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I sit on the edge of the bathtub re-reading the conversation and trying to not let my heart get carried away with itself. Sure, we’re having dinner tomorrow… but it’s to hopefully work out a smoother, more communicative, way forward in our friendship and to iron out the past creases. Or at least iron out the parts that don’t feel so good, and haven’t for a long time.
Maybe now is the time to finally put it right.
CHAPTER10
Emmerson
The shock of the fact we’re going to be meeting for dinner in twenty-four hours is almost too much for me to take in. I’m very nervous, and I ought to be, as there are things that are going to be said that haven’t once been uttered out loud before.
But once again, I’m glad that we can be adults about this and actually have a conversation. Part of the problem with Douglas and I was that we lost the communication thing, and we were on different playing fields.
Apart from that last part of our relationship, Taylor and I were always able to communicate how we felt very well. Maybe that’s because the kids in us were still best friends.
Regardless, I’m quite pleased with the exchange we just had. The strange thing is it leaves me feeling a little impulsive for a little bit of extra stimulation while I’m in the shower. It’s not even from conversing with Taylor just now; I’ve been missing pleasure in my life for a while… and I’m longing to get some relief.
I play some music from my phone and pull out my suction stimulator, which is red and shaped like a rose.
I sort of feel bad using it under parent’s roof, but again, I need some freaking relief.
Since seeing Taylor again, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about when we were together.
It plagues me.
I know it’s wrong. I may have been his first, but he’s had a million women since then. I’ve only been with one since Taylor.
It’s been almost six months since Doug and I separated. And that reminds me that I need to answer his messages about the final settlement and arrange for us both to sign off.
I think officially putting this all behind me will be a really good thing.
As I step into the warm heat, I turn the little rose on and run it up and down my center to my sweet spot and let it do its suction thing while I place my other hand on the tiles and let the water cascade down my front.
It feels so damned good.
I murmur as the suction pulls me deep into some kind of enchanted spell and I feel my body start to tingle. It’s almost like it’s setting me free as I move my hips, watching my breasts move back and forth, my nipples hard under the hot steam.
I can’t stop thinking about Taylor.
God how I wish it was him in here with me. I wish he was taking me from behind while my sucker is still going. I wish he was the one with his hands covering my breasts, pulling, playing, and teasing them while his hips pump, his huge length sliding in and out of me.
I want to feel him… every last inch of him.
I close my eyes. Somewhere in the depths of me, I know I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t be thinking about him in this way. There’s no way it’s ever going to happen.
I’m pretty sure he still resents me.
I push those parts away because they are like ghosts of my past. I’m sure they’ll come up over dinner at some point. But I don’t need to listen to that internal chatter in this moment.
I concentrate on right now, and what I can control… and that’s the soft silicone rose bud sucking onto my center. I feel the warmth spreading through my body, starting way down low and slowly building little tingles with each movement.
I cannot even imagine what it would feel like if it were his mouth down there.
We never experimented very much with that kind of thing on me, only because I didn’t know if I liked the idea of him kissing me there. I was kind of sexually timid back then. Now it’s all I can think about.
The tingles appear rapidly. I feel them getting closer and closer with every second and every breath I take. Every thought is what he could do to me.
I shouldn’t think about it… but I can’t stop myself.
Maybe it’s just the good vibrations about to explode through me, I’m not sure.
