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    Eyes on the Prize

    Jane Rizzoli walked into the luxurious Beacon Hill house that she might as well call home and was greeted by the sounds of sex. Not just any sex, no. This was the sound of two women deep in the throws of passion. Fear and jealousy twisted her gut as she kicked her boots into the cupboard and strode purposefully into the living area.

    The drapes were closed and candlelight danced around the room, throwing odd shadows that distracted Jane from her target. As she entered the room fully, the sight that greeted her sent yet another sensation rocketing through Jane’s body, this one much more pleasurable.

    Dr Maura Isles, The Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, her best friend of many a year and lover of almost one, was lying on the sofa, her mouth open just enough for a talented pink tongue to moisten plump lips. Jane’s eyes flicked to the television where reruns of the L Word were, apparently, driving Maura into a sapphic frenzy.

    Her hands toyed over her chest, her firm breasts heaving as her delicate fingers teased her nipples into hard peaks. Oblivious to her audience, Maura wasted no time dipping her right hand between her legs, her fingers immediately coated in her arousal.

    Jane swallowed thickly as she watched Maura’s hands tease and explore her slick folds. She bit her lip as Maura inhale sharply when she pushed two fingers inside herself, her hips rocking up to match her own motions. Unconsciously, Jane’s hips rocked in time with Maura’s; their bodies so in tune, that even with the barriers of both distance and her own clothing, Jane could almost feel the silky smoothness of Maura’s skin against her own.

    ”Oh Jane…” Maura’s breathy sigh made Jane’s knees weak and she reached out for the wall to steady herself. With her other hand covering her mouth, Jane caught her breath as her tongue darted out, tracing patterns over the delicate pink scar on her palm. She watched in aroused awe as Maura’s hand moved faster and faster, her chest heaving with each thrust. Jane’s name tumbling often from her lips.

    Jane bit down hard on her fingers as Maura arched from the sofa, her body almost hanging in space for mere seconds before collapsing back onto the cushions, a satisfied sigh escaping her.

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    Comments

    1. I came back to visit the site, and I was pleasantly surprised by this story. I love the PWP style of the piece, and how dominantly you paint Maura here. She has always been a very interesting character to me, and I love how you provided glimpses of humor within this erotica short piece.
      Well done.

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