🔞❄️🎂 “I know it’s supposed to be Dr. Zayne’s birthday tomorrow, but this gift is for you.” Tara handed me a black bag, winked, and ran away.
“Have fun on your vacation!!”
As soon as I got home from work, I opened the bag and was surprised to find two pairs of lingerie. My cheeks instantly flushed at the sight of the lightweight lace. Tara was really eager to help me feel more confident with Zayne. I lifted out the black lace bra and matching thong and tried them on in the bathroom.
The soft seamless edges and pretty detailed lace of the bra smoothed over my shape. The matching lace thong was surprisingly comfortable. Standing in front of the mirror, I felt a boost of confidence as I admired myself. I took out my phone, opened the camera, and took a few photos of myself in it, wondering what robe color might look nicest with it. I was so lost in the moment of looking at myself that I didn’t even notice Zayne peeking through the doorway. Only when I saw his reflection in the mirror did I quickly attempt to cover my chest with my left hand.
“You seemed so confident a moment ago, and now you’re acting all shy. It suits you well, my love. Is this your early birthday present for me?” He walked over and carefully took the phone from my hand.
“Do you want me to take more photos of you? Were you planning to send these to me?”
I couldn’t utter a single word in response. I was far too shy. He was supposed to see this tomorrow, not today. He stepped behind me and lifted my chin with his fingers so we both face the mirror. His right hand held up my phone, taking mirror pictures of us together while I wore the lingerie.
Click… click… All I could focus on was the faint shutter sounds as he rested his head against my neck and began pressing kisses there. I could feel how close he was, the warmth of him through only his pants.
His left hand carefully traced over the lace covering my breasts, moving from one side to the other. The thin fabric let me feel the warmth of his palm. Soft flutter of nerves and excitement rose in me. I reached up with both hands to unfasten the bra, but he grabs my hands to stop me.
“You put this lingerie on just to take it off right away? No. I want to acknowledge the thought and care you put into this. You really look lovely in it. I just want to stay close to you while you’re still wearing it.”
He placed my phone safely on the shelf in front of the mirror and lifted me onto the countertop. He slid the straps from my shoulders enough to bare my breasts and kissed me, his hands steadying my waist. I held onto his shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as our tongues met.
His soft moans mixed with mine, and I could already feel how wet I was through the lace thong. He drew back from the kiss, sank to his knees, gently moved the lace aside, and pressed the most devoted kisses against my cunt, almost like offering a loving prayer.
Our breaths grew loud and unsteady. All I could do was thread my fingers through his hair and whisper his name again and again as his tongue moved inside me.
“Fuck, Zayne… I’m close…”
“It’s alright, my good girl. Let go.”
I gestured for him to stand. His face was a little wet, his lips still glistening from my release. I carefully wiped his mouth with my hands and leaned in to give him a lingering kiss.
“How do you always make me feel so good,” I whispered, “when it should be your turn especially since it’s your birthday?”
“You already gave me the best favor and the sweetest gift,” he answered with a smile.
He walked over to retrieve my phone from the shelf and then noticed it was still recording. I quickly pressed the red button to stop it and lightly smacked his chest in a flustered panic.
“You sneaky thing!”
He just chuckled, took the phone from my hands, opened a private folder, and set a password. He transferred the photos of me in lingerie along with our little video and renamed the folder “For Zayne’s eyes only.”
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I sucked him deeper, slower, until the tension in his thighs told me he was close. Then I rose, straddled his lap, and shoved my panties aside. I sank down and took every inch of him. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, a shattered sound tearing from his chest as I began to move.
I rode him hard, grinding down, chasing the moment we had both starved for. His trembling hands found my waist, then gripped harder as if he were afraid I might vanish.
“How did you know?” he managed between broken breaths.
I leaned forward, nuzzling the side of his neck, speaking against his skin while I kept rolling my hips. “I read about you while I rummaged through his things when he left. Also, the way you move around me is different. You seem more eager and intense.”
“You must have been very lonely, Zayne,” I whispered against his ear.
“Watching us be happy in your dreams while you haunted him in his.”
He tried to kiss me–apologetic, desperate. I met him halfway, swallowing the sound of his guilt.
“It is not your fault,” I told him between kisses. “You are still my Zayne after all. I will choose you in every timeline. The only time I will let you be hard on yourself is when you are inside me. Understand?”
He nodded, brows furrowed, his hunger and longing pouring into every thrust and every trembling caress. We kissed like we were drowning, devouring each other’s moans until we were both drenched in each other’s releases. We stayed locked together, trembling and collapsed against the sofa, skin slick and hearts racing.
I traced the lines of his fingers with my own. He mirrored the motion, quiet and almost shy. He had made love to the girl from his dreams; I had soothed the longing that had hollowed his heart. He was still Zayne after all. That fact was enough for me after everything I had been through while he was away.
After a long moment I asked softly, “How much time do you have left here? Do I still get to have my Zayne back?” The question sounded ridiculous, but he seemed to understand what I meant.
“I don’t have much time,” he answered, voice low against my hair. “If you will allow me.. can you let me borrow more of yours? Your Zayne will probably find a way to fix the anomaly any time soon.”
I felt sad when he said those words. I only wished I had more time to get to know him, to make him feel that he is loved through every timeline. I lifted my head and met his gaze. A small, wicked smile curved my mouth.
“Wanna go for another round?”
He simply stood, gathered me into his arms, and carried me toward the bedroom. He was already hard again against my hip, already looking at me like a man who intended to spend every remaining second he had making up for several years of longing and yearning for the girl of his dreams.
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“Zayne?”
Outside my door stood the man who had left me almost a year ago for the Fractal Library. He was dressed in a thick black coat, face slightly flushed, breathing uneven as though he had been running–or as though something had been chasing him all this time.
“What happened?”
He stepped forward and pulled me into him so tightly the air left my lungs. His arms locked around my back, face buried against the side of my neck. His warm breath ghosted over my skin, the scrape of his stubble sent a sharp tingle racing down my spine.
I pushed him back just enough to cup his face in both hands, searching every inch of him for injury.
“I’m sorry I left you,” he rasped, voice rough. “If I were him, I wouldn’t even dare to leave you all alone.”
His gaze never left mine, as if I were the only solid thing in a world that kept shifting. When his palm came up to cradle my cheek, the calluses on his fingers rasped against my skin and sent sparks skittering through every nerve.
I rose onto my toes and kissed him. He pushed me inside, closed the door, and shoved me toward the sofa.
Unspoken questions rose in my mind–How are you here? Why do you look like this?–but the hunger between us was louder. His weight was already settling over me, solid and warm. I closed my eyes, waiting for another press of his mouth against mine. Instead, I felt the gentlest kiss against my forehead.
“You don’t know how much I’ve waited for this to happen.”
“I missed you too, Zayne.”
“Allow me to make up for the lost time we had.”
My body gave away the answer. The next kiss we shared was deeper, hungrier. He tasted me like a man reclaiming something stolen, exchanging tastes and saliva, stubble scraping the soft skin around my mouth until it stung in the sweetest way. His hands moved over my body roughly and urgently, his calloused palms dragging up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, fingers mapping every place he had known by heart.
I felt him harden against my thigh. The evidence of how desperately he wanted me made something fierce and possessive rise inside my chest. I used my strength to free myself from his embrace, then knelt between his knees and slightly spread his legs.
“Wait—”
I ignored him. I stroked his thick cock through the strained fabric of his underwear; precum had already darkened the cloth. Slow, deep moans left his throat as his head tipped back against the sofa.
“Jasmine…”
My suspicions hit me. He never called me Jasmine when we made love and I had heard him talk in his dreams about how he was often haunted by another version of himself. I had come across this many times. He would wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty but relieved because I was still by his side.
The head of his cock was already flushed and wet. I leaned in and kissed it, tasting salt and heat, not breaking eye contact so I could watch his reactions.
“Do you often jerk off to yourself while watching us do the things you wanted to do to me?”
“Do you want me so badly that you can’t help but envy the Zayne I currently have?”
Whatever answer he meant to give died the moment I took him into my mouth. I sank down, lips stretching around his thick, veiny girth, tongue swirling as my hand stroked him. His hips jerked uncontrollably, but I managed to pin his legs with the renewed strength I drew from his low, helpless moans.
Shake, swirl... and take a sip! 🫐💚 Valko’s Shimmering Blend 🍸🐺
Recipe:
⟡ 45 ml Gin (I recommend a soft citrus or floral gin)
⟡ 20 ml Blue Curaçao
⟡ 45 ml Pineapple Juice
⟡ 15 ml Lime Juice
⟡ 10 ml Simple Syrup
⟡ 15 ml Coconut Cream (optional)
⟡ Garnish with blueberry & pineapple
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Shake with ice, then double-strain into a chilled coupe or martini glass. Sugar rim if you’re like me, hehe.
Food Pairings: dark chocolate, coconut & lime 🍋🟩🍫🥥
🩷 I will thread actual (danger free) cocktails for each LI you can make yourself :) I have 10+ years in the barista and bartending industry, so I hope you like them if you try them!
⭐️ Please drink responsibly if you choose to try these! ⭐️
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HELLO I'M BACK
Long time no drawing!! Various things were happening, orgy drawing is also still happening but to tide you over here is a First Time Daddy Valko
(I don't want kids but I LOVE this trope so much)
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