The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts Read Online Free

about being “rogered” as they say.  I do love the Brits; they’re a colorful lot.
    I offer Lizzy the wrapped box, which she opens with child-like enthusiasm. Gold paper is ripped, the lid lifted quickly and tossed aside revealing a large glass dildo.  The device is adorned with textured swirls and nubs of many colors.  Seeing it at the store, it reminded me of her desk, which was a gift from Cheryl.  The wide smile tells me she approves.
    “Remember the rules?”  Those rules being no licking, sucking, kissing, or fucking the doxy.  This scene is solely about pleasuring Lizzy.  The standards are at Cheryl’s request, and in her absence I make a point to honor them.
    Lizzy bobs her head, already pulling her tee shirt off, unzipping her jeans. 
    Stepping from my heels, I remove my skirt and blouse so as not to wrinkle them, leaving me in my lace bra, Jackson-damp panties, and hose secured by garters.  Warpaint continues to ooze through the speakers.  I reach in my purse for a kit; retrieve a strawberry flavored dam and a little bubble of lube. Lizzy is already completely naked and lying on her back on a blanket she’s laid over the floor.
    She has a lovely body, all creamy white skin and pert pink nipples, one of which sports a small gold hoop.  A strip of dark hair is all that remains of her shaved pubes. 
    The tools are set to the side for a moment, and I kneel between her bent legs so I can worship her breasts.  Nails drag along her skin, and she closes her eyes, imagining they belong to her lover, I’m sure.
    “More.”
    My palms traverse her stomach, cup her breasts, squeeze and knead them before I descend on the left, drawing the nipple into my mouth.
    Lizzy squirms beneath me, rubbing her body catlike against mine.  I lick the valley between her full orbs, the pulse of her heart pounding against my tongue, before kissing my way over to the other erect tip.  This one has the ring, and I know she loves when I toy with it. 
    With the wet tip of my tongue I outline the peak, flick over it quickly.  She gasps at the heightened sensation, arching her back when I pull the ring into my mouth and tug.  I keep at it with that one nipple, biting and sucking and licking, the point darkening to a flushed rose.  All the while my other hand torments the opposite tip, rolling it between my thumb and fingers, pinching it hard, twisting. 
    Lizzy is one of those people that can get o ff with just nipple stimulation. Lucky girl.  Her fingers stab into my hair, keeping my head locked on her breast.
    Her body shakes, a subtle buzz that grows in intensity the longer I lave her soft tits. She whimpers, mumbles something incoherent, and then starts to spasm as the first waves of pleasure crash down on her.
    I don’t let it subside; allow my loose hair to trail over her sensitive skin while I kiss my way down her warm belly.  One hand strokes up her thigh; the other locates the dam, sliding it over her dampening quim. 
    The heady smell of her sex is strong and arousing.  If Cheryl were here, she’d have buried her head between her woman’s legs and licked her to ecstasy.  In her absence I’ll make sure I’m a suitable substitute. 
    Through the thin latex Lizzy’s clit is responsive, and the lightest touch of my tongue to the swollen nub has her hips rolling, silently demanding firmer contact.
    I deny her, barely glance over her skin.  Sometimes the Queen must be made to wait.  It’s good for her constitution, reminds her to control her temper with her serfs—if only on Fridays.  Lizzy groans at my teasing, reaches down to force my head but I pull back before she connects.
    “Damn you, Roz.”  Without me touching her she grinds the air, impatient for more. “Damn, damn, damn you…”
    I grin, find the dildo and position it at her entrance.  Blue eyes dim with pleasure at the sight, and Lizzy wriggles to get it inside her.
    “Patience, your majesty.”
    “Now!”
    My hands are busy, one