A Sorta Fairytale
Genre: Erotic/ Contemporary
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: January 6th, 2015
Word Count: 58,000
I have my own sorta fairytale.
Only thing is that it’s with two people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.
You grin. “Mhm.”
“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”
You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”
I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What are you thinking?”
I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”
Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”
I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?”
“Sssh,” you whisper.
Sucking in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet lick from you and a moan from me.
I think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
My body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder.
“That’s right, Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know.
For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me.
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