The Open Triology 3: Open Eyes

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.

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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.

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