Serious Moonlight 9: Mindful is free on Amazon for two more days.
I’ve posted several excerpts from the story here previously, so feel free to look them up. For now, all I will add is that it’s about a couple trying to find the boundaries and limits of their desires. If a sensual path feel healthy and loving, they continue down that path. If it throws out mental red flags, they stop. So, amid all the graphic sex, not in just this story but in all the stories, I am trying to paint a picture of what that active sexual exploration looks like. Following your bliss while being mindful (the name of the story, after all, is Mindful) of your partner’s boundaries.
The sound of the ripping fishnet spurred him to take her violently, as if it were the aural key to some previously unlocked door. She felt the ripping mesh against her skin, each individual thread popping down the length of her leg, freeing her skin, and so much else.
She presented her ass to him. He thwapped it again, significantly harder this time. She responded with a sharp intake of breath.
The tenor of his voice changed. “Can I spank you harder?” he asked. They had never done this before. They didn’t know the rules. Maybe there were no rules.
Pause. “Yes,” she whispered.
He loved watching her put on her make-up in the mirror every morning. She applied it so expertly, so mindfully, so carefully. The result was modest, tasteful, immaculate. A mask.
He loved smearing her meticulously applied make-up all over her face during sex. Lipstick smudged recklessly. Messy trails of rouge and mascara marking her delicate skin.
Both were masks.
It was no-frills sex. No toys, no lingerie, no roleplay, no power exchange. They had shared a look in the car, a longer look in the hotel lobby, and in the elevator a fiery exchange of eye contact so incendiary that if that old lady with the dog had not been standing behind them they would have started right there.
When he remembered the moment years later, and he would, he would recall her expression as not even specifically sexual. He would remember the openness of her gaze, the complete lack of boundaries, the trust in knowing anything might happen next. It was the awestruck look of a child; it was the worshipful look of a parishioner deep in prayer. The look of an athlete milliseconds before the firing of the starting gun. The look of a girl about to receive her first kiss.
Their eyes locked. The air shimmered. The moon broke out into clear sky and moonlight spilled through the window, baptizing them.
And then he sneered and pulled the belt tight and the air went red and everything seemed to happen at once. He lifted her off the ground with the belt, kissing her roughly as she gasped and choked and moaned, biting at her lips and tongue. He lowered her back to the ground.
It was a no-frills fuck, and it didn’t last long. She walked into the room, turned and flopped backwards onto the bed, a dirty smile ricocheting across her face. He leaped headlong onto her as if swan-diving into a pool. Not a single piece of clothing was entirely removed. His pants were around his knees; her skirt was hiked up to the waist. She tore open his shirt, buttons flying like popcorn. He took the time to actually unbutton her blouse only because it was one of her favorites, fashion temporarily trumping the extra few seconds lost in fumbling with the buttonholes.
– from J G Cain’s The Gravity of Desire
“Oh my God, Amazon sells sex toys?” she asked.
“Well, stockings aren’t exactly sex toys,” he responded.
“No. Look at the bottom of the page. Where the ‘People who bought these items also bought…’ is.”
He looked to the bottom of the page. Crotchless panties. Chemises. Peek-a-boo bras.
She squealed. “Oh my God, they have vibrators!”
“…and they’re in the Health, Household and Baby Care department!”
They both laughed.
They jumped into the virtual rabbit hole after that, following random sexual links to vibrating eggs, beads, nipple clamps, wrist restraints. They described what they found, sent each other links, filled their virtual shopping carts with toys and apparel. Most of the time the items were more silly than hot – plastic toy handcuffs, cheap pleather BDSM kits – but occasionally an item would tinder a sexual spark.
While browsing the bondage section of the store (though helpfully still within the Health, Household and Baby Care department) they both clicked on the same page at the same time. The page displayed a red, handcrafted leather collar with careful white stitching and a faux fur lining. A red leather chain-link leash matched the collar. The phone line went silent, both of them hushed by desire. Underlying the silence lurked the cellular hum of their connection.
She wore only a pair of sheer panties as she ironed, her ass pointing toward him as he lay on the bed watching her. He wondered if that was a conscious choice on her part, deliberately enticing him, or if it had been a decision made on some subconscious level. He watched her ass move from side to side as she steered the iron back and forth. Her breasts swayed with each move, as if they were underwater, guided by the ebb and flow of the waves.
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Everything they could think of to say, they said, and everything they said, they did. Plus much more. Whatever occurred to them. No rules. No limits. Their sex got rougher. Spanking. Biting. Scratching. Choking. Hair pulling. Sometimes it hurt, but the sensation did not really register as pain. They created a world together where pain was transmuted into something else. Something approaching comfort. It was like alchemy.