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itinere2015-10-07 06:16 pm
venusvandam) wrote in itinere2015-10-07 06:16 pm
Thinking hard (OTA)
Having made herself to home in both the dreams of Derek and Adam had left Venus feeling both disjointed and thoughtful. Such horror and such darkness, inflicted by other people. Not by chance or fate, but by human beings. It makes her so angry.
Perhaps it is that this place collects very damaged people.
On one of her days off from the health club, before she takes Derek his lunch, she walks. No longer in high heels, but in comfortable walking shoes (cute little pink Keds that please Venus when she looks down at them), she walk. There's just that hint of the coming fall and winter in the air.
Venus trades in optimism. She has to. The world is too dark otherwise. She finds herself sitting on the merry-go-round and thinks of the profundity of hope. Of what it means. Of the power of it. Even if it isn't real, if it's imagined. The idea of hope. "Ask not what this place can do for you," she whispers to herself, letting the words get lost in the breeze, "but what we can do for this place." And the damaged, beautiful people in it.
Perhaps it is that this place collects very damaged people.
On one of her days off from the health club, before she takes Derek his lunch, she walks. No longer in high heels, but in comfortable walking shoes (cute little pink Keds that please Venus when she looks down at them), she walk. There's just that hint of the coming fall and winter in the air.
Venus trades in optimism. She has to. The world is too dark otherwise. She finds herself sitting on the merry-go-round and thinks of the profundity of hope. Of what it means. Of the power of it. Even if it isn't real, if it's imagined. The idea of hope. "Ask not what this place can do for you," she whispers to herself, letting the words get lost in the breeze, "but what we can do for this place." And the damaged, beautiful people in it.
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Pulling in a breath, Venus lets it out in a hum, flexing and then relaxing into the opening. Gooseflesh runs up her thighs and her toes curl. Her fingers trail along Derek's smooth head and his neck and those lovely shoulders.
One finger, then two and she urges him up and over her as she smiles, arousal flushing her skin, a leg hooking around his hip again. "Come into me, lover," she murmurs. "You are going to feel so good."
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Derek shifts up to grip her hip with one hand and guide himself into her with the other. A slight push and the head of his cock is buried in that taut canal. This, too, is still something he's getting used to. Sex in this way, the same but different than what he's known. It's tighter. It feels amazing.
His other hand moves to rest on her thigh as he pushes deeper, deeper, each pull and push of his hips driving him in, slow and steady. He wants her to feel as good as she so often makes him feel.
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Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, this is part of what she's been missing. Lifting her head, she slips a hand up his neck and over the smooth back of his head. "Kiss me," she whispers. "God, you gorgeous man. Kiss me."
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And damn if the sight of her breasts and her cock bobbing up and down with each buck of his hips isn't a beautiful thing. It's so damn sexy and only makes him harder, his pleasure building. "Venus, baby..."
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She gets a hand around herself, not hard enough to bring her off, just yet, but just enough to ramp up the pleasure even more, causing her to clench him even tighter. Venus's breathing is becoming ragged and vocal, the closer she gets. She tightens her legs around him, heels digging into his ass. God, he feels so good.