Page 1 of What Works for Us

Alady walks into a bar…

Isn’t that always the way the story still goes? A striking female walks in, multiple heads turn her way. Just as she sits down, the games begin. The reality of it all is that pigs come in many forms and fashions. It’s not limited to one sexual genre.Argh,so fucking frustrating. All I wanted was a drink, for Christ’s sake. A night out of the house where I wasn’t moping over the shit storm my life had recently become. But sadly, this is what I’d been reduced to, and I quickly realized that the Seattle meat-market scene wasn’t for me.

In lieu of China for our twentieth anniversary, my husband decided that he’d instead file for divorce. He literally served me with papers at work, that very day. Do you know how humiliating it is to have a kid barely out of diapers, walk up and tell you,you’ve been served? Every set of eyes at the nurse’s station were on me as I opened the envelope, falling to my knees and subsequently burst into tears. Needless to say, the head nurse sent me home shortly thereafter. Later that night when I got home, he informed me that he was leaving me for a younger woman, as he packed his belongings and left without looking back. Words venomously spewed to do nothing more than hurt me, which he was painfully successful with. Oh, and did I mention that she’s four months pregnant? Details I simply could’ve gone without, yet he was far too excited to share.

Our marriage wasn’t perfect by any means, I’m not oblivious to that fact, but what marriage was? I was shocked, to say the least. He’d always told me he didn’t want kids and I wasn’t sure I wanted them either. So, we never had that discussion again after we first began dating. Now, I’m left to my own devices while he procreates with a barely-legal millennial.Good riddance, I hope you make each other as miserable as you’ve made me.

Our sex life, when we actually had sex that was, wasn’t bad. We dabbled in the kinky arts here and there and had amassed a small toy collection, but when I wanted to take it to the next level, he flat out refused. Pain-slut I was not, but a little nipple play or spanking did seem to enhance my pleasure from time to time. Pull my hair, and it was fucking on.Maybe I scared him off?At least now that I’m starting over, I’ll be free to explore my sexual desires. My freak side as he sarcastically called it. God knows I have a sexual bucket list a mile long. Finally, after all those years, I realized I’d been trapped. Living a repressed existence and I wanted more, so much more. But what that more consisted of, only time would tell.

So, back to me sitting at the bar, sipping a delightful raspberry lemon drop martini and minding my own damn business.

“Penny for your thoughts, pretty lady?” the deep, unwanted voice asks, swirling the ice in his glass. My eyes track from his hand upward, locking onto a pair of lust filled brown eyes.Ugh not again,I thinkas the jackass has the audacity to wink at me.

“It’ll take more than a penny for that,” I say, flagging the bartender to order another drink. Several more will be needed before I take anyone to the room I’d rented upstairs in the adjacent hotel.

He places his hand on my knee, such a bold move from someone who has yet to learn my name, let alone secure a spot in my bed for the night. This is something I’m not amused with nor am I turned on by in the slightest.This joker has got to go.

Before I can grasp my next move, I find myself setting my drink down. My mouth engages as my brain directs it to get rid of this pitiful, wannabe playboy.

“Imagine this,” I tell him. “You’re lying in bed, naked, rapidly stroking your hardening cock. Your mind is resting somewhere between reality and a dream state when the most gorgeous creature you’ve ever laid eyes on appears right in front of you.”

Standing for effect, I place my hand on his shoulder before continuing. “Your dream angel is clad in a black leather corset and fishnet stockings, red six-inch come-fuck-me heels, and has a flogger in hand. Slapping it against her palm, she steps up to the bed, gliding the leather tongue of it down your torso, and across your burgeoning cock. The only sound in the room is the gasp you release as its tendrils strike the head and you flinch. Your body springs to life, betraying your wanton lust and showing her just how turned on you are by her actions. The flogger continues its quest down, over your balls before lightly flicking each in turn.”

“You’re startled, yet painfully aroused as you hear theclickof a tube lid opening before she asks, ‘How do you feel about vibrator play?’ You swallow hard, as the toy you’d not previously spotted suddenly appears in her hand. Not wanting this to end too abruptly, you choose not to reply. Noting your lack of resistance, she turns the toy on. Your nipples harden at the buzzing sound it emits, and your dick excitedly bounces against your stomach. Releasing a glistening stream of what you’re so desperately trying to hold back. She generously lubes the burly-blue, rigid toy in her hand before trailing it over your cockhead, teasing the slit. When it reaches the underside of your shaft, she applies a bit of pressure as it bounds further down.”

Noting I still have his undivided attention, I push on, “She uses it first to trace your balls, the vibration tickles the hairs causing the muscles of your abdomen to constrict. She slides it down along your perineum and teases the sensitive nerve endings at your entrance. You draw back, tightening up as she tweaks your nipples before applying the clamps she’d magically pulled out of thin air to the hardened buds.”

He reaches up, ghosting his hand across his chest. Glancing down, I spot the outline of his cock straining against the zipper of his slacks. His arousal fuels my quest to make an example of him for all to see.

“Your attention is diverted to the painful, pleasure the devices elicit until she breaches the tight ring of muscle at your entrance. She turns the dial and kicks it up a notch. The vibration eases you, somewhat, allowing enough slack for it to enter where you’d never allowed another to venture before. She pauses, giving you time to adjust to the initial intrusion.”

Watching him attempt to nonchalantly shift his erection, I bring it to a close knowing the poor guy will need to find a place to relieve himself soon.

“Your facial expression softens, and she pushes it in all the way. As she slides it out, she grazes your spot, and you beg for her to do that again. Now, she has you right where she wants you. She pulls out all the way, leaving you with a sense of emptiness. You whimper, loudly, before she thrusts it back in, pegging your prostate. In and out. Again and again, she nails it, and you’re ready to blow. Sensing your need, she commands shaking a finger at you, ‘No, no, no. Not until Mistress tells you it’s time to come,’while she firmly grips the base of your cock to stave your impending release. Faster and faster she goes. Your cock is hard, to the point it hurts to breathe, and it has now taken on a purplish hue. You’ve been reduced to a blubbering version of your former self, babbling incoherently. She cackles, ‘I think you’ve had enough. Mistress says you may come. Now!’ As soon as she releases her grip, you come so hard remnants land on your chest and shoulder, and you see stars as you damn near pass out.”

He blanches, his eyes roll back, and he moans. Assessing him my eyes lock in on the wet spot absorbing the fabric of his pants. We make eye contact, and he bolts right out the front door. I can no longer stifle my giggles as they burst forth at the same time the bartender completely loses it and the nearby tables break into raucous applause. Attempting to regain my composure, and embarrassment over the fact that my outburst drew a crowd, I find I’m rather proud of myself and it subsides. I take a seat, lift my glass to my lips, and mentally high-five myself. Before the base of my glass hits the bar top, the heat of the sexiest feminine voice I’ve ever heard ghosts across my neck, standing the tiny hairs on end.

“That … was hot as fuck,” she says, waving at the bartender and ordering a martini, extra dirty.

I shiver, still tingling from feeling her breath against my skin. She takes the seat beside me vacated mere moments earlier by the wannabe playboy. The bartender immediately swaps out that parasites drink and napkin for a new set and places her glass upon it.

“I’m Elena,” she tells me, grasping the olives between her lips and sliding them down the pick. Her eyes bore into mine, gauging my reaction to her brazenly seductive move. Now I’m feeling things, things I’ve not dared to explore before.Stuff I’ve repressed for far too long.I want to press those beautiful red lips to mine, sink into them, and have them wander across my naked flesh … exploring…

The bartender clears his throat, drawing me from my impure visions. I must remember to tip him well for all the faux pas I’ve brought to his den tonight. Although he seems to be amused by my candor.

“Um, hi,” I stuttered like a star-struck teen. “I’m Iris.”

“Well Iris, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I must say, I’m enthralled by the tale you wove and must ask what exactly it is that you do for a living? I imagine you’re a writer. One who weaves spicy, erotic tales.” Those sultry, azure eyes never leave mine as she patiently awaits my response.

“Ha-ha, well I’m not a writer, and I’m not sure where that story came from either. But I’d honestly had enough of tools like him hitting on me. Believe it or not, I’m a nurse.” My face flushes with the realization I’d sputtered the most lascivious nonsense of my life aloud for all to hear. Was that some sort of fantasy I’d had but wasn’t aware of?

“Love, I would say you now have a second career to look into and should consider adding erotic author to your resume. Would you like another drink?” she asks, pointing to my half-empty glass.

“I still need to finish this one,” I say, sloshing the drink in my hand and furthering my embarrassment.

“The night is young, and so are we. Let’s see where this evening takes us, shall we?” She winks, and I break into a full body shudder. Leaving me feeling as though I’d just come.

“So, Elena, what is it you do for a living?” I ask, in a desperate attempt to retain one last shred of dignity.

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