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Major Arcana: sex, love, and Tarot

By FionnaGuillaume All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Erotica

Chapter 12: The Wheel of Fortune

Rosemary gasped as Josh slammed her from behind. Her hips banged painfully against the smooth white ceramic of the bathroom sink. She was holding onto the edge, steadying herself as he fucked her. It was thrilling, raw and animalistic; the kind of sex she needed right now. With every thrust, his balls whacked against her clit, leaving her whimpering with pleasure.

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Oh, yes!”

“Baby, I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to let you come.” He punctuated his words with sharp, forceful thrusts, holding her on the very edge of pleasure. “And then, when you can’t take any more, I’m gonna come all over your ass.”

It was dirty talk, and she loved it; Rosemary pressed back into him, urging him to take her harder, deeper. She was at the brink. The lightest touch on her clit would send her tumbling into orgasm, but Josh refused to give it to her. His stamina was amazing tonight, and Rosemary knew why. He was proving to her, once again, his unmatched skills as a lover. He was claiming her in the most visceral way possible. All because of what she’d told him.


They’d met for dinner on Wednesday night. A nice meal, friendly conversation, and enough smoldering looks to wet her panties. Rosemary indulged in a bit too much wine, hoping to dull her nervousness for the conversation she knew must come. Too much had happened with Fabricio for her to avoid telling Josh about him. They were more than just ‘art buddies,’ and she knew it. What they really were, of course, she had no idea.

“So,” Josh was saying, “I’d love to take you out for a whole weekend. There’s this place in Portland I think you’ll love.”

“What kind of place?”

A slow smile crept across Josh’s chiseled features. “A sexy place. With sexy people. And sexy things to do…”

“So, a sex club?”

He laughed, throwing back his head. Rosemary remembered in that instant how ridiculously good looking he was. For a moment she wondered what on Earth such a gorgeous man was doing with her. Then she thought back to their last meeting, and realized he must think she was pretty damn good looking, too.

“Yeah, I guess so. Although they call it a ‘social club.’ It’s amazing: likeminded people, great atmosphere… it’s the kind of place I love to go.” He turned his thrilling bright-blue eyes on her, cranking up the heat. “Won’t you come with me?”

“Well… sure, I guess I’ll give it a try. Only, I can’t this weekend.”

“Why not?”

“I, uh, already have a Saturday plan.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh? Do tell.”

“It’s with, um, my brother,” she began, feeling absurd. Why am I so nervous? Just come out with it! “And some friends.”

“Put it off till next week. There’s a special event in Portland this weekend, and we should be there.”

“Yeah, but I already kinda made a commitment.”

“I’m sure your brother wouldn’t mind.”

“No, but the other… friend… probably would. He deserves some of my time, too.”

Understanding dawned, and Josh slowly nodded his head. He took a long sip of his drink, holding her eyes the whole time. When he set down his beer glass and licked his lips, Rosemary knew something big was about to happen.

“You want to tell me more about this ‘friend?’”

“Well, we met at the SAM. He’s an art history major, so we do all sorts of geeky art stuff together. Museums, special expositions, that kind of thing.”

“…And?”

“And he’s kind of really interested in me,” she said, way too fast. “And I may be… interested in him too.”

“Are you sleeping with him?” The question was harsh, like Josh’s expression.

“No!”

“So why are you telling me about this guy?”

“I just… I didn’t know if we were exclusive, or what, and he’s a great guy, and you’re a great guy too, and I… I’m feeling kind of caught in the middle.” She heaved a sigh and drained the last of her wine. “I’m sorry,” she said heavily. “I should have told you sooner.”

Josh regarded her thoughtfully for a long moment. Then he reached out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, lifting her chin in his fingers afterwards, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“No. It’s okay that you didn’t tell me.” A naughty smile bloomed across his lips. “You’ve just given me a challenge. I have to prove how much better I can be, than him.”


She felt his dick growing inside her, knowing now it wouldn’t be long. Rosemary’s clit zinged insistently. Bracing her forearm against the sink, she freed one hand to reach between her legs. The moment her fingers brushed her swollen clit, she let out a little scream of relief. Her orgasm was close – and so was his.

With a grunt, Josh pulled out. He stripped off the condom and chucked it to the floor, taking his cock in his hand and jerking hard. Seconds later he bellowed, throwing back his head and groaning as he exploded onto her back. Rosemary let herself go, too, lending her cries to his, until they both slumped forward together. No doubt putting undue strain on the poor sink.

“That,” she gasped, “was amazing.”

“I know.” Josh chuckled, nibbling on her ear. “So, you’re definitely in for Portland?”

“Definitely.”

“Next weekend. We leave Saturday morning, spend the night, come back Sunday afternoon.”

Covered with sweat, sticky and hot from exertion, he pressed his body closer, kissing her neck, licking the salt from her skin. Rosemary felt his dick between her butt cheeks, still half-hard and slippery with semen. Sated from sex, her blood racing with passion, at that moment she couldn’t imagine anywhere she’d rather be. How strange, knowing that earlier that week, in the midst of her excitement applying for college, only Fabricio had been on her mind. So the Wheel of Fortune turns, she mused, thinking back to the card.

She’d drawn it this morning before work. The Wheel of Fortune looked like a compass, with arrows pointing all directions. A female sphinx sat atop it, perfectly balanced, looking straight out with cool, assessing eyes. All around the rim small monsters clung and fell, some pulled up, others tossed down by the turning of the wheel. I suppose that’s how fortune is, she thought, her sex-muddled brain skipping from one idea to another. One day Fabricio is on my mind, and Josh wipes it clean. This morning I was full of excitement to see him, and on Saturday I’ve got that awkward double-date to fret over. The wheel just turns and turns… but where will it stop?

Once they’d showered and dressed, Josh drove her home. It had been a long, emotional week – and it was only Wednesday! Back in her apartment Rosemary set the Tarot card on her bookshelf, gazing at it for several long moments. Of them all, the Wheel of Fortune reflected her feelings the most. It could turn any direction, any time. And all I can really do is hang on for the ride.

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