You (Razor's Edge)
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Copyright ©2013 Melyssa Jay
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"Peace." Finally some me time. Time to be alone. Time to relax.
The long day had left her frazzled. Lost household goods. Shipments running late. Trucks broken down. Jess felt for all the families she moved, she really did. She was honored to serve those who served her country. Sometimes, despite every precaution, despite all the follow-ups, things went awry. She needed this quiet time.
And Jess needed to climax.
Making quick use of the adjustable showerhead in the morning, a small vibrator inserted inside her pussy while reading something super sexy, or just flicking her clit, always met her needs. But sometimes she broke up her nightly routine by relaxing to a fantasy.
Tonight was reserved for an Earth-shaking climax. Yes, she wanted a big "O."
Freshly showered, she quickly finished drying her body before she climbed up onto the bed.
Rock music -- post-grunge, a little bit alternative -- filled her bedroom. She kept the music loud enough to make her want to dance, yet not intrude on her neighbors. She loved music. And she loved the rasp, the grit in this lead vocalist's voice most of all. She quivered in delight. Did anyone have a deeper, scratchier voice? Not that she'd heard.
Just listening to the singer aroused her. His rough voice could likely bring about an orgasm. It'd definitely helped her along to bliss numerous times...
Oh, yeah, he rocked it. How did someone go about being a roadie? Was she too old to drop everything and follow a band around while they toured?
Perhaps they'd take a romantic walk along the Ponte Vecchio in Florence. Or wander along the cobbled walks of the city of love. Yes, every woman should be romanced in Paris. She sighed wistfully. Although maybe her famous lover would prefer exploring the archaeological delights of ancient Akrotiri. As long as their trip to Santorini included lounging on the black sand beaches and sipping wine at one of the island's vineyards, she'd be more than content.
What other cities would he show her? Hmm... Venice, the magical city of water, or Copenhagen, the land of fairytales?
She caressed her skin, kindling desire...