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Gemma7: I heard someone else use that word. Railed.
Shite…
Me: Doesn’t surprise me. It’s a common word to escape censors on social media.
Gemma7: True, but I don’t think they censor the chat feature.
Me: I’ll leave you with this: When I get my hands on you, I’m going to rip off your panties, and drive into your pussy from behind while rubbing your clit until you come at least three times. You’ll be begging me to stop because you can’t handle me driving into you like an animal anymore. Then I’m going to pull out, spread your ass cheeks and coat your back hole with my cum. Stick my finger in it to prep you, then fuck you there, too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jillian
Jesus Mary Joseph…
The memory of Eoghan slipping his finger into my ass while he went down on me slams into my brain like a cement truck, and my clit throbs in sync with my pounding heart.
With shaking hands, I type my reply to Johnny who may turn out to be a great substitute for what I want so bad from Eoghan but can’t have.
Me: Just remember, lover boy, I have to unlock the door.
Johnny: If you’re there, and I show you the Post-it, and you don’t unlock the door, I’ll break the window.
That scene in Body Heat when William Hurt wants Kathleen Turner so bad, he smashes the glass door to ravish her plays in my head. I recall how she heaved and jerked, seeing the glass shatter.
That was real for them. Even if it was a movie. This isn’t real.
But just in case…
Me: Can we have a safe word in case I’m not…comfortable with something?
Like the anal railing…
Johnny: Pick one.
In all the books I read, I always deflate when the woman picks something…boring. Like red. Unless that’s on purpose. If my mind is tangled up in fear, will red sit on top of my subconscious, easily pulled onto the tongue? Compared to something sexy like lingerie or silk or…
Me: Leather.
Johnny: Noted. Will you be wearing leather? I’d rather you wear something I can tear off your body.
Now I have to figure out an outfit for this fantasy. This is more work than I imagined.
Me: Don’t worry, you’ll be satisfied, Johnny B. Goode.
Johnny: You’re making me want to change my name to Johnny B. Bad. Bad just for you, Gemma7.
Me: And in case it’s not obvious, you need to use protection.
Johnny: Any requests?
Eoghan’s brand of choice comes to mind. The Durex Air. I looked up the brand, it’s one of the most expensive and comes in XXL. I’m curious what Johnny will pick.
Me: Dealer’s choice.
Johnny: Cute. See you soon, Gemma7.
I sign off, saying I’ll be in touch as far as when and exactly where because I’m quivering and need release. I don’t want to lose this feeling, this ache, this hunger to come.
