Before the Ball

Some might find this piece upsetting – or at least poignant – but it’s a reality many people are living for the sake of their friends, family, and ‘les convenances’.

In the long run, which will cause less pain to all parties involved – a pleasant fiction, or the truth? -X

“Darling, Cheryl and Bill are here!”

Expensive fabric rustled as he let them in. Cheryl’s perfume made his cock twitch, and he felt instantly guilty.

“What do you say, Chet?” Bill gave him an exaggerated bear hug. His breath smelled of Glenlivet. They heard the limo driver turn the engine off outside.

“Okay, let’s have it. Where’s the flask?” Chet said. Bill waved it at him and started walking toward the study.

“Got any of those Cubans? It might be a while, you know their ritual…”

The men’s voices faded as Cheryl climbed up the stairs. Her beaded stole hissed to the floor as she walked to Chet and Karin’s bedroom. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knocked.

“Come in, honey.”

The very sound of her voice made her tighten with anticipation. When she entered, Karin was languidly dusting powder on her face. As usual, she looked effortlessly exquisite. Even after 20 years, she would always be the Homecoming Queen to Cheryl. Karin studied Cheryl’s reflection in her vanity and her blue pupils dilated. The tops of Cheryl’s big, firm breasts and her shoulders were covered in a fine dusting of opalescent powder. The slit in her gown was high enough for her to see the golden inside of her thigh. The door clicked closed behind her.

“Ready for your big speech?” Cheryl’s mouth moved independent of her thoughts – she didn’t give a damn about “philanthropist Karin”. She threw her clutch on the big, cold bed. Karin dropped the brush and walked in front of the three-way mirror in her walk-in closet. Cheryl followed and closed the door behind her. Her hands were shaking.

When she turned around, Karin’s robe was already pooled around her feet. She wore heels and stockings so sheer that she could still see the freckles on her long legs. The silky nest of auburn hair crackled against the alabaster skin between her legs , and her small breasts were still as perky as when she’d first licked them.

“Fuck, Karin.” Cheryl’s lower lip wobbled with painful lust. She nearly tripped with her eagerness to fall into Karin’s arms. Cheryl’s hands went straight to her ass and squeezed hard enough to make Karin sigh. Cheryl’s lips burned to kiss her but her red lipstick would ruin their makeup and stain her pale skin. Karin pulled her gown up and straddled her  thigh. They both felt each other’s wetness at the same time and groaned.

“We really should do this more often,” Karin said as she reached into Cheryl’s panties and rubbed on her clit just the way she liked, right underneath the swollen bud. Her hand tightened on her ass hard enough to part her cheeks. Karin wanted to drop to her knees and bury her face between Cheryl’s tan thighs.

“You know the deal, baby. We promised… right?” Cheryl buried a pussy-wet finger into Karin’s asshole. Her heat nearly scalded her finger. Karin bucked into Cheryl’s thigh and nodded. The ostentatious diamond on her finger felt unbearably heavy. Cheryl reluctantly turned Karin and stood behind her so they both faced the mirror. Cheryl looked like her shadow, bright cedar to her ivory.

“Take off your shoes.” Karin was suddenly shorter than her. She  pulled up her gown above her hips and slid her leg between Karin’s. Cheryl looked at her long-time lover in the mirror as her blood ran mercifully, wonderfully hot in her veins; she lived a thousand years on the stolen moments when they could be together.

Karin’s narrow, ruffled cunt lips were as obscenely rose as her nipples and her cheeks. She pinched the firm skin inside Karin’s thighs. Touching her like that was more of a tease to her than it was to Karin. The smoky diamonds on her wrists shone wetly against Karin’s auburn pussy lips.

“Look at you…”


To be continued…

This is just a preview. If you’d like to read more, Erotikos is available now at Burning Book Press or Amazon!

Categories: Cheat, Consensual, Cum, Erotica, Hidden Sex, Lesbian, Short Story, XimenaTags: , , , , , , , , , ,


I undulate in your vision
A strange beauty
in a world of plastic, collagen and steel
The endearing oddball
the living, breathing Picasso that you want to figure out
but too afraid to venture into my penumbra
you cower at the gate, fingering the knob on the door to my most secret place
wishing you could find the courage to walk with me
love me, just as I am


    • ximenawrites

      Thanks, Phoenix :)

      I’m a terrible liar, so I’d never be able to do what either of those two women did. Just as soon as she walked into the room, everyone would know what I felt, paramour or not.

  1. Marie

    I have to say, my favorite part was the ending with the men talking. I think it’s because it makes the characters more real and I really feel for them.

    • ximenawrites

      And the pendulum silently counts out the wasted seconds…

      That little conversation was the best part of the story for me.

  2. Beautiful. The theme of illicit relations between couples chimes nicely with the story I’m currently working on, which I’m hoping to post in the next few weeks, so it was interesting to see your take. Kudos too for the Vanessa Williams pic – those were the days!

    • ximenawrites

      Chet was so guilty at being attracted to Cheryl. If he only knew what was going on in his own bedroom.

  3. vanillamom

    This was a delicious feast…the pix, the storyline…the crisp way you captured the frenzy of stolen moments…since i’m the queen of stolen moments with my Master? this resonated for me …

    (and yes, the convo at the end solidified it for me..two guys who don’t really even *like* each other that much…but get along for the sake of their wives “friendship”…a perfect little twist, and so well done)


    • The Waiting Patient

      You put the best words to your comments, Nilla! You make me think harder for something to say!

      Ximena, that was beautiful, and so sympathetically frustrating! I felt like they must long for high school life again, to have the excuse of ‘sleepovers’ and other nights together

    • I love period pieces, too. My guilty pleasure is reading Regency romances. When I first started reading them, I was surprised some authors write very erotic sex scenes. With the social rules of the upper class (ton and Peers), it was really a whole other world. What period are you interested in?

    • ximenawrites

      Victorian. All the sensuality bubbling underneath the prim, proper surface fascinated me from the get-go.

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