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March 8, 2019March 6, 2019

Serious Moonlight: Serious Moonlight 4

Every relationship has an origin myth; this is theirs.

This award-winning short story spawned the entire Serious Moonlight series. Together in an anonymous hotel room, bathed in moonlight, he slips a looped belt around her neck and their life and love is forever changed.

“She swallowed him deep into her mouth so that he could feel the back of her throat, and he focused, no longer lost in his gathering orgasm, and it was as if reality itself shifted, the world gone from black to glorious splashes of fireworks, from silence into the deafening thunder of his blood, from gentle sleep into a furious wakefulness so sharply defined it was as if he had been sleeping for decades, sleepwalking through his entire life.

Perhaps he had.”

February 22, 2019February 22, 2019

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“He said, “I am so close to cumming, love. So close to the edge. A hair’s breadth away. A split second between me cumming and me not cumming. One or the other. Such a thin line. If you were to blow on my cock I would cum here and now, spurting all over your pretty lips. Just the feel of your breath is all it would take.”

He stood motionless, struggling to maintain control. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. He rode the hot edge of his orgasm, consumed by the now of it. This moment. Then this moment. Then this moment. Pearls on a string.”

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February 4, 2019

from Quicksilver

eye This look is the one that hangs in his mind. In these wee hours of the morning, for it is inevitably morning when they have finally spent themselves on each other, they lie side by side in the dark. He brushes back her hair with his fingers and contemplates her feline smile, her dimpled cheeks. She looks so pretty, afterward. Always. The transformation from her heavy-lidded hunger to quieted beauty leaves him breathless. Her eyes are stilled now, twin lakes of placid water on a cool, windless night. He strokes her hair, brushes her cheek with his thumb, whispers each passing submarine thought, diving into the fathomless quicksilver depth of her eyes.

– from Quicksilver, by J G Cain

January 29, 2019

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Before we met at the gala, I called and gave you very specific instructions on what to wear. You know what this means, when I want you to wear something very specific. You love what this means. You breathlessly memorize every detail. In my mind you are touching yourself, fingers sliding inside your panties as you listen to my voice, but I know this is not true. You work in a cubicle. You are surrounded by bored, nosy co-workers. They do not see you the way I see you. They do not know what we know. They do not live as we live.

I dress in the generic black tie uniform required of me and arrive fifteen minutes after I have instructed you to arrive. I spot you leaning against the far wall of the room as soon as I walk in the door. The effect is cinematic; everyone and everything else falls out of focus, leaving only you in the center of the frame.

You are wearing exactly what I have asked you to wear. The tight black dress I love so much hugs your body, plunging dangerously low to show off your small and flawless breasts (in bed I do not call them breasts, I call them tits, but we are at a party that requires decorum so I think of them as breasts; later in the evening they will be tits, your lovely tits). No one knows you are wearing thigh high stockings except you and I. You know how much of a fetish I have for your stockings. You know how it teases me for you to wear them. You are not wearing panties either. No one knows except you and I. You love so much to tease me, and I so love to be teased.

More importantly, you are wearing a long string of pearls, in two petite loops around your neck.

Remember the pearls.

– from J G Cain’s Pearl

January 28, 2019

from Mindful

il_570xn.1050093739_32mv He watched her as she stood at the far side of the bed, taking off her jewelry, piece by piece. Rings first, twisted gently off her fingers and set on the end-table. Her bracelets next. Then her necklace, revealing a feverish curve of neck to him as she reached back for the clasp. He loved watching her take off her jewelry. She did it so carefully, so mindfully.

He thought, how demure.

He stood. As he walked around the far corners of the bed toward her he began to take off his belt, slipping it through the loops one by one.

Her back was to him when he reached her. Playfully he slapped her ass with it. She gasped. She turned her head to look at him, over her shoulder. She was smiling, but something crouched behind the smile.

Her fingers were outstretched toward her last piece of jewelry, the single shimmering diamond mounted at the end of a strand of silver, left dangling from her ear. It seemed important he not let her finish taking it off.

“Bend over,” he said.

Her hand froze.

– from J G Cain’s Mindful

January 10, 2019January 28, 2019

from Sexhair

The waitress came back to take their orders. Her eyes took in the woman’s hair a second time, and she took less care in hiding her smile. He told the waitress they needed more time.

“Sexhair,” he said, after the waitress left.

“Huh?”

“The waitress. She was checking out your sexhair.”

“I have sexhair?” Her expression was a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“Yeah, it’s all disheveled, like you just got out of bed.”

“I did just get out of bed.”

“It doesn’t just look like it’s been slept on. It looks like it’s been pulled out of shape. Grabbed in a fist. It’s sort of, like, dented on one side.”

“She knows?” asked the woman.

“That we’ve been fucking?”

“She knows. I could see it in her smile.”

The woman’s hands shot up to attempt to fix her hair, though she gave up soon after she started, recognizing the task as hopeless. A loopy grin fell across her face, seeing the lust gather in his eyes.

“Do I look slutty?” she asked.

“You look hot.”

“Is that the same as slutty?”

“It’s not dissimilar,” he said, his grin spreading.

from J G Cain’s Sexhair

January 10, 2019January 28, 2019

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November 26, 2018January 28, 2019

from Firecracker Red

He stood framed in the doorway to his office watching her as she flounced down the hallway directly toward him. He had no idea who she was, only that she snagged his attention like fabric on a nail.

She walked on impractically high heels that she wore with surprising poise, matched with stockings that could have been pantyhose but he prayed were not. Her short pleated burgundy skirt and tight crimson sweater sparked with sexual fire, fed by the black choker curled around her neck like smoke. Above it all, a mass of firecracker red hair blazed with color and bright promise, curls bouncing with each step she took. She was so perfect she didn’t seem real.

Several seconds passed before he recognized her.

It was his wife.

Maybe.

from Firecracker Red, by J G Cain

November 8, 2018January 28, 2019

from Art

6c2bbe2894a53795b7a930fcb718120b He wondered if anyone else noticed.

The dark leather strip, tied with a knot, and secured with a simple silver clasp in the shape of a crescent moon, wrapped around her wrist like a snake offering up an apple. She wore it with elegance, at the table of an equally elegant restaurant, surrounded by maybe thirty people.

The sight made him want to slide the leather from her arm, tie her wrists behind her chair with the strip and fuck her, right there at the table. The choice of bracelet roared her desire to be tied up and fucked.

How could anyone not notice?

The implications seemed so hot, so clearly stated, like the time they’d gone out to a club with her wearing a choker sporting a subtle ring at its center, just below the lovely hollow of her throat. That night, in his mind, the choker told the world she was his, collared and owned by him, paraded around at his will, readied to sate his desires. They wondered how many at the club had deciphered the message of the choker. One out of fifty? One out of ten? That both of them knew with certainty someone would get the message added to the sizzling sexual tension of the evening.

from Art, by J G Cain

October 31, 2018January 28, 2019

Drowning

couple_shadows_1680x1050 He dreamed he died. Drowning. He woke up shaking, could not return to sleep.

She lay on her side, back facing him, sleeping. He slid his hand over her soothing breast, caressing her nipple. She sighed, half-awake.

He moved down to her pussy, found her already moist, opening to him. The same sleepy exhalation.

He slid his length inside her, slowly, gently, entirely. She came without words, he soon followed, nerves bursting in measureless joy. They rejoined each other in sleep.

We are blessed with certain spaces in our lives, carved by love and need and simple animal comfort. As fragile as prayer, as real as the walls around us.

They save us from drowning.

by J G Cain