Picture Her As Me
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Vic and Blake sprawl across their bed, blindfolds tucked beside them. Nerves flutter, but excitement pulses louder. They know each other inside out—every move, every sigh—so the edge has worn thin. Today they want the shock of the new, so they’ve called in Kenzie, a stranger with eager hands and no script.
Vic lies back first. Kenzie slides a silk strip over her eyes, then leans in, warm breath skating along her throat. A single fingertip circles one nipple, slow, then fast, keeping Vic guessing. A warm tongue follows, flicking until Vic arches. Kenzie shifts, palms smoothing down Vic’s ribs, parting her thighs. Two wet fingers slip inside, curling with sudden, perfect pressure, pulling a sharp gasp from Vic’s lips.
Blake waits, breathing tight, until the same mouth finds her. Kenzie sucks Blake’s clit in one hard pull, then lets it go, teasing with barely-there licks. A thumb presses firm circles while two fingers fill her, pushing deep and retreating, never quite settling into rhythm. Each time Blake thinks she knows what’s next, Kenzie changes it—a bite on the inner thigh, a palm cupped over her heat, a sudden thrust that leaves her moaning.
They imagine each other’s hands, each other’s tongues, but the pretense cracks fast. Heat coils too tight; they need eyes. Blindfolds hit the floor. Light floods in. They catch sight of Kenzie—blonde, grinning, lips glossy—and pull her between them. Mouths trade open kisses. Fingers tangle in hair. Vic grinds against Kenzie’s thigh while Blake’s tongue traces wet lines down Kenzie’s spine. Sheets twist. Bodies slide. Three heartbeats race together, hungry for whatever comes next.













