In a Magic Bottle Part Three

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Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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Driving Jon Home

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As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.

That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.

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Wet N wild

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Pt 1

“Let me oil you up.” It wasn’t a question, but I wouldn’t have disagreed anyhow. I didn’t mean to sway back against him, but something in his tone pulled me in. My ass met his thighs, and my back felt the warmth of his chest. My head nodded, and his hands smoothed over my hips and up my sides. I was wearing my favorite bubblegum pink bikini with a black lacey cover-up over it. It did nothing to actually cover my body but made me feel less naked.

Alfy’s fingers burned a hot trail as he moved them to my shoulders and peeled the cover-up back. This was the first time he’d undressed me, and the moment felt so heavy and dangerous. There would be no going back once we crossed this line. The Vegas sun felt like a spotlight on our inappropriate relationship. The Wet N Wild crowd took no notice of the careful line we’d been toeing. When he made a small approving sound in the back of his throat, I thanked my lucky stars that Randi couldn’t make this trip.

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