Talk the Talk
IT was supposed to be a sex retreat for kinksters, but it seemed more like a Knitters Society of New Hampshire convention. How was I supposed to get ideas for my next erotic novel here?
I knew this was a bad idea, but my well was running dry, and if I didn't produce a new novella within a month, my publisher was cutting me from the Fall line-up. I needed a sexy story, and what better place to find one than a kinksters retreat?
“Are you sure this is the right resort?” I asked my best friend Chrissy.
“Just because they’re into kink, doesn’t mean they’re freaks,” Chrissy said.
“Yeah, we wait until dinner to walk around topless in our nipple clamps,” a man adjacent to us said. “I’m Harry.”
He held out his hand. Chrissy’s face lit up like I hadn’t seen in months. She’d been fixated on her ex for six months too long, and she was in desperate need of a distraction. Harry looked like he’d make a fine distraction.
A boisterous woman took over the mic on the nearby stage.
“Alright everyone. You all have a letter on your name tag. You’ve been grouped based on your kinky interests. Please find the table with your letter on it. We’ll start with introductions while we finish registering attendees.”
Chrissy and Harry were in the same group, and I was … where the hell was I? Way in the back of the room with the basement nerds and turquoise-haired cosplay fetishists. Great. I guess that’s what I get for selecting “Other” as my kinky interest on the registration form.
“It’s just until dinner,” Chrissy said, eying my bad luck. “We’ll catch up soon.”
“Or you could skip dinner and shack up with Harry for the rest of the weekend,” I suggested.
“Not gonna happen.”
“Why not? He’s cute. Besides, I’m going to be busy doing research, so you shouldn’t depend on me to keep you company. There’s too much story potential in this room to let it go untapped.”
“Who‘s she tapping?” Harry asked.
Chrissy shrugged, “Probably just her keyboard again.”
I flipped her off and joined my table.
The table leader, Alli, began the introductions by asking everyone for the basics: name, orientation, kink, and what we hoped to get from the weekend retreat.
“I’m Tabitha. I’m pansexual. My kink is cosplay. Meow,” Tabitha licked her paw. “And I hope to find a daddy or mommy looking for some pet play.”
I tried not to groan.
“Julius, like the orange. I’m bi. My kink is … well, I’ve never said it out loud before.”
“We’re an accepting group here, Julius,” Alli said.
“Okay,” he squirmed.
This was going to be good. What was it? Choke play, caning? Did Orange Julius like to pose as the naked model in the center of circle jerk scenes?
I glanced around the room as Julius turned clammy. What was I even doing here? I was wasting my time. I needed leading man material. There were no leading men among this table of freaks.
But just when I was about to abandon my kink-lings and drink my way to a block-the-writer's-block coma at the bar, a man taller than the door walked to the table and sat quietly across from me.
He possessed an energy that pulled the attention of every sexually fluid person within a fifteen-foot radius. He had that quality all male protagonists in romance novels had. Which meant that he was my perfect research subject. His arrival changed the entire mood. No one gave a shit about exploring Julius's niche kink anymore. All anyone cared about was finding out if they were this newcomer's type.
Finally, we had a genuine hot tamale at our table. Even the table leader couldn’t resist interrupting Julius's string of articles to find out more about our new guest.
“That’s okay, Julius. You’re welcome to share whenever you’re ready. Looks like we have a latecomer. Care to introduce yourself?” Alli said.
Julius retreated into his tortoise shell, never to emerge again.
“I’m Thomas,” the tall, dark, and handsome man said.
“I bet he always comes late,” Tabitha said.
The table erupted in giggles.
“Okay, folks, settle down,” Alli said, barely able to suppress her own chortles. “How about your orientation, kink, purpose for being here, Thomas?”
“Guess I never thought about my orientation. I’m fine with whatever if it’s consensual. Don’t know what the word is for that these days. My kink? Let’s just say, I’m not shy. What I’m looking for this weekend?” He shrugged, “I'll know it when I find it.”
"Hi there, daddy," Tabitha said, purring in her chair.
She was quite talented at purring. Thomas ignored her.
“Okay, then. Let’s jump back across the table where we left off,” Alli said.
“I think it’s you,” Julius whispered to me.
“I'm Lacey Lorey. I guess you could say I'm a bibliophile. I write erotic romance novels. I'm only here to observe and to eat good watermelon. I could really go for some good watermelon.”
Thomas honed in on me with his razor sharp focus.
"I write a little fan fic myself," Tabitha said, trying to steal my thunder.
“You any good?” Thomas asked me.
“At observing? I've had some experience."
"No, at writing erotic romance."
"That depends how you define good.”
“Is watermelon a euphemism? I haven’t heard of that kink,” Julius said, and I’m sure he’d Googled them all.
“Isn’t a bibliophile someone that loves books?” Alli asked.
“You mean ‘loves’ books?” Chris, a self-proclaimed scat-king, asked.
“I don’t fuck books. I often make people fuck in my books, but that’s the extent of it.”
Thomas pulled his chair closer to the table. His legs were so long, they wrapped around mine.
“Do your stories turn people on?” he asked.
“I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching someone read one to find out definitively.”
“Seems like important data for you to have.”
“Sure, though I don’t know how to collect it.”
“Come to my room tonight, and I’ll help you collect some data.”
“You could read me a bedtime story,” he smirked.
My core temperature rose by three degrees.
“Oh. My. God. Just bend her over the table and fuck her already,” Tabitha blurted out.
Nervous giggles rose. Thomas smirked.
“If that's what you'd prefer,” Thomas said.
Tabitha fake-fainted in her chair.
Everyone was waiting for my response, judging me, trying to decipher if I was worthy of this man's attention. I wouldn't back down from a challenge.
“Perhaps we should save the table fucking for after your bedtime story,” I said.
He slid his key card into my hand and stood to leave.
“We haven’t finished introductions yet,” Alli called.
Thomas turned and looked straight at me, “I already found who I'm looking for.”
* * *
AT 11p.m., I swiped the key card across Thomas’s door, clutching my tablet as I entered. The light was on, but the room was empty. What did I expect? A guy like Thomas probably gave out room keys to ten people before ending up in someone else's room and forgetting all about his earlier propositions. Or maybe he went to get ice.
I decided to give him a few minutes, but I was pretty confident I was being stood up. Confident enough that I didn't even feel guilty ordering three desserts off the room service menu and charging it to him. If Thomas didn't return by the time my dessert buffet arrived, I'd go.
I sat on the bed and waited. But I couldn't sit still for long. I was impatient, and I was curious. I opened the side table drawer. There was a bottle of water-based lube and a box of condoms and a sex position book resting on top of the Gideon's bible. I flipped through the book to the earmarked pages. I turned the book sideways, then upside down, twisting my head to understand the geometry of the lotus position.
The bathroom door clicked open and in walked Thomas wearing nothing but a towel. I squeaked in surprise and dropped the book.
“You came,” he said.
“Not yet,” I said, adjusting the black, plastic glasses on the bridge of my nose.
He smirked and walked to me. Thomas knelt to my feet and picked up the book. He turned it over to inspect what I was looking at.
"I didn't realize you were here," I said, blushing.
He flipped to another earmarked page and handed it back to me with a pose called "The Flying Circus."
"Where else would I be?"
"You didn't think you'd be eating those three desserts alone?"
I laughed nervously.
“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”
I pulled the fabric from my neck. I was wearing my cupcake printed, button-up pajamas.
“It’s a bit more material than I anticipated. Is all your sleepwear this modest?”
“I like the cupcake print. It non-verbally communicates that I’m cute and playful.”
“I hope your stories are hotter than your pajamas.”
“I can’t have my appearance skewing the data collection process.”
“You’re serious about this, then?”
“I thought it was a serious offer.”
“It was an open-ended proposition, Lacey.”
“If you want more than a bedtime story, I provide turndown service as well.”
“But will you leave a chocolate mint on my pillow like the sexy college hunk, Armando, at reception?”
“You make a fair point. But can Armando give you this?”
Thomas stood up and dropped his towel. He was sculpted and chiseled in all the right places. His cock hung long between his legs. Fuck, how big was he? Could I even take him, if I so chose? The pit of my stomach ached at the thought.
I looked away.
“I wouldn’t know. Me and Armando haven’t yet gotten to know one another on a cock to cunt basis.”
“Are you blushing, Lacey?”
“You could warn a lady before dropping your towel.”
“I didn’t realize my cock was so big it required warnings.”
“Well, it is.”
My face turned an even deeper shade of red.
“You can look at it, if you want, for your research.”
I glanced his way, slowly lowering my gaze.
“You already have a semi.”
I turned away and covered my face.
“I’m a little amped up. Don’t worry. It’ll go down. Probably. Especially if you plan to stay in those pajamas.”
“See? It’s working already.”
There was a knock at the door.
"That'll be dessert," Thomas said.
I popped off the bed and headed for the door.
“Maybe you should grab your briefs.”
“Suit yourself,” Thomas said, pulling on a pair.
The way his cock and balls were outlined in those tight, black briefs was just as graphic as if he wasn’t wearing anything.
I opened the door.
"Armando, I didn't know you delivered room service," I said.
"Lacey! I thought that was your voice on the phone." Armando blushed. "We're short-staffed tonight. Where do you want it?”
"Everywhere," I blurted out, "I mean, anywhere? Table? Or ..."
"I'll take it," Thomas said, stepping between me and Armando and taking the tray. Armando's eyes fell to Thomas's tight briefs. Thomas handed Armando a folded bill and kicked the door shut.
Thomas set the tray on the table and turned to me.
"Everywhere?" he said.
I swallowed as he stepped closer and ran his hand up the back of my neck, cupping my head in his oversized palms.
"I'm willing to share, Lacey, but I get the first bite. So tell me, where do you want me?"
“The bed,” I said.
Thomas lifted me up and twirled me around, laying me underneath him in such a smooth, quick motion that I could barely catch my breath.
“No, just you on the bed. I’ll sit in the chair over there,” I pointed across the room.
“I’ll let you sit in that chair on one condition, Lacey.”
Thomas hovered over me, his cock growing against my thigh.
“What’s your condition?”
“The pajamas have to go.”
He popped the first button of my pajama top.
“It’ll skew my data.”
“It’ll double your data. You observe my reaction, and I’ll observe yours. We can compare notes.”
“This study has all kinds of design flaws.”
He traced his tongue down my neck , along the top of my breasts.
“I don’t see a single flaw.”
I grabbed Thomas's face. He paused. I took a deep breath.
"You promise you'll let me sit on the seat if I take off my clothes?"
Thomas nodded, focusing on my hands as I undid the buttons on my pajama top. I peeled back the front panels of the top. He traced his hands above my skin, leaving a trail of body heat behind.
“It’s a sin to hide these curves in clothes.”
I pulled the bow loose from my pants and wiggled them down my legs until they fell to the floor.
"No underwear?" he smirked.
"I wasn't expecting ... I don't know what I was expecting. Now you're the one that's overdressed."
"I can fix that," he pulled his briefs down his ass.
"Wait," I grabbed his hand. "This is better."
I pulled his briefs back up his ass.
"Like this?" he rubbed his groin over my pubic bone.
My hips pivoted toward his cock even as I pushed his chest back.
"The way you respond to me is a big turn on, Lacey.”
"I'm not responding," I said.
He laughed, "Then I can't wait to see what you look like when you start."
“We made a deal, remember? No touching. Now, be a gentleman, and see me to my chair.”
“I didn’t agree to no touching. I said you could sit in that chair if you took off your clothes.”
“You like word games, don’t you?”
“Not as much as you, I'm sure.”
Thomas moved the chair beside the bed and scooped me off the mattress and sitting me in the chair.
He knelt to my feet and picked up my pajama pants.
“What are you doing, Thomas?”
“Making sure I can capture your reactions as well as you can capture mine. Any objections?”
“A few hesitations, perhaps.”
“I’m suddenly feeling very shy.”
Thomas spread my legs to the outside of the chair, fully exposing my cunt.
I shook my head.
“Christ, look at you.”
He tied my ankles to the legs of the chair with my pants.
“My book,” I said as he stood up.
Thomas handed me the tablet, then sat on the end of the bed. I tried to bury my nose in the book to avoid his gaze, but he grabbed the arms of the chair and slid it forward until we were knee to knee.
“That’s better. Now, begin,” he said.
I began James and Sarah’s story. As I neared the end of the first climax scene, Thomas’s cock was so hard, his briefs tented like a teepee, but he didn’t touch himself. I paused. He looked at me.
“Are you going to do something about that?” I motioned to his boner.
Every tight muscle in his body made me ache. The fantasies spinning in my head about Thomas could fill an entire series of books. I filed away my dirty thoughts for future solitary exploration.
“I like to take my time. Keep reading.”
I started reading the next chapter, glancing up between paragraphs, pausing just long enough to gauge his reaction without drawing his attention.
Thomas closed his eyes and slid his hand into his briefs as I built up the second steamy scene.
"So, am I any good?" I asked.
"Jesus. Don't stop."
Thomas slid his hand under the thin material of his briefs, squeezing and rolling his cock in his hand.
Thomas’s cock grew so large in my periphery that I lost my place on the page. He opened his eyes as he continued to stroke himself, catching my gaze. He moaned when our eyes met. A shallow whimper escaped my lips.
“Lacey,” he moaned.
“Sorry, I, um, where was I?”
I pressed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and glanced down the page, but I could hardly see the words. All I could see was Thomas’s slow stroke.
I looked at him.
"You can take the briefs off now if you want."
He smirked, "I wouldn't want to scare you."
"Take them off, Thomas."
He dropped the briefs down his legs. His foreskin was pulled taut beneath the head of his cock. Several drops glistened at the tip. I suppressed the urge to lean forward and roll my tongue over it.
“You're right here," Thomas said.
"You asked where you were. James had just gone to a BDSM club to try to forget about Sarah. But your head's not in the book, is it, Lacey? You're right here. Tell me what you're fantasizing about."
“I, um … the book, of course.”
I cleared my throat and looked at the page, wanting to bury my thoughts of Thomas. I kept reading, ignoring Thomas's question until the words on the page tripped my tongue.
"’I want you to watch my cock slide into your cunt,'” I read.
I looked at Thomas.
“How wet are you right now?” Thomas asked.
“I’m …" I slid the tablet in front of my pussy so he couldn't see. "I’m not.”
He reached forward, grabbing my tablet and setting it on the nightstand.
“Do you often lie?"
"I don't lie. I tell stories."
"You must be desperate to touch yourself.”
“This is research, that’s all.”
I gripped the armrests of the chair so tight my fingertips turned white as cream.
“Do you touch yourself when you’re writing?”
I stretched for the tablet but it was just out of reach.
“I should continue the story.”
“You don’t need the book. You wrote the book. Just tell me what happens.”
“Untie my legs, and I’ll tell you what happens.”
“Touch yourself, and I’ll untie your legs.”
I traced my trembling fingers up my thigh. I could feel the weight of Thomas's desire in my fingertips. I closed my eyes as I reached my outer lips.
"Look at my cock, Lacey," Thomas said.
I opened my eyes as I slid my hand between my legs and groaned in relief. Thomas's hips jutted up, his engorged cock thrusting toward me. I groaned and bent forward, sliding his cock deep down my throat as I pressed my fingers inside myself. I paused at the base of his cock and panted, letting his taste drip down my throat as my pussy pulsed around my fingers.
Thomas's cock was like a pacifier feeding the unrest in my stomach. He stroked my hair and slid my fingers from my pussy to his mouth. My tongue watered and rolled around his shaft as he sucked the excitement off my fingers.
He pulled back and lifted me off his cock. I couldn't hide my desire any more. I tried to go down again, but he held my shoulders back.
"I know, Lacey. I want it too. You have a golden fucking tongue. But do you know what gets me even hotter than your tongue?"
I shook my head.
"Your words. You might have the sexiest mind I've ever met."
Thomas slid to the floor. His chin hit the seat of the chair. He untied my ankles as he traced his nose up my inner thigh.
"The smell of you, Lacey, Christ. It's doing my head in."
I whimpered and squirmed on the seat.
"Tell me what happens next," he said.
“I believe you offered to fuck me over the table,” I said.
“Don’t give me the broad strokes. Give me the details. Be explicit.”
"This isn't one-sided, Thomas. What's your fantasy?"
"I want to carry this chair to the table and force you to eat the dessert you ordered while I eat you out."
I glanced at the wobbly, small dining table with the tray of desserts.
"I don't think you'll have to do a lot of forcing. I'll make you a deal. If you can make me orgasm before I've tried all three desserts, I'll let you fuck me over the table."
Thomas lifted the chair with me in it and carried it to the table. He crawled under the table and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Before I could even find a spoon, his tongue was on me. He cradled his hands under my ass and pulled my pussy to his face. Instead of going straight for my clit, he slid his tongue along my entrance, rolling dull steady pressure over my pussy as he flicked the tip of his tongue up my folds. I gripped the edge of the table as I came.
Thomas slid the chair back from the table and looked at me with a smile.
"I didn't even get a bite!" I protested.
He pulled the chair out from under me and bent my torso over the table, pressing his body against my back as one breast landed in the chocolate lava cake and the other in the strawberry shortcake. He scooped his finger through the cheesecake and lifted his finger to my mouth.
"A bite. I'm going to eat the rest off of you later."
I licked the cheesecake off his finger as he slid his cock against my back.
"Tell me how to fuck you," Thomas said.
"Just like this," I said.
"I want the details, Lacey. Don't be shy now."
“First, I want you to refuse to give me your cock. Slide your fingers into me, teasing me until I'm about to orgasm again. Then, when all my tissues are swollen and sensitive, I want you to thrust that Stonehenge of a cock into me and make me come.”
Thomas slid his fingers through my wet cunt, sliding his fingers deep inside of me.
“Like this?” he said.
I panted into his neck.
“I need you to stretch me with your fingers, Thomas. It’s the only way I’ll be able to take you rough.”
“You want it rough?”
Thomas slid three fingers inside, spreading them into a “W” as he worked his way into me. He stroked his cock along my back as he worked my pussy.
"Keep narrating, Lacey," Thomas panted.
I grabbed his hand and took it to my pussy. I guided two of his fingers inside.
“I'm soaked. Do you feel that?" I pressed his fingers hard into my walls. "And swollen." I pulled his fingers to my clit.
"As soon as you come, I'm going to flip you on your back and suck that nub until you're weeping nectar.”
My pussy started fluttering hard.
“You like it dirty too?"
"Come for me, and I’ll give you my cock.”
As soon as I started to come, Thomas pulled his hands away. I growled, feeling the loss of my orgasm as he withheld his touch.
Thomas ripped open a condom packet and slid the latex down quick. As soon as Thomas's cock lodged in my entrance, I started to come hard. He lifted my feet to his ass, pushing my full weight into the desserts on the table. He thrust through my spasming pussy to seat himself deep inside.
“Tell me what it feels like, Lacey.”
I couldn't speak, couldn't think, could only feel. He pulled out, cutting my orgasm short.
I groaned in frustration and grabbed his ass, pulling him back to my entrance.
"Give me your words, and I'll give you my cock."
"Give me your cock, and I'll give you my words."
"As you wish."
He slid slowly into me and held my hips firm against his body.
"Your turn," he licked the chocolate and whipped cream around my breasts.
I tried to move, to thrust, but he had me trapped between his cock and the table. I pulsed around his length, pulling his cock more rigid as my heart rate spiked.
"Thomas," I panted.
"I think I could stay completely still inside of you and you could make me come with your words alone."
"Is that a dare?"
His cock knocked against my inner wall.
"Tell me what it feels like to have me inside of you."
“Every nerve from my belly button to my asshole is tingling with your fullness. It feels like you’re stretching me unbearably wide in the most delightful way."
His hips jerked back and slammed into me.
"Fuck, I can't stay still after all."
I could feel it too, my words pulling Thomas to the hardest edge. I needed to push further, take him deeper.
"It feels like I’ll be empty forever after you pull out, like no one else will be able to fill me like you can.”
Thomas groaned and grunted as he seated himself all the way to the hilt until I lost all cognitive ability. Our orgasms rolled into one another until the table collapsed beneath us.
"You okay?" Thomas asked as we landed with a thud.
I laughed hysterically. Thomas turned me on my back and looked into my eyes with an intensity that shook through my core.
“I want your dirty mouth in my bed all weekend, Lacey. I want my cock inside you every minute for the next 48 hours.”
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I have other goals this weekend.”
“Good watermelon, I remember. I filled the entire fridge with watermelon this afternoon.”
"I also have to write. I have a deadline."
"You can write about it later. From now on, every time you write a dirty story, I want you to think of me."
"I write a lot of dirty stories, Thomas."
"I know. I've got my work cut out for me, but I'm up for the challenge."
Thomas licked his way down my body through the fields of chocolate and strawberry shortcake until he found the nectar between my legs.