Excerpt from
Rock My Socks Off
By
Jeremy Edwards
'Remember, Jacob,' Normandie said valiantly, 'they were originally made for children.'
'Quite true,' he said. 'I don't blame the children. Kids just hop on and ride. They can't be expected to have good aesthetic sensibilities. The important thing,' he added grudgingly, 'is that they have fun.'
'The important thing is that we have fun, too,' said Normandie, stroking Jacob's arm. Then she whispered, 'I forgot to wear panties today.'
He pressed his fingers against the lightweight fabric of her summer skirt, and verified what she'd just told him.
She smirked. 'And what was that you just said -- "hop on and ride"?' In another moment, she had straddled the largest -- and possibly the most hideous -- rocking horse in sight, one that had evidently been built to accommodate an entire small family of aesthetically undiscriminating children.
'Dee!' Jacob knew that the officious management could walk in at any time.
She looked back at him, with a challenge in her eyes. 'Hop on and ride,' was all she said.
It was an offer he could not refuse.
'Don't you get turned on by the thrill of possibly getting caught?' she asked as he snuggled up behind her and the contraption began to jiggle equivocally beneath them.
'No. Personally, I'm more into the thrill of *not* getting caught. However, I'm turned on enough by your bare cunt on a rocking horse that the getting or not getting caught is incidental.'
While clinging to her waist with one hand, he reached underneath her with the other and nestled his fingers into her wet spot. They would just have to hope that this additional layer of varnish wouldn't damage the antique finish.
Sensuously, they began to rock, their combined weight easily directing the horse back and forth. Jacob kept two fingers firmly implanted in Normandie's pussy, and as their bodies travelled to and fro the fingers did the same: a delectable microcosm.
His free arm was wrapped tightly around her, and he could feel her heartbeat reverberating through her entire torso. She was rocking within the rocking -- she was evidently using the sculpted saddle horn to generate the friction she needed against her clit. Soon she was coming, her cunt clenching and her firm bottom pressing frantically against his stiff crotch. He wondered how he was going to dismount from the ridiculous vehicle under the burden of such a huge hard-on.
With the grace of a lewd ballerina, Normandie scooted herself 180 degrees, using her slippery, gaping snatch as a fulcrum. Once she was facing him, she unzipped his jeans while Jacob rested his hands on her shoulders. They rocked more slowly now, her ass doing the work. With a glint in her eye, she reached underneath herself to moisten her hand, then stroked him, rocking all the while. She brought him off quietly, directing his spurts of release right onto the summer fabric of her lap. Then she kissed him, as if the mess had been his gift to her.
'I may have to reconsider my opinions about rocking horses,' said Jacob.
'Quite true,' he said. 'I don't blame the children. Kids just hop on and ride. They can't be expected to have good aesthetic sensibilities. The important thing,' he added grudgingly, 'is that they have fun.'
'The important thing is that we have fun, too,' said Normandie, stroking Jacob's arm. Then she whispered, 'I forgot to wear panties today.'
He pressed his fingers against the lightweight fabric of her summer skirt, and verified what she'd just told him.
She smirked. 'And what was that you just said -- "hop on and ride"?' In another moment, she had straddled the largest -- and possibly the most hideous -- rocking horse in sight, one that had evidently been built to accommodate an entire small family of aesthetically undiscriminating children.
'Dee!' Jacob knew that the officious management could walk in at any time.
She looked back at him, with a challenge in her eyes. 'Hop on and ride,' was all she said.
It was an offer he could not refuse.
'Don't you get turned on by the thrill of possibly getting caught?' she asked as he snuggled up behind her and the contraption began to jiggle equivocally beneath them.
'No. Personally, I'm more into the thrill of *not* getting caught. However, I'm turned on enough by your bare cunt on a rocking horse that the getting or not getting caught is incidental.'
While clinging to her waist with one hand, he reached underneath her with the other and nestled his fingers into her wet spot. They would just have to hope that this additional layer of varnish wouldn't damage the antique finish.
Sensuously, they began to rock, their combined weight easily directing the horse back and forth. Jacob kept two fingers firmly implanted in Normandie's pussy, and as their bodies travelled to and fro the fingers did the same: a delectable microcosm.
His free arm was wrapped tightly around her, and he could feel her heartbeat reverberating through her entire torso. She was rocking within the rocking -- she was evidently using the sculpted saddle horn to generate the friction she needed against her clit. Soon she was coming, her cunt clenching and her firm bottom pressing frantically against his stiff crotch. He wondered how he was going to dismount from the ridiculous vehicle under the burden of such a huge hard-on.
With the grace of a lewd ballerina, Normandie scooted herself 180 degrees, using her slippery, gaping snatch as a fulcrum. Once she was facing him, she unzipped his jeans while Jacob rested his hands on her shoulders. They rocked more slowly now, her ass doing the work. With a glint in her eye, she reached underneath herself to moisten her hand, then stroked him, rocking all the while. She brought him off quietly, directing his spurts of release right onto the summer fabric of her lap. Then she kissed him, as if the mess had been his gift to her.
'I may have to reconsider my opinions about rocking horses,' said Jacob.
The erotic fiction of Jeremy Edwards has appeared in over thirty-five anthologies, including several volumes in the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica series. He is a frequent contributor to print and online magazines, and a live-reading alumnus of New York’s In the Flesh and Philadelphia’s Erotic Literary Salon.
2 comments:
Thank you so, so much for that blush-inducing, socks-knocking-offward introduction, M.C.! I'm so honored to be here again. You're the greatest!
Just put the check in the usual place, sweetie :-)
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