Thursday, March 24, 2011

Wanderlust Part 9: “What do you need, Snowflake?”

One day 'til Friday, folks! Part nine commences below. I will try, try, try super hard tomorrow to get up the 10th installment. Girl child has a big day, the man and I have a big day. Tomorrow is just a big day. But I'll do my darndest to stop in here before the big day gets away with me.

Thanks to all who are reading. It's awesome to see you showing up every day!


Part 9
by Sommer Marsden

His apartment was the top floor in an old building adjacent to an old church. The front window looked out onto the steeple. “Wow, is this why you rented? I mean, you’re huge and you can hardly stand up in here.”

“That and the bedroom view. You’ll see in the morning.”

He took my arm and tugged me up from the sofa where I’d been sitting. Johnny pushed my long hair back off my face, held the bulk of it at the base of my neck with his hand and kissed me.

“Wait, what’s your name?” I said, pushing my palms flat to the hard expanse of his chest.

“Johnny,” he said, and cocked that half-grin at me.

“Johnny what.? You know that I’m Aurelia Blake. Who are you? Johnny…”


I snorted and rolled my eyes but he amused me for sure. “Try again.”

“B. Goode?”

I shook my head. “Come on. Tell me.” Anxiety had wormed into my belly at the lack of knowledge. They say knowledge is power, I liked to be the one with the most toys in any given situation. I liked to know everything about everyone. Call it a character flaw if you must.

As a teenager I had gone to the ocean and wandered off to a hotel with a boy. I hadn’t told my friends his name or where I was going. I’d simply decided to go. Instinct had stopped me half way down his hotel hallway and when I told him that I’d changed my mind he’d called me a cunt. My instinct had been that the night would end badly and I had listened. His reaction had proven my fears true. Sudden anger and raged had bubbled out of him and he had stormed toward me so intently that I ran. I’d often wondered what would have happened had I gone back to his room and he’d had me alone.

My instinct told me that this night would end a way I liked. Really liked. Possibly too much for comfort. I needed to know his name as silly as it was.

He studied me intently. Holding my chin in his hand, he tipped my head back and stared at me so hard I felt like he could see into my bones and all the way down to my soul. “John Rose. That’s my name.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You want a drink?”

“No. No drink.”

“You hungry?”

“No.” I put my hand on his cock—still hard, still long, still very there under my hand—and I squeezed him.

His arms closed me in on me. Grabbing my ass, he lifted me so that I straddled his waist. I wrapped my legs around him, caught his neck up in my arms and pulled myself close.

“What do you want then, Really?”

I had a choice, I knew it—I could feel it. I could tell him the God’s honest truth, that baldly raw bit of myself nestled way down. Or I could lie to him, feed him some line of greeting card bullshit. The stuff that women’s network movies were made out of. And then I could fuck him and sneak off in the middle of the night like a thief or a whore or a liar.

“I want you, Johnny Rose,’ I said. I kissed him, bit his bottom lips so hard he hissed and his hands gripped my ass tighter, squeezing forcefully enough that my heart seemed to stagger drunkenly at the cross stimulation of pleasure and pain. I bit him again and he growled—the noise set all of the tiny hairs along the nape of my neck on edge.

I shivered like a feverish woman and grabbed his head in my hands. The stubble on his cheeks bit at my fingertips. Would he let me shave his head? Would he let me put shaving cream along it as I sat naked—draped over the old fashioned tub I’d spied through the open bathroom door—and shave his head smooth? Would he trust me with a razor and his skin?

“Do you know? Are you sure? I’m not an easy guy to be around. I tend to alienate people.”

“I don’t see it. I don’t feel alienated at all, Johnny Rose. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No?” He walked me back to the counter of his tiny kitchen. He slammed my ass on the ugly green Formica and pinned my hands to the sides of my thighs and kissed me hard. His hands tangled in my hair again and when the kiss deepened, he yanked.

“I don’t need a nursemaid or a girlfriend or a business partner.” I was babbling.

“Good,” he said. He pulled my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra and tossed it. His mouth closed over my nipple and he sucked, the tug of his mouth drawing an invisible line of need from my tit to my cunt. “What do you need, Snowflake?”

His huge fingers—looking so clumsy but being so nimble—settled on my button but then stilled. I waited, watching his hands, willing them to move.

“I need…”

He smiled and his face was dark and beautiful, beat up and perfect. He was magnificent. Gorgeous and frightening all in one blink. “Yeah?”

“I need a good long fuck. From you. I need you to fuck me, Johnny,” I said, the words felt weird coming out of my mouth but they burst out almost of their own accord, like spitting out little bits of dandelion fluff.

His laughter was smoky and mildly unsettling and he grabbed me up in his arms and moved toward the back room that I knew to be his bedroom . “Done,” he said.



  1. This just keeps getting better and better.

  2. You've got us right there, right at the edge. This is great. Tomorrow -- ice, fan, wine or patience if you're busy. ;)

  3. Yum.

    You right the best straight sex, Sommer ;)

    (Yes. I know we're not to the sex yet. But that's ok, cause the pace is fucking excrutiatingly perfect) right awesome lesbian sex too...but I love reading the straight stuff too ;)


  4. Thanks for the update, good luck with the big day x

  5. Loving this daily feed, you've pulled me into the story, I'm now a believer.


  6. Hi everyone :) and thanks for your comments. Janet, welcome, welcome, welcome!



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