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The cursor blinked on the blank page, he’d been staring at it for an eternity. It looked so sterile and cold; his mind was empty. The words he would choose had to be joyless and objective.

It wasn’t a rat race but a treadmill and he’d fallen into this job rather than followed his dream. He worked to pay for canvas and oils, paper and watercolours; his dream was to paint.

In the precious time when he was not working, he was painting. It was an unforgiving mistress and he had little time for anything else like friends or relationships.

In solitary moments like these when he felt lonely, he worried he would never meet that special person. Another painter or artist maybe, someone that understood what drove him. Looking around the anodyne office space, there was no chance of meeting anyone like that here.

Last week, he was twenty-four yet he still looked eighteen. This birthday was different, it was a number to be reckoned with. One more year and he would be the wrong side of twenty and that bothered him greatly. He hadn’t done anything that was truly meaningful to him except paint. He felt time was running out.

He opened the window to his personal e-mail.

RE: Your application to St. Bartholomew’s Art College.

It was meant to be another fortnight before he could put in his notice and leave. College was not for another six weeks.

He couldn’t wait six seconds.

In big bold letters in the largest pitch that would fit on the screen, he typed “I RESIGN.”

Without a single word, he got up and walked out for good.

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Hot and bothered, lying in bed, the flimsy linen curtains were no defence from the strong sun beaming into his room.

“Wake up sleepy head, you are meant to be helping me with my assignment.”

He never tired of hearing the soft burr of Lina’s Eastern European accent.

Opening a single bleary eye, she came into focus. She stood in the doorway in her usual house attire, a tight utilitarian white cotton top and tight cotton panties. Brilliant white, they made her pale skin and azure eyes shine. With her hands on her hips, she tried to impose herself with her slim perky body. Her fresh face was devoid of makeup and full of attitude. Those vermillion lips with that little ‘V’ at the top were pursed with determination.

He croaked and cleared his throat, “Okay, okay, give me a minute, just woken up.”

She raised her eyes at his gruff delivery and with a prompt about turn, she was gone. The soft sashay of her hips made her pert bottom wiggle as she walked out of view.

Getting comfortable again, he closed his eyes.

Seeing her like that, he was worried he might be asexual. He found her svelte tightly curved body alluring. Her generous breasts on such a slight frame were a marvel of evolution and genetic selection. It was her mind that really did it for him, she was smart, direct and witty.

Yet, their relationship was platonic and whether he wanted more than that occupied him for hours. This was a high stakes situation he found himself in, stuck between losing his only friend or gaining a lover.

He met Lina at one of those awkward ‘get to know you’ events at the student bar. He had to force himself to go, loneliness made him do it. He first clapped eyes on her standing in a corner, alone and holding a bottle of beer. Dressed in layers of sheer printed fabric standing with flimsy sandals, the word ‘kooky’ was made for her. She was people watching and her aloofness made her look interesting. He recognised her from his lectures and summoning up the courage, he approached her. It was hard work at first, he struggled with social interaction because he’d had so little practice.

It didn’t take too long to realise that Ethan had met a fellow traveller in life and a little lost by it all. The empathy they shared about their attitude to art made the rest of the bar disappear. They talked about anything and everything for hours until the bar closed and it was time to go home.

He felt a tug on his big toe.

“Come on, you promised you fucker!”

“Jeez Lina, I’ve just woken up, I…”

He smelt the pungent aroma of strong coffee as a mug was thrust into line of vision.

“Haven’t had a coffee? Come on Ethan, chop, chop. As you are, I draw you in pencil today.”

“Okay, Okay.”

“Five minutes fuckface!”

Again, he watched the tight buns of her behind sashay out of view.

It had been an intense few weeks, Lina had scared the pants off the other wannabes because she really was an original. She dressed with a devil-may-care attitude with a bohemian flair that played up to her heritage. Her fiercely held convictions gave her the appearance of being prickly. She couldn’t care less what people thought about her. Her potty mouth would make a sailor blush but she was also capable of eloquence and forethought. The mood simply had to take her, it was usually some crazy idea but she knew how to execute them.

Lina walked the walk and talked the talk.

She opened her account with her first piece of work, a social media art assignment. The brief was to use art as a medium to communicate with others.

She was immediately dismissive at the infantilism of it, he thought it was a precocious fit of pique. So she took a picture of a giant turd in the toilet bowl. He had to wonder how a petite girl like that could do such a spectacular defaecation.

“You give me a shit assignment, I give you an assignment of shit.”

Her words still tickled him now. Thing was, she got well over fifteen thousand hits on her page and polarised debate. Her steaming turd in the pan went all round the campus, everyone was talking about it so she duly got top marks. Her notoriety was well and truly established, not that she cared.

This was Lina’s house left to her by a deceased relative and he’d kind of fallen on his feet. The student house he found himself in turned out to be an animal house with a smattering of pretentious tossers. So he either didn’t get any sleep because of the noise or got bored to death when it was quiet.

Lina could burn a pan of boiling water so she made him a deal. He cooked in exchange for living there rent free; it was a fabulous arrangement. With a bottle of wine or two most evenings, they would stay up into the small hours sharing ideas and feelings until they stopped making sense and passed out.

Taking a sip of coffee, Lina loomed into view again. He could see the vexation in her face so he put the mug down.

Without warning, she pulled the duvet clean off the bed. In his effort to stay cool, he had availed himself of any underwear.

“Fuck! Lina!”

Peeved, he wasn’t going to cover up to protect his modesty. He wasn’t going to blush either, he’d done nothing wrong.

“Ooooh, Ethan, what are you doing to me?”

Her eyes were fixed on his groin, he couldn’t care less.

“Lina, that’s what happens when you are impatient.”

“And you think this is some kind of punishment for me? Why didn’t you tell me for such a skinny boy, you weren’t so skinny…”

She pointed to her groin, “...down there.”

Now he blushed and covered his embarrassment with his hands.

Lina laughed, “Okay, Mr. Big Penis, I draw you nude now. Is a still life.”

“Fuck! Lina no, everyone is going to see me, erm, nude.”

He knew if she played that Eastern European indifference card now, he was done for.

“Okay, I don’t care if you do or don’t. I know, if I had a penis like that, I would be very proud of it.”

“Bollocks,” he muttered under his breath.

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The wooden floor felt warm against his skin yet the cooler air at ground level felt refreshing. To help him in his pose; Lina had thrown down some large cushions to help his posture. On his side, she had been very particular as to how he would be arranged. First, it was very comfortable; second, it put his groin slap-bang in the middle of the golden ratio. The place in any picture where the eye is automatically drawn to.

She looked at his naked form. He was lean, wiry but athletic. The tight definition of his lean muscles were a challenge with only a thin pencil on paper to define. He was very pleasing on the eye but she had no idea how to proportion what was between his legs. She looked at it, it was made for someone bigger and stockier perhaps. She lingered on it for a moment thinking if she drew it as she saw it, it could be seen as pornographic - a fantasy penis.

She smiled. She would draw it like that because that’s what it was.

Her mind recalled when she first met Ethan, he made sure she got home safely. She found it gallant and charming. At her door, he thanked her for lovely evening, said goodbye and left. At the time, she expected he would want something in return, now she wished he did. Initially, she dismissed it that he just wasn’t into girls. Having got to know him better, she questioned that judgement. Yet, here he was before her and completely naked without a care in the world.

“Okay, now I draw the pubic hair and Mr. Big Penis. Don’t move.”

“Christ Lina, I’ve been here ages.”

She looked up from her board, “Oh, you have place to go?”

“No…”

She smiled, “Okay, we play a game. It’s a quiz.”

Ethan sighed defeatedly, “Okay.”

Lina saw his reply as a challenge, “No, it’s a good game, let’s see how experienced and knowledgeable you are.”

She eased out a contented smile as she watched his face perk up.

“Okay but I get to ask questions too.”

“Yes of course Ethan but you have to answer my questions honestly. I will do the same.”

“Hey, it’s me.”

Lina had a doubtful look on her face.

“Okay easy one, do you know what BDSM is?”

“ Bondage , Discipline , Domination , Submission , Sadism and Masochism .”

Lina put her pen down and clapped, “Very good. People forget there are two D’s and two S’s.”

“Oh, ask that question a lot do we?”

Lina giggled, “Not all the time. Just people that I think know the answer and what it means.”

He smiled, “Trust me, I have some idea. Okay, my turn, what is a sapiosexual?”

“Easy, someone who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature in someone.”

“Bugger.”

Lina laughed.

“Okay, Ethan, what is does CD and TV stand for?”

“Christ on a bike Lina, Cross-dresser and Transvestite.”

She looked up from her drawing, “You know you would look good dressed as one. You have the slim body and the high cheekbones. I think you would be very convincing.”

He laughed, “Now you come to mention it…”

Lina giggled too.

“Ok, Lina, I’m upping my game; what is troilism?”

Lina smiled and put her pencil down, “It’s getting turned on by watching your partner have sex with someone else. That sounds like fun. Do you know when a woman likes seeing her man do that she is called a cuckquean?”

To the sounds of her giggling, Ethan nodded, “I did. Kudos to you.”

There was a look in Lina eyes, they looked wilder and her cheeks were rosy. This was something he’d never seen before.

“What’s up Lina?”

“I’m wondering if this is your ribald English sense of humour or something more.”

“Well, if it was, would I be lying here stark bollock naked? It would be kinda obvious, y’know?”

She was less than convinced and looked at him inscrutably, “Mmm, unless you are good at hiding it. I have one more for you.”

“Shoot.”

“What is Acomoclitism?”

He pondered for a moment as Lina put her drawing board down and sat up. Leaning forward to watch him, she could see his mind whirring through those bright hazel eyes.

“Nope, you’ve got me. No idea.”

Standing up, she moved slowly towards him. It was difficult to know where to put his eyes. Still in her tight white and eminently practical underwear, something was different. He tried looking into her eyes but the two prominent nubs of her breasts poking through her top made that impossible.

He couldn’t look up or he would ruin the pose. All he could see now were her shins and calves,

“Lina, what are you do…”

Her practical pants suddenly appeared around her ankles and she stepped out of them.

“…ing?”

“Look up Ethan.”

He was face-to-face with her bare pink sex. It looked puffy, a little swollen. Her fine lips were exposed and moist. It was completely smooth and devoid of hair.

“Acomoclitism is a sexual preference for genitals with no hair.”

If Ethan had any concerns about being asexual, they had gone. The image of her bare sex rattled through his brain. Lina’s deadpan delivery made it even more arousing. A deep surge of warmth flooded through every single muscle in his body.

Lina giggled, “I think you have acomoclitic tendencies too!”

He was so stunned, he hadn’t realised what his body’s automatic reaction had been. His cock was hardening fast.

“Oh shit, shit. Sorry.”

She knelt down next to him, “Don’t be, I’m not.”

“Lina, I didn’t want to lose a friend by making a move… I…”

“Shush…”

Looking at her face, her happy smile reassured him and he lost his sense of shock. Drawn to his body, she ran her fingers delicately up his arm and onto his chest.

“You have a handsome face that looks so kind. Your body is so slim and defined too. You look good without hair on your chest. Do you wonder what Mr. Big Penis would look like without any hair too?”

Dumbstruck by her touch, his body was still doing the talking, “Erm, I guess.”

Her gentle fingers gazed his lower abdomen, it tickled nearly as much as it aroused him. Her touch shocked his breathing into a disorganised mess.

“I think you are a creature of the alternative. I’m right aren’t I?”

With the feeblest caress of his hard cock with a solitary finger, a tender gasp left his body.

“Yes, you can tell can’t you?”

She nodded slowly, “Yes and I am a creature like that too. I parade myself every day in my underwear and you do not look at me that way. Now, you know I am, you are looking at me in that way. I want that.”

“I want you too. Your problem is you are too clever.”

Lina giggled, “We share this problem, and you are too clever as well. From one sapiosexual to another, I think gender matters less to you too.”

Her voice was bewitching, her charm and guile topped with that accent were totally disarming. He remembered that blank white screen in that cold unfeeling office and how lost he felt. He seized the opportunity with both hands.

“Yes, you’re right.”

“Good.” her response was punchy and happy. “Me too.”

He smiled happily in return.

“I admit my crime Ethan. My quiz was to tell you all my kinks. I think you have told me yours too. I like them as well.”

“I did, guilty as charged.”

Lina lent down to kiss him. As a first kiss, it was soft and tactile. They hunted to find the right kiss to express themselves. It didn’t take long, a second and then a longer third came. The merest pressure from his mouth seized her body with tingling crackles of desire. Her lips loitered on his to the point that she took him into her hand. He felt so hard and vibrant, she could barely touch her middle finger with her thumb as she measured his girth.

His attraction to her felt so fragile yet he felt driven by a curiosity that was viciously addictive. He wanted to experience her and share with her. His body and mind demanded that she sate his deepest cravings.

With a soft panting breath, her mind succumbed to dizziness as she broke from him.

“Wow, you kiss good.”

“Mmm, you too Lina.”

“Now I shave you. Shower first.”

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Watching the fizzy air-filled drops of water bounce from his body, she admired how lithe and slim he was. Then she got to his loins and that fat, brutal cock with purposeful balls. She savoured that want and lust she felt for it.

She imagined how it would fill her to its hilt again and again with his heavy balls smacking against her. Hungry to feel him inside her, she knew he would take some getting used to. She yearned to feel used, sore and sated, stretched by that beast of a cock. She wanted to walk down the street with each stride a reminder he had been inside her.

He looked to her and her legs were apart. Naked, each curve melded sensuously into another. She captivated him as she traced over her body with her fingers. The cup of her breasts and how they breached the width of her slight rib-cage answered that fabulous question. He stared at them and admired how each were capped with a candy pink nipple against her milky skin. Her fingers pressed delicately against the tautness of her abdomen. He froze still as her fingers skirted her sex to the insides of her taut thighs.

Engrossed in the auto-arousal of her body, it triggering his own as she watched intently.

“Don’t touch your cock, let me see it.”

Jutting from his body, it curved gently upwards slightly. It would hit that upper wall inside her, the place that made her mind bend when she dared to overexcite it.

The power she had over his body felt intoxicating and she decided to sorely test his resolve.

Showing him the look on her face as she penetrated her sex, he gasped as she squeezed her eyes closed and moaned for him. Engulfing her finger in heat, her juices eased from her.

The need to touch himself savaged him as she squeezed her magnificent breast, teasing its erect nipple. The immolating heat of his desire made his chest thump hard.

It was over too quickly as she flashed him a wicked smile and beckoned him with her wet finger.

Directing him to perch on the edge of the bath, the air began to dry his skin. It felt so cool and balmed the intense fever inside him.

Distracted by her production of a towel roll, she unfurled it slowly. He recognised what he saw – a safety razor and some scissors.

The moment had arrived and he felt his nerves get the better of him; her reassurance was calmness personified. Adroitly she handled the razor with all the deference afforded to an antiquity. Popping a new blade into it, he watched its gates slowly clamp closed with heightened anticipation.

Looking into his eyes, their gaze met.

“Is okay, I use this. Is very sharp, very safe.”

Placing the safety razor down, she picked up the medium-sized scissors.

“I use these first. Sheffield Steel, the best.”

“Okay, just, erm, be gentle.”

She looked a little put out but it was playful, “Of course.”

It sounded like a trip to the barbers, the sharp scissors made easy work of the lengthier outcrops of blonde hair. He watched each slow cut; careful and measured, she cut close but it inspired confidence. Each time, Lina looked up, smiled and occasionally bit her top lip. Staring at the object of her lust, it was the sweetest torture and the heat in her loins told her so. Yet her desire to see it denuded and in its full majesty spurred her on.

Already it looked different, bigger as the inches at the root of his cock came into view. The heat he felt from his core throbbed through his perineum and into his balls.

She could see they were firm and tight. Playfully she caressed them and watched his reaction as he let out a soft groan. They felt so heavy and she hoped they were full for her.

“Perfect, nice and tight, not so much skin to shave.”

“Fuck Lina, I’m burning up here.”

Purring she looked intensely into his eyes, “I’m worth the wait, I promise.”

She had a brush and a bowl of soap.

“Badger hair, very good brush.”

The sensation was alien to him, sensitive skin met the sensual softness of the brush and its soap. He gasped as he touched him and as she painted it all around his cock and lower abdomen. From the line of hair leading from his belly button to the cropped shorter hair, it lay beneath a rich emulsion of foam.

Picking up the razor, his heart skipped along at a rate of knots. His sense of trepidation fused with excitement had dried his mouth.

She eased up and placed a soft, tender kiss on his lips, they sucked imperceptibly on his.

“Mmm, are you ready?”

He nodded, his mouth was too parched to speak.

Looking down, he could feel a soft cold caress. It cleared everything in its path and left a clean track behind.

“Wow,” he croaked.

There was no drag and no sensation to suggest he had been shorn. Lina’s dry finger pressed to apply tension, again the razor dragged effortlessly over his skin. He looked at the intense concentration on her face, her eyes were so vivid and wide. She touched his cock and he gasped as she pushed it to one side. Again the razor left another clean track. As she cleared the soap, he was transfixed at what she had done. She tugged on his arm to get his attention.

“Okay, you’ll need to stand. Just part your legs a little.”

Against his balls, the razor had warmed a little. With each slow glide, it had the caress of wet satin. The delicate sensation of its touch felt so heady, he did not want it to stop.

“Okay, I’m going somewhere intimate next, turn around and bend over and hold your ass cheeks apart.”

Ethan choked a little trying to laugh, “Intimate? Isn’t this intimate enough?”

Lina giggled.

He complied, no questioning. She knew he was hooked on how it felt. She lingered as she soaped the brush and stared at his heavy balls hung between his legs. Idly, she pondered where she would like their contents and imagined what it would taste like.

He felt her finger, slippery and tender rubbing up and down that knot of muscle. His hard cock swung as it jerked to her caress. She wondered if it would do that inside her and if would she feel it or just the overwhelming girth in her tight hole.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Fuck, yes.”

“You like me to put something in there maybe?”

He gasped, “Yes.”

Her purr of approval followed, “Mmmm good, you are a dirty boy. I like that.”

As she toyed with him more, his heartfelt moans smacked off the tiled walls.

The caress of the soft brush followed along the fully exposed cleft of his behind.

The imperceptible cold drag of the razor followed. Along the broad groove of his perineum, the razor caressed it several times like the sheerest silk.

With soft stroke of the towel against him, she stopped for a moment.

“Your balls look so tight and so smooth. Your tight ass is completely hair-free. I know there is a place there that will make you thrash and moan.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I want to find it and then use it to make you beg.”

His body was a riot of sensations, his brain fused as he tried to imagine it and how good that would feel. Addled with arousal, he didn’t have a clue what to say.

“Fuck yes.”

Lina laughed, “We are going to have many good times. Now, turn around.”

Confined for space, he shuffled around slowly. He looked down and marveled at the sight of his almost shaved cock. It looked not only different but savage. It filled him with a rare confidence that he didn’t want to forget. So novel was the sensation that he fed hungrily on it.

Only inches from her face, his hard cock swung in front of her. Hanging from its sinewy tendons, she looked up and met his eyes. He wanted to beg her to take it and watch it slide into that soft hot mouth.

He refrained from saying as much but Lina could see it written all over his face. She looked at his cock, it looked so much bigger close up and bigger because it was almost naked.

“Okay, last little bit.”

Daubs of soft soap followed, she giggled as his cock looked like it had a big foam afro. He could see too and smiled. Holding the razor with a steady hand, she moved it with the grain of the stubbly hair. Holding his cock gently, it throbbed with each caress of the razor. Each bare stripe brought it slowly back into view.

He was done and with a wipe from the towel, she rose from her feet.

“That was incredible Lina.”

She had a very broad smile on her face, “You like it? It looks so fucking good.”

He answered her by pulling her naked body against his. Squeezing with his hands on her hips, their mouths met. With a gentle whimper, she pressed her loins against the newly shaved skin. His cock rested between the bare skin of her thighs, throbbing and pressing against the flaming heat of her wanton sex. The ache inside her felt unquenchable as he delicately kissed her pliant lips. Reaching over, she pushed down on the handle as the sound of water fizzled off the bathroom tiles.

“Let’s get the last of the soap off.”

They embraced in the shower as they kissed hungrily, her hands roamed over him. Her fingers slid down his back and between the cleft of his arse. She played with how smooth that channel was as each kiss from his lips egged her on. Pressing the tip of her finger inside him, he moaned loudly and then melted into another fevered kiss on her accepting lips.

It had been a test of their self-restraint and he had honoured her with it. Now it was time.

“Come on sapiosexual man, we need to show each other what we like.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The late afternoon yellowy sun soaked the creamy walls with a golden hue and small specks of dust caught the beams of light. The air was filled with the musk of sex and the scent of her perfume. They lay amidst the scatter of cushions and a hastily thrown blanket on the bare wooden floor. The welcome zephyr air cooled their torpid bodies.

The first time he adorned her body with his essence, he could not hold back for long. She had not expected him too. Copious, hot and warm, it ran down her breasts and her chin as she savoured its bittersweet taste. Coaxing it from him with her mouth, the blessed relief on his face was her reward for his patience.

She squeezed his body as she recalled his reaction. He’d staggered to the floor landing slowly, trembling with that beautiful relief. His countenance looked to light and unburdened, he looked adoringly at her as she ran her fingers through his tousled blonde hair.

She’d taken to her back as she directed his tongue to explore her hot folds. He was soft and gentle, patient and attentive. He did not stop as she began to writhe and moan. As her need to climax built, he became urgent and eager. Sucking on her clit, the tip of his tongue threw her over the edge with a shuddering moan. He kept going and kept pushing her over that edge time and time again. As one climax had barely ended another clattered through her body. She had to push him from her as she could not take anymore.

Eased of their youthful frustration, they had shared their hidden fantasies and experiences without awkwardness or embarrassment. His words were so eloquent and so measured that each syllable seduced her body. She had watched him stiffen as she recounted her own tales and found him sliding his rigid cock into her. He stole her breath as tenderly he fed it slowly into her. He felt glorious, her body sang as inch by inch, she felt what she had craved.

As she regaled one intense experience she yearned to repeat with him, he was masterful upon her prone body. She held him tightly inside her, her eyes rolling back as he drove into her slowly but firmly as her body took over.

Developing into a hot and frenetic pace, she clung to him at the point of climax and told him to put his seed inside her. Convulsing hard as he pumped it into her, she felt every throb as its warmth spread inside. He had marked his territory with it as he slowly lifted from her. She took it in her hand and he came to her. Feeding it into her mouth, still softly throbbing, she sucked the juices from him. Pushing her fingers inside; she felt its heat and smeared it around her sex.

She was not done and her words kept teasing him with what she wanted them to do. His body was hers for the taking and as his legs fell open; she pressed a finger at his entrance. Feeling the vicious backlash of his cock, she teased his prostate. Fiercely hard for a third time, she straddled him. Moving above him, the ebb and flow of her hips slowly rocked against his prone body. Stuffed full of his cock, the grazing pressure against her sensitive walls ratcheted that pressure inside her. The sheen of sweat from their bodies made it so effortless and sensual. His hands massaged her breasts as she braced her arms against him.

Buried deep, she grazed her clit on the smooth skin of his pubic bone. The crackles of tension reared up from the sensitive blood gorged swell of her hard button. He was silent, engrossed in the image of her domination of his body. Her hips measured out the perfect grazing friction of his body and cock against her.

“I’m close Ethan, cum with me, cum with me.”

Looking into each other’s lust filled eyes, she rode him to the end. Driving it from him, she took her own climax sat squarely on him as she felt the swell of his cock as he released into her once more.

Crumpling onto him, they shared their desperate search for air.

He caressed his fingers down the length of her spine. His old life of uncertainty and doubt seemed another world away. He had found someone, or rather, they had found him. It felt so natural now that it was no effort at all, no clumsy words or doubtful thoughts. He felt safe, not vulnerable because Lina lying beside him had opened herself to him - and he to her.

It was an afternoon to remember. It was the first time she hadn’t wanted to fuck, leave and forget. They lay in each’s others arms, snug like two jigsaw pieces. They were silent and contented as he softly toyed with her hair.

Tonight, they would eat, drink and be happy. She would sleep in his arms and wake up to him alongside her. Sex would not be something that might happen and with its compromises, it was something that would happen with no compromise at all.

“Hey you.”

“Hey,” he mumbled.

“Still horny?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck off, no way.”

She looked to his body and gasped, his cock began to jerk in time with each powerful beat of his heart. Moving without being touched, it filled with blood as she silently watched it move. Throbbing slowly from its resting place on his thigh. It began to stand fully upright. Avidly, Lina watched as he stiffened before her eyes. His cock throbbing slowly in time with his heartbeat, from its movement she could gauge his excitement.

She held it and gauged its strength, he was brutishly hard. Clasping her thighs together, she felt wet and hot. Embraced in spoons and lifting her leg, he violated her again. Whimpering as he slipped deeply inside her, he pushed the air from her lungs.

“Oh fuck, slowly, slowly. Fuck me slowly so I cannot forget how it feels.”

He obliged as her minuscule moans kept time with each thrust.

“I draw you tomorrow now, after I have fucked the strength from you and you cannot move.”

“You’ll have to tie me down for that.”

She purred, “Be careful what you wish for Ethan. Be careful.”