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move off him and reach
down to pull down my knickers and he follows suit, pulling off his
boxers to free his erection. He reaches over to his bedside table
and I see him pick up a packet of condoms. He takes one out and
quickly rolls it all the way down his length.
    “I see you were ready for me,” I
smile, straddling him again.
    He reaches out to touch me
between my legs and feels the wetness that’s already there. “You
seem to be ready for me, too,” he breathes, his green eyes bright
with desire.
    “I am, Edward.” I start to move
again on top of him, my sex making contact with his shaft now, my
juices spreading along its length as I rub up and down his
erection. My clitoris tingles with the pleasure and I’m gratified
to hear Edward’s answering groan.
    “Oh, Justine, I’ve got to be
inside you,” he tells me, taking hold of my hips and positioning me
ready to sink down onto him.
    I want him too, badly now, and
as he enters my body I feel a surge of the sweetest sensation. I
moan loudly as I start to move, savouring the feeling of him deep
inside me. I lean back and put my hands on his thighs, stretching
back and arching so that my pleasure is increased as I move, still
slowly and steadily. He starts to touch my wet, sensitive clitoris
with his fingers and I breathe a deep sigh of contentment as I
revel in the delicious feeling.
    My pleasure starts to build and
I move faster, up and down on his shaft as he continues to rub my
sensitive little bud. Then I shift my position, leaning forward and
down to kiss him, and he pulls down one of my bra straps with his
free hand to liberate my breast from the cup. He does the same on
the other side and I feel my tingling nipples brush the skin of his
chest, then he kneads my breast with his hand as I increase the
pace, urgency rising.
    I sit upright again as I feel
that I’m nearing my climax, closing my eyes and giving myself up to
the delirium of the moment as we move together faster, faster, his
hand still pleasuring me, until at last I cry out loudly, moaning
out the ecstasy of my orgasm as he comes too inside me, groaning my
name and panting until I relax on top of him, spent and damp with
perspiration, sated.
    I move off him to lie next to
him, and we move onto our sides to hold each other. He strokes my
hair tenderly. “Happy?” he asks.
    “Yes. Very. That was
lovely.”
    “Good. Yes, it was.”
    “You don’t mind that I messed up
your perfect sheets?”
    “I think I can forgive you. As
long as you make the bed afterwards.”
    I reach down to give his bottom
a playful whack. “Ow!”
    “Don’t give me orders,” I tell
him.
    “I’ll remember that, Miss
Dominatrix.”
    You don’t know
the half of it , I think to myself with an
inner smile.
    He strokes my back and we lie in
each other’s arms contentedly for a few more minutes, then he says,
“I suppose I ought to get up and make that coffee I promised
you.”
    “Yes, you should,” I agree with
a grin. “Black mark for poor hospitality.”
    As he gets up and pulls on his
underwear, then pads into the kitchen to switch on the kettle, I
pull the duvet over me and shut my eyes, snuggling contentedly in
the warm bed. And I muse on the differences between Edward and
Michael. The roleplay that Michael likes to indulge in brings that
extra degree of intensity when I finally allow him to come inside
me. Dominating him makes for great sex. But I’ve had a really good
time with Edward tonight.
    I guess that’s why I’ve stuck
with my current lifestyle for so long: it really does give me the
best of both worlds.

Three
    Monday, 27 February
    I PUSH OPEN THE DOOR TO leave LK
Bennett, loaded down with bags from a number of shops, after a very
productive spree around the centre of Oxford. My biggest package is
a huge shoe box containing a sexy but classy pair of very high
heels for which I’ve just handed over a three figure sum.
Extravagant, but beautiful.
    I know what you’re probably
thinking. Sexy but