Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“You’re welcome,” I say with a nod.
She bites her lip, drawing my attention back to her plush, pink mouth. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was hoping for a goodnight kiss. I’m about to say fuck it and just pull her into my truck so I can feel her lips against mine, but she steps away.
“Goodnight,” she says quickly, before rushing back inside the complex.
I bring the jacket up to my face and take a deep breath. Skyler’s natural scent invades my lungs, and my cock throbs in my pants.
I back out of the parking space and head toward my own apartment.
Most nights, I work late, and if I’m not working late, I look for bullshit ways to fill my time until I crash into bed.
Not tonight. Tonight, I know exactly how I’m going to spend the next few hours, and it involves the jacket on my lap and the throbbing problem underneath it.
four
SKYLER
The rich scent of fresh coffee wafts around me as I sit down at my usual table in the corner of my favorite café on campus, The Tea Nook.
I place my large iced coffee and breakfast sandwich on the table before pulling out my laptop. As I wait for it to boot up, I take a large bite of my egg-and-cheese sandwich and hold back a moan. It’s the first thing I’ve had to eat today, so it tastes like absolute heaven.
I log onto my webhost’s dashboard and pull up the draft of my latest blog post. I started a blog a little under two years ago, and even though it’s not viral by any means, I post consistently enough to attract a small but dedicated readership. I mostly focus on body-positive photos and concepts, different ways to help my small following break through their own biases and mental barriers.
A few months ago, I started occasionally posting nude photos of myself doing yoga. Nothing too scandalous and I never show my face in any of them. It was an idea I’d been toying around with for a while, a radical step toward getting over my own personal body hang-ups. I decided to pull the trigger after a reader left a heartbreaking comment on one of my posts saying she felt “too big to do yoga.”
I wanted to show her that yoga can be versatile and beneficial, no matter your size or range of motion. I firmly believe that everyone should feel comfortable in their own skin, especially while working out. So I stripped off my clothes and snapped a few photos of myself in beginner poses. I wanted to show the world that curvy girls deserve representation in the exercise world, too.
The results were better than I could have predicted: my dedicated followers told me how happy they were to see someone who looks like them be at ease while exercising. I picked up more readers over the following months, many of whom shared their experiences of attending their first yoga classes in the comments. What’s been most affirming is the level of support my readers have shown to each other; it’s a beautiful thing to witness.
I read and respond to a few new comments on old posts before uploading a picture I took during my workout this morning. It’s a photo of me in the downward-facing dog position, with my long hair covering my face and the sunlight shimmering on my skin. Today will be the third day in a row that I’ve posted a nude photo. Normally, I only post one or two a month, but I’ve been feeling myself more than usual lately.
Ever since Ben drove me home a few days ago, I’ve felt confident and desirable in a way that no one has ever made me feel before.
The intensity in his gaze when I returned his jacket has been seared into my brain. Whenever I think about those heavy, hooded eyes tracing my facial features, my internal temperature rises, and I feel my panties dampen.
And although it was totally inappropriate, I couldn’t resist touching myself to the thought of his hands and mouth on my body.
I ran back to my apartment, soaked in more ways than one. My skin felt extra sensitive as I peeled off the wet layers of clothing and drew myself a bath. I tried to ignore the ache in my pussy. I promise, I really did. But as I basked in the warm water, I couldn’t stop my hand from gingerly brushing down my stomach to rest between my thighs. I imagined Ben’s fingertips rubbing my clit, his thick fingers pumping inside me. When I brought my other hand up to caress my chest, I pictured his mouth closing around my breast and his tongue teasing my hardened nipples.
Ben’s body would feel so good pressed against me; I just know it. I imagined his hips slotting between my thighs as he rocked into me, the rasp in his voice as he told me how good I felt around him. I’ve never had penetrative sex with another person, but I’ve used toys. I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking in the bathtub, spilling water over the edge.