Derelict - Sex Stories

Derelict

... preparing something hot to eat with the full understanding that a hot meal would be the only thing hot I’d have for the night. I diced tomatoes, and dropped some slices of center cut bacon into a skillet. The sizzling, the crackling, and the scent of the bacon hypnotized me, transporting me to a place of overwhelming comfort considering the bed I’d made for myself. I should have grabbed a drink with Vivie. Damn! Why did I do this to myself? Really, all I wanted was a hot shower, a bowl of tomato soup, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a healthy hour or so with my kitty. I placed the last slice of bacon on the rack to drain, and turned off the burners. The shower was still going on full when I heard sounds from my past. The whirring of Michael’s electric razor and the buzzing of his hair clippers reminded me that his electronic devices were still in my possession. Adam was taking full advantage – good for him. Boudoir bound, I took advantage of the time too. My knockers needed a release from the boulder holder. I peeled out of sweater, bra, skirt, and tights and slid into some black yoga pants and a white tee. A fan of neat stacks and lines, I kept moving until my shed clothing transformed into folds of compactness, and then I placed them into the hamper. Busy was a buzz in the bathroom still, so I stretched out on my bed for just a moment. *** Adam pushed the double XL sweat pants to his ankles and tugged on the waistband of his shorts. “Are you a purist, or would you like ...

... something a little extra?” Clean and talking now – articulate and tempting in fact. He had nerve standing at my bedroom door – brazen in fact. This - I would never tell Vivie. “Is head considered a normal ritual or is it something a little extra?” “That depends on your definition of head,” Adam explained with no shame in revealing his goods. “By the way, I’m Adam, and you’re called?” “Carmelita.” “Nice to meet you. Thank you, by the way. Head?” “Let me see... Head... You might call it the knob slob or rocking the mic. For me, head would involve me looking at the top of your fresh buzz cut from between my legs while your lips meet my lips. It would involve your baby soft dimples massaging my inner thighs while your tongue meets my gem. It would involve your manicured fingers drilling my holes while my juices quench your thirst. Do you require more clarification?” “Mmm, no I don’t. And to answer your question, head comes before and during the meal. Just tell me one thing.” “Which is?” “Do you have condoms?” “But of course. I’m always prepared and ready.” “It’s just that simple for you?” “Being prepared and ready? Yea, it’s that simple.” “No. I mean do you normally bring home prospects from off the street?” “It’s a standard of mine. Doesn’t everyone indulge?” I was lying, but I had to see where he was going with his dauntlessness. I should have told him my name was Vivie. “It’s dangerous behavior, Caramel.” “Carmelita. My name is Carmelita. I’ve gotten ahead in life by taking risks.” ...