Treason and Plot's Stories

 

Vinnie has rough hands, thanks to his years spent working as a manual labourer. He still spends a lot of time working outside, tending to the vineyard and chopping wood and mending fences and doing the dozens of other jobs around the property that constantly need doing, and his hands are just as rough today as when Georgina met him. The skin of his palms is like gravel, dry and coarse and scratchy. The first time he touched her the difference between his hands and those of her husband Patrick thrilled and scared her....Patrick's hands were smooth and soft, but Vinnie's hands could easily chafe and damage her delicate flesh, Georgina was sure. He made her feel small and soft and fragile, like a budding flower. His rough, scaly hands completely enveloped her breasts, and her nipples ached to be sandpapered between his fingers. "Twist them," she said. He didn't right away, but just touched one with a fingertip, and both nipples hardened so quickly it was painful. His...

 Mia spreads her legs and jams two- then three- impatient fingers inside. Her right forefinger circles her clitoris, pretending to be Raj's tongue. " Cocksucker ," she whispers. Her fingers push deeper, slick with juice and urgency, no longer her fingers but Raj's fingers. No longer Raj's fingers, but Raj's cock. Her right forefinger slows and falters. How can his cock be inside her if his tongue is on her clit? That would be physically impossible. She grunts with frustration and starts again. His cock is thrusting deep inside her while his thumb massages her clit. Oh, yeah. You fucking dirty cocksucker. She tightens her muscles around her fingers and licks her right forefinger before touching herself again, her clit swollen and shiveringly sensitive, almost too painful to bear. Oh Raj, Oh my God- his imaginary thumb continues to rub, in perfect, agonizing rhythm with her fingers. A few more thrusts and -  Her phone rings. Her fucking phone rings. Mia wipes ...

  In the heavy fragrance of intoxicating night I search on your lip for a madder caress I tear secrets from your yielding flesh Giving thanks to the fate which made you my mistress.... Vita Sackville-West

Mia grinds  against his hand as she hungrily kisses him, his tongue in her mouth working in rhythm with his fingers between her legs. Noah whispers: I love how you suck my fingers after I've fingered you.   

  Now, Roy, no touching my breasts while we're fucking. Only I'm allowed to touch them, and you are only allowed to watch. When I have had my fill of your cock, and at least two orgasms,  I might let you run your tongue over my nipples, and bury your face in my breasts' scented warmth. And then I might let you slide your aching cock between them, inch by rock-hard inch into that soft freckled valley, but only if you beg, and only if I can lick the glistening tip of your cock when you thrust in the direction of my open mouth.