Suzanne Portnoy

I woke up this morning to find this gem in my mailbox:

How about this….

…tensely she pulled the fabric away from her thighs, and reached between her legs. Who needed him anyway? Her fingers brushed against her dark fur, expertly finding the moist warmth within. Her index finger moved back and forth in a slow rhythm, teasing the bud in a gentle, luxurious way. Her body responded with pleasure. She was an empty vessel, aching with desire… it had been too long. Her gaze flicked to Marcus. As usual he watched everything impassively. He’d seen her touch herself so many times, without once blinking. He was handsome, yes, but this was not his job.

He knelt at her waist, and slowly drizzled oil on her back. It was slightly cool, and left shivers in its wake as stray droplets trickled into her armpits. His strong hands began to knead her muscles, but she could feel him pressing his desire into her skin with every stroke.

Now he pressed her thighs further apart, and began to stroke the sensitive flesh just below her buttocks. She felt the heat begin to throb in her crotch. She was exposed and open to them, the shiny pink lips slightly parted and open to view.

At last, Siptah’s fingers stayed where she wanted them. They ran along her now moist slit, trailing up towards her buttocks and back down again, pausing to briefly nuzzle inside. She moaned with pleasure. Again, he teased her, and again until, at last, his expert fingers probed inside and found her throbbing clit. She opened her legs wider as he began to stroke her bud, and she ground her hips into the bed as his rhythm increased.

Abruptly he stopped, and rolled her over onto her back….

So, what happens next ?

I pressed DELETE.