"[color=#2ecc40]Sometimes I wonder about you, Ruth,[/color]" she whispered, as she leaned back against the edge of the tub, one leg hooked at the knee over the edge, the other bracing herself against the edge so that she could watch him finish undressing, and play with herself at the same time, head rolled to the side as she held his gaze. "[color=#2ecc40]If you cum so much that it's left your insides dehydrated for too long. And then you don't come back to me often enough to drink up enough from between my legs to keep you healthy.[/color]" She bit her lower lip between her teeth, letting the flesh roll between them, as she worried the skin there. She wanted another kiss, wanted his fingers inside her, his cock inside her. Sex with him was familiar, more, in a way. She could tease him, and he'd tease back, they'd spend a few days with one another, and then not think of one another until the next time.
Familiar. Safe. No pressure to perform, or to say she liked something because she was paid for. No pressure to immediately be wet and wanton for him, even if every time he showed up, she was lubed and ready to take him within a minute or two of catching sight of him. "[color=#2ecc40]You could be. I've missed the taste of you on my lips, get in this tub and wash the horse stench off you so I can suck you hard proper like.[/color]" It was playful as she flicked a few drops of water at him from the surface of the water, the hand that had been playing with her clit still now save for the flicking of water. "[color=#2ecc40]I had a nice cunt while you were gone. Tangy, almost, and she mewled so loud when I finally worked my whole hand inside her. The old man had to lock the doors to the upstairs that night, some of the regulars wanted to play peeping toms and the lady wasn't having any of it. Dark haired, dark eyed, been disappointed by men too many times. Needed a tongue that knew each dip, valley, and fold of a woman's sex to set her back right. Are arses as fun as they seem? I had a client at one time that liked having me put a false cock on and press it into his ass like I was a man. I thought it might feel fun if it hadn't been false, but, alas.[/color]"
She un-hooked her leg off the edge of the tub and slid back down into the water, setting her hands on the edge. She needed to be patient, and wait for him, she knew -- but it was, addiction. Addiction was something she knew he would understand. Addiction in how she needed to fuck and be fucked, to have her clit constantly stimulated. It was near painful at times to sit and wait for a client, or even a cute person to come into the inn to take the edge off. Cursed, she had to have been cursed by some sort of spirit of lust or some such, it was the only thing that could explain how ravenously she craved sexual stimulation, even just talking of it, thinking of it, enacting it.. "[color=#2ecc40]Fuck, Ruth, I really am going to need you to get in this tub and at least hold me if I'm not gonna be racing ahead of you and getting myself off on my fingers again right now.[/color]"
Familiar. Safe. No pressure to perform, or to say she liked something because she was paid for. No pressure to immediately be wet and wanton for him, even if every time he showed up, she was lubed and ready to take him within a minute or two of catching sight of him. "[color=#2ecc40]You could be. I've missed the taste of you on my lips, get in this tub and wash the horse stench off you so I can suck you hard proper like.[/color]" It was playful as she flicked a few drops of water at him from the surface of the water, the hand that had been playing with her clit still now save for the flicking of water. "[color=#2ecc40]I had a nice cunt while you were gone. Tangy, almost, and she mewled so loud when I finally worked my whole hand inside her. The old man had to lock the doors to the upstairs that night, some of the regulars wanted to play peeping toms and the lady wasn't having any of it. Dark haired, dark eyed, been disappointed by men too many times. Needed a tongue that knew each dip, valley, and fold of a woman's sex to set her back right. Are arses as fun as they seem? I had a client at one time that liked having me put a false cock on and press it into his ass like I was a man. I thought it might feel fun if it hadn't been false, but, alas.[/color]"
She un-hooked her leg off the edge of the tub and slid back down into the water, setting her hands on the edge. She needed to be patient, and wait for him, she knew -- but it was, addiction. Addiction was something she knew he would understand. Addiction in how she needed to fuck and be fucked, to have her clit constantly stimulated. It was near painful at times to sit and wait for a client, or even a cute person to come into the inn to take the edge off. Cursed, she had to have been cursed by some sort of spirit of lust or some such, it was the only thing that could explain how ravenously she craved sexual stimulation, even just talking of it, thinking of it, enacting it.. "[color=#2ecc40]Fuck, Ruth, I really am going to need you to get in this tub and at least hold me if I'm not gonna be racing ahead of you and getting myself off on my fingers again right now.[/color]"
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