As I mentioned a few months ago, I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, which starts with Guilty Pleasures. Onto book 9: Obsidian Butterfly! I’m reading about 175 pages a week. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my sexy story!
This short little story is only inspired by Obsidian Butterfly. You don’t need to have read the books nor have any knowledge or interest in them to enjoy this story.
In Obsidian Butterfly, there’s a scene that could be very sexy. It’s not necessarily portrayed as such in the book, but I can imagine it being sexy if viewed from a different lens. So here, I give you such a view.
The shadows move in sensual, flowing motions. I can see clothes being stripped away. A shirt pulled over a head. A pair of panties tossed away. I don’t know who the people are. I don’t even know what they look like. But I can hear them. I can hear the moaning, the panting. I can feel the arousal, the wanting. There are four people there. Four bodies writhing on the bed. But in front of the bed is a white screen. I can’t see through it except for shadows, backlit, black on white.
It’s designed that way for this show, and it’s sexy as hell. If I close my eyes, I can imagine what the people are doing, how they are feeling. But when I open my eyes, I can see their outlines. I can see two bodies connect and fall back onto the bed. It looks like they’re having sex now, thrusting and moaning. The other couple has split apart. One gets up off the bed and walks around to the other side. Suddenly he’s standing over the couple having sex. I can see the outline of his cock as he lowers it down. It looks like he’s going to lower it right into the woman’s face. She’s on her back, her legs up in the air.
And based on the sounds, that’s exactly what he does. She gags a little, and I can hear it. I can feel my throat convulse in sympathy, but it’s only a moment. Then he’s thrusting into her mouth while the other man thrusts into her (I assume) pussy. It’s hard to know, exactly.
The other woman slides along the other side of the couple having sex. She presses her body up against the other woman’s on the side. I’m sure her large breasts are pressing against the woman on her back. She lowers her head to the other woman’s chest. I can’t even imagine. A cock in my pussy, a cock in my throat, a mouth on my nipple, and a room full of people watching the whole thing happen… Heaven. That sounds like Heaven. Where do I sign up?
J R Vincente 