Author, Emilia Mancini is here with the story behind this image.
Warning: This musing contains explicit content not suitable for viewers under 18 years of age. If this describes you, please move along.
Oh, god. Not again.
Sara had no idea how she always manage to do this. She’d love to blame the alcohol but the truth is she really hadn’t had that much to drink. It could have been the sun.
She’d spent the better part of the afternoon lounging on the deck of…what’s his name’s yacht. He’d told her his name when he’d invited her to join his party but she couldn’t remember.
But the reality, the horrible truth, is she just likes sex. A lot. And even though she knows she’s going to wake up with this terrible gut twisting guilt, she can’t say no.
Turning to her head to her right, she let her gaze sweep over the man sleeping there. Short spiky brown hair topped his tanned face which was chiseled to perfection. His chest, ripped and free from a single hair, was exposed. The sheet was pulled tight across his hips and she grinned, clearly remembered the taste of it in her mouth the night before.
Hearing a moan on the other side of her, she rolled her head and her smile widened. This man was dark as chocolate. She couldn’t remember his name, but she felt a thrill roll through her as she recalled his voice. Deep and soft as he coaxed her into climaxing over and over.
She didn’t mean to moan, but it slipped from between her lips. Then the guilt returned. Two men? Two men and she can’t remember either of their names? Had she even asked? Probably not, her mouth had been filled with one dick or the other most of the night.
Oh, yeah. That had been nice.
She felt stirrings deep inside and knew she needed to leave now. Slithering, inch by inch, down the bed, she finally slipped to the floor and found her bathing suit and shorts. She tip-toed into the bathroom, used the toilet, laughed at the evident bite mark one of them had left on her tit, and dressed.
She had nearly made it out of the room, had slipped behind the sheer curtains and onto the deck when she heard that voice.
“Sara?”
Her body instantly came to life. Her nipples tightened and her pussy throbbed as they recalled the joys this man had brought to them. She turned to timidly peer around the curtain.
Her dark lover was leaning up on his elbow watching her. “Come back to bed,” he beckoned. “I haven’t had enough of you yet.”
Desire overthrew guilt, longing drown out reason, and she stepped back into the room, more than ready for another round of shameless fucking with these nameless men.
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So what does this picture say to you?
{ 17 comments… read them below or add one }
hehe nice little short.
i’ll ponder on it some more.
not sure what to make of this myself, all the others i could twist and make them work but not so sure about this one, not with the moment they are in. so if i work with this one it may be just a short that doesn’t belong to the main story
Smexy! I wonder what else those two have planned for her day?
I wonder as well.
I sat on this one a few days, Tanja. It took me some time to really think about it before this short came to be.
It was done in a hurry. Sorry for the typos I see now.
Ugh, I’m terrible at self-editing. Should have checked out Nulli’s post on the suject!
Em
Probably so Em
with the other musings i never had much trouble coming up with stuff and weave them into an ongoing short story. 8 pictures 8 short chapters.
this just doesn’t fit where the last part is, grumbles and shakes fist at nulli!!
Hey! This was, Emilia’s choice. I will not argue with muses!
It was my choice!! This lady spoke to me, it just took some time to hear what she was saying. And she looks so innocent.
I think it sounds like a good day no matter how you look at it, Eva.
Nulli, I just love this feature. I can’t say that often enough. We get to see such talented people flexing their writing muscles when they tease us with these shorts.
Emilia, outstanding. I want to read more. Want to know how she ended up there and where they go from here. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Wild About Bones! I must admit, I have a ton of fun reading what everyone comes up with. I hope more people will join us.
Thanks! I have such a hard time with short stories, I could have written so much more! Like you I wanted to know how their day went.
I confess that menage stories are my guilty pleasure so I enjoyed this one immensely. Not certain about the picture, though. I’m having harder times with the ones that have people than just places/things. I may or may not join in on this one but did want to give my appreciation for the original story
Thanks so much, Elaina!
This is a great picture if you play on her innocent look. Innocence is such a great deceiver!
Very sexy, I love it!
Thank you, Nae.
Now or Never
I want him, Heny Bent. The love of my life. He may be her husband, but tonight he’s mine. For years I’ve been a good girl. I’ve played by the rules. I never cheated, or messed around with a cheater. I was with him before he married her. I stood at their wedding and cried as they took their vows. He swore he loved me and I have to believe him, so I stay.
I loved that man. I would do any thing and everything for that man. There was no level of depravity I would not sink to, because I loved him.
The first time he cheated, with my sister, I forgave him. He convinced me he was only helping her to get pregnant. She wanted a child and sleeping with her was cheaper than going through fertility procedures.
The next time, I found him in bed with a girl I worked with. I stood and watched as he pounded her in our bed. He explained it wasn’t his fault, she tricked him. I forgave him, and took him back.
Even when I saw him screwing my Mom on her porch, I forgave him. My father died years earlier and she was lonely, he was trying to comfort her. Mom never knew I saw, because I never confronted her. I went after him.
He explained his reasons and then reminded me that he didn’t need me I needed him. He was right. I did need him. In the end I begged him not to go. He stayed but told me, one more scene and he was through with me.
To make it up to him, I promised him tonight. Tonight he could use me in anyway he chooses. He wants me naked and waiting. First, he needs to see his wife and then he’ll come to be with me. So I’ll stand here wrapped in this sheer curtain, cold naked, and wanting. He’ll come. He always does. He might get distracted but he’ll be here.
Wait, he’s here. it’s time. Now, I need to remind him of why he needs me. And believe me he does.
Oh wow!