Our first author is none other than our resident Sci-Fi Goddess Kendrawriter. She will be setting the kinky scene that starts this sexy couple on this mind tingling sex-filled adventure.

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Day 1: Beginners

Tara's sleeping over

Meet me, Sun Dial, 8:30

Look good enough to eat

DON'T approach…

We're strangers tonight

Later, baby ; )

Rick re-read those six texts from his wife Michonne for the hundredth time since he got them that morning.

They conjured the kind of thoughts that had him on the edge of a heavy, unrelenting hard-on all day.

Now he stood in the elevator riding up to the circular rooftop bar that boasted a spectacular 360-degree view of Atlanta. It was just about a quarter past eight. His wife was waiting for him. Only, she wasn't supposed to be his wife tonight.

He was dressed well. He had run home to shower and change after work, greet and instruct the babysitter, kiss the kids, and rush back out again to make it into the city in time. His thick, dark hair was combed back, his curls floating over the collar of a dark gray Oxford shirt (Michonne liked this one; it made his eyes dance between different blues). It was tucked into light wool trousers the color of smoke, paired with a dark tie and matching vest. Of course, it was up to her to decide if he looked 'good enough to eat'.

He was intrigued. Excited. Maybe a little nervous. He didn't like walking into situations blind, but knowing Michonne there was something special waiting for him. He trusted her; loved her to the moon and back. So, here he was.

What little information he had resided in the texts she'd sent at the beginning of his shift back where they lived in King County that afternoon. A nice little surprise.

It had been in the back of his mind for a couple of weeks, now. The unofficial bet they made with each other the night of Maggie and Glenn Rhee's anniversary get-together.

Until he got those texts, they had yet to pull the trigger on it. Busy. Kids. Work. Much easier to just fuck whenever the mood struck. With them, that could be her ass in a pair of skimpy panties poking out from under her tee shirt while she lotioned up. Or a slow smile from him right before he stuck his head under the sink to see what the hell Judith had clogged it with again. This wasn't that, for sure. Whatever it was that triggered it for Michonne, tonight was the night they made things...entertaining.

At least, that was how their friends the Rhees had put it. A little new. A little risque. Why not?

"Are they…?" Rick watched his wife's eyes narrow to sharp slits as she zeroed in on something over his shoulder. Then her eyes went as wide as saucers.

"They what? Who?" He was slow to catch on, still tipping his beer back for another sip as he turned to see what she was gawking at.

He almost choked when he looked across the smoky dive at the other side of the long, dark bar. Their friend Maggie stood with her back to her husband Glenn's front. Her eyes were closed. His lips were pressed near her ear. He was whispering.

Rick and Michonne could not help staring at them in the dim light through the crowd of patrons. He lowered his beer as his sharp blue eyes observed Glenn's arm wrapped around his wife's slim waist. She was slowly rocking against him, just barely enough for anyone to notice in the faint light. His hand had disappeared below the bar. One of her hands was gripping the bar top, the other held onto his out of sight as he coaxed reactions that played across her pretty young face for anyone to see if they stared hard enough.

Rick found himself unconsciously leaning into Michonne's side, his hand absentmindedly coming to rest on the edge of her ass. He finished her thought for her, phantom twitches of arousal threatening to test the integrity of his jeans. "Are they doin' what I think they're…?"

Michonne stared across at them, huddled on the edge of the bar in the dark, getting off together in public.

"Yep." She couldn't look away. Rick looked down to see that she was transfixed. She tried to play it off as shock, or a little disapproval, but it was too late. He saw through it. "They really are. Wow."

Now she looked impressed at their nerve. The bartender didn't seem to notice or care.

Rick gave her ass a pat and then a slow squeeze, causing her to bump her hip into him as she continued to gawk at their friends. He turned back to see. Glenn had Maggie's black skirt hiked up, her panty line was visible. They were no longer attempting to hide what they were doing beyond using the shadowy atmosphere of the bar as flimsy cover while he pleasured her, planting kisses on her neck. And quite suddenly, Maggie began to shudder in her husband's embrace, utter bliss moving across her face with the shadows. He held her close while she convulsed, trying to stay her movements as much as possible. Wow was right.

"Well...it is their anniversary."

"Yeah, ya think?" Michonne scoffed, trying to remember when she had felt that bold about sex. She loved her husband and he could get her wet with a single look, but she couldn't remember the last time they had ever done something like...that.

Rick was staring at her, now, ideas dancing around in his head. Michonne unconsciously rubbed her ass into the palm of his hand, already making up her mind to corner Maggie and demand that she spill the tea on what the hell had gotten into her and Glenn.

Rick couldn't wait to see what kind of little show Michonne would give him before she let him approach her. He wished he knew more of the rules. How long he'd have to wait. How much he'd have to endure.

But there was no backing out now. He adjusted his tie, his eyes traveling his surroundings in search of her while taking in the beautifully lit bar-lounge.

The view of the city was spectacular. A velvet evening sky, inky blue and sparkling. Atlanta is a gorgeous town all lit up like this, Rick mused. He preferred small town life but he knew Michonne sometimes missed this sort of thing. Tonight he could see why. He was taking a liking to the atmosphere of the place already. The ambience from the scenery and the cool glow of the recessed lighting along the bar gave the dreamy impression that you were floating in the middle of the sky, the entire city laid open for you. At the same time, the minimalist decor and expensive leather lounge chairs sitting close to one another made it feel exclusive and intimate.

It felt very Michonne in here. Especially the view. Dark, mesmerizing, layered. A feast for the eyes, with so many details to pick out, zero in on, and get lost in. Rick relaxed.

A young, bright-eyed hostess came gliding up to him. "How many?"

"Just me," he answered politely, returning her smile.

"For dinner or the bar, sir?" Ooh, he's handsome, she thought as she took in his dazzling eyes, angular jaw, and sexy pink lips.

"I'll take a seat at the bar, thanks."

"Of course. Anywhere you like. Enjoy your evening."

She eyed him up and down with interest as she sashayed aside to let him pass, but Rick had already returned to surveying the area for Michonne. He didn't see any sign of her here, so he kept moving; a strolling silhouette against a metro skyline backdrop, stretched across a sea of darkening indigo.

Moody, bass-heavy blues thrummed through the speakers above him. He passed a scant few people sitting around at the tables or talking quietly at the marble, carousel-shaped bar.

Finally, he saw her. As he expected, Michonne looked amazing. Damn, baby, I see you don't plan on havin' any mercy on me tonight.

Rick slowed to a stop, remembering just in time to keep his distance as she'd instructed. Under normal circumstances, he would have his hands on her within seconds of greeting her; she was his beautiful, elegant, instantly enthralling wife. Tonight, though he needed to practice the self-discipline that won him Michonne's respect in the first place.

He clamped down on his excitement to see her and slipped into a seat just before the bend in the circular bar that revealed her to him. Keeping her just within his sights.

She wore her locs pinned to the side and flowing across one of her shoulders. Her amazing physique looked practically glued into a black bodycon dress with a lace-enclosed sweetheart neckline. The outline of her smooth, dark tits would be hard not to stare at from space. Her lips looked bare, but under the light he noticed the smallest hint of a matte pink glimmer.

She was glowing. She was smiling. She wasn't alone. Someone was sitting with her; they were talking. Rick could only make out the back of his head. He was a suit, wearing eyeglasses. Probably an attorney or other such corporate shill, from Rick's quick assessment.

Instant suspicion arose in him. This was not the show he'd been looking forward to.

Be careful what you wish for...

Michonne's gaze flickered her husband's way, registering his narrowed eyes before returning her attention to whoever the fuck it was chatting her up. She licked her pretty lips, melting the pink glimmer, and Rick recognized the familiar signs of flirtation in her posture and body language.

He sat there assessing the situation for a moment. Michonne looked damned good. If they'd been here together, he wouldn't be able to stop staring at or touching her. He could only imagine what some unknown element like this fucker was thinking about touching, or where his eyes were roaming. To top it off, she wasn't wearing her wedding ring.

"Annnd what can I get for you, sir?" The bartender's laid back greeting ripped through his focus on his wife apparently flirting with some stranger.

Rick turned to face the bar, anger warming his skin like a furnace on full blast. "Maker's. Neat."

Rick sat in the passenger seat as they drove back home, thinking.

They were both stuck on the unexpected visual of the Rhees fucking in public at their anniversary party.

Nor could Michonne shake her surprisingly strong fixation on the beautifully vulgar steel anal plug with the heart shaped blue jewel at its base that Maggie showed her on her cell phone in the ladies' room. The one her glowing friend claimed to be wearing tonight, the reason she was reduced to a "punch-drunk puddle" with some whispered words and the feel of her husband's fingers.

Rick couldn't get the boasting Glenn had done out of his head, either. The smug kid went on and on about how he and his wife had recently found themselves in a new community. Trying everything they fancied, having fun with it, letting go and enjoying each other. "I've never had so much sex in my life, dude." Glenn admitted, grinning and looking every bit a happy, satisfied, proud husband. "Maggie is…whew! Somethin' else. She ain't a church girl anymore, that's for sure. It's like whatever was holding us back before, it's totally gone. It's amazing."

"You shoulda heard Glenn." Rick scoffed now, even as he shifted in his seat, hopelessly trying to get comfortable around his belying hard-on. "He was talkin' like they discovered we've all been fuckin' the wrong way this whole time."

Michonne huffed and shook her head, totally empathizing with his annoyance. "Yeah, I know," she intoned, coming to a halt at a red light. "Maggie wasn't any better. She actually had pictures of this butt plug she was wearing - TMI, by the way, I didn't think I'd say after five years of friendship - like I've never been there or done that."

They would be home soon, but not soon enough. She squirmed in her seat. She'd been wet and aching for the last hour, her mind shifting in and out of fantasies involving her husband and maybe even that toy Maggie was showing off. Except maybe Michonne would go for something more her style. Something that would get Rick so turned on he'd fall to his knees at the sight of it.

"Wait, what?" Rick raised his eyebrows, his voice deepening as he turned to glare at her with shameless curiosity. "When have you ever worn a…?"

"Rick, focus."

"I am. When have you ever?" He demanded huskily. She felt his eyes on her as the light changed and she started driving again.

Michonne rolled hers, slightly embarrassed. "I-I didn't say I have, necessarily. Just that, of course I would if I felt like it. Being married with three kids doesn't make us sexual bores, that's all I meant."

Rick eyed his wife's attractive profile as the street lights were thrown across the fine slopes of her lips, neck, and collarbones. The thought of her, dripping wet with some dazzlingly erotic toy sitting snug between her flawless umber cheeks, her every movement making her pussy ooze even more, and all for him to play with later, pushed his dick to full, painful attention. "Would you? Really?"

"Why?" Michonne whispered. She glanced his way to see his moonlit eyes flashing at her with lust. His body language was nonchalant, his crooked grin even a little playful. But the heft pushing against the crotch of his jeans gave him away. The thought of it turned him on, big time."You don't think I would?"

"I think you'd be afraid of likin' it a little too much." He drawled. "You're judgin' Maggie now, but I think you'd be right there with her in a heartbeat."

"Look who's talking." She challenged.

"Oh, I know I'd enjoy it. Question is, how much of me can you handle?"

Michonne outright laughed at him. "Are you serious, sheriff?"

"Don't let the badge fool you. You'd be surprised how dirty your old man's mind can get, Michonne."

"Maybe you're the one who can't handle me, ever think of that?"

"Only one way to find out…"

"Fine. You're on."

"Okay...but I'm just sayin', it doesn't need to be like that with us. I'll fuck you anytime, anywhere, baby."

"Oh yeah? Good. Unzip your pants." Michonne pulled over, into the darkened lot of the dental office a mile from their house. She parked in the shadows, kicked off her shoes, and unzipped then tugged off her skirt and underwear while he eagerly freed his long, hard, pink dick from his jeans.

He was already reaching for her as she slid awkwardly across the center console, leaving a little wet spot as she went. Rick grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto his yearning length with a grunt as soon as she managed to get over to him in the passenger seat.

Michonne unbuttoned her blouse and he shoved aside her bra cups so he could suck on her perky brown tits as she began to ride him, pumping her round, heavy ass in his lap.

Sure, the thought of being naughty in public like a couple of kids turned them both on, but a nice hard, intense romp whenever the mood struck also did them just fine.

Rick watched Michonne indulge a stranger in conversation with a sexy, unbothered breeziness that was a little too convincing for his liking.

He could only make out snatches of conversation, but everything he heard made his jaw clamp down on his teeth and his fingers clench around his glass.

He couldn't help stealing glances at her. She blinked at him impassively whenever she caught him, her lashes hooding her gorgeous eyes. Rick gripped his glass, watching her uncross and recross her legs yet again. She looked positively radiant. She was glowing from the nerve of what she was doing, he could tell. He sat torn, wanting to watch her like this all night. Wanting to drag her away.

He wondered if she was wet. Rick felt his dick tugging on his self control; a jolt of desire at the realization that she was gracefully moving around on her seat because the thought of making him this jealous was turning her on. He was just about done when the band started testing the sound onstage, interrupting her conversation.

"Are those your friends over there?" He heard Michonne say, and his eyes cut across the room to notice a group of well-dressed people taking seats.

"That would be them." Of course this asshole sounded like he couldn't give a fuck about his friends. He sighed reluctantly. "I should go let them know I'm here. Don't go anywhere?"

"You know, I think I need to give my friend a quick call. See what's keeping him."

The stranger paused, took her hand, and gave Michonne a kiss on the knuckles. "It was really nice talking. I hope you stick around after the show."

"Maybe." She smiled prettily as he turned to stride across the room and join his friends. The lights dimmed. The band started.

Rick stood up, downing the rest of his drink and setting his glass on the bar with a hard, audible thud.

He gave Michonne one cutting glance before turning and taking a walk.

He was halfway across the bar in a few long, heated strides. The sky was black, now; his reflection ghosted across the cityscape as he moved. He knew she was following. She'd better be.

He roamed the halls looking for any signs that would give him a place to unleash away from prying eyes, his mind fixed on a single purpose. He ducked down a short stairwell and then a hallway labeled 'Employees Only'. He heard her heels coming down the stairs behind him, felt her eyes on him.

The live music followed them too, thumping and echoing all around them as Rick finally spotted what he was looking for. He made sure the coast was clear and waited.

Michonne rounded the corner. He smelled her before he saw her face. She was wearing his favorite perfume of hers, but after years of marriage, he also knew exactly what her sex smelled like when she was drenched. Even though he was irritated beyond belief, his dick felt heavy and rebellious; imprisoned; a loaded missile in search of a heated target. Thoughts of his wife and all the dirty things he'd been holding back from doing with her had been roaming through his mind all day. That energy still needed release.

He grabbed her and pulled her around the corner, his eyes pinning her to the wall. "Wait here, don't move."

Michonne didn't say a word. Her breasts heaved beneath the black lace of her bodice as Rick picked the lock on the door in front of them marked 'Lost and Found' and shoved it open with his boot to reveal a dark room full of shadows. He stepped aside for her. "Inside."

She walked inside and he followed, leaving the passionate guitar chords behind.

"What the hell was that, Michonne?" Rick charged roughly into the cluttered, dark space behind her, his eyes alight with agitation and revving quickly toward fully powered anger. "Do you know that prick?"

He closed her in so that she found herself nearly swallowed by a wall of coats. Yes, finally. She was so wet and ready. Her husband was radiating heat and masculine energy, filling up the space with it. The scent of stale coats, purses, shoes and other lost items was steadily being taken over by Rick and Michonne's arousal. Her sex clenched around the phantom feel of him, already tight and tortured from the little surprise she had waiting for him.

He grabbed her arm, putting instant, possessive pressure around her smooth, hot skin with a strong grip. "Answer me."

He was angry, but he was also leaning into her, breathing her in, and hardened to steel. That was part of his annoyance. Having to sit there watching her...the torture of it had settled into his bones and was coursing through his veins, right down to his dick. He thought of a dozen different negative words to say about that little 'show' she'd just given him; risky, devious, unfair, sordid; but he also couldn't help thinking of others. Exciting, mesmerizing, impressive, sexy as hell.

It didn't help him that she looked so fucking good. Good enough to eat.

"No, Rick. Of course not. I just met him tonight." She huffed, her pouty lips calling to his.

Rick pushed her up against the wall beneath a rack of coats that he shoved aside roughly. One of them dropped into a pillowed heap on the floor next to her stilettoed feet. He ignored the disturbance, studying as much of his wife's beautiful face as he could make out in the dim light. Her expression told him plain as day that she'd enjoyed every second of it. He was so hard he felt like he'd choke on how much he wanted to fuck her right now.

"Why? Are you jealous, baby?" Michonne found herself whispering bravely, twisting the knife.

He felt his dick respond to the faux innocence in her voice. He knew that she wanted him to be. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard her talk like this. He liked it. He let some of his anger subside, stepping even closer, disappearing yet more space between them. "What do you think?"

Michonne felt momentarily guilty for putting him through all that, but she hadn't been prepared for how exciting this was. She leaned a little further into him. His erection landed heavily against her hip, practically humming in his pants. She felt it. Her panties were ruined.

"I think I need to be punished..."

The sultry lilt to her voice turned him on something fierce. He agreed. Rick snaked his arm around to squeeze her ass through her skin-tight dress while he licked her pretty bottom lip into his mouth and sucked. Michonne looked and smelled so good, warm and sweet. After slowly sucking on her lip until her pinkish lip stain was practically gone, he let her go, whispering roughly against her mouth: "Take off your damn panties."

Michonne waited for him as he turned for a moment to lock the door behind him. There was a narrow window looking out into the hall, but it was dark and deserted down here and the band had just started their set.

Rick watched his wife now as she slowly pulled her little red panties from underneath her dress, down her thighs. He let his eyes fall to the soaked, sheer red fabric dropping to the floor. He knelt and grabbed her ankle, slipping them off her feet as she obediently raised them one by one for him.

He couldn't help staring down at what he could make out of them in the dim light. Every inch of what had been pressed against her sex was soaked through. The dainty fabric smelled so good, so potent with her juices, he had to resist pressing it to his nose and mouth to inhale like a drug. She'd never been so wet. Rick was feeling depraved, his mind zeroing in on a theory.

Rising to his feet, he found her smirking sexily in the dark. "You got somethin' for me?"

She nodded. Excitement tugged on his cock again. The music echoed behind him. Someone began to sing. The slow, rough, melodic voice carried the words down the hall to bounce off the coats haloing them.

Keep your hands offa my girl

She's mine, all mine, all mine

"Turn around."

Michonne obeyed, arching her back, offering her round ass to him, trapped in all that skintight black.

She heard him moving around behind her, but he didn't speak. The bass from the music thrummed inside her as she waited. Rick loosened his vest and stuffed her panties in his pocket. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She heard it clattering dully in the small, dark space.

Rick grabbed Michonne's wrists and lifted her hands above her head to press against the painted brick wall behind the coat rack. He stepped so far into her that his bulge was denting the meat of her ass, practically burning a hole in her clothes in the shape of a long, thick phallus. She gave a soft little gasp but didn't react in protest. He kissed and licked her neck, causing everything in her to tense with longing as he reached down to pull her dress up over her hips. Her bare ass was exposed to the room. Michonne's heart pounded and she panted, bouncing her thickness against him while he worked, his scratchy beard and hot breath stimulating the skin of her neck.

I love the way she walks, uh-huh, yeah

I love the way she talks, uh-huh, yeah

Slowly, Rick palmed her ass, squeezing it and kneading it before giving one cheek a hard, quick slap. The sound disappeared into the wall of coats. She hissed, feeling the sensation reverberating through her asshole to her clit, making her clench and swoon.

Rick smirked as he kissed his way down her back, sinking to his knees, eager to discover what she was hiding for him. He was so hard it was somewhat painful even with the temporary relief of having his pants unzipped. He ignored the discomfort as he found himself facing his wife's glorious bottom. He sent his thumbs between her thighs, kneading her flesh, leaning in to inhale her.

Michonne stiffened above him, wary of any foot traffic outside the door. When he spoke, she shivered from the feel of his breath on the back of her thighs. "Spread your legs."

She did as she was told, dripping, aching. His fingers slid around in her pearly nectar, traveling up from the split in her thighs, cradling the meat of her perfect ass. He parted her cheeks. Michonne moaned, leaning her face against her hand on the wall.

"Jesus, Michonne…" her husband uttered hoarsely, staring at the gleam of an onyx anal plug with a smooth, round ring at the base between her cheeks, just big enough to hook his finger in. This was what had her squirming around so much upstairs. Building up to this moment. Now her slick brown skin was frothy and glistening with precum, her pink clit peeking out at him from swollen lips, clenching with need in the dark. Fuck, this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"You like it, baby?" She moaned from above him while the music played. In response, Rick leaned forward and licked her with a slow groan. Michonne practically buckled to her knees as her husband pushed his hot lips against her wet pussy and licked her into his mouth. Thankfully he held her up, her cheeks open, making her dizzy with pleasure when his tongue brushed against her aching clit. He slapped her ass again and squeezed it hard, his tongue laving her pussy with relish, dipping hot and strong in and out of her dripping, unoccupied hole. She was going to cum. Holy hell, she was going to fucking cuu…

Rick stopped tongue-fucking her and leaned back, slapping her ass again, causing her mind to reel with pain and surprise. "Nah, you're not gettin' off that easy. Keep your hands against the wall."

Michonne whimpered. He stood up, wiping his glistening mouth, and tugged open his pants.

Keep your hands offa my girl

Oh, she don't belong to you

He pulled his dick from its prison, unable to control himself a second longer. His head was swollen purplish in the dark, his shaft veiny and stiff. Rick grabbed Michonne by the hips and rubbed his aching head along her dripping pussy, one of this thumbs stretching down to finger the black ring of the anal plug she still held inside her. She shivered and jumped against him.

Rick grabbed her by the hips, bringing her toward him, rubbing himself against her. He leaned in to grunt against her cheek, clawing at her meaty flesh, as he finally pushed into her tight hole. "You think it was nice, playin' with what's his face up there like that?"

He pounded into her and Michonne bit down on her own hand. She shook her head as pleasure went rocketing through her every nerve ending, radiating from her fraught, yearning pussy. The toy in her voluptuous ass made the invasion of his long, hard girth feel so good she was sure she only remained upright by the grace of his strength.

"Answer me, goddamn it." Rick began to work her, bouncing her against his him as he fucked her from behind, his growls sinking into the musty coats. "You think that was fair? Lookin so - ugh - fuckin good?"

He fingered the ring in her asshole and pounded into her extra hard, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and whine into her hand. She shook her head, muttering: "No...nooo, Rick!"

"Yeah, but you liked it, didn't you?" He kissed her cheek, eyeing her in the dark, sheathing himself in her hot, super tight canal over and over again behind closed doors that didn't belong to them.

He was so overcome with desire he had to concentrate not to explode. She was glued to him inside, pulsing and tensing around him, stroking his head with her walls, it was too much.

"I liked it!" She took over for him, riding him as her fingers dug futilely into the painted brick. "Mmm...I knew you were watching."

"You let that fuckin' asshole touch you, Michonne." He spanked her ass. She yelped and moaned. "You let him flirt with you right in front of me, fuck!" He growled and fucked her harder, faster, slapping and grabbing her, uncaring of the sound, the music swelling to an impassioned crescendo above their heads.

I love her, I love her, uh-huh, yeah

Keep your hands off…

I love her, I love her, uh-huh, yeah

She don't belong to you…

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oooh, daddy, I'm sorry!" Michonne slobbered against her wrist, right before he grabbed a handful of her locs and began to pound her harder. Sensation after sensation was shooting through her every crevice, from her over-stimulated holes to her swollen, tortured clit, bouncing off her nipples as they bounced off the cold brick, ricocheting from her ass cheeks and ringing from her spot as his big, hard dick stroked her deep inside over and over again.

"I don't wanna hear sorry." He was losing control. She was so fucking hot like this. It was going to his head - both of 'em.

Michonne instinctively knew what he wanted because she wanted it, too. It was going to push them both over the edge. "You know this pussy is yours, baby."

"Who's is it, Michonne?" Rick crushed his eyes shut and huffed against her cheek as he went for broke, stroking her like a drug addict, reaching down to play with her clit to bring her off with him. "Say it, baby."

"Yours! It's yours, Rick! Ohhhh gaaahhhhddd...yes, yes, yes, it's yours!"

She fell off a cliff, cumming all over him, throwing off his rhythm, pulling him behind her. Rick came hard inside her, holding her to him. They were both panting, breathing hard, and burning up, still thrusting slowly against each other to ride out their unreasonably intense bliss through to its very last wave.

When it was over, Rick released her and put his hands against the brick wall next to hers. Michonne felt him kissing her shoulder, wiggling his hips against hers, still snugly inside her. She laughed and winced, her body zinging with pleasure and tinges of exquisite pain. "Baby…" he breathed while the sound of thunderous applause rang out above them. "That was fuckin' phenomenal. But you don't need to torture me next time."

"Next time?" She raised an eyebrow at his sweaty forehead, unable to move from the wall, lest she drop.

He chuckled hoarsely in the dark. "Oh yeah. Hell fuckin' yeah there's gonna be a next time. Tomorrow night, as a matter of fact. Bring this." He caressed her plug and she moaned.

Song:

'Keep Your Hands Off Of Her', The Black Keys