I almost forget it was Sunday! Fortunately Victoria Bliss sent out her usual reminder! Here's a quick kiss from my short story Red Eye, which was recently published in Cole Riley's anthology, Too Much Boogie: Erotic Remixes of the Dirty Blues
Don't forget to hop over to Victoria's and read this Sunday's other snogs!
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Then, just as the first climax subsided, the plane hit a pocket of bad air. It bucked and rocked, slamming her back against the rod of flesh embedded in her ass, then forward onto the dildo. She came again, a delicious shattering that left her hanging limp on the two poles that impaled her.
The 747 continued to shake. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, using her body to bring himself off. The plane dipped suddenly, leaving a hole in her gut. What a way to die, she thought, delirious with pleasure. With one cock in my ass and one in my cunt.
With a grunt, he slammed into her one last time. She felt the heat of his come in her bowels, even through the latex. Every sensation seemed to be heightened after her dual crisis. When his cock slipped out of her, she reveled in the feel of his half-hard penis slithering over her cheeks. When he reached to remove the toy, she ground her clit against it, and exploded a third time.
The plane still tossed like a feather on the transcontinental currents. She heard a ding; a red light came on near the ceiling.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we're experiencing some severe turbulence. Please return to your seats immediately and fasten your seatbelts."
She turned, seeing his face for the first time since he'd entered. He looked more serious than she would have expected, without his usual teasing grin.
"You'd better get back to your seat. If one of the other stewardesses notices that you're missing..."
He stopped her with a kiss, grabbing her shoulders, smearing KY all over her blouse. His mouth was as forceful as his cock. His tongue was brazen, taking her over. She relaxed into his embrace, floating on a pink cloud of happily ever afters. He devoured her as though she was his last meal.
The plane shook itself like a dog after swimming. The force of it pulled them apart.
He gazed at her, his dark eyes brimming with emotion. "Alison - thank you."
