Introducing the cast

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

“Remember that night?”

After my first experience with the missionary position last night, I thought I might try and vary it a bit tonight… (if you get it, you get it)

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[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Laura - “Unapologetic cliche”

Given she was already cheating on her husband, Laura decided she might as well go all in: ironically, that was what Danny was doing to her mouth.



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[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Claire - “Gluttony”

She had only met him a few hours ago. They talked for a little while, but he was still a stranger to her; he always would be a stranger. She had imagined how he would want to fuck her while they chatted; she hadn’t imagined this. That he would be making love to her like this, kissing her throat until she had pleaded for his lips to be on hers. She hadn’t imagined that it would be this good, and it was unbelievably good.

It was was too much. He was too much, yes like that but also in every other way. But she was going to have all of him, no matter what the consequences. She watched herself reaching down, her fingers encircling him and stripping off his condom. She heard herself telling him not to pull-out. Not telling him, begging him, begging him to do something insane that could never be undone. He did just as she asked.

Breathless in the aftermath she heard her mobile phone vibrating aggressively, so it seemed to her, in the handbag she had abandoned on the floor somewhere. She hadn’t heard her husband’s previous attempt to reach her, which ironically had been drowned out infinitely by the screaming climax she had reached as a man she didn’t know came inside her.

Now was not the time to explain herself. She wanted more, needed more; more than she could get at home, more than she knew where to find apart from here with this stranger. She was going to get it no matter what. Gluttony was such a fun sin.

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[Llehlla]

Claire - “Gluttony”

She had only met him a few hours ago. They talked for a little while, but he was still a stranger to her; he always would be a stranger. She had imagined how he would want to fuck her while they chatted; she hadn’t imagined this. That he would be making love to her like this, kissing her throat until she had pleaded for his lips to be on hers. She hadn’t imagined that it would be this good, and it was unbelievably good.

It was was too much. He was too much, yes like that but also in every other way. But she was going to have all of him, no matter what the consequences. She watched herself reaching down, her fingers encircling him and stripping off his condom. She heard herself telling him not to pull-out. Not telling him, begging him, begging him to do something insane that could never be undone. He did just as she asked.

Breathless in the aftermath she heard her mobile phone vibrating aggressively, so it seemed to her, in the handbag she had abandoned on the floor somewhere. She hadn’t heard her husband’s previous attempt to reach her, which ironically had been drowned out infinitely by the screaming climax she had reached as a man she didn’t know came inside her.

Now was not the time to explain herself. She wanted more, needed more; more than she could get at home, more than she knew where to find apart from here with this stranger. She was going to get it no matter what. Gluttony was such a fun sin.

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I was working tonight on a drawing that has a story with a similar vibe. It isn’t finished yet so not ready to post. I like the wildness of your story, the way she lets herself get carried away. Fantasy is so freeing. To hell with the consequences!

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

“Not his fantasy”

It was all surreal for a moment; as if she was in bed with Dan, listening to him explain again how he fantasised about watching her; seeing her resist them momentarily, but quickly yield to their intent and then willingly play her role. Countless nights he had asked her to conjure those images in her mind while he fucked her, and mostly she had obliged.

When she was alone one afternoon, she realised that she had adopted his fantasy, but not in every detail. She would invite them to the house when it suited her; she would lead them to her bedroom and perhaps undress for them; then she would surrender on terms she would offer.

Of course, the most jarring difference between their versions of his fantasy was that in her’s, he would not be watching.

Now down on her knees, she was pleased that the fantasy was translating into reality very well. He had no idea; perhaps she will tell him, perhaps not.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Laura - “Asked and Answered”

Whenever he saw her naked, whenever they made love, whenever he pinned her arms above her head and fucked her, he saw the tattoo. A tiny heart, underneath her left breast. He saw it on their first night and then every night since. Her permanent tribute to someone else; his best friend as it happened.

He had asked her about it and she had told him almost everythihg.

What he didn’t know was that a few months ago she had noticed the tattoo was starting to fade, so she made an appointment and had it re-inked. She also re-fucked his best friend.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

I was working tonight on a drawing that has a story with a similar vibe. It isn’t finished yet so not ready to post. I like the wildness of your story, the way she lets herself get carried away. Fantasy is so freeing. To hell with the consequences!

Quite so. Then comes the question of whether someone is tempted to let a fantasy cross over into their reality, and then whether, once they breach that wall, they can stop themselves at all…

 

[Llehlla]

Quite so. Then comes the question of whether someone is tempted to let a fantasy cross over into their reality, and then whether, once they breach that wall, they can stop themselves at all…

Yes, then the consequences aren’t so easily told to go to hell!

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Molly - “RSVP by return”

Dave had already told her he couldn’t get round today; her message was to check whether he was sure. What it didn’t say, but what he knew implicitly, was that if he wasn’t her entertainment for the day, she would not struggle to find someone else to keep her company.

What he didn’t know, was that the photo attached to her message was the same photo another friend of Molly’s had received first thing this morning. Ben had been fucking her for the last three hours, but couldn’t stay any longer because he was having lunch with Molly’s best-friend, Beth. Coincidentally, she was also his girlfriend.

Dave messaged her to say he was on his way. He didn’t want to surrender her to another man, not even just for an afternoon.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

“Cognitive Dissonance”

Through a curtain of rain, through a window without a curtain, he watched a man he didn’t know, fucking a woman he knew all too well. She hadn’t made any promises and neither had he, after all, she was only playing, and he was happily married. Very happily married.

The cauldron of his mind blended his mixed emotions: the jealousy of watching someone fuck her and the excitement of watching someone fuck her….

[I appreciate this is a very imperfect painting. I had something very different in mind, and then suddenly the idea came to my mind of someone watching them through a window streaked with rain. Many, many years ago I had a ground floor apartment with a window that looked out onto a shared garden…I’ll say no more…!]

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Sue - “Memories”

Was it her husband who imagined, etched into her skin for him to read, the name of every other man she had fucked, or was she a blank canvas to him, and it was she who mumbled their names in silent prayer, like the litany of saints?

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[Llehlla]

“Cognitive Dissonance”

Through a curtain of rain, through a window without a curtain, he watched a man he didn’t know, fucking a woman he knew all too well. She hadn’t made any promises and neither had he, after all, she was only playing, and he was happily married. Very happily married.

The cauldron of his mind blended his mixed emotions: the jealousy of watching someone fuck her and the excitement of watching someone fuck her….

[I appreciate this is a very imperfect painting. I had something very different in mind, and then suddenly the idea came to my mind of someone watching them through a window streaked with rain. Many, many years ago I had a ground floor apartment with a window that looked out onto a shared garden…I’ll say no more…!]

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Love the artwork!

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Love the artwork!

Thank you!

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Molly - “After hours”

Her plan had been to tease him for as long as he would let her; but she gave in first, in fact, she gave in almost immediately. She belonged to him, and they both knew it; she told him anyway.

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[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Laura - “Gym-session”

Having to raise herself that extra two or three inches every time was worth it tonight, but tomorrow her thighs and her stomach muscles were going to ache like a bitch. It was still going to be worth it then.


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[Llehlla]

Laura - “Gym-session”

Having to raise herself that extra two or three inches every time was worth it tonight, but tomorrow her thighs and her stomach muscles were going to ache like a bitch. It was still going to be worth it then.


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Great detail about how her muscles were going to ache like a bitch!

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Claire - “Being taken ‘the scenic route’ ”

The expression, ‘taking the scenic route’, is used to describe a journey when time is not of the essence and it is possible to lay back and enjoy the ride, so to speak.


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[Llehlla]

Claire - “Being taken ‘the scenic route’ ”

The expression, ‘taking the scenic route’, is used to describe a journey when time is not of the essence and it is possible to lay back and enjoy the ride, so to speak.


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Sigh

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Sigh

Memories?

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Laura

Some distant part of her consciousness had posed itself a question: was there was any way of justifying the last few months? Her memory rather smugly conjured up something Dave had told her, it was something Keith Richards said to a Judge in France, in the face of a jail sentence for various hedonistic pursuits:

“We are young men, or we were once and remember, and we do not care for your petty morals.”

Laura wanted to push backwards against him, but the best she could do was try not to collapse like a rag-doll by using the wall to brace herself. There was nothing she felt inclined to justify, not even to her husband. She was not sorry. She would do it all again. She was going to do it again. Tonight. If he didn’t break her; and maybe even then.


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[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Claire - “Wasting prayers”

It a tradition of the annual office away day; so it had been explained to her an hour earlier. It was an evening activity, and it was “by invitation only”.

The first exercise involved each female participant reaching into a small drawstring bag, made of red velvet, and choosing a folded piece of paper. On each of these was written the name of a male colleague, but they were not permitted to read it, only to pass the paper, still folded, to Paulette. She would then read the name that had been selected, and mark each girl accordingly using red lipstick, in a location it could not be read. This would allow the men to identify their designated partners for the first exercise.

Claire had been last to pick, so, in effect, her choice was made for her. It was only now, announced by Paulette, that she learned blindfolding was obligatory. They could only be removed at the discretion of their partners, or upon agreement to an undisclosed penalty.

In the darkness behind her blindfold, she knew this wasn’t a situation in which God was likely to intervene, but, just in case: “Please not Sion. Anyone else, just not Sion.”



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[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Laura “Iceberg”

She couldn’t possibly have laughed, given the situation, but it was funny, Laura thought, that a part of her brain was continuing to produce rational ideas. It had just considered whether someone watching her efforts would appreciate that, very much like an iceberg, there was much, much more that they couldn’t see. An iceberg’s size was hidden under the surface of the water, Dan’s size was hidden in her mouth.

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[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Molly

She had imagined it, fantasised about it, more times than she could remember. Inviting him to come round. Opening the door, completely naked. How he would take her right there, on the floor, and then she would lead him up the stairs, to her bedroom.

It wasn’t that there was anything he could do to her there, that he hadn’t done to her before: but if her did it here, in the room where she slept every night, she could never loose him.

She tried to feel every moment he was inside her; and commit it to memory. It was difficult and it was just as well she had set up her Go Pro to film it.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Molly - “Plus one”

She hadn’t appreciated that the wedding reception was for one his colleagues, and that, given he had owned the firm for years, a lot of the guests knew his wife. Not only was Molly not his wife, she was almost twenty younger than him: her presence had caused something of a disturbance.

Back in their hotel room, she suggested to him that, since his colleagues had probably assumed she was an escort, he might as well fuck her as if she was an escort.

He assured her that he always did in any event. Curiously, she rather liked the idea.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Laura - “Head-banging”

There was no going back now. Indeed, the momentum was very much forward, towards an inevitable collision between her head and the headboard…

(Regarding the tattoo, ignore the location, if you know, you know! x)

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