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Authors: Karen Erickson
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as if they know you and that they’re able to just come up and approach you. I don’t mind most of the time, at least for the general public. I’m not a fan of the media though. They want to dig into my private life and make it public, scandalous even. There has to be some respect, a line drawn, you know?”
Her heart dropped to her toes. Talk about making his private life public. Of course, she was doing it anonymously but still. Her first article was all about the sex with a stranger fantasy. Her next article had already formed in her mind and the night wasn’t even over.
Oral sex was on the top five fantasies for men according to that national poll. She wasn’t one to normally enjoy giving a man a blow job but she’d physically craved the taste of Justin’s cock. And it hadn’t disappointed.
Plus that feeling of power, of how she could make such a strong man fall apart so easily just with her mouth and hands had been overwhelming in its intensity.
Sitting across from him now, so handsome and composed, so assured of his surroundings, no one would ever know she had him gasping and trembling only an hour ago as he’d come in her mouth.
“How was your salad?”
“Delicious,” she answered truthfully. The lettuce and vegetables had been crisp, the Italian dressing tangy and flavorful, the hand grated parmesan adding just the right touch and the homemade croutons, to die for.
She had a serious thing for bread. And it had a serious thing for her butt.
“You want more garlic bread?” He tipped the basket in her direction, sending the fragrant garlic cheesy scent her way.
Her mouth nearly salivated at first whiff.
“I shouldn’t.” She wanted to, though.
“Don’t deny yourself. Have some more.” He flashed a wicked smile, all dimples and charm and just as she couldn’t resist him, she couldn’t resist his offer of food either.
Plucking a piece of bread from the basket, she bit into it, the cheese and garlic flavors mingling on her tongue. “I’m going to have garlic breath,” she said after she swallowed.
He leaned across the table, his smile fading, his eyes heavy lidded and the expression on his face full of promise. “So am I. So it won’t really matter, will it?”
“I guess not.” She finished the bread with gusto, her appetite not waning even after nibbling off the antipasto plate, the salad and two pieces of garlic bread.
Powerful orgasms with a gorgeous man really worked up an appetite in a woman.
The waiter suddenly appeared with two steaming plates in his hands and he set their dinners in front of them with a flourish. Stephanie breathed deep, the heavenly scent of oregano combined with other spices and baked cheese making her belly give a tiny rumble. She’d never felt this hungry before. Her stomach was like a bottomless pit. “It looks wonderful.”
“Try it. It’s even better than it looks.”
She glanced up, caught sight of his knowing gaze and her cheeks warmed. She attacked her baked lasagna even though it was hot and it burned the inside of her mouth. Seeing his sexy look and knowing he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him made her want to quickly finish dinner.
So they could get right to dessert.
Chapter Eight
And so there I was on my knees in front of him, ready to take him in my mouth. Some would say I was the vulnerable one in this situation, in a submissive position and doing exactly what he wanted me to do.
But they’re wrong. I’m the one with the power, he’s the vulnerable one. That he trusts me enough to take him in such a way, to give him so much pleasure is a heady feeling.
One I savor over and over again throughout the rest of the night.
“Wow, Steph, hot stuff.” Zoe slapped the stapled pages of Stephanie’s latest article down upon her desk. “Who is this guy? Same dude from the first article?”
Stephanie nodded, grabbing the papers from her desk and checking for red slashes and circles.
Less of them
Her heart dropped to her toes. Talk about making his private life public. Of course, she was doing it anonymously but still. Her first article was all about the sex with a stranger fantasy. Her next article had already formed in her mind and the night wasn’t even over.
Oral sex was on the top five fantasies for men according to that national poll. She wasn’t one to normally enjoy giving a man a blow job but she’d physically craved the taste of Justin’s cock. And it hadn’t disappointed.
Plus that feeling of power, of how she could make such a strong man fall apart so easily just with her mouth and hands had been overwhelming in its intensity.
Sitting across from him now, so handsome and composed, so assured of his surroundings, no one would ever know she had him gasping and trembling only an hour ago as he’d come in her mouth.
“How was your salad?”
“Delicious,” she answered truthfully. The lettuce and vegetables had been crisp, the Italian dressing tangy and flavorful, the hand grated parmesan adding just the right touch and the homemade croutons, to die for.
She had a serious thing for bread. And it had a serious thing for her butt.
“You want more garlic bread?” He tipped the basket in her direction, sending the fragrant garlic cheesy scent her way.
Her mouth nearly salivated at first whiff.
“I shouldn’t.” She wanted to, though.
“Don’t deny yourself. Have some more.” He flashed a wicked smile, all dimples and charm and just as she couldn’t resist him, she couldn’t resist his offer of food either.
Plucking a piece of bread from the basket, she bit into it, the cheese and garlic flavors mingling on her tongue. “I’m going to have garlic breath,” she said after she swallowed.
He leaned across the table, his smile fading, his eyes heavy lidded and the expression on his face full of promise. “So am I. So it won’t really matter, will it?”
“I guess not.” She finished the bread with gusto, her appetite not waning even after nibbling off the antipasto plate, the salad and two pieces of garlic bread.
Powerful orgasms with a gorgeous man really worked up an appetite in a woman.
The waiter suddenly appeared with two steaming plates in his hands and he set their dinners in front of them with a flourish. Stephanie breathed deep, the heavenly scent of oregano combined with other spices and baked cheese making her belly give a tiny rumble. She’d never felt this hungry before. Her stomach was like a bottomless pit. “It looks wonderful.”
“Try it. It’s even better than it looks.”
She glanced up, caught sight of his knowing gaze and her cheeks warmed. She attacked her baked lasagna even though it was hot and it burned the inside of her mouth. Seeing his sexy look and knowing he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him made her want to quickly finish dinner.
So they could get right to dessert.
Chapter Eight
And so there I was on my knees in front of him, ready to take him in my mouth. Some would say I was the vulnerable one in this situation, in a submissive position and doing exactly what he wanted me to do.
But they’re wrong. I’m the one with the power, he’s the vulnerable one. That he trusts me enough to take him in such a way, to give him so much pleasure is a heady feeling.
One I savor over and over again throughout the rest of the night.
“Wow, Steph, hot stuff.” Zoe slapped the stapled pages of Stephanie’s latest article down upon her desk. “Who is this guy? Same dude from the first article?”
Stephanie nodded, grabbing the papers from her desk and checking for red slashes and circles.
Less of them
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