Serious Moonlight | J G Cain

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“He waved his card key across the dull black matte of the hotel room door handle. The click of the disengaged lock broke the silence of the hallway like a gunshot.
He pushed the door open wide.
Possibilities lay open to him like a strip of empty road.
He could smell her pussy before he even saw her.
He kicked the door shut.
The woman knelt in front of him, bathed in muted light, head bowed, motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She occupied the exact center of the room, as if posed like a doll. A trellis of fishnet stocking climbed the slope of her legs. Red leather bound her neck, the buckle at the hollow of her throat, a chrome metal link chain leading from a loop below the buckle down to the floor, where the handle lay at her feet. Her wrists crossed behind her back, unbound.
Beyond her, the window was open, shutters facing outward, allowing the night air to play the curtains with cool fingers. A grid of city streets spread beyond the window, painted with headlights. The moon was below the window frame, temporarily eclipsed, spilling pale ghosts onto the walls.”

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An excerpt:

The girl smiled, and for the first time the woman felt some warmth escape from the glare of her beauty. The smile reached her, and touched her.
The girl sat down at the foot of the bed. The woman, after a moment, sat down next to her. They were not sitting overly close, but she could feel the attraction in the space between their skin.
Gently, the girl said, “What do you want?” Then, “If you don’t know that’s okay. Or don’t want to tell me. I’m just asking.”
The woman began to reply, faltered, grew silent.
“Are you doing this for him?”
“No. Not exactly. Maybe.” They looked at each other frankly. At last she said, “We’ve watched you. We’ve talked about you. We’ve fantasized about you.”

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The kiss. Nothing but the kiss.

The woman pouted her cum-smeared lips, opening them just enough to reveal the pink tip of her glistening tongue and the promise of whatever waited beyond. The girl closed her eyes and opened herself to the woman and received a rush of body-hot cum between her lips as she felt the woman’s tongue slew into her mouth. The seawater taste exploded into her senses like everything good she had ever tasted, from Halloween candy and summer rain on her tongue to Girl Scout Cookies and crisp apples and freshly made cinnamon rolls from her mother’s kitchen.
The kiss. Nothing but the kiss.

She felt the entire world flood into her mouth. Memories bloomed of giving her first blowjob in the front seat of that beat-up Triumph Spitfire her high-school boyfriend owned, while crickets chirped and the eyes of feral cats gleamed from the trees beyond the car windows; of the tobacco-flavored prepubescent same-sex kiss three years earlier in summer camp between her and Lonnie, lying on the dock at two a.m. sharing a smoke and looking out at the stars as Lonnie’s hand crept toward her own.
She reached out to take the woman’s face within her hands and turned with her on the bed, rolling as the kiss continued and deepened. A slick and gooey meshing of lips and tongues and teeth smeared cum across their faces. Creamy rivulets of it crept down their chins and cheeks. Her mouth turned brackish at the taste of it, as it insinuated its way down the back of her throat.

The kiss.

Nothing but the kiss.

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The woman knelt in front of him, bathed in muted light, head bowed, motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She occupied the exact center of the room, as if posed like a doll. A trellis of fishnet stocking climbed the slope of her legs. Red leather bound her neck, the buckle at the hollow of her throat, a chrome metal link chain leading from a loop below the buckle down to the floor, where the handle lay at her feet. Her wrists crossed behind her back, unbound.

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She had arrived at the door exactly when asked, an hour and a half before he was expected to return to the room. She was wearing a sleek blood-red pencil skirt and a tightly tailored, high-buttoned black shirt that clung to her arms, her belly, her tits like a carapace. She wasn’t showing much skin, but in the way her clothes caressed the contours of her body it was clear she had put some thought into what she was wearing. Her raven hair was tied up in a band of leather, a thicker band attached around her neck as a choker. Twin strands of silver earrings framed her face. Her lips were full and inscrutable. Her dark eyes danced.

An excerpt from Open Eyes, book three in the Open Trilogy, on Amazon now!

The kiss. Nothing but the kiss.

The woman pouted her cum-smeared lips, opening them just enough to reveal the pink tip of her glistening tongue and the promise of whatever waited beyond. The girl closed her eyes and opened herself to the woman and received a rush of body-hot cum between her lips as she felt the woman’s tongue slew into her mouth. The seawater taste exploded into her senses like everything good she had ever tasted, from Halloween candy and summer rain on her tongue to Girl Scout Cookies and crisp apples and freshly made cinnamon rolls from her mother’s kitchen.
The kiss. Nothing but the kiss.

She felt the entire world flood into her mouth. Memories bloomed of giving her first blowjob in the front seat of that beat-up Triumph Spitfire her high-school boyfriend owned, while crickets chirped and the eyes of feral cats gleamed from the trees beyond the car windows; of the tobacco-flavored prepubescent same-sex kiss three years earlier in summer camp between her and Lonnie, lying on the dock at two a.m. sharing a smoke and looking out at the stars as Lonnie’s hand crept toward her own.
She reached out to take the woman’s face within her hands and turned with her on the bed, rolling as the kiss continued and deepened. A slick and gooey meshing of lips and tongues and teeth smeared cum across their faces. Creamy rivulets of it crept down their chins and cheeks. Her mouth turned brackish at the taste of it, as it insinuated its way down the back of her throat.

The kiss.

Nothing but the kiss.

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The woman knelt in front of him, bathed in muted light, head bowed, motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She occupied the exact center of the room, as if posed like a doll. A trellis of fishnet stocking climbed the slope of her legs. Red leather bound her neck, the buckle at the hollow of her throat, a chrome metal link chain leading from a loop below the buckle down to the floor, where the handle lay at her feet. Her wrists crossed behind her back, unbound.

Get Open Door, book one in the Open trilogy, on Amazon now!

She had arrived at the door exactly when asked, an hour and a half before he was expected to return to the room. She was wearing a sleek blood-red pencil skirt and a tightly tailored, high-buttoned black shirt that clung to her arms, her belly, her tits like a carapace. She wasn’t showing much skin, but in the way her clothes caressed the contours of her body it was clear she had put some thought into what she was wearing. Her raven hair was tied up in a band of leather, a thicker band attached around her neck as a choker. Twin strands of silver earrings framed her face. Her lips were full and inscrutable. Her dark eyes danced.

Get Open Window, book two in the Open trilogy, on Amazon now!

The woman knelt in front of him, bathed in muted light, head bowed, motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She occupied the exact center of the room, as if posed like a doll. A trellis of fishnet stocking climbed the slope of her legs. Red leather bound her neck, the buckle at the hollow of her throat, a chrome metal link chain leading from a loop below the buckle down to the floor, where the handle lay at her feet. Her wrists crossed behind her back, unbound.

Get Open Door, book one in the Open trilogy, on Amazon now!

She had arrived at the door exactly when asked, an hour and a half before he was expected to return to the room. She was wearing a sleek blood-red pencil skirt and a tightly tailored, high-buttoned black shirt that clung to her arms, her belly, her tits like a carapace. She wasn’t showing much skin, but in the way her clothes caressed the contours of her body it was clear she had put some thought into what she was wearing. Her raven hair was tied up in a band of leather, a thicker band attached around her neck as a choker. Twin strands of silver earrings framed her face. Her lips were full and inscrutable. Her dark eyes danced.

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A taste: “The woman knelt in front of him, bathed in muted light, head bowed, motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She occupied the exact center of the room, as if posed like a doll. A trellis of fishnet stocking climbed the slope of her legs. Red leather bound her neck, the buckle at the hollow of her throat, a chrome metal link chain leading from a loop below the buckle down to the floor, where the handle lay at her feet. Her wrists crossed behind her back, unbound.”

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An excerpt from Open Door, book one in the Open Trilogy:

“She had arrived at the door exactly when asked, an hour and a half before he was expected to return to the room. She was wearing a sleek blood-red pencil skirt and a tightly tailored, high-buttoned black shirt that clung to her arms, her belly, her tits like a carapace. She wasn’t showing much skin, but in the way her clothes caressed the contours of her body it was clear she had put some thought into what she was wearing. Her raven hair was tied up in a band of leather, a thicker band attached around her neck as a choker. Twin strands of silver earrings framed her face. Her lips were full and inscrutable. Her dark eyes danced.”

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His hand glided along the voluptuary curve of her ass as they peered from a dark corner of the lobby into the gift shop. The shopgirl was closing up the store for the night, straightening the shelves in the half-light of the dimmed fluorescents. She wore a long, thin pencil skirt, a loose-fitting blouse. Her raven black hair fell freely over her shoulders. She moved with the fluid, natural grace of the young.

She seemed fully unaware she was being watched.

– from Closing Time, by J G Cain