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  I’ll leave the choice here to you—what happens next?

  To: [email protected]

  From: [email protected]

  Date: 7 March 2014, 4:20 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  I do know the way. I chase you up the stairs. Sitting on the bedside table are two empty cartons of chocolate-chili and tamarind-mango gelato from the last stolen lunch we shared together. My taste buds fire, remembering how we shared the icy treats alternating spoonfuls between the sweet and the spicy. I lick my lips. I push you back onto the bed so that you are sitting with your legs dangling off the end. I get down on my knees in front of you, and place one hand on each knee, running my hand up your thigh, then down the side of your leg to the ankle. On the way up, I turn my hand and lightly scratch your inner thighs. My hands find their way to your belly and then move downward to the light thatch of hair between your legs. I twirl my fingers through the curly hair, and then push your legs open wide enough for me to bury my tongue in your essence. Time stands still. I lap at the free-flowing juices. My tongue is dancing in a private playground the way a seal frolics in the waves. I lick your inner lips and then make slow radiating circles out until I’ve traced the topography. As your arousal increases and changes, that landscape shifts, and I must re-survey to see what’s changed, darting around, delighted at every curve and texture. Oh no—your vagina is feeling left out so I rap on the door with my tongue, pushing in and out, and am rewarded with more of your oh-so-sweet nectar. Your pulsing hips and audible sharp intakes of breath spur me on.

  You:

  A) swing yourself around to have the opportunity to give as well as receive

  B) urge me on in my efforts

  C) reach for some of the ice cubes in the bowl on the bedside table

  Ice cubes? Where the hell did they come from? How can there be unmelted ice? You know what? I sooo don’t care.

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 7 March 2014, 5:20 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  I am powerless to do anything but enjoy the ride as your tongue has its way with me. The pleasure builds inside me until I feel myself move beyond that point of no return and my hips buck violently as an orgasm explodes out in waves rocking me from the inside out.

  I reach for the ice.

  “Ice cubes? You can’t be serious—you know I hate the cold,” you blurt.

  With a sly grin, I put a cube into my mouth holding it like an icy tongue, and “lick” your mouth and breasts. I can feel and see your nipples harden and hear your breathing get a little jagged. I retrieve your nightstick, going into some patter about a bomb threat and needing to search the area, grinning archly. I point the end of the nightstick at the main heat source in the room and start probing the edges, occasionally and deliberately grazing the stick past your hood and “detonator button.” I insert the tip of the stick into and out of you a few inches, teasing you and trying to keep you from going over the edge. Your heavy breathing says I’m failing so I reach for another ice cube with my right hand and start running it down your neck and over your breasts, bypassing your nipples. Such strange and enticing noises you make! I’d like to keep you on the edge for longer, but I’m barely hanging on myself, so I thrust the nightstick into your moistness, twisting and pumping it into you again and again. You explode in a torrent of gasps and contractions, and keep moving your hips.

  What happens next?

  A) use the nightstick as a double dildo

  B) toss the nightstick and start scissoring

  C) You look at me and know that my rational mind has left the building, and will do absolutely anything you want me to do.

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 7 March 2014, 6:03 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  I take A) followed by B) followed by C)!

  We fall apart on the bed, panting joyfully.

  I roll you over on your back and say, “My turn on top!” I kneel beside you, gazing on your naked perfection. I stroke your arms, one at a time, from wrist to shoulder, then I lean over you and brush my breasts gently against your upper chest, then up to your neck and cheeks, then down again. Your skin speaks volumes of poetry to me, and my nipples tingle with pleasure. I press myself against you, gliding up and down your torso, over your delectable tits, down amongst the soft folds of your belly. When our nipples touch, what a delightful shock! I climb on top to straddle you—I want to feel you against my pussy. I want to feel you everywhere. My hips start to grind against your belly, my breasts pressing against yours.

  I’m feeling the heat yet again! I move my legs between yours and start kissing you from your eyelids downwards, spending plenty of time at your mouth. Your teeth, lips and tongue are a world of pleasure. I stroke your side down to your hips—ah, that’s where I want to be! Slowly I move downward, kissing licking and stroking the length of your body, until I reach your pussy, still warm and wet from fucking.

  I open your pussy lips with my tongue and taste your juiciness, Up and down the ridges of your labia, swirling and tickling with my tongue as I stretch myself full length, my legs off the side of the bed. I can hear and feel you respond, and that excites me even more. I push harder with my tongue, listening to your moans and gasps as I pound my hips against the mattress. My tongue is on your clit now, a delicious piece of heaven, and I lick and suck until I can feel you coming. A shudder runs through your body and mine, as I dip my tongue into your sweetness. As your orgasm recedes, I lift my head and you say—

  Your choice.

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 7 March 2014, 10:20 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  Unh. Mmmmmm…uh…phhhh…grr…uhuh. Waves continue to pulse through me to you, or from you to me, as I lie back trying to control my breathing. We are slick with a most potent combination of sex and sweat, and I haven’t the energy or inclination to move just yet. I have a drum between my legs that is causing them to tremble with aftershocks.

  I crawl on top of you, hooking my right leg over your belly and right leg, and drape my arm under your breasts. I take in the full sight of you—the rise and fall of your chest and your magnificent breasts. The smoldering in your eyes: ageless, bottomless pools of bliss, wisdom, the pain of experience and the promise of what’s to come. Dear Goddess—I’ve been pleasured into a state of stupefaction! Words are not going to be my strong suit for a while, though judging by your Mona Lisa/Cheshire Cat grin, your lips still have some energy left.

  “Tell me a story. Share one of your fantasies with me. I wanna know what else revs you up.” As you think about what to say, I start letting my fingers gently do the walking up and down your skin, contemplating the area under your breastbone, and the one below your navel… You:

  A) share a fantasy

  B) counter with a game of Truth or Dare

  C) check your watch and say I think we have enough time left for a dirty shower too

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 8 March 2014, 8:30 am

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  I run my finger lazily along your spine, drawing circles through the sweat-slick on your back.

  “Ah, the old truth or dare game, eh? Well,” I say, as I stroke my hand down your thigh, “to tell the truth, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have Madonna go down on me. I daresay she’d be quite proficient, although I think your sweet mouth is much more talented.”

  I check the clock by the bed and give you a smack on the butt. “If we don’t wash some of this juice off, the citizens’ll smell the sex on me a mile away. Let’s grab a shower and I’ll, um, get your back.”

  You roll off the bed and open the door to the bath. Ye
p, that tub is big enough for two, with a double showerhead. I can see a stack of fluffy towels and a basket of bath products and, oh yes, toys! I follow you inside eagerly.

  “Like it hot?” you ask, looking at me over your shoulder, as you start the water flowing.

  “Mmm, yes, indeed,” I reply running my hands down your back, cupping them under your butt. We step into the tub and I grab for the hand shower, checking out the dial for the water-massage setting. I stand behind you and curl my left arm around your waist as I play pulsing jets of water over your back. I can feel you relaxing against me as I move my hand over your breasts and draw you closer. My hips push into your buttcheeks as I run the shower jets along your arms and chest. The water cascades over your lush curves. I want to drown myself in every part of you.

  Hanging up the showerhead, I soap up a sea-sponge, covering you with soft slippery bubbles. I run my hands over your body from shoulders down to your luscious ass. My hand slides easily between your cheeks, and I can feel the warmth beyond. My fingers touch that heavenly wetness, and I am lost again in wonder and delight, caressing the folds of your pussy. I can feel you responding to my strokes, and my heartbeat quickens again. I draw back just for a moment—long enough to reach for the basket beside the tub. The water is still pounding over us as I point to the contents, letting you choose your favorite.

  What’s in the basket of goodies?

  To: [email protected]

  From: [email protected]

  Date: 8 March 2014, 9:59 am

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  A loofah, a dildo, a butt plug, a nylon harness, bottle of lube and a rubber ducky.

  Do you want just one, or all of the above?

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 8 March 2014, 10:02 am

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  Surprise me.

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  Date: 8 March 2014, 12:30 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  I smile when I see the yellow rubber ducky. His spelunking adventures last week had more than your feathers ruffled, I do recall. The noise he made was a little distracting…fun—but distracting.

  I point to the butt plug and see your eyebrows raised in surprise. You know that’s never been my thing. I’ve noticed you catch your breath every time you touch my ass.

  You reach for the plug and the bottle of lube. You open the bottle and start to liberally apply the slick liquid from the narrow tip and then over the three other ridges that gradually taper out to the base.

  You watch me for reaction as you lube up the toy. I turn around so that I am facing you and take the showerhead out of the base. I direct the jets over my face and hair so that the very warm water gushes down my front, running my other hand through my wet hair and tossing my head to keep it from falling into my eyes. I lower the showerhead so that the stream is now moving down between my breasts, then through the tangle of pubic hair before disappearing between my legs. My skin is still wet and slippery, which I find out as I run my hand over my breasts, lathering them up with the white, soapy bubbles. I soap around one, then the other, in a wide circle, pinching my nipples and watching you watch me.

  A) As you come closer with a big smile playing across your face, I say I’d love to hear another fantasy/bedtime story while you find a new home for that lubed-up toy.

  B) You come closer and say “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time…”

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  Date: 8 March 2014, 2:22 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  B.

  I pull out the harness and dildo and say, “Put this on.”

  I watch you while you get ready for action—and I do too! I stroke the slippery little butt plug in and around my labia, making sure I get every surface covered with lube. My own juices are flowing now and add to the mix. The sight of the black webbing against your smooth, pale skin excites me, and my other hand steals up to my right nipple, twisting it back and forth. I lean back against the shower stall, watching you adjust the dildo as the water cascades over your shoulders and breast and down your belly, wetting the harness. I can barely stand when I am this aroused. When you are strapped in—and strapped on—I grab the tube again, and reach out to coat the length of the dildo with shimmering lube. I look into your eyes, and say, “I’m ready.”

  I turn around, bend down and place my hands at the end of the tub. I can feel the warm water and cool air on my hot, hot pussy and I quiver with excitement, waiting for you to start. I wonder how long you will tease me before I feel those deep, strong thrusts.

  You’re in charge now, and I await your next move.

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 8 March 2014, 5:20 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  I’d tell you I was ready too, but the words—any words—would catch in my throat. The combination of your beauty and your sexy confidence/comfort with yourself is potent enough. The sight of you bending over and presenting that hot primed pussy is intoxicating—so much so that I’m afraid I’ll erupt without touching you. I close the distance between us and press myself against your backside, dildo up and between us. I lean forward into your back, placing my hands on your shoulders and raking them from your smooth white shoulder blades down your back and sides. You moan slightly as my fingers come to rest on either side of your hips, kneading into your soft, warm flesh. My hands drift down between your thighs, moving them apart a few more inches. Your legs are trembling just a bit. Mmmm…the steam from the shower combined with the sweet and salty scents has turned the bathroom into a veritable sex hot box!

  Hands back on the sides of your smooth buttcheeks, I pull my hips back a bit so that the dildo dips down and you feel it bounce off your left thigh. Taking the shaft in my right hand, I move it to the top of your pussy and drag the head deliberately and slowly backward across your lips. The moan is still escaping from your throat as I thrust into you. Your breath catches. Again I find myself on that precipice—wanting to erupt while wanting to extend this moment forever—that primal desire to have every inch of you merged with me and to feel every nerve ending of your body tingle and broadcast to me again and again. I pull back several inches and rotate my hips, pushing back and forth into you, plumbing the moist softness deep inside you. Deeper to the left, and then to the right, filling you and feeling your body’s response. My pussy is on fire from the heat as it rubs against your ass through the harness, as well as from the feedback from the warm wetness of your sex tight around my cock. I pull back slowly and then slam forcefully into you full length again. Slowly drawing out the head, teasing your lips and then deep in again. You push back against me as I enter you again. And again. Your hips thrust and pussy contracts, trying to suck me in farther, and it is too much. Oh god, I can feel myself going, and you along with me, and my thrusts get more urgent and powerful. I support more of your weight as your legs start to give and we buck wildly. The telltale noises rise from you— Oohh. Ooooohhhh. Oooohhh. I cry out and groan loudly as the first wave of orgasm rushes over me. You tense and then relax against me as you come, moaning as pleasure washes over you. Wave after wave of aftershock orgasms course from me out through you and back. Our hips continue to pulse into each other, then come to a rest.

  I pull out slowly, and gently turn you around so we are facing. Plans to push you up against the wall and take you again at a more leisurely pace in the shower are put on hold as you look just a little light-headed. Taking your hand, I lead you out of the shower to the marble countertop with double sink. I place your arms behind my neck so they’re crossing and kiss you. Softly and slowly at first, then more insistently, I wrap my arms around your back and lift you onto the co
untertop so that you can lean into me as our tongues and lips and teeth commune and our bodies continue to sizzle.

  What happens next?

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  From: [email protected]

  Date: 8 March 2014, 7:15 pm

  Subject: RE: There is a knock at your door…

  With the cool smooth marble against my buttocks, your soft warmth pressing against me, I open my legs and wrap them around you, urging your hips against me as we kiss, deeply, hungrily. I can feel the dildo, now warm and slippery, against my thigh and I want to feel it within me again. You draw back slightly to position the head of the dildo against my crotch, rubbing back and forth, up and down. I look into your eyes, pleading for more, and with a sultry and mischievous smile you continue to tease my pussy until I am nearly ready to burst.

  I can feel the heat spreading up from my groin as I lean backward, head against the steamy mirror, and push my hips forward to meet you.

  I gasp as you enter me again, sliding in halfway up the shaft and then pulling out, as you ask, “Faster or slower?”

  Through clenched teeth I cry, “Deeper!”

  You’re rocking your hips against me as our torsos press together, breast to breast, belly to belly. I lose myself in ecstasy and I no longer know nor care where my body leaves off and yours begins. As we meld more closely, my legs wrapped around you, urging you even deeper, I grip against the dildo with my inner muscles, feeling your blood pulse as if it were through my own veins, hearing your panting breaths as if they were my own.

  I rake nails down your back and run my teeth along your neck as—

  There is a knock at the door.

  Who could it be at this hour? I hear a throaty and familiar chuckle coming from the hallway.

  I think my dry spell is over.

  ANDRO ANGEL

  Deborah Jannerson

  “I’m gonna get laid tonight!” I clinked my Lemontini Meringue against Carmen’s. I guess I did it too hard, because we both lost a little precious alcohol over the sides of our glasses. The strangers around us probably just assumed I was drunk. But actually?