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Sam’s headlights shine through my window as he pulls into the driveway.  Car doors open and close and I can hear Allie’s laughter–bubbly, genuine, impossible not to like.  I bite my lip as I slip a second finger inside myself.  My open window faces the front walk and they should be passing by in 3, 2, 1…

“So by this time, I’m so done with the whole situation.  Like Sarah, nobody is forcing you to be here.”  Allie’s voice fades as they move past my window.  A few moments later it picks back up as I hear the front door open.  “I’m sorry this wasn’t what you wanted to do this weekend.  It’s not your bachelorette party.”

“I don’t know why they still hang out, really,” Sam adds.  “That happens every time.  Can I get you anything?  Wine?  Beer?”  I can picture him in this moment, playing the host in the kitchen, standing with his hand on the refrigerator door as punctuation to the rhetorical question he knows he just asked.

“Hmmm, I think you know what I want,”  Allie replies.

*Eye roll.*  I pull my fingers out and start rubbing small firm circles around my clit.

“Well, the picture you sent earlier gave me a pretty good hint, but I figured I should try to be a good host.”

“I know how much you like me in red.”  I saw her Instagram story earlier in her tiny black dress.  I guess now I know what she’s wearing underneath.

“That I do.”

“And it’s been too fucking long since I’ve had that dick…well, any dick really…inside me.”

My clit tingles and I pick up the pace, turning my head to the side to bite down on a corner of the duvet.  I’ve never been one for denial and my self-indulgence was already way too far along by the time they showed up.  Bad timing, but we’re just gonna have to push through and make the best of it.

My body clenches and I bite down hard on the bedding as the climax hits.  There’s still conversation and laughter coming from the living room so I think I’ve hidden my indiscretion successfully.

“Oh,” I hear Allie say as my breathing steadies.  “Is Cat home?”

Shit, maybe I wasn’t as quiet as I thought.

“Maybe,” I hear Sam respond.  “It’s Thursday though so she’s probably gaming.  I bet she’s got headphones on.”

We’re an odd pair, but Sam and I make good roommates.  At first I wasn’t thrilled about living with a guy, let alone one who was so outwardly masculine and bro-ey, but I quickly learned that he was easy going, respectful, and just enough of a nerd that we still found things to talk about.  He left me alone, didn’t judge my gaming or weekly Dungeons and Dragons campaign, and forced me to be social just often enough that I didn’t qualify as a total hermit.  

“Hey Cat,” he calls out a moment later, not yelling but loud enough for me to definitely hear.

I don’t respond.  1) I’m naked and indisposed and it would take an awkward amount of time for me to actually emerge from my room and 2) I don’t know if I’m in the mood to socialize anyway.  Sam knows me well and he’s right: I would normally be gaming on a Thursday night so I’ll just let them believe that’s the case.

“Oh well, I’ll see her at some point this weekend,”  Allie continues.

“Yeah, we’ll drag her out for a drink or something.”

I close the laptop still sitting on the bed next to me.  A pretty blonde face, hair disheveled and eyes closed in ecstasy, disappears into blackness as I do.

“In the meantime…” I hear Allie say.  I hear the familiar creak of the left end of the couch.

“Oh you bad girl,” Sam growls.

“Are you going to do something about it?” 

My fingers move back between my legs.   It’s not a conscious choice, but here we are.  She’s on the end of the couch closest to me.  The kitchen is directly opposite.  My mind begins constructing the scene as the index and ring fingers of my right hand zero in on my g-spot.  Elbows on the arm of the couch, tight dress pulled up and over her ass.  Lacy red panties on display as Sam approaches from the kitchen.

Blonde, stunningly beautiful, athletic, smart, hilarious, friendly.  She’d be so easy to hate if she wasn’t so damn likeable.  The mean sorority girls from bad college comedy films dress up as Allie for Halloween.  I completely understand why Sam can’t stay away from her; I wouldn’t be able to either.  

I’m still close enough to the previous orgasm that I can feel another approaching rapidly.

There’s a yelp of surprise, then a giggle as two sets of footsteps move toward Sam’s room.  Sam’s door clicks closed.  I hear muffled movement, the creak of bed springs, then the unmistakable *thwack* of hand meeting flesh.  Allie giggles again.

“Harder, daddy,” I hear her moan.  I hate that and I hate even more the pulse of pleasure that shot through me as she said it.

Sam brings his hand down again and she yelps.  “Mmmm fuck yes.  Harder.”  A third time, definitive and resonant.  Allie yelps louder.  For a new house, I still can’t believe how thin these walls are.

“Bring those pretty red lips over here,” Sam demands.  The bed springs creak again as Allie obeys.  Sam groans as she wraps her lips around him.

I hear Sam groan again and then a gag, a cough, and a self-pleased laugh.

Of course you’re deepthroating him, you fucking little slut.  

I slam two fingers into myself and barely get the duvet back into my mouth in time before the orgasm washes over me.

I roll over and open the bottom drawer of the nightstand.  The menagerie of illicit items stare up at me and I pull out several of my favorites.

So predictable.  Sam’s in there with a girl, and here you are again getting yourself off like a desperate little snoop.

The gags and groans continue from the other side of the wall.  I lie back against the pillows and slide the bulb of the wand across the glistening peak of my clitoris.  My eyes close and I see them: Allie on her elbows and knees on the bed, perfect round ass high in the air and a thin band of red lace disappearing between her cheeks, Sam’s hands pulling Allie’s long blonde hair back, his cock as far down her throat as she can manage, drool coating his shaft and her chin and forming a slick puddle on the sheets between them.

Fucccckkkkkk. 

The feeling escapes my body like I’m being deflated.  The room grows a little fuzzy around me and I preemptively pull a pillow into my mouth.  I groan loudly.  I hope the pillow was enough but I know there’s a good chance it wasn’t.  I should know better.  The wand always turns me into an oozing mess.  

“Fuck me Sam,” I hear Allie demand.  “Fuck me right now.”  Bed springs creak again and he pushes into her.  Almost like glasses with different levels of water in them, I can track the progress of his entry into her by the way her tone changes.  In a bit: higher, back out, in a little farther: a new high note.  The same spot.  The same spot again.  

I grab the big green dildo from the bed next to me and try to match what’s happening next door.  I’m guessing we’re about halfway.  Allie’s a slut–I know she can take it.  I’ve also heard them fuck a couple dozen times–I know she’s going to put on a show.

“Fuck daddyyyyy.”  The end of the word reaches a new high.  I push the dildo in a little farther and bite my lip.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”  Four thrusts, all the same depth.  I roll over and balance the base of the dildo on a pillow; I know the full thrust is coming and I want to be ready.  Allie squeals, and I hold the top of my headboard as I sink fully onto the toy.  The last two inches of this one are usually a challenge but they slip right in tonight.

I grab the wand again and press it into myself, keeping the dildo fully inside.  I let it slip downwards just enough to make contact with the base of the dildo and relish the subtle shockwaves that crawl up the toy and dissipate deep inside me.  One of my eyes closes while the other flutters half open with the ball rolled back in the socket.  There’s nothing to bite down on here.  I just let the groan come out as I grip the bed for stability.  Fucking shameless little snoop. 

Sam’s headboard begins to rhythmically bounce against the wall less than a foot away from my own.  I’m so close.  If the wall wasn’t here, I could reach out and touch them.

I wonder what position…

*Thwack*.  Sam’s hand comes down hard on Allie’s ass.

It’s doggy.  Of course it’s doggy.  Sam’s an ass man and Allie’s got the world’s best ass.

Either they didn’t hear me or they don’t care.  I begin bouncing on the dildo.  The wand’s rumble is too much now.  I toss it aside and grab a small black bullet vibe.  Buzzy and electric, I turn it all the way to high and press it against my clit as the dildo fills me.  It’s got these swirly ridges on it and I can feel them tickle their way in and out of me with every bounce.

“Harder Sam.  Yes, fuck yes.  Yes daddy, fuck meeeeeeeee!!!!”  The wall trembles every time his headboard slams against it and I reach out a hand to feel as I imagine Allie’s impeccable frame quaking in pleasure.  

“Roll over,” Sam grunts.  Allie and I both obey. His thrusts become slow and thudding.  He’s pulling almost fully out before sinking completely into her again.  She lets out a mix of a sigh and a moan every time he does, each thrust still punctuated by the thump of headboard on sheetrock.

I resume my mimicry, pulling the dildo fully out, then slamming it back in again.  A thick white film coats the length of the translucent green toy.  The rhythm is picking up and Allie’s whimpers are escalating again.  I’m at the point where basically all I need to do to cum is think about it hard enough.  I block out everything but the feeling of the dildo rippling in and out of me and the zippy buzz of the bullet firing through 10000 nerve endings a hundred times a second.

I let it consume me as Allie’s begging fills the house.  “Harder! Harder! YES! HARDER! Fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK! YES SAM! FUCCKKKK!”  

Our heads are mere feet apart.  Me full of toy, her full of him.  Sam pushes through Allie’s climax before I hear him grunt, a frantic creak of springs, and Allie’s satisfied “Yes, cover me.”

I lie back, my chest heaving.  The last round was hard to separate, but there were at least two distinct peaks in the wave of pleasure that just coursed through my body.

My phone buzzes.  A grinning picture of Allie’s cum-splattered face greets me as I unlock it.  Long ribbons of cum coat her cheeks and neck, complimenting the reflective sheen of sweat on her face and chest.  Bright red lace frames her breasts.  Her perfect blonde hair is a mess.

I pull the dildo from inside me and lay its cum-slicked surface on my stomach.  The thick white sheen that coats it matches what covers my thighs and the matted slickness of my pubic hair.  I take a selfie and send it in response.

Another text comes through from Allie: “Don’t move. I’m coming to clean you up.”

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Sam’s headlights shine through my window as he pulls into the driveway.  Car doors open and close and I can hear Allie’s laughter–bubbly, genuine, impossible not to like.  I bite my lip as I slip a second finger inside myself.  My open window faces the front walk and they should be passing by in 3, 2, 1…

“So by this time, I’m so done with the whole situation.  Like Sarah, nobody is forcing you to be here.”  Allie’s voice fades as they move past my window.  A few moments later it picks back up as I hear the front door open.  “I’m sorry this wasn’t what you wanted to do this weekend.  It’s not your bachelorette party.”

“I don’t know why they still hang out, really,” Sam adds.  “That happens every time.  Can I get you anything?  Wine?  Beer?”  I can picture him in this moment, playing the host in the kitchen, standing with his hand on the refrigerator door as punctuation to the rhetorical question he knows he just asked.

“Hmmm, I think you know what I want,”  Allie replies.

*Eye roll.*  I pull my fingers out and start rubbing small firm circles around my clit.

“Well, the picture you sent earlier gave me a pretty good hint, but I figured I should try to be a good host.”

“I know how much you like me in red.”  I saw her Instagram story earlier in her tiny black dress.  I guess now I know what she’s wearing underneath.

“That I do.”

“And it’s been too fucking long since I’ve had that dick…well, any dick really…inside me.”

My clit tingles and I pick up the pace, turning my head to the side to bite down on a corner of the duvet.  I’ve never been one for denial and my self-indulgence was already way too far along by the time they showed up.  Bad timing, but we’re just gonna have to push through and make the best of it.

My body clenches and I bite down hard on the bedding as the climax hits.  There’s still conversation and laughter coming from the living room so I think I’ve hidden my indiscretion successfully.

“Oh,” I hear Allie say as my breathing steadies.  “Is Cat home?”

Shit, maybe I wasn’t as quiet as I thought.

“Maybe,” I hear Sam respond.  “It’s Thursday though so she’s probably gaming.  I bet she’s got headphones on.”

We’re an odd pair, but Sam and I make good roommates.  At first I wasn’t thrilled about living with a guy, let alone one who was so outwardly masculine and bro-ey, but I quickly learned that he was easy going, respectful, and just enough of a nerd that we still found things to talk about.  He left me alone, didn’t judge my gaming or weekly Dungeons and Dragons campaign, and forced me to be social just often enough that I didn’t qualify as a total hermit.  

“Hey Cat,” he calls out a moment later, not yelling but loud enough for me to definitely hear.

I don’t respond.  1) I’m naked and indisposed and it would take an awkward amount of time for me to actually emerge from my room and 2) I don’t know if I’m in the mood to socialize anyway.  Sam knows me well and he’s right: I would normally be gaming on a Thursday night so I’ll just let them believe that’s the case.

“Oh well, I’ll see her at some point this weekend,”  Allie continues.

“Yeah, we’ll drag her out for a drink or something.”

I close the laptop still sitting on the bed next to me.  A pretty blonde face, hair disheveled and eyes closed in ecstasy, disappears into blackness as I do.

“In the meantime…” I hear Allie say.  I hear the familiar creak of the left end of the couch.

“Oh you bad girl,” Sam growls.

“Are you going to do something about it?” 

My fingers move back between my legs.   It’s not a conscious choice, but here we are.  She’s on the end of the couch closest to me.  The kitchen is directly opposite.  My mind begins constructing the scene as the index and ring fingers of my right hand zero in on my g-spot.  Elbows on the arm of the couch, tight dress pulled up and over her ass.  Lacy red panties on display as Sam approaches from the kitchen.

Blonde, stunningly beautiful, athletic, smart, hilarious, friendly.  She’d be so easy to hate if she wasn’t so damn likeable.  The mean sorority girls from bad college comedy films dress up as Allie for Halloween.  I completely understand why Sam can’t stay away from her; I wouldn’t be able to either.  

I’m still close enough to the previous orgasm that I can feel another approaching rapidly.

There’s a yelp of surprise, then a giggle as two sets of footsteps move toward Sam’s room.  Sam’s door clicks closed.  I hear muffled movement, the creak of bed springs, then the unmistakable *thwack* of hand meeting flesh.  Allie giggles again.

“Harder, daddy,” I hear her moan.  I hate that and I hate even more the pulse of pleasure that shot through me as she said it.

Sam brings his hand down again and she yelps.  “Mmmm fuck yes.  Harder.”  A third time, definitive and resonant.  Allie yelps louder.  For a new house, I still can’t believe how thin these walls are.

“Bring those pretty red lips over here,” Sam demands.  The bed springs creak again as Allie obeys.  Sam groans as she wraps her lips around him.

I hear Sam groan again and then a gag, a cough, and a self-pleased laugh.

Of course you’re deepthroating him, you fucking little slut.  

I slam two fingers into myself and barely get the duvet back into my mouth in time before the orgasm washes over me.

I roll over and open the bottom drawer of the nightstand.  The menagerie of illicit items stare up at me and I pull out several of my favorites.

So predictable.  Sam’s in there with a girl, and here you are again getting yourself off like a desperate little snoop.

The gags and groans continue from the other side of the wall.  I lie back against the pillows and slide the bulb of the wand across the glistening peak of my clitoris.  My eyes close and I see them: Allie on her elbows and knees on the bed, perfect round ass high in the air and a thin band of red lace disappearing between her cheeks, Sam’s hands pulling Allie’s long blonde hair back, his cock as far down her throat as she can manage, drool coating his shaft and her chin and forming a slick puddle on the sheets between them.

Fucccckkkkkk. 

The feeling escapes my body like I’m being deflated.  The room grows a little fuzzy around me and I preemptively pull a pillow into my mouth.  I groan loudly.  I hope the pillow was enough but I know there’s a good chance it wasn’t.  I should know better.  The wand always turns me into an oozing mess.  

“Fuck me Sam,” I hear Allie demand.  “Fuck me right now.”  Bed springs creak again and he pushes into her.  Almost like glasses with different levels of water in them, I can track the progress of his entry into her by the way her tone changes.  In a bit: higher, back out, in a little farther: a new high note.  The same spot.  The same spot again.  

I grab the big green dildo from the bed next to me and try to match what’s happening next door.  I’m guessing we’re about halfway.  Allie’s a slut–I know she can take it.  I’ve also heard them fuck a couple dozen times–I know she’s going to put on a show.

“Fuck daddyyyyy.”  The end of the word reaches a new high.  I push the dildo in a little farther and bite my lip.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”  Four thrusts, all the same depth.  I roll over and balance the base of the dildo on a pillow; I know the full thrust is coming and I want to be ready.  Allie squeals, and I hold the top of my headboard as I sink fully onto the toy.  The last two inches of this one are usually a challenge but they slip right in tonight.

I grab the wand again and press it into myself, keeping the dildo fully inside.  I let it slip downwards just enough to make contact with the base of the dildo and relish the subtle shockwaves that crawl up the toy and dissipate deep inside me.  One of my eyes closes while the other flutters half open with the ball rolled back in the socket.  There’s nothing to bite down on here.  I just let the groan come out as I grip the bed for stability.  Fucking shameless little snoop. 

Sam’s headboard begins to rhythmically bounce against the wall less than a foot away from my own.  I’m so close.  If the wall wasn’t here, I could reach out and touch them.

I wonder what position…

*Thwack*.  Sam’s hand comes down hard on Allie’s ass.

It’s doggy.  Of course it’s doggy.  Sam’s an ass man and Allie’s got the world’s best ass.

Either they didn’t hear me or they don’t care.  I begin bouncing on the dildo.  The wand’s rumble is too much now.  I toss it aside and grab a small black bullet vibe.  Buzzy and electric, I turn it all the way to high and press it against my clit as the dildo fills me.  It’s got these swirly ridges on it and I can feel them tickle their way in and out of me with every bounce.

“Harder Sam.  Yes, fuck yes.  Yes daddy, fuck meeeeeeeee!!!!”  The wall trembles every time his headboard slams against it and I reach out a hand to feel as I imagine Allie’s impeccable frame quaking in pleasure.  

“Roll over,” Sam grunts.  Allie and I both obey. His thrusts become slow and thudding.  He’s pulling almost fully out before sinking completely into her again.  She lets out a mix of a sigh and a moan every time he does, each thrust still punctuated by the thump of headboard on sheetrock.

I resume my mimicry, pulling the dildo fully out, then slamming it back in again.  A thick white film coats the length of the translucent green toy.  The rhythm is picking up and Allie’s whimpers are escalating again.  I’m at the point where basically all I need to do to cum is think about it hard enough.  I block out everything but the feeling of the dildo rippling in and out of me and the zippy buzz of the bullet firing through 10000 nerve endings a hundred times a second.

I let it consume me as Allie’s begging fills the house.  “Harder! Harder! YES! HARDER! Fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK! YES SAM! FUCCKKKK!”  

Our heads are mere feet apart.  Me full of toy, her full of him.  Sam pushes through Allie’s climax before I hear him grunt, a frantic creak of springs, and Allie’s satisfied “Yes, cover me.”

I lie back, my chest heaving.  The last round was hard to separate, but there were at least two distinct peaks in the wave of pleasure that just coursed through my body.

My phone buzzes.  A grinning picture of Allie’s cum-splattered face greets me as I unlock it.  Long ribbons of cum coat her cheeks and neck, complimenting the reflective sheen of sweat on her face and chest.  Bright red lace frames her breasts.  Her perfect blonde hair is a mess.

I pull the dildo from inside me and lay its cum-slicked surface on my stomach.  The thick white sheen that coats it matches what covers my thighs and the matted slickness of my pubic hair.  I take a selfie and send it in response.

Another text comes through from Allie: “Don’t move. I’m coming to clean you up.”

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Sam’s headlights shine through my window as he pulls into the driveway.  Car doors open and close and I can hear Allie’s laughter–bubbly, genuine, impossible not to like.  I bite my lip as I slip a second finger inside myself.  My open window faces the front walk and they should be passing by in 3, 2, 1…

“So by this time, I’m so done with the whole situation.  Like Sarah, nobody is forcing you to be here.”  Allie’s voice fades as they move past my window.  A few moments later it picks back up as I hear the front door open.  “I’m sorry this wasn’t what you wanted to do this weekend.  It’s not your bachelorette party.”

“I don’t know why they still hang out, really,” Sam adds.  “That happens every time.  Can I get you anything?  Wine?  Beer?”  I can picture him in this moment, playing the host in the kitchen, standing with his hand on the refrigerator door as punctuation to the rhetorical question he knows he just asked.

“Hmmm, I think you know what I want,”  Allie replies.

*Eye roll.*  I pull my fingers out and start rubbing small firm circles around my clit.

“Well, the picture you sent earlier gave me a pretty good hint, but I figured I should try to be a good host.”

“I know how much you like me in red.”  I saw her Instagram story earlier in her tiny black dress.  I guess now I know what she’s wearing underneath.

“That I do.”

“And it’s been too fucking long since I’ve had that dick…well, any dick really…inside me.”

My clit tingles and I pick up the pace, turning my head to the side to bite down on a corner of the duvet.  I’ve never been one for denial and my self-indulgence was already way too far along by the time they showed up.  Bad timing, but we’re just gonna have to push through and make the best of it.

My body clenches and I bite down hard on the bedding as the climax hits.  There’s still conversation and laughter coming from the living room so I think I’ve hidden my indiscretion successfully.

“Oh,” I hear Allie say as my breathing steadies.  “Is Cat home?”

Shit, maybe I wasn’t as quiet as I thought.

“Maybe,” I hear Sam respond.  “It’s Thursday though so she’s probably gaming.  I bet she’s got headphones on.”

We’re an odd pair, but Sam and I make good roommates.  At first I wasn’t thrilled about living with a guy, let alone one who was so outwardly masculine and bro-ey, but I quickly learned that he was easy going, respectful, and just enough of a nerd that we still found things to talk about.  He left me alone, didn’t judge my gaming or weekly Dungeons and Dragons campaign, and forced me to be social just often enough that I didn’t qualify as a total hermit.  

“Hey Cat,” he calls out a moment later, not yelling but loud enough for me to definitely hear.

I don’t respond.  1) I’m naked and indisposed and it would take an awkward amount of time for me to actually emerge from my room and 2) I don’t know if I’m in the mood to socialize anyway.  Sam knows me well and he’s right: I would normally be gaming on a Thursday night so I’ll just let them believe that’s the case.

“Oh well, I’ll see her at some point this weekend,”  Allie continues.

“Yeah, we’ll drag her out for a drink or something.”

I close the laptop still sitting on the bed next to me.  A pretty blonde face, hair disheveled and eyes closed in ecstasy, disappears into blackness as I do.

“In the meantime…” I hear Allie say.  I hear the familiar creak of the left end of the couch.

“Oh you bad girl,” Sam growls.

“Are you going to do something about it?” 

My fingers move back between my legs.   It’s not a conscious choice, but here we are.  She’s on the end of the couch closest to me.  The kitchen is directly opposite.  My mind begins constructing the scene as the index and ring fingers of my right hand zero in on my g-spot.  Elbows on the arm of the couch, tight dress pulled up and over her ass.  Lacy red panties on display as Sam approaches from the kitchen.

Blonde, stunningly beautiful, athletic, smart, hilarious, friendly.  She’d be so easy to hate if she wasn’t so damn likeable.  The mean sorority girls from bad college comedy films dress up as Allie for Halloween.  I completely understand why Sam can’t stay away from her; I wouldn’t be able to either.  

I’m still close enough to the previous orgasm that I can feel another approaching rapidly.

There’s a yelp of surprise, then a giggle as two sets of footsteps move toward Sam’s room.  Sam’s door clicks closed.  I hear muffled movement, the creak of bed springs, then the unmistakable *thwack* of hand meeting flesh.  Allie giggles again.

“Harder, daddy,” I hear her moan.  I hate that and I hate even more the pulse of pleasure that shot through me as she said it.

Sam brings his hand down again and she yelps.  “Mmmm fuck yes.  Harder.”  A third time, definitive and resonant.  Allie yelps louder.  For a new house, I still can’t believe how thin these walls are.

“Bring those pretty red lips over here,” Sam demands.  The bed springs creak again as Allie obeys.  Sam groans as she wraps her lips around him.

I hear Sam groan again and then a gag, a cough, and a self-pleased laugh.

Of course you’re deepthroating him, you fucking little slut.  

I slam two fingers into myself and barely get the duvet back into my mouth in time before the orgasm washes over me.

I roll over and open the bottom drawer of the nightstand.  The menagerie of illicit items stare up at me and I pull out several of my favorites.

So predictable.  Sam’s in there with a girl, and here you are again getting yourself off like a desperate little snoop.

The gags and groans continue from the other side of the wall.  I lie back against the pillows and slide the bulb of the wand across the glistening peak of my clitoris.  My eyes close and I see them: Allie on her elbows and knees on the bed, perfect round ass high in the air and a thin band of red lace disappearing between her cheeks, Sam’s hands pulling Allie’s long blonde hair back, his cock as far down her throat as she can manage, drool coating his shaft and her chin and forming a slick puddle on the sheets between them.

Fucccckkkkkk. 

The feeling escapes my body like I’m being deflated.  The room grows a little fuzzy around me and I preemptively pull a pillow into my mouth.  I groan loudly.  I hope the pillow was enough but I know there’s a good chance it wasn’t.  I should know better.  The wand always turns me into an oozing mess.  

“Fuck me Sam,” I hear Allie demand.  “Fuck me right now.”  Bed springs creak again and he pushes into her.  Almost like glasses with different levels of water in them, I can track the progress of his entry into her by the way her tone changes.  In a bit: higher, back out, in a little farther: a new high note.  The same spot.  The same spot again.  

I grab the big green dildo from the bed next to me and try to match what’s happening next door.  I’m guessing we’re about halfway.  Allie’s a slut–I know she can take it.  I’ve also heard them fuck a couple dozen times–I know she’s going to put on a show.

“Fuck daddyyyyy.”  The end of the word reaches a new high.  I push the dildo in a little farther and bite my lip.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”  Four thrusts, all the same depth.  I roll over and balance the base of the dildo on a pillow; I know the full thrust is coming and I want to be ready.  Allie squeals, and I hold the top of my headboard as I sink fully onto the toy.  The last two inches of this one are usually a challenge but they slip right in tonight.

I grab the wand again and press it into myself, keeping the dildo fully inside.  I let it slip downwards just enough to make contact with the base of the dildo and relish the subtle shockwaves that crawl up the toy and dissipate deep inside me.  One of my eyes closes while the other flutters half open with the ball rolled back in the socket.  There’s nothing to bite down on here.  I just let the groan come out as I grip the bed for stability.  Fucking shameless little snoop. 

Sam’s headboard begins to rhythmically bounce against the wall less than a foot away from my own.  I’m so close.  If the wall wasn’t here, I could reach out and touch them.

I wonder what position…

*Thwack*.  Sam’s hand comes down hard on Allie’s ass.

It’s doggy.  Of course it’s doggy.  Sam’s an ass man and Allie’s got the world’s best ass.

Either they didn’t hear me or they don’t care.  I begin bouncing on the dildo.  The wand’s rumble is too much now.  I toss it aside and grab a small black bullet vibe.  Buzzy and electric, I turn it all the way to high and press it against my clit as the dildo fills me.  It’s got these swirly ridges on it and I can feel them tickle their way in and out of me with every bounce.

“Harder Sam.  Yes, fuck yes.  Yes daddy, fuck meeeeeeeee!!!!”  The wall trembles every time his headboard slams against it and I reach out a hand to feel as I imagine Allie’s impeccable frame quaking in pleasure.  

“Roll over,” Sam grunts.  Allie and I both obey. His thrusts become slow and thudding.  He’s pulling almost fully out before sinking completely into her again.  She lets out a mix of a sigh and a moan every time he does, each thrust still punctuated by the thump of headboard on sheetrock.

I resume my mimicry, pulling the dildo fully out, then slamming it back in again.  A thick white film coats the length of the translucent green toy.  The rhythm is picking up and Allie’s whimpers are escalating again.  I’m at the point where basically all I need to do to cum is think about it hard enough.  I block out everything but the feeling of the dildo rippling in and out of me and the zippy buzz of the bullet firing through 10000 nerve endings a hundred times a second.

I let it consume me as Allie’s begging fills the house.  “Harder! Harder! YES! HARDER! Fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK! YES SAM! FUCCKKKK!”  

Our heads are mere feet apart.  Me full of toy, her full of him.  Sam pushes through Allie’s climax before I hear him grunt, a frantic creak of springs, and Allie’s satisfied “Yes, cover me.”

I lie back, my chest heaving.  The last round was hard to separate, but there were at least two distinct peaks in the wave of pleasure that just coursed through my body.

My phone buzzes.  A grinning picture of Allie’s cum-splattered face greets me as I unlock it.  Long ribbons of cum coat her cheeks and neck, complimenting the reflective sheen of sweat on her face and chest.  Bright red lace frames her breasts.  Her perfect blonde hair is a mess.

I pull the dildo from inside me and lay its cum-slicked surface on my stomach.  The thick white sheen that coats it matches what covers my thighs and the matted slickness of my pubic hair.  I take a selfie and send it in response.

Another text comes through from Allie: “Don’t move. I’m coming to clean you up.”

First time delving into the fantasy side of things. Enjoyed it. Might try again some time. Thanks for reading!

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I guess there were worse places a girl could be suddenly and unexpectedly single.  Sitting naked in the morning sun, dangling my feet in glimmering blue water from the private deck of an overwater bungalow while eating fresh tropical fruit: it was a small consolation prize, but it softened the sting a bit.  

Just a bit; I should have been getting engaged this week but Jordan chose to fuck my coworker instead.  Caught them in our bed and everything.  Enjoying this vacation on his dime is the least that motherfucker could do to pay me back.  He did ask if I’d split it at least and I just laughed at him.  After all, if you can’t say anything nice…

Anyways, where was I?  Right.  Pineapple.

My best friend gets married next weekend.  The plan was to come down a week early.  Lounge in the sun, eat some good food, fuck a bunch, get rid of all my tan lines before the wedding, and hopefully have a new left-hand accessory by the time the rehearsal dinner rolled around.  The ring for sure wasn’t happening.  Everything else was going to plan so far apart from the fucking, but I figured a rebound fling with a groomsman would be a relatively simple task.

I finish the plate of fruit, then slide into the water.  The walls of our…my…balcony extend out about 30 feet into the ocean, so as long as I stay close, I can skinny-dip all I want.  I grab the snorkel mask from the deck and pull it over my face.  The water is about 15 feet deep here and small colorful fish seem to enjoy the shelter offered by the deck and pylons that support it.  I kick downwards and looked around.  The same blue, yellow, and orange fish I saw a lot of yesterday, a stingray, and to my left, two or three rooms down, another woman’s bare legs and ass.  There’s a splash and a second body joins her–male, toned, also naked, nice cock.  I kick to the surface, though I hang onto the deck’s steps for a minute before climbing out in case they decide to do a similar exploratory dive.

Look, I want a rebound, and my inhibitions are basically non-existent.  Guy?  Girl?  Both?  I don’t mind dangling some temptation and seeing who bites.

I’m never going to meet someone sitting alone in my room though, and I know the likelihood the couple down the hall comes knocking on my door is slim, even if I may spend some time with those thoughts a little later.  I dig through my suitcase past a pile of swimsuits (each more revealing than the last) until I find clothes suitable for wandering the market:  flowy floral skirt and a cropped halter top.  I put my hair in a messy bun that says “yeah, I went for a nice after-breakfast dip and then casually threw on these clothes.  What of it?”  Oddly enough, I do run into the couple in the hallway.  They’re both gorgeous and I try for the right mix of cute, shy, and flirty as I greet them.

The market is what you’d expect in a touristy beach town.  T-shirts, sun hats, shot glasses with pictures of palm trees and crabs and coconuts.  Lots of sea shells.  A man with a cart under an umbrella has food and I buy a mango and a drilled coconut with a loopy pink straw to drink from.  At the end of a row of umbrellas, there’s a table with jewelry.  Again, it’s the expected fare: braided hemp, shells, cheap metal and fake stones.  I’m readying myself to politely move on when I notice the locked case at the end of the table.

There’s only a few items in the case; I guess most people aren’t looking for high dollar merchandise at the local market.  A couple rings with nicer stones, some silver and gold bangles, and one silver chain with a pendant of intricately laid Larimar waves.

I was supposed to leave this week with new jewelry…

“The lady has a good eye,” a small man sitting in the shade drinking a Carib says, clearly sensing the opportunity offered by my hesitation.  “What will it be?”

“Oh.  Just thinking about it.  I don’t know.”

“No no no.  Eddie is in the mood to make you a deal today.  The lady’s fingers are looking very empty.”  I glance at my hands.  It feels sad to buy myself a ring.

“Tell me about the necklace,” I say finally.

“Ah.  The necklace.  Eddie could tell there was something special about you.”

Alright, Eddie, cut the shit.  I know I’m a dumb tourist.  Just sell me the fucking necklace.

“You know Marisol the Witch, right?”

“Marisol the Witch?”

“Sí sí Marisol.  La Roja.  La Reina del Mar.  La Tormenta.  La Bruja.”  The sun went behind the only cloud in the sky as Eddie said ‘bruja.’  The lucky bastard’s timing was impeccable.  “Most dangerous pirata en El Caribe.  Any time they almost catch her, *poof*, she disappears.  Sink her ship right into the sea only to come back next month.  They never catch her.  Maybe still out there.  Mi tío saw her ship one time while he was fishing.  This,” he said, opening the case and pausing for dramatic effect, “is how she did it.”

“That’s a hell of a story, Eddie.”

“No story.  Eddie tells the truth.  La Bruja gets caught in a storm.  Goes overboard.  They find her two days later floating en el mar, calm as can be.  This necklace, none of them ever see it before but she has it now.  La suerte, la fortuna, el mar.  All yours with this necklace.”  I want to roll my eyes but I contain myself.

“Just tell me how much, Eddie.”

“For you. 10000 pesos.”  I do rough math in my head.

“8000.”  Eddie narrows his eyes and smiles.

“9500.”  I meet his gaze.

“You lying to me Eddie?”

“Eddie would never.”

“Fine.  9500.”  Eddie breaks into a huge grin and passes the necklace across to me.  I know he’s lying and he just played me like a steel drum.  But it is pretty.  And I deserve a treat.  I put the necklace on and Eddie makes a show of admiring how good it looks.

I pause at the couple’s door on the way back to my room.  Squeals, rhythmic and ecstatic, find their way to my ears.

God, I need to get fucked.

For now, I’ll have to take care of myself.  I have my top off before the door has even closed behind me.  I drag the lounge chair from the corner of the room in front of the full length mirror and grab the new vibrator from my suitcase.  What a nice treat for Jordan to have bought me with his credit card that I still have.  Two motors–one for inside, one for out.  Rumbly as fuck, just how I like it.  And just my luck, they had the special edition one with the 24k gold accents which pushed the price tag up an extra $100. 

I spread my legs and admire myself in the mirror as I run two fingers through my wet folds.  I can’t actually hear the couple from here, but I close my eyes momentarily and imagine my fingers belong to her and the toy sliding between my lips is his cock instead.  I click the vibrator on to a low hum and slide it between my legs.

I make no effort to be quiet.  As far as I can tell, the only other people here are the couple down the hall and they seem to be similarly occupied at the moment.  What’s two or three moaning orgasms but a contribution to the current atmosphere?

The next two days follow a similar pattern.  Wake up, sit on the deck and eat breakfast, go for a dip, wander around town, lay in the sun naked, listen to the couple fuck each other, fuck myself.  Rinse, wash, repeat…until she caught me spying.

She treads water effortlessly as I admire her bare legs from under the water.  I’m about to surface for a new breath of air when she sinks down and stares directly at me.  She gives a smile and a wave, before resurfacing.  When I sink beneath the water again, she’s kicking toward me with an unnatural grace.  I’m slightly embarrassed but nothing about her demeanor gives me reason to believe she’s unhappy to have been seen.

“Hi,” she says with a smile as she breaks the surface.

“Hi,” I reply.  Her left hand slides into my hair and pulls me in for a kiss as her right moves between my thighs with uncanny expertise.  “Oh!  I…”

“Shhh,” she chides knowingly.  “You’ve wanted this for days.”

She’s not wrong and I protest no more.  She slips two fingers inside me and suddenly I’m sitting on the edge of the deck while her tongue dissects me.

Wait.  How did I get up here?  I didn’t climb the stairs.  She’s treading water, she couldn’t hav…oh fucckkkkkk.

It doesn’t matter how I got here.  I collapse backwards onto the warm wood of the deck as she devours me.  I don’t care.  Nothing matters but this.  Her tongue is precise and unceasing, orders of magnitude better than any I’ve felt before.  I can’t tell you if it’s been two minutes or an hour and I can’t tell you which orgasm this is, but I do know that I’m cumming again.

Everything continues to blur.  The next moment of consciousness, we’re in my bed, sheets shoved aside.  She’s behind me propped against a pillow, one arm holding me snugly against her as the other teases my clit.

“How did you know?” I ask dreamily.

“I know more than you can imagine.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I know you’ve been watching us all week.”  She increases the pressure on my clit.  “I know you’re horny and seem to not mind being heard.”  I shake my head with a grin and she bites my ear lobe.  “I know you wish my husband was here to join us.”  I nod as she pushes a finger inside me.  “Don’t worry, he will be, but first we have something to discuss.”

“What?”

“In a moment.  Spread your legs.”  I obey as I hear the vibrator click on.

Now where did that come from?  I swear I left it in the shower earlier. 

She presses it into me.  I’m so fucking wet that it’s buried in one push.  Both motors are wailing as she bites my ear again.  I tense and try to hold out for as long as I can.

“Stop.  Let it go.  Learn to float,” she says gently into my ear.  I relax my body and the orgasm immediately causes me to go tenser than I was before.  My back arches and my ass lifts from the bed as I moan.  Her free hand slips around my throat; she doesn’t squeeze but just allows the pressure of its weight to control me.  “Again,” she says.  The vibrator goes a level higher–I could have sworn it was already maxed out.  The bus that hit me before slams into reverse and crushes me again.  I scream like I’ve never screamed before and even that doesn’t seem to be a good enough pressure relief valve because I’m also squirting for the first time in my life.  Squirting, gushing, geysering–whatever you want to call it, there’s cum on the floor past the foot of the bed.

She holds me until I become verbal again and my heart is no longer pounding.  When I’m able to sit up, she holds up the necklace to put it on me.

Ok, I know that was in the bathroom.  I took it off before I showered.

“Who are you?”  I ask.

“May I?” she replies, still holding out the necklace.  I look at her distrustfully.  The bliss of a dozen orgasms is fading and now I’m registering how many weird things are happening.  Hesitantly, I pull my hair out of the way and allow her to fasten it around my neck.

“Do you know where this came from?” she continues.

“Yeah, some scam artist named Eddie at the market.”

“What did Eddie tell you about it?”

“Something about it belonging to a pirate.  That she was a witch and would disappear and they never could catch her and that…” I switch to a ghost story voice and wave my hands for effect. “...maybe she’s still out there.”

“Nice to meet you,” the woman says with a smile.  I start to laugh but stop when she has no reaction to it.  “Marisol,” she says, holding out her hand.  I recognize that it’s crazy to shake the hand of a woman who just gave you half a dozen world-rending orgasms and is now claiming to be a witch pirate, but propriety does what propriety does.

“Prove it,” is all I can think to say.

The woman hands me a glass of water that she wasn’t holding the moment before.  I look over at the small wet bar and there’s a glass missing from the shelf.

“Do you want to know the part of the story I didn’t tell you a few days ago because I was too busy playing a scam artist named Eddie?”

“Fuck off.  That one you’re really going to have to prove.”

“Yeah, that magic is a little more complicated than a hand-wave.  But maybe this can convince you?”  She screws up her face in a shrewd Eddie smile.  “La suerte, la fortuna, el mar.  All yours with this necklace.”

“Fucking damn it,” I say, getting out of bed angrily.  “So what, I just bought a fucking cursed pirate necklace?  Why couldn’t you have just been a normal horny swinger couple that wanted to fuck?  Also that means you’re what, like 300 years old?”

“316 a month ago.”  She looks entirely unbothered.

“Why?  Why me?”

“I mean.  You picked the necklace.” 

“And you fucking swindled me into buying it.”

“I merely provided what you needed for an unforgettable week.”

“Meaning?”

“Are you supposed to be here alone?”

“No.”

“And now you aren’t.”

“You could have just come over and fucked me.”

“It’s not that simple.  You know: enchantments and magic and all.”  I rub my forehead in frustration.

“Alright fine.  I’ll bite.  What’s the part of the story Eddie…you…didn’t tell me.”

“I’d just pulled the biggest heist of my career.  They’re chasing me.  A storm is blowing in and I’m sure it’ll give me the cover I need to disappear again.  That’s when I get blown overboard.  A massive wave train caught us broadside as we tried to make a move on the north side of the island.”  She points out the still open door into the fading dusk.  “Right out there.  Before I knew it, I was sailing over the side.  I hit the water on my back and it knocked all the air out of me just before I got pummeled by the next set of waves.  I’m underwater, disoriented, no oxygen.  It’s the end.  And then he appeared.  He saved me, and in return I pledged my devotion.  Two days later, I surfaced right next to the ship 30 miles from where I’d gone down.  I had on that necklace and as long as I wore it, I had his protection.  Which is how they never managed to catch me.  Nothing I told you was a lie.”

“You met your husband underwater?”

“You know, you really play the skeptic well, but I’ll remind you again that you did buy the necklace.”

“Fine.  You got me there.  What’s the deal with the necklace?  Why did you need me to buy it?”

“Fun mostly.  I get a new life and body.  You get to be La Bruja.”

I wave my hand and nothing happens, then look at her expectantly.

“I don’t think it worked.”

“There’s one more step.”

“Which is?”

“You have to consummate the marriage.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The powers come from him.”

“Your husband?”

“Yes.”

“And who exactly is your husband?”

“He’s known by many names.”

“I’m sure.”

“May I offer you to him?”

“What does that entail?”

“The greatest pleasure you will ever experience.”  I feel warmth between my legs.  The number of times I’ve listened to this mysterious woman shrieking and moaning this week feels promising.  “Do you trust me?”  she asks.  In this moment, for some inexplicable reason, everything she’s said so far feels genuine.  I nod slowly.

She climbs from the bed and takes my hand, leading me towards the deck.  As we move into the night air, she whistles a high trilling melody before turning towards me.  Laying a hand on my head, she whispers something inaudible and I feel myself relax.

She climbs down the steps into the water, then motions for me to follow.  It’s the first time I’ve been in the water with the necklace on and I suddenly recall the easy grace with which she swam toward me earlier. She treads water effortlessly next to me and I can feel my own body more at one with the sea than it’s ever felt before.  Her hands are on me again, trailing down my hips and teasing between my thighs.

“Everything that is about to happen,” she says.  “No harm will come to you, I promise.  Even if it seems like too much, it will always be just the right amount.”  I sense movement in the water around us.  “Just relax and let him take you.  There’s nothing like the first time.”

Something wraps around my right ankle, smooth and strong, and begins winding up my leg.  A similar sensation finds my left thigh.  I cannot explain why I’m so calm in this moment–every instinct tells me I should run but my body takes no corresponding action.  Two more: one around my waist and another snaking up my back.  I look downwards but there is only darkness.  Another second later I realize there’s a full moon high in the sky and that darkness is not open water but the immensity of what is sharing the water with me.

My legs are completely enveloped.  My breasts.  Both arms.  And then what has been moving up my spine wraps around to caress my throat and I get the first glimpse of the thick red sinuous tentacle.  I open my mouth to scream but what comes out is a gasp of pleasure and longing.  I’m lifted from the water gently and held aloft in the silvery moonlight.  The tendrils turn me slowly through a series of axes: examining, calculating, admiring.

I’m turned toward the moon, my arms and legs spread, an apparent offering to the only thing strong enough to control the seas.  With the powers that be appropriately satisfied, I begin to lower.  The tentacles extend, seemingly endless, through the door of my room and deposit me in the bed.  My legs spread, not fully splayed, but pressed gently aside and I feel the tip of something thick and muscular slip softly inside me.

It’s shockingly gentle despite being thicker by far than any toy or dick I’ve ever experienced.  There’s texture too now that I notice for the first time: the luxurious plipplipplipplipplipplipplipplipplip of dozens of tiny suckers sliding across the threshold of my dripping cunt.  It presses inwards, stopping for small outward thrusts but gaining ground with each continued incursion.  I’m confident that what is now happening is physically impossible but those thoughts can’t stand up to the steadily building pleasure within me.  I look around the room.  Ropes of tentacles stretch from the ocean outside my door, across the room to the bed.  All but one are here on the bed with me.  

The sole deserter has found the woman, the previous Marisol, on the lounge chair next to the full length mirror.  She looks at me with intense eyes and a slack jaw as one massive tentacle thrusts in and out of her with practiced purpose.  She whimpers and I watch her tense in the grips of an impending orgasm.

I turn back to my own experience, breaking eye contact as she lets out the first of a series of moans.  My legs are still spread, held firmly by strong wraps of red flesh.  Still, I make an attempt to spread them wider and move them upwards toward the head of the bed.  The tentacles respond immediately, pressing my thighs to my stomach so that my hips roll upward.  I groan softly and the tentacle inside me stops its forward progress and begins to thrust.  Plipplipplipplipplipplip, each tantalizing sucker slithering over every surface of my inner depths or endlessly slipping out of me.  I throw my head back and watch the steady whir of the ceiling fan as I’m fucked into oblivion.

I cum hard.  Harder than I ever have from sex before by an indescribable amount.  As the creature begins to retreat, I lift my head and hazard a glance at the scene between my legs.  A sheen of slickness glimmers a foot down the tentacle still extracting itself from me.  I can still feel it deep within me and there’s no terminus in sight.  I glance over again at the woman.  Her eyes are closed now.  A thick pool of white liquid coats the lounge chair.  The creature pulls free from her as well and the appendage that was previously inside her moves toward me.  It approaches my face and I open my mouth, allowing it inside.  My jaw muscles strain as it pushes between my lips.  It tastes of sea breeze and sunshine and I swallow it without reservation.  I’m saddened as it vacates my mouth and I try to follow it but am held fast to the bed by a slender wrap around each wrist.  It drags itself down my chest, leaving a river of thick white…cum?  Is this cum?  Who cares…

I giggle when it flips me onto my stomach.  A massive arm presses down on my back.  It’s nearly as wide as my torso and unfathomably heavy.  I relax and let it mold me into the position it seeks.  My chest is on the bed with my arms straight out and held down.  My ass is high in the air and the suckers of the heavy tentacle tickle as they slide against me.  My knees are almost touching underneath me but my ankles are pulled wide still so my lower legs rest on the bed in an awkward triangle.  It’s unfamiliar but not uncomfortable.

I gasp as I’m suddenly filled again, resuming the feeling of disappearing suckers I have only just discovered but am confident I would now kill for to experience.  The creature is less gentle this time–either it can tell I’m prepared or knows I’m desperate–it seems to know everything so probably both.  What I’m not prepared for but unknowingly in need of is the tentacle that begins to press into my ass.  The creature is a foot deep into my cunt again when two smaller tendrils spread me wide and a thicker one presses into me.  Once, and only once, I let a guy put his thumb in my ass while he fucked me.  This is nothing like that.  This is exquisite.

The creature begins to envelop me again.  It wraps tight around my waist and pulls me back as it thrusts.  The limbs holding my ankles and wrists begin sensuously twining their way up my extremities.  My head is turned to the side and it pushes into my mouth again.  I gag only once as it slips down my throat, then my eyes roll backwards and the world goes dark.

Like Icarus, maybe I will come to regret this ecstasy in hindsight, but the unbridled joy of flying closer and closer to the sun is undeniable.  I can’t breathe.  I can’t move.  There are viscous streams running down both of my thighs.  There has to be 8 feet of tentacle inside of me, all of it pulsing and thrusting in divine harmony.  And the only thought in my mind as I come down from a third orgasm is that this would only be made better if I had more holes to fill.

The tentacle in my ass slips out with a rapid fire sensation of plips and explodes all over my back.  Another fills the void.  I try to writhe against everything holding me in position and each attendant arm clenches in response.  The energy has to go somewhere so it jolts through my entire body with a shuddering explosion of euphoria.  My cunt is freed of 3 feet of muscle in a second flat, a sensation that causes me to squirt for a second time tonight.  My own explosive orgasm drenches the sheets behind me while a continuous glopping flow of cum pours out of me and drenches my thighs.  I can feel it pooling behind my kneecaps as my husband fills me again.  The arm in my mouth pulls out and coats my face and shoulders.  I haven’t had oxygen in probably 15 minutes and the sudden rush causes me to orgasm and blackout all at once.  

My husband.  My soul mate.  The source of my making and my undoing.  My one love continues to destroy me for an eternity that I never want to end.  At one point as he flips me upside down and proceeds to fuck me with the same tentacle that he’s using to hold me above the bed, I glance over and notice the lounge chair is empty.  A puddle pooled in the indentation left by a seated woman is all that remains of the previous Marisol.

The new Marisol dangles above her bed.  Cum dripping from her body onto the decimated sheets below as her husband fucks her to a final cosmic climax.

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The rehearsal dinner is in 20 minutes.  I run my hand across my face and clear off a smear of cum and sea water as I watch the last tentacle slide off the deck and back into the ocean.  I drag myself out of bed—spent and glowing–and wave my left hand.  In an instant, I’m clean and dry.  I wave my right hand and magically clean the bed for the 5th time in 3 days.  I pick a dress from the closet and a large floppy straw sun hat.  I straighten the necklace where it hangs between my breasts and turn to the open doors as a man, naked and dripping, climbs out of the water and walks into the bedroom towards me.