away and I felt his animal power fill me up. I came as soon as I felt his fire burst inside me. Big gasps escaped my mouth. As I came to and put out my arms to hold me, he rolled off. “Take away is it then?” At least he was smiling. I watched him dressed and touched my clit. It was electric. And then I waited for the signs. I knew right then and there that I wasn’t pregnant. And I knew right then that Mike was never going to father a child with me even if his sperm were swimmers. I’d just made love to a man from the pages of a book. A gorgeous French man who took photographs for a living. And Mike? He’d just fucked Crystal and even for her he’d been too lazy to take the necklace from her neck. Yes, they’d have a take-out in front of the TV and then they’d go to sleep. And in the morning she’d pack her bags, jewellery and all, and say goodbye to her pokey council flat in Peckham for the last time. First thing she’d do when she got to her sisters would be to book a flight to somewhere nice. Spend the money they’d been saving for their kid. Go somewhere romantic. Wondered how much it would cost for a ticket to France. the end and the beginning ;)
Candy Skin for my man S kye had forgotten how cold it could get back in her Scottish homeland. A whole term at University in the temperate, city climate of London had softened her up. Meant she wasn’t ready for the freezing Edinburgh air. The Big Smoke to Auld Reekie in 4 hours and it was like she’d crossed some kind of invisible line from one continent to another. She stepped from the train and let go of her suitcase and blew into her hands to give them as much warmth as she could before setting off. Craig was there to meet her as promised. He had his beanie hat pulled over his ears and his jeans falling way down below his waist so that the top of his boxer shorts were showing. ‘Nice Ass’ they said in pink, right next to a print of a braying donkey. “Very funny,” she said as she fell into his embrace. “Aye, nice to see you too,” he said, his grin broader than his stickman shoulders. “Welcome back.” Their lips met. He tasted of a sweet mix of beer and the mango lip-salve she’d left him with so he wouldn’t forget her while she was away. Craig slipped his tongue into Skye’s mouth. She was ready for it. Hungry for the taste of his metal stud. The sensation made her dizzy and she fell into his arms to a warming cuddle. “I’ve missed you,” she told him. “Let’s get a cab and go back to yours. See if we can’t do something about that hard-on you’ve brought along with you.” Truth was she had an itch of her own that needed scratching. She’d been faithful after a fashion. No sex with anyone else, or at least there’d been no penetration. She’d had a few snogs after hours in the student union bar and she’d swallowed the occasional mouthful of ejaculate when things had gone further than she’d planned. Then there was the head Simon Moore had given her after they’d popped pills on the afternoon of the University Challenge prelims and then again at the Halloween party. Simon was with some other chick now, so that was all in the past. Didn’t matter in the slightest. She was home and she was with her boyfriend and this was going to be the finest Christmas either of them had ever had. The foreplay took place in the taxi under the watchful eye of the driver, who loved little more than chauffeuring horny couples around the city - to think they even gave him a tip into the bargain. Craig had managed to get his hand right down into Skye’s jeans and had found her clit as if it were as easy to locate as a shiny beacon on a very dark night. Skye had come within seconds, which had as much to do with the fantasies she’d been working through on the train as it did with Craig’s dexterity. The cabbie dropped them off and they’d hardly made it in through the front door of their pokey Barony Street