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nymphomaniac.
An unexpected giggle tickled her throat. Letting the feeling
spread, she started to chuckle about the absurdity of her situation, then
outright laugh like a loon until her sides hurt. This kind of stuff never
happened to her. She was the boring girl who had her nose buried in some
fashion magazine. The one all the teachers loved, the girl who helped her
widowed dad raise four younger brothers. The one who got a scholarship in
fashion that took her all the way to Washington, DC from tiny Bedford, Indiana.
Home of the Bedford Caverns and small enough that everyone knew everyone in
some way. Yep, the girl her whole town had been proud of was now a lying hussy.
Her shirt brushed her chin, and she touched herself there
again, remembering his kiss. She’d never been so brazen around a man before and
would have never done the things they’d done in a well-lit room. Especially not
with a man who looked like the epitome of a hot cowboy. God, that man had a
rock-hard body. There were horses on the property, and he spent a great deal of
time taking care of the stables. Oh, he had groundskeepers to do it, but Jesse
seemed to like helping out.
He’d promised her he’d show her more tonight, and she was
praying that included sex. Though she hadn’t seen his erection, from what she’d
felt, he was a big boy. She loved men with more length than the average six
inches. Not that she was a size queen or anything, but it felt so good to be
full almost to the point of pain with a man. Her body agreed, and her pussy
began to grow sensitive.
Cursing her hormones, she stood and stretched, trying to
decide what to wear tonight. She had a room full of fabric remnants, so she
could probably put something together. After checking out what the servers had
worn last night, she’d learned that pretty much anything would go as long as it
was sexy. She knew her own body well enough to know what flattered her, so
she’d spend the afternoon in the carriage house making her outfit for tonight.
She only hoped Jesse wouldn’t leave around the same time she did.
Thankfully the carriage house and its garage were out of
sight of the front of the house, and she had a separate drive. Still, she’d
have to be careful. Slamming the door shut on her guilty conscience, she
crossed the brick path leading to her home and lost herself in the memory of
being in Jesse’s arms.
* * * *
Anya slipped on the white ballet flats dusted with
iridescent glitter and turned her foot in the light of the dressing room at
Wicked. Before she’d left last night, she went to Wicked’s in-club mask
boutique and purchased two masks, one white and one silver. She wore the white
one now. Each of the masks she’d picked flared across her temples, giving the
illusion of wings. She wore another baby-doll-style dress, but this one was a
semitransparent white. She’d put on a pink G-string underneath where she’d
replaced the straps with pearls. The bodice of this dress was completely bare,
allowing the pink of her nipples to show through the fabric. Despite her
determination not to see Jesse tonight, she’d thought of him the entire time
she made it, wondering if he would like it.
“Dove! Earth to Dove.”
Sunny leaned over her chair facing an old-fashioned dressing
table in the women’s locker room. Well, it was more like a spa than a locker
room. Anya had never seen lockers made to look like elegant wooden cabinets
before. Not to mention the assortment of some of the most beautiful women she’d
ever seen. She felt like the lone daisy in a bouquet of roses. Pretty but plain
when seen next to the more sophisticated beauty.
At the very least she knew her outfit was just as beautiful
as the other women’s. Everyone was dressed to impress in outfits that fit
great, except for Sunny. She bought her outfits from catalogs, and none of them
fit her tall and slender frame properly. True, not everyone paid attention to
sloppy stitches or crinkled lines, but Anya saw
An unexpected giggle tickled her throat. Letting the feeling
spread, she started to chuckle about the absurdity of her situation, then
outright laugh like a loon until her sides hurt. This kind of stuff never
happened to her. She was the boring girl who had her nose buried in some
fashion magazine. The one all the teachers loved, the girl who helped her
widowed dad raise four younger brothers. The one who got a scholarship in
fashion that took her all the way to Washington, DC from tiny Bedford, Indiana.
Home of the Bedford Caverns and small enough that everyone knew everyone in
some way. Yep, the girl her whole town had been proud of was now a lying hussy.
Her shirt brushed her chin, and she touched herself there
again, remembering his kiss. She’d never been so brazen around a man before and
would have never done the things they’d done in a well-lit room. Especially not
with a man who looked like the epitome of a hot cowboy. God, that man had a
rock-hard body. There were horses on the property, and he spent a great deal of
time taking care of the stables. Oh, he had groundskeepers to do it, but Jesse
seemed to like helping out.
He’d promised her he’d show her more tonight, and she was
praying that included sex. Though she hadn’t seen his erection, from what she’d
felt, he was a big boy. She loved men with more length than the average six
inches. Not that she was a size queen or anything, but it felt so good to be
full almost to the point of pain with a man. Her body agreed, and her pussy
began to grow sensitive.
Cursing her hormones, she stood and stretched, trying to
decide what to wear tonight. She had a room full of fabric remnants, so she
could probably put something together. After checking out what the servers had
worn last night, she’d learned that pretty much anything would go as long as it
was sexy. She knew her own body well enough to know what flattered her, so
she’d spend the afternoon in the carriage house making her outfit for tonight.
She only hoped Jesse wouldn’t leave around the same time she did.
Thankfully the carriage house and its garage were out of
sight of the front of the house, and she had a separate drive. Still, she’d
have to be careful. Slamming the door shut on her guilty conscience, she
crossed the brick path leading to her home and lost herself in the memory of
being in Jesse’s arms.
* * * *
Anya slipped on the white ballet flats dusted with
iridescent glitter and turned her foot in the light of the dressing room at
Wicked. Before she’d left last night, she went to Wicked’s in-club mask
boutique and purchased two masks, one white and one silver. She wore the white
one now. Each of the masks she’d picked flared across her temples, giving the
illusion of wings. She wore another baby-doll-style dress, but this one was a
semitransparent white. She’d put on a pink G-string underneath where she’d
replaced the straps with pearls. The bodice of this dress was completely bare,
allowing the pink of her nipples to show through the fabric. Despite her
determination not to see Jesse tonight, she’d thought of him the entire time
she made it, wondering if he would like it.
“Dove! Earth to Dove.”
Sunny leaned over her chair facing an old-fashioned dressing
table in the women’s locker room. Well, it was more like a spa than a locker
room. Anya had never seen lockers made to look like elegant wooden cabinets
before. Not to mention the assortment of some of the most beautiful women she’d
ever seen. She felt like the lone daisy in a bouquet of roses. Pretty but plain
when seen next to the more sophisticated beauty.
At the very least she knew her outfit was just as beautiful
as the other women’s. Everyone was dressed to impress in outfits that fit
great, except for Sunny. She bought her outfits from catalogs, and none of them
fit her tall and slender frame properly. True, not everyone paid attention to
sloppy stitches or crinkled lines, but Anya saw
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