Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 by Miriam F. Martin Page B
Authors: Miriam F. Martin
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bra and matching lace panties. He had on black silk
boxers.
Elsie blinked and they were both
naked, rolling around in bed and crinkling the sheets. Kevin rolled
on top of her, the tip of his cock pressed to her lower
lips.
“ Baby, slow down,” she said. For
some stupid reason, her entire body felt wound up tighter than a
stubborn wine cork that wouldn’t pop. She was so nervous, her
fingers shook. So she pressed them to Kevin’s neck, hoping he
wouldn’t notice.
They’d had sex more times than she
could count, including yesterday. How was this any
different?
Kevin kissed her on the forehead,
just a light touch with his lips. “You’re right,” he said. “This
will be a long night.”
“ Won’t I get my beauty
rest?”
“ That can wait for
tomorrow.”
“ Good.” Elsie pulled him for
another kiss, on the lips. Which he gave her, then he grabbed her
wrists and pinned her arms to the bed.
While he kissed down her
neck.
To her shoulders. Breasts. Each
nipple got a sweet kiss, sending ripples of pleasure through her
body.
Kevin kept going lower. Down her
stomach.
At her pelvis, he stopped, a wicked
grin stretched across his face. Elsie exhaled, butterflies
fluttering in her stomach, skin flushed and warm. She waited for
him press his mouth on her sensitive pussy.
Instead, Kevin kissed and licked
her thighs, skipping over her clitoris, barely touching the labia.
Teasing with his tongue, back and forth, his moans growing wilder
and louder with each passing.
Elsie grabbed him by the hair and
pressed his face into her. He sank his tongue inside, nibbling at
her, probing, making her squirm and buck for more.
He pressed a finger in, and curled
his knuckles so he rubbed on her G-spot. Her pussy became wet,
slick with both his saliva and her own moisture. Kevin didn’t stop
licking and sucking and finger-fucking, even when she wrapped her
legs around his head. Not even when she bucked her hips at
him.
The orgasm built little by little,
the pressure so intense Elsie knew she’d explode if Kevin didn’t
let her come soon.
She white-knuckle clutched the
bedsheets.
Sweat beaded on her brow, and down
her back.
Her whole body shook and jittered
with rapture.
Slick wet sounds, so satisfying,
came from Kevin as he pounded his fingers in her pussy. Faster,
quicker motions. Driving her crazy. And then…
Sweet release. The orgasm rocked
her body from head to toes. Even then, Kevin didn’t stop, only
slowing slightly, mouth open to catch her squirt.
He kissed his way back up to her
neck.
“ I love you,” said
Elsie.
“ Love you, too,” Kevin
said.
He gave her twenty-seven more
orgasms before dawn.
And then they lived happily ever
after.
THE “FUCKING” END
CREATURES OF
HABIT
1
The parlor smelled of lavender
flavored wax candles. Every table had at least one. Both end
tables, as well as the coffee table with one giant candle ten
inches in diameter. The curtains were wide open, but the outside
was too dark for the afternoon.
Katie sat, back to me, at the
piano. She was barefoot, in running shorts and a sports bra. A
water bottle on the carpet, and pages of sheet music.
She was focused on the same two
measures. I doubted she heard me come down the stairs. She woke me
up early, on accident, by leaving the bathroom light on before
slamming the screen door shut on her way to her daily mile run. I
laid awake for a long time, listening to the thunderclaps and the
gutters rattling in the windy violence. The storms rolled in later
this morning, washed away yesterday’s sticky humidity, and left
more rain clouds.
Now the chaotic rumblings seemed
far away, washed away by Katie’s practice. A creature of habit,
predictable as Sunday morning, beautiful as the steady tap-tap of notes she
played. The only lights were her candles and the soft glow of the
floor-lamp near the baby grand.
I stood in the double French doors,
hands in pockets, watching Katie practice ragtime music. Sweaty
hair
boxers.
Elsie blinked and they were both
naked, rolling around in bed and crinkling the sheets. Kevin rolled
on top of her, the tip of his cock pressed to her lower
lips.
“ Baby, slow down,” she said. For
some stupid reason, her entire body felt wound up tighter than a
stubborn wine cork that wouldn’t pop. She was so nervous, her
fingers shook. So she pressed them to Kevin’s neck, hoping he
wouldn’t notice.
They’d had sex more times than she
could count, including yesterday. How was this any
different?
Kevin kissed her on the forehead,
just a light touch with his lips. “You’re right,” he said. “This
will be a long night.”
“ Won’t I get my beauty
rest?”
“ That can wait for
tomorrow.”
“ Good.” Elsie pulled him for
another kiss, on the lips. Which he gave her, then he grabbed her
wrists and pinned her arms to the bed.
While he kissed down her
neck.
To her shoulders. Breasts. Each
nipple got a sweet kiss, sending ripples of pleasure through her
body.
Kevin kept going lower. Down her
stomach.
At her pelvis, he stopped, a wicked
grin stretched across his face. Elsie exhaled, butterflies
fluttering in her stomach, skin flushed and warm. She waited for
him press his mouth on her sensitive pussy.
Instead, Kevin kissed and licked
her thighs, skipping over her clitoris, barely touching the labia.
Teasing with his tongue, back and forth, his moans growing wilder
and louder with each passing.
Elsie grabbed him by the hair and
pressed his face into her. He sank his tongue inside, nibbling at
her, probing, making her squirm and buck for more.
He pressed a finger in, and curled
his knuckles so he rubbed on her G-spot. Her pussy became wet,
slick with both his saliva and her own moisture. Kevin didn’t stop
licking and sucking and finger-fucking, even when she wrapped her
legs around his head. Not even when she bucked her hips at
him.
The orgasm built little by little,
the pressure so intense Elsie knew she’d explode if Kevin didn’t
let her come soon.
She white-knuckle clutched the
bedsheets.
Sweat beaded on her brow, and down
her back.
Her whole body shook and jittered
with rapture.
Slick wet sounds, so satisfying,
came from Kevin as he pounded his fingers in her pussy. Faster,
quicker motions. Driving her crazy. And then…
Sweet release. The orgasm rocked
her body from head to toes. Even then, Kevin didn’t stop, only
slowing slightly, mouth open to catch her squirt.
He kissed his way back up to her
neck.
“ I love you,” said
Elsie.
“ Love you, too,” Kevin
said.
He gave her twenty-seven more
orgasms before dawn.
And then they lived happily ever
after.
THE “FUCKING” END
CREATURES OF
HABIT
1
The parlor smelled of lavender
flavored wax candles. Every table had at least one. Both end
tables, as well as the coffee table with one giant candle ten
inches in diameter. The curtains were wide open, but the outside
was too dark for the afternoon.
Katie sat, back to me, at the
piano. She was barefoot, in running shorts and a sports bra. A
water bottle on the carpet, and pages of sheet music.
She was focused on the same two
measures. I doubted she heard me come down the stairs. She woke me
up early, on accident, by leaving the bathroom light on before
slamming the screen door shut on her way to her daily mile run. I
laid awake for a long time, listening to the thunderclaps and the
gutters rattling in the windy violence. The storms rolled in later
this morning, washed away yesterday’s sticky humidity, and left
more rain clouds.
Now the chaotic rumblings seemed
far away, washed away by Katie’s practice. A creature of habit,
predictable as Sunday morning, beautiful as the steady tap-tap of notes she
played. The only lights were her candles and the soft glow of the
floor-lamp near the baby grand.
I stood in the double French doors,
hands in pockets, watching Katie practice ragtime music. Sweaty
hair
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