Free A Kink in Her Tails by Sahara Kelly

abdomen, playing in and around her navel, and eventually sliding beneath her to raise her to his mouth.
    His tongue was an entity to itself.
    Teasing, flicking, plunging into her little nooks and crannies, and making her juices run anew.
    She’d thought that her climax would be of stunning and enormous magnitude, and she was right.
    She had no idea that she could actually manage a second one after that. This was surely a night of new experiences.
    Slowly and gradually, Simon used his mouth and his tongue to arouse her, and then he leisurely took his time, bringing her along fast, then letting her ease down a little.
    Before too long she was a whimpering pile of lust just waiting for his cock to make her explode.
    “Simon…” she moaned. “Please…I want you…”
    She struggled to reach his cock that was now lying rigid against her body.
    Evading her hungry grasp, Simon neatly flipped her onto her stomach and once again draped her legs off the edge of the bed.
    “I really like these stocking things, Eve. Can we keep them?” he muttered, as he opened her thighs wide and stepped between.
    “Sure, honey,” she gasped. “Anything you say…”
    “Good,” he sighed, grabbing the head of his cock and slipping it into her folds. “Oh sooo good…” He slid deep, deep inside her, touching her soul. His cock was hot and hard and filled all her empty spaces.

    “Simon,” she breathed, arching her back and thrusting against him.
    “Yes,” he said, stroking her with his hands and his cock. “Yes, Eve. Yes. It’s right. Us. This. Forever…” His words faded as his speed increased, and Eve’s heart melted as his hands stroked her and petted her and loved her in time with the pounding of his cock.
    He slammed against her in a frenzy, driving her into the blankets and touching a spot deep within her that made her want to scream with the pleasure of it.
    “OhGodohGodohGod…”
    She had no idea who was shouting. It might well be her. But in the next instant it no longer mattered.
    For the second time that night, Eve Bentley orgasmed.
    For the second time that night, Simon Austen was right there with her, filling her, sharing her climax and offering up one of his own.
    Her mind emptied of everything but the feel of Simon’s cock spurting its seed within her.
    Her heart unfurled the last of its worries and let it evaporate into a huge breathy sigh that echoed around the room.
    She was his, and he was hers. It was life, it was destiny, it was nature. It was also wonderful.
    With a smile on her face and Simon nearly comatose beside her, Eve slept.

Chapter 8
    “So you never did use Matilda?”
    Adele smiled across the table at Eve, who was feeling rather like the Cheshire Cat. She couldn’t stop grinning.
    “Nope. Two days later, Matilda was still in a heap on the floor.”
    “ Two days ?”
    “Hey, being a slave is serious business. And I had microwave pizza…”
    “Eeeeuwww.”
    “Well, yeah. That wasn’t great. So we ended up sending out for Chinese.”
    “But the end result was the same. True love wins out, the lovers end up married happily ever after.” Adele tipped her head and looked at Eve.
    “Yep. Pretty much. I have your stuff here, by the way. I’m going to keep the thong and the thigh highs, if it’s all right with you?”
    “God yeah. I’ve got plenty. Every time I do a fetish-related shoot I get more merchandise. The thigh highs were a success, were they?”
    In spite of herself, Eve blushed. “Um, yeah.”
    “Cool.” Adele managed to keep a straight face.
    “So, you gonna have a bit of time free in a couple of weeks? Simon and I are going to have a very quiet little thing, just a few words in front of his friend who’s an ordained minister. We’re thinking out in the garden, you know?”
    “Oh yeah, neat. Need photos?”
    “Adele.” Eve was caught. She desperately wanted Adele there as a guest, but knew she’d never get any better photos than the ones Adele would take.
    “What can