Forty-five minutes later we have a spread of food laid out before us and a movie playing on the TV. We eat and chat, and when we’re finished, I stand up. “I’m gonna go slip into something more comfortable,” I say, gesturing to my bags which were brought up shortly after my arrival. “Your ensemble looks more cozy than my traveling clothes, which I have apparently been wearing since yesterday.”
Ava laughs. “Go for it.”
I come back out a few minutes later having freshened up, wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts, my standard “lounging around the hotel room” clothes. Ava has cleared a spot for me on the couch and I flop down next to her, holding my arm out for her to get under, which she does. She snuggles up to my chest and curls up against me and we watch the movie for awhile. I gently stroke her back and play with her hair, trying to help her feel safe.
I begin to suspect she’s fallen asleep, and sure enough, she’s out hard. I’m tired as well after traveling so I shut off the TV and start to drift.
When I wake up a few minutes later, neck at an odd angle and legs dying to stretch out, I gently squeeze her shoulders. “Let’s go to bed,” I say, and she stirs slightly.
We stand slowly and move to the bedroom. There is some brushing of teeth and toilet flushing, and then we are standing on either side of the bed.
“So…” I say.
“I, uh…” she begins at the same time.
We laugh.
“Honestly,” she says, “I usually sleep naked.”
“Me too.”
“That doesn’t have to be weird, right?” she asks.
“Nothing we haven’t already seen,” I say.
Ava pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts, and as she pulls down her sweats I shuck off my shorts and shirt as well. My eyes are drawn to her nakedness as hers are to mine, and my erection of course reveals any secrets about my interest in her. We pull down the covers and get in bed. I lay my arm out and she snuggles up next to me, her breasts pushing into my ribcage, putting her thigh over mine and her head on my shoulder. My arm goes around her and rests on her hip, and she wraps a hand lightly around my dick.
“Is that okay?” she says softly.
“Yeah,” I say, stretching and relishing the feeling of her fingers.
“It’s okay if I don’t... go further?”
“Absolutely. As long as you don’t mind it being hard. My body wants it but my mind wants to sleep.”
“Okay,” she says in a small voice. “Thank you.”
I kiss her on the top of her head again.
“Goodnight, Ava.”
“Goodnight, Jack. Thank you for being here.”
She drifts off quickly, her breathing becoming deep and regular. Occasionally she twitches a bit in her sleep, causing her fingers to move slightly or squeeze together. As I doze, those moments wake me with little buzzers of erotic pleasure, pulling me from sleep slightly and making me feel oddly pampered. I sleep and I dream of being a king with a royal cock-holder, a beautiful damsel from the kingdom whose job it is simply to hold the royal prick while I sleep. In my dream, that particular relationship is platonic, and when it’s time to be satisfied I ring a bell and a consort comes into the bed to deal with the reality of the erection. The royal cock-holder looks a lot like Ava, and the consort looks like Kate Caldwell. As the consort slides under the blankets to get down to business I wake up, irritated that I didn’t get to see the dream through. The bed next to me is empty though the sun has yet to rise, and I sit up and look around the room. I hear a sniffle and my brain wakes up completely. Ava is curled up on the floor naked by the side of the bed. I roll over and reach down to brush her shoulder.
“Ava,” I whisper. “Come up here, sweetie.”
She doesn’t respond and I realize she’s asleep, having some sort of bad dream.
“Ava,” I say more loudly, shaking her shoulder a little more firmly. “Ava. Wake up.”
No response. Knowing how violent night terrors can be, I decide to play it safe. I turn on one of the bedside lamps and gather the comforter and a couple of pillows in my arms and lay down on the carpet next to her. I carefully slip a pillow under her head and gently spoon up behind her and put the blankets over us, annoyed that my erection is still present and pressing against her butt cheeks, willing it to go away unsuccessfully. But after a few minutes she relaxes and starts breathing regularly again, so I consider it a success. I think I’ll be awake a long time after this, but the next thing I remember there’s dawn light streaming in through the windows and I open my eyes to see Ava’s face looking at me from a few inches away.
Her hair is pulled back so I can see her face and she is looking at me steadily.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning,” she whispers. “You came and found me.”
“You were having a nightmare but I couldn’t wake you,” I say.
“So you slept on the floor with me so I’d feel safe.”
I nod. “It worked. You calmed right down.”
“Of course it worked,” she said. “You make me feel safe. Your manhood makes me feel safe.”
It’s then that I realize she’s laying quite close to me and my penis is erect, sandwiched against her stomach. I don’t have a response for her, so I say nothing.
“I want to make you feel good,” she says.
“You don’t owe me anything,” I reply.
“Not as payment,” she says. “Because you make me feel good. I want you to feel like I feel. And it just so happens that you taught me how to do that.”
I smile. “Okay. If you feel good about it.”
“Do you feel good about it?” she asks with a slight trepidation.
“I feel great about it,” I say. “I’m here for what you need. That’s why I got on a plane, with Charlotte’s blessing, by the way.”
Ava drops her eyes. “I need to call her.”
“She’s good,” I say. “She knows you pretty well and loves you. She knows you’ll talk when you’re ready.”
Ava looks back up at me. “Will you take a shower with me?”
I nod and smile.
The shower is spacious with three gold shower heads dispensing water from three different directions. We turn them all on and step in, and the sight of the rivulets of water coursing down her tall, slender frame is incredibly arousing. She lets her hair down and shakes it out under the water, flipping it back over her head when she’s done. Always a tit man, I can’t help but stare at the way her breasts move and shake as she does these things, and she sees me watching and smiles.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be,” she says.
“You’re just so... gah,” I say.
“That’s a new one,” she giggles.
“Sexy just doesn’t come close,” I say. “It’s so much more than that.”
Ava kneels down in front of me and I adjust the nozzles so none are spraying on her face. “How much more?” she asks, looking up at me with wide eyes as she takes my cock in her hands.
I groan and she takes my cock into her mouth slowly, swirling her tongue around the head and stroking it slowly with both hands. “I want to make you feel good,” she says, slipping it out and jerking it rather quickly. “I want to make you cum and take care of you.”
She starts to give me what I can only describe as a very tender blowjob. It is gentle, mostly suckling on the head while her hands stroke the shaft. There is no lust or urgency, and it’s almost like she’s making love to me with just her mouth. The superstar isn’t here. The girl who is kneeling before me is just a girl, and I’m just a boy, and she wants to make me feel good. It feels like she’s drawing my orgasm out, not from my cock or my balls or even my groin, but rather from a secret corner of my soul. I know that might sound silly, but that’s how it feels. I feel an orgasm coming that is more emotional than physical, and as she looks into my eyes I know it’s going to be a big one.
“I’m gonna cum, Ava,” I say. “It’s gonna be a lot— oh!”
Ava pulls my cock out of her mouth and rests it against her cheek and I feel an energy gathering from each of my limbs and flowing to my center, a flash of heat and electricity deep in my gut, and then the cum starts to flow. It gushes out onto her cheek as she strokes and draws my cock across her face and lips. Cum covers her lips and then her other cheek as she opens her mouth and looks up at me with arousal and satisfaction. She slides my cock across her forehead and paints herself with my seed, then back across her cheeks again as I keep cumming, moaning softly and bucking my hips gently.
“Ohhh, Ava,” I say, bracing an arm on the wall as she continues to stroke me, pouting her lips out and rubbing my cockhead against them, coating them in sticky white cum, which I see her tongue flit out to sample time and again. She leans back into the spray from the shower and the hot water mingles with the cum to wash it off her face. She leaves her hand on my shaft until my cock stops twitching, then leans forward and sucks it clean.
“Wow,” I say, trying not to fall down. “Wow.”
Ava smiles, still rinsing her face under the hot water. “Good,” she says.
We finish showering and order some breakfast.
“I’ve got to get my game face on now,” she says apologetically. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do the show tonight, but thanks to you I will.”
“That’s great,” I say. I hadn’t realized just how dire things were. “I’m really glad to hear that.”
“I’ve got a routine, though,” she says. “It’s nothing personal. Would you mind if I did my thing today?”
“Not at all. I can go exploring and occupy myself. I’ve never been to Sweden.”
“Do you want to come to the show tonight?” she asks, not making eye contact for the first time.
“Oh,” I say, knowing there’s only one right answer. “Yes, definitely.”
She smiles and looks up at me. “I can get you pretty good tickets. I know a gal.”
I snort a laugh and she laughs too.
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My legs aren’t getting tired… but I’ve been running through your mind all night ❤️🔥
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Stockholm 🤍 2.7.3
Once upon a time in an enchanted forest there lived three beautiful maidens named Lucy, Kate, and Charlotte. They were each very comely and fine, each bustier than the last, and all three had lived together in the woods as long as they could remember. They liked to walk in the forest each day, arm in arm, to gather berries and nuts and mushrooms and anything else they could find. Once they had found a most handsome and comely mushroom, and when they had licked it and sucked it and held it tightly, it gave them gallons of the most delicious, hot, sticky cream.
Sanctified Volume II • Index
We wanted to consume works that were extremely arousing, but not dark and forbidden. We wanted an engaging story, but not drama. We wanted characters with personalities… not blow-up dolls with an auto-play track. So, we wrote Sanctified...😘
About the Author • Index
Personal essays about my journey as a trauma survivor cultivating my life through subconscious work, embracing intimacy as an instrument for healing, and writing an epically erotic romance novel along the way.
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Sanctified is a sweeping serial romance of epic proportions. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for your support!
Really enjoying the emotional sweetness.