Free Stone and Earth by Cindy Spencer Pape Page A

feeling for the past few weeks.
     
    Ever since the dawning of the new year, she’d had this itchy sort of feeling she couldn’t shake. Like there was somewhere she was supposed to be, or something she was supposed to do. She’d tried everything—spells, rituals, card readings—but nothing had given her any insight into the matter. Maybe it was just the January blues, but the nagging tug at the back of her mind was driving her nuts. Finally, there was the fact that she hadn’t been with a man in—well—it seemed like forever. So on top of lonely, jealous and restless, she was also just plain horny. All together, that did not add up to a happy witch. She finished her wine, then took the bottle from the basket and poured another glass.
     
    Well, the horny part she could do something about, at least. She took her wine with her over to the rock-lined hot tub in the corner of her garden and stepped down into the swirling water. She set her chalice on the ledge, reached into a hidden cabinet and pulled out a watertight plastic box. After a few seconds of perusal she selected a couple of favorite toys then closed the box and set it aside before sitting down on the smooth stone seat.
     
    She shifted her necklace so it hung down her back, out of the way. Then she lifted one breast out of the water and carefully screwed the silver clamp onto her nipple, already sensitized and taut from the cool night air and warm bubbling water. She allowed herself a little shudder and moan at the delightful pinch, then repeated the process on her other breast. Finally, she hung a heavy quartz crystal from the silver chain linking the two clamps. The pendant swayed in the warm current, adding an irregular tug to the tender peaks.
     
    “Oh yeah.” She sighed and closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment just to enjoy the sensual pleasure of the clamps and water playing with her nipples. Then she took another sip of chardonnay and picked up her favorite waterproof vibrator. With a twist of the dolphin’s tail she set his pointed beak humming. She spread her legs wide and leaned back on the stone bench as she lowered him between her legs.
     
    “Go, Flipper, go,” she murmured, running the vibrator through her folds. She let her head fall back onto the smooth stone ledge. She slipped the dolphin’s nose up into her pussy, felt the muscles clench around his vibrating form. When she felt her own lubrication slicking her tender skin even in the water, she slid him all the way inside, then began to massage her swollen clit with the pad of her thumb. Her other hand reached down and toyed with the crystal suspended between her breasts, rhythmically tugging on the nipple clamps.
     
    It had been so long, she was going to come pretty quickly. She felt her hips lifting off the bench, supported by the water while the dolphin vibrator massaged her G-spot and she rubbed her clit. Waves of pleasure washed through her body, coiled in her womb and made her inner walls clench tight. The sensations drove her ever upward and she moaned out loud. The sound of her own pleasure turned her on even more. She let herself imagine it was a man’s strong hand on her clit, his mouth on her nipple, his hard cock stroking up inside her weeping pussy. She couldn’t see his face, but she swore she heard his voice.
     
    “Come for me now, cherie . Let go and fly.” It was deep and gravelly with just the faintest hint of a French accent and it was the sexiest damn sound she’d ever heard. With a wordless cry from deep in her throat, she let go. The orgasm exploded through her body and sent ripples of bliss coursing through every cell.
     
    “Beautiful.” The voice was rough as his thick fingers stroked gently through her pussy lips, bringing her floating back down. Warm, wet lips replaced one of the clamps.
     
    He gently withdrew the vibrator and moved to stand between her legs. The sudden emptiness made her open her eyes and then she yelped in surprise. She