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moments of her
life. She knew her friends and lovers were concerned about her, but
it was as if gauzy veil had been dropped between her and the rest
of the world. Life seemed without joy or purpose. She knew she was
going through the motions, faking pleasure and withdrawing into
herself.
    Then one day she made an appointment with a
new client. She’d lost a couple because of her lack of energy and
told herself to snap out of it or else she’d lose more. Brushing
her long black hair, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw
dark circles under her eyes. This would not do. Slapping on some
makeup, she vowed she’d get her life together.
    Her new client was a woman in her sixties.
Maya Andersen. A recently retired professional woman, she was
attractive and matter of fact, telling Ellen she had spent most of
her life working hard and had little time for intimate
relationships. At her age she felt she was too old to start dating
and anyway, didn’t want someone else in her life. She was tall and
lean with a sleek red bob and sharp blue eyes surrounded by fine
lines.
    As she talked, Ellen felt a quiver move
through her. Maya’s voice was rough and cigarette encrusted, both
sharp and deep.
    After Ellen fucked her, bringing her to a
screaming climax with her mouth and fingers, Maya asked her to
straddle her so she could caress Ellen’s breasts. She pulled and
pinched her nipples all the time telling Ellen how beautiful they
were and how she wanted to suck and nibble her.
    “ Is your cunt just as
beautiful? Let me see. Come up here,” she said, pulling Ellen up so
her cunt was over her face.
    “ Ah, yes,” she murmured.
“Dark pink and luscious. I could just gaze at you all
day.”
    Ellen’s heart pounded hard and her cunt
stretched and vibrated as Maya talked. She wanted to keep her
talking so she could feel her voice vibrate against her throbbing
clit and slide into her. When Maya pulled her down and took her
clit in her mouth, sucking and licking, Ellen fought her
disappointment and struggled to achieve a half hearted orgasm. She
moaned out her release and climbed off Maya when she was done.
    “ Not very satisfied were
you?” said Maya. “I guess that’s not surprising. I don’t pay you to
desire me after all.” Her smile was sad and a little wistful. Ellen
hesitated as she held her bra in her hand.
    “ It’s not that,” she
stammered, wondering if she could tell this woman what she wanted.
“Strangely enough I do want you, but not in the way you
think.”
     
     
    Ellen sat on the couch, her legs propped up
and open as Maya poured the honey over her breasts.
    “ Is this right?” Maya
asked.
    “ It’s perfect. Now the
book.”
    Maya picked up the book and then sat between
Ellen’s legs on a footstool. She started to read. Ellen could feel
Maya’s voice enter her and moved her fingers toward her cunt to
keep the words in.
    “ Can I do that?” Maya asked,
breaking off from her reading.
    Ellen hesitated, uncertain, but seeing the
look of avid desire on the other woman’s face, nodded.
    Maya slid two fingers into Ellen and started
a steady, rhythmical thrust. She held the book in her other hand
and started reading again. Wanting to weep with relief, Ellen felt
the warm vibration build and pulse within her.
    “ Yes,” she said.
“Yes.”
    “ And if I wish to pay her
out for something very dreadful – as may happen once or twice, when
we become to gladsome – I bring her to forgotten sadness, and to me
for cure of it, by the two words, ‘Lorna Doone.’”
     
     
     

Gardening with Grace
     
    Grace McLaren sat back on her haunches and
surveyed her garden. It looked good. Most of the beds were made and
filled with her favorite plants. The sky was blue, the air clear,
the sun a warm caress on her back. She gave a satisfied grunt as
she stood and stretched her arms, feeling a not unpleasant
stiffness in her muscles.
    Virtuous pain. It felt wonderful.
    She pulled off her gardening gloves and hat,
then