Pretty In Ink by Scott Hildreth

my personality wouldn’t allow it.
    After all, I’m Stevie Satterfield, and I’m a smart-assed bitch.
    As I felt his cock begin to slide inside of my throbbing pussy, I worked my feet from my heels and kicked them to the side.
    “Slipped on those heels earlier and fell on my ass,” I said through my clenched teeth.
    “Now fuck me this time, or lose me forever,” I growled.
    An hour and a half later, when he was done with me, he carried me to his room and carefully placed me in the master bath.
    Not because he was kind. He was kind, but that wasn’t the reason.
    I couldn’t walk.
    Or talk.
    Or feel my legs.
    And I loved him for it.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    WILSON
    I studied her for some time before she woke up. Seeing her sleeping was comforting, but I found the motionless pose strangely out of character for her. Stevie was an extremely animated and very energetic woman, and when she wasn’t moving, she was constantly speaking, giving her opinion or bringing up a new random topic to speak of. Seeing her lie still provided proof that although she lived her days more active than most, her nights were spent no differently than mine.
    “Did you sleep well?” I asked as she rolled to her side and opened her eyes.
    She nodded her head. “I did. You fucked me into a coma. Were you watching me sleep?”
    I closed my eyes, grinned, and nodded my head once.
    “That’s creepy,” she said.
    “What’s creepy about admiring a beautiful woman?” I asked.
    She situated the pillow behind her head and rubbed her eyes with the tips of her fingers.
    “Nothing as long as she’s not sleeping,” she said.
    I shook my head and rolled onto my back. I completely disagreed. Seeing her sleep was rewarding in many ways. Her face was unaltered by emotion, leaving her true beauty unchanged and natural; as God intended for it to be. She was certainly graced by the hand of the almighty himself when it came to natural beauty, and I had yet to see another woman who was capable of challenging her in that regard. In her state of slumber, she was simply breathtaking.
    Still lying flat on her back, she lifted the edge of the comforter until it was several inches higher than her chest and peered inside. “I’m naked?” she asked.
    I rolled to my side and nodded my head. “I carried you here after the bath.”
    “I don’t remember shit,” she said as she pulled the comforter tight to her chin.
    “You fell asleep fairly quickly,” I said.
    She closed her eyes and after a short moment, smiled. “I barely remember the bath. Bits and pieces. I gotta pee. Be back in a minute.”
    Completely naked, she walked to the bathroom. As she walked back to the bed, she did so without an ounce of expressed concern or embarrassment. I doubted many women would be completely comfortable walking around naked, but Stevie sure seemed to be.
    “Walking around yesterday in all of those high heels must have worn me out,” she said as she climbed under the comforter.
    I chuckled and rolled onto my back. “The high heels?”
    “Mmhhmm,” she responded.
    I turned my head to face her and grinned. “I think that smart mouth of yours might have got you into a little trouble last night.”
    “Smart mouth? Moi?” she responded.
    After a short moment of silent reflection I responded. “ Oui, vous êtes assez difficile à traiter à temps .” 
    She rolled to her side and stared. “You speak French?”
    I nodded my head. “I have to think about it, it’s been a while, but yes, I do.”
    “So if you didn’t go to Harvard, where did you go to school?” she asked.
    “Home schooled,” I responded.
    “Wow, smart parents, huh?” she said.
    “They’re not as intelligent as you may think. I must admit my father is, but my mother…”
    “Which one home schooled you?” she asked.
    “Neither,” I responded. “A woman named Claire. My parent’s didn’t seem to have the time or desire to be involved with my education.”
    “Oh. Sorry,” she