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 is a (sort of) continuation of my story from last Friday. You don’t need to know anything about Anita Blake or Laurell K. Hamilton to enjoy this story!
Where do I sign up?
Sign up for what, you ask?
A threesome. That’s what. I am all about beautiful bodies. I don’t care if you have a penis, a vagina, both, neither. Every body is beautiful in its own way, and I want to enjoy the pleasures of all of them. Hearing someone’s breath quicken under my touch drives me wild. It brings me immense joy to know that I am pleasing someone. So the thought of having two people to please is exhilarating. If there was a sign up form, my name would be first on the list.
Okay, so there isn’t really a sign up form, but there are online groups you can join to find other people with similar interests. That’s how I found Marlena and Pearce. I’m nervous to meet them, but also excited. I want to skip to the good part.
After pleasantries at the cafe, we order coffees and chit chat. It’s not as awkward as I thought it would be. I’m glad that it’s a smooth transition, but there are butterflies in my stomach when I run out of coffee. Nothing left to distract me now.
“So,” I say, and let my voice trail off.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Marlena asks, sliding a hand along my thigh. We’re sitting next to each other on the cafe couch. Pearce is sitting across from us, and I can tell he sees her gesture.
“Sure,” I say, and I am pleased to realize that I do. I am excited to spend more time with them and see what is under her sweater. Her skin looks smooth and I want to feel it. I want know what her breasts look like. I am so excited.
“Let’s go,” Pearce says.
“Want to come back to our place?” Marlena asks.
I nod, unable to find my voice. “Great,” she says, and she texts me an address. “See you in a bit,” she smiles as she slides into the passenger seat of their car. I get into mine, and mostly follow them and sort of follow my GPS to their house. It doesn’t take fifteen minutes to get there. I check my reflection in the little mirror in my car. No food in my teeth (not that I can imagine how it would get there since all I’ve had today is coffee. I’ve been too nervous for anything else).
I walk up the driveway to a small one-story house. It’s cozy but cute, and when they welcome me inside, I can see that their personalities match their home. It’s neat and tidy, but lived in. It doesn’t feel like it’s so dirty that I don’t want to take my shoes off, but it’s not so clean that I’m afraid of leaving a rumple on a pristine couch. It’s perfect.
Marlena shuts the door behind me, and I expect that there’s going to be a conversation, but instead, Marlena takes me by the hand and pulls me down the hall to what I presume is the bedroom. Pearce follows behind.
When we get into the master bedroom, she pulls me close to her and plants a light kiss on my lips. My mouth opens to her and I am suddenly lost in the moment.
Come back next week to see what happens next!
J R Vincente 