#MasturbationMonday Week 6: Slippery when wet... #erotic #read

 The idea: to share a steamy hot post about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
Welcome to week 6 of Masturbation Monday!And again this week, Kayla bats it out of the park with another inspiring image that most definitely got some juices flowing. Not sure if they were creative ones, but this one got me going and it's all good! :D Mmmmm...  



Miranda stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. The cloth was a little small but would have to do. The cabin certainly wasn't stocked the way it once had been. She'd known that when she'd decided to make a hasty trip out to the woods. She'd packed only the essentials. The amenities weren't important. But getting out of the city and away from the responsibilities of work was too enticing a proposition to pass up. Even if just for a short time. No Internet. Intermittent cell signals at best. The office wouldn't be able to reach her even if they tried. A break was just what she needed.

She'd forgotten to turn on the fan. The tiny room had filled with steam. She swiped her fingers across the glass and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Reaching up, she was about to release the sloppy bun she'd fashioned to keep her hair dry. "Ahh, fuck it," she mumbled and left it. There was no one around to see her anyway.

Pulling on a pair of plain white panties, she was about to don the t-shirt she'd brought in with her, when she spied her ex's dress shirt hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Almost reverently she took it down and held it to her nose. The familiar spicy masculine scent brought tears to her eyes. The emptiness she'd been trying to suppress for weeks, finally took a firm hold. 

"Maybe coming here of all places wasn't a good idea after all." Some of the best memories she had of her defunct marriage, happened here, in the cabin. She wiped her cheeks, then pulled Jordie's shirt on. Leaving it unbuttoned, she made her way out to the living area. 

Miranda poured herself another glass of red wine; the second since she'd arrived. She took a big sip, then set the glass down. It was helping her relax. Maybe a few more and she'd actually sleep an entire night through. 

The fireplace had been cleaned and someone had readied it for the next lighting. Dry kindling and crumpled newspaper beckoned. She took the match box from the mantel and struck the long stick against the side. The flame caught. She bent and lit the edges of the paper. 

As the wood began to catch and the fire spread, she bent forward slightly and opened her palms to the heat.  

A tingle of instinctive cautious awareness shot over her right shoulder and up her neck. She was about to turn around when all of a sudden, she felt a presence at her back, right before two strong hands reached inside her open shirt and cupped her naked breasts. Alarm soon gave way to need when she noted the familiar firm touch. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back against his shoulder. 

"What are you doing here, Miranda?" he demanded. He stood so close, his menacing low voice reverberated through her back, but also sent a thrill through her. He continued to knead her breasts while cushioning his impressive erection against her tailbone.

"I didn't know you'd be here," she mumbled, pushing her tits more fully into his greedy palms, while pressing her rear-end backwards. 

He squeezed her boobs almost painfully. "Bullshit! You knew I'd be here. It's stated quite plainly in the paperwork that I'd be in residence over the weekends until we find a buyer for this place." He skimmed his lips up her neck, sending goosebumps over her heated skin. "Try again, Randa." 

She was having a difficult time thinking of any legitimate excuse. 

With his chin, he nudged the shirt from her shoulder, peppering hot kisses in its wake, as it slid down her arm. Her knees grew weak. A wet rush dampened her panties. 

Abruptly, he released his hold on her breasts. But she soon realized he only meant to divest her of his shirt completely. It floated to the floor at their feet, forgotten. From behind, he gripped her breasts once more, his fingers biting into her tender flesh.

"Is this what you came for?" He opened his hands using his palms, rounding her nipples into two hard aching nubs. The sensation sent shooting pulses of pleasure straight to her pussy.

"You know what I like," he accused. "And here you are parading around in nothing but my shirt and a pair of scant white panties? You knew fuckin' well I'd be here."

All of a sudden, he spun her around to face him. His features were angry but laced with dark desire. An expression she hadn't seen on his handsome face in a long time. He didn't wait for a reply or even look at her to gauge her answer. He lowered his head and captured a taught nipple in his magic mouth. 

Miranda moaned and grasped his dark head holding him to her. 

To her surprise he went down on one knee, then the other, suckling her expertly. 

"Admit it," he demanded, releasing her swollen nipple. "This is what you came here for." He yanked her damp panties down to her knees. His dark eyes glittered in the firelight as his gaze roved over her bare skin. Her pussy tingled and her clit throbbed in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to press her cunt against his mouth and demand his tongue. But she no longer had the right to ask anything of him. 

Her body thrummed with need. She could barely stand still. 

She did know what he liked though. He liked it when she touched herself. There was never a time when he could just leave her to it, he always had to get in on the action. 

With purpose, Miranda smoothed her hands slowly over her lower abdomen, making sure her fingers skimmed over her bare mound.

Jordie clamped his large hands on her hips. "You're keeping things neat and tidy here. Getting lots of 'newly single' action, are we?" His breath feathered across her tummy.

"No." She trembled under own touch and his scrutiny. "I haven't been with anyone... since you," she admitted truthfully. The thought of being with another man didn't appeal to her. Not yet. 

For a split second, he stilled, as if her announcement had surprised him. "Then admit it," he gritted through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. "You came here for this." He forced his hand between her thighs, plunging one thick finger roughly into her. She clenched her inner muscles, in an attempt to entice him to repeat the delicious action. But he pulled away, torturing her. She gripped her own mound, adding some much needed pressure. 

"Say it!" He stared at her hands as she moulded her flesh.

"I guess I'd hoped..." she hedged, weakly.

"Say it!" He all but yelled.

"Yes. I came here for this," she blurted, panting, almost dancing from foot to foot. 
To her delight, he replaced his hand between her legs. Running his fingers along her saturated crease, he thrust inside her once again. She bore down on his fist this time, encouraging him to stay. 

"Mmm," he groaned. "Slippery when wet." It was something he always used to say in the beginning of their relationship. He wiggled his finger. "There's nothing better." He began to prime her, in and out, driving her ever higher. His fist made slapping sounds as the evidence of her arousal dripped over his knuckles. He crooked his fingers to the front wall of her pussy and stroked, catching her g-spot. She curled her toes into the carpet trying to stave off the inevitable. "You're a horny little bitch, aren't you, my randy, Randa."

In the past, when he said things like that, it only served to piss her off, but for some reason the statement titillated her, sending another amazing jolt of sensation straight to her core.

Just when she thought she couldn't stand another minute of his sweet deep caress, he leaned forward and sucked on her sensitized clit, rolling his tongue around expertly. It sent her into intense pleasurable spasms. She bucked against his chin. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more from him.

Miranda pushed his head and his hands away and dropped to her knees. His dark gaze met hers as she gripped his belt. She unbuckled it clumsily. He didn't help her, but he didn't put a stop to her actions either. She took it as his assent.

Once she had his pants undone, she gave his shoulder a push, signalling she wanted him on his back. She was afraid to speak, just in case she broke the spell of this temporary ceasefire.

He put a hand down and lowered to the floor. Miranda didn't waste any time, she straddled her soon-to-be ex-husband. With her insides still soft and pulsing from her orgasm, she knew if she got him insider her fast, she could have another one. Just as good and as strong as the first. She wanted it. She missed this.

She held up his hot hard dick and rubbed the smooth head through her slick folds. She began to lower herself to him. He tensed and all but growled as she took him inch by torturous inch, until she hugged his entire pulsing length nestled deep.

Together, in a long ago perfected dance, they brought each other to a satisfying climax.

Once they'd calmed, Miranda dropped to Jordie's chest, then to his side. She ran her fingers over his chest, just as she used to. His firm pecs rose and fell as he caught his breath. He didn't touch her in return. Not even an affectionate comforting afterglow arm around her.

He rolled to his side and sat up with his back to her. He then gained his feet and fixed his pants. He reached a hand down to her and helped her up. But he didn't look at her. 

Feeling naked now, Miranda rushed to Jordie's shirt and pulled it on. By the time she turned back around he was almost to the door. Disappointment flooded her chest. 

"Where are you going?" her voice came out just above a whisper. 

"I'll leave you to it. I know how you like to come here to be alone and unwind."

He opened the door but before he could exit, she stopped him. "Jordie?"

He paused his head dipped as if in impatience, but he didn't turn in her direction. "Yeah?"

"Will you be here next weekend?" she asked, perhaps pathetically.

"Will you?" he countered.

"Yes," she choked.

"We'll see," he answered, closing the door behind him. 

©H K Carlton 2014
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