afterwards.
Feeling freshened
up, Molly headed into the small kitchen area adjoined to her living space to
make dinner. Much to her delight, Cade hopped off the end of the bed to follow
her. She laughed. “Applying for the job of my shadow, are you?”
Cade meowed his
agreement.
She fed him
first, filling his water bowl and opening one lamb flavored pouch of food. He
dug in hungrily. As he ate, Molly looked in her freezer for food. A few pitiful
microwave meals stared back at her, along with some breaded chicken. She opted
for the chicken with a generous handful of frozen vegetables.
Later, after
she’d washed the dishes, Molly curled up in bed with her laptop to write a few
articles for submission to New York journals and magazines. Freelance
writing was by no means easy, but she made do with editing on the side for a
non-fiction publisher, and she did okay.
She’d always been
ambitious, though. Perhaps that was why men lost interest in her, she thought
sadly, chewing on her bottom lip as she wrote. For a long time, trying to get
her name known, all she’d done was work. Lil had chided her for it many times,
now she seemed to have given in, and that was probably how Cade had come about.
Somehow knowing
she had thought about him, Cade jumped up on the bed, circled a few times, then
curled up by Molly’s feet. Cute snores emanated from his body within seconds.
His sleepy state
made Molly yawn. “I’ll be right behind you, sweet stuff,” she murmured,
stretching.
She managed four
hundred more words, then, eyes drooping, she saved her work. A trip to the
kitchen rewarded her with a mug of hot cocoa, and then she reached for the racy
bestseller on her bedside table. Her writing might be cool and professional,
but recreationally, she loved nothing more than old-fashioned, toe-curling
romance.
Four pages into a
steamy sex scene, Molly’s body tingled with longing. A serial monogamist at
heart, she couldn’t remember the last time she had done the delicious
horizontal tango with a man, and the description of the hero’s varied and
insistent ministrations on the heroine had heat and dampness gathering rapidly
between Molly’s thighs.
One thing a
failed love life didn’t get her was
regular sex.
Sighing, she slid
her bookmark between the pages and set the book on her night stand. Molly
teased her nipples to hardness, gasping as she pinched them through the thin
silk of her satiny pajamas. Before long, the keen arousal could be ignored no longer, and Molly slid
her hand underneath the waistband of her pajamas and stroked herself slowly at
first, rubbing herself in small circles, her hips lifting off the bed in time
to her ministrations. As she got more excited, panting, breathless, she
increased her strokes, until an orgasm exploded through her, white lights flashing
behind her closed lids.
Heart beating
erratically, Molly gently stroked herself as her climax subsided, replaced by a
soothing tiredness that relaxed all her muscles. With a sleepy moan of
pleasure, she switched off her bedside lamp and fell into a deep sleep.
~ * * * ~
She had the most
wonderful dream.
Molly dreamt she
awakened to feel a long, heavy presence lying beside her. When she opened her
eyes, a naked man shared her bed. Her heart jumped with the twin emotions of
panic and pleasure. A fine specimen, his pale golden skin emphasized his coal
black hair and sparkling green eyes. He smiled at her, a slow-burn smile that
made her heart slow down, but other parts of her quickened considerably.
She started to
open her mouth to speak, but her dream lover gently pressed a finger to her
lips. “No need to talk now,” he whispered in a liqueur smooth, English-accented
voice.
When he moved to
cup her face, then stroked her neck and finally cup her now aching breast, she
didn’t see the need to say anything at all.
She arched
forward into his palm as he gently tugged on her nipple, stroking it to
hardness and squeezing it gently
Feeling freshened
up, Molly headed into the small kitchen area adjoined to her living space to
make dinner. Much to her delight, Cade hopped off the end of the bed to follow
her. She laughed. “Applying for the job of my shadow, are you?”
Cade meowed his
agreement.
She fed him
first, filling his water bowl and opening one lamb flavored pouch of food. He
dug in hungrily. As he ate, Molly looked in her freezer for food. A few pitiful
microwave meals stared back at her, along with some breaded chicken. She opted
for the chicken with a generous handful of frozen vegetables.
Later, after
she’d washed the dishes, Molly curled up in bed with her laptop to write a few
articles for submission to New York journals and magazines. Freelance
writing was by no means easy, but she made do with editing on the side for a
non-fiction publisher, and she did okay.
She’d always been
ambitious, though. Perhaps that was why men lost interest in her, she thought
sadly, chewing on her bottom lip as she wrote. For a long time, trying to get
her name known, all she’d done was work. Lil had chided her for it many times,
now she seemed to have given in, and that was probably how Cade had come about.
Somehow knowing
she had thought about him, Cade jumped up on the bed, circled a few times, then
curled up by Molly’s feet. Cute snores emanated from his body within seconds.
His sleepy state
made Molly yawn. “I’ll be right behind you, sweet stuff,” she murmured,
stretching.
She managed four
hundred more words, then, eyes drooping, she saved her work. A trip to the
kitchen rewarded her with a mug of hot cocoa, and then she reached for the racy
bestseller on her bedside table. Her writing might be cool and professional,
but recreationally, she loved nothing more than old-fashioned, toe-curling
romance.
Four pages into a
steamy sex scene, Molly’s body tingled with longing. A serial monogamist at
heart, she couldn’t remember the last time she had done the delicious
horizontal tango with a man, and the description of the hero’s varied and
insistent ministrations on the heroine had heat and dampness gathering rapidly
between Molly’s thighs.
One thing a
failed love life didn’t get her was
regular sex.
Sighing, she slid
her bookmark between the pages and set the book on her night stand. Molly
teased her nipples to hardness, gasping as she pinched them through the thin
silk of her satiny pajamas. Before long, the keen arousal could be ignored no longer, and Molly slid
her hand underneath the waistband of her pajamas and stroked herself slowly at
first, rubbing herself in small circles, her hips lifting off the bed in time
to her ministrations. As she got more excited, panting, breathless, she
increased her strokes, until an orgasm exploded through her, white lights flashing
behind her closed lids.
Heart beating
erratically, Molly gently stroked herself as her climax subsided, replaced by a
soothing tiredness that relaxed all her muscles. With a sleepy moan of
pleasure, she switched off her bedside lamp and fell into a deep sleep.
~ * * * ~
She had the most
wonderful dream.
Molly dreamt she
awakened to feel a long, heavy presence lying beside her. When she opened her
eyes, a naked man shared her bed. Her heart jumped with the twin emotions of
panic and pleasure. A fine specimen, his pale golden skin emphasized his coal
black hair and sparkling green eyes. He smiled at her, a slow-burn smile that
made her heart slow down, but other parts of her quickened considerably.
She started to
open her mouth to speak, but her dream lover gently pressed a finger to her
lips. “No need to talk now,” he whispered in a liqueur smooth, English-accented
voice.
When he moved to
cup her face, then stroked her neck and finally cup her now aching breast, she
didn’t see the need to say anything at all.
She arched
forward into his palm as he gently tugged on her nipple, stroking it to
hardness and squeezing it gently
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