"Passing the Time" is one of my four stories (yes, four!) in the new release, Erotika: Bedtime Stories. Here's a brief tease:
“Does he want me? Does he want me not,” Amber chimed as she pumped the top of the lotion bottle. The white lotion curled into her hand and again she thought about sex with her boyfriend.
The sex was pretty damn good. Some of the best she had ever had, truth be told, and she knew it was mostly because their communication was so open. She had no problem telling him what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. She loved doing what he wanted and needed, but he rarely allowed her to focus on that. He might be one of the few men on earth who meant it when he said that her orgasm was just as satisfying to him as it was to her. It had taken time for her to believe that, but believe it she did.
It had taken time for her to get used to his constant teasing, too. All the man thought about was sex—wait. That wasn’t exactly true. Not sex. Intimacy. He loved the closeness of the act, all parts of it, before, during and after. He was the only man she had ever met who could outpace her in sexual imagination, and that was saying something very significant indeed.
She had all sorts of ideas now, and no one to share them with. She wondered again where he was, and why he hadn’t called like he said he would.
Leaning over with a sigh, Amber put the lotion on the windowsill above her bed. As she did, her gaze landed on the space beside her nightstand.
On the little red box peeking out from under the bed.
In that box resided a variety of adult toys, from vibrators to dildos to pearls to clamps. She looked at the box for a very long time. In all her concern that her boyfriend didn’t feel the way he once had, her sexual desire had taken a vacation. She had played with herself the day before and found that the resulting orgasm wasn’t worth the time. It was nothing but a thin, joyless spasm of physical release that left her feeling even worse than she had before she started.
But as Amber looked at the box, she started thinking.
First she got sad.
Then she got angry.
Then she got busy.
She yanked the box out from under the bed. Something in there rattled—batteries, probably. She opened the top and looked at the first toy there, the dildo that looked quite a bit like her boyfriend’s cock. She picked it up, testing the weight of it in her hand. She looked at the phone. It sat there silently, mocking her hopes that she would hear his voice while she contemplated exactly what she was going to do with that toy.
Because she was going to do something with it, by God.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The plastic had warmed in her palm. It still didn’t have the heat her boyfriend’s body did—what could? —but it would do in a pinch. And if this wasn’t a pinch, she didn’t know what was.
Her hand drifted down her chest. She ran her hand along where he had been, traced the bruise his tongue and teeth had left there a week ago. She shifted in the bed, lay down on her back and let her fingers walk all over her skin. It was slick from the lotion, warm from the shower. Goosebumps rose everywhere when she thought of the kisses he had bestowed on the back of her neck, of the way he had kissed her ear and made her sigh. She touched all those places and then some, and hardly realized her other hand was moving up and down on the toy in long, fluid strokes.
Her legs shifted. Her knees opened. She slid one hand down between them, careful not to touch the most sensitive places. She loved the way her legs felt. The smoothness of them was delightful, and she lingered there. Soon she was moving a little, pushing her body up to meet her hand. She spread her fingers and slid them between her legs.
She was wet. A tiny moan escaped her.
Like I said, it's a tease...so that's all you get!
To read more naughtiness than you can stand, click here: Erotika: Bedtime Stories