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STORY 69 – READING EACH OTHER’S BODIES (III)
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 69 – READING EACH OTHER’S BODIES (III)
"No lock," he agrees, sitting down in the single chair and pulling me down over him.I face the glass the whole time. That's the deal, unspoken. He wants me watching the hallway, keeping lookout while I ride him, and the hall out there is lit and open, and anyone could round the corner at any second. My own hand clamps over my mouth now, because I've learned the trick, learned it from his palm the night before, and I ride him slowly and quietly with my eyes locked on the frosted glass.A librarian passes the door and every muscle of mine goes still even if his hands stay gripping my hips to keep me moving the smallest amount. And his mouth is at my spine, telling me don't stop, don't you dare stop, as she pauses, right there, a dark shape through the frosted top panel, close enough that if she crouched or dropped something she'd see the whole lower half of the door and the two of us through it.She doesn't crouch. She shelves something on the cart and moves on.She passes a second tim
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 69 – READING EACH OTHER’S BODIES (II)
I nod against his hand.He kisses down my throat, and his free hand drops to my thigh and slides up under my skirt, and I lock every muscle in my body to keep from making noise. His fingers find the edge of my underwear and push it aside, and when he feels how wet I already am, he exhales hard against my neck."You followed me in here for this," he whispers. Not a question. His finger drags through me, slow, and my hips jerk and the shelf behind me creaks and we both freeze.Footsteps. Somewhere. The soft squeak of a cart wheel.He keeps his hand over my mouth and goes completely still against me, both of us listening, his finger still buried between my legs while the cart wheel squeaks away in the other direction. The footsteps fade, and I let out a breath that's more of a whimper against his palm. He feels it, and his eyes go dark.He takes his time, now that we've frozen once. He works me with that one finger slowly and patiently in the dark, learning what makes my breath stutter,
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 69 – READING EACH OTHER’S BODIES (I)
Nobody comes up here.That's the whole reason I claim the fourth floor every exam season. It’s the quiet floor, the one above the group-study chaos and the vending machines, above the freshmen who treat the library like a social event. Up here it's just the rare books section and the long tables nobody fills, the smell of old paper and radiator dust, a silence so complete you can hear yourself think.I've been thinking in it for three hours when he sits down across from me.I clock him before I mean to. Tall, dropping into the chair opposite with a stack of books and a leather bag, dark hair falling over his forehead, sleeves pushed up his forearms. He doesn't look at me. He opens a book, clicks a pen, starts reading, and I go back to my notes and the forest of highlighter I've made of them.There are a hundred empty seats on this floor. I count them later, in my head, trying to work out the odds of him choosing the one directly across from mine. A hundred empty seats and he picked th
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 68 – PELVIC-RELEASE YOGA(III)
She does. She always gets me there, every session, further into every stretch, and now she gets me there like this, her fingers curled inside me and her tongue on my clit and her voice telling me how good I'm doing, and I cum on a yoga mat in a candlelit studio with ambient music playing and a woman's mouth sealed over me, my fingers twisted in the mat, my folded leg trembling against her shoulder, a long cry breaking out of me into the quiet gold room.She works me through it, then lets my leg down slowly, careful of the muscle as she eases me out the same way she always does."Good girl," she says. "See? You're more flexible than you think."I laugh, wrecked and boneless, as she smiles down at me with her mouth shining. Then she moves and arranges us into something new.She strips out of her own gear while I'm still coming down, unhurried, and I watch her do it, the long lines of her finally bare in the candlelight, and when she lies back on the mat and reaches for me, my mouth goes
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 68 – PELVIC-RELEASE YOGA(II)
Her fingers reach the edge of my waistband.And slide under it.I don't correct her.That's the whole thing, right there, and I decide it by not deciding. By going still. By letting my head fall back onto her shoulder instead of pulling away. Her fingers slip beneath the band of my leggings, and then under the second band, and her palm flattens warm and low on my stomach, her fingertips just above where I'm already aching, and she goes still too, giving me the second to stop her.I don't stop her."Breathe into the stretch," she whispers, and her voice has changed, dropped into something private. "Let me take you deeper."Her fingers slide down.The first touch of them against my clit pulls a sound out of me I've never made in this studio, high and broken, and she catches it with a soft hum against my ear and keeps her fingers moving, slow, two of them circling me surer than I ever manage on my own, a woman working a body she already knows because it's the same shape as hers."There i
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 68 – PELVIC-RELEASE YOGA(I)
I book private sessions because I'm the least flexible person I know and I can't bear anyone watching me prove it.That's the whole reason. Or it's the reason I give when I sign up, filling in the form with my sad little goals – Improve flexibility, reduce stress – as if I've never once lain awake thinking about an instructor's hands.I haven't met Sasha yet when I book. But I meet her at the first session, and that's when the reason starts quietly turning into something else.She's tall. Taller than me by a head, long through the arms and legs so that every pose looks invented for her body and borrowed by everyone else. Dark hair pulled up off a neck I notice immediately and then feel weird about noticing. A voice low and unhurried and warm, honey poured slow, a voice that could talk you down off anything. And a body in yoga gear I spend the entire first session pretending not to look at and fail."We'll go at your pace," she says that first day, crouching beside my mat, her eyes lev
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