Jammies and Wild, Sweaty Monkey Sex

Jammies

“Are we just going to sit around in our pajamas all day?” He asked as he sipped his first cup of coffee.

She chuckled and rubbed her foot on the inside of his leg. “Maybe, my-Sir. Would that be a terrible way to spend a rainy day?”

‘’No little-one, that would not be a bad idea at all. So, what’s up with you this morning? How did you sleep last night? You seemed a little restless.”

“I slept pretty well and woke up dreamily, feeling all soft, pliant, subby, romantic, fanciful and horny. I’m running out of adjectives.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “My, my…that was certainly a mouthful of adjectives. OK, so what runs through your mind when you wake up in this subby mood?”

She shifted and placed her foot on the growing bulge between his legs. “Hmm. What runs through my mind when I feel that way? Well, the thoughts and visions are kind of ethereal as I’m waking up. I feel warmly cared for, affectionate and happy.” He groaned when she rubbed his throbbing length with the edge of her foot. “I imagine You wrapped around me, hands wandering all over, kissing, legs entwined, and wanting to lounge in bed all day, just experiencing each other. We’d enjoy breakfast in bed. Sexy cuddling, snuggling, talking, laughing – a good-girl and her-Sir. See, I’m not always a brat.”

He put the coffee cup down, slipped a hand under her t-shirt and cupped her breast. “I’m liking this subby mood of yours. Hell, we should have stayed in bed. The next time you have one of these soft and subby moods, you have my permission to do whatever comes to your wicked mind.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb around her nipple and smiled as the bud stiffened under his touch. “Tell me what else ran through your mind when you woke this morning.”

She groaned in pain mixed with pleasure when he cruelly pinched her nipple.  “I wanted to stop you when you got out of bed to put on the coffee, but I wasn’t ready to fully wake up. I imagined sliding down your body, slipping under the sheets and nuzzling your cock until it got rock hard…like it is now. Flicking my tongue around it, teasing, sucking, slurping…then taking you all into my mouth. I thought about your hand in my hair, relaxing my throat so you can push deep, then sucking with just my lips, and stroking up your length from balls to head with my tongue. All the dirty, filthy words you would be saying as I pleased You ran through my mind.”

He swallowed a deep breath as he continued to fondle her breasts. “I like the way you think. So what should we do now?”

“Sir, are you letting me top from the bottom?”

“Yes little-one, today you are in charge.”

Her grin was nearly bigger than her face. “We’re going to cuddle, kiss and make out like teenagers in heat. Then we’re going to have wild monkey sex, watch the game and eat something, other than each other, probably cereal with bananas for breakfast. I’d cook you some pancakes, but I don’t want you to fall asleep before I’m finished with you. Maybe we’ll order a pizza later and then start all over again at the cuddle, snuggle – monkey sex part.”

He stroked his chin to give the impression he was in deep thought. It took him all of three seconds to ponder her suggestion for how they should spend this rainy Saturday. He really didn’t care what they did, as long as they did it together. She was his submissive, but she was also his best friend.

“Well, you seem to have this all planned out and I must admit your idea does have potential, especially the part about the pizza. I want mushrooms and pineapples on the pizza.”

Her foot traveled up his leg and back to his crotch. “Fine, you’re going to need the mushrooms. In fact, we should probably get anchovies too.”

“Good thinking, even if your inner-brat is showing. Do we have enough wine?”

“Yep, I bought three bottles of our favorite red and white wines.”

“Little-one, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you had this all planned. OK, one more thing.”

She tried and failed not to roll her eyes. “And…..?”

“I want to start with the cuddling. I want you to crawl over here, sit in my lap, lay your head on my chest and just let me hold you for a while.”

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”

He winked. “Then we’ll have the hot and sweaty monkey sex.”

“Of course.”

“You are My good-girl. I love you.”

“More – I Love You More.”

“I doubt it. Now get your ass over here now. My hands are twitching to give you a spanking and my arms are aching to give you a hug.”

“Yes, Sir.”

 

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

The Marsten House

The Marsten House

“Go ahead, Lance. What are you waiting for? Stop being a chicken shit.”

“David…shut the fuck up. Just give me a few minutes to think.”

Lance was dizzy from the onslaught of adrenaline juicing his veins.  With slow, deliberate steps, he turned and walked back down the porch steps. The sound of David’s soft footsteps followed. He leaned against the tall oak tree in the front yard, struggling to breathe. Sweat moistened his palms and icy tendrils of fear snaked down his back. The foreboding shadow of the ghoulish Marsten house loomed over him as he nervously dried his wet hands on his jeans.

His best friend spoke softly, “Lance, are you okay?”

Lance looked at David as though he’d recently escaped from the looney farm.  “No, I’m not okay,” Lance whispered. The howl of a wolf pierced the night and he shivered. “I…I don’t think I can do it. Tell me again why this is a good idea.”

David laughed. “Come on dude, you’re kidding…right? This is the chance of a lifetime.”

“If going into that house is such a golden opportunity, then maybe you should be the one to reap the rewards. Seriously, you have more experience with this kind of thing than I do.”

The full moon peeped through the cloud shrouded night sky and cast a surreal glow over the yard. A light came on in an upstairs’ room and both young men looked up to see a woman silhouetted behind a partially drawn window shade.

Lance gasped. “Sssh,” David warned.

The shapely woman faced the window and stood with her legs spread wide. If she was aware of their presence, she obviously didn’t care. She raised the shade until only her face was blocked, but the shadow between her thighs beckoned to Lance and his cock sprang to attention. Her hands slid down her legs and bunched in the hem of her short negligee. Slowly the wispy wrapper inched up her creamy flesh, but stopped just short of paradise. She held the pose for a long second and then the light in the room went out. Lance blinked and she was gone.

David slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh my god, did you see her?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m sure that was Birdie.”

“Well, are you going in there or not?”

Lance adjusted his painful erection. “Maybe.”

“Maybe…are you shitting me? If things were different, I’d be in that house right now with one of the Marsten sisters’ legs wrapped around my neck.”

“I’m sure they would prefer you over me.”

David groaned. “They want a virgin…that’s you, not me. I wish two freaky sisters wanted to take my cherry when I was nineteen. Now stop being a pussy and go get that pussy.”

Lance inhaled a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.”

Lance marched up the steps and the gateway to his wet dreams creaked open. He walked into the silent, pitch-black house and the door closed behind him.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘door’.

Photo attribution of the Marsten House provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net