Monty's skin was so soft and she smelled so good. She was the complete opposite of Max. He was hard and manly and hairy, Monty was soft and pretty and girly.
Jess reached up and touched her breasts. They were lovely. So different from her own. She gave them a squeeze and Monty kissed her harder.
Jess found a nipple and rubbed her thumb across it.
Monty pulled away from her kiss and reached her hands to touch Jess's boobs.
They were like mirror images of each other.
Soft faces, soft boobs, arms reached out to caress each other.
Max was behind Jess now, kissing her neck and her ear.
Jess pushed Monty onto the bed and, kneeling down bent her head down to lick her out.
She had never in her whole life imagined herself in this situation. She wasn't gay. She loved Max.
But faced with this gorgeous body, this funny, sexy girl, she suddenly wanted to do everything to her, with her.
Monty's pubes were very neat and trimmed. She was blonde down there.
Monty opened her legs, her bum right on the edge of the bed.
Max was kissing Jess's neck but also, she guessed, appreciating the view.
Jess was surprised by how pretty she thought Monty was down below.
She wanted to kiss her.
She reached out her hand first and touched her - thinking of what she liked Max to do to her. She ran her fingers along her pubes and then along her thighs and up to her wetness. She was slick and ready for Jess.
Jess started fingering her, pushing a finger inside her, enjoying the wet warmth of being inside someone - something she never got to do with Max.
She knew what to do to Monty, because it was what she would want done to herself.
She touched Monty's clit next and Max moved onto the bed, and, checking that Monty didn't mind, started sucking on her tits.
Jess looked up at them both, able to catch Monty's eyes from her position. They were deep with desire.
Jess lowered her head - surprised at herself and the turns life sometimes took - and reached out her tongue to lick Monty. She tasted clean and sweet. Jess liked it. She licked some more, circling her tongue around Monty's clit and then lowering her head to lap at her juices. Feeling brave, she poked her tongue up inside Monty. She felt her start to buck against her, she felt her mouth and face get wet with her, and then she felt her come with a shudder and a "Fuck!"
Max had stopped licking Monty's tits and was watching Jess. He almost looked proud of her.
Jess wiped at her mouth with her hand. Monty sat up and reached for Jess. They started kissing again, both on their knees, bodies tight against each other.
Max moved behind Jess and pulling her slightly away from Monty, snaked his hand up between her legs and inside her. He started fingering her wetness, while Jess and Monty kissed.
Monty was feeling Jess's tits.
Jess needed the release of an orgasm and she didn't know who she wanted to give it to her.
Max moved around behind Monty, touching her the same way he had touched Jess.
Monty slipped her hands down from Jess's tits and reached between her legs.
She slipped her fingers inside Jess, and Jess started riding her, desperate to come, grinding down on her fingers.
She could feel her orgasm building and Monty was going the same way, courtesy of Max.
They started kissing again, Jess feeling Monty's fingers working wonders, Monty starting to pant as her orgasm came.
They kissed and licked at each other's mouths and then came at the same time.
Max moved from behind Monty and started kissing Jess. Monty caressed Max's backside.
Jess pushed him on the bed.
Coming at his cock from above, and letting him lick at her wetness, in a classic sixty-nine position, Jess started licking Max's dick.
Monty snaked up between his legs and sucked on his balls.
Max tongued harder at Jess as his excitement built.
She sucked hard on his cock, aware of Monty just below her, lapping at his balls.
Max made her come this time, his mouth hot on her pussy.
She drew away and pulled away from his cock.
She watched Monty take him in her mouth.
She moved behind her and kissed Monty's neck while she sucked at Max.
"Stop," Max said.
Monty did and then Max stood up.
"Lie down, Jess."
Jess did as she was told and Max slipped his dick inside her, thrusting fast and hard.
"Let me go on top," Jess said. She knew they were coming to the end and she didn't want it to stop.
She straddled Max facing his feet, sliding up and down on his cock.
Monty straddled his legs and Jess thrust a finger inside her.
Monty rode Jess, while Jess rode Max.
Monty licked and nibbled at Jess's neck.
Max had his hands on Jess's backside.
Monty came with a shudder and then kissed Jess deeply.
Jess came with a groan.
Max came with a "Fuck!"
The three of them lay on the bed, one beside the other, needing to cool off.
Jess threaded one hand in Max's and the other in Monty's.
That had been absolutely amazing.
Suddenly Max started snoring.
Jess and Monty burst out laughing.
Monty pushed herself up on one arm and kissed Jess softly on her mouth.
"If you ever wanna do that again, with or without him, let me know."
Jess smiled, but said nothing.
She watched, though, while Monty got dressed.
She did look amazing. Her body was beautiful.
Monty grinned at Jess and dragged a hand through her hair.
Jess smiled and stood up.
They hugged.
Jess wanted to kiss her again but didn't.
For her first threesome and her first gay experience that had been pretty fucking awesome.
She saw Monty out and then went to write her blog.
She had a lot to write.
And all of it was good.
When she finally dropped into bed at half past midnight, Max was still snoring away.
Jess had been surprised by how easy she had found it to watch him with another woman.
She had assumed that she'd be consumed with red-hot jealousy, but it hadn't been the case.
She had loved it.
It made her feel so sexy.
And that's what felt so wrong.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The next morning, Jess woke up before Max, for a change. Without the heat of sex, she was feeling a little bit weird about last night.
She would never ever have entertained a threesome had it not been for this list.
She'd liked it, but definitely didn't want to do it again.
She knew that much.
Max rolled over and slipped an arm around her. "Morning."
Jess snuggled closer to him. "Morning."
"That was some pretty wild stuff last night," Max said, kissing her cheek.
Jess nodded. "True. I don't want to do it again," she whispered.
Max laughed. "You seemed to enjoy it!"
Jess kissed him. "I did, but it's not us, not really..." She trailed off. "I like it when it's just you and me."
For whatever reason, the cold light of day had left her feeling vulnerable and sad.
She loved Max and had always thought of him as 'the one'.
She didn't want this list to change things.
"We're okay," Max said, kissing her properly.
"I know."
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Max sat on the bed once he was dressed for work. "You okay?"
Jess nodded. "Fine, just...weird."
Max kissed her head. "Honey, I love you. It was great last night, but so is every night with you. I love you. Just you."
Jess smiled. If anything, she had been the one to feel the connection with Monty, not Ma
x.
"Our thing tonight is swinging... I don't want to swing."
Max grinned. "I think we've done enough swinging for a while."
Jess nodded. She just needed to shake it off.
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She spent the day writing up her blog, and explaining to her readers why she wasn't going to finish the list.
She had tried lots of things that she'd enjoyed doing - things she would never have tried if it wasn't for the list.
She felt some of it had brought her closer to Max, but the addition of a third person was ultimately what might break them apart.
And swinging was surely just more sex with strangers, and dogging was pretty much sex with strangers, but without the comfort of being indoors.
She loved sex and always had - but it was sex with Max she loved. Even when it was super vanilla, it was still good, because it was the two of them.
The list had opened her up to certain things but it had also made up her mind about something.
Max was the only one.
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When Max got home from work, Jess was waiting for him in sexy lingerie. There were candles lit and a lovely meal on the table.
They talked while they ate, going over the list and the things they'd tried. Jess kept her eyes on Max's eyes, staring deep into his soul.
They could agree on so much they had enjoyed and they seemed to like the same things.
Being a bit more sexually adventurous had been great. It was good to feel sexy.
What last night had done for her, though, had changed that sexy liberated feeling.
Instead of feeling sexy, she felt upset that their relationship wasn't exclusively theirs anymore.
And no one wants to feel like that.
And having spoken to people from all walks of life - some who like to pee on people, some who like to spank each other, she had realised there definitely were different strokes for different folks.
If she was vanilla - if what she had with Max was vanilla - then she was pretty bloody happy with it!
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Max stood up and Jess followed suit.
They stood in front of each other, hands clasped loosely together.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Jess undid Max's shirt, touching his chest hair and feeling his heart beat.
Max laid his head against her chest.
"I'm sorry about this stupid fucking list," Jess said.
"No need to be." Max looked at her. "I've enjoyed it, Jessie, it's been good."
"I know but Monty..."
Max nodded and kissed her. "I know having three instead of two was weird, but nothing's changed. I love you, you love me."
Jess nodded. "I know, but it could have come between us. The list could have spoiled what we have."
Max shook his head. "You're just worrying. Nothing could spoil what we have."
He started kissing her neck, her breasts, her stomach. He traced his fingers across her skin and all over her body. He licked her. Kissed her. Nibbled her. Whispered that he loved her. That he loved the list. That it had brought them closer.
He kissed her from top to toe and back again.
His tongue found her wetness and made her wetter, until she had a delicious orgasm that left her tingling all over.
He took off his clothes and made love to her, hard and firm and in control.
He loved her and she loved him, and all was well.
Jess kissed his neck and tongued at his earlobe.
Max sucked her neck and caressed her tits.
She grabbed his arse and rubbed his thighs.
He fingered her and sucked her nipples.
She had more orgasms than she could count.
Max looked deep into her eyes as he came and the word he shouted was "Jess!"
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Later on, in front of a warm fire, with a bottle of wine, they snuggled together watching a film.
"I've enjoyed your list, Jess. Although I can't say that I'm sad we don't have to go dogging!"
"Even the word is horrible. Should have called it Alfresco sexo!"
Max laughed. "True. Dogging just sounds dirty."
Jess nodded. "I'm glad we didn't pee on each other either," Jess said.
"Me too, me too. What's that all about?"
Jess smiled up at Max. She loved him so much.
"Wait there." She went to the kitchen and dug around in the freezer.
She been shopping that morning, but had hidden her purchase because she didn't want Max to find it.
She carried it back and presented it to him.
A tub of vanilla ice cream.
Max burst out laughing.
"I love you, Max. And I'm so sorry if the list nearly came between us. I would die if I lost you. I want you to know that vanilla is just fine with me."
Max smiled and kissed her. "Wait here."
He went to the kitchen and when he came back he was carrying a tub of ice cream too and a spoon.
He passed it to Jess.
Vanilla with chocolate, fudge and cookie dough chunks.
"I think vanilla with a twist is more our thing!"
Jess was smiling and laughing. She put the tub down and hugged Max, kissing his mouth, his cheek, his forehead.
"I love you, Jessie."
"I love you too, Max."
"Open it?" He passed her the spoon.
Jess snuggled next to him and opened the tub.
The tub was only half full but there was a box in there.
A jewellery box.
Jess looked up at Max, her heart in her mouth.
"Jessie, will you marry me?"
Jess opened the box and took out the gorgeous ring. She slid it on to the third finger of her left hand.
"Yes. Yes, please!"
THE END
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Cream
Scarlet Smith
Chapter 1
Daniel woke Kittie the same way every morning.
And she always had to sleep naked so that he could take her the minute he woke up.
It was the only time they 'made love', the only time she could hold on to him, snuggle close to him and kiss and caress him - the only time he let her.
This morning was exactly the same. It was like an alarm clock went off in his body. He woke with a jolt, reached for her under the blankets and started touching her.
Mornings were the only time he actually touched her and she always yearned for more.
Mornings were the only time she got to do things on her terms - it was as though he was still half asleep and hadn't quite come around.
Once he did, things were back to normal - his way or no way.
Kittie tucked her body in close to his, smelling the sleep-sweat on him, the masculinity that was usually hidden behind his pristine shirts and expensive aftershave.
She touched his jaw-line - the only time he wasn't perfectly smooth and stylish.
She longed for this all the time, but she never got it.
And there were so many reasons.
She pushed them out of her mind and tried to stay in the moment; she didn't get him like this for long enough.
She kissed his skin, relishing the touch of him, his musky scent. She touched him, running her fingers along his smooth chest, down his stomach to his hard cock.
His usually unforgiving cock.
She touched him, knowing he wouldn't react - he wouldn't moan or shudder under her touch. He was like stone.
He bit down on one of her nipples.
She bit her lip to stop from crying out.
Sometimes he hurt her, but she knew he loved her.
He didn't wait for her to be wet; he wasn't into kissing and cuddling.
He just loomed above her and thrust himself into her.
Kittie licked at his skin, kissing his neck, his cheek, his ear-lobe. She nestled in close to him, as close as she was able; taking the s
kin-to-skin contact that was so rare.
She was desperate for it to last, desperate for the closeness.
But within minutes it was over and she was bereft.
He pushed himself off her and went silently into the shower.
Kittie couldn't stop the tears from falling.
But by the time Daniel swept back into the room she was in control again.
She dressed, as he liked her, in sexy underwear, high heels and her collar.
As it was Friday morning, Daniel was going home to his wife and children today which meant that she would wait patiently for him, like a good Kittie until Sunday night.
She curled up on her cushion on the floor in the lounge and waited for her master to tell her what to do.
Daniel strode into the lounge. He was tall and dark-haired, with steely blue eyes and chiselled features. He was handsome but he was cold.
He patted Kittie on her head as he walked past.
He gathered the things he needed for work and then stood in front of her.
He dropped his trousers and his pants.
He didn't need to say a word. She was a good Kittie and she knew what to do.
Happy to be allowed to touch him again, she took him in her mouth.
Daniel pushed his hands into her hair and pulled her close.
Kittie angled her head to try to stop from choking.
She held onto his backside and tried to keep him there longer.
It didn't take much work on her part and Daniel came in her mouth.
She swallowed.
He reached over to the table and attached the leash to her collar.
Her leash gave her enough room to move around the apartment, showering in the wet room, making food in the kitchen and waiting for him to come home.
He patted her head again and then walked to the door.
He turned back to her, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes cold.
"When I get back on Sunday I expect to see you right there. Do not leave the apartment. There's someone coming by later, some art student, I've commissioned him to do something for the back room."
Kittie nodded. She was used to people seeing her in her role as submissive. She was used to playing her role.
It was part of her punishment.
Part of what she'd signed up to.
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