. He was so taken that he barely noticed her grabbing the collar of his shirt, which Maxine could tell he hadn’t washed in days, and pulled it off over his head. That further fueled his aggression. And with heightened urgency, he took off his pants and underwear – the intensifying mood having left him very much aroused.

“I missed your dick,” Maxine said in the heat of the moment.

“Is that all you missed?” Jarrod said with a lurid sneer.

“Pretty much,” she teased.

He laughed, but did not seem overly amused. That just encouraged more aggressive foreplay – the kind that did plenty to stoke Maxine’s unhealthy desires.

He kept kissing and nibbling around her lips and neck – using his body weight to keep her pinned, as well his powerful hands to explore her body. At some point during these heated gestures, he tore off her bra and panties. Maxine heard the clasp on her bra break and the fabric of her panties tear. For some reason, these tangible manifestations of Jarrod’s aggression turned her on even more.

He had never been an overly careful and considerate kind of lover.

He also wasn’t afraid to get rough. That might have gotten him in trouble with other women who had healthier ideas of relationships. But for Maxine, it was a big part of what kept bringing them back together – even when they should’ve stayed away.

For now, she silenced that part of her brain – ignoring every warning and urging to not do this with someone who was not good for her. Instead, she listened to the part that reminded her Jarrod was one of the few men she still trusted with her body and sex.

They kept touching, groping, and kissing – helping their bodies get reacquainted with one another. His penis was already fully erect and ready for her. She had been wet between her thighs since before their clothes came off. Any semblance of patience and restraint quickly faded.

“Fuck me!” Maxine told him in a blunt, serious tone.

Jarrod answered with a simple grin and a grunt, never one to say much when it came to sex. That was something else Maxine appreciated more than most. He didn’t overthink a situation. He just went for it.

He was every bit as direct and crude as ever as he grasped her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and positioned himself on top of her. His pelvis now aligned with hers, Jarrod thrust his hips forward and entered her – driving hardened, masculine flesh into the moist depths of her vagina. Maxine let out a sharp gasp as the familiar sensations of sex washed over her, gripping the sheets under her and holding on tightly. Because she knew what she was in for.

“Oh yeah! So hot and tight…I missed this too!” Jarrod said.

Once he had his first taste of her sex, he proceeded to indulge recklessly – unleashing every ounce of lust, desire, and energy upon her. He made full use of his leverage over her, going at it hard and fast – the hot, fleshly sound of his flesh smacking against hers filling the room. The bed under them rocked hard. The dirty sheets wrinkled and furrowed to every movement. It was so hot and raw – visceral and crude. The circumstances might have been so wrong, but the sensations felt so right.

“Yes! That’s it! Ohhh yes!” Maxine panted.

Such hot, intense sensations inspired equally heated gestures. Maxine showed some aggression of her own, hooking her legs around his waist and driving her feet into his lower back – encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. He returned the favor by hungrily grasping her breasts, nibbling around her neck, and growling like an animal whenever he drove extra deep into her depths.

It wasn’t always comfortable. It didn’t offer much in terms of affection, either. But as crude or callous as it might have been, it had the desired result. Maxine climaxed hard under the weight of her ex-lover’s lust.

“Oohhh fuck, yeah!” she exclaimed when the feeling hit.

“Damn! You needed this more than me,” Jarrod commented, still balls-deep inside her.

“Shut up…and keep fucking me!”

That was not a smart thing to say for a man who had a bad habit of being rough with his lovers. But Maxine said it with the implicit trust that Jarrod knew her limits, as well as his own. He knew what she could take and what he could deliver. That trust was key to what made their sex so uniquely satisfying.

That first orgasm triggered a succession rough, raucous sex acts coupled with rough, aggressive gestures. Jarrod kept hammering away, groping and fondling her naked body – frequently dominating her with his strength and body weight. At one point, he even pinned her wrists by her head – rendering her completely vulnerable as he humped harder and faster, eventually culminating with a climax of his own. But even as she felt his thick cum fill her vagina, Maxine knew this was just the beginning.

“Come here, Maxi!” he said hungrily, just as he finished coming.

The next thing she knew, he was propped on his knees, holding her firmly by her hair, and shoving her head directly towards his crotch where his semi-hard penis awaited. Maxine offered no reluctance or resistance. Now drunk on the pleasure of their sex, she gave him a messy, but effective blowjob – demonstrating that her oral sex skills hadn’t waned since their last breakup.

As she slid her lips and tongue along the length of his penis, he soon became erect once more. Maxine then soon found herself bent over and pinned against the wall over the headboard of her bed – her butt presented to her aggressive lover. He pounced on her like an animal in heat, grasping her hips and re-entering her sex.

Again, their naked bodies rocked in a hard, ravenous rhythm.

Again, the exchanged aggressive, crude gestures of lust.

Jarrod cupped her breasts, bit her shoulder, and slapped her butt with more force than most men would dare. Maxine winced, but encouraged him with moans and profanity.

“Harder, you horny bastard! Harder!” she shouted.

Jarrod heeded her every word, vulgar as it might have been. He didn’t even let up when he left marks or welts on her naked skin. They were sure to sting in the morning. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Maxine ended up climaxing again, letting out that distinct moan he knew so well. It was both a benefit and a byproduct of the trust she’d placed in him. That made it seem even less healthy, but she was beyond caring at this point.

More ravenous sex followed. And Maxine made sure to reward Jarrod’s trust with some aggression of her own. After so much fervent humping, she let him catch his breath by getting on top and riding him cowgirl style. That didn’t just bring him to another climax. It allowed him to firmly squeeze her bouncing breasts and pinch her nipples – something he always appreciated.

Once he delivered another seminal load into her womb, they gave each other another round of oral sex – getting into a 69 position with her on top. It took a bit longer to get him hard again. But as soon as he was ready, they went right back at it – getting in the center of the bed and entwining their bodies once more.

They really pushed themselves, physically and sexually. Jarrod worked up a healthy sweat. And Maxine’s hair became messy and disheveled. A more balanced couple would’ve stopped or slowed down, but neither she nor Jarrod were inclined to throw in the towel – not until every last ounce of unhealthy lust had been exhausted.

Maxine didn’t bother keeping track how many times they did it or how long they went at it. By the time her body finally gave out, she was a sweaty, panting mess – lying on her side next to Jarrod, watching him splayed out on the center of the bed with his eyes close while catching his breath. The whole room smelled like sex – the air thick with that lurid humidity they knew so well. Even in a state of afterglow, he annoyed her by taking up so much of her bed. But she didn’t have the energy to berate him over it.

“That was…intense,” Maxine said, now dazed and drained.

“Yeah…intense,” said Jarrod, still panting heavily.

“It was also wrong. You know that, right?”

“Is it really?”

“It is! You and me…we’re not good for each other. Our entire relationship…the fighting, the breakups, and the sex…it’s not healthy.”

Jarrod was silent for a moment. He was rarely that talkative after sex. But he still cast her an understanding glance, not at all dissuaded by her disheveled state.

“You might be right. Hell, you probably are,” he conceded. “But like it or not, I know you…and you know me. I can trust you with things that I can’t trust with anyone else. And you can trust me too.”

“That’s still not healthy,” she retorted.

“I never said it was. But whenever we need something like this…unhealthy or not…it’s nice having someone like that in our messed-up lives. And the fact it makes for great sex…well, that’s just a nice bonus.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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It used to be so constrained. Veronica Aguilar was a very affectionate person, by nature. She was also a very sexual person, by nature. She learned that about herself in high school. But in doing so, she also realized the challenges that came with pursuing such passions.

Having such traditional, uptight parents, it was challenging to talk about sex. It was even more challenging to actually pursue it, especially after inheriting her mother’s shapely feminine figure. Veronica still managed to rise to that challenge, finding creative ways to be intimate with her lovers.

Sometimes, that required lying about where she was and who she was with for extended periods.

Sometimes, that required making good use of any time in which her activities wouldn’t be scrutinized.

But for most of her adult life, Veronica was always being scrutinized by someone and not just her parents. She had been the first among her three siblings to go to college and actually graduate. She was also the first to actually find a stable job at a government think tank. Navigating all of that while still seeking the intimate company of others proved a difficult balancing act – one her friends, relatives, and younger sister often failed to manage.

It had been so stressful for so many years. But that was the past. Now, Veronica found herself in an unfamiliar, but intriguing position.

“I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow morning. Do you?” asked Alan Kruse, a dashingly handsome young man she’d met through a dating app.

It was such a simple question. Many men had asked it in some form, often flirtatiously and suggestively. And in every instance, Veronica had to give them a disappointing answer, even when she was very much in the mood.

But this time was different.

This time, she had no morning classes to attend, no exams to study for, and no job to get to at the crack of dawn.

For once, she could smile at this handsome man within her grasp and answer with complete honesty.

“Nope!” Veronica said proudly. “There’s no need to hurry.”

“Good,” said Alan with an excited grin, “because you strike me as a woman who values time…especially for moments like this.”

He drew her in closely and kissed her, snaking an arm around her waist while caressing the side of her face. Veronica purred softly and melted under his touch, her legs becoming weak and her inner thighs becoming hot.

It was a familiar predicament, being in the arms of an attractive man on a Friday night just outside his apartment. This wasn’t even her first time hooking up with Alan, but it was only their fourth official date. And they’d had sex after the second.

But that experience had a frustrating time constraint, having happened the night before her Aunt Anita’s wedding – once again requiring that they be mindful of her time, if only to avoid the risk of showing up disheveled in front of her family. It was still enjoyable, having convinced Veronica that Alan was a lover worth pursuing. Now, here was an opportunity to see how great sex could be when it didn’t have to be rushed or constrained.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” Veronica whispered seductively into his ear. “Let’s make some sweet, unrushed moments together.”

She sense Alan’s face light up without seeing it. He now knew that he was getting laid tonight and so was she. But unlike other overeager men she’d been with, he didn’t rush them up into his building and into his apartment. He just kept his arm securely around her waist and led the way, offering affectionate gestures to build up the mood between them.

That did make a difference. Because that mood escalated quickly.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered to him while on the elevator – and with three people in front of them, no less.

Alan replied with a tactful grin before giving her butt a light squeeze, a subtle way of letting her know he shared the sentiment.

They maintained that subtlety the rest of the way to his apartment. Even after entering with him, there was no sudden urgency to get naked, get in bed, and get down to their sexy business. She and Alen just kept kissing and embracing, enjoying the affectionate gestures that conveyed the extent of their desire to one another.

At one point, Alan still removed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Shortly after, Veronica set aside her purse and slipped out of her heels. She knew where his bedroom was and how much noise they could make without upsetting the neighbors. But she didn’t agonize over how much or how little her family scrutinized her private life, nor did she concern herself with the hour of the night.

She and Alan let their bodies go on autopilot – their lust, desire, and affection guiding them for what awaited.

“I really need this,” Veronica said through a light gasp.

“And I’m happy to give it to you,” Alan replied.

She doubted he understood the subtext of her words. Just needing sex was one thing. Needing an unrushed, unconstrained experience with a good lover was something else entirely. Alan could only grasp that to a point, having come from a less traditional background with a family that didn’t give him a curfew on prom night. But he didn’t have to in order to make this feeling count.

Veronica let this handsome man embrace that feeling with her. Through their kissing and touching, they eventually did make it to his bedroom. They didn’t bother closing the door or excess tact – an unfamiliar feeling for her, having snuck more than one lover into her dorm room in college. They even dared to settle down somewhat, sitting down at the foot of his bed – her legs casually draped over his lap.

It was an odd feeling, not ripping off each other’s clothes to ensure they had enough time for the fun stuff. They had plenty of time. And Veronica intended to use it.

In that spirit, an idea came to her.

“Sit back,” she said to him. “I’m gonna strip for you.”

“Is that something else you need?” Alan asked coyly.

“It’s more like…something I’m happy to give to you, as well.”

The handsome man just kept grinning, leaning back on his arms to give her room to work. He had no idea how much she was acting on a whim or how unfamiliar these circumstances were for her. But she didn’t let it show. For all he knew, she gave a sexy striptease to every man she slept with.

Veronica let him make that assumption as she slipped off his lap, stood in front of him, and channeled her inner stripper. She’d once been to a strip club with some college friends of hers. She knew what it entailed. But with no loud music, drunk men, or elaborate outfits, she could do it her way.

“Look at me…watch me…think about all the wonderful ways we’re going to enjoy each other’s sex,” said Veronica in a sexually charged voice.

In her head, her favorite dance song started playing – the beat, the lyrics, and the rhythm echoing within her mind. She began swaying and dancing, showing off the feminine curves of her hips and the cleavage that her tight-fitting black dress barely contained. Even without music, Alan was entranced. He watched with an attentiveness that only further motivated Veronica.

Once she set the mood, she began peeling off her clothes. But she made it a point to go slowly and sensually, starting by pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulder and sliding it down her frame. Every bit of skin acted as a brief tease, followed by a greater reveal. By the time the dress was down at her ankles, leaving her in a simple pair of lace bra and panties, the air in the room felt noticeably hotter. And Alan clearly sensed it too.

“Damn,” he said under his breath as he took in her half-naked form.

Veronica grinned playfully and slipped back onto his lap, straddling his waist so that her pelvis grinded against his – allowing her to feel the growing hardness in his pants. She welcomed his touch on her newly exposed skin. She also invited him to join her in her unclothed state.

“Want my help getting out of those itchy clothes?” she offered.

“I wouldn’t mind in the slightest,” Alan replied.

Still leaning back on his arms, he kissed her lips softly and let her continue the erotic display. Like she’d done with her dress, Veronica was slow, yet thorough in undressing her lover – undoing each button of his dress shirt, gently guiding it off his well-toned upper body, and undoing the belt on his pants. He accommodated her every action, tossing the crumbled-up shirt across the room and lifting his hips so that she could get his pants off. Once down to his underwear, the extent of his arousal became clear and tangible.

“Enjoying the show?” Veronica asked coyly while glancing at his bulging erection.

“I certainly am,” Alan answered. “Although some parts of me are enjoying it more than others.”

“I can see that,” she said. “I too have body parts that are getting rather impatient.”

“There’s still no need to hurry.”

“I don’t plan to. But let’s not ignore our shared priorities.”

That was a creative way of saying they were both very horny and very ready for sex. Veronica’s mind might be eager to take things easy for once, but her body reminded her that she still had critical needs. And some needs required greater urgency.

The elaborate striptease gave way to more direct foreplay. She and Alan fell back on the bed together – kissing, touching, groping, and fondling one another in a sexually charged fervor. This quickly resulted in their underwear coming off – starting with Veronica’s bra, followed by Alan’s boxers, and ending with her on her back while he slid off her panties.

Once fully nude, the heat of their desire became more tangible. She could feel his hardened penis pressing against her, the manly flesh aching for her feminine warmth. And at one point, Alan slipped his hand between her thighs and lightly cupped her vulva, feeling the contours of her outer folds and the extent of her arousal.

“You’re so wet,” Alan said to her.

“You’re so hard,” Veronica said right back to him.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“Do it!” she said intently. “But please…take your time. Enjoy this with me.”

“I will. I promise.”

Many men made promises, especially in the presence of naked women. But Alan struck her as a man who valued keeping promises, especially when he had a naked woman within his grasp. She decided to trust that he would keep it. Whatever followed would be theirs to cherish.

This handsome, dedicated man set the right tone. He lightly grasped her hips, laid her in the center of the bed atop the covers, and got on top of her – aligning his naked body with hers, parting her legs and angling his hips in just the right way. Veronica was already breathing heavily, lightly grasping his neck as she planted her feet firmly on the bed, beckoning him with her eyes to enter her and fill this need.

Alan heeded this call, not diverting her gaze for an instant as he guided his hardened penis into her. The familiar feeling of fleshly penetration followed, sending equally familiar sensations coursing through her body. He went slower than usual, savoring every bit of her moist depths. And once their union was complete, a new feeling took over.

Desire turned to action.

Intent became real.

Veronica was having sex with this man, but without urgency or concern. It gave a distinct spirit to this intimate act she loved so much.

“Wow…” she gasped in daze.

“Yeah…wow,” Alan grinned as instincts took over.

His amazement was likely different from hers, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his promise. Their bodies now entwined, he began working his hips – humping, thrusting, and moving that manly from of his in a manner that perfectly complemented their shared want for this feeling. He quickly built up a rhythm, but didn’t let it get too rapid or rough. He took a quality over quantity approach to their sex, making every intimate enmeshing of their flesh count.

It was amazing.

It felt so good – better than Veronica could’ve imagined.

“That’s it! Ooh that’s it!” she gasped. “Just like that! Just…like…that!”

This was usually the part of sex where she let herself go – forgetting whatever constraints that bound her, ignoring whatever scrutiny she happened to be dealing with, and just enjoy this simple act of great pleasure. It was her way of rewarding herself for achieving the desires that the world seemed intent on tempering.

But this time, Veronica found herself taking in every minute detail of this experience. She kept her eyes wide open, even as Alan buried his face in her neck as their bodies rocked. And she eagerly trailed her fingers over every sinew of her lover’s back, matching the thoroughness of his efforts. This revealed a new dimension of sex and intimacy – a unique feeling that could only come with a focused, but unrushed mentality.

“This is it,” Veronica said under her breath. “This is the feeling I wanted…needed…craved.”

It wasn’t raucous, ravenous, or strenuous. The bed didn’t shake hard, nor did their bodies strain with the various thrusts, humps, and movements. Veronica was used to sex being such a workout. Going slowly and carefully allowed for a much more drawn out experience.

“Veronica…you’re incredible…beautiful…wonderful!” Alan panted.

She found herself smiling widely. Usually, when she had sex and things got intense, there would be a lot of dirty talk and profanity. She often encouraged it, matching every crude remark her lover said in the heat of the moment.

But there was something oddly refreshing about hearing such tame words from her lover. It nicely reflected a gentler, less crude brand of sex. That perfectly fit the tone of this act. Veronica supplemented it even more by wrapping her legs around his waist, adding some extra force to his thrusts, and whispering affectionate words right into his ear.

“Alan…you’re a man of your word,” she said to him. “I’m already…so close.”

Hearing this, he intensified the rhythm, but only slightly. Their naked bodies kept moving and grinding together, the inner muscles of her vagina tensing more as she neared her waiting climax. But rather than grab onto his shoulders as though he were the edge of a cliff, Veronica just closed her eyes and moaned deeply as she came.

It felt as good as any orgasm should feel.

It filled her with that familiar rush of pleasure – her toes curling, her lower body burning, and her heart racing as pure ecstasy flowed through her.

But there was something more satisfying to this feeling – an added level of awareness to its beauty that she had never been able to grasp. It didn’t just make for better sex. It was like finding a new world within a world.

“My God…” Veronica gasped.

“Easy there, beautiful,” said Alan, steading their bodies briefly. “Are you okay?”

It came off as a question in jest. But her beaming smile was dead serious. This man had no idea what he had just given her, beyond the simple pleasures of sex. But he didn’t need to understand. She just needed him to keep sharing in this moment.

“I’m more than okay…much more!” she answered.

Veronica kissed him deeply to further allay any concerns. He kissed back, happy to continue their sex. Having done his part to set the tone and mood, she offered to share the effort. And without saying a word, Alan accepted.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she rolled him over so that she was on top. From there, using her newfound leverage, she began riding him in a steady succession of sexual motions. Like him, she made every movement count – allowing him to enjoy the feeling while admiring her naked body. But even with that steady, unrushed pace, the pressure built quickly. He too was ready to climax.

“Veronica…I’m close too!” he gasped. “Almost…there…oh God!”

His release was a bit more vocal than hers. He let out that deep, masculine moan that Veronica found so erotic – grasping her hips, closing eyes, and soaking in ecstasy of the hot release that followed.

She just kept smiling down at him affectionately, lightly pawing his chest as she felt their hot sexual fluids mix inside her depths. It added to the overall feeling – intimacy, ecstasy, and affection all taking a real form. Veronica gladly savored it with him, even guiding his hands to her breasts while he processed the feeling.

While he caught his breath, she laid on top of him and casually kissed around his unshaven face. Alan kept grinning widely as he embraced her as well, the added depth of the feeling subsuming him as well.

“Sometimes…it’s good to take things slow,” he said distantly. “To really take time to be careful…thoughtful…and patient.”

“You have no idea,” Veronica found herself saying. “I sure as hell didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

Veronica bit her lower lip, not entirely realizing what she’d just said. It didn’t affect the mood or temper their naked embrace. But it was a reminder that she’d spent much of her life approaching sex with urgency and constraints. Now, she had a newfound appreciation for just enjoying the moment for all its worth.

“Nothing,” she said, already initiating a fresh round of foreplay. “Now, come on! I’m up for more sex if you are. After all…there’s no need to hurry.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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The clock on the living room wall read 11:50 p.m. Janine Ultman knew time was working against them. Her husband and long-time lover, Bryce Ultman, knew it too. So, as soon as she walked through the front door, they had to act fast.

It didn’t matter that she was still in the overpriced work clothes she’d so diligently put on earlier that morning.

It didn’t matter that he had been home since six, patiently waiting for her in the raggedy sweatpants and muscle shirt he often wore this time of year.

They had both had a long week and had every excuse to just curl up in bed, fall asleep, and wait until morning to do anything. But none of those excuses mattered because tonight was Friday night. And Friday night was their sex night. Even with only ten minutes to act, they had no excuses.

“Sorry I’m late, hun,” Janice told him as soon as she entered the front door.

“Don’t apologize yet. We still have time,” Bryce told her, meeting her in the foyer before she could remove her coat.

“We’ll be cutting it real close,” she warned him.

“I’m up for the challenge if you are.”

“I’d hoped you’d say that.”

She cast him a knowing grin. He grinned right back at her, his hands already on her shoulders as she set her coat aside. Bryce had been sitting on the stairs waiting for her, clearly fighting off the urge to fall asleep on the couch. She’d texted him a half-hour ago, letting him know that her meeting ran late and traffic was terrible. She didn’t think she’d make it back in time to maintain this special tradition of theirs, but they still had a chance. And it was a chance worth taking.

Janice didn’t bother hanging her coat up. She even tossed her purse aside, not caring that her phone needed to be charged. Bryce was already setting the mood, standing so close that she could smell the cheap aftershave he’d used that same morning. And he was drawing her closer in a way that allowed their body heat to become entwined. That always seemed to get their passions flowing, among other things.

He commenced the act with a soft, but intimate kiss. Janice responded by deepening it quickly, twirling her tongue with his and pawing his chest with both hands. Her first instinct was to lead him up the stairs to their bedroom. But then, she saw the clock out of the corner of her eye.

It read 11:52 p.m. Time was running out.

“The living room,” Janice gasped.

Bryce responded with a deep, masculine moan. That was his way of letting her know she got the message. And with no hesitation, he grasped her hips with both hands and led her into the living room, which was only a few steps away.

During this brief trek, she and Bryce shed their clothes. His casual attire came off the quickest, but he helped her catch up, peeling off that fancy blouse, skirt, and stockings that had gotten so itchy after a long day at the office. It helped that he’d become quite adept at stripping her. It was just one of the many benefits of maintaining this intimate tradition of theirs.

“It’s 11:53,” Janice said just as he removed her panties.

“Plenty of time,” Bryce said as he admired her now-naked body.

That added touch of confidence was a hell of a turn-on. Janice felt her heart race faster as certain parts of her body heated up. Bryce further fueled that fire by lifting her up in his arms, hitching her legs around his waist, and carrying her towards the couch.

More intense kissing followed.

More touching, caressing, and squeezing followed.

The hot feeling of skin touching skin added to the growing arousal. Janice felt the hardened flesh of his penis rub against her inner thighs. It was perfectly aligned with the growing moistness between her legs. Together, they were pulling out all the stops with their foreplay, embracing and groping one another’s naked bodies in all the ways they loved.

Time might have been working against them, but their bodies and their passions kept up. And when the moment came, she and Bryce seized it.

“I’m ready,” Janice whispered seductive into his ear.

Her husband responded with actions rather than words. Still gripping her hips, he laid her down on the couch and hitched her leg up over his shoulder. He then angled his body with hers, aligning the tip of his hardened penis with the wet folds of her vagina. And with a focused thrust, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Janice beamed.

They were doing it. Their sex had commenced and the clock hadn’t struck midnight. Bryce let out another deep grunt of contentment, savoring that sweet feeling of their flesh fully entwined. But just initiating the act before the end of their official sex night wasn’t enough. Bryce Ultman never stopped with the bare minimum. That was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him.

“Hold on, love,” he told her, that confident undertone showing again.

With an energy not typical of a man who’d endured such a long week, he made love to her with extra fervor. Every thrust was a little harder. Every movement was a little faster. He also fully utilized his extensive knowledge of her body, using his thumb to rub her clit in a very specific way and making those deep, masculine noises that drove her so wild.

It sent Janice’s sex and her desires into overdrive. A flood of hot, raw sensations coursed through her body, bombarding her with the sweet pleasures of lovemaking. He was pushing to the brink of orgasm, knowing full well that it usually took a while for her to build to that point. Janice pushed with him, shifting her body in conjunction with every movement, every thrust and contortion complementing the breadth of this act.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock read 11:58. Her heart raced faster and her body raced with it. She could feel an orgasm approaching, but it was still going to be close.

“Almost…there!” Janice gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

Sensing time running out, Bryce made the final push and shifted their bodies into a new position. He was now sitting in an upright position with her straddling his lap, both knees planted firmly by his thighs. Janice instinctively grasped onto his shoulders, her eyes locked with his, and began riding him hard.

She loved this position.

She loved just being able to vent her desires, working her hips while their genitals slithered sensually in a harmonious rhythm of flesh.

It was just what Janice needed to make it past that critical threshold. As she crossed it, sending her body past the point of no return, she dug her nails hard into her husband’s shoulder. And he caressed her face as that distinct orgasmic expression manifested before him.

“Ohhh Bryce!” she cried out.

“Jan…” he managed to get out.

Finally, they could stop rushing and just share in this powerful moment together. The rush of sensations shot through her body, that familiar orgasmic release washing over her. Her inner muscles throbbed, her back arched, and lower body shuddered in accord with every blissful wave.

She also felt Bryce climax with her. She felt his penis tense inside her just before releasing a thick stream of cum into her waiting depths. He’d clearly been holding back, just waiting for her to join him in this ecstasy that they shared on a weekly basis. Even though they shared it regularly, she and Bryce still cherished it. Because no matter what kind of week they were having, they always had something special to look forward to.

And just as Janice felt the orgasmic rush pass, she noticed the clock change from 11:50 p.m. to midnight. That made it official. They had met their deadline and maintained the special tradition of their sex night.

“We made it…just in time,” Janice said breathlessly.

“Yeah…cut it pretty close, though,” said Bryce, still holding her close as they shard a naked embrace

“But we did it! Friday night…is still our sex night.”

“And I intend to keep it that way,” he said with a confident grin.

“I love you,” she replie with a grin of her own.

“I love you too.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a couple of lifeguards I saw flirting at a local pool. Enjoy!

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“This is so wrong. If I get caught, I’ll be in so much trouble,” said an anxious, but excited Dominic “Dom” Olson.

“You keep saying that. But you keep moving with such urgency,” replied Vivian “Viv” Powell as she flirtatiously leaned towards him, clutching his arm.

“That’s entirely your fault,” he quipped. “You’re the one who dared me to take advantage of my position as a lifeguard.”

“To be fair, you didn’t need that much convincing. I don’t think I even dared you to do this.”

“It was still your idea.”

“And yet you’re the one with the keys…leading the way at ten past midnight…your girlfriend by your side, feeling so restless.”

Viv’s every word was laced with deep, sensual undertones. Her seductive voice, coupled with her affectionate gestures, got Dom working feverishly to sift through the keys on his chain. That wasn’t easy when it was past midnight on a cloudy, muggy summer night in their quiet suburban neighborhood. It was the middle of the week and most houses were dark and quiet.

The community pool, which was located at the end of the block, was extra quiet. Dom knew for certain that nobody drove by after ten. He was intimately familiar with how the pool operated, having worked as a lifeguard there for four straight summers, going back to his senior year in high school.

Viv knew it too, having first met Dom while visiting the pool with some friends of hers that lived nearby. This was where she first asked him on a date. This was where they frequently met up when they weren’t working, studying, or navigating the daily grind of a couple of college students. But they had never met up in a situation like this…alone, late at night, and feeling bolder than usual.

“Found it!” Dom said under his breath, having finally located the key to the main gate.

“Hurry up and get it open,” Viv whispered seductively into his ear. “It’s so hot and muggy out tonight. These clothes are getting so itchy.”

Dom moved with superhuman reflexes to unlock the gate. The incentives of a horny girlfriend could do that to a man. As soon as it opened, they slipped in laughing and giggling like a couple of deviant teenagers.

“It’s so weird being here when it’s dark out,” said Dom as they made their way to the pool.

“I know, right?” said Viv as she looked out over the area with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to this pool kids being yelled at every half-second.”

“Trust me. Being a lifeguard, you can only get used to it so much.”

“All the more reason to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Viv let go of his arm and approached the side of the pool near the deep end. The main clubhouse might have been dark, but the pool itself was lit by a series of underwater lights. The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the filters and pumps that worked after-hours during the week. Dom was usually responsible for cleaning those. That was one part of being a lifeguard he didn’t care for.

After tonight, he might not mind that task quite as much. Viv intended to give her boyfriend some fond memories of this pool that would help him through the rest of the summer.

“Well, so long as we have the pool all to ourselves…” said Viv as she kicked off her sandals.

“And wouldn’t you know it? We forgot our swimsuits,” laughed Dom as he did the same.

“And I forgot to wear underwear, as well,” she said casually. “Oh well! Guess we’ll have to swim naked.”

“Guess so,” he said with a mock-shrug.

Viv shed her clothes quickly, sliding the thin white tank-top she had on off over her head before slipping out of the jean shorts she’d thrown on less than a half-hour ago. She didn’t bother with underwear or a bra. She even shook her exposed butt at Dom, as if he needed more motivation at this point.

By the time she turned around, giving him a full-frontal view of her breasts and pussy, he was working feverishly to get out of his pants. Even in the poor lighting of the pool, she could see his penis becoming partially erect. He was getting ahead of himself, but their bodies and desires were on the same page.

“Come on in, handsome!” she said, gesturing with her finger. “You are still a lifeguard. That means you have to keep an eye on anyone using the pool.”

“Including my butt naked girlfriend?” he said.

“Especially your butt naked girlfriend!”

Viv laughed playfully as she jumped into the clear, warm water. It felt so good on her naked skin. Since the pool was heated, the temperature was perfect. It reminded her of a nice, lukewarm bath. But she was not looking to just float around and relax. She kept her eye on Dom, who now stood fully naked at the edge of the pool…his toned physique and tanned skin looking so appropriate for a lifeguard.

“Cannonball!” he called out before jumping in.

In an act unbefitting of a seasoned lifeguard, he splashed into the water just a few feet from where Viv stood. The resulting impact got her a face full of water. But her only retaliation involved more laughter while trying to splash him back.

That triggered a steady exchange of playful splashes as they swam about the area – chasing one another, groping one another, and occasionally sharing a deep, affectionate embrace. As good as the warm water felt, the feeling of his naked skin pressing against hers was even better. Even with the water level just above her chest, she could clearly see that generous endowment hanging between his legs. At one point, she felt it graze her thighs and the extent of his arousal became clear.

“Hey Dom…” she said to him within that embrace, her tone more serious and intense.

“Yes, Viv?” he said, matching her intensity.

“This is my first time skinny dipping. And I already like it!”

“I had a feeling you would,” he said as he slipped his hands down to her butt.

“I know we’re already breaking a lot of rules. But how much trouble would we be in if we made love right here…right now?”

Viv reached down between their bodies and grasped his penis as it floated within the water. He made that distinct noise he always made when she touched him in a way that made clear she wanted sex. And he responded, as he often did, by slipping his hand between her legs and lightly cupping the outer folds of her vagina.

“We would be in a lot of trouble…much more so than we already are,” said Dom.

“Would it be enough to dissuade you?”

“Nope! Not even close.”

He hot her a lustful, yet affectionate glance. Viv responded with a gaze of her own…a look that urged him to take her in that moment. He got the message and he acted on it with that distinct, manly bravado of his.

It started with a deep, hungry kiss…one full of messy tongue and swirling lips. Intense, aggressive foreplay followed. He hungrily guided his hands all over her naked body, paying close attention to her breasts, butt, and inner thighs. Viv answered by pawing his chest and rubbing her thigh against his groin, skillfully working her skin against the underside of his penis, causing it to stiffen even more.

Within this fervent embrace, Dom led her to the shallow end of the pool. They ended up in a corner near the stairs where most of the kids and elderly entered the pool. There, the water barely went up to their lower waist. No longer covered by the water, he became fully erect while the arousal between her legs further escalated.

Once she felt her back against the edge of the pool, Dom grasped her upper thighs and lifted her up. Their lips still locked, instinct took over and Viv threw her legs around his waist. And with his secure grip on her, he aligned her pelvis with his. As soon as she felt the tip of his dick glide against her outer folds, he carefully lowered her…allowing for the sweet, smooth penetration of her flesh with his.

“Dom…I feel you,” Viv gasped.

“Viv…” he said, already dazed by the feeling.

Few words were needed. Their bodies, their passions, and the raw sensations of their sex told them everything they needed to know in that moment. Viv drew him into another kiss. And Dom made perfect use of the setting, circumstances, and desires.

Under the cloudy night sky, she and Dom made love. Their wet, naked bodies bounced, rocked, and grinded to that special rhythm that could only come from this special dance. The water beneath them splashed and rippled each time she plunged downwards, the hardened flesh of his cock driving up into her tight folds.

Hot, wondrous sensations followed with each movement, mixing well with the warm water of the pool that still covered their bodies. It might have been wrong in the sense that they weren’t supposed to be there at this hour of the night. But that only added an extra thrill that made it feel so right.

Her chin now resting on his shoulder, Viv loudly and proudly moaned with pleasure out into the night. She even dared to be louder than usual, squealing with joy in ways that weren’t possible when they were trying to get intimate in crowded college dorms. There was something liberating about that, giving a new dimension to this intimate act.

Dom definitely felt it too. He was usually so intense and serious during sex. But this time, he was more energetic and playful than usual, laughing joyously with her as they went at it. They even moved around a bit in the water, having fun with how they splashed about in the water during their intimate movements. This unique, playful energy led Viv to the brink of orgasm. As it approached, she latched onto his shoulders and dug the balls of her feet into his lower back.

“Dom! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Viv gasped, telling him with an intensity in his eyes.

That just strengthened his resolved. His grinned widely as he bounced her hips with more fervor, which helped send her over the edge. And once that sweet, orgasmic release washed over her, she closed her eyes and let out a cry of ecstasy to the heavans for all to hear.

“Oohhhh God yes!”

If anyone had even been close to the pool, they would’ve heard her. But at that point, Viv didn’t care. She didn’t care if someone came in and saw them both in the act. This moment was already so special, as well as very worth the risk.

But even after that wondrous release, their sex didn’t stop. Dom kept a firm hold on her, his desires still strong and his efforts not waning. He did slow down the pace of their sex so that she had time to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. But Viv kept him motivated, shooting a loving smile that could only be inspired by a great orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” she told him intently. “I want this. I want…you.”

Again, Dom answered with actions rather than words. He kissed and held her closely, their wet skin grinding smoothly through more heated movements. Gasps and grunts became more labored. Touching and pawing became more chaotic. It was getting more intense, as were the sensations…their minds and bodies working overtime to make this experience truly memorable.

The escalating sensations of their sex soon built towards a crescendo. Dom was getting close to climaxing. Viv could tell by the way every thrust and movement became more focused. She eventually found herself bent over the ledge of the pool with him standing behind her, grasping her waist and thrusting fervently into her.

His pelvis smacked rhythmically agaisnt her hips, splashing more water between them.

His rigid penis throbbed in anticipation, ready for his release.

He still sought to share this with her, reaching down between her legs at one point to provide a little extra stimulation to her clit. Dom knew her body well. He knew how to give her the extra push she needed to achieve another orgasm. As it approached, they eagerly shared this one together.

“Viv! Oh God! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna cum!” Dom grunted.

“Me too! Please, Dom…come with me!” Viv exclaimed.

A few more focused movements was all it took. This time, they cried out to the heavens together, loudly proclaiming the fruits of their lovemaking for the night sky to hear.

As the rush of the ecstasy washed over them, they arched their bodies and writhed to every glorious sensation. Inside her depths, Viv felt her lover’s cock throb as he filled her depths with his hot fluids. That extra feeling of warmth inside her helped supplement her own release, their bodies perfectly in synch as they shared in this feeling.

Whether by reflex or passion, Dom embraced her from behind and Viv leaned back so they could share another kiss. Even after their sex parted, they remained in that embrace…still wet, naked, and captivated by what they had just done and what they had just shared.

“I love you, Viv,” said Dom through labored breaths. “Whether we’re following the rules or breaking them…I love you.”

“I love you too, Dom,” she said. “I know you’re a lifeguard. I know following the rules is a big deal to you. And after tonight…I know my life and our love are in good hands!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a few stories I heard on Reddit from people about some of their random hookups. Enjoy!

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Marianne Mason had been a good, upstanding woman for her entire youth. Being the oldest of five children in a prominent family, she set a high bar for her family and her community. That was what had been expected of her. In her small tight-knit community, her family held significant status.

Her father was a prominent businessman who was heavily involved in the local church.

Her mother was a teacher who also taught Sunday school.

Her aunt and uncle were very active in state politics, having managed multiple campaigns for some prominent conservative candidates.

This was Marianne’s world. And she was a byproduct of that world. She genuinely that that world was good, genuine, and honest. When her father said they lived by the morals she preached, she believed them.

Then, she learned the ugly truth. That was why she found herself in a crowded bar in a city 200 miles from her hometown at two in the morning.

“A true den of sin,” Marianne said upon entering. “It looks so…inviting.”

Her words would’ve horrified her just a few months ago. That was when she was still living in that world of lies, playing the part she’d been expected to play.

She had just graduated high school at the top of her class. She had just had a fairy tale wedding with Malcolm Grant, the son of a prominent church leader and aspiring conservative politician. Her parents basically set them up to be married in middle school. And she went along with it.

She didn’t know at the time that this was largely a power move by her father, hoping to establish a strong connection between her family and the Grants.

She didn’t know that her mother manipulated her principal at school to ensure they had classes together.

She also didn’t know that Malcolm Grant just happened to be a sex-crazed pervert who wanted to bed every woman he found marginally attractive.

“How could I have been that stupid?” Marianne asked herself.

That question had been echoing in her mind almost every day since she found out. Fittingly enough, it had been an accident. She had been planning her and Malcolm’s honeymoon with her mother. She had been using her own computer for the whole process. It just happened to look exactly like her mother’s, which she worked on constantly.

But one fateful morning, while sitting in the kitchen of her parents’ home, she accidentally opened her mother’s computer instead of hers. Whether by accident or negligence, her mother hadn’t locked it, nor had she minimized her browser.

That was when Marianne uncovered along string of email chains going back years. They included detailed conversations about what had been going on behind the scenes since she was in middle school and possibly before that. They all documented a level of deviance, hypocrisy, and lies that made her sick.

For one, her mother had been having multiple affairs – and with both men and women, no less. She was bisexual, despite being a prominent member of an anti-LGBTQ+ parents group.

Her father was just as unfaithful. He had no fewer than three memberships to prominent dating sites. And he had been sleeping with multiple women, including a few other married women within the community. There were even graphic photos of him and some of the women, revealing that her mother clearly knew. And she clearly didn’t care.

It quickly became clear that her parents marriage was not built on love, faith, and devotion. It was just a business arrangement. That alone was heartbreaking. It was what she learned about the rest of her community that made her sick.

“Preach high morals by day…live immoral lives every night,” Marianne said as she navigated the crowded bar. “Hypocrisy at its finest!”

The vitriol in her words did not do justice to her disgust. It was hard for any words to match her revulsion to the rest of what she discovered.

It included detailed records of how they’d covered up her finace’s decadence, which included sleeping with underaged girls and multiple charges of date rape that they somehow got thrown out. Suddenly, all those past moments when Malcolm attempted to kiss her and feel up her skirt made a lot more sense.

It convinced her that her promise to remain a virgin until her wedding night had been a stupid promise from the beginning. It also convinced her to file for divorce that same day. But if that weren’t bad enough, another series of emails and pictures showed how the rest of her community lived the values they preached.

By the time Marianne went through the whole thing, she realized just how many lies she had bought into. Hell, she had a hard time finding just one family in their community that didn’t have some sort of secret sex scandal, drug problem, or dark secret. She felt like a true fool for buying into the lies. That led her to make what felt like the first honest decisions she’d ever made.

She packed her bags and left Malcolm with little notice. She quit her summer job at the church and withdrew her application from the prominent private school she’d planned to attend in the fall. She also left a scathing note for her parents, along with a warning about password protecting their computer. Then, after making copies of certain files, she left town for the nearest city.

She still planned to file for divorce. She also planned to expose her family and her community for the hypocrites they were. But first, she was going to do something that would forever sever ties with the lies she’d bought into.

“Tonight, I’m going to get laid,” Marianne said to herself in the mirror less than an hour ago. “Tonight, I’m going to hookup with a guy. We’re going to have lewd, immoral sex. And I’m going to enjoy it!”

She sounded like a completely different woman when those words left her mouth. She looked like a different woman too, having dressed in the skimpiest, sluttiest attire she could find on sale at a local store. This was the kind of immodest attire she used to protest against in high school. She would flat out scold women who even thought about wearing such clothes.

Now, here she was, strutting through a crowded bar, showing off her legs, cleavage, and mid-drift like a common harlot. Nobody ever would’ve suspected that she was once the soft-spoken, upstanding daughter of a prominent family who had only ever had sex with her husband after their wedding.

But nobody needed to know those details. Marianne wanted every man in this bar to think she was just another skank looking to spread her legs for any guy interested in a hook-up. Naturally, it didn’t take long for some young guy with long greasy hair, a dirty shirt from a local college, and over-worn jeans to hit on her.

“Hey there, sexy!” he’d greeted her. “Why haven’t I seen you here before? And when can I see you somewhere else more private?”

It was not the smoothest pick-up line a man could’ve used. The man clearly showed his age. He couldn’t have been more than a few years out of high school. No man over the age of 27 was that immature when greeting a woman.

Most woman might have rolled their eyes and told him off. Instead, Marianne locked in on him and decided that this was the man she would hook up with tonight.

“How about this?” she replied. “You buy me one drink. Then, we go to my motel room across the street. That private enough for you?”

The guy’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. Chances are he’d tried lines like that before and hadn’t had much success. Being young and horny, he hadn’t refined his approach. But that didn’t matter to Marianne. Being young and horny was enough.

He agreed to buy her a drink. But before they started chatting, she made one thing clear.

“Don’t tell me your name. I don’t want to know your name. And I don’t want you to know mine. Follow that rule and your dick will thank you.”

Again, the man’s face lit up. He truly was at a loss. But thankfully, he didn’t second-guess it. He just grinned like a goofy guy bent on listening to his dick and went along. Before she knew it, their drinks were done and they were off to her motel room.

“I’m really doing this,” Marianne said under her breath. “I’m about sleep with a man I just met…whose name I don’t know…and I don’t even want to know.”

It was so wrong, immoral, seedy, and crude. But that was exactly what made it so exciting. Marianne had been told all her life to avoid this kind of behavior. She’d even shamed and shunned others who did it. Now, she was entering a motel room with an unnamed man, flirtatiously clinging to his arm and pawing at his chest. And he was blatantly feeling up her skirt to crudely fondle her butt. She used to scold Malcolm for it. This time, she gladly let him do it.

Months ago, this sort of thing would’ve disgusted her. Now, it was actually turning her on. That was unexpected. She even felt it between her thighs, a strong heat building up within her loins. She didn’t remember being this horny on her wedding night. Then again, that had been a formality. She just did what she thought a bride was supposed to do – not what she wanted to do.

That convinced her that this was going to be different.

“Don’t talk. Don’t overthink. Just fuck me!” she said to the man. “Fuck me like the horny slut I am!”

Again, Marianne couldn’t believe she’d said such crude words. And yet, they felt so right. Hearing it in her own voice even turned her on a bit more. And the man certainly didn’t complain.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” the man said before trailing off.

The man kept grinning like a horny idiot as they shed their clothes. They were not gentle, romantic, or affectionate. One minute, they were just pawing each other’s bodies like hungry animals in heat. The next, they were completely naked – his hands all over her breasts, butt, and thighs – and lying on the motel bed. It was a far cry from the nice, clean bed at the bed and breakfast when she lost her virginity on her wedding night. But that only encouragd Marianne to make this better.

“Do me! Do me, you horny bastard!” she said intently.

Like a reflex, the nameless man obliged. Without a hint of affection, faked or real, he got on top of her, pushed her legs apart, and aligned his pelvis with hers. And with a simple, crude thrust of his hips, he entered her – his erect, rigid penis slithering into her vagina in an act of blind lust.

In that moment, Marianne’s eyes widened with a mix of discomfort and excitement. She hadn’t had sex too many times after she got married. She hadn’t even pleasured herself, having bought into her pastor’s lessons about the sins of masturbation. But that same pastor got arrested three years ago for receiving oral sex from an underaged boy. That told her all she needed to know about such lessons.

By casting them aside, the act already felt different. Whereas her nervousness caused discomfort during her wedding night, the initial sensations of penetration quickly gave way to a new pleasure.

“That…feels good. It feels…really good,” she said under her breath.

The feeling evolved quickly as their naked bodies started moving. Her nameless hook-up didn’t bother with finesse or technique. He just started humping and thrusting, using her for blind lust as much as she was using him.

“Damn!” the man grunted on. “You’re so hot and tight!”

If only he knew that this was her first time being so reckless with sex, freely and openly embracing her lust.

If only he knew he was only the second man she’d ever slept with, the first being a liar and a fraud who only went through the motions when it came to pleasing his wife.

That was still Marianne’s secret to keep. And as the sex unfolded, the true breadth of this new feeling took hold. Once she let go of any notion of propriety and traditional morals, it didn’t just feel good. It felt exhilerating.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! That’s it! That’s what I want” Marianne proclaimed with such glee.

What unfolded next was an overdue venting of lust, desire, and pent-up frustration. She wrapped her legs around his waist, raked her nails down his back, and licked around his ear as they humped, grinded, and undulated to every bit of exertion. The man winced a few times, but did not complain. He even seemed to like having his earlobe nibbled. That proved quite effective at motivating him.

As their sex played out, their movements got more chaotic. Unlike her wedding night, Marianne didn’t restrict herself to the missionary position – the only position deemed proper for sex by her community. They rolled around on the bed, ruffling the sheets and going at it in a variety of ways. She quickly discovered she liked being on all fours while being fucked from behind. The feeling of her breasts swaying while his balls slapped against her pelvis – that just did something to her that made her squeal in delight.

She also enjoyed being on top. She enjoyed riding a man’s cock, making her breasts bounce while he looked up at her in awe. It was goofy, immature awe. But Marianne still appreciated it, offering a flirty smile that got him thrusting a bit harder along the way.

Along the way, the sensations and feeling escalated. Small shivers of pleasure built up inside her, like ripples reinforcing one another with each sensual motion. She had felt this too on her wedding night, but only to a point. By the time she was on top, she had long since passed that point behind.

The end result was a powerful, hot, and incredibly satisfying orgasm. And that pleasure – that rush of heat that washed over her, causing her to close her eyes and cry out in delight – was a revelation.

“This is it…a real orgasm. This is how sex…good, satisfying sex…is supposed to feel. This…is what they tried to deny me.”

That profound feeling gave more weight to this random hookup than Marianne ever could’ve imagined. She wished she could’ve seen the look on her face – her O-Face, as it was called. She probably looked ridiculous, as though she had just discovered the joy of orgasms by accident. Perhaps that was fitting. It seemed oddly poetic, given what led her to this point.

Her climax left her in such a daze that she went on a sexual autopilot while the rest of the decadent act played out. Somehow, the final position ended with her on her back again, her legs hitched over the man’s shoulders while he thrust into her with extra fervor to get himself to the brink.

“Getting…real…close!” he grunted, his face tensing in anticipation.

When he reached his peak, it was somewhat chaotic. Just before he climaxed, he withdrew his cock from her vagina and aimed his throbbing member at her chest. Then, with a deep, satisfied grunt, he released his seminal fluid all over her breasts.

Marianne was a bit surprised at first and not just because pulling out was another one of those acts her pastor deemed immoral. The man shot out an impressive volume of fluid – thin ropes of cum splattering over her breasts, some of which reached her face. It was neither romantic nor intimate, but the sheer joy on the man’ face made it satisfying. She must have been possessed by some new spirit of debauchery because she ended up licking some of the fluid up with her tongue.

“Mmm…salty,” she found herself saying.

A strange sense of calm and contentment came over them afterward. The man whose name she refused to know let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed on the bed next to her. He didn’t even attempt to cuddle or embrace her. He saw her as just a meaningless fling and so did she. And as Marianne lay next to him – naked, disheveled, and reeking of sex – a new perspective came over her.

“No more lies. No more hypocrisy. No more fake morals, unnecessary restraint, and false piety. I had a meaningless hook-up and liked it. I had sex and enjoyed it. Moving forward, I build my own life. And I’ll make damn sure it’s satisfying!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a notification I got about a high school reunion. I didn’t enjoy high school and I imagine many others didn’t, either. Hopefully, this story helps in some small way. Enjoy!

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“Here we are…Ridgeway High School…for the first time in ten years,” mused Lorilee “Lori” Ming.

“It’s remarkable,” said her fiancé, Lance Marlow. “The old nightmare factory has changed, but not too much.”

“Not nearly enough, from the looks of it.”

“I want to say it made us strong, but…”

Lance’s words trailed off. He just kept staring back at the structure he once dreaded, squeezing Lori’s hand tightly and holding her closer. She squeezed back, needing no further reminders of what they experienced at Ridgeway High School. The memories were still so vivid.

She and Lance did not have an ideal youth. It wasn’t entirely because of their experience in high school, but those years were the ultimate manifestation of so many hardships. When she was ten-years-old, her parents split up after multiple acts of cheating and several violent outbursts from her father. Finding out her older sister was fathered by another man certainly didn’t help, either.

Lance’s circumstances weren’t much better. He didn’t even know who his dad was. His mother also couldn’t confirm the biological fathers of his two siblings, Dana and Marleen. That didn’t stop her from conning several men into paying her child support. But it did hinder her ability to be the kind of caring mother he needed, especially after he endured a number of health problems as a kid.

Their troubled home life eventually bled into high school and in all the wrong ways. Between his health issues and his mother’s reputation as the town harlot, he was an easy target to pick on. Lori became a target too after a series of public outbursts that closely mirrored her parents. It didn’t take much to set her off. And some of her mischievous peers thought it was funny to push her buttons. Something as simple as a snide remark about her hair was all it took.

“This place brought out the worst in us,” Lori said under her breath. “I hate what it made me. And I hate how I dealt with it.”

She turned to her fiancé and buried her face in his shoulder, hiding the light sobs that overcame her. Lance remained stern and strong, as he often did during difficult times. It was one of the many traits that drew her to him. While they didn’t start dating until after high school, they both knew each other. And they understood and appreciated one another’s plight.

She and Lance watched one another endure years of frustration, mishaps, and emotional damage. They also watched one another hit rock bottom. Lance had an emotional breakdown his senior year when he made himself sick on purpose in hopes of losing weight. Lori managed to get herself suspended after another violent outburst against someone who joked about her sisters. They actually first connected in the principal’s office that day. It ended up being a major turning point because that was when they started turning their lives around.

“Surviving this place was a necessary step,” said Lori. “Meeting you was an unexpected twist.”

“And a damn good one,” said Lance. “That might have been the first lucky break in my life to that point.”

“I’d say better late than never, but that would be insensitive.”

“Wouldn’t make it any less accurate,” he said with a weak smile.

Lori smiled back, hiding more sobs. Looking away from the school and towards the man she loved, the less bleak parts of her life came into focus.

It started with therapy. Lori had to undergo a lot of therapy to confront and deal with her many personal issues. Lance went through therapy too, but he also committed himself to being less sickly. Getting away from his mother and her abusive nature certainly helped. But he also had to work with doctors and trainers to lose weight, get off old medications, and improve his health.

While they were going through this process, they attended the same community college. That was where they started dating. They actually watched one another improve from the complete mess they’d been in high school, eventually becoming functional adults – a feat few in their graduating class thought was possible.

It still took years to build better lives for themselves. It wasn’t until Lance secured his job as a social worker that he proposed to her. And Lori accepted, even before she landed a full-time job as a paralegal. It might have been easier for both of them to just forget the awful years they spent at Ridgeway High School completely. That was certainly their preferred recourse.

Then, they got an invitation to their ten-year reunion. And instead of throwing it away, they both agreed to confront this horror. They even traveled back to their hometown, arriving the day before the festivities – just to take in and process the scene before them.

“I’m kind of glad we’re doing this,” Lance said, breaking the silence.

“Kind of?” Lori said with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t like revisiting these painful memories. And I certainly don’t like being somewhere that made me so miserable,” he explained. “But at the same time…this is something we had to confront.”

“I don’t know that we had to,” she retorted, “but I see where you’re coming from. It does feel oddly therapeutic.”

“We can never undo the hardships we endured. And there’s only so much we can do to deal with the memories,” Lance went on. “But because of this place, I met you. And now we’re about to build a life together.”

Lori had to fight more sobs at such a tender sentiment. But she didn’t mind losing that fight.

“That’s…a beautiful thought, Lance,” she said, wiping away some tears. “It almost seems inappropriate for a place like this.”

“That gonna keep you from kissing me?”

“Hell no!”

She smiled warmly and he smiled back. He then embraced her tightly and gave a deep, affectionate kiss on the lips. Lori gladly returned the gesture, letting some of the pent-up emotions flow freely.

Being back at Ridgeway High School was difficult. They had visited the campus a day early just to give themselves a chance to process it all. Even though it brought back many painful memories, there was something profound about returning together. They had gone from two very broken individuals with many personal problems to an engaged couple, preparing to move forward with their lives instead of just healing from the past.

In that same moment, and within this powerful gesture, another bold feeling came over Lori. While kissing and embracing her finance, her eyes glanced briefly to the nearby football field, which was often empty this time of year. She then started kissing Lance deeper and with a more sensual undertone, her gestures sending clear, unambitious signals about what she desired.

“Umm…Lori?” Lance said, breathless as their lips parted, but their bodies remained close.

“Do me, Lance,” said Lori in a blunt, but impassioned tone. “Do me right now…on the 50-yard-line…for this school we both hate.”

That came off as more aggressive than she’d intended, but the grin on her fiancé’s face still widened. And while Lance was usually one to overthink an opportunity like this, he gladly made an exception.

“Meh. What’s the worst they could do? Suspend us?” he joked.

“They might still try,” she quipped. “So let’s make sure it’s worth it!”

They both laughed. They then kissed again, their embrace and gestures becoming more playful. But with the sun rapidly setting over the campus, Lori knew they had to move with urgency. So, with renewed energy and purpose, she latched onto Lance’s arm and led him towards the football field.

They moved swiftly and with purpose, sharing more excitement in that moment than they had since the day they left this accursed high school. Arriving at the football field, more memories came rushing back – memories of cheering classmates, raucous games, and meaningless school spirit. Neither one of them had a chance to enjoy the more typical rigors of adolescence. The school and their peers had robbed them of that.

Now, they were getting back at them in their own special way.

“Right here! Right on the school logo!” Lori said, practically tugging at Lance’s arm.

“Ground zero for Ridgeway pride? I love it!” he said.

“Shut up and start stripping, love.”

Lori led by example, swiftly slipping off her T-shirt, undoing her bra, and sliding out of her shorts. Lance caught up, getting his shirt and pants off almost as fast as he did the night he proposed to her.

She was down to her panties. He was down to his boxers. Standing with him in the middle of this field filled her with a strange kind of energy – the kind that quickly morphed into a strong arousal between her legs. Sharing that energy, Lance took her in his arms once more and laid her down atop the neatly cut grass. He then proceeded to make out with her like the horny teenagers that once populated this school.

“Kiss me…touch me…do everything the health teachers told us not to do!” said Lori.

Lance snickered, letting out one of those deep, masculine grunts he knew drove her wild. He drove her even more wild with some skilled, targeted foreplay.

He caressed her breasts, licked around her nipples, rubbed his thigh between her legs, and let the weight of his body press down against hers. It was more than enough to send Lori into a sexual frenzy, her heart and her loins in overdrive at the prospect of making love to Lance in such a bold setting.

It led her to reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, freeing the growing erection they had barely contained. He returned the favor by slipping off her panties, leaving them both completely naked and completely exposed in this very open field. It added an element of danger to their sex. It also inspired Lori to take a very specific approach.

After a bit more of heavy foreplay, she shifted their bodies into a new position.

“Here…I’ll suck you off. You eat me out,” Lori said.

“Our health teacher definitely advised against this,” Lance commented.

“Which is why we should do it and enjoy it!”

Lance offered no argument. He gladly followed Lori until they were lying on their sides in a prefect 69 position – her facing his erect penis and him facing her engorged vagina. Nature must have been cheering them on because a warm breeze blew over the field, as if to encourage them to keep going. They gladly got the message.

Lance made the first move, pushing her thighs apart and burying his face in her womanhood. Lori made the next, grasping the base of his cock before enveloping his length between her lips. A succession of purrs and grunts followed, their naked bodies shifting and writhing together at the pleasure they evoked in one another.

It was beautifully harmonious while also being undeniably raunchy. This was reckless and probably illegal. But that didn’t stop them. It just motivated them to go the extra mile.

“Sucking a dick…getting my pussy eaten out…and enjoying every goddamn minute of it! And at a place that made me miserable for four years!”

The enthusiasm and energy really showed. Lori sucked harder and faster than she usually did when giving oral pleasure to her lover. Lance matched her every step of the way, plunging his tongue into her womanly folds and stimulating all the sensitive areas he knew so well. It might have made more sense to save this kind of passion for their honeymoon. But this felt like it would be more fulfilling in the long run.

Their shared efforts showed in the results. Lori felt Lance’s cock become fully erect between her lips. She was also very wet between her legs, ready for sex and not the gentle kind. Their bodies were on the same page. It was just a matter of who would make the next move.

“Take me,” Lori said through another breezy gust.

Like a reflex, they repositioned themselves again. Lori laid on her back again and Lance got on top of her. She then spread her legs, wrapped them around her waist, and drew him closer as they aligned their bodies for sex. Their eyes now locked – their gaze a mix of boldness and passion – Lori urged him to complete this reckless act.

With a thrust of his hips and a subtle shift of hers, they did it. Lance entered her waiting depths with his hardened flesh, penetrating her moist folds so smoothly and easily. Their flesh now entwined, they started moving together – making love to one another – indulging in this sweet feeling in a domain that had brought them so much misery.

“We’re doing this, Lori. We’re really…really…doing this,” Lance panted in between movements.

“Yes, Lance! We’re doing this!” she exclaimed. “We’re making love…right here…at Ridgeway High School!”

From there, an outpouring of pent-up emotions mixed perfectly with a familiar passion. The desire to make love and the desire to confront old demons converged in this reckless, but exhilarating act of intimacy. It was also quite energetic and heated.

Every thrust of the hips was more fervent and focused.

Every undulation was more intense, their naked bodies moving with greater purpose and poise.

Lance treated it like a retort to everyone in high school who made fun of him for being overweight and out of shape. Now, here he was making love to his beautiful fiancé with an intensity that would leave most men winded. Lori eagerly encouraged him, moaning loudly and joyously as he stimulated her innards with his ravenous humping. She raked her fingers down his back, moved her hips in conjunction with his, and showered him with messy, affectionate kissing.

It was wild, but in the best possible way. Together, she and Lance laughed, moaned, and gasped into the dusk of the warm summer night. They also mixed it up along the way, rolling about on the well-cut grass of the football field, making love in various positions. At one point, Lance flipped her onto all fours and thrust into her from behind. He also lightly pulled her hair back while squeezing her butt, something he knew drove her wild.

And as she took in this feeling, Lori looked back towards the school with a mix of bliss and disdain.

“You seeing this, Ridgeway?” she shouted at the building. “I’m back! I’m naked! And I’m fucking my future husband on your football field! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

Lori kept repeating that vulgar mantra as she shifted her torso upwards, which allowed her to reach down to her pelvis and fondle her clitoris through the motions. Lance reached down and helped, placing his hand atop her and applying some extra pressure.

That, along with her vulgar insults to the school, helped send her over the edge. And she achieved orgasm in a way she would not soon forget.

“Oohhhh fuck yes!” Lori shouted.

She made sure she was still staring at the school, as though she wanted to ghosts of her high school years to see her O-Face. She grinned with extra glee, biting her lower lip and arching her back as waves of pleasure rocked her body from within.

It felt so good, like many of the other orgasms she’d enjoyed with Lance. But having it here in a place that gave her so much misery just made it feel even better.

It was a feeling she wanted Lance to enjoy as well.

“You’re turn, love!” Lori said, still beaming from the ecstasy.

She took charge of their lovemaking. It almost caught Lance by surprised. His eyes widened with surprise as she turned around, pinned him on his back, and mounted him like an animal in heat. But a smile never left his face. And that smile widened even as she straddled his waist, lowered herself back down onto his sex, and started riding him with focused intent.

“Oh God! Lori…so beautiful,” Lance gasped.

It must have been quite a sight, watching her ride him with the light of the setting sun in the background. She made sure to give him plenty to admire, grasping his waist and dancing atop him in a special lover’s dance. She even squealed with delight as he reached up to fondle her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples again as she guided him to his share of the ecstasy.

His grunts and gasped intensified.

Lori sensed he was close, feeling his manhood tense inside her depths in anticipation.

She watched with playful affectionate as his expression tensed in anticipation of his release. She leaned over, steadied her movements, and gave him something to focus on for that final push. When the feeling hit, he let out a cry of elation that echoed throughout the campus.

“Ohhh fuck yeah!”

His choice of vulgar proclamations was so fitting. Lori snickered under her breath while still caressing his face, watching as her lover took in the pleasure.

She felt his body shudder under her, his hardened flesh throbbing inside her as he filled her womb with his hot seed. The warmth that followed perfectly complemented the evening breeze that washed over the field. While Lance processed his bliss, she took his hands in hers and held them close to her chest.

“I love you, Lance,” she told him.

“I love you too,” Lance replied. “I love you as much as I hated high school.”

“And that…is how I know our love is special.

“Special enough to make tomorrow’s reunion bearable?”

“Definitely!”

Lori grinned at her future husband and he grinned back. They then kissed before parting their flesh. However, they were in no hurry to get dressed. They opted to linger in the afterglow, curled up on the 50-yard-line to further cement this moment into their memories.

Life had not been easy. Their experience at Ridgeway High School was a uniquely dark time for them. But they endured. They found each other. And after ten years of rebuilding their lives, they returned to the site of that darkness. They couldn’t undo everything that made high school so awful. But they could lay the foundation of something better.

And that was exactly what they did on the 50-yard-line in their own special way.

The following is a sexy short story about a couple in the not-so-distant future enjoying a little high tech intimacy. Enjoy!

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“Please enter the staging area. And please be sure to turn off any electronic devices. By policy, this is a private space in the highest degree.”

“That sounds like a script from a lawyer and read by an unpaid intern,” noted Kyle Elder as he and his wife entered the area, hand-in-hand.

“Spoken like a man who deals with both too often,” replied Daniella “Dina” Dillon, his ever-radiant wife of three years.

“I’d plead the fifth. But I know that would just prove your point.”

“All the more reason to shut up. Besides, we didn’t come here to talk.”

“No. We certainly did not.”

Kyle gave his wife’s hand a firm squeeze and grinned widely. It was painfully clear how much they needed this. It had been clear before Dina pitched the idea the other day after dinner. They’d both been working overtime for two straight weeks. That was to be expected, with him working at a law firm and her working at an investment bank. Having graduated college four years ago, they were in the early stages of their burgeoning careers.

As a result, he and Dina had less time for each other. That was a new, but unfamiliar situation. Having known one another since childhood, falling deeply in love at a young age, they were used to sharing their lives with one another. Having full-time jobs that kept them apart for most of the day proved difficult. And working so hard left them with less energy than usual to be intimate.

That meant when they did have an opportunity, like a stormy Saturday morning, they had to make it count. That led Kyle to splurge for some quality time in a Love Pod. It was a relatively new practice for lovers, couples, and casual partners of all kinds. But it had quickly become an integral service to anyone who desired a special intimacy.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this,” Dina said as she admired the pod-like structure before them. “I can only imagine how many couples need it as much as us.”

“Kind of makes me feel bad for our ancestors. They had to build meaningful sex lives without them,” Kyle commented while looking on with similar awe.

“They seemed to manage. We’re here, after all,” she quipped.

“True. But for a love like ours, I want to do more than manage.”

“Me too.”

They shared a warm smile as they approached the Love Pod. Behind them, the door had already closed and locked itself, ensuring there would be no unwanted disturbances. They had also turned off their phones completely, not even wanting an emergency text to distract them from one another. For once, this was all about being together in a private, intimate space.

The room itself certainly accommodated that. Most Love Pods were built within premium spas. And most of those spas were located in small, unremarkable office structures that most wouldn’t recognize even if they walked by them. Even the high-end facilities often kept a low profile.

As for the pod, it didn’t look like much from the outside. It was just this large, egg-shaped structure that had been built into the corner of the room. The exterior was smooth and polished, giving off a glossy sheen. There were some lights built into the top and base, indicating it required electricity. It also gave off a low, radiating a unique energy that beckoned couples towards it like moths to a flame.

Kyle found himself reaching out and touching the surface. Through it, he felt the distinct heat that only Love Pods ever generated. It was enough to evoke excitement and passion in any couple, even those who had been grossly overworked.

“Thank you. Your session is about to begin,” said the same robotic voice from earlier. “Please remove all clothing. Storage compartments are available if desired.”

“Finally! We can ditch these itchy clothes,” Dina said as she loosened her shirt.

“Speak for yourself. You’re not the one who has to wear suits and ties during a summer heat wave,” Kyle said as he did the same.

“Less talking. More stripping,” his wife quipped.

Kyle just grinned and shook his head as he disrobed. He couldn’t help but be somewhat distracted by his beautiful wife eagerly taking off her clothes, abandoning her usual modesty with such glee.

Dina was downright playful in how she wiggled out of her pants, unclasped her bra, and slipped out of her panties. Kyle swore she was tempting him, like a stripper at one of the clubs his older brother kept trying to drag him to. Once fully nude, she even bent down a bit, showing off her bare butt as she picked up her clothes and stored them neatly in a nearby cupboard.

“Damn, you look good naked,” Kyle said under his breath.

She giggled slightly, sounding like the playful schoolgirl she’d been when they started dating in high school. He was so fixated on her heart-shaped butt that he almost forgot his pants were only halfway off. When Dina turned around, giving him a full-frontal view of her breasts and vagina, it helped him refocus. And he couldn’t get his pants and boxers off fast enough.

“I missed seeing you and all your manly glory,” Dina said to him.

“You saw me in the shower two nights ago,” he pointed out.

“I was too tired to enjoy it. But trust me. I’m very rested right now.”

There was an erotic undertone to her voice. That tone always got Kyle’s blood flowing to the right parts of his body. But he refused to get too far ahead of himself. He had to save the bulk of his passion for the Love Pod.

He and Dina had discovered the joys of Love Pods shortly after their honeymoon. Dina’s older sister, who worked for a popular chain of day spas that specialized in their use, had even provided them with a special voucher. That allowed them to make an appointment at some of the best spas in the region. And for the next several hours, it was theirs to enjoy.

Eager to lose track of time with the woman he loved, Kyle stuffed his clothes into another cupboard. He then joined his wife at the entrance to the pod, taking her hand in his and standing together as naked as the day they were born.

“Are you ready for this, my love?” he asked her.

“As ready as any naked woman can be for her handsome hubby,” Dina answered with a grin.

His heart raced with anticipation. Dina leaned in close, the warmth of her body mixing with his. She had that glint in her eyes – the one that told him she yearned for his loving, sensual touch. Kyle delighted in giving that to her as often as possible. Using a Love Pod just made it easier, as well as more satisfying.

The robot voice within the room must have sensed their anticipation. The front doors to the pod opened, revealing the enticing interior to the both of them. It was like an elevator opening to take them to Heaven. And they were ready to ascend.

“Thanks again for your cooperation. Please enter the pod and enjoy your time together,” the voice instructed.

“Oh we will,” said Kyle with the utmost confidents. “We definitely will!”

Like a couple of newlyweds entering a honeymoon suite, Kyle led Dina into the pod. As soon as they were inside, they felt its unique ambience. And it supplemented their blossoming passion perfectly.

Entering a Love Pod was like entering a small sliver of Eden. It consisted mostly of a large, circular shaped bed. But it was no regular king-sized bed that anyone could buy at a mattress store. This thing had a unique cushion. And crawling atop it with his wife felt like getting on top of a magical cloud – one that lovingly supported their naked bodies to the utmost.

In addition to the uniquely shaped mattress, there were also sheets and comforters consisting of an exotic, dark red fabric. Nobody knew what the fabric consisted of. That was a closely guarded secret within the Love Pod industry. Kyle once heard a rumor that the fabric was laced with some kind of special chemical that stimulated skin in a unique way. It would explain why everyone was encouraged to enter Love Pods naked. But the rumors didn’t stop there.

“I swear this place looks much bigger from the inside,” Dina commented.

“Probably some sort of optical illusion,” Kyle said as he admired it himself.

“Do you really believe that?” she said skeptically.

“Does it matter? More so than just being here…together…and increasingly horny?”

“Not in the slightest!” she said curtly.

As Kyle and Dina followed one another atop the mattress and to the center of the pod, they kissed and embraced. That quickly escalated into heated foreplay. Within any Love Pod, the foreplay always seemed more intimate.

A big part of it was the ambience. All along the interior surface of the pod was this silverish surface that resembled a high-definition TV screen. When the chamber door closed behind them, parts of that screen lit up to illuminate the interior in this soft reddish light. It was so warm and radiant. It made Kyle and his love feel so hot from the inside, as though their respective libidos were being ignited from the outside.

On top of that, the unique lighting coincided with this unique aroma that quickly filled the chamber. It was so thick and heavy, like an invisible cloud surrounding them. It did not at all resemble anything most couples smelled, even during their hottest, sweatiest rounds of lovemaking. Many believed it was some kind of synthetic pheromone developed by Love Pod companies – designed specifically to evoke passion, lust, and a level of horiness that could not be achieved naturally. It wasn’t so much a rumor as it was a poorly kept secret within the industry.

Kyle always figured the truth lay somewhere between the craziest rumors and harshest truths. Whatever it entailed, he and Dina could care less about the specifics. All that mattered was that they were alone, sealed in this Love Pod, and deeply in need of one another’s sex. And once the effects of the pod took hold, neither of them held back.

“Touch…kiss me…taste me,” Dina gasped, every word a blend of cries and whispers.

Kyle answered with a series of masculine grunts that sounded like something right out of a nature show. He had already followed Dina to the center of the pod where the mattress was its most comforting. Once there, he serenaded her with his soft lips and loving touch. And before long, they were making out like a couple of restless prom dates.

As Dina lay on her back, her arms wrapped around his neck, he hovered over her – hungrily kissing her lips, trailing his eager hands along her feminine curves, and letting the sinews of his upper body mesh with her naked skin. Kyle was gentle where he needed to be, especially when kissing her lips or nibbling on her ear lobe – something that always drove her wild. He was also a bit more overt when necessary, such as when he squeezed her thighs or cupped her breasts.

“Mmm…Dina,” Kyle said under his breath, “you taste so good…feel so good. God, I want you!”

They were already working up quite a sweat together. All that touching and body contact supplemented the heat, as well as the uniquely sensual aroma. It also intensified their growing sexual arousal, which had begun the second they got naked, but accelerated from their foreplay.

Kyle felt his heart race as blood rushed to his lower body, causing his penis to stiffen to a state rarely achieved outside the most sensual of situations. And as the veins in his manhood throbbed, he reached between Dina’s thighs to feel the outer contours of her vulva. She was already so hot with arousal. And when he sneakily slipped a couple fingers into her vagina, he confirmed she was just as aroused.

“Please…I can’t wait any longer!” Dina said, breaking the kiss and already short of breath. “Do me, Kyle! Make love to me now!”

It wasn’t a command as much as it was a desperate plea. Kyle, never one to deny the woman he loved, acted quickly. Like a soldier springing into action, he pushed her legs apart and got between them. He then aligned his rigid cock with his wife’s moist outer folds, their bodies aching for their fleshly union.

Dina locked eyes with him, grabbing onto his arms and beckoning him with her intense gaze. There was so much she could’ve said to him in that moment. He could’ve said just as much to her. But after being together and being in love for so long, words simply didn’t cut it. A simple, affectionate act was all they needed.

“Dina…” was all Kyle said before thrusting his hips forward and entering her.

They each let out an impassioned gasp as their sex commenced. That sweet feeling of hard, masculine flesh penetrating soft, feminine depths washed over them. They knew this feeling well, but the Love Pod seemed to amplify it. That might have been another secret function that nobody understood. But neither Kyle nor Dina cared for the specifics.

Their flesh now entwined, they began moving their bodies in that special lover’s dance. Kyle was slow at first, just letting his love’s flesh embrace his. But the movements intensified quickly. With great passion and urgency, he worked his body with hers – their flesh rocking, grinding, and slithering with perfect harmony. Hands roamed and lips followed chaotic whims, tasting and tantalizing each other’s flesh with growing delight.

“That’s it, Kyle! Ooh that’s it!” Dina panted. “Like that! Just like that!”

It was sweet music to his ears, hearing his wife’s joyous words. He soon fell into a daze, burying his face in his wife’s neck as their naked bodies rocked and writhed.

Kyle wasn’t doing anything special. He was just making love to his wife in variation of the missionary position, aligning his body with hers in just such a way to maximize their union. It might have just been another byproduct of being too busy or having not enjoyed unhindered lovemaking in a while. The ambience of the Love Pod probably had something to do with it as well, even without all the wild rumors of how it functioned.

At this point, only one thing was clear.

They needed this.

They wanted this.

They loved this.

It ultimately showed when Dina’s moans took on that distinctly orgasmic undertone.

“Ooh I’m close! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” she panted.

“Mmm…me too, Dina,” Kyle said into her ear, making sure to sound extra masculine.

His voice didn’t do justice to just how close he was. Dina was so hot and tight, her womanhood squeezing his member with its moist flesh. He longed for his release, but not before his love could join him in the ecstasy. Through several more focused movements, they carried one to the edge of that special threshold.

Then, they leapt off together.

“Ohhhh Kyle!”

“Dina!”

The rush of orgasmic bliss washed over them. It wasn’t simultaneous, but it was pretty damn close.

It hit Dina first. She closed her eyes, curled her toes, bent her knees, and raked her nails over his back before contorting to the onslaught of sensations. That extra throbbing in her vagina got Kyle past the point of no return, as well. His face still buried in her neck, he grasped her hips, dug his knees into the bed, and thrust extra deep into her depths. Within those depths, his seminal fluid mixed with her juices, their sex taking form and substance. But the feeling went beyond the sex.

When the rush coursed through him, it was like a warm blanket composed of raw pleasure wrapped around them. It made every breath, every heartbeat, and every touch feel more meaningful – and every emotion behind it more profound.

“Wow,” said Kyle through his breathless state.

“I know…wow,” Dina said, still swimming in a sea of bliss.

“Even after all this year…you still amaze me, Dina,” he said.

“So do you…and not just with sex.”

“Well…it helps get the point across.”

“That, it does!” she said lovingly.

Still in the throughs of orgasmic delight, they met in a loving kiss. Even the joys of a near-simultaneous climax couldn’t keep Kyle from sharing a simple gesture of affection with his wife. The interior of the Love Pod even seemed to react to it, the ambient lighting on the surface shifting to become more vibrant.

It was tempting to just lay with Dina and enjoy the afterglow. Given how stressed they’d been lately, it might have been the most prudent. But after one shared trip to this sensual paradise, Kyle wasn’t feeling too prudent at the moment. When their lips parted and he saw that seductive glint in her eyes, he knew Dina felt the same.

“We still have plenty of time left in this pod,” Kyle reminded her.

“Is it enough time to catch up on all the sexy things we’ve been meaning to do?” she asked curtly.

“Don’t know. Wanna try anyway?”

“Shut up and kiss me again!”

Never one to deny his wife’s loving desire, they kissed again. Just like before, that kiss turned into heated foreplay. And from there, an impassioned chaos ensued.

He and Dina rolled around together in the Love Pod, enjoying the soft feel of the exotic fabric on their naked skin. They were a bit less urgent than before, just making out for the simple enjoyment of one another’s bodies. But eventually, the desire returned, as did the arousal.

It never ceased to amaze Kyle. His penis almost fully erect, despite being somewhat sensitive after his release. Within these Love Pods, it was as though the limits of the male body had been briefly nullified. More than a few men wondered how that was possible. But Kyle was content to attribute it to a greater desire to make love to Dina. The pod just gave him the perfect domain in which to realize that desire.

And after taking such a direct approach before, he and Dina dared to mix things up a bit. They took turns giving each other oral, which resulted in Dina having another orgasm. He then had Dina lead them into various positions – some of which involved her on top, riding him like a sex goddess – some of which involved him pinning her up against the wall of the pod, bouncing her up and down his cock.

One moment it was slow, sensual, and romantic.

The next it was rough, raw, and energetic.

The full breadth of their passion was on full display within this tiny structure. And they refused to leave until every last bit of desire was spent, shared, and exhausted. That made it easy to lose track of time, as well as how many orgasm they had. Kyle didn’t bother tracking how he and Dina had. They might be very sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it.

And once their last round of ravenous lovemaking concluded, they found themselves back in the center of the pod. Lying side-by-side, still as naked as they day they were born, they just cuddled in a gentle embrace.

“I love you,” said Kyle through his breathless state.

“I love you too,” Dina said, still swimming in a sea of bliss.

“We needed this…so much,” he said.

“More than usual. Good thing these pods making overdue lovemaking so damn satisfying!”

“That’s for sure. I’m already looking forward to our next trip. Maybe next time, we won’t wait so damn long to enjoy it.”

“But even if we do,” Dina said curtly, “I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait.

“Me too, my love. Me too.”

The following is a sexy short story about a couple sharing a little intimacy with help from a strict, but fair dominatrix at a BDSM club. Enjoy!

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“You’re in my domain now, mutts! What I say from here on out is law! Do you understand?”

The harsh, authoritative voice of Mistress Vinetra boomed throughout the chamber. It hit with such force and intensity that Olivia “Lily” Bristow shook, as though she’d been struck by a rod. Her husband, Byron Bristow, reacted with an even greater shudder. And he was a former marine who stood nearly a foot taller than their scantily dressed Mistress.

But even though she was so harsh and demanding – glaring at them the way a warden would look at a couple of prisoners – they stook meek and obedient in her presence. With their head hung low, they addressed her with the utmost submission.

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra. We understand,” Lily and Byron said simultaneously.

The woman before them just sneered and cracked her knuckles.

“What was that? Did you just cough or whimper? Because I didn’t hear shit!” she barked. “Either tell me you understand! Or face my wrath!”

In her hands, she gripped a leather studded whip. Then, in a demonstration of rare skill, she cracked it with a flick of her wrist. The tip came so close to Lily’s face that she felt the air brush by her cheek. Mistress Vinetra did the same to Byron. And it had the desired effect.

“Yes! We understand! We understand!” Lily said, sounding on the brink of tears.

“Please, Mistress…forgive us,” said Byron, his lips quivering. “We acknowledge your authority. We trust in your word.”

“Then, say it louder!” she barked. “Tell me who your mistress is!”

“You are!” the two of them yelled.

“Louder!”

“YOU ARE!” they said, practically screaming it at that point.

The walls trembled and their ears rung. This particular chamber wasn’t the most spacious place to carry out the task before them. But that was somewhat necessary for a bondage dungeon. It couldn’t be too luxurious. Lily and Byron learned long ago that certain places needed to be uncomfortable in order to set the right mood – relatively speaking.

This particular bondage dungeon was known for going the extra mile. It was an invite-only club that catered exclusively to those seeking a fully immersive BDSM experience. The people who ran it weren’t just ordinary enthusiasts. They were professionals, on par with licensed therapists. Whether they worked in bondage, submission, fetishism, or role playing, the patrons of this dungeon could rest assure that they only dealt with the best of the best from the BDSM world.

Standing side-by-side, they exchanged glances as Mistress gripped her whip and paced before them.

This middle-aged woman carried herself as someone who ate, slept, and breathed BDSM. Her attire consisted entirely of high-quality black leather, all of which had been custom fitted to high her toned, athletic body like a second skin. It included thigh-high stiletto boots, matching black gloves that ran halfway up her arm, a black corset that had a cutout for her large breasts, and crotchless panties that displayed her vagina, even in poor lighting.

But the most distinguishing feature of Mistress Vinetra’s attire was her mask, which covered her head and half her face. She’d boasted before that she made it herself, customizing it for her head and embroidering it with a unique array of symbols. It was her most distinguishing piece and she wore it like a crown. And within this chamber that she had set up, she was queen.

“I know why you’re here again,” she said, still pacing and grasping the whip. “You need another lesson in Mistress Vinetra’s discipline. Tell me I’m right!”

“Yes! You are right, Mistress,” Byron said quickly.

“I supposed I shouldn’t be too surprised. You mutts are so pathetic and inept. You can’t handle yourselves. You need my forceful hand to guide you. Tell me I’m right!”

“You’re right, Mistress!” Lily said, just as quickly.

The domineering woman just shook her head and sneered. She then turned towards Lily and pointe the tip of her whip at her face, aiming it right between her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m a merciful mistress,” she told them, her voice both menacing and oddly lurid. “You come into my domain. You pay handsomely to lock yourself in this chamber. I can and will guide you. But you must exercise complete obedience. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” said Lily and Byron like loyal soldiers.

“Louder!” she barked.

“YES, MISTRESS VINETRA!” they shouted.

Responding so loudly and obediently took Lily back to boarding school. Obeying authority and following rules had been a constant in her life since she was a child. She’d grown up in a strict religious household. Her father was an accomplished businessman and her mother was principle at a prestigious private school. They’d made it clear to her and her four siblings at a young age. There were a lengthy list of rules that they were expected to follow. Breaking or undermining those rules usually resulted in immediate and strict punishments.

Her husband’s upbringing was very similar. His parents both came from military backgrounds. His father was an accomplished officer in the navy and his mother ran a successful veterans charity. Like her parents, they sent Byron to military school so that he could understand and appreciate the value of discipline. It made him a very stern, regimented person by nature. It ultimately served him well during his time in the marines.

Throughout their respective lives, she and Byron exercised great discipline. Even when they started dating, having met during a military parade, they followed a strict regimen. They would even go so far as to time their dates by the hour. And when they got married, they demanded the ceremony start exactly at noon, much to the chagrin of their less disciplined relatives.

While that discipline had served them well for much of their lives, they quickly learned it had been a hindrance on their sex life. They realized during their honeymoon that intimacy, even among married couples, didn’t have as many strict rules. It led to many failed efforts and awkward nights. For a time, she and Byron had been at a loss.

Then, they discovered the lurid world of BDSM. And shortly afterwards, they met Mistress Vinetra.

“Glad we understand each other,” the leather-clad woman said coldly. “Now, let the guidance begin. Take off your clothes!”

Lily and Byron couldn’t comply fast enough. They both stripped down with an urgency that wasn’t the least bit sensual. But in shedding their clothes before this woman and within this domain, something already awoke within them.

They usually did a good job at hiding it, but not tonight. Lily could sense the intensity in her husband’s breathing as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, undid his pants, and took them off along with his underwear. Being told what to do in such a clear, direct manner often got him energized – nut unlike his days at boot camp. But this time, that energy had a sexual component.

“All of it!” Mistress Vinetra barked. “Take it all off!”

They stripped faster. And when she slapped the whip in her hand, it got Lily going too – reminding her of the nuns and priests who ran her old boarding school. She was already down to her bra and panties, breathing heavily like her husband every step of the way. Upon removing her bra and slipping out of her panties, she felt that same energy. And it had an effect on her.

“Damn. I’m already getting wet,” Lily said under her breath.

“What was that?” the imposing woman yelled.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, Mistress!” she said meekly before stepping out of her panties.

Now fully naked, alongside her husband, she stood at attention before Mistress Vinetra. Instinctively, she used her hands to cover parts of her nakedness. It was a standard reflex for a woman who’d grown up in such a strict, conservative home.

But Mistress Vinetra was having none of that. She used the whip to slap her arms from afar, forcing her to keep her hands by her sides.

“Hey! Don’t you dare cover up!” she said sternly. “Your tits, your pussy, and everything in between should be completely exposed.”

She then turned the whip towards Byron, who was equally inclined to cover his exposed genitals. But he quickly refrained.

“The same goes for your dick and balls!” she said to him. “Be ashamed of your bodies on your own time. In my chamber, you get naked and you don’t hide it! Those are my rules. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” they both shouted in response.

At this point, she and Byron were more focused. Within this woman’s chamber, everything was so ordered and strict. But some of her rules clashed directly with other rules she had followed all her life. Modesty had always been a big deal in her family. Lily used to be so self-conscious that she wouldn’t even undress in front of other girls at school during gym class. Even after their wedding, just getting undressed in front of her husband had been challenging.

Now, here she was, bare-ass naked in a BDSM dungeon with a husband who was so reserved he avoided women in bikinis. But instead of shame and self-consciousness, she felt something else. She felt aroused – energized by the notion that this chamber operated under different set of rules, but rules that were still very strict.

“You feel it already, don’t you?” the leather-clad woman said, pointing the tip of her whip at their genitals. “The power of my authority – it’s making you hot and horny like pigs in heat.”

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but then her mistress pointed the whip towards her mouth to silence her. Byron bit his lip too and kept standing at attention. But that was no longer the only thing at attention.

“Your dick is getting hard. Your pussy is getting wet,” the imposing woman said, putting her whip at their lower bodies. “You don’t just demand my authority. You crave it!”

She and Byron remained silent, standing still like soldiers in front of a drill sergeant. They kept breathing heavily, their hearts racing as they faced Mistress Vinetra’s imposing glare. The energy and tension of the room escalated as she began pacing before them, casually slapping her whip into her hand. More and more, it became sexually charged. It was as though their bodies didn’t know the difference between sexual arousal and harsh discipline.

Those blurred lines were the key to the experience they sought. She and Byron learned early in their exploration of BDSM that many kinds emerged when the lines between ordinary arousal and sexual arousal became obscure. Finding and focusing on those lines had been a challenge. But Mistress Vinetra helped them in that journey. For that reason, among many others, she had their trust, as well as their total obedience.

“There are so many ways I could use that to humiliate you,” Mistress Vinetra said. “I could degrade and hurt you in ways you can’t imagine. And in my chamber, there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”

That was meant to scare them. She even moved in closer, so much so that Lily could smell her overpriced perfume and imported black lipstick. Most rational people would’ve been terrified or put off, at the very least.

Instead, it just made her and Byron even hornier. Byron was already semi-erect. Lily still didn’t know if that was because of or in spite of his lifetime of sexual reservations.

“But lucky for you dirty mutts, I’m understanding as well as merciful,” Mistress Vinetra said in a more measured tone. “And in order to properly guide you, I’ll need the right tools.”

A lascivious grin crept across her face, evoking even more excitement between her and Byron. Still gripping her whip, the leather-clad woman slipped off to the side towards a large black cabinet stood against the wall. It resembled an old dresser, common to master bedrooms. When she opened the double doors, they heard her rummage through what sounded like an old toolbox. But they couldn’t see what she was getting.

“Eyes forward! Don’t you dare peak!” she barked from behind the doors.

Their heads snapped back into their previous position, their arms tensing as they continued standing like soldiers, still fully nude and awaiting orders. Mistress Vinetra kept sifting through her tools. The sound of metal and plastic objects clanking together filled the chamber. For all they knew, she was doing it on purpose. This was just her way of building the tension even more.

Even if it was, Lily and Byron didn’t dare question her. They just waited patiently until she emerged from behind the cabinet with a small bag of objects in hand. Lily was tempted to peak over to see what they were, but resisted that temptation in the name of respecting her Mistress’ rules.

“You! Bitch in heat!” Mistress Vinetra said, directing her voice towards Lily. “Present your hands and wrists to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily said quickly.

That obedient response earned her a quick swat on her buttocks by the whip.

“I don’t remember telling you to talk!” she spat. “That was a warning. Consider it the last warning I give!”

Lily’s lips quivered, but she remained silent. The part of her butt where the whip struck really stung. Mistress Vinetra had surprising strength for a woman of her stature. But that sting didn’t just dissuade her from saying anything else. It added to her arousal.

She could already feel it between her legs, the folds of her womanhood becoming wet and engorged. Given her conservative upbringing, this kind of arousal was so taboo and forbidden. Good, upstanding woman weren’t supposed to get this horny, even around their husbands. It was so wrong by every standard she had ever learned, but it felt so right on a much deeper level.

Even as she tried and failed to hide her arousal, Lily did as her mistress asked. She placed her wrists together and presented them to her mistress, as if she were being arrested. Almost immediately, she felt the older woman grab her wrists and secure them with handcuffs. They were not the cheap, toy variety either. These were real. They were meant to retrain those who didn’t want to be restrained.

“You are bound in my lair, bitch,” Mistress Vinetra said right to her face, employing a deeply lurid voice. “Now, come with me. Make your way to the Submission Rack. Say you’ll follow me!”

“I will follow you, Mistress,” Lily said without hesitation.

Her voice was meek, but a touch of excitement had entered her tone. It even showed as Mistress Vinetra pulled hard on her wrists to guide her into the chamber, drawing her towards the special setup in the back of the room. Usually, that was where beds were placed, often with special attachments for BDSM tool. But this time, their mistress had ditched the bed entirely and opted for a modified table.

It looked like a standard massage table, not unlike those found in massage parlors. But this one had some modifications made to it, most likely by Mistress Vinetra herself. There were special straps around the legs and a few extra latches along the side. It looked like a piece of furniture that had been specifically designed for BDSM. It was a testament to their mistress’ expertise.

“Bend over!” Mistress Vinetra demanded the moment they arrived.

This time, she didn’t wait for her to comply. The older woman shoved her against the table and pushed her down, her breasts and torso now pressing against the cold black leather of the rack. It caused immediate discomfort, especially with her nipples. But Lily didn’t dare protest.

While she processed this new discomfort, Mistress Vinetra worked quickly. She grabbed Lily’s bound wrists and pulled them towards a special latch that had been installed on the side of the table. That latch included a small, but sturdy chain lock. Upon opening it, she interlocked it with the center of Lily’s cuffs. It left her effectively bound to the table – totally prone, completely naked, and with no means of escape.

“Now, you’re completely at my mercy,” Mistress Vinetra said, leering over her with a perverse sneer. “First, I secured your obedience. Now, I have your body. And I can do anything I want to it!”

To further belabor her point, she took her whip and swatted Lily’s butt again. She managed to hit the same area she’d struck earlier, which already had already turned slightly red. Lily let out a sharp wince, unable to shut out the pain completely.

“Ungh! That…really stings,” she groaned.

“Silence!” the older woman spat.

More harsh swats followed. The sound of hard leather smacking exposed skin filled the chamber. Lily winced and groaned, biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else. But at one point, her groans shifted into something other than pain.

It was happening again. That line between pain and pleasure was starting to blur. She’d learned how to walk that line since she and Byron began exploring BDSM. In time, she thought she knew how to navigate it. But Mistress Vinetra had a talent for blurring it even more. She must have uncovered something new because Lily didn’t remember getting this horny last time. Even her mistress noticed.

“Still so wet, like an animal in heat,” Mistress Vinetra noted, her gaze turning towards her groin. “Pathetic, but predictable.”

She taunted her even more, grazing the tip of her whip over the outer flesh of her vulva. That triggered an unexpected twinge of pleasure to counter the lingering sting from her ass. It sent her deeper into this state of intense desire. She couldn’t see her husband from her prone position, but she could feel his hungry eyes on him.

Were Mistress Vinetra not in total control, he would’ve pounced on her like an animal as well. But, being the good soldier he was, he just stood back and watched their mistress work. While Lily entered this new state, their mistress retrieved another tool from her arsenal. It was a mid-sized ball gag. And she didn’t even wait for Lily to react. She just grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her up, and shoved the ball gag in it before securing it.

“Mmf!” was all she got out.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said. “I was going to let you use your mouth. But you insisted on disobeying. And in my chamber, there are consequences for disobedience.”

The older woman roughly shoved Lily’s her head aside. It was a harsh gesture, but it got the point across. She wasn’t just supposed to obey. She was supposed to feel the consequences for disobeying.

That simple, stern dynamic had guided her life since childhood. Lily had followed it and respected it, more so than most. It never took on a sexual component. But once those lines got blurred, it took her body and her mind into uncharted territory. She went from embracing this kind of discipline to craving it.

With her hands cuffed, her mouth gagged, and her naked body completely prone, Lily had been thoroughly disciplined by Mistress Vinetra. The older woman proceeded to tease parts of her back and buttocks with the tip of her whip, admiring her handiwork as she made her way around the table.

Finally, she turned her attention back to Byron, who was still standing at attention like a soldier. He’d just watched another woman in a bondage costume bind, gag, and humiliate his wife. And, for reasons that only he and Lily understood, it left him very aroused.

“I see there are other consequences in play,” Mistress Vinetra said with a smirk. “Did watching me bind your wife make your dick hard? Answer me!”

“Yes, Mistress. It did,” Byron said, responding as though he were talking to his old marine drill sergeant.

“Does it make you want to fuck her?” she asked, now pointing the tip of the whip at his hardened penis. “Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It does,” he said, this time louder than before.

Mistress Vinetra moved in closer, casting Byron a lurid leer. She got in so close that he could smell her perfume. From there, she reached down with her gloved hand and grasped his penis. He winced at her firm grip. She then squeezed it while trailing the tip of the whip over the sinews of his upper body. Even from across the room, Lily could hear her husband let out a sexually charged gasp.

He was too disciplined to admit it, but he wanted her. He wanted her so badly. But a lifetime of rules, regiments, and restraint kept him from just unleashing his desires upon her. A man like Byron needed a push. And Mistress Vinetra would do more than just push.

“Then, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said firmly. “First, you’ll your hands behind your back. Then, I’m going to cuff you, just like I did your wife. Tell me you understand!”

“I understand,” Byron said obediently.

He then did as she asked, dutifully placing his hands behind his back like a prisoner waiting for his shackles. Mistress Vinetra only offered him the slightest look of approval before slipping behind him, retrieving another pair of cuffs, and securing his wrists. Even though he was younger, taller, and fitter, he was completely at her mercy. Something about that got them both more excited.

“Second, you’re going to walk up to your bound and gagged wife,” Mistress Vinetra continued, “and you’re going to fuck her. You’re going to fuck her hard and raw. And if you don’t fuck her with the vigor I demand, you will be punished. Is that clear? Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It’s clear…very clear,” Byron said, his voice brimming with anticipation.

“Very good,” she said. “There is a third act. But I’ll reveal that at a later time of my choosing. For now, get moving!”

To further belabor her point, she used her whip to swat Byron’s butt. Lily could tell from the sound it made that she struck him a lot harder than she had her. It wasn’t just that Byron was a trained marine used to pain and discomfort. He was just the kind of man who got more motivated when extra force was applied.

The trained soldier moved quickly, scurrying across the room with his hand still bound behind his back. Mistress Vinetra followed him closely, still using the whip to swat his butt and lower back. That kept the motivating going.

“Faster!” the older woman barked. “Get over there, your horny dog! You’ve got a bitch in heat who needs your cock!”

Byron didn’t say a word. He just winced and grunted as he rushed over to his bound wife, his hardened penis tensing and bouncing as he approached.

By the time he arrived, he was already short of breath. But it wasn’t due to the simple exertion of being rushed by a woman with a whip. Lily could hear him seething with lust as he stood over her naked body, her round buttocks presented before her as she lay bound and gagged. Despite her state, her arousal hadn’t waned. She was still very wet and aroused. She even wiggled her hips a bit, as if to urge him to enter her.

“Mmf!” Lily moaned through the gag, her lust showing in her tone.

“Silence!” Mistress Vinetra shouted, swatting her back with her whip. “Save your whimpering moans for the ravaging that awaits you!”

The sting of the whip and her burning arousal further blurred the intimate lines. Lily looked back briefly, seeing her husband gaze at her with such intensity and desire. The mask of discipline had finally slipped. He was finally revealing how much he wanted her. It sent Lily deeper into a sexual state. She really felt like a dog in heat, just like her Mistress described.

“Plant your feet. Angle your hips!” Mistress Vinetra demanded. “Put that cock of yours right up against her juicy cunt!”

Byron did as he was told, as he always did. Even someone of his fit stature trembled under her harsh orders. Lily could feel it as the tip rubbed up against her wet folds. The tension and energy of the chamber was overwhelming. Her heart raced so fast that every sense became heightened. She had never wanted a simple physical act so much before.

But neither she nor Byron dared act without Mistress Vientra’s orders. What happened next was completely at the whim of their Mistress. She seemed to delight in their inability to act without her, even at their most aroused. But despite their total submission to her whim, she didn’t torment them with anticipation.

“Now, fuck! Fuck like the runts you are!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed.

She delivered one final swat of her whip on Byron’s buttocks. It was, by far, the hardest and loudest yet. Like a reflex, he thrust his hips forward. In doing so, he entered Lily’s vagina with his cock. Hard, rigid flesh penetrated soft, moist depths. A sharp surge of sensations flowed through them, the hot feeling of sexual entwinement consuming them both.

That powerful feeling removed all remaining limits. From there, all the discipline and restraint that Byron had exercised for years vanished. Like a animal finally released from its cage, he began fucking her. It was not the tender, gentle lovemaking they’d attempted on their honeymoon. It was fucking, plain and simple. And all Lily could do was brace herself as her husband unleashed the full extent of his desires.

“Lily…” he gasped, his voice weak with lust.

“Silence!” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Less talking. More fucking!”

She swatted his ass several times with her whip, which got Byron humping harder and faster. He grit his teeth and seethed with greater exertion, thrusting his hips back and forth at a vigorous pace. Heavy grunts and groans followed. Lily’s naked body rocked in accord with every thrust, her skin grinding hard against the leather of the table. Due to the shackles and the gag, there wasn’t much she could say or do. She just took it, her body absorbing all this hot sex.

And it felt good.

It felt really, really good.

The idea of sex feeling so good was hardly radical. But it had been so taboo for her entire life. Neither she nor Byron knew how to make it feel this good, even after they got married. There was nobody to give orders, set rules, or explain the process. But in the end, they didn’t need advice. They needed a harsh, capable expert in BDSM to bark orders.

“Yes! That’s it! That’s how you do it!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed. “That’s how obedient mutts fuck!”

Standing right by the table, she watched intently as Byron fucked Lily with great tenacity. She occasionally swatted his butt with the whip, ensuring he maintained that vigorous pace. She also slipped the tip just under the table and rubbed it against Lily’s crotch. Somehow, she managed to rub it right up against her swollen clitoris – a remarkable feat, given how Lily hadn’t been educated much on that part of female anatomy.

“Mmm!” Lily moaned, the effect of the pleasure echoing through her gag.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Has nobody ever rubbed your clit before?” her mistress laughed.

She said that knowing full-well that Lily had gone to a religious school. The quality of their sex education was questionable at best. And their understanding of what made for great sex was non-existent, especially for women. They’d given Lily the impression that women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex. Mistress Vinetra had long since allayed her of that opinion.

Lily dared to enjoy every savory moment of this decadent act. With each movement, Byron’s pelvis smacked against her buttocks. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the chamber with litany lewd noises. Those same noises seemed to drive Byron to not hold back – to fully embrace, with her, their primal want for sex. It was so visceral that Lily could hear her husband’s flesh sloshing inside her.

To a girl raised in such a strict, religious upbringing, it was obscene.

But to that same girl, who had awakened her sexual side in unexpected ways, it was nothing short of exhilarating.

To a girl raised in that environment, it took her to new sexual heights. And between the heavy humping of her powerful husband and the skilled teasing of her clit by Mistress Vinetra, Lily soon found herself on the cusp of orgasm. The look on her face – eyes dazed, expression tensing, and a bit of drool dripping down her lip – made it very obvious.

“Ha! You’re about to come. Aren’t you, bitch?” Mistress Vinetra taunted.

“Mmf!” she answered, the tone doing plenty to get the message across.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A mutt like you – pretending to be so pure and innocent – you’re always the horniest bitches!”

She pressed the tip of her whip against her crotch even harder, adding enough pressure to push Lily past the point of no return. There was no stopping it now. She was going to climax.

“Very well,” Mistress Vinetra sighed, as though it were the most mundane thing in the world. “Go ahead. Come! Come like the horny bitch you are!”

Lily, having the blessing of her mistress along with her husband’s relentless ravaging, clenched her fists and braced for the approaching orgasmic rush. Her body trembled in its bound state, arching back and tugging at her restraints. Her movements were so intense that Byron had to slow his movements, almost losing his balance as she writhed before him.

Then, she felt it. Her hips bucked, her vaginal muscles contracted, and her expression twitched erratically. A long, hot rush of pleasure washed over her, consuming her from the inside out with ecstasy.

“Mmmmmmm!”

Mistress Vinetra just laughed while Byron steadied his hips, watching as his wife achieved climax. It must have been quite a sight because Lily could feel his gaze on her. She learned early on in their sex life that she was very animated when she had an orgasm. Mistress Vinetra once joked it was a product of having denied herself such pleasure for most of her life. But in the heat of such a moment, it was no laughing matter.

“Now, that is the look of a sex crazed slut,” Mistress Vinetra laughed, pointing her whip right at her face.

Lily barely heard those words. That didn’t make them any less true. She probably looked like a full-blown nymphomaniac, dazed by the basic pleasures of such a basic act. She could even feel Byron gaze on her, astonished that a woman who was so modest most of the time could be so sexual. He would never say it out loud, but that drove him wild with a special kind of passion.

He’d slowed his thrusts to a steady grind, just enjoying the hot throbbing sensation around his cock while she climaxed. Mistress Vinetra kept laughing, using her whip to push her head up by her chin so that she could not hide her expression. As the orgasmic rush neared its completion, the leather clad woman leaned in so that her face was all Lily saw.

“You see? That’s what you get for following the rules,” she said sternly. “Submit to me and achieve the utmost pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Mmhmm,” Lily managed to say through her gag.

“Good, you horny bitch. But don’t think you’re done for a second,” she said, grabbing her chin with her gloved hand. “You got yours. Now, your horny hubby is going to get his…even if it means treating you like his own personal fuck toy.”

Lily was still in a post-orgasm daze, her brain unable to process the extent of her words. Mistress Vinetra didn’t wait for her to catch up. She was already exercising her authority, slipping around to the other end of the table. Byron could only watch on, his desire for sex still going strong.

Their mistress worked quickly. She undid the shackles that kept Lily’s cuffed wrists bound to the table. That finally allowed her some extra movement. But it didn’t last long. Her wrists stayed bound and Mistress Vinetra didn’t give her time to change that.

“Turn over!” she demanded. “On your back! Hands above your head!”

Lily complied as though it were a reflex. In her daze, her body seemed to move with little forethought. But she didn’t resist. She didn’t even try to remove the ball gag from her mouth.

Before she knew it, Lily was lying flat on her back atop the table. She could now see Byron standing over her, still breathing heavily with a fully erect dick. She then felt Mistress Vinetra pull her wrists back so that they were over her head. From there, she secured them to the side of the table with another strategically placed shackle.

It once again left her bound and prone, completely at the mercy of both her husband and her mistress. She had no further say from here on out. She was just a woman in full submission, ready to fulfill her role in this intimate act.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said upon securing her wrists. “Now, you’re going to lay there, spread your legs, and watch your husband fuck you. And he’s going to keep fucking you until he comes. Is that clear, Mr. Hubby?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear,” said Byron.

“And she’s gonna take it! She’s gonna take it all!”

She said that last part right into her ear, as if to allay any doubts as to how this would play out. Lily, still reeling from her orgasm, had none to begin with. Without offering a muffled moan in acknowledgement, she just spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her way of telling her husband that she understood.

She was giving herself to him.

She was giving herself over to this feeling and this role.

He’d done his part. Now, she was doing hers.

“What are you waiting for?” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Do it! Fuck her!”

Byron answered only with a deep, masculine grunt. He then locked eyes with her, maneuvered himself between her legs, and guided his penis back into her dripping wet vagina. His hands were still bound behind his back, but that didn’t hinder him in the slightest. That still didn’t stop Mistress Vinetra swatting his torso with her whip. Even a good soldier needed prodding.

“That’s it! Now, start humping!” she told him. “Work that cock! Get it in nice and deep!”

Byron answered with another grunt, his gaze intensifying even more. It was enough to make Lily hot with passion all over again. It led her to spread her legs wider, bend her knees back, and offer him plenty of room to work with.

Once he entered her, he resumed their heated sex. Back and forth, Byron worked his hips with greater urgency. At this point, he wasn’t just obeying his Mistress. He longed for a release of his own. Lily could see it in his face – the subtle strain that revealed the desperate desire. Sweat had formed on his brow and his member throbbed harder with each successive thrust.

“Harder! Faster!” Mistress Vinetra demanded, swatting his butt with the whip. “I know you wanna come. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…I do,” Byron grunted.

“Say it again! I can’t hear you!”

“I said yes! I do!”

“Say to your wife! Tell her what you want to do to her!”

“I want to fuck you! I want to come! I want it…so much!”

His words were so blunt and vulgar. These were never words he dared utter outside this room. Even during their honeymoon, they never spoke in such profane ways. Even when the desire was present, the guidance was not. Just telling one another what they wanted sexually just never came easy.

But Mistress Vinetra made it easy.

She made it clear and blunt, even if it often meant being profane and vulgar.

Crude language aside, it got the point across. And it quickly got Byron to the brink of orgasm. Harder and faster, he humped her with greater urgency. Lily even encouraged him with her eyes, telling him with her dazed glance that she wanted this. She wanted him to share in the same pleasure that she’d just experienced.

Finally, Byron reached that special summit. He crossed that point of no return.

“I’m…coming!” he exclaimed.

“Yes! Do it! Empty your balls! Fill her with your cum!” Mistress Vinetra seethed.

What unfolded next was almost as theatrical as the display Lily had put on earlier. Byron, his feet planted firmly on the floor, bent his knees and leaned over for extra leverage. From there, he delivered a few more targeted thrusts before pushing his member into her deepest depths before the feeling washed over him.

When it hit, he let out a long, masculine moan that echoed throughout the chamber. Lily had come to love that sound. Along with that moan came that hot, intimate feeling inside her as he released his pent-up load of sexual fluids. It was an incredible feeling, his juices mixing with hers inside her depths. And as he leaned over more, his imposing body trembled at the waves of pleasure that followed.

“Such a strong, obedient stud,” Mistress Vinetra commented. “That’s how you really fuck!”

A smug, but satisfied grin formed on the older woman’s face. But neither Lily nor Byron noticed it. For once, their mistress’ attention was not their concern.

 Through his blissful rush, Byron never diverted his gaze from her. And Lily never diverted her gaze from him. Even in this lurid situation – this chamber within a BDSM dungeon that they had willingly entered – their love found a way to entwine with their lust.

It was something they only ever achieved in places like this, a complete submission to this powerful feeling. A lifetime of obedience, modesty, and repression had left them so ill-equipped to navigate sex. But with the help of Mistress Vinetra, they didn’t just embrace the greater pleasures of this act. Their love, as well as their fondness for rules and order, became stronger.

“Well done, you horny mutts. You entered my domain. You followed my rules. And you achieved what we sought,” their mistress said sternly as she set aside her whip and went around to undo their cuffs. “Just remember that submission isn’t just about rules. It’s about dedication. You’re both clearly dedicated to following the right rules. Stick your mistress and you’ll be the most loving, dedicated, sex-crazed mutts you strive to be.”

The following is a sexy short story about two people celebrating their love, just because. Enjoy!

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He came home that night from a long day at work, not expecting much. It had been just another ordinary day for Jay Grissom. He’d woken up early, gone for a short jog, made himself some coffee, and left the house for his office at the consulting firm he’d worked at for five years now. Jay had been so casual in his routine that he barely spoke to his wife of seven years, Sadie Sonya, when they met up in the kitchen.

She was still tired and groggy, wearing a robe and checking her work emails. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from work that day, either. Being a dental hygienist, Sadie’s routine was just as typical.

There were no major events scheduled for that week.

There were no major holidays coming soon.

There weren’t even any major milestones, be they birthdays, anniversaries, or historic dates.

But that only made what Jay saw when he got home all the more special.

“My God,” was all he could say.

“Just the reaction I was hoping for,” Sadie laughed.

It was something out right out of a steamy romance novel or a dirty movie. Sadie had closed the blinds, rearranged the furniture, and set up an inflatable air mattress just in front of the fireplace. On the coffee table and TV stand, she placed an elaborate array of electric candles. She’d also placed special red cloths over each lamp, bathing the entire living room in an erotic red hue.

But at the center of it all was Sadie herself. She’d once again raided the sexy draw in their dresser, breaking out the see-through lingerie and matching thong underwear she knew he loved. She’d also placed rose petals over the inflated bed with special bottles of exotic lotion nearby. It left little ambiguity as to what she intended for them this evening.

“I know it’s late. I know you’re tired, sore, and restless,” she said in the sweetest, sexiest tone he’d ever heard. “But I still want to do this.”

“Why? What’s the occasion?” Jay asked, still flabbergasted by the sight before him.

“No occasion. No reason. Just because,” Sadie answered.

A wide, beaming grin formed on his face. It was the perfect response that fully encapsulated why he’d fallen in love with this woman.

Sadie mirrored that grin as she rose from the inflatable mattress, approached him while sensually swaying her hips with every side, and welcomed him home with a deep, affectionate kiss. While Jay savored the taste of her sweet lips, she helped him out of his clothes. The overpriced suit he’d worn that day came off quickly. Sadie had gotten quite adept at undoing the buttons, belt, and tie his work required him to wear. Jay didn’t even mind that she was overly casual in tossing it aside into a pile on the floor, knowing fully that they would get wrinkled, dirty, and in need of a trip to the dry cleaners.

It was all worth it. Because it meant he could feel Sadie’s soft hands on his naked skin.

By the time she pulled down his boxers, they were already making their way back to the inflatable bed. Their kissing became more fervent – lips meshing harder as tongues hungrily twirled. By the time he laid her down, he’d removed her lingerie to reveal her ample breasts. Even though they had been clearly visible through the thin fabric, it still felt so good – feeling her fleshy mounds with both hands. It earned Jay a soft purr from his beautiful wife.

“Mmm…you’re not as tired as I thought,” Sadie said playfully.

“I thought I was too,” Jay said. “Not anymore!”

They laughed together as they embraced a more playful spirit. In short order, he and Sadie were making out atop the inflatable mattress like a couple of horny teenagers. As their kissing became messier and more heated, they let their hands roam freely – touching and caressing naked skin wherever they found it.

Jay knew his wife’s feminine contours so well, right down to that small part of her neck that made her giggle like a schoolgirl. And she knew his special spots too, including that little spot on his lower back that sent delightful shivers up from his core. It was targeted foreplay at its finest, stoking the passion they shared, as well as the growing desire to make love.

But Sadie had never been one to make elaborate plans without seeing them through. When it came to satiating such shared desire, she always went the extra mile.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Sadie whispered seductively.

Jay couldn’t oblige fast enough. What heathy, heterosexual male could? This was how Sadie further stoked their love and desire. And she was damn good at it.

As soon as he was on his stomach, she reached for the bottles of lotion. Upon opening one, the sweet scent of citrus and lilac filled the room. That was one of Jay’s favorite scents. The fact Sadie knew that was just another testament to her dedication as his wife and his lover.

Still playful, as well as seductive, she applied a sizable amount of lotion onto his back and shoulders. Some of it got onto the mattress, but there was little concern about messing it up. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d stained a mattress with the products of their sex lives. Once applied, she set the bottle aside and proceeded to give him soft, but thorough massage.

“You’re tense,” Sadie commented, “and not just because you’re horny.”

“It was…a long day,” Jay said in between content gasps.

“Any particular reason why?”

“None that matter right now,” he answered.

Sadie fell silent, but Jay could still feel her seductive grin on him. She became more focused and bold in her touching, paying special attention to the area between his shoulder blades and his lower back. It was so relaxing and soothing while also being undeniably sexy. Certain parts of his body relaxed while others tensed. It felt so good – so much so that a part of his brain urged him to just roll over, take Sadie in his arms, and make love to her on the spot.

But, as tempting as it seemed, Jay tempered those thoughts. Sadie was the kind of lover who enjoyed taking her time. It often tested a man’s restraint, but she always made sure to reward such patience.

“I had a long day too,” she said while rubbing his thighs with both hands. “It was a normal day, but it felt longer than usual. I was tempted to just fall asleep on the couch when I got home. But then I thought…why not do something needlessly sexy?”

“Just because?” Jay said, mirroring the same tone and verbiage from earlier.

“Just because,” she repeated.

They laughed playfully together. That encouraged Sadie even more. Still flat on his stomach, Sadie leaned over and began rubbing her breasts against his oiled up back. He could clearly feel her hardened nipples grazing over his sinews. That was as clear a sign as any that his wife was very horny. And even her restraint had limits.

“Roll over,” she whispered into his ear, her voice both seductive and urgent.

Jay did so eagerly. While he shifted his body, Sadie eagerly slipped off her panties. How or why they’d stayed on for so long was beyond him. But once they were off, she threw them across the room with little care of where they landed. Now as naked as him – her arousal matching him, as well – she mounted him in preparation for their sex.

No words were said.

None were necessary.

Sadie told him everything he needed to know with her eyes. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She loved him with as much passion he loved her. And she sought to turn that love into a real, tangible act that they could share together. Jay sought the same thing. It was merely a matter of letting their bodies follow their desire.

It all culminated in a perfect uniting of their flesh. Once aligned – her knees planted at his side and his pelvis angled with hers – it happened. A careful movement of her hips, combined with a light thrust of his, and he entered her. And from there, their lovemaking commenced.

“Sadie…” Jay gasped.

His beautiful wife just shot him another beaming smile, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them tight as she proceeded to ride him. Hot, sensual sensations followed, evoking a frenzied mix of gasps and grunts. The hot, tight feeling of her womanly flesh slithering smoothly over his manly length consumed them both. It felt so wonderfully intoxicating. And it was a feeling they savored together.

“Oh Jay!” Sadie moaned.

Squeezing his hands harder, the pace of their sex escalated. Heightened passions fueled greater exertion, their naked bodies rocking and undulating to the steady rhythm of their love. The air mattress under them got quite slippery, but it did little to temper their passion. If anything, the slippery surface helped them have more fun with this intimate act.

Joyous laughter soon mixed in with the typical gasps and grunts of sex. Jay eventually took a more active role, embracing her and pulling her into a deeper embrace as she rode him. She somehow managed to keep those skilled hips of hers bouncing, even as she kissed his lips and pawed his chest. Jay made sure to supplement each movement, thrusting upwards with his hips and using his arm strength to help guide every movement.

They soon struck a solid balance – making love with an intensity that didn’t exhaust their passion too quickly, nor did it unfold too slowly as to temper the desire. Once they found that balance, they began making love in various positions atop the air mattress. Jay got on top for a while, allowing Sadie to catch her breath for a bit. They also spooned while he poured some of the lotion on her, allowing their naked bodies to grind more intimately and sensually.

It was the kind of balance only a couple of experienced lovers could achieve – the kinds of lovers who didn’t need holidays, anniversaries, or birthdays to enjoy some overly elaborate lovemaking.

Jay and Sadie knew the breadth and limits of such passions. They also knew what it took to follow those passions to their inevitable peak. Getting Sadie to the brink took some effort. She once even joked that few lovers had been willing to put in such effort. But Jay was plenty willing. And after being married for seven years, it was practically a reflex.

“I’m close!” she gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

“Me too…my darling,” Jay said through labored breaths.

She was on top of him again, riding him cowgirl while leaning over him with their eyes locked in an impassioned gaze. Jay kept a firm grip on her hips while she clung to his shoulders, bracing herself for the oncoming rush of ecstasy.

When it hit, Jay watched with delight as her face contorted into that distinct orgasmic expression. He then grinned widely and held her close as she tensed and contorted to the blissful release. Sadie was always so theatrical when she climaxed, her hips tensing and her back contorting in such a distinct way. She also let out these adorable squeals of joy that filled the room. And no matter how many times he heard it, Jay never got tired of that sound.

But even as his love enjoyed her orgasm, she kept moving and working her hips – eager to ensure he got to share in the ecstasy. It took extra effort and concentration on her part. But for him, she was always willing to go the extra mile for him. The end result was a uniquely satisfying climax with the woman he loved.

“Ohhh God!” Jay gasped when he felt it.

Closing his eyes, he felt his mind and body ascend to that special domain of bliss. Hot sensations of pleasure coursed through his body in conjunction with his sexual release. Their flesh still entwined, his juices mixed with hers in a wondrous manifestation of their love. And as Jay soaked in this feeling, Sadie interlocked her fingers with his and held his hands close to her chest.

In doing so, he could feel her rapidly beating heart. It was like a beacon of their love – a testament to the intimate effort they’d shared. When Jay opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful wife, he gave her hand a firm squeeze to further convey his love.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” Sadie said back said back.

He smiled at her and he smiled back. Their flesh parted and she laid on top of him. Now cuddled next to one another, they shared a soft kiss. It was still early in the evening and at some point, they were going to have to get cleaned up. But for now, Jay was content to just enjoy the afterglow with Sadie.

“You know…when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t expecting much out of this day.”

“Me neither,” she said. “We’ve had a lot of days like that lately.”

“But you just made it special…just because.”

“Well, when you love someone…that’s all the reason you need.”