Boy, it had been a long day. However, tonight, I was working with Luann which makes it all the more exciting.

No one at Cracker Barrel knew we were seeing each other, which made every glance from her feel dangerously electric. Luann was a tall, blonde firecracker with a bubble butt that somehow made the stiff uniform look good. And her smile? Boy, it could soften butter in no time. Whenever she smiled at me, my knees went soft. It felt like my electricity ran out every time.

Luann Was Otherworldly

She didn’t belong here, folding napkins and fetching refills, for meager tips and disrespectful patrons. With her beauty, she belonged in glossy magazines or on a runway somewhere. Maybe she was some kind of sorceress, because I was completely under her spell. And tonight, I had her all to myself.

I was hunched in a booth, cleaning and sorting silverware, when she strolled over. Her special grin lit up her face, and I predictably melted. She slid in beside me, close enough that I could enjoy her musky vanilla scent mixed with the permeating smell of maple syrup and fresh biscuits. Par for the course, I suppose.

“Almost done?” she asked, voice playful but impatient.

“Close,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Cooks already left. Just finishing up a few things.”

She studied me for a moment, then her expression softened. “You’ve done enough,” she murmured, her hand resting upon my thigh.

We’d been careful for weeks, masking our budding relationship. But now? The building was empty. Silent.
I looked at her. She looked at me. The air between us hummed, vibrating with the same lust we had become accustomed to enjoying together.

Close Knit at Cracker Barrel

Then she gave my thigh a tighter squeeze, took my hand, and gave a knowing smirk. She knew I wasn’t going to say no to her advances.

She leaned in, lips soft and demanding against mine. God, how did she still smell so good after a long shift? Suddenly, Cracker Barrel wasn’t important. It didn’t even exist! The scene was just us, a darkened restaurant, and the palpable, growing lust between us.

Her kiss deepened with hunger, quickly, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the firmness of her body beneath that unflattering uniform. She swung a leg over and straddled me right there in the booth, her lips trailing from my mouth down to my jaw. I felt cool air upon my moistened neck.

“I don’t want to wait until we get to your place,” she whispered against my ear, delivering a shiver down my spine.

Her hips pressed into me, slow at first, testing, then rolling with intent. I groaned, unable to hide how badly I wanted her. She grinned wickedly, biting her lower lip as her hands slid down my chest, without even a hint of resistance on my part.

And just like that, we stopped caring about time, place, or consequences. Soon, our desire grew feral, and tore beyond us. We’d had plenty of sex in our short relationship, but this time was a test of boundaries.

Evidently, we had none.

Woke Feral Desires

We exited the booth, and unbuttoned each other’s pants, kicking our shoes off in the process. The restaurant was silent except for our heavy breathing. We unfurled into a beautiful flurry of pleasure, nibbling each other’s nipples and stimulating each other, just with our fingers.

We moved in beautiful sync, with soft moans and deep kisses. As lust overtook Luann, she bent me over the table, now both of us fully nude. I could feel the cool table against my pert nipples, adding sensation to her hands grabbing my hips and pressing her body against me.

I felt her pull my hands behind my back, holding them there as she inserted a single finger inside of me. Bursting, I moaned loudly. So, in response she added in a second finger and giggled as I tightened my grip around her fingers with pleasure.

God, she’d planned this, hadn’t she?

She handled my body with ease as I erupted into my first orgasm of the evening. Now, hungry with beastly desire for her, I couldn’t stop my hands from what they were about to do. My body may have been weakened from the power of her pleasure, but that wasn’t going to slow me down, as I pushed her onto the same tabletop where I just came.

My palms skimmed over her body, aiming for my favorite bits–her hips, her inner thighs. I was still learning her body, and felt determined to hit the pleasure points. My fingers reached her clit, and she gasped, threw her head back, and I took advantage. I kissed her throat, as she writhed beneath my grip, coming quickly to orgasm.

Without letting her rest, I dropped my face to meet her puffy, throbbing vulva. Suckling, I enrobed her clit with my tongue, swirling, salivating and moaning. Luann wasn’t stopping me in the wake of my appetite–now feral. My passion only existing for her.

A Whole Barrel of Lust

She wailed with glee, unable to stand the forceful pleasure after her first orgasm, but I wasn’t done. I gave her a moment’s reprieve as I slid my tongue down to her beautiful rosebud for the first time. I could hear the surprise in her voice, through her breathlessness. As my tongue continued to swirl and lightly penetrate, I looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide with pleasure. Her electric smile wasn’t present, but her ragged breaths and fervent nods told me everything I needed to know.

As my movements slowed, gazing at her beauty, she motioned me to come up. I obeyed, and leaned over her, as her legs wrapped around my body.

“Have you ever scissored before?”

Who Cares About Trouble?

My heart started beating even faster. Without saying a word, I climbed up upon the table with her. We’re both bare, save for the wet mess between us. I grip her hips, grinding up into her with a moan that cracks. “Fuck, your pussy feels like velvet,” I eke out through ragged breaths.

Her clit throbs against mine, and I swear I feel her pulse. “Don’t you dare stop,” she pants, bucking harder. The friction builds, our raw pleasure growing more and more slippery. I lean up to bite her nipple, sucking hard as she whimpers.

She pushes harder against me, our pussies smack together. You can practically hear our juices flowing, as they drip down my thighs. “Come for me,” I growl, watching her eyes roll back as I grind against her until she shatters, shaking into a fit of giggles.

We rolled off the table, settling into the booth as we put our clothes on. “Do you think they know lesbians fuck here?” she asked me, in the most unserious tone.

“No,” I giggled, “they’d boycott us if they knew”.

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When you’re alone for the week, sometimes you sink into your own desires. Evelyn was out for several days, on her first ever business trip. I didn’t want to cause extra stress for her, or be too demanding, so I decided to enjoy my time solo, at home. For once.

I do so love indulging in this time.

I had already spent two nights indulging in myself, all by myself. Without having to think of anyone else, I ate whatever takeout I desired and frozen pizzas for dinner, that were washed down with red wine; I indulged myself in a spa night, and indulged in my favorite shows in enviable binge sessions. It almost felt foreign, but I sunk into my self-indulgence with unapologetic bliss.

By the third night, I began to miss her. However, I don’t get to do this often, so I decided I could enjoy the bliss a little longer. So, I drew myself a bath–the kind of bath you sensually indulge in until your skin begins to wrinkle. The kind that’s so hot it almost scorches my skin. If that’s bad, I do not care. Because right now it felt like the right recipe for solo bliss.

Loving Myself Never Felt So Good

I drew myself a bath, remembering I had some dried rose petals and essential oils I hadn’t used in ages. I made the water extra hot. Evelyn always hated when I’d do that, but since it was just for me, I could do whatever suited my sensibilities.

The water was warm. As I sunk in, my body became enveloped in muscle-relaxing heat that felt as pleasurable as an open-mouthed kiss all over my skin. I sank deeply into the tub, allowing the heat to fully enrobe my body. My breasts just broke the surface among the bubbles, nipples pebbled and sensitive from the temperature shift.

The bathroom was hazy with steam, the air thick with the scent of rose and sandalwood from the candles I lit before taking the plunge. This was a night of self-romance, and I spared no detail. My body began to relax from the day, as I simmered to the sounds of sexy lo-fi playing on my phone. I had the door locked, thinking I’d have at least two hours to myself. Just me, my body, and any fantasies that my brain spun in my most sensual state.

Oh, How I Loved Driving Her Crazy

My fingers idled in the water, drifting over my stomach, tracing slow circles around my navel to the beat of the music. Bubbles clung to my skin, flowing around my curves. I smiled, lifting one leg out of the water to watch bubbles cascade towards me.

As I began to sink into my personal bliss, the personal romance began to fade. I missed her. I drifted off into fantasy, as my fingers began to travel between my legs, for lazy pleasure.

What I didn’t expect, was that I didn’t have to miss her for long. I thought I imagined the click of the front door, dreaming of her being next to me. Then I heard her voice, low and smoky from the other side of the bathroom door: “Babe… what are you doing?”

The bathroom door handle jiggled. My eyes snapped open.

A half second later, the lock clicked. The door pushed open slowly.

And there she was.

Standing in the doorway in her favorite travel outfit–athleisure, of course–lips parted in surprise. Her eyes locked onto me instantly, seemingly surprised at the romantic sights I had set up for myself.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, slightly embarrassed to be caught in the middle of my solo romance. She dropped her bag to the floor, “Surprise,” she said with a wild grin.

“You’re early,” I said, pleased. I was unsure of how all of this would be received. Her gaze dropped to where my fingers were, now stalled between my thighs. A small gasp escaped her. “Without me?”

I giggled, “now you just sound like the corny men I used to date”. She laughed and kicked off her shoes. She knelt next to me, grabbing my head from just below the surface, my curls between her fingers.

“Well, I won’t disappoint you like they did, ever,” she said, adding a deep kiss. I melted with my head in her hands.

She knelt beside the tub, one hand braced on the edge, the other reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair from my face. Her touch sent shivers through me. “You’re so beautiful like this. This is the most gorgeous surprise I could imagine.”

“I’m always wet for you,” I quivered, anticipating her touch. I quickly lost embarrassment for her witnessing my self-romance.

Her fingers traced my jaw, then dipped down to my collarbone, leaving a slick trail. “Can I join you?” I nodded. Soon her shirt dropped, then her bra was tossed aside without care. Her tits sprang free, full and heavy, her dark nipples already hard.

“The water is too hot for me to think you planned this,” she laughed, slipping off her panties.

Completely naked now, I could tell she was telling the truth; she was glistening with her own arousal.

She eased into the tub behind me, her legs sliding along mine, her body warm and solid against my back. The water sloshed, bubbles tumbling over our skin and spilling over onto the floor.

“Maybe the heat isn’t the worst” she murmured.

She wrapped her arms around my curves, her hands gliding over my stomach, then up to cup my breasts. “So soft. So perfect.”

She gently pinched my nipples, and I moaned, tilting my head back against her shoulder.

“You like that?” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “God, yes.”

She Possessed Me With Desire

“I love how you respond to me,” she said, her voice low and possessive. “Like your body was made just for me.”

She pinched one nipple a little harder, then the other, rolling them between her fingers until I was squirming, my hips lifting slightly in the water.

“It was,” I breathed. “I missed you.”

Her hand slid down my stomach again, lower, parting my folds beneath the water. I gasped as her fingers found my clit, already swollen and desperate.

“You’re so wet,” she moaned. “Did you do this just for me? Get yourself all slick and ready?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I admitted. “Thinking about how you make me come just by looking at me.”

She kissed my neck, biting softly. “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Please, Evelyn… make me come.”

Her fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles over my clit, building the pressure just right. Her other hand still played with my nipple, teasing, tugging, driving me higher.

The water rocked with our movements, bubbles clinging to our thighs, our stomachs, the space between us. I reached back, gripping her hip, pulling her closer.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, letting out a moan that echoed unexpectedly.

“I won’t,” she promised. “Not until you’re shaking, baby.”

Her fingers sped up, pressing harder, circling faster. I could feel the orgasm building deep in my core, as my muscles tightened with every pulse of pleasure.

“I’m close,” I panted.

“Let go,” she urged, with a nibble on my neck. “Let me feel how much you need me.”

And I did.

My back arched, my pussy clenched, and a cry tore from my throat as the orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My hips bucked in the water, my body trembling as pleasure exploded through every nerve.

Evelyn held me through it, her fingers still working me gently, prolonging the waves until I was gasping, weak, collapsing back against her.

“God… fuck…” I breathed.

She kissed my shoulder. “You’re incredible.”

We stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other, the water cooling slightly around us. Then she shifted, slipping her hand from between my legs, bringing her fingers to her lips.

She sucked them slowly, tasting me.

“Mmm,” she said, her tone deep with desire. “You taste like heaven.”

“You know what else tastes like heaven?” I asked, turning in her arms.

“What?” she whispered.

“You.”

Before she could respond, I kissed her.

She melted with my deep kisses. I stood up and led her from the tub. She watched me, confused at first, as we moved to the bed.

Then her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing. “Baby…” she breathed. “You don’t have to…”

But I was already there. I pushed her to lay back as I surfaced between her legs. Her pussy glistened above me, pink and plump and so fucking perfect.

“I want to,” I said, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Besides, you look like you taste delicious”

And then I tasted her.

Salty, sweet, musky. Everything. My god. I groaned as my tongue slid through her folds, finding her clit already hard and begging for attention.

“Fuck!” she cried, her hands flying to my hair. My desire was palpable.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, gently, then harder, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She writhed above me, her hips lifting, her breath coming in gasps. I knew she was on edge.

“You like this?” I asked, pausing just to torment her. “You want more?”

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t!”

I didn’t.

I dove back in, licking deep, circling her entrance with my tongue before plunging inside. My fingers joined me, two sliding into her tight heat as I moved back to her clit. I felt like a demon.

“God, yes! Just like that! You’re so good—so fucking good!”

Her legs trembled. I could feel her getting close, her walls tightening around my fingers.

“Mmmmhmm,” I managed to get out, as I focused on delivering her pleasure.

And she came right for me. Just for me.

Her back arched, her cry loudly taking over the room. I left her writhing, my fingers still inside of her as she pulsed around my fingers, which were now wet from her pleasure.

I sucked the last bit of her off my fingers, and kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on me.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, stroking my cheek.

“And you love it.”

“I do,” she smiled. “I love you.”

As I rested my head on her chest, our bodies tangled, and listened to her heartbeat, I realized that this was so much better than being alone.

“Best welcome home ever?” I asked, knowing it already was.

She laughed, kissing the top of my head. “Next time, I’ll draw the bath. And you’ll be the one walking in on me.”

I grinned. “I can’t wait.”

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My friends convinced me to host a July 4th party at my place. Though we live on the countryside, it still gets blazing hot come summer. However, we had a pool and a couple of neighbors with some land, who popped illegal fireworks for the neighborhood.

They always showed us a good time, but this time I was glad to have company for once. I needed to be social and this was exactly what I needed–just a small piece of joy to break the mundanity of life.

We spent the hottest part of the afternoon in the pool. In spite of the sun beating down on us, our collective energy was unforgettable. Nothing could drown out the sounds of joy coming from the pool, and my yard, as we intended to celebrate into the night.

An Instant Attraction

I was floating on a raft, sipping a blended margarita, when I saw him. He was standing by the pool, chatting with my friend Rachel, who had brought him along. I didn’t recognize him, but there was something about him that caught my attention.

He had dark black hair, styled perfectly, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. It was like looking at a prince. In my slight haze, I couldn’t help but stare. I don’t think I even blinked for a solid minute. I slipped out of the pool, and began to meander over to the new guest in my home.

Rachel introduced us, but I didn’t catch his name. I was far too distracted, tracing his jawline with my eyes. As the party went on, I found myself glancing at him more and more. He was charming, laughing and joking with my friends, but there was something about him that seemed…different. Maybe it was nothing, but maybe it was simply being so struck by the slap-you-in-the-face attraction.

When the slightly charred hot dogs and roasted corn came out, everyone’s attention turned to the food to soak up the sea of alcohol in their bellies. But not mine. I was too busy exchanging glances with the mysterious stranger. We didn’t need words; our eyes did all the talking. Those rare instant connections are so deeply unforgettable.

Time to Dig In

As my friends grew a little more rowdy, the crowd around us grew louder and more rowdy, I caught his eye again. This time, he held my glance and bit his lip. I took that as my sign. I slipped out of the pool and grabbed a towel, glancing his way as I walked off, hoping he felt my signals to follow.

To my pleasure, he did. He followed me as I made our way to the backyard treehouse I keep. It was secluded, and I loved to escape here when I needed some alone time. It was my little slice of paradise, and we were about to turn it into heaven.

Sounds of the party began to fade as I climbed my way up. I looked down at him, still trailing behind me, “you coming?” He grinned; I melted. He had the kind of smile that could assure you of anything.

The party was now drowned out by the creaking of the wooden structure and the wind blowing through the leaves, as we climbed in. We didn’t say a word. We didn’t need to. We both knew why we were there. My heart was pounding so hard, I almost thought he could hear it as I became self-conscious. The air was thick with tension.

This July Party Heats Up

We locked eyes, standing there for a moment. He reached over to cup my face and gently pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm fingers on my skin. His lips brushed against mine, and then my neck. He was gentle, which still delivered shockwaves through my body, with the surprise of the connection.

We didn’t waste any more time. Our gentle kisses began to heat up into more hungry and desperate explosions as he dropped my bikini top. I could taste the beer on his breath and smell the chlorine on my skin, which somehow added to the sensory ecstasy.

His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer, and I could feel his manhood pressing against me. I pushed my body against his in response, moaning as he muffled my cries of joy with his lips. The chemistry was as expected, his touch sending sparks flying through my body. I was hungry with desire as he slipped his hands into the back of my bikini bottoms, and my bare chest pressed against his.

We broke apart, gasping for air, and he pulled me towards the old couch in the corner. It was dusty and worn, but we didn’t care. We collapsed onto it, our bodies tangled together, our lips still locked in a fierce kiss. I beckoned for him to take me, as he explored my nipples with his tongue.

Please, I need you inside me

I spread my legs, eagerly anticipating his penetration, and whimpered as he plunged deeply inside of me. The energy alone was so steamy, I was already dripping, begging for a release from him. I watched his face contort with pleasure, as he sunk deeply inside of me for the first time, sinking into my core.

He passionately pushed me onto my belly, for a spread eagle release that rocked me, uprooting my energy centers as he told me how delicious it felt to be inside of me.

The rest was a blur of explosive pleasure. I remember the feel of his hands on my skin, tracing my spine and massaging as he thrust inside of me. I remember the way he whispered filthy, sweet nothings in my ear, and wishing I remembered his name. And I especially remember the way I exploded with pleasure at first penetration, him expanding me more and more with each thrust.

Afterwards, we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the sounds of the party fading into the distance. I knew I’d never forget this moment, this stranger who had walked into my life and turned it upside down even for just awhile, to compete with the heat of July.

Just like a firework display, where sparks fly, flooding the senses. The most explosive moments were fleeting, while pleasurable and euphoric. You may never see those sparks ever again – not in the same way, or the same fashion. As with every Fourth of July, my body surged with an explosive joy; fleeting, unrepeatable, and fully alive in the moment.

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At least, her home was a sanctuary. A true home, where she could hang her hat and expect warmth and comfort. After tumbling through Excel spreadsheets and unnecessary meetings all week long, she was finally able to leave her baggage at the door. Except this time, she struggled to let go.

Wine-Soaked Wind Down – Time to Unwind

She dropped her bags and heavy coat at the door, and sighed deeply, sinking into herself. Collecting herself for a moment, she aimlessly kicked off her shoes and traipsed over to the nearest reading chair, closest to the foyer. Madelyn’s loving partner, Gena, emerged from the kitchen with a smile on her face.

Madelyn grinned her first grin in what felt like weeks. “Christ–rough day?” Gena asked, with a look of growing concern. Madelyn’s face fell slightly; though mildly bemused. Gena could read her like a book.

Madelyn breathed yet another deep release of a sigh. “Wine… please,” she eked out. Immediately Gena understood the assignment bestowed upon her: Soothing Madelyn’s frazzled nerves so she can release herself into the weekend.

As Madelyn immolated in her anxiety-induced tizzy, it seemed like only moments flashed before Gena emerged with a large plate of snacks–charcuterie, fruit, and Madelyn’s favorite cheeses with a bottle of wine. Quickly, her dissociation turned into lucidity, excited to get a soothing bite of the 10-year gouda she was already looking forward to enjoying.

A Bottle Meant For Pleasure

“I’ve been saving this bottle, but there couldn’t be a better time to drink it,” Gena states authoritatively as she begins pouring glasses.

“Drink,” she then commands, slipping the drink into Madelyn’s hands. This wasn’t a command she even needed to make. Madelyn was more than ready to imbibe; inhaling the aroma wafting up from the glass. “Quite a nose,” Madelyn giggled. She then took a sip, allowing the rich flavors to wash over her, marking the beginning of the transition from the shackles of the office.

As they chatted and unpacked the day, Madelyn’s frazzled nerves slowly transitioned into exhausted, but joyful vibes. After a few bites of cheese and olives, she felt herself melt into the evening, pouring back into herself. The tension of the week began to wash away as she connected once again with her beautiful partner, Gena.

Gena sat beside her, gently massaging Madelyn’s shoulders. The tension began to seep out of her body as Rachel’s fingers worked their magic. Madelyn closed her eyes, feeling her surroundings fall around her. Tension turned loose, and Madelyn finally felt like she escaped her hell week.

As she sunk into the massage-induced haze, the wine began intensifying her feelings. The warmth spread through her body, and her thoughts grew hazy. She felt Gena’s hands warming her cool arms; her touch sending shivers down Madelyn’s spine.

Speechless Shiver Immersion

Without a word, Gena pulled Madelyn into her, pulling her head back and giving her soft kisses. The kiss was gentle, but it sparked something deep within Madelyn. One spark turned into another, and she began to turn the pleasure of relaxation into something more passionate. As she opened her eyes, her gaze locked with Gena, fanning the flames of desire between them both.

“I love your wine-drunk kisses, “ Gena smirked. Madelyn giggled, feeling like a princess in her arms.

The wine glass was soon forgotten, left to teeter on the edge of the coffee table as Madelyn wrapped her arms around Gena’s waist. Their lips smoothly melted together, the kiss growing more intense with each passing moment.

Gena’s hands smoothed over Madelyn’s body, stroking her skin, as she removed her top. Madelyn’s fingers tangled in Rachel’s hair, pulling at the roots just a little, as she pushed harder into their passionate, wine-soaked lip lock.

A Perfect Wine Pairing

As Madelyn’s stresses eased, the pair began to find the plane of existence where troubles melt away. Their wine-fueled desire quickly became a flurry of passion, right in their living room.

Gena joyfully revealed more of Madelyn’s skin, kissing along her body and exploring her curves, beginning with soft kisses along her neck. Madelyn moaned with joy, her body responding to Gena’s touch. The wine-soaked haze clouded her mind, and all she could perceive in this moment was the growing passion unfolding between herself and Gena.

Gena’s lips trailed down Madelyn’s neck once again. While doing so, she plunged her fingers between Madelyn’s legs, stimulating her engorged bud through her panties. Those satin panties became more fully soaked with every stroke of Gena’s fingers, as she moaned into Gena’s mouth. Madelyn’s nipples hardened, puffy and aching for attention. Naturally, Gena obliged, her fingers tweaking them gently, as she leaned down to take one into her mouth.

The room became a blur, the only sound was the heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. Madelyn’s body was on fire, her passion and desire fully ignited. Gena slipped off Madelyn’s panties, finally plunging her fingers deep inside of her as she gasped with surprised pleasure.

Gena became more commanding as she nibbled Madelyn’s neck. She was not at all worried about her own pleasure–she needed Madelyn to have a bombastic release by her hand. Stripping Madelyn bare, Gena dropped down to her knees, between Madelyn’s legs. “I’m taking care of you tonight. I don’t even want you to think,” Gena growled, as she laid her head against her stomach, nails raking up her thighs. “You’re mine.”

Wine-Soaked Wind Down

Madelyn nodded, gazing upon Gena’s face as she pulled Madelyn down by the hops, bringing her soft, now soaking pussy towards her face. “I’m certain you’re an pairing with this wine,” Gena breathed before she began lapping at her fully exposed core. Gena took her time, allowing her tongue to savor every bit of–now dripping–lover with the taste of wine still remaining on her lips.

Gena looked up briefly, “my, you are an excellent pairing with this wine.”

Now writhing with pleasure, Madelyn’s giggled turned into deep moans, with Gena’s swirling tongue. Every swirl and suckle disconnected her further from the world around her. Her mind was no longer worried about that screaming match she had this week–no, she was fully immersed in her lover’s wine-soaked lips, fully lapping up her flowing juices.

Just then, Gena decided to push Madelyn into overdrive, sliding her fingers deeply inside of her with ease. Already putty in her hands, Madelyn cried out, completely losing all her inhibitions and tensions with one long, booming wail. Gena made one last push for Madelyn to explode, plunging her fingers as deeply as possible, moving in time with the lapping of her tongue.

Lost in the passion, Madelyn gave Gena the release she was waiting to see. She melted into her face as she came down from the climax. She needed that moment–that release!–to ground herself back into reality, into her life, and into what really matters the most.

The wine bottle, now empty and forgotten, served its intended purpose. Gena completed the assignment, ensuring now that Madelyn was no longer overtaken by her stresses. Those stresses were simply released onto the floor, into the ethers, and washed away by wine and rain.

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My hammock was a bit of a splurge, but I think it was worth it. Now that my peach tree is full of the sweet scent of ripening fruit, I find myself here most evenings simply spending time with myself. My lush, quiet neighborhood sinks into the evening, as the air cools and gives us a bit of a reprieve from the heat. It’s easy to fall asleep here, listening to the rustling leaves from the gentle breeze washing over myself and my garden.

My garden hammock has become my sanctuary.

And each evening I spend here, in my hammock, I drift off into joyous thoughts and memories. This time, as I sink into a delicious haze I wasn’t prepared to uncover. This time, I dream about the last person to make my heart race.

I missed her–Anna. She often haunts my thoughts as I drift off to sleep, when my mind is unencumbered by my daily stresses. I missed the way she made me laugh, the way she touched me, and how passionately she loved me with every bit of light inside of her.

As I lay there, the warmth of the sun seeping into my soul, my thoughts began to simmer. Blissfully, I imagined her gentle fingers gently caressing my curves, her soft lips gently kissing the back of my neck. The sweet nothings she’d whisper sunk into me like the most satisfying bite of the perfect peach. As my heart rate began to elevate, without thought, my hands began to wander, as if searching for the feeling Anna once left me.

Under My Peach Tree, My Hammock Beckons

As I lay in my hammock, with my eyes closed, I began to lose awareness of what’s around me. My arousal is only accented by the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves of my tree, and the occasional car driving through my neighborhood. I began to touch myself, trying to emulate the feeling Anna would leave me.

Being so vulnerable to the gaze of passersby only entered my mind in fleeting moments. It added to the thrill. Giggling to myself, I pushed the thoughts away, to focus on my building sensations and on my thoughts of Anna’s presence.

As my fantasies grew more vivid

I began to think of her body pressed against mine. Feeling each of her curves along my bare skin, as she reaches for my hips. I imagine her hands roaming my body, sending shivers down my spine, teasing my nipples and caressing me slowly, dipping into my warmth as if it was a delectable and sweet jar of honey.

Surprisingly, my arousal continued to grow. With my hand now stroking my engorged clitoris over my underwear, I knew I wasn’t going to go back. Even the sounds of nature faded into the background of my fantasies, as I began to grind my hips to the rhythm of my fingers. I was preparing for Anna to consume me whole.

Fully immersed in my fantasies, my haze only continued to blur the lines between fantasy and reality, as I slipped my hands into my warmth. I’m only thinking of Anna’s fingers…

Even my beautiful garden began to fade into the background, as I dove deeper into the fantasy of Anna and I being the only two people in existence, building each other’s pleasure. I see her eyes curled into a smile as my arousal begins to peek, remembering her filthy dirty talk. Oh, Anna, I’m am very good girl today. Just for you.

My fingers moved with a life of their own, as if possessed with Anna, herself. They stroked, teased, probed and penetrated me into budding pleasure, intending to cause a full explosion. As tension in my body built, I moved my fingers even faster, trying my best to hold back the moans, even though I was in my own garden. On the precipice of release, I finally allowed an orgasm to wash over me. An orgasm that launches me just to the edge of reality.

As I came down from the euphoria of the orgasm, I slid my fingers into myself, penetrating deeply as if I needed to cool down from a workout. I settled myself down once again, finding the sun meeting my hazy glaze. Nature begins to unfold before me, once again. I hear the birds calling. I hear the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze, as I lay under my peach tree with my skin still flushed from indulgent pleasure.

For a moment, I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my fantasy.

Satisfied, I looked around and found there were still no observers. I laid back into my hammock, to enjoy my own afterglow. While I recovered from such an explosive fantasy, I laid back gently. I enjoyed the feeling of warmth of the sun on my skin once more.

I glanced up at the peach tree, its branches heavy with ripening fruit. Just because we couldn’t be together right now, didn’t mean I couldn’t think about her from time to time–did it? I smiled, knowing that Anna would love the sweet juiciness of my peaches, just as she loved my sweet taste of pleasure.

As I walked back to my small cottage, nestled among the trees, I felt a sense of pleasure and joy washing over me. I looked back at my peach tree, the center of my garden, knowing that now we share some naughty secrets.

And who knows? Maybe we’ll share more naughty secrets together. Maybe next time, I won’t be alone under my peach tree.

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