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While the two of you prattled on about the subtleties of Stella’s character that you had observed earlier that day over your weekly round of poker, you knew your evening would end this way.
Each miniscule observation was foreplay for Magda. There was nothing she loved more than getting to analyze and dissect someone or something new. She needed to be challenged. Her intelligence was wasted in Mystery Bay, and while she had acclimatized to living a slower life, you knew she was constantly thirsty for stimulation.
Living in a town that the world has forgotten when you don’’t forget anything is a gradual kind of torture.
Magda had read every book in the library. She had sketched Mystery Bay from every angle. Planted every seed or bulb she could get her hands on. Cooked every recipe in your small collection of cookbooks. It was rare for Magda to come across anything new. And every time she did, she became insatiable .
Magda slams the door behind her, and grabs your wrist as you walk into your home. You suppress a giggle as she spins you around and pulls you into her embrace.
“What?” she asks with an almost shy grin.
“Nothing,” you shake your head as you remove her sunglasses and hat.
You kiss her sweetly at first. You love teasing her just a little bit when she’s worked up like this. You giggle as she pries your lips apart with her tongue, and cup the back of her head with your hand. She’s so predictably desperate to be fucked any time a shred of excitement or novelty shakes up the day-to-day routine. You suspect that Magda isn’t even aware of her pattern, and you’ll never tell her. When you first began to notice, you considered talking about this sweet little tendency of hers. But you worried that if you pointed it out, maybe she would feel self conscious and stop. So you’ve kept her little kink a secret, just for you. She’s the smartest person in town – likely the smartest person in the country. Yet she still thinks she surprises you when she’s so desperate to come that she can’t wait until you make it to the bedroom.
She’s particularly needy today. After all, three new people arriving in Mystery Bay is just about the most exciting thing that’s happened in years. You break the kiss and focus your attention on the side of her neck. You hear the sound of her unbuckling her belt and unzipping her pants. You step back and look at her, and she’s even more beautiful now than the day you met. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is ragged. She yanks your hand and shoves it into her panties.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begs. The tips of your fingers are already wet with her arousal.
In the early days of your relationship, Magda told you about her many trysts with people around the world. Ambassadors, shopkeepers, husbands and housewives alike. Sometimes she even fucked her targets before taking them out. You asked her once how many people she had slept with. She couldn’t answer. When you saw the tilt of her head and the apologetic look in her eyes, you decided never to ask her again. For awhile, you were nervous that you wouldn’t measure up to the art dealer in Milan, or the fashion designer in Paris. But when she took you to bed for the first time, you could tell that she was nervous too. It was perplexing. You couldn’t understand how someone so sexually experienced could feel so nervous having sex with you . After all, she was a certifiable genius and a woman of the world. And you’re just…Heather. But when you made her come for the first time with your face buried between her legs, it clicked.
She may have had sex with more people than you’d ever known. But she had never made love before.
So when she begs for you to make her come, you give in. You kiss her slowly as you gather her essence on your fingers. She’s so wet that you shove three inside on the first thrust. She moans her pleasure and tangles her hand in your hair. She grips it tightly and cups your cheek with the other hand, kissing you as if she’ll never get to kiss you again. It doesn’t take long before you feel her squeeze your fingers, and she comes hard. She discards her pants and pushes you into the living room onto the couch. She rips your trousers away and buries her face between your thighs, licking and sucking without abandon. She knows how to play your body like a violin. When you come, she gives you a moment to catch your breath while she removes the rest of her clothing. She frees you of your jacket and jumper, and pulls you into the bedroom. She lies on her back, and you don’t need to say a word to understand what she wants. You straddle her face and bury your own in her hot, wet cunt. You love pleasuring each other like this, and you know Magda takes it as a challenge. Who can get the other one off first? She tends to win most of the time. You fervently suck on her clit as you grind your cunt against her lips, determined not to lose focus. But her tongue caresses your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and you feel her lips curve into a salacious smile as she claims her victory once again.