Chapter One
Lydia could feel the man beneath her weakening and he was silently mouthing at her to stop – wait, to give him a minute, but she couldn’t – not when she was so close to her own climax. Just five more minutes and she would come, please don’t make it stop she thought as she squeezed her thighs tighter around him – she could feel the man’s cock twitching and threatening to spill inside her.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she snarled from above him. She flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder and bared her teeth. “I’m so fucking close, don’t you even-” but her words came too late as Andy moaned and grabbed her hips as his orgasm came. Irritated, Lydia batted his hands away and dismounted him even before he had finished ejaculating.
“You fucking idiot,” she said, throwing her silk kimono on as she slipped off the bed. “You selfish fucking twat,” and fuming she stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door on her lover.
In the privacy of the en suite, Lydia fell to the floor and leaned against the sink and let her own fingers explore herself. She was wet with semen and her own juices, and she lubed up her clitoris expertly. Using the tiniest pressure and slick rhythm, she brought herself off in the bathroom, making no effort to disguise her orgasmic cries. Let him hear. It was his own fault he couldn’t bring her off. None of them could… they all finished too soon.
Lydia slumped against the sink and sighed as her pleasure died. As always when she pleasured herself, it was short lived but powerful. She considered going back in and telling Andy to ready himself for another round, but as she exited the en suite, her short and slightly portly lover had his clothes on and was making for the door. He stopped as she came out in her unfastened kimono and rolled her eyes.
“You can’t speak to me like that,” he said quietly. “I’ve had enough, Lyd. See you around,” and he went out, down the steps and out of the front door. Lydia heard tqhe lock click as the door shut and she sat down wearily on the bed.
“What’s wrong with me?” she said out loud. No one answered, and she slept alone that night.
*
“So he left, that’s it, really,” Lydia explained to her friend Carol through a mouthful of apple pie. “Good riddance, really.”
“Jesus, Lyds, you get through more men!” Carol grinned over her coffee. They were at their favourite coffee shop after a mornings shopping and bitching. Lydia had just told the story of Andy’s departure, not leaving out any juicy details. Why should she? She and Carol were best friends since high school, and there was no shame in admitting that her lover hadn’t had it in him to get her off.
“They’re all shit,” Lydia replied. “Find me a man, Carol. One who won’t fucking spunk all over the bed sheets before I’ve even started to enjoy myself.”
“If I find him, I’m having him first,” Carol laughed. “Maybe you need to try something different,” she suggested. “Are you still just doing vanilla sex?”
“Depends what you mean,” Lydia said. “I’ve used handcuffs and dildos and stuff before.”
“I’m talking really hardcore. You know, whips, chains, bondage, BDSM,” Carol stirred her drink wistfully. “You remember Ben? He was into all that. I had some orgasms, I can tell you.”
“So how do you get into that stuff?” Lydia pushed her plate away. “Are there clubs and stuff?”
“They generally don’t admit newbies like you or me… Why not go on a site and ask for a fuck-buddy? Someone who can show you the ropes, so to speak?”
“I hate internet dating.”
“This is more like internet fucking,” Carol laughed. “Come on, I know you went on that swingers site once.”
“Which was a total disaster,” Lydia grinned. “He brought his wife with him, which I totally didn’t expect, so I had to get rid of them both before someone saw!” she roared with laughter.
“So did you fuck them?”
“That’d be telling.”