By DJ Prewer
1 woman, 5 men. 1 day, 5 ways.
Skye Edwards likes sex. Always has. Always will. So when she decides that it’s finally time to fulfil a fantasy of the most delightfully wicked nature, you can be sure it’s going to be more than vanilla sex.
When she arrives for her day of sexual delights, Skye is presented with ten, bare chested, low-slung denim jean wearing men, the spark of desire ignites inside of her, turning her excitement into heated arousal.
Although she has no idea what her lovers have planned for her, Skye knows she is in for five completely different sexual experiences that will live in her memory for a lifetime.
"What's really going on Skye?"
My new found relief quickly deserts me. A quiet groan escapes my throat, as I am once again weighed down with the guilt I have been feeling ever since I decided to end my relationship with my boyfriend, a few weeks ago.
"I thought Ryan was the one, you know? I thought he accepted my need to be sexual. My need to explore and find what it is that I want...and need, sexually. And he was, well, up until he turned into a possessive jerk. How did I get that so wrong?"
"I don't think you got it wrong. I think he changed his mind, or maybe he was that way all along, and pretended not to be just to get close to you. At this point in your life, you are not after a white picket fence, or babies, and it’s obvious to everyone who knows you. And you certainly made it clear to him from the start."
"I did, didn't I? I just feel guilty, and a little sad, that's all. Maybe I want something I can never have."
"Never feel guilty for who you are, Angel. Too many people live their lives suppressing their sexual desires and die thinking coulda, woulda, shoulda. That's not who you are. When you figure out what you want, what it is you need sexually, there will be a man waiting for you. But there's no hurry."
"I know. You're right, as usual. Fuck him and his kind!" I smile, finding relief in what Marco has said, what I have known all along. I just needed to hear someone else say it.
"Come here, dolcezza."
And then there it is...the beautiful sound of Marco deliberately thickening his Italian accent to caress his words. A flutter awakens in my belly, damn...this man knows how to play dirty. This is my Marco. My friend, my confidant and sometimes fuck buddy, when we have an itch to scratch. And along with Mason, our colleague and my housemate, the three of us are peas in a pod.
I rise and walk the few steps into his open arms, resting my head against the hard muscles in his chest, as his large body wraps around mine. He is warm, and smells good too. Always does. Here in his arms is my safe haven. A place where I am accepted for who I am, no matter what.
"Perfetto in ogni modo," he mutters quietly in my ear.
I really, really, need to learn Italian.
A shiver steals over my body as Marco's large hands leave my hips and glide their way along my spine, up towards my nape. His soft fingertips dance along my jaw, rising to capture the sides of my face, as gentle kisses circle my lips. When I finally open my mouth to his, he devours me. On and on the kiss goes, tongues darting in and out, teeth grazing my lips, stealing my breath from me until the pressure in my chest is almost suffocating, and I pull away.
Marco turns me around and I lean against him, feeling his hard cock nestle against my lower back. He guides my arms behind me so that my hands cup his growing erection. I squeeze him gently, embracing his rigid cock. He is so much more than a handful.
"Close your eyes, Angel. Let me remind you of who you are."
Oh, yes please!
His fingers glide down my neck and move to the top of my dress. "Have I ever told you how much I love this dress on you? This long zip, running all the way down the front, is such a turn on. I bet every man who looks at you wants to unzip it, lusting to discover what is hiding underneath." His fingers begin to pull downwards on the metal clasp, opening my dress up to expose my red lacy bra. "Ah, beautiful girl, I love this colour on you. It's so fucking sexy it makes my cock throb."
I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder, as Marco cups my breasts. Fingers splay towards the scalloped edge of my lace bra, pulling it away to expose my hardened nipples beneath. Heat floods my body, and I groan as he rolls each of the tight nipples between two fingers.
"You don't play fair, Marco."
"I know...but you like it that way."
I smile my agreement, and lean in to kiss the smooth skin under his jaw, drawing a quiet moan from deep within his chest. With my tongue I explore the surface of his tanned skin, nibbling on the raised muscle at the side of his neck. With each gentle bite, I squeeze my hands around his cock, dragging my nails over the surface of the soft cotton of his pants. I can play dirty too.
"I see this party has already started without me.”
With a startled gasp I open my eyes to see Mason standing before us. A sly smile on his face. Obviously they had this planned all along. I wouldn't be too surprised if they were responsible for breaking the water pipe too.
"Sorry mate, couldn't wait any longer. Angel needed some...um...counselling." Marco replies with a husky chuckle. He reaches to open the front clasp of my bra, moulding his hands around my breasts, lifting them, offering them up to Mason.
"Well, luckily for Angel, I can help with that too." Mason confirms as he pulls my zipper all the way down, opening my dress up completely.
I close my eyes, resting my head back into the crook of Marco's shoulder, knowing that this is exactly what I want...what I need.
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