Slipping Through My Fingers Novels & Stories

I come home for the holidays to find four pairs of slippers beside the shoe cabinet. There's a pair for my dad, Dean Pratt, a pair for my mom, Nancy Kerr, and two pairs for my sister, Luna Pratt, including a spare. Mine isn't there. Although my sister attended school in another state, kept her room exactly as it was. Even her slippers sit by her bedside, waiting for her return. I had been away from home for three years. When I returned, I discovered that my belongings had disappeared one by one. And now, they hadn’t even kept a pair of slippers for me. I stand in the entryway, my feet bare. "Where’s my pair?" Mom pokes her head out. "You hardly ever come back, so I threw them away. The

I bit my lips, my hips jerking, Begging to be touched. And then I felt it, his fingers sliding into my pants.

I found the door and stepped inside. Cool air from the open window brushed my face. I closed the door, leaned against it, and breathed out. Then my knees buckled. I caught myself against the bed, but my hands felt wrong ... heavy, sluggish. I sat, trying to move, but everything slowed. My vision swam. My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone. It slipped from my grasp and hit the floor. My heart started racing. What’s happening? I tried to call out, but my voice came out a whisper.

She stumbles over her words further as I drag my tongue up her neck, my fingers dancing across her skin. “Here’s an example—” I slip my fingers beneath her waistband, drawing small circles against her bare flesh. “I want you to relax right now, release your fingers from where you’re gripping my legs.” She glances down at where she has her hands pressed firmly against my thighs. “Oh, sorry. Was I hurting you?”

It felt too good and I didn't want to break the spell. Slowly, his fingers drifted upward. I could feel my shirt pulling away from my chest as it clung to his arm, now snaked three quarters of the way up my body. His hand moved into the gentle canyon of pale skin between my breasts. My breath caught, but I forced myself to exhale and keep breathing. I couldn't help what my heart was doing though, palpitating as it was. My lips parted as I felt his fingers gently slide to the left, following the contour of my breast.

I exhaled softly, my other hand gripping the edge of the tub for balance as my hips lifted just slightly above the water. I took my time. I slid two fingers inside me, scissoring. My hips grinding against my fingers as I reached my depths. "Ahh!" moans as the sensation built up. Letting the warmth curl inside me, letting the pressure build where he’d left nothing but emptiness. No rush.. Only the quiet slosh of water licking at my thighs, the sharp sting blooming across bruised skin, and then. “Ah..” The breath slipped out unbidden, caught between a gasp and a plea as my fingers curled just right.

My fingers caught on a loose thread, and in my clumsy, tired state, my grip slipped entirely. The heavy leather bag slipped right out of my hands, hitting the asphalt with a sickening, loud thud. The zipper burst open slightly, and half my life scattered across the dirty concrete floor of the garage… pens rolling under the car, a compact mirror sliding away, and my wallet flipping open. I let out a loud, pathetic groan that echoed off the concrete pillars. "You have got to be kidding me."

“Thane ?“ that slips, falling off like some raccoon to the ground. I watch him break off a smirk, as the piece of clothing slips past my fingers falling to the ground. I feel my inside twist, my heart crunching, while I pull my feet back, hoping to catch a breath. But rather, my slides catch onto my night pants, tripping me over, at a sudden twist of fate. “help…” my lips call, with my hands dancing the wind, while my eyes shut, waiting for the blistering pain. It never comes, as I'm caught. Feeling his hands holding onto mine, I feel another, gripping over his chest, with the clattering sound of a torn out button, falling to the ground.

I inhaled sharply, parted my lips to breathe properly, as I let my fingers trail slowly, slipping one finger inside me… then another. Almost immediately, a strangled moan escaped me as I pushed those two fingers deep, letting my walls greedily wrap around them. “Nnngh!”

I reached out slowly, my hand trembling. Don't touch it. Walk away. Get help. But I couldn't stop myself. My fingers touched the shimmering air. And the world exploded.