What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [40]
Wearing such sexy shoes (another surprise)
Seeing in your eyes that you liked the way I looked, too
The way you looked at my breasts
The way you looked at my pussy (not when you acted mad, but other times)
Hearing you moan and groan because of me
Having you kiss me after you pretty much just said you shouldn’t kiss me (and now that I’ve written this down I hope it wasn’t some sort of pity kiss)
Things That Turned Me On (Also Not Necessarily a Complete List)
Shaving my cunt (very big surprise)
Your voice, when you walked into the room
Looking at you
Being spanked (but I’m not sure why)
When you put your finger in my asshole (is there some dirtier word for that I should be using?)
When you sucked my nipple into your mouth so hard
When you forced my legs apart
The first time I saw your cock
Watching you put it inside me
Right now, writing the word cock for you, sort of (but that still doesn’t mean I’m into talking dirty)
The way you kissed me at the end
She knew she probably could have thought of more, but she was tired—such strange sex had worn her out—and she wanted to go to bed. After folding the lists and putting them in an envelope, she wrote Brent’s name on the outside, called the front desk as instructed, then slid the envelope partially under the door, so she wouldn’t have to bother getting dressed to open it.
As she closed her eyes, she thought once more about the day. Had it changed her inside? Sexually? In other ways? It had certainly shown her a few unexpected things about herself, but in her mind, it was far too soon to recognize any far-reaching results. As for how on earth she’d been sucked into going forward with more of this, she wasn’t sure. As much as she’d loved his kisses, she would have liked attributing her cooperation to that as well—but she’d agreed, or not argued anyway, before he’d kissed her.
And maybe that was all the proof she needed to know this experience had already changed her, more than she could have conceived of just a day or two earlier—that seemed like a lifetime ago. Lord, how changed would she be after two full weeks of Brent’s fantasies?
You Are Invited to a Fantasy
Where: The Sheik’s Palace (map included)
When: Tonight, 8:00 p.m.
You are a newly acquired slavegirl in the sheik’s harem.
Appropriate attire will be provided at the palace, as will an evening meal.
Do as the sheik instructs and unthinkable pleasures await.
(Your safeword is Amelia Earhart.)
Brent sat on a large ruby red throw pillow in the harem room, reading the invitation he knew Jenna had received a few hours ago—guides were always given a copy of their own invitations as a matter of course, allowing them to make sure everything was right.
The large area was draped in colorful satins and silks, jewel-tone draperies spilling down walls and drooping from the ceiling like waves. Thick carpeting covered the floor, which was home to mounds of various-size pillows in more rich, saturated colors, taking the place of furniture. To give a sense of greater dimension, the room had been built on two levels; three steps descended into a square “pit” to one side and stretched along its length. And Brent’s clothing, of course, fit the setting—he was the sheik, complete with a small white turban and billowing white pants. For this particular fantasy, he wore no shirt.
Around him, people bustled about, arranging pillows and adjusting lighting. He looked up to see two pretty girls enter the room in their harem costumes. The taller one, a shapely blonde, met Brent’s gaze and playfully jiggled her tits within the sky blue chiffon bikini-type top that held them. “You like?” she asked.
Yes, he liked, very much, and gave her a wink in reply. “Very nice, Sasha.” Sasha was twenty-eight and working at the Hotel Erotique while she wrote her thesis—she’d soon have a master’s in social psychology with a focus on sex roles. The girl at her side, Barbie, was in her early twenties and had a BA in psychology, but was busy rebelling against her parents for a few years—after which Brent expected she’d get a job in counseling,