As I stepped toward the edge of the stage, you offered me your hand, helping me down. Your eyes fixed on mine, lustful and ravenous. We went and sat down by your girlfriend. She was seated on your left and I was on your right, making the chemistry between us painfully difficult. You whispered in my ear, “What do we do now?”
I had no idea, so I made something up. “I think you’re entitled to three kisses.” And in that moment, our fingers met, electricity sparking just before, the tension tight as they interlaced. Our palms pressed together tightly as if they were our bodies, the desire thick, mounting until it was unbearable, and we knew we had to find someplace more private right then. You excused yourself to your girlfriend and she was fine with it—there was clearly some sort of understanding in place.
Racing down a stairwell after each other, we finally stumbled into some sort of large tent and collapsed on top of many blankets and pillows. Wanting to prolong the torment just a bit longer, I got to my knees and started messing with the lamps, trying to find the perfect lighting. You couldn’t stand it any longer (neither could I), and so you pulled yourself up and me toward you—the infinitesimal space between us now filled with such heat and passion, fervor and wanting. Both breathing hard, our eyes locked together—one heightened pulse, beating out of you and into me—we dove into that first kiss, devouring it, tearing into each other like we’d been wanting it for years. Like…
I have been wanting you for years.
I had been so wrapped up in putting words to my dream that I had all but forgotten I was writing to an immediate audience of one.
Stop it.
Seriously. I have. And I’m there right now. Your words took me into a waking dream. A fantasy. It’s like breaking reality to type this right now.
Well, you’re breaking my concentration. I’m gonna lose it if you don’t stop and then it’ll be gone.
Reading these words, she stopped typing and I refocused myself, closed my eyes and fell back into place in my dream. Searching the depths of my mind to find the words to match the lust, I started tapping away again on the keyboard.
We fell to the floor again. With fury and madness, we fell onto each other, with burning and intensity. A tangled mess of hands searching, limbs interwoven, my lips unable to leave yours, your tongue wrapped around mine. Not caring if we could even breathe, let alone remember to do so. Grasping, desperate, pressing harder and harder up against each other, knowing that we had to remain above the thin layer of clothing separating mouths from hardness, fingers from wetness. Knowing it, loathing it, and yet it made that first kiss all the hotter. The ardor gripping us so tightly that we might suffocate. That first kiss lasted an hour easily—maybe longer. You were packing and I felt you grinding against me, your cock stiff on my thigh. You wanting me so badly to do more to acknowledge its presence. Me wanting so badly to straddle you and ride out this orgasm that had been teetering on the edge from the beginning, leaving me dizzy now. If only for a brief moment of release. Knowing that, for me, it would be ever so brief—wanting more, always wanting more. So instead, reaching down, I grasped your hardness, hoping to relieve you, hoping that relief will last longer than a moment.
The moment my hand made contact, you moaned deeply in my mouth, your tongue reaching farther, the vibration echoing down my throat, penetrating me as I wished you could. I took your cock in my hand and worked it the way my pussy would, rubbing you up and down, both of us too excited to take our time. I stroked you firmly, moving faster, as fast as I could with the protective layer separating my palm from really getting a good grip on you. You were so lust crazed that you thrust at an impatient pace—an impending explosion bursting at the seams—your tongue moving with an unimaginable quickness. The way you moved that tongue in my mouth, something I had never experienced before, and with such speed that it made it difficult to concentrate on my task at hand. So I began to suck on it, which quieted you briefly, only to make you all the more excited again. You regained control, fucking my mouth intently with your tongue, as you imagined what my lips would feel like wrapped around your cock.
And right then the seams gave way, and you exploded with the intensity of bulls charging through a brick wall—cumming so hard that I felt it rampage through me and all my weight collapsed on you, leaving me exhausted and sated in the here and now.
We lay there, marinating in bliss for just a few minutes before realizing we had to get back. So we smoothed our clothes, ran fingers through each other’s hair and started back. On the way up, you trapped me against a wall in the stairwell and all the desire flooded back, rushing over us, and you took my chin in your hand, bringing me toward you for another kiss.
I stopped you. “Don’t you think you already used up your three kisses?”
You just shook your head and smiled. “This is only the second one.”
This time you kissed me with a tender sweetness, slowly, with so much intention I felt like I might melt into a million little water molecules and just fall away. Sensing my weakness, you looped your arm around me and placed one hand on the small of my back, the other cupping my face, gently nudged my legs apart and nestled the head of your cock against my wetness gathered there. You slowly ground against me in a circular motion as our second kiss deepened, me emitting little noises, cold concrete on my shoulder blades, steadying me against you. My murmurs grew more frequent, more wanton, and I felt a smile creep across those lips on mine. You slowly pulled just your face away, still keeping me there in that vulnerable position, and you looked into my eyes. “Just wait and see what that third kiss looks like.” You released me gently and motioned for me to make my way up the stairs. I felt your eyes run up my legs to my ass as I walked away.
My fingers paused after typing fluidly for so long. There was a moment of quiet as I stared into the screen unbelievingly, and then I took a deep breath.
And then?? she typed.
That’s it. I woke up.
My screen slowly crept down once more and I met her eyes. She was staring at me with the same look as in my dream, and that, combined with the wetness saturating my panties, left me unbearably suffering.
“I’m sorry… I can’t…” And with that I made a rush for the bathroom. Safe once again, free from her gaze, I went to shut and lock the door, and suddenly she pushed inside and stood between me and the door.
“I want my third kiss.”
THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS
Betty Blue
For Carter and Joanna: may you always find luck in the shadows and in the light
Phera danced like a demon goddess, limbs twisting and whirling amid the feather and flame, in a way no ordinary creature ought to be able. Her ebony hair sparkled with bits of mica in the candlelight and Aryn held her breath, certain the flying strands would catch fire as Phera spun herself through the maze of candelabra. As she reached the end, she plucked the last candle from its holder and ran the flame across her bare skin, igniting the accelerant she had painted herself with in a stunning swirl of pale violet that licked across her body.