Residence 11 — Short Stories

“You love hearing how I’m going to pin you to this bed with my cock inside you and ride you hard and deep until you come on me.” To emphasize his plan, he ground his erection against her.

I outlined his thigh and ran my thumbs along the length of his dick through his sweats. He grunted against my mouth and squirmed under my touch. He was so hard and so responsive.

I looked at a picture of River’s round, supple ass again. My dick grew larger in my shorts, eventually breaking through the fabric, grabbing my phone, and going rogue. My penis texted River: “Hi. Are you available today?”

He broke her hold and started making his way from her mouth to her neck, from her neck to her breasts, and after spending some time there, he dragged his mouth lower, over her stomach, to her hips, to her thighs, and then between.

“Scheduling sex kills the chase,” Suzanne said. “Swinging invites the chase to your house for cocktails.”