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Leaving
Lieve had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. Honestly, Lieve had been more than a friend. She’d been a refuge. Now, Lieve was too absorbed in her own life to even be a friend.
Lieve didn’t need her anymore. It looked like Lieve hardly needed anyone. Except Jude.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous of Jude, always busying Lieve with his pretty words. Another lie would be if she said she hadn’t toyed with the idea of Lieve’s head between her legs. Her truth would come as she rode along Lucretia’s, in between Jonan and Klein.
And, there would be others.
Even Jude and Lieve.
Jude was older, cooler, cultivated by cliché classics. He knew what he wanted. He knew what Lieve wanted too. He would know what she wanted too. One night he would flush them closer together. The three of them would become one. Their sweat would soak the sheets as some sex would spatter on the walls.
She would like Lucretia better.
Lucretia was the oldest, the first, and the one who would drench her in demure devotions. Sometimes, Lucretia liked to share. There would be others, the cleaners who came many ways on weekends. She was their toy but Lucretia played with her most. Lucretia knew her the most.
Jonan and Klein would come next. The pair rolled off her tongue, “Jonan and Klein,” “Klein and Jonan,” literally and figuratively. They came after Lieve and Jude. They were international students, arts majors dredging through a degree at a campus she would go to downtown. She glowed around them. And in between them. In their arms, she shone. She was gold.
Between them and Lucretia however, she burned brightest and boldest. “Lucretia, Jonan, and Klein.”
Some others would grace her body too: Crae and Midas. The first knew Jude as well as she knew her ropes and chains. Jonan, Klein, and pure coincidence were how she fell into the second.
Crae had been Jude’s fiancée. Crae would caress her only to spank her, then kiss her, then spank her again.
Midas was Jonan and Klein’s landlord. He would squish into her, above and below, when she waited for Klein and Jonan to come home only to be shared between them. The three of them would stuff her as they dolloped their devotions along and into her. She enjoyed being swept into their statuesque charms.
Through the favors of flesh, she would find freedom. She would come to appreciate the allure of spontaneous sensuality. A plan wasn’t a must to enjoy things. Neither were pleasantries and the other formal fixtures that seemed to make the cold world turn.
Enlightenment could be found through ecstasy. Or, it could find her.
That was probably why it often found her with her panties around her ankles.
Lieve didn’t need her anymore. It looked like Lieve hardly needed anyone. Except Jude.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous of Jude, always busying Lieve with his pretty words. Another lie would be if she said she hadn’t toyed with the idea of Lieve’s head between her legs. Her truth would come as she rode along Lucretia’s, in between Jonan and Klein.
And, there would be others.
Even Jude and Lieve.
Jude was older, cooler, cultivated by cliché classics. He knew what he wanted. He knew what Lieve wanted too. He would know what she wanted too. One night he would flush them closer together. The three of them would become one. Their sweat would soak the sheets as some sex would spatter on the walls.
She would like Lucretia better.
Lucretia was the oldest, the first, and the one who would drench her in demure devotions. Sometimes, Lucretia liked to share. There would be others, the cleaners who came many ways on weekends. She was their toy but Lucretia played with her most. Lucretia knew her the most.
Jonan and Klein would come next. The pair rolled off her tongue, “Jonan and Klein,” “Klein and Jonan,” literally and figuratively. They came after Lieve and Jude. They were international students, arts majors dredging through a degree at a campus she would go to downtown. She glowed around them. And in between them. In their arms, she shone. She was gold.
Between them and Lucretia however, she burned brightest and boldest. “Lucretia, Jonan, and Klein.”
Some others would grace her body too: Crae and Midas. The first knew Jude as well as she knew her ropes and chains. Jonan, Klein, and pure coincidence were how she fell into the second.
Crae had been Jude’s fiancée. Crae would caress her only to spank her, then kiss her, then spank her again.
Midas was Jonan and Klein’s landlord. He would squish into her, above and below, when she waited for Klein and Jonan to come home only to be shared between them. The three of them would stuff her as they dolloped their devotions along and into her. She enjoyed being swept into their statuesque charms.
Through the favors of flesh, she would find freedom. She would come to appreciate the allure of spontaneous sensuality. A plan wasn’t a must to enjoy things. Neither were pleasantries and the other formal fixtures that seemed to make the cold world turn.
Enlightenment could be found through ecstasy. Or, it could find her.
That was probably why it often found her with her panties around her ankles.
33 pages, ebook
Published October 23, 2014
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Fallen Kittie
34 books104 followersFallen Kittie (also known as "Fallen Matthews") is a freelance writer and sociologist who studies existentialism and supernatural folklore. She also enjoys penning erotica.
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