The sun had set on yet another gorgeous winter day. Molly Hunter had sat on the porch of her small Colorado home, watching the sky transform through a series of vibrant oranges, reds, and pinks, until, finally, the sun had completed it's descent behind the mountains. This time of year, those beautiful sunsets were the only real color anyone had to enjoy. Molly always made herself available to watch the changing skies with a mixture of awe and appreciation. For her, happiness could be found in just about anything, and right at that moment, there wasn't anywhere else she wanted to be.
Of course, she wouldn't have minded having someone to share such moments with.
Overall, for a woman in her mid-twenties, she was doing quite well with her life. She had an amazing job that she loved, working with children coming from unstable families. Her home was bought with her own money. She had a dog, Bennie, a golden retriever that really only ever retrieved her from sleep in the middle of the night. But, damn, she sure did love that furry little guy. How can you be upset at something that is quite literally over the moon every time you walk through the door? That thinks you are the queen of everything that is good in the world?
Even with that, though, she so often found herself longing for the closeness of a partner, for someone that, maybe, actually said out loud that they were happy you were home, instead of jumping on you, sharing their fur, and licking your face. If she were being completely honest, she was lonely. As a kid, her dream was to fall in love, find THE ONE, have kids, a home, a picket fence. As an adult, that dream seemed more like a fantasy. Well, at least she had the home - minus the picket fence - but, a home nonetheless. Plus, there was Bennie.. he was a bit like a child. But, in the end, there wasn't anyone she could share her life with.
It wasn't as if Molly hadn't dated, or had serious relationships. It was just that they never worked out. For a while, they'd be great, always with that period at the beginning where there was a fleeting thought of 'this could be it.' Later down the road, however, things always changed. At some point during the relationship, it would seem everything the other person did was an annoyance. She wouldn't consider herself picky, though, or the one at fault for the ending of these pairings. Okay, maybe partially at fault, but, honestly, sometimes they just weren't all that nice. Or sanitary. Or considerate. The list could go on, but needless to say, there was a reason those relationships didn't last more than 3 years, and only that long because she was just too nice to break the news until finally she literally couldn't take it anymore.
In the end, the life she'd envisioned as a child just was not looking as if it'd happen any time in her future. Molly'd all but given up on marriage. Besides, Bennie was good company.. and as far as sex went, orgasms were pretty damn amazing with her little silver bullet. She could have the fun without all the drama, right?
With a heavy sigh, she collected her blanket and coffee mug and headed inside, Bennie at her side, tail wagging. She felt her cell start to buzz in the pocket of her sweats and took it out.
'Damn.. here we go again...' she answered the phone. 'Hi, Mom! how are you?' All the false excitement she felt was forced through the stiff smile she now wore. It wasn't that she didn't love her mom, Shirley, she did with all her heart. It was just that, at this stage in her life, any phone calls Molly got from her were riddled with questions about settling down and giving her grandkids. Plus, on a side note, it irked Molly to no end that this often happened right after having deep thoughts about her own future. She was pretty sure her mom was somehow in her head.
'Oh, I'm fine, honey. Just checking up on you. You know how I worry with you living alone. I don't suppose you're seeing anyone since we last talked?' Shirley said, trying to make it sound offhand.
'Well, gee, mom, let's see. We spoke on the phone two weeks ago, and had lunch 3 days after that, so, no, not much has changed in my personal life since then,' she replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her answer.
'No need to get snippy with me, Mol. I can still take you over my knee -'
'No, you can't. I'm at least 2 and a quarter inches taller than you, and pretty sure I can run faster.'
They both laughed for a moment, then Shirley said, 'I really don't mean to be a pest, sweetie. I do honestly worry about you. No, before you start in on me, I am not insinuating that you can't take care of yourself, or that a man is the key to happiness. I am just saying that I know you, and I know that you certainly wouldn't mind having someone to share your life with. Not to mention, Valentine's Day is coming up..' See, thought Molly, she's in my head!
'Of course I do, mom. I just haven't met that person yet. And, really, I'm starting to wonder if I will. But, seriously, mom, I'm not unhappy! I love my life and have so many positive things going right now. Please, stop worrying.. you don't have any room left on your head for more grays.'
'Oh, shut up!' yelled Shirley good naturedly. They laughed again and, after a bit more small talk, said their goodbyes.
Molly's smile faded a bit as she ended the call. Maybe someday she'd meet that guy, the one that would sweep her off her feet, but, for now, there really was no reason to stress or dwell on it. Besides, she had a date that night.. with ice cream, the couch, and whatever was premiering on HBO that night. Being single wasn't that bad, at least she had sole possession of the remote control.
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Later, after a hot shower, Molly lie in bed, wide awake. No longer obsessing on her non existent love life, she instead sat going over that very explicit, hot, sexy love scene from the movie she'd just watched. Quite frankly, it had turned her on. A lot. She'd always been a very sexual person, open to new things, willing to experiment. If anyone were to ask her what she was 'into,' she wouldn't know how to answer. Her turn-ons covered every side of the broad sexual spectrum (with a few exceptions.) Right now, however, all she could think about was getting downright dirty with a hot, sexy man.
Molly closed her eyes and let her imagination do what it did best...
She was lying on the bed, her sheer negligee clinging to her breasts. The fireplace was ablaze to the left, illuminating her smooth, white legs. She ran her fingers down her neck, her breasts, her midsection, her inner thigh, moaning. Suddenly, her bedroom door burst open and he walked in. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest, covered in soft black hair.
'I was just thinking about you, if you couldn't tell,' she said softly, smiling.
'It looks like you started without me, lover. What should we do about that?' He replied, unbuttoning his pants.
She sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. He walked up and stood in front her. She looked up, eyes wide, but she felt no fear, only desire.
'I think I owe you an apology, sir.'
With that, she slid to her knees before him. He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her toward him. She placed her hands behind his hips and pulled him toward her as well, her mouth open and eager. His hard cock slid into her mouth, her lips closing on the shaft. She took him as deep as she could, felt the tip hit the back of her throat, sending a gush of excitement to her aching pussy. His rock hard cock slid in and out of her mouth as his hips moved back and forth. She lowered her right hand to finger herself, felt her wetness. Her hand was covered in it as she slid three fingers in and out of her rapidly.
Molly was fully naked in her bed by now, her fingers as deep inside her as she could get them, soaking wet. Her life-like dildo deep in her mouth as she imagined it was his. She removed her fingers and rubbed her clit, breathy, loud moans filling the room.
He slid out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Before she knew it, her negligee was in pieces on the floor, having been torn off.
'Get on your hands and knees,' he demanded.
She obliged. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind her. She leaned down onto her forearms, her ass in the air. He rubbed and massaged her ass cheeks as his cock slid between the valley between them, still wet from her mouth. Without warning, he slid into her, all the way, as deep as he could get it. Her moan was loud and her pussy instinctively tightened around him. He let out a loud groan as his head rolled back. He kept thrusting harder and harder, guiding her with his hands on her hips.
Molly shoved the dildo further into her pussy as she squeezed her hard nipple, she was so close to cumming. 'Please don't stop fucking me,' she moaned breathily.
