Competition Clue
Before I launch our free competition, I would like to introduce you to Rachel Kramer Bussel. Rachel lives in New York City. She is Senior Editor at Penthouse Variations and a Contributing Editor to Penthouse.
Her books include The Lesbian Sex Book, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica and Ultimate Undies: Erotic Stories about Underwear and Lingerie. Rachel's books can easily be found by
Searching Amazon. Rachel has kindly donated an excert from her book Erotic Stories About Underwear and Lingerie for us to use:
"Choices"Choices" by Rachel Kramer Bussel
She paid for her private treasure, watching the saleswoman delicately wrap it in pink paper, leaving the store with a smile tricking about her lips. She went home and took a long, luxurious bath, the hot water finding its way into every spot she'd known was sore, and many she hadn't. She had plenty of time before Nick got back from the game, and used it well, lying around in bed with their biggest, fluffiest white towel wrapped around her like a cocoon. She tried to read but found her mind wandering back to the slip, to the way holding it as it threatened to slip from her grasp.
She finally got up reluctantly replacing the towel on its rack, then smoothing raspberry-scented lotion up her long, newly shaved legs, onto her arms and hands. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, bare, freckles dotting her cheeks, tousled red curls framing her face, still lean, those proud breasts, the still-flat stomach housing her most magnificent work yet, tangle of ruby pubic hair hiding what lay beneath, strong legs keeping her up, toes sparkling with silver polish. She smiled at herself, the kind intended to warm viewer and viewee, the kind that starts in the mind but in the act of raising the corners of one's lips, makes itself known, demanding an answer. Then she grinned, her smile morphing into something not forced but felt, fully. And, grinning, is how she slipped into the $200 slip, the one she'd been too anxious to try on in the store.
A cramped dressing room was no place for her body to be introduced to such a luxury. No, here in the privacy of her own bathroom, she let the silky turquoise fall against her, let the lace caress the tops of her breasts, her nipples threatening to peek through the mesh pattern. Somehow, the slip managed to straddle the line between elegant and sexy, between upper class wife and downtown whore, quite perfectly. She put her hand on her hip, moaning aloud at the slippery perfection of this fabric against her skin. She'd bought a tiny matching pair of panties, ones that just spanned the curves of her ass, but she Amber decided to forgo them. Standing, the slip's deliberately distressed hem grazed the tops of her thighs, the zigzagging lace pattern drawing attention upward.
Though she was generally prone to modesty, topped with a good dose of body image issues, the sight before her was so sexy that Amber couldn't help bringing her fingers under its hem to stroke her own creamy folds. The additional hormones floating through her body combined with her joy at surprising Nick, and herself, was too much for her, and she knew she need to come right then and there. While she watched in the mirror, looking on as if viewing a live action peep show, which in a way this was, her hand dipped under the glorious silk, crushing it to her stomach as her fingers climbed their way to ecstasy, first meandering along her juicy slit, then pushing deeper,seeking more. She made herself keep watching, even when she longed to close her eyes and float way on the sensory overload of probing fingers and nipples pushing against silk, of hard and soft, bending, hiding, seeking, all joining together.
From this angle, she couldn't see everything, and that was okay. It was enough to watch her first two fingers disappear inside herself, emerging wet and gleaming before plunging back in. She stepped closer, so she was touching the mirror, her fingers fogging it up, humping it almost as her body writhed against the hard surface, the slip the third player in her little game. It was so light, had felt like nothing when she'd taken the bagfrom the clerk, but it was that lightness, that delicate touch that she had to focus on to feel, that kept her going. With her free hand, Amber rubbed her body, rejuvenating her self-love, the kind she remembered from rolling around in the grass of her backyard as a child.
She rubbed herself aggressively, wrapping the turquoise around her slim body, teasing her nipples by pinching them in turn between the softness as she got wetter and wetter. She longed to lift the sip above her head and slide it between her legs, let it sop up the wetness she'd been building, but she waited for Nick, even though part of her knee she was ruining the garment with her clawing and grabbing. She didn't care, and as her breath fogged up the mirror even more, she leaned against it for comfort, coolness, support, fucking herself twofold as she finally shut her eyes and relented, gave herself up, wholly and fully, to her own urges, no one else's. She forgot about the baby, forgot about her husband, forgot about the store and the weather and dinner. All Amber knew was the ache deep inside, the raw need to be filled, full, fucked, and she crammed a third finger inside, maneuvering her thumb to get at her swollen clit.
"Yes," she whispered, then said it louder, her lips brushing the mirror as she spoke, the tiny word growing bigger, bolder, having greater purpose the more she spoke it her "yes" traveled from her lips on down, resounding along her flushed chest, her proud nipples, past her stomach to where she needed it most. The "yes" seemed to slip onto her fingers, to become something more than three little letters as she kept saying it over and over as her fingers merged with her flesh, wet and urgent until they homed in on what they needed. "YES," she finally cried out, the noise coinciding with the crash of the open door as Nick walked in. He heard the finally cry, but couldn't quite figure out what it meant.
Choices with kind Permission
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