I’m currently writing a story about my main characters (Freya and Friends) and they go to a sex convention where they meet up with all kinds of sexy people and have all kinds of sexy sex.
Anyway, I’m taking a short break from writing and wanted to dump some of what I’m doing into a blog post for you.
So without any further preamble or setup of any kind, here’s where I’ve left off today. I think you’ll be intrigued.
Standing in the lush penthouse suite, the three girls held hands and smiled at each other.
“Cynthia, how did Valentina get you up here?” Katie asked.
“There was no way that I was going to let you be the first one to get lucky this weekend.”
“She may still be the first one, you know,” Valentina pointed out.
“Yeah. But I’ll at least be part of it all,” Cynthia said. “First or not – that’s just splitting hairs.”
Katie giggled. “Well, with me, there’s no hair to split.”
“Really?” Valentina asked, arching one eyebrow at Katie. “Well, let’s head into the bedroom and get ourselves a little more comfortable.” As she led her two new lovers towards the double doors leading into the bedroom, she said, “I was hoping that I would see you here at the convention, Katie. I have something that you may like. My friends and I call it ‘The Jackhammer.’”
As they got into the bedroom, Katie saw what she thought was ‘The Jackhammer’ set up on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Oh, my!” She exclaimed. “I’m not sure that’s for me. Maybe Cynthia should try it first?”
“Unfortunately,” Valentina stated, “Cynthia and I spoke in the elevator on the way up and we had a different plan.” And with that, Valentina and Cynthia grabbed poor Katie, threw her face-first onto the huge bed, and Cynthia held her down while Valentina pulled her sneakers off.
Katie had learned that there was no use in struggling against Cynthia – not that Katie really wanted to anyway – so she just lay prone on the bed and asked, her voice slightly muffled by the Egyptian cotton comforter, “Cynthia, why is it always me?”
“Because you can’t pick me up,” Cynthia said.
Katie shrugged. “Fair enough.”
With her sneakers off, Katie’s jeans and panties quickly followed. She heard the telltale ripping sound and then the familiar feel of nylon restraints affixed around her bare ankles.
“Okay. Cynthia, let her go,” Valentina stated. Cynthia did and stood up next to the bed. Katie saw the look on her face and thought to herself, ‘Oh, crap.’
“You’re gonna love this, Katie-bear!” Cynthia told her with an evil gleam in her eyes.
“Katie, on your knees,” Valentina said in a somewhat stern tone of voice that was at odds with the soft and syrupy purr that Katie had heard from her previously. Katie did as she was told. She was willing to play along. Valentina then addressed Cynthia. “Cynthia, take off the rest of her clothes, then take off your own, and then come over here and undress me.”
Cynthia also did as she was told.
As she approached, Cynthia, now barefoot, had to look up to meet Valentina’s suddenly cold eyes. Cynthia rarely had to look up to anyone and standing naked in front of this dark statue of a woman, Cynthia felt almost subservient. Bordering on helpless, even. This was a feeling that she thought had been left behind many years ago in her childhood.
And she didn’t want to have those feelings again.
Except…
There was something in Valentina’s overall demeanor that reassured Cynthia. There was no menace in her eyes. No anger on her face. There was no question to who was in charge, but there was no pall of impending danger. Just a serene calmness.
And Cynthia felt safe.
“Unzip my dress, carefully slide it over my shoulders and to the floor,” Valentina told her.
Cynthia did as she was told.
As she carefully slid the dress down Valentina’s sleek figure, Cynthia was inches from some of the most beautiful body art she had ever seen. Every color and line only accentuated the flawlessly smooth skin and gentle curves of Valentina’s erotically charged form.
When Cynthia was on her knees behind this beautiful woman, holding the delicate silk in her hands, Valentina gracefully stepped out of the dress, turned and told Cynthia to hang the dress in the closet and then come back to the bed.
Once again, Cynthia did as she was told.
“Thank you,’ Valentina curtly told her.
Cynthia nodded.
Then Valentina addressed Katie. “Katie, please get down on your hands and knees.”
As Katie did, her arms trembled slightly in uncertain expectation. But she knew, as always, that nothing bad would happen to her as long as Cynthia was there.
“Cynthia,” Valentina said, “Give me a hand with ‘The Jackhammer,’ please.”
There you go.
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Love, Frey