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Ideas are formalizing quicker than they have in years. The words are flowing, the dialogue is progressing, and the descriptions are almost lyrical and poetic. My fingers move hurriedly across the keyboard, attempting to keep up with the frenzied thoughts in my head.
And before I realize how long I’ve been working, I’ve added two more chapters to my growing manuscript. Sure, I’ll have to revise them later this afternoon, but I know they’re some of the best ones I’ve written in a while.
Laughing, I slump in my seat and rest my head on the edge of the chair back as I look at the ceiling. I’d once thought my writing mojo was gone for good and I’d never get it back. Yet it seems like all I needed was a beautiful Christmas sprite to get my head on straight and make the words start flowing again. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever tell my fucking big brother he was right.
I stand and stretch my arms over my head, feeling my bones shift with a satisfyingpop.Thinking it’s past time I washed up, I step into the shower and turn the knob, adjusting the temperature until the spray is shy of scalding. I never did get dressed this morning, so it takes no time to strip out of my black boxer briefs from last night. Once I’m beneath the running stream, I tilt my face toward the showerhead, allowing the hot water to relax my body.
Gliding a sudsy cloth along my heated skin reminds me of when I cleaned up a sexy little elf lying in my bed. Truthfully, I didn’t want to.God, I didn’t want to.I wanted her just the way she was, with a delicate sheen of sweat making her curvy body glow in the moonlight—her full tits soft and supple, tipped with hardened, mouth-watering nipples.
She was so vulnerable for me, as I pressed her thighs back and open, revealing her pretty pink pussy. The same pussy that was swollen and throbbing and still clenching even as she drifted to sleep with my cum inside her. Like an arrogant jerk, I couldn’t stop my smirk when I saw it trickle down the cleft of her ass. Our cum mixed together on the beautiful canvas of her smooth, bare skin made it physically hurt to wipe away all traces of what we’d done. My primal instincts wanted to leave it as some sort of claim that would keep other men at bay. Yet the more sensible side of me thought better of it and wanted her to be comfortable while she slept.
But the image of her perfectly cream-pied pussy is seared into my brain forever. And even now, hours later, the thought of it makes my cock hard. I try to ignore my mounting arousal and continue with my shower, but the washcloth dragging along my hip only reminds me of cleaning Teddie’s warm, pliant flesh. I can still hear her sleepy gasps when I would brush too close to her sensitive clit.
I laugh, remembering being jealous of a scrap of cotton that was close enough totasteher pussy. I was dying to put my mouth on her, to let my tongue slowly glide through her swollen pussy lips and bring her back to the edge of an orgasm. But she was quickly drifting off to sleep, and I didn’t want to be a selfish asshole. That doesn’t stop me from thinking about it now, though, and wanting it just as much as I did last night.
Fuck…
My cock aches, now hard as steel, as I register the sting of the water when it hits the scratches she left across my back. She may seem annoyingly sweet and bubbly, but beneath all the tinsel, she’s a vixen who drives me crazy.
I grab the base of my cock and lightly squeeze, mimicking her pussy wrapping around me. She felt so good last night, soright, as if the two of us were pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. I’m chasing that feeling again while knowing this’ll never come close.
I can still taste the sweetness of her skin on my tongue, like those damn sugar cookies she keeps baking. What I wouldn’t give to tease her with a few licks, knowing every inch of her would be fucking delicious.
I usually draw my orgasm out, letting myself enjoy the buildup. But this one’s coming on fast because I can still see Teddie’s pretty pussy covered with cum every time I close my eyes. I taste her every time I swipe my tongue across my lips. Feel her luscious curves pressed against my body.
And when my name begins to repeat in my head in her breathy little moan, I completely lose it. My hips stutter, and my hand is a blur as it moves up and down my throbbing cock. Cum spurts out, landing on the shower wall, and I’m left as breathless as she was in my memory while I stroke myself through my release. A few remaining trickles of cum continue to drip until I’m fully satisfied and my cock softens. Then, the post-nut clarity sets in, and I’m embarrassed by what I’ve done.
I rinse away the evidence, then quickly finish washing my body, trying to push every sexy thought of Teddie out of my mind. She’s not my girlfriend, or fuck-buddy, or even really a friend, so I don’t exactly have the right to think of her while I’m masturbating, right? Even if that was one of the best solo sessions I’ve had in months.
I dry myself off and attempt to shut down my brain, but every avenue of thought leads back to her.
These are pretty nice towels. Probably because Teddie always wants her guests to be comfortable.
I wonder if it will rain today? If it does, Teddie won't have to water the plants outside.
A good night’s sleep helped me finally get some writing done. Who am I kidding? Sex with Teddie helped me get some writing done.
“This’ll be fine,” I tell my reflection as I brace my hands on the bathroom sink. “Just steer clear of her for a while and you’ll put her out of your head. Spend the day writing, and stay out of the rest of the house unless you absolutely need something.”
Yeah, that’s a great game plan. I’ll just get some coffee from the kitchen and then hole myself up in my room for the rest of the day. Everything will be fine.
It’s gonna be fine.
I slip on a t-shirt and mesh basketball shorts before heading to the bedroom door.
Everything will be fine,I repeat to myself.As long as I don’t see—
Teddie is standing outside my door when I open it, with her usual bright, cheerful smile. I’m blinded by her sunshine for a second and don’t immediately notice the navy-blue coffee mug that she’s holding. Without a single word, she thrusts it at me, and I instinctively reach to take it.
I look at her, look at the mug, then back at her. “I use this cup every morning.”
Her eyes crinkle at the corners in a way I refuse to acknowledge ascute. “I know,” she confirms, no hint of condensation in her voice, just pure kindness.
“How?” I’m still astonished, and she giggles.
“Because, unlike some people,Ipay attention to those around me.” Her tone is still light, and a flush goes through me when I realize she’steasingme.
I clear my throat and straighten my posture, trying to cover up any fluster she may have caused. “It’s a nice gesture, Teddie, but I like it—”
