PATIENT LEE’S AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Patient Lee- Author of Erotic Realism. LGBT and straight stories about regular people.
Erotic Realism- stories based in reality, infusing the mundane with the erotic. PL doesn’t write about billionaires or presidents, nobility or celebrities. She writes stories about real people inspired by the real people she sees around her. She writes about depressed teenagers, blue-collar workers, teachers and custodians, the middle-class, people living in trailer parks or in campgrounds, crab fishermen and college students.
Her ideas come from a variety of sources– an overheard sentence (a student declaring “I have tasty fingers!” in the middle of class became “The Side Effect.”), a song, an announcement (“Come with a friend and save two dollars!”). She selects the kink for the story based on what best works with the characters, which is the main reason for the variety of tales. The other, of course, is her short attention span caused by raising children and teaching high school.
Patient Lee’s work reflects the duality of her nature. Regular, boring job, quiet, laid-back disposition, but lustful and sensuous in the bedroom. Her stories often deal with unpleasant themes- depression, bullying, environmental issues, natural disasters- but in a manner that leaves the reader uplifted, hopeful, and satisfied.
PL works full-time and has a husband and three children. She writes when she can, sometimes balancing the laptop on her knees and a cat on her chest. She enjoys her seasonal camp site that overlooks a beautiful creek in the mountains. In the summer, she spends many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.
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SEASONS OF LESBIAN EROTICA
Fighting Fire with Fire:
My heart pounded in my chest. Now or never, Krista. Just tell her you liked it. Tell her before you are so deep in the friend zone, the opportunity never comes up. FUCKING TELL HER.
“I liked it,” I blurted. My face was red with embarrassment. I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.
“What?” She looked confused, as if I were speaking Chinese.
“I liked it when you kissed me.” My words were a whisper. I looked at my pizza. I couldn’t meet her eyes. “It’s all I could think about this week. It’s just . . . .”
“I’ve never done this before, you know, with a woman.” There. I said it.
She was silent. After a moment, I finally dared to glance at her. The look on her face made me laugh out loud. Her jaw was half-way to her chest, and her eyebrows were so tightly knit together, it had to hurt. “Wait. What?”
Instead of answering, I took both of our plates and put them on the floor, and before she could question me again, I put my hands on the side of her face and pulled her to me. When our mouths met, our teeth smashed together, causing both of us to wince in pain. “Ow!” She brought her hand to her mouth. “That hurt!” We laughed, but only for a moment. “Gently this time,” she said as she closed her eyes.
Our lips met again, softly and sweetly. This was the kiss I’d dreamt of all week. My lips brushed hers over and over, and when her tongue probed past my teeth, that familiar spasm shot through me. Her hands enlaced my hair, keeping me there, anchoring the kiss. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, making me shiver. My hands went to her shoulders as the kiss went on. It had been years since Kyle and I had kissed with passion like this, and I was making up for it right now with Nicky.
I gasped when her hand touched my breast through my tee-shirt. She pulled back and looked at me with alarm on her face. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be.” With a wicked grin, I grabbed both of her tits, surprising both of us with my boldness. “Mmm . . . those are nice,” I said, still grinning.
“Krista, are you sure about this?” Instead of answering, I tweaked her nipples through her shirt. She gave a yelp. “Really? This is how you want to play it?” She laughed into my mouth as she kissed me again. When I was sufficiently distracted, she grabbed the bottom of my tee-shirt and pulled it over my head. I could tell she’d practiced this move because I didn’t see it coming until the shirt passed where our mouths were locked together, and I got a mouthful of cotton. I sat in my pale pink bra, feeling stunned.
“Hey! That was sneaky!” I said. She hesitated, checking to see if I was upset. I let her wonder for a split second, and then I kissed her again. All lips, no tongue this time. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra while I kissed her and then pulled away to recline against the arm of the couch and let the straps fall down my arms.
“You are fucking beautiful,” she said. She pulled her own shirt and bra off before crawling toward me, her heavy breasts swinging under her as she approached. I reached for them, cupping them in my hands. Her nipples were long, and I needed them in my mouth. I looked in her eyes, and she understood my need. She crawled closer, leaning into me, bringing her breast to my open mouth. I sucked her nipple between my lips, first gently and then with more urgency. My tongue circled that hard nub of flesh until she moaned, and then I nipped at it with my lips. “Suck those tits, baby,” she said. I switched to the other one, making her moan even louder.
“How am I doing?” I asked with my mouth still full of her tit.
“This cannot be your first time,” she said in between moans. “My god, you do this just the way I like it.” She arched her back, knocking my head into the wall next to the couch while she did.
“Ow!” It was my turn to yelp.
“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said. I rubbed my head where it had bumped.
She paused. “Do you think you’d like to come in the bedroom with me? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I mean, if you think I’m rushing—”
“I’m thirty-two years old, Nicky. I just wasted three years married to an asshole. I haven’t had sex in a year and a half. I need this. Now.”
She stood, grinning like a fool, and held out her hand to help me up. I followed her to the front of the camper to her bedroom. As she walked, she stripped off the rest of her clothes. I did the same.
She was taller and curvier than I. Her long, dark hair swished against her back while she walked. Her hips were full and womanly. Very sexy. My figure was boyish compared to hers. I wondered if she liked that because she was a lesbian. You jump to that conclusion? Judgmental bitch.
Lesbian. “The L-word.” I’d been contemplating that one all week. I pushed it out of my mind. She pulled the covers back on the bed. She turned to me, and we looked each other up and down. I giggled and fought the urge to cover myself. I’d never been so carefully appraised, and it terrified and thrilled me, all at the same time.
“Lay on your back,” she said. “I’m going to rock your world.” I took a deep breath and did just what she told me. She knelt next to me, running her hand over my skin, tickling here and there, running her palms over my nipples and pubic hair. “I’m glad you’re not shaved completely. I like a little hair down there.”
She leaned over me and kissed my nipples. “I don’t have much to work with there,” I said. I was self-conscious, envious of her curves.
She stopped and looked me in the eye. “Don’t ever apologize for your body. You are beautiful.” I tried to interrupt, but she extinguished my attempts with her lips, not allowing me to speak. When her fingers slipped between my pussy lips, I stopped trying. “Oh, baby. You are so wet for me,” she said.
“Mm-hmm,” I said through closed lips. She continued tonguing my nipples for a moment while her fingers explored my pussy. From my opening all the way up to my clit, she rubbed, poked, and swirled. “That feels so good.”
Her mouth left my breasts and trailed downward. Lips and tongue traced a line down my sternum to my belly. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and I shivered. She looked me in the eye and gave a soft laugh. “Ticklish, huh?” I nodded. “Good to know.” Her grin took an evil turn and she lowered her head over my mid-section.
“Ouch!” She bit me! Just below my belly where it meets my hip.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she said. She kissed the same spot over and over before moving lower, to my pubic hair.
“Oh. You’re making it all better now.” My body trembled with anticipation. I gripped the bedsheet with both hands, trying to steady myself.
“Spread your legs, baby.” As I parted them, she took me by the ankles and bent my knees. Then her hands went to the inside of my thighs, and she pushed them farther apart. She looked at me with a serious expression and said, “Is this okay?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“But do you want it? I don’t want you to regret—”
“I want you,” I said. “Please.”
She smiled and said, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Her head dropped between my legs, and I felt her tongue touch my wet flesh for the first time.
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OUT: FIVE STORIES OF EROTIC GAY SELF-DISCOVERY
Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes:
“Carson, we both gotta be more careful. These guys bust on all the greenhorns, but they have never said anything to me about being gay the whole eleven years I been fishin’. They musta noticed your reaction that first day when Chip called you a faggot or somethin’. They might suspect that you’re gay, but they can’t know about me. It would ruin my life. Alls I got is fishin’.”
“I know. I’m trying not to even look at you when they’re around,” he said. He lowered his voice and looked at the floor. “It’s hard not to though. You are so . . .”
My cock got hard fast, startlin’ me. God. When was the last fuckin’ time I had sex? Over a year ago. Christ. It was right before I left Seattle for Opies last year. It was that guy I met at my sister’s thirtieth birthday party. We’d went up to her room after she cut the cake, and . . .
I looked into Carson’s blue eyes, but my eyes dropped right to his lap. He was hard too, and he was huge. The urge to kneel between his legs and suck him off was powerful. I reached to adjust my own hard-on, and I wondered if the other guys had even left the bar yet. “Oh, man. We can’t do this,” I said. I leaned my head into my hands. “Eleven years of crab fishin’ with nobody knowin’. I can’t.”
Greenhorn made the first move. He sat next to me on my bunk and put his hands in my hair. He slid them into my beard and pulled me toward him. I opened my mouth before his lips touched mine, and I slipped my arm around his shoulders. I ran my other palm along his stubble like I wanted to that first time we sat in this room talkin’. I smiled because it tickled, but kept kissin’ him anyway.
“Okay,” I whispered between kisses. “Maybe just a little kissin’.”
He moaned into my mouth and dropped one hand into my lap. I gasped when I felt his hand wrap around my cock. I was wearing loose sweats to sleep in, and he got a good grip right from the start. After three or four pumps of his fist, I could feel the wet spot on my pants from the pre-cum.
He slipped his hand into my pants, and I swore that I was gonna shoot right there when his smooth palm slid down the length of me. I moaned and adjusted my hips so that I could pull my sweats down around my ankles. His hand was as soft as it looked. Not calloused, like mine.
Carson got to his knees in front of me. I wanted to stop him. I had to tell him it was a bad idea. That we’d both get thrown off the boat if anybody walked in and saw us. I couldn’t make my mouth form the words in time though. His blue eyes looked up at me, and alls I could do was put my hands in his hair and hope the guys were still sittin’ at the table in the bar, gettin’ plastered and startin’ a fight. He smiled around my cock and started to blow me.
At first, he just sucked, letting his head bob into my lap. I forgot how warm and wet a mouth felt on my cock. Then he licked up and down my shaft, over and over while he sucked me. I shuddered. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out long.
Over a fuckin’ year. It’d just been too long since the last time my dick was in somebody’s mouth.
He was a good cocksucker. Skilled for a young guy. He could take me all the way to the back of his mouth, and still stick out his tongue to lick my balls. His hands caressed my thighs and my ass cheeks while his tongue traced circles around the mushroom at the top.
My hips bucked, and I mussed his hair up while I held onto his head. I pumped in time with his suction, and my balls tightened up.
“Oh, my god, kid,” I said, trying to be quiet. “I ain’t gonna last much longer.”
I was groanin’ while I was talkin’, and at that moment, I didn’t give a fuck who knew. I needed to blow, and I was gonna do it right in the greenhorn’s mouth.
“Oh, man. Here it comes. I’m gonna come!” I said that way too loud, but I couldn’t help it. His mouth was so warm, and his tongue knew just how to pull the cum out of my dick. “Ung. Fuck. Ohmygod. Don’t stop. Ohmygod.”
I held onto his head until my dick stopped twitchin’, and he’d sucked the last drop outta my nuts. I ruffled his hair again, and finally relaxed. I watched my cock slide out from between his lips.
“Oh, man. You are good at that,” I said as I tried to get up to fix myself. “C’mon. Hurry. It’s your turn. Get those pants down before they get back,” I said, pullin’ myself off the bunk. He was grinnin’ like a fool as he got to his feet.
He slipped his pants down to his knees, and I smiled when I saw that he was uncut. I’d had a coupla guys before who were uncircumcised, and they were a treat. I loved to play with the foreskin, pullin’ it with my lips and tickling the super-sensitive head underneath all that skin with my tongue.
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MRS. MAITLAND’S SAD VALENTINE
A dirty excerpt before Brad meets Mrs. Maitland
Brad arrived at the bowling alley just after seven o’clock. He looked around for his buddy Kris, who was already set up and ready to play. He was pouring Miller Lite into clear plastic cups when Brad tossed his jacket on a hard plastic chair.
“Hey, man. What’s goin’ on?” Brad asked.
“Not too much. Did you see the girls on your way in?”
“No. I thought they’d be here later,” Brad said.
“Me too, but Jenny got off work early. She brought Tanya with her. They ran to the ladies’ room. You’ll like Tanya,” he said. He lowered his voice and put the back of his hand alongside his mouth. “Huge tits, and she’ll be offering to blow ya after two beers.” He raised a cup as a toast to slutty girls and took a swig.
“Nice,” Brad said. He hadn’t been with a girl for a long time. He had gone to school with plenty of girls that were known for using their oral abilities to boost their popularity, but he never had much to offer in return. He wondered what this girl’s motivation might be. He wasn’t going to ask.
As he tied his bowling shoes, Brad turned to see the girls approaching. He hadn’t met Tanya before, and she was a pleasant surprise. Short, spiky, dark hair, pretty face, nice, tight body with the big boobs Kris had promised. Definitely a pleasant surprise, he thought. He didn’t realize he was staring until she spoke.
“Oh, uh, hi,” he stammered, blushing. Fortunately, Kris saved him by putting a beer in each of their hands and announcing that Tanya would bowl first. Tanya stepped up to grab a bright orange ball, almost slipping in the rented bowling shoes.
“I totally suck at this,” she called over her shoulder. “Just warnin’ ya.”
“And I totally don’t care.” Brad fixed his eyes firmly on her ass as she bent and launched the ball. She remained frozen in that position, watching the ball as rolled toward the gutter. “Good one,” he called to her, but under his breath, he muttered, “Good view, anyway.”
Brad stepped up behind Tanya for her second ball and offered his assistance. He put his hands on her hips and told her where to aim. Holding her arm, he demonstrated how she should roll the ball, allowing his hand to graze her ass while he made his point. When he leaned forward, closer to her body, he could smell the heady scent of lavender in her hair. He resisted the urge to scoop her body into his before she launched her second ball. This time, she hit two pins, which caused her to jump up and down with her arms raised in victory on her way back to her seat.
As Brad watched her breasts bouncing in celebration, he thought, “My god, I love bowling.”
After the eighth frame and the second pitcher, Tanya announced she was going outside to smoke. “You coming with?” she asked Brad. They grabbed their jackets and headed out into the chilly night. Tanya lit her cigarette and offered it to Brad.
“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”
“I keep saying I’m going to quit, but I never do,” she said.
“C’mon,” Brad said. “Let’s walk a little.”
He took her hand and led her around the side of the building. There was an Applebee’s restaurant facing that side, and they continued to walk to the back side of the building where it was darker. Tanya finished her cigarette and crushed it under her left Ugg.
“What are we doing back here, Brad?” Tanya asked. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.”
“Well, I’ve had a couple of beers, so I needed some air.”
He looked down at her, trying to catch a glimpse down her top, but she held her leather jacket tightly around her. “Are you checking me out, Brad?” she asked with a smile.
“May-be.” He flashed a flirty smile. He stepped closer to her, backing her into the cold brick. Placing his palm against the wall, he leaned in to kiss her. She tipped her head back to meet his kiss, opening her mouth to accept his tongue, and she reached her arms up around his neck. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his body.
He brought his hand to the side of her face and then allowed it to slide down to cup her breast. His tongue probed her mouth. His erection pressed into her stomach. He wondered if what Kris had said about the blowjobs was true.
As the kiss deepened, her hand slid from his hip to his fly, feeling the bulge forming there. “Does this guy need some air too?”
Brad chuckled at her corny question. “That’s why we’re back here. I didn’t want the families coming out of Applebee’s seeing you touching me there.”
She giggled and fumbled with his belt. “Whatcha doin’?” he asked with a grin.
“Nuthin’,” she answered with an even bigger smile as she pulled down his zipper.
“Need some help?” He unfastened the button on his jeans and reached out to stroke her cheek.
She reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock, hard and ready. Brad knew it was just your everyday, average, white-boy dick, but Tanya put on a good show of telling him how big it was. The beer let her words stroke his ego.
A chilly, late October breeze swept the dried leaves over the pavement in the parking lot. Brad shivered as the chill crept into his open pants. “I bet it’s nice and warm in your mouth.”
Instead of answering, Tanya crouched down in front of him and took him into her mouth. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, as if to ask, “Better?”
“Oh, yeah. Nice and warm.”
Ten minutes later, Tanya wiped her mouth with her sleeve and tucked Brad back into his pants. He helped her to her feet before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. On the way back into the bowling alley, he thought, I should give her a call sometime. A nice thought, but he never asked for her number.
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He mounted her from the top. As he slid his cock in and out of her, he asked the question that always made her blush and avoid answering. “What do you fantasize about?”
She gave her standard answer: “A massage on the beach in Tahiti. You know, in one of those little huts over the water?” She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts.
“No. Really. I want you to tell me. What do you think about when you masturbate?”
“Yes, you do,” he said. “I can smell your pussy on your fingers when you do.”
“What? You never said anything about that!” She smacked his shoulder, grateful for the darkness hiding her red cheeks.
“I don’t mention it. I enjoy knowing you’ve been enjoying yourself.”
“Oh, my god. I am so embarrassed to have this conversation.” She tried to roll away from him.
Kevin held her down by the shoulders. He kept his cock buried in her pussy and looked into her eyes. “Amy, I’ve loved you for twenty-five years. Please trust me. It excites me to know what excites you.”
“No buts. Fantasies are fantasies. They’re not meant to be played out.” There was a long pause as he continued to fuck his wife in silence. “Do you want to know what I fantasize about?” he asked in a quiet, husky voice.
She nodded and continued to rock her hips into him.
“When I’m jerking off in the shower or whatever, I fantasize about watching you have sex with another guy.”
“Seriously?” He had often made jokes about inviting one of her girlfriends for a threesome, but there was none of the familiar teasing in his voice. “You think about me having sex with another man? Any man in particular?”
“Not really.” He shrugged. “I have imagined many times how wicked hot it would be to watch you go down on another guy. I don’t see his face in this image though.”
Amy took a sharp breath and shuddered. Kevin continued fucking her for a moment before pulling out of her and putting his head back between her legs. He licked her pussy while she digested what he said.
“But … But … Wouldn’t that make you jealous?” she half-asked, half-moaned.
“It’s a fantasy, not a plan,” he said, sounding a little like Daffy Duck with his tongue against her clit. “Think about it with me. Imagine yourself on your knees in front of him, sucking him off.”
Amy took a deep breath and tried to relax. “And what are you doing while I’m blowing some faceless man?” she asked, finally playing along.
“I suppose I’d start by watching from the sidelines.” He chuckled. “Well, watching and jerking off, that is.”
“Where are you sitting?”
“In a chair, off to the side. I can see his cock sliding in and out of your mouth that way.”
“Are we naked?”
He paused before replying. “It’s hot either way. What do you think?”
Amy closed her eyes and tried to picture the scene in front of her. Finally she replied, “I think I’m naked and both of you have your clothes on. He can stick his cock out of his fly for me.”
It was getting too difficult to talk while licking Amy’s pussy, so he lay down next to her. “Get on top of me. I want to play with your tits while we talk.”
Amy pushed the image the next step further as she sat down with his cock piercing her pussy. “So, am I just blowing this mystery man? Or will there be some fucking involved?”
He laughed. “I don’t usually get to that part, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh.” There was a long silence. Amy closed her eyes while Kevin tweaked her nipples.
“Ok, my love. Your turn. Spill it.”
“Please don’t make me. I’m so embarrassed.” She leaned her head back to avoid eye contact.
“Roll over. Don’t look at me. Just whisper it.” Amy rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow. Kevin propped himself up and began to massage the knots from Amy’s shoulders and neck. After several minutes of silent rubbing, he asked again, “What do you fantasize about?” Amy paused, and Kevin was just about to give up. He heard a muffled whisper coming from the pillow. “I didn’t hear you, Honey. Say it again.” His voice was a whisper.
Her voice was as soft as his. “I fantasize about having sex with another woman.”
Kevin stopped in his tracks and did a double take. “Are you serious?”
“C’mon. I’m embarrassed enough,” she wailed into her pillow. “Don’t make fun of me!”
“I’m not making fun.” He shook his head in disbelief. Could this possibly be the same woman who would cover her eyes during a girl-on-girl scene when they watched Spice Channel porn together all those years ago? “Are we talking about oral sex here?”
“Are you giving or receiving in this fantasy?”
Another long pause. “Both.”
“Holy shit! That is wicked hot.” He pictured his naked, slightly prudish wife kneeling between the legs of a faceless woman with a clean-shaven pussy. In his vision, Amy’s long, curly hair flowed across her back. Her smooth buttocks were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her sex. The fingers on her left hand separated the woman’s pussy lips while the middle finger on her right hand slid in and out of her. Amy’s tongue dipping gently into her pussy, and—
“Sorry, Hon. I got lost in that image. Wow. I’m— ”
“You’re what? Shocked?” Her voice had an angry edge.
“Pleasantly shocked. That is wicked hot. I’m glad you told me.” He put his hands on her hips, and pulled Amy to her knees. “Think about licking her pussy while I fuck you. Rub your clit too.”
“Should I lick the pillow while I’m at it?” Her tone turned sarcastic.
“Nah. Just picture it with me.” He slid his cock inside her.
She moaned and started rubbing her clit in tight circles. The tension had been building since Kevin’s first text at the meeting, and she knew it wouldn’t to take much to make her come. She imagined her hands on the mystery woman’s thighs and the musky smell coming from her pussy. A surge of pleasure stabbed from her clit through her stomach, and she moaned louder.
Kevin held on to her ass as he slid his cock in and out of her soaked pussy. He spanked her twice on each cheek and said, “You are such a wicked bad girl, licking pussy like that.”
Amy flinched when his hand made contact. “I am bad. I need a spanking because I’m so bad.” Kevin’s pumping cock, the swirling of her fingers, the warm sting on her ass, and the image of licking another woman’s pussy pushed her right to the brink of orgasm. “I’m gonna come, Kevin. Spank me. I’m so bad.”
Smack, smack, smack. That was all it took. “I’m coming. I’m licking her pussy. She’s coming. I’m coming. Fuck me!”
Kevin held out until he heard Amy say, “She’s coming,” but that sent him over the edge too. Knowing that Amy was so caught up in this vision caused his balls to contract. He slammed his cock all the way inside of Amy’s canal and blasted his hot cum into her womb. He yelled incoherent sounds as his cock twitched and his body stiffened.
Finally they both relaxed, panting and enjoying the post-orgasmic high.
“That was wicked hot,” Amy said.
“Yes. Yes, it was,” Kevin replied. He kissed her, and they held each other until they fell asleep.
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Volume One Watching and Being Watched: QUICK & DIRTY
Collared in the Temple of Dendur:
That he held my arm was the only sign that we were at the museum together once we broke our kiss. We didn’t speak. I imagined that we looked more like colleagues than lovers. He carried a briefcase; I had a leather folio, perfect for note taking. Perhaps other museum visitors thought we were professor and student. Maybe boss and secretary. Certainly not two people about to fuck in the antechamber of the Temple of Dendur in New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I wanted to tell him I was nervous. That maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. What if someone saw us and knew what we were doing? What if a guard or a security camera caught sight of our lewd act in public? What if someone from his department saw us fucking in the museum exhibit? Wouldn’t it damage his reputation? He had much more to lose than I. I was screaming these questions in my head, but I wouldn’t make a sound without his permission. I had to be good and do what I was told, or he’d take my hand and march me right out of the museum. This was my fantasy, after all, and I had to earn its fulfillment.
At least, I thought it was my fantasy. When we discussed it, my wrists and ankles were bound tightly to his bed. He was teasing me with a feather that looked like a cat toy, and by the time I spewed it, I would have said anything just to get him to fuck me and let me come. “I want you to fuck me in public.” I surprised myself more than I surprised him. I didn’t know I had an exhibitionist streak in me, simmering below the surface, and at first, I thought I was offering this adventure solely for him. Making him happy had become my greatest pleasure, and I found myself submitting to his sexual desires and then making them my own.
Of course, being tied up probably had something to do with it as well.
We entered the antechamber to the temple, and he began to lecture, as though I were his student, dutifully taking notes of his scholarly observations. There were three other people in the structure with us, tourists, I guessed, and he pulled me to the corner near the front, talking about the inscriptions there as if studying them was our goal. He was tall enough to see over the partial wall at the front of the antechamber, and he could see most of the exhibit hall. The tourists exited, and there was a brief lull in the traffic in front of the temple.
Ammon stood behind me and bent to whisper in my ear, “Do not make a sound. Continue to write your notes as I speak until I tell you otherwise.”
I nodded and swallowed hard. My stomach was churning and my heart was pounding. I’d masturbated to this very scene over and over, and now it was happening, right here. His hand on my shoulder, providing the authoritative direction I craved, sent a flood of heat between my legs, and I knew I’d do exactly as he instructed.
He reached in front of me and unbuttoned my blazer. I felt naked when the cool air rushed through the lace of the bralette, turning my nipples to hard nubs. His warm hands caressed my breasts through the lace, and he rubbed his fingers over my nipples, moving the lace with them to stimulate my arousal.
The beginning of a moan escaped my throat, and his hands dropped to his sides. He paused his lecture, and said, “Perhaps we should get something to eat. I’m starving.”
My body stiffened with disappointment. I closed my eyes and forced myself to move my pen against the paper in my folio, ever the good student, not saying a word. After a moment, he said, “No. Dinner will wait.” His one hand returned to my breast while the other pointed to the inscription in front of me. When he leaned, I could feel his erection pressing into my back. I felt it twitch against my skin when a middle-aged couple entered the antechamber. He squeezed my nipple, testing to see if I could remain quiet.
I held my breath as his hand dropped from my breast to the hem of my skirt in the front. He lifted it enough to get his hand under the fabric and between my legs. “No panties,” he said, louder than was safe. “Good girl.” His approval made me flush with pleasure, as it always did.
The couple in the temple with us spoke a language I didn’t recognize, and I felt as though they stood right behind us, waiting their turn to see what was etched on the wall where we stood. They must have assumed that they’d find some important treasure there if this professor was giving private lessons to his conscientious student, who was writing each word with loving care. I gave a quiet sigh of relief when I realized that they probably didn’t understand what Ammon said. I saw them leave out of the corner of my eye.
He slipped his fingers between my lips, into my cunt. “Dripping wet, love. You want this, don’t you?” I nodded silently, and he moved his fingers to my clit. I fought to stay still, to wait for his attention to the erect nub. My pussy burned with the need to come, but I wouldn’t until he said it was time. That was our agreement. My hips wanted to move, but I stood as still as the replica of the Sphinx next to the temple, waiting for his instruction.
Instead, he moved his finger back to my opening, and pushed two fingers inside me, his fingertips brushing my G-spot. I craved movement, but I remained in place, screaming silently in my head, “Oh my god, just rub my fucking clit.” After six months of his training, I knew. The anticipation made the orgasm hotter and sweeter. It would be worth the wait.
He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them against my mouth. “Taste yourself, love,” he said, not bothering to whisper. We were alone in the temple for a moment. I parted my lips and sucked his fingers into my mouth. He spread his fingers so that one went to each side of my mouth, and I could taste the salty flavor of my own cunt spreading across my tongue. I licked them clean, sucking on them, trying to drive him to fuck me.
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Volume Two MILESTONES
Six erotic tales marking milestones in a relationship: Losing her virginity, engagement, wedding night, first pregnancy, divorce, and the death of a spouse.