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The Need

By: wildest1



He poured the warm oil across her shoulders and it slid down the curve towards the small of her back, drawn to the crease over her spine. Gooseflesh rose out of pure sensual bliss.

That and the thoughts that sliding oil inspired: What if his hands, now warm and large and resting over her shoulder blades, thumbs turned inward, were to continue downward, the thumbs meeting in the center, the hands coming together as her waist narrowed before....

She gasped involuntarily. Just thinking of the ride of his hands up, outward over the flaring swell of hips and ass, the thumbs still in that crease now deepening between the rounded globes, forcing them apart so that the oil now sluiced deeper, and she moaned without thought as its warm slick caress met her needing hole. 

She noticed the catch in his breath, and then realized self-consciously that she had moaned through the daydream. She checked her thoughts briefly. Briefly because he was too close, with his masculine scent, and his own breathing seeming to deepen. She thought she could almost feel the thump of his heart in the atmosphere surrounding them. The same pulse which would flow through his organ and spread outward from it into her flesh wherever he touched her with it. Oh, how she wanted to feel it forced deeply into her bowels, so far as to lift and push her forward off the table and still she wanted to grind back against it and intensify the tingling stretch of her sphincter around him, to deepen the pleasure of his flaring cockhead throbbing deep in her belly, growing with every thrust, sharp sensations of pleasure as he filled her, used his muscles to push into her.

Her muscles were so very tense, it seemed he could make no headway with unknotting them. His comment brought another wave of gooseflesh, "Relax for me..." She could not force herself to let go. Every nerve wanted to be overwrought with sensation in order to take its vacation, her lungs screamed for the gasps of orgasm wrenched out of her in ecstasy, her mind hummed with want. Common sense told her it wasn't likely he wanted the same thing she did. Most would be more than happy to make love to her, to fuck her, but very few wanted or desired release the way she did.

It was either a dominance issue or something a little kinky that they weren't sure enough about to be good at. Something about her didn't have patience to teach them, either. Many of them enjoyed it, but nothing like she did. It was more than a kinky foray or diversion. It was what great sex was about and she craved it to achieve that unbelievable high of orgasms that wiped away all consciousness, left her feeling more awake, senses renewed.

She writhed on the table, a slow dance orchestrated by his hands. She let her sinewy muscles slide through them, though he urged her to relax again, it was not relaxation she was here for, anymore.

"I can't...." Her voice was low, husky, with an edge of unmistakable need.

"What?" He seemed genuinely puzzled. Or perhaps he was just caught a little off guard.

She didn't hesitate, "I'm getting so aroused is all." Punctuated that with a derisive giggle, shaking her head and laying it back down on her folded arms, turned to one side so that he could see her contented smile and perhaps perceive the calculating glint beneath thick dark, lowered lashes.

His hands spread apart over her back, his fingertips now caressing her sides, upward until they tickled the side of each breast now pressed against the table and bulging out a little with the pressure. She took a breath audibly, of the increasingly hotter, damper air, and raised her head a little, leaving her deep pink lips parted for a time before she exhaled in a wanton sigh.

Peeking at him, she saw where his eyes were with a deep satisfaction, and shifted her hips for his benefit, letting the upper thighs part so he could see between the firm mounds to the glistening treasures between and just below. He seemed every bit as warm as she, a reddening across his cheeks and now labored breathing told her she was on the right track with her body language.

"Oh....yes," she whispered feverishly and drew her knees up a little to lift her ass and looked over her shoulder to catch his eyes and to unmistakably invite him to make love to her.

By now she needed release, in any form, though what she hungered for she also hoped for: that he would fuck her ass til she was weak with sated drunkenness. She was good at insinuation; she had to be, for she wasn't one who easily communicated vocally, having a deep shy streak. This wasn't the ideal situation, when her mind was so lost in the din of clamoring desire, words were elusive and the concnetration tended to detract from the experiences, but still better than leaving the question unasked. Those that couldn't read the text need not apply anyhow. She chuckled deep in her throat, a husky sound, and whispered, "Now...please."

He didn't need to be asked twice. Ever since that glaring white towel had slid down to contrast those perfectly golden cheeks he'd been nursing a hard-on that was getting downright painful. The way she moved and the way his eyes devoured what she displayed was nearly as good as the act of sex itself. Her first request had been without voice, and he could hardly believe his luck, but also unwilling to push it.

He flicked aside that towel which had settled down in the creases behind her knees, anyway, and slid out of his slacks and shorts in one quick motion, glad for slip on shoes. His shirt went over his head even more quickly. 

Taking her chestnut hair aside, he kissed her cheek near her ear and whispered, "Mmmm...shall we move to the bed in the corner?" 

She nodded her ascent and he gathered her up easily, taking her to the bed and at the same time drinking in details he'd missed before because of that towel's presence. Her breasts were perfectly rounded cones and fit his hand easily. Their golden paleness ended in upturned, rose-colored, dainty nipples, the areola was outlined in tiny round bumps where the creamy flesh met the flushed pink of those tantalizing morsels. He laid her tenderly on the bed, his cock an awkward bar between them. She reached for it and stroked her fingertips up the underside in a manner that was both soothing and encouraging, and stole away every thought about anything except how it would feel to sink that rod into her. 

As she reclined, her body conveyed a desire for him as well as the gift of her body to him. His fingers trailed down over her body taking in curves both soft and less so, where ribs showed beneath smooth skin, where a hipbone protruded maddeningly, delightfully...then disappeared again as she shifted and spread her thighs to show him the shaven pussy, the thick outer lips parted to allow him to glimpse the glistening pink petals within, and hinting at the ripening bud above them. Her juices flowed and coated the entire region, perfuming her inner thighs with that heady scent. He buried his face there and lapped in worship, his tongue parting her labia to meet her clit with the tip of his tongue and stroke the underside, encouraging it up and out so he could wrap his lips around it and suckle at it. 

Her legs trembled as she lifted her pussy to meet his mouth and his hands slid beneath her to support her, to cradle her ass and bring her to him so he could feed. His cock leapt and strained at its skin in response to her taste, the feel, the smell of her, the sound and sight of her arousal.

"Yes....yes.....yeee-eeee--eeeessssss," she moaned, then thrust her hips sharply and flooded his mouth with her nectar and his tongue plunged into her to feel the pulsating grip of her muscles, his lips sealed around her opening in a lust-hungry kiss. He wanted to swallow her and in turn for her to swallow him. He was driven out of his mind with this need to be inside her and to have her inside him.

His cock had never felt so hard and he knew he would play hell holding off his orgasm when at last he did achieve that goal of being inside her. He doubted very much it would take him long to recover, though.

She started to relax as her climax subsided, and she let her body slacken. She took this opportunity to turn herself, and rise to her knees, her fingers stroking her blossoming pussy. This position parted her ass cheeks and drove him crazy. Which hole...the soft, cushiony and juicy succulence of her tender little pussy, or that tight, darker pink hole now above it, so tightly clenched. He was filled with a desire to tease it open and gently tease her until she couldn't think straight then give her his cock, slowly at first....

"Ummmm...ohhhh I want..." She hesitated and he listened, watching raptly as her back arched, further tempting him. The tiny, nearly indiscernible opening was now so perfectly displayed, her ass cheeks so firm and gently sloping that there was very little of them to impede his full penetration of her with his eight inches of cock.

Her whisper came with difficulty, though she need not have bothered, "Fuck my ass..."

He bent his head, his hands cradling her hips and guiding her back, his tongue reaching, swiping over the puckered flower, then lower to her cunt and laving her crack with her own slick juices, letting them mingle with the oil he'd earlier spread over her. Each time his tongue made contact with her little hole and the wrinkles around it, she jumped a little, her nerves were so tightly strung. His training as a masseuse was almost superfluous to his training as a lover. She wanted this like she wanted nothing else, and so, he found, did he.

Her smell was indescribable, her taste glorious. His fingers slid, two at a time into the hot, tight opening of her pussy, which clenched around them with the angle of her hips. No, it was her ass she needed attention for and this is which she displayed so perfectly. She moved up and back on his fingers while his lips and mouth teased and probed her ass. His tongue prodded the target and she sighed moaningly.

He removed his fingers from her pussy and let them join his tongue, his index finger tracing over the ridges around the now swelling sphincter opening. He pulled back to look with fascination as it seemed to blossom itself, as her pussy had, and the deepening rosy blush the pink flesh took on the more he stroked it. She had relaxed, but still no opening appeared. He blew on her, first cool, then warm, and delivered a few well placed licks and puckered kisses, sucking at the little rosebud. 

He reached for the bottle of oil beside the table, glad for its rounded, pointing tip. He let a few drops fall onto her hole and her hips bucked in response. His fingertip circled then pressed inward through the grip and clench of those muscles. She cried out and buried her face in her arms and the pillows she'd gathered there, muffling herself as she came again for him. He pushed in and dilated her, then withdrew the finger as the oil needed replenishing. This time when he withdrew his finger, there was the tiniest opening. He brought the little bottle up again and let it rest at the hole, she now watching over her shoulder, her lower lip caught between her teeth, breath hissing softly through them. 

Ever so carefully, he let the tip pass through the hole and squeezed gently to fill her with a little of the oil. 

She watched, in disbelieving ecstasy and anticipation, feeling the warm oil fill the outer part of her sphincter and slowly feeling it ooze more deeply into her. She closed her eyes as her mind raced ahead to how this would feel, and luxuriated in this novel approach to her favorite sexual activity. Soft moans escaped her lips as the waves of arousal heightened, which was as a sound at her core, growing louder, drowning out everything else.

He pulled the bottle away and let it continue drizzling oil through her crease, his hands cupping around the shaft of his cock to catch the oil he then lavished on it. Her eyes drank in his cock with the knowledge that it would soon be buried to the hilt in her ass. It could hardly happen fast enough yet she tried hard to savor every millisecond because this was going to be extraordinary. It already had been.

He guided his cock to her ass, and let the head slip through the oil, let her feel the broad, throbbing tip as it slid through her crack and over her anus. She was moaning heatedly, and thrusting backwards insistently when he felt the give of her hole and pressed, slowly, watching the spongy-hard head disappear into the impossibly tight hole, the ring snapping closed tautly behind it. He hesitated here and listened to and felt her; she was already building to another orgasm. He tugged back a little, and groaned himself at the tight grip, the corklike fit disallowing his retreat without some effort on his part. 

She pushed back a little, and moaned...his cock was as if it were sculpted from finest marble enrobed in a thin, hot coating of some silken liquid; hard, yet gliding slickly at the same time. It felt so huge and stretched her so widely. She looked back and her orgasm was complete as she saw the first few inches disappearing into her ass even as she felt this same event. 

Bright stars exploded behind her eyes as he pulled back again to use his flared cockhead to tug at her sphincter from within, stretching the opening out, her constricting, orgasming muscles gripping him so firmly, the oil her enemy now. She didn't want to let him out of her, wanted nothing more than having his cock buried so deeply in her ass again and again and never ending. This felt so right...she pushed back, fighting the hands on her hips that steadied her. "Easy, baby...I'm close and I want to do this right..." He soothed her.

She didn't care, though. Her hunger outweighed her common sense that this could last and last, and she used her muscles to suckle at him with her sphincter and bowels, to tug and urge him deeper into her. It was more than he could resist, and he pushed back into her, the oil giving a hot gliding ease to the motion. He curved himself upward inside her and watched her squirm, feeling her insides grip him. 

At first it seemed he would bottom out quickly, a few inches from full penetration, but as he held his cock in her, she opened more deeply to him and his cock slid in against the gentle but insistent pressure and her shift of position, something about the way she arched her back and he fit so perfectly into her. He gave a few sharp jabs of his hips, upward and inward, which she matched. He knew by the way she had ceased to breathe regularly that he'd found that place she needed him. Her gasps were intermittent and punctuated often with moans and whimpering screams of pleasure. It was enough just to be in her ass like this, without the deep stroking, with the slightest movement or none at all. The undulating walls of her fuckhole were enough...more than enough. His fingers dug into her hips, his back arched towards her, his own ass muscles clenching, trembling as he fought to hold back the orgasm now boiling in his balls. Harshly, he thrust into her and pulled her back onto him as the first blast forced its way past the band of muscles gripping the base of his cock then exploded deep in her belly, filling her with his spreading heat.

He barely heard her cries but certainly heard her pleas for him to fill her with his cum and the way things felt, there was an endless reserve in there for this girl. She was cumming around him, her contractions of ecstasy were milking every last drop from him. As the intensity subsided, he stroked his cock out and into her, enjoying the new sensation of his cum lubricating her. Her moans changed to satisfied ones and she told him, "God I love to feel you cum in my ass..."

He never really lost his erection, but slowed a little in response to the intensified sensations. The tight grip of her was almost unbearable. It relaxed, fluttering, after she came, and she collapsed beneath him to the bed to rest, but insisted that his cock stay in her, a request he was more than happy to oblige. His balls felt less heavy and he knew this time his endurance would come closer to doing her justice. They lay a while, each anticipating the next round, his fingers stroking her damp hair back from her flushed cheek, pleased with the knowledge that he was responsible for that rosy stain. Something about pleasuring a woman like this made a man feel invincible, immortal and worthy all at once. Never more a man than now, with a beautiful woman genuinely pleased lying with him. She gave off a heady afterglow that was unmistakable when one had experienced such a thing. There was no faking this.

The Need



She turned towards Michail, gashing his robe lengthwise as she tugged at it in order to retrieve his attention. He turned, looking down at the cut and then back to her with a questioning brow. With a smirk she gashed the robe again, tearing it in shreds deliberately. 

'What do you think you are doing, hmm?', Michail asked with a perked brow, grinning slightly. 

'Showing my respect.. for the one that wishes to ignore my presence,' she replied, grabbing a bottle of his 'rare' wine and spilled it 'accidentally' over him. 

With a sigh Michail took off the robe and tossed it aside, wrapping her in his arms pulling her tight and bared his fangs, 'Yes my dear?' 

Snapping back at him for no apparent reason, 'I'm not your dear.. Michail.. I'm just my damned fucking self!' 

Arcing a questioning brow at her, 'Damned fucking self is it now?' 

Retorting, 'Well.. how the hell am I to react when you're never around, hmm?' 

He smiles and sighs, 'I've invited you to the castle several times.. what more can I do?' 

Not really understanding why she reacts like she does, knowing it isn't her she sighs, 'Sure you invited me.. but are you ever around?? I don't feel like hanging around to snap off at my fellow Garou just because the damned Sabbat ain't ever around!' 

Gently taking her face in the cups of his hands, 'I'm almost always in my castle my dear.. you know that,' watching her with his unblinking golden eyes. 

She looks down at the floor, avoiding his gaze, 'No one else dares venture near me.. not that I even allow them..' 

Curiously he asks, 'Do you wish the touch of another?' Still avoiding his gaze, 'I just wish I wasn't so damned lonely..' 

He nods, 'I see.. anything I can do for you my dear?' 

Almost half laughing, she replies, 'There's nothing you can do.. I'm garou, crazy indeed.. and you are kindred.. what can you do at all?' 

'More than you realize,' he slightly smiles in return, 'As I asked, what can I do to help?' 

Shaking her head with a deep sigh, 'I don't know myself' Pulling slightly back, he looks down at her, 'That does make it slightly hard to help you my dear..' 

With a helpless gaze up at him, she asks, 'Ever been restless and have the want to attack your own kind? I'm turning against my own kind Michail.. I don't care for them any more.. I kill and dance in their blood.. as I do my prey..' 

'And this bothers you now? Why?' he asks.

Nodding, 'Because I wasn't like that before.. not that I don't mind it.. I'm just noting the change in myself.' 

'Ah.. why do you think it is?' 

Pleadingly she turns her gaze to him, 'I don't know.. was hoping you might have the answer to that..' 

'I honestly couldn't tell you my dear.. the only experience I've had with your kind outside are these damnable Uktena,' he replies softly. 

Pacing back and fro, restlessly, asking him for help. 'Come to the castle, there you shall be more occupied..' 

She questions, 'More occupied with what?' 

'Anything I can think of.. perhaps setting some goals?' he offers. 

Thinks, then replies. 'Setting a goal for a high ranking Fury isn't good enough Mich.. I don't even know what I am nowadays.. one minute I'm this and the next I'm the opposite. it's... it's confusing me!' 

'Hmm.. you best stay with me then, so I can observe you closely.. to figure out what it is..', he replies concerned. 

'Maybe... but it's driving me insane! Not knowing what the hell is happening...' she almost cries out. 

'Is it just mood swings?' becoming more concerned. 

Half laughing and crying she answers, 'I don't call attacking for mood swings.. I really don't.. I used to attack with a reason before.. now I do it no matter what!' 

'Sort of like a frenzy?,' he wonders. Shaking her head, 'No..' 

'What about your rage then?' 

Sighing..'I'm killing for the blood Michail.. the blood.. not the flesh..' 

'Ah.. I understand now.' he nods almost with a smile. Slowly she gazes up at him, 'What am.. I?' 

'Your crave the vampiric blood I gave you my dear.. you need it, and without it you have been trying to do the next best thing, only to find it does not work,' he replies, slicing his wrist. Slowly she straightens, 'you mean that.. that I am.. a ...' trails off in silence. 'No my dear.. for that I would have to embrace you.. I would not do such a thing without your permission.. however, it seems you are addicted to my blood,' raises his bleeding wrist to right under her lips. 

Shaking her head, still not understanding. 'Drink.. I shall explain' he says. Slowly unsurely, she lowers her lips to his bleeding wrist and hesitantly begins to drink. 'Yes.. drink of me..,' he smiles whilst she drinks fulfilling her need of his blood. 'Yes.. you see, it appears you must consume my blood often my dear.. you have become addicted to it.. you crave it.' he explains. Mindspeaking, she asks howcome. 'The feelings it induces? The pleasure? The power? No one knows for sure.. it doesn't happen often, but it does happen.' 

Slowly she pulls back, licking clean at his wound and her lips, still not comprending the reason why. 'But why.. why am I craving for your blood?' He replies whilst gazing down at her, 'It is powerful my dear.. I am quite old.. the blood itself is addictive..' 

Nehal frowns slightly, 'But as far as I remember.. I am the one to have offered blood.. not vice versa..' 

He smiles down at her, gently cupping her face once again, 'The wine my dear.. it has blood in it.. otherwise I could not drink it..' 

She objects lightly, 'Blood is red.. that is orange' 

He nods, 'True, but that does not mean there is not blood in it..' 

Uttering a soft sigh in return, 'So that's why you're so precious about those bottles..' 

Knowing the answer already, but still she asks, 'What would happen if.. if.. you're not around?' Watching her, 'Much like what you did.. you begin crazing blood.. and going after it.' She sighs in return, turning her gaze to the floor. 'I am sorry my dear.. I would never have guessed it would have happened,' he tries. 'I just.. wanted to know the reason of the change,' she replies, 'I used to dance in blood.. now I hunt and feed of it,' laughing halfheartedly. He then says, '...and breed in it..' 

Coming closer to her, he slides his hands over her, soothing away her recent fears and confusion. 'Mmmm.. I have longed for your touch..,' slowly leans her head against him. 'Then you shall have it this eve,' he says, his hands trailing over her softly as she relaxes, allowing his touch to take away the former tension. His fingertips trailing lightly over her bare skin, she closes her eyes murmuring quietly. Slowly he flickers his fingers further, down towards her firm breasts, leaning over gently to kiss her neck causing her to shiver slightly, and tilting her head slowly to the side. His hands caress her softly as he drags his fangs across her neck. 'Mmm....' she allows him to do what he wishes, slowly trailing clawtips in return along up his sides. 

Clawing softly, pulling, shredding her shirt as he takes ahold of her massive supple breasts, she whimpers quietly as she pulls him close. His fangs graze across her neck as his hands tighten on her breasts, squeezing them softly. She murmurs again, sliding a hand down his side, slowly rubbing herself along his groin. Trailing down her body with his hands, his manhood begins to harden, he slips down to her waist. She squirms rubbing against him, allowing her bodily needs to guide her more than her mind as she slips a hand between them and strokes his member. 

The key suddenly appears in his hand as the lock to the chastity belt clicks and slides it off her. Softly growling, she gently caresses him with clawtips causing him to shiver slightly. Taking her legs, he spreads them wide making her look down at him. Placing her hands on his shoulders as he looks back up at her as he comes up from underneath her. Following his gaze, she feels a yearning from inside. 'Yes?' he grins as he comes up under her legs. *Have me your way.. please.. m'lord,' she pleads quietly. 



Raising an eyebrow, since she is always the one deciding otherwise, he shifts behind her and pushes her down to the floor, exposing her from the behind. She kneels to the cold floor allowing the coolness chill her hot flesh. Rising from behind, he places his massive tip against the smooth tanned flesh of her tush, sliding it slowly along her moist lips, making her shiver and pushing back at him. Slowly he slides his tip between her lips, teasingly slow, watching as he presses further into her tight hole. Whining from the floor, she gasps inbetween. 

Slowly he pushes further into her tightness, leaning forward to the point that she convulses into a shudder, emitting a low groan. Gripping at her waist, he pulls her back onto him as he slides forward. She squirms more onto him.. shuddering still gasping as she feels his manhood stretch her all the more. 'Yess!' he grins, watching her, pushing forward still. Wanting to have all of him inside of her, she continues to push up against him under a series of grunts and gasps. 

Gripping her hips tighter still, he pulls back suddenly as he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt deep inside her clutching womanhood. Snapping back her head with a loud cry, 'AAAAAHH!!' he grins slightly, staying there, allowing her time to adjust, stretching her slowly. 'Mmmm...' remembering, feeling, slowly she gyrates back onto him with a low groan. He smiles, slowly moving inside of her, gently at first, causing her to shudder and groan more. He softly works into her, speeding slightly, moving almost all the way out and back in slowly. 

Adjusting to his length and size, she convulses still in shudders as he keeps sliding in and out of her until she's gotten used to him again, easing her hips gently towards him as the resistance slowly fades. She meets up with his motions, pushing back yearningly. Still softly, he guides himself into her, moving slightly faster, moving her hips with him as he slips one hand down her front and between her legs to softly rub her clit. Emitting a low growl, she gyrates back to him. He grins at her growls, motioning faster now, he slides deeper and quicker, wanting to hear her. 

Squirming, she meets his thrusts, forcing herself back to him, growling between the thrustings. He smiles slightly, moving into her faster now, beginning himself to grunt softly with each powerful thrust. Wanting, she yearns for the thunder of the ride, but holds back another shudder. He moves faster still, his hips bucking into her as he grunts louder, thrusting further, deeper. She digs her claws into the floor, pushing back hungrily into him with whimpering growls. He grins at the noise, driving harder and takes her deeper still, speeding up a little more than before, causing her to lick at the night's air through gasps. Unable to restrain the shudder, she spasms. Grinning at her bodily reactions, he thrusts and drives even more harder. 

Crying out a low twisted howl of pleasure, she motions in his tact with him. Hearing her howl he grins even more pulls all the way out and then pushes back in as hard as possible moaning loudly. She emits a low deep growl, forcing now back powerfully back at him, shifting to a snarl. He works himself hard into her, her noises enticing him to drive deeper each time, as he begins to moan loudly himself, his finger still working at her clit, rubbing it. 

Whining, she tries to move away from his clitrubbing finger, convulsing into another violent shudder. His finger still rubs her softly whilst he drives deeper still into her, his own moanings louder now. Writhing under his hammerings and fingers, she gasps out between cries. 'Yess!!' he growls softly, rubbing her joybutton until she orgasms, pushing further, getting close to his own peak as his body shudders. She tenses like a wire, and explodes into a violent spasm, crying out. 'YESS!!' he thrusts more a few times before he spasms, slowing down before he withdraws leaving her groaning on the floor.  



The Need



It had been four weeks since I had had recognition with Bryan and he was now living with me, at twenty this meant only giving up his own place and facing down the few friends foolish enough to say a word against me to him. For me it was a lot of changes and while I adored him there were a few changes I was simply going to have not make if I want to survive comfortably and as time went on Bryan's survival would depend on them as well. The question was how to explain this to him.

I sat on the couch wearing a sheer black babydoll nightie, I had learned centuries before to take every advantage when planning an attack, and my alabaster belly peeked out of the opening. "Sida I don't understand why you want to do this, aren't I enough for you? You say you love me why do you want another man?" The pain in Bryan's voice cuts through me, somehow I have to make him understand this was not affection but survival, nothing more then a very enjoyable lunch for me that just happened to scratch a mental itch.

"My love, I have never cared for a man, for a human before you, and I do not wish to cause you pain but I must get more energy then I can just by taking life breaths. To keep from killing anyone or making it too obvious I have not been able to take much from any one man, and I have had to use energy to connect with them. And there is my other needs." I looked up at him and offered my hand.

My beautiful young man, I knew that as long as he was with me and that could be forever, he would look very much like he does now, ageing only a little, always a young god of a man. He came to me and as I had known he would when I had sat and placed the babydoll just so over my belly kneeled before me and laid his head on my large round belly. I stroked his golden hair, had I ever done this with anyone else? Usually if my fingers were in a man's hair they were pulling, yanking, demanding he look at me as I take a little more of his life force from him.

"Bryan you say you know what I am, a 'Dark Woman' do you really know what that is? There are thirteen of us, we were born from the mating of a powerful Earth goddess and powerful lord of the Incubus. He seduced her and she tricked him, she punished him worse then he could imagine. Do you know what she did to him to make him suffer for eternity?" I could feel his head shake against my belly. "She gave him a teeny piece of a soul, and then she made him fall in love with her, then she spurned him and nothing he could do would get her back because you can only seduce a goddess once through trickery. To this day he suffers and she eludes him, and he takes his torment out on humans and then he suffers more cause that little bit of soul came along with guilt."

"The reason I tell you this is that while it is my goddess nature that allows me to love you I am also part succubus and that part of me is not nice, that part is driven to dominate, to subjugate sexually my partners. You are the only person I have ever wanted as an equal, I can not bring myself to harm you cause I know you do not like it." He had parted my gown and wrapped his arms around me and now rose up so he was looking me in the eyes.

"No I wouldn't like it, I don't want to be a sub, I admit I don't fantasize like that, but you already know that, you know so much about me. Sida, will I ever know you like you know me?" He asked then kissed me with a strong passion. Bryan's strength and the fact I could not enchant him aroused me, never before had such a thing happen with a man, before strength was something to break but it also made me want to find someone else to dominate.

"What I do see in you Bryan is that you still have incubus blood as well as the blood of the goddess, and I can tell your father was a powerful man. You have desires much like mine if you would let them go free. Can you honestly say you have no desire to see me dominate a man, or perhaps even a woman? Oh yes I can take sex energy from a woman though not as much or as easily. Look deep in your self Bryan, imagine you and me after I have dominated a man or you have helped me dominate a woman."

His arms were around me and he was holding me close while the slightest tremor went thought his body. "So who do you want to dominate first? I have a suggestion." he said.

I took his face and gave him a kiss to reach his soul, not steal any of, just touch it, now that we were recognized his soul was safe from me. "Who?" I asked breathlessly.

"My friend Kevin, you met him that first day and you took his breath once. Remember you told me you were pissed at him so you didn't make a connection to enchant him you just sort of grabbed him and kissed him at my apartment while we were packing? Well he has asked about you since then and I know he has never been dominated but, well I once saw all these magazines in his drawer in his apartment, and lets just say he at least fantasizes about it. I don't know maybe I am a freak but the idea of you dominating that little smart mouth and knowing he likes it no matter what he says, I admit that it turns me on. Only one thing, I don't want you to enchant him, I want him fully involved for this. It is just he never comes right out and says anything but he makes little jabs about you here and there and I want to make him pay."

I pulled Bryan into a standing position and began to unbutton his cutoffs, I could feel his thickness pushing against the fly making it hard to get it open and I nearly ripped the metal buttons undone but I had already ruined a few of Bryan's shirts this month and two zippers. As the last button came undone his cock sprang free and I reached for it, I loved the way it looked, long and golden against my pale hand and red nails. I licked my lips and enjoyed the feel of his strong hands as he stroked my hair, I flicked out my tongue to get a drop of pre-cum that had formed on the head.

I swirled my tongue around the swollen glistening head as if it were the finest ice cream cone in the world then opened my mouth and took six of his eight inches deep in my mouth while wrapping my hand around the base. I slid my mouth up and down his cock whipping my tongue along the bottom vein like a snakes and when I would get to the head I would create a great deal of suction then start down again. Finally after doing this a long time I moved my hand from the base and pushed farther downward on his cock until it slid into my throat.

Bryan's hands were tangled in my red hair and I was allowing him to fuck my face, something I would have killed another man for, but with him I enjoyed the sensation of his cock slamming into my mouth. One of my hands was clasping his balls and massaging them while other was grasping his thigh ass cheeks, digging my nails in to the taunt flesh. His words of adoration poured down over me and covered me like a blanket and though I had once been worshiped as a goddess in the forests of Europe before the invasion of the cross had driven the pagans out his words meant more to me then any litany of praises.

I wanted his cum, I wanted to taste the salty sweet musky taste of it and since we had recognized one another he was safe from me, I could take his cum without taking part of his life energy with it. Since he had begun to suckle my life milk he now had more staying power then could be imagined and to make him come I had to force the issue.

I reached between my legs as I continued to suck and got my finger wet with my own juices then brought it up to his ass, I began to tease his asshole and his strokes in my mouth sped up. I lightly and slowly began to push my finger into his hole, something I had taught him to love the feel of, twisting my finger in till I felt what I wanted I began to stroke in and out with the speed of his thrusting. I felt his ass clench around my invading finger and his balls tighten as he pulled my face all the way down on his cock, the spasms started and I pulled back my head so that it would not all be wasted strait down my throat. I wanted to taste it on my greedy tongue so I kept the head in my mouth and savored the feel of it pumping in my mouth, squirt after squirt filled my mouth as I swallowed trying to keep up.

That was the other effect my milk had had on Bryan, he now came in large qualities and could many times a day. Of course being the great grandchild of a sex demon never hurt him at all.

By the way if you are wondering how closely Bryan and I are related, when I say that his great grand father is my father, you must understand, Bryan is nearly 100% human and that I am not at all. The lines of biology do not play where I am concerned. My 'Mother' did not give birth to me or my twelve 'sisters' we were more in the way of an idea. On the full moon for one year after she was seduced she wept about her seduction, and personally I think she wept because she could not admit how much she enjoyed it, and from those tears came fully grown a woman, each of us totally different from the other, representing the different people of the world. I represented the celts those with red hair and pale skin with green eyes and was born on the third full moon. Bryan's grand mother represented the Norse the golden pale ones and was born on the sixth moon. What our 'father' gave us was not genetic material but essence, a mentality, you have to understand that 'mother' could have created us by herself but was so wrapped up in her seduction she put the bit of our father she stole to make room for that bit of soul into us. When we decide to have a child with our recognized it involves a great deal of magic since we must take a large piece of our essence and use it in place of genetic material so the child is half human and half powerful magic. I don't know if Bryan realizes it but his mother must be a powerful witch cause a halfling must also use magic to get a child.

Bryan and I went to bed and lay there making our plans for his little friend and decided that tomorrow would be perfect.



Bryan invited Kevin over to watch a football game on my large screen TV, oh in case you are wondering where my money comes from consider this, I can seduce anyone, including people with great insider info who never know they gave it to me not to mention just plain being able to gamble by reading basic thoughts, money is easy. So cocky little Kevin comes over and makes the usual comments about asking where 'the little woman' is, Bryan has been warned to keep his temper so he just tells him I am in our room.


As usual Kevin brings the conversation around to me, not knowing I can hear every word he says. "Bryan I don't get it, I mean don't get mad, but what do you see in Sida? I can see enjoying being a kept man this is a great place and you say she is teaching you more about computers then you learned at school but what do you see in her?"

Bryan looked at him and said "Dude you don't get it till you have been with a powerful woman, Sida is amazing, the things she can do, knowing she is as strong as me it is amazing." He was playing to what we were sure was Kevin fantasies from the amazon domination magazines Bryan had found at Kevin's. Of course a little enchantment and this would be so much easier but Bryan wanted to do this the hard way, he wanted to mess with Kevin's head for all the little digs about me. "She has so many tricks that just bring you to your knees and keep you there man it is not funny, she has me begging in no time. I guess I am just a sex slave to her." Bryan laughed. He later told me that he expected a smart assed comment from Kevin but he just laughed to and squirmed in his seat.

About this time I did one of my few bits of magic for the night, I sent a signal to Kevin to go to the bathroom, he headed down the hall and saw our door was open and as he passed he could see nothing but as he came back from the bathroom he got an eyeful.

I stood in front of the three-way mirror in knee high black boots that lace up the front and had a sturdy three inch heel on them making me an inch taller then Bryan's six foot three. I had my hair in a braid and a black lace thong on but the thing I was sure was drawing all of Kevin's attention was the black leather corset I was tightening myself into. I stood there with my back arched my full breasts pointed outward as they were lifted up by the corset and I pulled and tugged at the laces tightening it up and making my already hourglass figure more noticeable. I was also pretty sure that Kevin could not help but notice that sitting on the ottoman beside me was a collection of paddles and restraints. I could sense that he was hard as a rock and just as he reached to rub himself through his pants I sent a mental signal to Bryan who had snuck up behind Kevin.

"What the hell do you think you are do you little shit? Looking at my girlfriend and touching yourself, are you some kind of fucking pervert?" Bryan shoved Kevin into the room so that he feel on his knees before me. "Sida look what I found playing with himself in the doorway, he must have liked what he saw and after all the times he said he can't see why I am with you. Maybe I should kick his fucking face in for looking at you like that." Bryan advanced on Kevin as if to kill him and Kevin coward back.

I walked forward and stopped in front of Kevin. "Kevin did you really say those things to Bryan about me? Maybe I should let him beat you up, maybe I should help kick the shit out of you, these boots are steel toed you know." I put the boot in his face so he could see it close. "But maybe I have a better idea, maybe I will just make you pay me back for all those rude comments, I think I will take it out of your ass instead of your face and maybe out of another part of you until you beg."

Kevin began to shake and he looked at the ottoman and the paddles, his cock was still half hard which I could tell, no man can hide desire from me. "What do you mean." he stammered.

"Well little man I think I am going to have some fun with you, I am going to use you as a toy, and first you will beg me to stop and then you will beg me to never stop. You are a worthless little man and I am going to find out all your secret little desires, you are going to lay them out at my feet while Bryan watches and if you are lucky you will get to have a few of them." I reached down and grabbed his hair and pulled him up, it wasn't hard, Kevin was only five six and I was six foot one in my stocking feet and I could have pulled a linebacker off his feet. With my other hand I carefully slapped his face, making sure not to break anything then dropped him n a heap on the floor.

"That was for spying. Now don't even think you are getting out of here before I am done with you or that Bryan will help you, you are mine for the rest of the day. Now strip."

I reached on to the ottoman and picked up a long thin buggy whip, and snapped it against the floor, buggy whips are really only good for serious scenes but they are very impressive. "Don't make me flay you Slave, this will rip those clothes off your body and a good deal of your skin." As Kevin struggled with his pants I looked up at Bryan who was sitting in a chair in the corner and winked at him. The look of confidence he gave me was wonderful.

Finally Kevin sat on his knees before me and his penis was half erect, I knew that this was a fantasy he had had even if I was not his dream amazon, I pushed him back till he fell over on his butt and then over till he lay flat on the floor. "Well it looks as if our little slave is not so unhappy about this after all does it Bryan? Someone is at half mast. Well slave when you are around me you will always salute. You know little man I could crush you with one foot. Just grind you into the ground or I could very carefully make you cum."

I lifted my booted foot and placed the flat of the foot against his semi hard cock as I talked and the heel laid against his balls and I began to carefully apply pressure and rub it around. "All it would take is one misstep and you would be broken forever, oh but it feels good doesn't it. You don't want it to, you are fighting it cause you don't want anything I do to you to feel good but it does and it is driving you crazy." His cock got harder and harder under my foot and the look on his face was one of such embarrassment I was getting even more aroused. "No keep looking at me little boy, look me in the face, yes that is it, now how does that feel? Come on if you don't want to loose your little toy then you will thank me for stepping on your cock and tell me how good it feels."

I could see the struggle in his eyes, he wanted to resist so bad, but all it took was a bit more pressure and for me to push my heel in a little before he gave in better then I even thought he would since I had yet to tell him to call me mistress. "Oh please Mistress Sida it feels wonderful to have you step on me, to have your foot on my worthless cock, when you grind it I feel so useless and so hot. Please do not destroy me Mistress Sida, I am not worthy of you dirtying your beautiful boot with me."

Oh he was going to be so much fun. I took my foot off and reached for a cockring and put it on him. "You do not touch yourself or cum till I tell you slave now stand up and put your hands behind your back." I grabbed his hands, enjoying how small he is and used leather cuffs to secure his wrists behind him then put a collar and leash on him. I dragged him over to another chair in the room and pushed him over the arm of it, grabbing a leather covered paddle.

"Bryan my love, how many times would you say this toad has made some rude comment or sly remark about me?" I asked as I dragged the paddle up and down Kevin's legs and teased his balls with it.

Bryan was leaning back smiling at me and I could see he was beginning to enjoy himself. "Oh 30 times in the last month at least." he said and adjusted himself in his pants. I knew when this was over I would tie Kevin up and make him watch Bryan fuck me for at least half an hour if not longer.

"Well then we will have to give him 30 strokes." I barely touched him, but then my barely hurts like hell I started slow and easy and sped up and got harder, covering Kevin's ass and thighs until they were red and swollen. The whole time talking to him. "So you can not understand why Bryan wants a big fat woman like me? You don't see why he wants to suck on great big full titties and lay on a round jiggly belly while he fucks my tight pussy or why he would want to grab my wide fat hips while he slides it in my ass?" My paddle came down on his ass.

His cries were loud and he begged me to forgive him. "I was wrong, Owwwww. I see how perfect you are. Ohhh my god! I want to worship you. Nooooo! I want to kiss your feet and lick your fat pussy Ouch! and kiss your ass. Please Mistress, OooOOOHHhhh Please Please."

"Thirty. That was not so bad was it? All done." I pulled the paddle away and waited for Kevin to relax before striking him fast two more times. "Never trust me Kevin. I lie. It is my nature. Now you have to thank me and the paddle, then lick it clean."


"Thank you Mistress Sida and thank you paddle." Kevin began to lick the paddle and my finger as I stuck it in his mouth then I rubbed my hand all over his ass and reached between his cheeks and pushed that finger two knuckles deep into his asshole. He would have made a lot more noise about it but I pushed the paddle against his mouth. I began to push the finger in and out and he began to relax with it and I could tell he was enjoying it. I pulled my finger out and pushed Kevin to his knees and using the leash lead him to the ottoman which I cleared and sat down on.

"Well Kevin we get to see if you are a man of you word since you begged to suck my fat pussy now is your chance and you better hope and pray you do it right." I spread my legs and Kevin dove for my pussy as if it was a life line he began to devour it. I signaled to Bryan to come over to me and I could see his hard-on through his pants.




The Need



When he got to me I had him stand beside me and take off his pants, his wonderful erection was there to prove what I had suspected, he enjoyed watching me dominate people. "So you do like it?" I grasped him and began to rub.

He stroked my hair and face. "Ok yes it is very sexy, and I can't wait till you do it to a girl and I can't wait to fuck you in front of him. But right now I want you to suck on me for a bit." I knew that Bryan was reinstating a little control in his mind, getting me to suck on him made him feel like he had some control but I could give him that, cause I also knew I really had the control since I could make him come at any time. I took him deep in my mouth and began to suck while cupping his balls and with my other hand I used the paddle I still held and occasionally paddled Kevin's ass and back with it to hurry up his tongue.

Kevin was going insane, every time the paddle hit he would try to devour me and I began to realize he was slowing down to get the paddle across his ass, the little pervert had come to desire the paddle that much. Maybe one of these days I would put a plug in his ass and beat him and see how much he liked that.

I had one last thing for Kevin to do before I took a good dose of his sex/life force from, oh nothing he wouldn't recover soon enough, in fact he would be recovering from the aftermath of realizing just how submissive he was for a long time after his life force was back to full.

I pushed Kevin back with a foot and told Bryan to sit on the ottoman and then got on my hands and knees before him. "Kevin I am going to suck on Bryan, I want you to lick my asshole while I do it."

"I can't do that" He said with a shocked look on his face. Slap! People are always shocked how fast I move. Slap!

"I did not ask you Slave I told you! You have no choice now you will do it and you will find that you enjoy it. Get on your knees behind me and lick me." I knew he would do what I said, I could see the excitement in his mind that my blows had caused. So I was not surprised when I felt his hands opening my great big ass cheeks or his face pushing close to my crack. His tongue was tentative at first but when he realized I was clean he began to lap away at me.

I lowered my head Bryan's lap and took him deep into my mouth, swirling him with my tongue while I enjoyed the feeling of Kevin's tongue as he now explored my asshole, he began to dart his tongue into the hole as if fucking me with it. I sucked hard on Bryan as Kevin pushed deeper with his tongue and then pulled out and lathed it around the hole.

I lifted off of Bryan just long enough to tell Kevin to play with my clit while he tongued me and went back to wildly sucking my lovers wonderful cock. Between the amazing cock in my mouth and the finger on my sensitive clit not to mention the tongue that was again invading my asshole like in miniature prick I began to shake. My orgasm was upon me and I pulled away from both men to keep from harming them as I bucked and shook. I fell into Bryan's arms and kissed him and then got up to deal with Kevin.

"You did very good Kevin and for that I am going to let you see what it is like when a real man fucks me. Look at Bryan's dick it is twice the size of yours and maybe when he is done I will finish you off." I lead him to the end of my huge four poster with the heavy wooden canopy over it and secured his hands to it. Bryan and I got on the bed and began to get wild right away.

I wanted it rough and Bryan could tell that so I got on my hands and knees and offered him my back like an animal, not like domestic dogs but like wolves. Bryan jumped on me and grabbed me and without any preamble had slid his huge erection in my soaking wet pussy. I began to buck and twist as if I wanted him off of me and he held on tight, grasping my hips with one hand and my braid with the other. He reach down and took a bite out of my neck and shoulder. I growled and screamed and turned my head towards him and he met me in a kiss that was as much a fight as anything else.

We continued to battle it out like two beasts both of us growling and screaming, my back was covered with bite marks and I loved the feel of every one of them. I had never made love like this before Bryan and love was what it was because I could never have restrained the killer in me for anyone but someone I loved.

He pulled my hair out of the braid until it was tangled around us. We were covered in sweat and still he pounded me like a wild thing. I grabbed his wrist and flipped him over until he was on his back and then climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his hard rod. I weighed twice what he did but I knew he could take me and that he loved having me on top of him so I rode him like a stallion. I whipped my hair around as he reached up and began to twist my nipples, pulling at them, lifting my breast with them. I leaned forward and he took one in his mouth and sucked hard while twisting the other.

I knew that behind us Kevin watched every movement in awe.

I was pounding away at Bryan and maybe thirty minutes had gone by when he turned me on my back and lifted my legs to his shoulders, this was his favorite way to cum in me and I liked it too cause I could really feel every pulse. Bryan slowed down his trusts and instead began to grind into me in a slow and steady way long and hard coming out almost all the way each time. Driving me crazy until finally he drove himself deep and stayed there pulsing in me again and again. I could feel each pulse as he came in me and I could feel the heat of his cum filling me up.

I lowered my legs and lay there panting under Bryan with my arms wrapped around him. We lay there for a bit until we hear a bit of shuffling at the end of the bed and my love looks me in the eyes and smiles "Have you forgotten lunch?" I have to laugh.

I climb off the bed and look at Kevin whose erection is nearly purple he is so hard, he is full to the brim with sex/life energy and a feast for me, I can take a great deal from him and not even hurt him: much. 

Oh the joys of youth. I turn him around and drop to my knees in front of him.

"Well you have been a good little slave haven't you, are you sorry for all those things you said and now you will never say them again?" I asked as I touched his cock.

"Oh yes Mistress. Oh please forgive me. I will do anything for you."

"Well Little slave what you are going to do is give me your yummy cum." I began to suck on his cock and when I had it deep in my mouth I undid the ring and he exploded in my mouth, flooding me with tons of cum. Along with his cum I drew out something else from him that he did not even know he was losing much less realized he had, a small amount his sexual life force. An energy that can be recharged and that I feed on. To him my drawing this out made it seem like the most amazing orgasm of his life. I was careful and took just enough that he would suffer from nothing worse then the feeling of the flu as he recharged his energies.

Kevin hung there nearly passed out. "Bryan can you get him down, I am going to go clean up. By the way since you wouldn't let me you-know-what he is going to remember this, and I can tell you this, he is going to want to do it again." I said as Bryan untied his friend and laid him on the chaise lounge, oh yes my bedroom is huge. "Which is up to you, personally I think he is fun, actually it is interesting having a sub who is into it of their own free will. Maybe we will have to find some more." I began taking off the corset, I hate corsets but they do set a mood.

"I admit I liked seeing it, but next time we get a girl, I want to join in." Bryan said as he came up behind me and helped with the ties.

"Hummm well then why not two of them?" I said and kissed him. "Only one thing about short sleeping beauty over there is I don't want him hanging around the house mooning after me. He can't come back sooner then a month or it will be bad for his health and I don't want anyone wondering why he is getting sick. Oh and by the way. . ."

Bryan turned me around as I slipped the corset over my head. "Yes?"

I wrapped my arms around him and help him close, this man who made me whole. "I love you."

He kissed me and drew back to look at me "I love you too Dark Woman."



The Need



I am a "bitch" and have a "master"; we are a couple that is totally into experimentation as well as domination and submission. I am my masters bitch at the age of 27 my master is 32. I am ordered not to wear any clothes when we are at home except when we have company. When we are out I am to dress exactly how my master tells me. I have to obey or I get the consequences. 

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One day I found myself yearning for my master to use me and abuse me as I have never been used or abused before. As always he called me on his lunch break to see how I was doing and give me my orders to have done by the time he returned home from work. I surprised master by asking him if he would grant his bitch one wish. He asked me what that wish was and I asked him if he would take a day off of work and use and abuse me for sex where ever, when ever, how ever he felt I deserved it. 

As my master drove home from work he calls me to see if all of my duties are done and I asked if he got to fulfill my wish of a day of sexual use and abuse and he said "my little bitch be in position when I get there and you will see". 

As he enters the door I am kneeling on the floor with my head down and hands in my lap. As he closes the door and has trained me I unzip his pants and take his cock out pointing it at me with my mouth open and he relieves the pressure in his bladder from his hour long drive home from work. After I am covered in his urine and nasty, master says "this is how nasty my bitch will be for the next day and a half so expect that". 

As he is done piss covering me and I am sucking him dry he is getting hard. He commands me to stand, turn, and bend over. I do as I am told and he fucks me hard when he is close to coming he tells me to get on my knees and face his cock. I get a face and mouth full of his sweet come, when he is done I am to clean him up. 

He tells me to get dressed in nothing but my dress as we have a few errands to run. After about an hour and a half of running errands we return home. He tells me to kneel as he closes and locks the door. I do as told and he covers me in urine and I clean him again.

When we are home I am to be naked at all times. When he comes or pisses I am to clean him off. I have been trained that when I wake up I am to suck him hard and fuck him. When he wakes up and through out the night he pisses on and in me and then fucks me and I clean him off. 

The night went on with lots of submission on my part as I was ordered to have myself at his every disposal. I was to have my pussy positioned to him where ever he was at so if he wanted to piss or fuck it he was able. 

For the rest of that night I was on my knees with my ass in the air. He made sure that I was clean giving me a course of enemas and washing me up. I was commanded to get in the shower so he could wash me after the enema course so his bitch was totally clean. Master likes to shave his bitch to his satisfaction as he wants her shaved differently every time. He does not allow me to clean any part of my body as I am his possesion. I am for no reason to touch my body when he is around and when he is gone I am only to wipe my piss off as if I touch my body I undergo a torture session of my cunt. 

Master has made this bitch feel so safe and secure that she loves doing as she is told for him and more. When I see him just sitting looking bored I beg to suck his cock and make him feel good putting a smile on his face every time. I am to serve my master and make him happy whenever I see that he is unhappy. 

I get fucked and my cunt abused till 2 in the morning when he has come about eight times. He tells me to curl up it is time to sleep. I suck him dry and find my place in his arms. This is where I would rather be at all times. 

During the night he wakes me three more times to fuck and piss. I am not allowed to come when he wakes me up to fuck me; I am just for his pleasure at this time. He realized the second time he wakes me that I am so close and fucks me doggy in the ass dry as he knows that will make me squirt all over his balls and legs leaving the bed soaked with my come. I then have to suck him dry and sleep in the puddle that I made on the bed as I came without permission and have to be punished. He tells me that I will receive my punishment in the morning when he is awake. 

Feeling scared, and cold from the wet bed I make myself go back to sleep. In the morning I am awakened by his cock slapping my face and my master smacking my cunt. I open my mouth and suck master as he is painfully smacking the inside of my legs. When he has pissed in my mouth and I have drank all of the piss down not missing a drop he flips me over smacking my ass till it is red and fucks my asshole hard. When he gets ready to come he pulls out of my ass leaving it gaped open and comes on my cunt and ass. 

He then makes me clean him and beg him to get up and use the bathroom as my bladder is full. He denies me the relief. He tells me that I came without permission in the night and am in for the experience of a life time today.

After about 20 minutes of whimpering and whining I am allowed to relieve my bladder. He makes sure to clean his cunt of the urine after I am done pissing. I then am instructed of what to make for breakfast and have to serve him with a cup of coffee. As I bring the coffee to him and hand it to him I am instructed to bend over displaying my ass and cunt to him. He puts a butt plug in my ass and clips my pussy lips and tells me that that is how I will stay till he is done eating breakfast. I whimper as he puts the clips on my lips and tightens then harder then he has done before.

After breakfast is made and served to my master he makes me kneel next to him on the floor and suck his cock as he eats. When he feels I have sucked him long enough he lets me sit back on my knees and feeds me some food for energy as he says I will need lots of that for the day.

When he is done eating and I have cleaned the breakfast dishes up and refilled his coffee he fucks me in the kitchen making a mess on the clean floor and demanding me to clean it with my tongue. Master loves to see his bitch humiliated at his disposal. He makes me feel so good to be his bitch. 

I get a sense from masters' actions that by the nightfall I will not be able to sit on my ass as it will be brutally painful. I was right as he flogged my ass on and off throughout the day. I was tied to the bed in a spread eagle position for what felt like 5 hours as he took a shower and went to the store to get a few supplies. When he returned I was blind folded and made to open my mouth. He strapped a gage on me so I was not able to scream and joyfully went to work on his bitch.

Master covered me in hot wax as well as come. I heard him chuckle as he clamped my cunt totally shut. He said he did not have anymore use for that for the day. I was only going to be either filled in my ass or my mouth. Feeling anxious about what he had in store for me I started to get moist between my legs. As master saw that he flogged the inside of my legs as he knew that would make it worse. He clamped my nipples and tweaked them every so often as he knows that playing with my nipples alone makes me cum. 

Master informed me that I was to squirt all over the bed when he fucked me for the next two hours. I was to lay in the wetness and feel so nasty. As he played with my nipple and clit clamps he piss covered me causing me to squirt the length of the bed. I felt like I was lying in a lake.

At 2 in the afternoon he had fucked me and pissed on me and made me squirt several times. He ordered me to make something to eat to be able to regenerate his energy as what I went thru was just the tip of the iceberg. 

I was starting to feel weak myself at this point in the day and asked to be able to rest for a bit. Master denied me my wish as he said my wish that he granted was a day of use and abuse and that's what I was going to get. I obliged as that was what I asked and went on being a humiliated nasty pissy commy bitch. 

By the time it was time to retire to bed for the night I was spent totally. My cunt was totally swollen shut, nipples sore, clit sore. My ass was well used as well as my mouth. Master told me I still had one more thing to go through. This scared me as the tone of his voice was of a devilish tone.

I soon found out that my swollen cunt was going to be fucked and I was going to totally be covered in piss and come before I was able to go to sleep. My cunt was so tight it did not take long for master to be able to come, but to my surprise he was not done after just once. Master came three times total before he commanded me to sleep. 



The Need



The icy sensation of chilled water against heated skin ran through my veins. The soft trickle of a sink filling with a transparent liquid that bounced the light back as perfectly as the mirror before me. A dull hum constantly called from the light above. It's funny how a room so unfamiliar can still feel like the rest. 

I was once more surrounded by the inconvenient conveniences all wrapped and ready for use. Each plastered with the same logo of the hotel's name that I didn't even bother to remember before hand. Now, with these cheerful little bottles, bars, and towels, I've no choice but to burn that little name into my memory. Those sneaky bastards. 

My flesh still burned, glimmering in combined sweat. It was still hard to breathe. My mind was spinning, so many thoughts jumping around. My system completely devoid of alcohol by this point in time. Sober enough to recall my own actions. My state of mind clear to the point of logical reflection. Was it right?

As I hunched before the sink clad only in the dark green towel, my breathe gradually returned. That's it... Slowly... Breathe slowly, James. In, and out...

I rotated the chrome handle on the sink, halting the flow of water. The translucent pool interrupted by the final drop of water sending an echo through the room to match its ripple. While I hunched over the sink, a single hand was submerged into the cold water. With one effortless motion, I splashed it against my face finding instance invigoration. My eyes wide. Blood pumping through every chilled inch of flesh. 

And as I shook my hand dry, I stared deep into the eyes of my reflection. Water still dripped from my flushed face as I lost myself in the moment of remembrance. 

It's easy to say when it all began. But the real trick is finding out how. If this were a film, one would say 'FADE IN' right about here... Unfortunately, it isn't... But, seeing as how I do so enjoy that transition;

FADE IN

That was nice. And now I present you with the drama that, for a moment, was more blissful than a needed breath of air. Yet, for every action, there is a semi-equal, and occasionally opposite (or unpredictable) reaction that I still carry with me to this day... so without any further ado, let us dive in.

Best to start upon arrival, I guess. So, seeing as how it may come in handy, my name is James. I've taken it upon myself to embrace that I am of an age as to which allows me to take risks I know I will not be able to enjoy years down the road. For example; when I was given the opportunity to move to Seattle, Washington for a career I hadn't expected, I took it. My current residence held little to keep me. So I relocated to the Emerald City finding board in the downtown area (to which would later become a mistake if you know apartment costs). 

I had lived there all of several months before I met a lovely woman by the name of Cynthia. We met, we dated, we fell in love. All of everything was fantastic. Then drama began to slowly unfold as, little by little, the world began to shift like I was living in an Etch-N-Sketch. 

First off was my employment. Completely out of the blue, it was announced that the business I had jumped into was now finding itself in legal issues; thus, it was going out of business. Yup, I was about to have no job. But, I kept my wits about me. Cynthia was ever so supportive. I hit the streets and pounded the papers until I settled for what was to be temporary employment at a simple book store a few blocks away from Pioneer Square. 

The job was easy. I'm good with people plus I find myself really enjoying the written word. However, this is where the next big shake happened. To state it properly, once more, I will address the events in the order they happened for that shall be key later.

It was on my first day working I met Jim. First off, I'm normally bad with names, but I found it easy to remember this guy. Mainly because anytime I've met someone who shared my name in the past, it tends to stick in the 'ol memory banks. Instant connection but one you do not address in conversation. That's just lame.

But anyways, Jim was an... okay guy. He could be funny, but also an arrogant dick... You know what? I'm sure everyone out there knows this kind of guy so lets just cut the descriptive elements and say that dude you're picturin' now; that's him. Keep it and let's move on.

So as we continue the story, the important thing to remember is this: Jim came first. (And yes, in a way, this is now metaphoric foreshadowing having no way relating to me)... Moving on.

I had been there for several months now when Jim suddenly announced he was moving on to a different job. Some car dealership or something, I'm not really sure. That's all good and groovy for me for I'd be taking on his position as Floor Trainer. It was going to be a smooth transition in all aspects. However it was then that the third element of trouble was introduced. Samantha. 

We've all seen this girl before in one way or another. Taller than most other women, yet I wouldn't call her an Amazon in any sense. Spunky and sweet. Straight brown hair falling just past her shoulders. She knows her shape and dresses to flaunt that fact, yet not in a way as to which you wonder which corner she works after hours. You can see just beyond the green in her eyes that she still holds insecurities but still can easily crush them were she to find the right means. That's Samantha; beautiful, charismatic, and beautiful again. Oh! And she had a nose ring. You know, the small kind.... I think that's kinda cute. 

Before I get ahead of myself, I want to make clear that I am not someone constantly looking for alternatives whilst in a relationship. Cynthia and I had been dating for about four months at this point so I consider myself committed. And when I commit, I commit. So yes, when I met Samantha for the first time, I did notice her exquisite good looks but I believe my exact train of thought at that moment was along the lines of: "Hey! Who's THAT?!? She's pretty cute... Holy Crap! I left my wallet in the oven again!" 

So here we have this new girl coming in while a seasoned employee is going out. What was to happen now put into motion events I never would have expected. Basically, Samantha was supposed to be my first trainee, but for some reason, Jim took it upon himself to take care of it. He said it was his final duty to the company. I figured he had other motives which were proven true not long afterwards. So he trained her. He said some joke at some point to which she got a chuckle. They went on a date, and just like that, Samantha and Jim became a couple. 

Well months went by and things were fine. Samantha and I ended up working together a lot due to similar schedules. We ended up chatting all the time. For some reason, we became each others confidant. We discussed everything in the book from relationships to movies to embarrassments to accomplishments. Don't ask me why either. I've no clue why we hit it off so well, but I've got two main theories that I believe both play roles. One) Neither of us found the other threatening in any sense due to our equal availability status (we were both in relationships)... and Two) this was the first time we had an outside member of the opposite sex whiling to lend an ear and an opinion to whatever ailed us. What we had in the end was a mutual bond I've never found since. 

It was actually Samantha that I confided in most about Cynthia. We had started off strong and still seemed to be there. I told Samantha (or Sammie as I've also come to call her) about my thoughts of both Cynthia and I finding an apartment together. She thought the idea was nothing but fantastic. It was I who first heard that Jim told Samantha that he was in love with her which I was glad to hear. Her face always glowed in a warm, radiant smile during these moments. The effect was contagious. 

As time went on, Sammie and I spent a lot of time together outside of work as well. She would come over frequently to our apartment for dinner with Cynthia and I. Unfortunately Jim rarely had a chance to come out, but we understood his job was a tough one at times. Time consuming with lots of paperwork after hours... well I actually assume that part. I've never sold cars.

More months passed and now I found myself in another state I had not seen coming. Cynthia and I had begun to lose our passion. The cause for which I could not figure out. It just suddenly, slipped away. Sammie was the first to know to which she confessed to me her own frustrations with Jim as of late. He had been more and more possessive, controlling, and at the same time flaky. He'd say one thing when he'd be doing something else. And to make matters worse... He still hadn't been able to please her in bed. Apparently sex with him was like a vending machine in an earthquake. Full of shaken bottles ready to pop with one touch. (Thus the conclusion to the previous foreshadowing... Jim Came First... and now I shall bow.) 

I will admit that at this time our talks did tread some troubled waters but we chose to handle it like adults. We listened, gave our input, and that was that. I could always trust on her being there for me, as I was to her. Perhaps we were just naïve or in denial but we knew better than to seek more than words from the other. We stayed faithful to our others and expected the same in return. I was the one to first suffer the consequences of such expectations.

So without beating around the bush, Cynthia cheated on me. What's more, she was happier with the other guy. What could I do? I told her to leave. I had already dedicated two years to her by that time. I was gutted and suddenly alone. At the same time, Samantha and Jim had been having their little fights over the same thing over and over. I felt so much sorrow for her, wishing her to move on from him at this point, yet my soul still reeled from its own little fiasco with my now recent Ex. Fucking timing.

So late one night, I believe it was a Sunday, I was hard at work wallowing in my own self pity. I've even got a great corner picked out just for it too. Comfortable for any position but curling into the fetal works best when you've got your thumb in mouth crying to the world. Anyways, so I was depressed outta my mind when suddenly I got a knock at my door. Opening it up I found Sammie standing there arms crossed. I hardly had time to grab my jacket before she pulled me out by my collar.

"Coffee" was all she said. 

We walked down the street in the cold night air heading to our local coffee shop. Unfortunately we hadn't quite looked at the time and found the glass doors locked. With a heavy sigh, we shrugged our shoulders and walked the twenty feet to the next. What was interesting here was it was a twenty-four hour hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. Tough to find yet warm and welcoming inside. With our steaming brews, we took a seat near the window and just talked. I remember her smiles, her tears, and the distant stare we both shared as we'd look out the window digesting the words from the other. Time seemed to just fly by that night bringing us a bit of surprise to find the rays of the sun stretching across our table. 

We must have been like zombies as we left that café. Moving without knowledge as we shuffled over to the bookstore only a few blocks away. Entered, clocked in, and started the day. I cannot to this day remember anything that happened during that shift. I just remember falling into bed directly after sliding my card through the punch clock. Everything else, blurred. Not a big deal though, just a tangent.

So that night, Sammie and I started a tradition. Every Sunday we would meet for coffee at the same location. We'd talk for hours on end, pretty much catching up as if we'd not seen each other in months. After each night, I'd walk her to the bus and then walk myself to my now empty apartment. The times were as good as they could be. I knew if it wasn't for Sammie I'd be another statistic of depression in the city. 

As time crept by once again, many unfortunate events took place. I was almost crippled when rent suddenly increased. I was forced to find a second job to which consumed more and more of my book store time. My meetings with Sammie and I slowly began to dry up. We both worked to keep them, but due to rising jealousy from Jim and the consumption of my free time, they eventually ceased. 

It was at least another month on a Saturday when I was suddenly awoken at 11pm with a call. (before I continue, let me just state I know it's lame to be asleep at 11 on a Saturday night but I had TWO JOBS DAMNIT!!! I was beat. Okay, going back. Saturday, 11pm, Sleep. Call.)

I picked up my chiming cell to find Sammie's name blinking in the light. 

"Sammie?" I slurred.

"James..." She cried into the phone. . 

"Sammie are you alright?" I suddenly found myself wide awake.

I could hear her trembling lips. I could almost hear her tears as they fell.

"No James, I'm not... He left me. He grabbed his shit and left me!" she poured into the phone. 

"What happened?" I asked on complete instinct. 

"He was out late again... Out with some guys at work, or something. He said he'd not go out as much anymore but he still did. He came home still fucking drunk and just started yelling at me! Saying things like... Like I didn't care for him and that I was lucky to be with him... I just can't take it anymore, James. I can't!" I could hear what sounded like the muffled sound of passing cars.

"Samantha? Where are you?" I asked as I zipped up my pants.

"I couldn't be there anymore, James. I had to get out."

"I understand Samantha, I do. Where are you now?" I reassured as I slipped my arms through my jacket. 

"I'm not too sure... I'm on 99...I think I passed Surrey a short ways back... and now Richmond"

"Surrey? Richmond?... Canada?!? Shit you're up in Canada?!?" 

"Don't yell at me, James." She began to cry.

"No-no-no, Sweetie. I'm sorry." I pleaded into the phone as I pulled out a map from my desk. Glancing at it quickly I found her freeway. Trailing my finger across it's surface I found Surrey. Not too far afterwards was Vancouver, Canada. 

"I tell ya what, Sammie. Vancouver's just down the road. Why don't you pull over and rest there, okay? I'm on my way to you."

"... James, you don't have to," I could hear my words already finding comfort.

"I know I don't but I am, Sammie. I'm not leavin' ya high and dry. I'm on my way."

"... Thank you James." She said with a soft voice. For a moment, there were no tears.

I ran out the door with my keys in one hand and a passport in the other. 

The roads were covered with ice and snow. The further north I went, the more the world took to a hue of pure white. The trees stood like ghosts disappearing the moment the light passed their colossal forms. With the conditions as they were, I was able to make it to the city in just over two hours. 

Though Seattle had yet to have it's first snow, Vancouver was already feeling the bite of another. However, there was only one vehicle I could find with only an inch of snow on its roof. And wouldn't you know it, it was her same make, model, and color. 

After parking my own, I walked up to her car peering in the driver's seat. I was just able to note the vacant space before the vapor of my breath fogged up the glass. Where the hell did she go? 

The air kept pinching me with its icy fingers as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I dialed her number and waited. Suddenly a muffled tune began to play from the back seat. I peered through the window once more to see a shadow move. A light suddenly opened as Samantha brought her cell to her ear illuminating one side of her face. 

"James?" she asked through the phone.

I smiled. "Hi Samantha."

"Are you still coming?" 

"I'm here."

I brushed the snow away from the window watching her eyes settle on me. A grin took to her lips as her body quickly scooted over opening the door.

A handle was tugged and the door swung out sending a soft spray of snow across my lap. Samantha laughed her apologies with her eyes still heavy from the tears. I stepped into the car and sat beside her closing the door on my way. 

The world was instantly muted as she crawled up into my arms snuggling close. The moment her arms were tightly around me, her crying released anew as I held her there. Into my shoulder her muffled sobs trailed. My hand circled her back, warming her shaking body. 

I've no idea how long our embrace lasted. She cried and cried until her eyes could produce no more tears. And then finally her composure slowly sank in like a calming wave. She shook from the cold no longer. Her head turned away from me yet her arms still wrapped around my stomach. With one hand, I brushed the hair out of her face watching her cheeks turn to a simple smile.

"Thank you, James," she said softly. 

"Anytime, Sammie." My words followed.

Again we sat in silence as the snow silently landed outside. Tiny drifting flakes floating in the wind. I wish she had left her car on so we'd have some heat but I wasn't about to do anything about it. That would have been rude.

"So, Kid," I said gently placing my hand on her side. "How the hell are we getting home?" 

She brought her legs close to her chest trying to gain more heat.

"I'm not ready yet," she said softly still staring at the white windshield. 

I suddenly felt flesh on my fingertips as I realized my hand was moving back and forth against her side, right at the hem of her shirt. Her partial skin suddenly exposed to me. Less then three inches yet for some reason felt like fire. Her soft flesh still tingling in my fingers. I was startled by this unexpected moment. I kid you not, it wasn't until then that I suddenly came to realize I had some serious feelings for this woman. Yes it actually took me this long to admit it to myself, but there was no longer any denial. That was all it took. Just by that accidental brush of skin from which I still felt the waves of energy. 

A staggered breath suddenly caught in my throat. Carefully, I pulled the hem of her shirt back down covering her completely. 

"Sammie... Maybe it's time we get 'outta this car... How's that sound?" I asked her trying to take my mind off of the 

Her voice drifted up from below me.

"You think?"

I knew I definitely needed the fresh air. 

"Yeah, I do. Maybe a short walk or something. Stretch your legs." 

With only slight reluctance, we both left the car. The temperature seemed to already drop significantly. Though the snow had eased its blanketing downpour, the slight after dark breeze was still stealing any heat from the air. 

As Samantha stood outside of the car she quickly took to rubbing her arms. It was stupid, I know, but I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her. Not stupid because of the gesture, mind you. It's stupid because now I'd be cold. But regardless of that; her teeth began to chatter through her smile. 

With my thumb I brought it up to her face and brushed away the streaks of makeup falling from her eyes. Her cheeks now rosy from the chilled air. 

"Brilliant idea, James," she joked "Now it was much warmer in the car."

"Oh quit your bitchen'," I retorted with a chuckle "Come on."

We walked close together, my arm over her shoulders as she hugged me close trying to keep the heat. The salted sidewalk crunched beneath our feet as we passed lamppost after lamppost. Not a word was said. At times it seemed like we were just following our own drifting breath . 

Suddenly, we turned a corner and found ourselves almost instantly surrounded by late night partygoers. The street was bursting with laughter and music as everyone seemed to hop from one club to the other. I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Lights of every shade bounced off the glass, snow and ice illuminating the street in a welcoming tone. I could feel life begin to pour into Samantha. 




The Need



We continued down the street, passing bar after bar hearing the late crowds drinking it up inside. Then suddenly, as we continued our path, I felt a strong tug from my side to which I almost slipped. Samantha had me by the arm. I was being dragged into either a bar or club... couldn't really tell, but it didn't really matter.

"Samantha?" I asked.

"I need a drink." She said without any emotions as we approached the bouncer. 

His hand extended and she placed her ID inside. I didn't even notice when she pulled it out. He smiled and stamped her hand then extended his hand to me. I just stared at it a moment. Yes, we'll call this a moment of idiocy. So, the minute and a half it took me to final register, like a fool I fumbled through my wallet and presented him with mine as well. He took his time examining it. Frankly, I don't blame him. But after a quick hand stamp and a tip of the head, we walked down the hall into a sudden swarm of music and good vibes.

The club consisted of two large rooms side by side. The dance floor, and the barroom. As we passed through the large crowd on the dance floor, I couldn't help but notice all heads facing the same direction. Following the eyes, I laid my own upon the stage to see two busty local girls with torn white T-shirts. Behind them read a large print banner stating 'Wet T-Shirt Contest SAT!'. good to see they live up to their advertisements. I shook my head and laughed as we continued into the back. 

No less than ten minutes later, Samantha and I were already on our second round. She was dining on Cosmo's while I stayed true with my Bacardi and Coke. It's safe to say that the both of us were experiencing a moment of being a lightweight. But I was fine with that, the less you drink to get buzzed, the more money you save. 

So there we were, Sammie and I tucked away in a booze in the far corner of the bar laughing and chatting like no time had passed since our last meet in the coffee shop. Yet the more and more I listened to her, the more I began to watch her in ways I never had before. 

My heart begin to pound over the way her lips would curl when she spoke. The way her eyes glow when she laughed or smiled or even smirked. How her hair framed her features. Her neck stretched ever so elegantly in ways I had never noticed before. How she loved to laugh but more importantly, could finds ways through expressions or wit to infect others with that very same amusement. 

It wasn't until after her third (my fourth) drink that the conversation slowly began to trickle away. And it's funny, that once one sound seems to fade, the others seem to grow. That's what happened on the dance floor. The music seemed to seep its way into our back corner and suddenly taunt us. I could tell it's lure was working when Samantha suddenly had that look in her eyes. 

"Ah crap," I just stood up shaking my head as Sammie began to bounce with giddiness. We walked out to the floor as an unnamed song pounded out from the speakers. Every now and again, a loud cheer seemed to come from the crowd we were now emerged in. So of course I look up to the stage. Not only are the same two girls up there still, but apparently they've completely done away with the shirts altogether. So in honesty, I'm not sure what the competition was now in regards to because each girl received equal cheers as they danced and did whatever. I think there was a guy with a microphone saying stuff next to them, but I couldn't be too sure... 

Suddenly remembering my company, I turned back to Samantha only to find her own gaze glued to the two topless wet girls bouncing around on the stage. Fuck it, if she's looking, then I'm gonna too. I turned back, and not a moment too soon.

The two girls were side-by-side, and nodding to the.... Yes, come to think of it there was a microphone guy. I have no idea what he said, but doesn't really matter when there are two topless girls on stage. Anyways, so for some reason, the competition turned to basically which girl the crowd liked better. They had fifteen seconds to do... whatever. Dangerous to in normal settings. Hot as Hell when you're drunk and horny.

When the crowd yelled 'Go', the first girl strutted up and began to gyrated and dance. I'll admit, I was impressed, but then again I was also hammered. Needless to say she got the hoots and cheers that one could expect and as the fifteen seconds came to an end, a loud applause from the drunken crowd. 

The Mic Guy said something or another but once more, not important. It was now the second girls turn. The crowd yelled 'Go' and she immediately turned to the first girl. She leaned over, grabbed her breast and brought her teeth to the dark, perky nipple of her competition. There she began to nibble right in front of us all. The First girl moaned in pleasant surprise and grabbed her head pulling her tighter against her chest. My mouth agape. I mean dear god she was going to town. 

And then the moment we all dreaded slammed home. Fifteen seconds had come to an end. Come to think of it, I recall someone throwing a beer bottle at the Mic Guy when he yelled 'Time'... maybe not, but I kinda wanted to.

Well, to no surprise, the Sucker Girl was named the winner and the dance floor filled now with Horny Canadian Drunks. Samantha turned to me with eyes still wide from the little competition and mouthed the words 'That was hot!'. That was moment that made me so very happy. 

The music shifted. The crowd swelled. Under the changing lights Samantha and I moved closer together rocking our bodies in time with the music. And as we moved together, I couldn't help but find myself smiling as I watched her rock and sway lost in the rhythm blasting from all the speakers. Her hips swayed with the melody. Her body shook with the bass. Her hair swung back and forth across her face tracing her collar on every pass. Every time it pulled away, it unveiled the flesh of her slender neck stretching up to her delicate ears pierced by dangling rings. Such an elegant creature she truly was. 

The crowd grew within the constant space of the dance floor, thus pushing us closer together. It wasn't long before we were forced to dance with out bodies pressed together. Perhaps it was the a convenient excuse to get closer. With a laugh, Samantha reached her arms up over my head placing her hand on my shoulders. I in return brought my palms to her waist feeling the sweat begin to slip out of her skin. 

Our bodies were hot. Our blood was pumping. I could feel her legs partially straddling my own. My palms holding the skin of her hips. The tips of her hair now stuck to her skin. Our breaths were heavy. Desperate pants in time with the rhythm. 

Feeling her this close was driving me crazy. I could feel her pushing herself against me harder than I knew she should. Her eyes would lock on to mine with a mischievous look. Not a tear in sight. Slowly she'd turn around keeping her body pressed against mine. Her hands slip behind me pulling me against her. Her back arching upon the curve of my chest. My hand now slipping over her exposed stomach feeling the slight depression into her naval. My lips near her forehead. Our breaths still hard. Breathing as one. 

Then suddenly, the lights flickered. Shouts from the bar were bellowing 'Last Call!' It was like being slapped in the face with reality as she blinked away the moment with a smile. 

"Thank you," I saw her lips say totally drowned out by the still booming music. 

Then with the simplest gesture, she lifted herself up and kissed my cheek. It was as innocent as it could possibly be, yet I could feel the skin still tingle long after she pulled away. 

Our final drinks were placed and received. Back to our corner we went. Sweaty, tired, drunk, and happy. Not a drop remained in either glass by the end of our stay. Sammie even went as far as slipping the last few ice cubes into her mouth to cool down. I'm sorry, let me say that as I really saw it...

She delicately pressed her fingers against a cold, hard cube bringing the transparent chunk of ice from its equally clear glass. Drops of water fell from it as she slowly brought it higher. First they fell to the table leaving a little path, then onto her lap. As the cube traveled closer to her waiting lips, I watched transfixed as a single drop of water melted off the side falling down to her shimmering chest. It splashed against her already wet skin holding onto her heaving mounds. Then, ever so gently, it ran down the inside of her cleavage hugging the skin as it slid out of sight. Yes, you could say I was quite drunk indeed.

The lights suddenly interrupted our dark corner creeping into every shadow. Only a handful of patrons remained besides ourselves who greeted the intrusion with the same squinting eyes of distaste. 

"That's it folks. We're closed," boomed a boisterous voice from behind the bar. 

Very carefully, we gathered our things and stumbled outside. 

Upon hitting the fresh air, the slap of cold hit us so hard it was like a vengeful wife who was just cheated on. As we attempted to stand up straight, the same thought hit us both. There's no way in hell we're driving back tonight.

"Well, what now James?" Sammie asked as she wrapped her arm in mine.

"I think we should find a place for the night." I said looking down to her big beeming smile. 

"Good call," she agreed. 

As we walked across the snowy sidewalk, lights seemed to slowly be turning off from the bars all along the street. Very few people still walked the streets. I began to feel the sooner we find a place the better for fear of walking through the wrong crowd. And then, right there beside us, we noticed a small hotel. 

We took a moment looking at the outside until realizeing we really shouldn't be picky. I turned my eyes down to the woman next to me.

"Looks good?" She nodded her approval.

We began walking up the steps.

"Thanks for coming out for me, James." She said softly. I stopped to turn to her. Her eyes spoke how sincere she was with the slightest smile at the corners of her mouth. 

I reached my arm around her shoulders and held her tight.

"Anytime, Sammie..." I said as I held the door open. "But I for that, I get the bed tonight... You can sleep on the floor." 

Her mouth turned agape in a surprised playful jab. She smacked me in the chest.

"What? I'll give ya a blanket or something!" I continued.

"Bet me! If either of us is sleeping on the floor it's your ass. Last thing I wants a morning wood pokin' me in the leg." 

We both burst out laughing as we walked up to the counter. Five minutes later, we had a room. Another five minutes we were lost in the building... and then, yet another five minutes later, after we stopped off in the lobby for directions again, we were in the room laughing once more. 

The moment the door closed behind me, the subtleness of the room sank in. it was small, but what do you expect? A single bed that was as firm as a tree. A chair next to a boring desk. A simple mirror on top of a dresser, and the bathroom at the end of the room. Quaint, but it's a hotel room. They all look quaint. 

Immediately Samantha walked up to the bed and fell onto it, arms wide hugging the stiff mattress. As soon as she impacted, a slight groan of protest escaped her lips. Yup, hard as a tree. 

"Why would they buy such things?" she groaned into the bed.

I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Well it's a cheap hotel..." I shrugged.

"Don't you know you're supposed to spoil me?!?"

"Fuck that. Spoil yourself. I don't need anything fancy to sleep for a night."

"That's why you get the floor," she threw in with a wink. Damn her.

I couldn't help but laugh as I suddenly became aware of a common annoyance. The alcohol needed out... I must oblige.

"Be right back, Sammie. Try and hold the fort." I said as I walked to the restroom. 

She responded with a 'thumbs up' as she stayed facedown on the bed. 

The moment I closed the door, my beating heart drummed away in the muffled solitude of the restroom. The lamp hummed away above me as I walked past my reflection. 

It was only moments later when my task was finished. The drunken haze already slowly dissolving away. Turning to the sink, I reached my hands up to the spout and turned the knob towards me. immediately a highly pressurized stream of water erupted from the shaft bouncing off my hands. I backed up just in time to avoid the sudden surge launched towards me. with a quick adjustment, the stream became steady. I was definitely awake now.

After cleaning up the watery mess, I opened the door to find Samantha standing right there swaying patiently. Well not so much really for the moment I began to step outside, she rushed in past me almost knocking me away and closed the door behind her.

"Sorry!" she yelled through the door. Crazy girl.

The weight of the day slowly began to sink in. What the hell was I doing? I'm in fucking Canada?!? What time do I work tomorrow? 

I shook my head at the ridiculousness of the situation when the toilet flushed. I had just kicked off my shoes when I heard eruption of the sink followed immediately by a shriek. I hit myself in the head as I remembered I hadn't warned her. Oh shit.

The door to the bathroom opened slowly. On the other side stood Samantha, well, Wet Samantha. Her shirt and face were completely drenched. The soaked fabric sticking to her skin revealing the outline of her bra beneath. Her eyes read both of anger and surprise. 

"Did you fall in?" barely was able to escape my mouth before she punched me in the chest. Damn she hits hard I thought as I fell back laughing.

"You're such an ass James!" she laughed as she peeled the wet clothe back from her skin; stretching it to see the damage. "I mean look at me! you could have told me!" she couldn't hide her smile.

I tried to keep my composure. But...

"I'm sorry Sammie. But you look like a drowned rat." She hit me again. I fell onto the bed rolling in laughter. 

"You punk!" she said jumping on top of me as she rained down the punches. Her legs straddled my stomach as she beat at my arms and chest. I did everything I could to block. 

"What did I do? I didn't sabotage the thing!" I laughed.

"You could've warned me!" She smirked as she ceased her assault. She once more looked down at the damage. Goosebumps already rippled across her skin.

"Don't worry, you can sleep in my shirt Sammie." I told her sensing I caught one of her worries. 

"You're damn right." She smiled as she rolled over off of me. 

"Come on now," she said beside me raising an eyebrow. Her toe tapped as she crossed her arms. 

Rolling my eyes I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn't a chance to throw on an undershirt before running out of the apartment so the button up was all I was clad with. My chest immediately felt washed in the exposed air. I thought I almost saw a spark of something in Sammie's eye's before I handed her the shirt. 

With a smile, she accepted it, and trotted away to the bathroom. The door closed once again and the now familiar hum of the light droned through the door. 

I fell onto my back finding without delay what a poor choice that was. What in gods name did they make these mattresses out of? Steel wool? I tried shifting around but realized I don't think there's any good position. With a sigh, I settled for lying on my side with my back to the bathroom. Damn this mattress of the devil. El Mattresso del Diablo. Yes, that's what I'll name it... I really should learn Spanish. 

It was a short time after I tried to form even more Spanish phrases that the door to the bathroom opened. The hum suddenly ceased as Sammie hit the switch. Only the small table lamp near the bed still radiated its light. I heard her walk up behind me. 

"There's a pillow on the floor for you already," I mumbled to her.

"Nice try," She said as she came up to the opposite side. She hopped up onto the bed. "Scoot." 

I was in shock. I'd never really noticed her legs before that moment. Such fine stemming forms that stretched down to her ankles. I could just make out her hard nipples pressing out against my button up shirt. And to make my situation ever the more painful, she wore soft pink panties now barely hidden just below the hem of my shirt. 

"James! Quit goggling me and scoot over," she laughed. 

Of course I obliged. She crawled beneath the blankets and snuggled into my pillow. 

"Do you mind taking your jeans off?" She asked... For a moment I wasn't sure if I had heard her right.

"um... why?" I was very curious. The more important question is why was I questioning it... 

"No big reason. Just didn't want the fabric rubbing against my legs." She responded. 

Makes sense, I guess. I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Much to my horror, I wasn't as calm as I thought. I noticed now that I was well on my way to a dangerous hard on and if any time was inappropriate for it, I'd like to stake claim to this moment. So, yes, I was quick to slip under the sheets myself. 

As I laid myself down, gently this time, Samantha immediately crept up next to me resting her head on my chest. I felt her leg slide onto my own, only not too high. Her eyes stared off into the wall. Her free arm wrapped over my body. It was nice. Very nice. More comforting than erotic. In honesty, its tough to describe. I laid my had onto her back holding her as she did me. Our breaths now deep and as one.

We lay there in that moment for a blissful eternity. Neither of us wanting to sleep for fear of missing it. Or perhaps, neither of us could sleep period. My hand moved in calming strokes along her back. Hers did the same on my chest. 

My mind wondered to where we were. I was completely aware of how much I wanted this woman. She'd seen me at my weakest and is still there for me now. I knew by her energy that she needed me as well. Call it a gut feeling but this connection we shared was one I hadn't even felt with Cynthia. It could easily be as dangerous as it could be glorious. An unfortunately, there was another factor that was going to be introduced that I knew would tip the scales poorly were it not handled with care.

There was a secret I had not yet revealed to her. Something very important that I had recently discovered but kept only to myself. Not because it was something I was afraid of her judgment or actions... but it was more along the lines of a fear of loss. And I just knew that this woman in my arms was someone whom I couldn't risk losing. 

"James?" I heard her voice say beneath me.

"What is it, Sammie?" I asked.

"Why did you come way up here for me?" she asked.

I searched deep within myself for the answer. 

"I don't know. I just felt like I had to." I said. I could feel my own vibrations of my voice seep from my chest into her. I tilted my chin to look to her. "I think you'd have done the same."

Silence drifted through the air.

"Yeah..." she said softy. 

I felt her press herself against me harder as her leg crawled up my own.

"James, why didn't I find someone like you before him?" she asked.

I don't know why I smiled then.

"I guess we were all taken."

Her head turned up to me, her face only inches away.

"But you're not," she said. Her breath brushing against my face.

"No, I'm not." I held her tighter still, pressing her body against me.

Our eyes were locked as I felt her heartbeat increase. Her hand circling my chest began to knead with more pressure. My own against her back responded appropriately. 

It felt like neither of us moved, yet we did. Like we both tried to fight it, yet pulled the other to us. Somehow, in such a elegantly eternal moment, our lips found each other and met as one. In an instant wave of need we locked in a desperate kiss that turned our blood to fire. The heat of our bodies soaking into each other.




The Need



I felt her weight shift as she crawled up onto my body. Her legs straddled my waist as she held my face in her hands. My own quickly traveled under the shirt pressing into the skin on her back. She felts as light as a feather as our bodies heaved. I could feel her pressing hard now onto my pelvis against my burdened erection. My fingers dug into the soft skin of her back. Our lips remained locked. Her fingers running through my hair. Everything was perfect. So right. But so dreadfully wrong.

I quickly pulled back.

"Wait! Samantha!" I panted. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't know..." 

"Shhh, James. Please," she said with such desperation. "I really need you." She pleaded. He lips again kissed my own. My head spun. 

"You don't understand..." I began once more.

"We both need this James. Fuck tomorrow. Tonight is ours," Her words still rang in my ears as I stared into those beautiful eyes. Such sincerity. Such desire. 

We embraced once more, stronger than before. We moaned into each other's mouths trapping the pleasurable cries. Her tongue passed my lips. Her breath now my own. our bodies rocked together again. Her hips sliding with the littlest moves against my sheathed member. 

Holding her once more, I suddenly flipped out bodies around flinging her beneath me. Immediately she wrapped her legs around me pulling be close. My fingers slipped through her hair grabbing her scalp as we kissed once more. Our clothed parts aching to meet as they rubbed against each other. Grinding. Lusting. 

I turned her head bringing her earlobe to my teach. Tender little bites greeted with scattered whimpers of breath. My lips pressing against her neck biting once more. Such tender skin greeted my tongue. so soft, salty and full of want. 

Slowly, my free hand fell to below the shirt's hem again, this time trailing up her side. I felt her tight stomach rising and falling. The slight bumps of her ribs, and then the sudden curves of the base of her breast. Moving my head back to hers, we pressed our lips together as my hand grasped her breast. Her nipple stabbed into my palm. I gently squeezed hearing her moan in pleasure. My fingers danced around this stubby point. I pinched, pulled, kneaded, and massaged. Her own nails digging into the flesh of my back. 

I slowly lowered myself once more. My hand remaining on her breast while my free one began to slowly unbutton the shirt. As each clasp burst free, I trailed my lips against the newly exposed skin. Her tan flesh heaving beneath me. I took my time before the route was finished, but as the last button was released, I pulled her up and slid the shirt from her body. 

Her breasts were perfect. Subtle, sweet. Tiny dark nipples at attention in the center. Her hands clasped again around my neck pressing her teeth to my shoulders. My hands grazed the skin of her stomach leading up to her breasts. She rocked herself against my lap hard as my fingers pinched each rigid nipple. Her moans vibrated through my body.

I pulled her back slightly, nibbling on her neck. Then slowly, moving my head lower. My lips trailed against her panting body glistening still with water. I brought my face between her cleavage. Her chest rising and falling as she watched me from above. I moved to one breast taking the tiny bud into my mouth. Immediately she arched back with a deep groan. I held her in my arms sucking the life out of that tiny, sharp nipple. Gently rolling it between my teeth. My tongue darting against its stubby tip. I couldn't get enough. 

Her fingers raked through my hair, grabbing fistfuls as she pulled my head against her harder still. We both knew this rapture was only the beginning.

She suddenly pulled my head from her tit slamming her mouth against mine again. As she did so, my hands slipped from the small of her back to the tops of her panties. Her round skin filling each hand. I retreated the movement back bringing the fingers just to the hem and slipped them beneath. My palms cupped a cheek in each hand, holding her firmly on my lap. Deeply, again, I kneaded her flesh. Massaging the muscle. My fingers only mere inches from her secrets between her legs, yet I could already feel the dampness. 

Suddenly I felt her own hand slip down my chest falling straight to my lap. Through the clothe she grasped my throbbing cock harder than I can ever recall it being. She purred her approval which only sent me through the wall. Then quickly, she brought her hand back up to my chest and shoved me against the stiff mattress. 

Onto my back I fell, but not a moment later, her hands slipped into the waist of my boxers and tugged fiercely. With that one, swift move; I had been left completely bare with only my stiff erection and lust to wear. 

She crawled up to me grabbing my cock in her hand as she slowly began to stroke it. Her delicate fingers wrapped around her new favorite toy. A lustful smile crossed her wicked lips as she leaned in and kissed me deeply once more. 

"Thank you," was all she said before turning to my cock and swallowing the whole unit. 

My eyes instantly rolled back into my head as her lips slid against my skin. Her tongue dashed and flicked against the surface anytime she could manage. Her teeth gently nibbling. Her hand pumping the base. The skill was an honest surprise. 

I watched in amazement as her head bobbed against me. Up and down her saliva coated me. Such earnest. Such desire. I could tell she wanted my cum and badly. I wanted nothing more than to provide, I'll tell you that. 

My hands wondered her kneeling body beside me as she worked over my shaft. The way she was crouched down presented her firm ass to me. Happy to return a favor, I propped myself up a bit, and reached out to her. 

My fingers touched her clad mound to which she instantly jumped while fully engulfed with my cock. Gently I applied pressure; feeling her through the thin curtain. I could feel the lips, the hood, every fleshy inch. The fabric had turned a noticeable shade darker with her wet state. Reaching up again, I pulled the waist of her panties down revealing her last secret to me. 

Her lips already pouted out shimmering in the light. Small tufts of dark, trimmed hair sprouted below. I reached out completely cupping her woman hood in my hand. 

"Oh God, James!" she suddenly cried pulling my cock from her mouth. I pressed her harder as she pushed back as well. 

Her hips rotated as I slowly began to shake my hand against her. Whimpers of pleasure vibrated through my cock, which in so doing, brought me more as well. I continued my quaking assault focusing most attention to her clit. Her juices really began to flow. 

Quickly, I dropped my hand down a bit, repositioning so as my fingertips gently parted her. Using just my forefinger, I slipped into her wetness effortlessly as she moaned in approval once more. The hot, wet walls of her canal gripped me, begging me to stay. I was more than happy to oblige. But first... 

I pulled my hand out, then plunged back in, this time with my middle two fingers. The space grew tighter as this greater mass entered. I sunk those digits as far in as I could pressing the heel of my palm hard against her clit. Then quite rapidly, I began flicking my fingers within her. 

"OH MY GOD!" 

Poor Samantha almost choked on my member before she could pull it from her mouth and cry out in ecstasy. She rolled onto her side as I continued to flutter my fingers inside her. Her chest heaved as she pinched her nipples rocking herself against my hand. 

Her lustful scent now filled the air as my cock glimmered with her saliva. 

"AH! OH James! Oh SHIT!" she moaned over and over. My muscles burning from the constant effort as my fingers fucked her as best as I could manage. I wanted her to cum... and cum hard. 

Her voice began to raise an octave. I had a feeling she was close. I continued my task, paying special attention to a certain bump just inside. Her eyes flittered with pleasure. Her body began to shake. 

"Oh, James! Oh I'm... oh FUCK!" she screamed as her knees rolled to her chest bringing her sweet, wet pussy higher in the air. My fingers slid deeper than before as she wrapped her arms around her knees holding them tightly to her. Her teeth bit into her own flesh as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. 

"JAMES I'm... AH!" was all she managed as her squeals of delight suddenly took over as she was slammed with her an orgasm. Every tired muscle flexed. Her breath scattered and violent. She radiated sex as if it were part of her aura. 

As she slowly started to come to again, I took this moment and dove between her legs. No sooner had her eyes opened that they rolled back into her head as my lips touched those below her waist. Desperately I plunged my tongue into her, stretching it into her depths. My chin pressing hard against her as I wrapped my hand around her waist, bringing them up to my face. With my fingers as clamps, I pulled her lips apart finding that 'Special place' up top. With the tip of my tongue I flicked it against the button, triggering every nerve ending I knew she had. Her voice already back to where it was five minutes ago screaming for more. 

My face was wet with her. Her hair brushed against my nose. I sucked, tongued, flicked, and bit as if I were never going get a chance to again. Her flavor was sweet. I only wanted more. 

"James, Please..." she panted. "I need it... Please fuck me!" 

My pulsating erection begged for the same. I slithered up her body, holding myself over her. Her legs parted allowing my stiff member the opportunity to slide right up into place. Our eyes locked as we focused on the feeling. The tip pressed against her, just sliding past her mound. Our breath catching each time. Then contact. The crown touched the moist lips and we freeze. Gently, I rub myself against her wetness. I push forward gently. Her lips part like curtains. A slow, deep slide takes hold of us as I fill her in one push. I'm completely engulfed in her pussy. We fit perfectly. 

Light moans escape our lips as I retreat only inches. Then, back to the hilt I sink. Slowly, with sure-fire strokes, I pick up rhythm. Once more we rocked together. Perhaps in a way we never should, but in this moment; everything was right. 

She gripped me hard as she shifted her hips against me. Biting her lip, the devilish look of lust took hold again. More. She wanted more. I was more than happy to provide. 

Lifting a leg in each hand, I hoisted her waist up. My thrust sank deep as our rhythm turned tribal. I pounded against her locked by our erotic connection. The sounds of our actions echoed in the room like wet slaps hidden my moaning and groaning. If these walls were thin, there's no hiding our actions. 

She felt so tight. So wet. So warm. I needed to hear her scream in joy. I needed to make her cum again and again. Filled with a such need to please her for it must be impossible for her to be pleasing me to this level. Never had there been such fire, such burning desire. I never felt a woman like this. 

She reached up and lifted herself onto my lap. Our sweaty bellies pressed together. Breaths panting as one. Biting the necks of our entangled lover. Her nails dug into my back once more only fueling my hunger to for more. 

I brought my hands to her waist as I leaned back. Our positions had reversed. She now rode me. I lifted her up and down sliding my cock home each thrust. The vice between her legs squeezed harder than ever. I watched her bounce atop me. Riding her lust out. Slamming herself down hard. On every downgrade for her, I'd thrust up with my hips, meeting halfway. The result was incredible. 

I feared my time was running short. Familiar sensations of warning ran through me. 

"Oh Samantha! I'm getting close, Baby," I warned as her lips gripped my fleshy pole once more.

"I want you in me!" She panted. "I'm safe... Cum in me, Baby. Fill me... Oh SHIT!"

Her rhythm began to increase as well. I reached down, grabbing her ass as I sped up my own thrusts. 

"OH SHIT JAMES! AH!" she cried holding onto the bed frame for support. Her breasts glistened in sweat as they swayed in my face.. I locked my teeth around the nipple as I thrust myself into her harder still. 

"HOLY FUCK!" she cried as the sensations swelled. "I'm gonna cum James! Make me cum!" 

I could feel my scrotum begin to tighten

The feeling of semen suddenly being released from their prison. Time was short indeed. 

I could feel my burning cum race through their tacks. 

I felt her walls tighten around me as her mouth fell open.

Our eyes shut. 

Knuckles white. 

I thrust up into her a final time as my hot cum fired off into her like an explosion. Her teeth sank into my neck as she began to scream into my flesh. Her body convulsing in violent spasms as tears mixed with sweat. 

It was like an electric fire coursing through our veins. Tiny black dots clouding my vision while a blinding light burns through. Every sense amplified for only a second. Such passion. This moment of pure, blinding ecstasy. 

Our skin flushed red. We fought to regain air. Still deep within her, we locked in an embrace once more. Like that of lovers only now remembering how to kiss. 

My eyes blinked twice. The soft echo of a drop of water bounced between the walls. 

How could I tell her? 

My sense of fear and hesitation had arose from news I had only received a few nights before. I was to be leaving Seattle. I would be moving away. 

It felt like my stomach fell further than the floor. Am I an asshole? Should I not have acted as I did knowing I couldn't stay with her? 

I had a month. Just one... 

I remember returning to bed. Samantha lie naked already half asleep. Her back turned to me. I crawled in next to her and held her tightly. Her hand found my wrist and squeezed in response. Such comfort. Such deep, honest comfort. Her touch made me forget what I would soon have to tell her. 

Samantha and I had a friendship that would last. We'd always be there for each other even if there were a couple thousand miles apart. 

When put to the test as lovers, we passed with flying colors. But would that transition be worth the risk of losing what already was stronger than anything we'd had before? So very much at stake. Yet our lives were still young. Our wants and desires still called to us. The world waited outside this room, and it was time to finally challenge it. 

If I were to stay, who knows what would happen. Perhaps we'd be together. Perhaps it would work out. We'd be happy... 

But my decision was already set in motion. I couldn't stay, and I knew it. She'd understand. Maybe not at first, but eventually. It's part of this thing I've heard so much about. 'Growing Up'. I believe that's what it is called. But one way or another, I do know one thing for certain... 'Goodbye' will not pass my lips. I couldn't bare live with muttering such a finalizing word to her. Therefore, I never will.

When It all comes down to it, that night was truly ours. A blissful memory of mutual need... and as it turns out, that morning as well... 

FADE TO BLACK

***

Thank you for reading. This story was based on actual events in my life. However, I will state that the more personal elements are the true fabrication. What really happened belongs to myself and a dear friend. Thanks again.



The Need



All the characters are fictional and as such, they do not endorse the use of drugs in any way. The drugs do not function in any way other than a plot and characterisation device. Other than that, enjoy the story. 

-The Need-

Chapter 1. Dreams

Funny things are those dreams. They come in many shapes and forms, but one thing that unites them is that every one of us has got one. Well, apart from those suffering from depression. And I don't mean those self-obsessed asses that wallow in self-pity and, I note, look for a fuckin' loudspeaker so that every available auditory organ could hear them. No, when I speak of depression, I mean those people who don't even want to consider the distant possibility of the existence of sunshine, let alone seeing it. They're so deep in their pit of despair that they don't even realise they're in it. They lose their ability to evaluate themselves, you know, the type of thing where you look at the given situation and basically realise "Oh, shit, it's actually not that bad". With those people, there's nothing else, except for the problem. And gradually, well, the original problem slithers out of the person's head, leaving a track of toxic, slimy mucus behind itself. Remember what I said about dreams and those suffering from depression? Well, it's sort of ironic how sometimes dreams themselves are the very thing behind one's demise.

* * *

I was woken up by a slamming door. The sound reverberated through the metallic structure of the building, but it took a fuckin' long time for it to reverberate into my sleepy brain. 

I opened my eyes and realising that there wasn't anyone with an axe at the foot of my bed, I decided to politely enquire about the identity of my intruder "Who the fuck is here?" was the extent of my courtesy. I somewhat slurred it, but managed to keep my voice as LOUD AS POSSIBLE! Yeah, I sounded drunk, drunk like that short, fat man who sings in his balcony on Friday nights, with a bottle of vodka in one hand for top-ups. Anyway, a voice called back "It's me!" even though it didn't sound as enthusiastic as my drunk, short, fat man's impersonation; at least the voice had a name – Dan. Dan's safe. He - acquaintintin. I yawned. Me, now, sleep. Brain – shut down. 

But before it could do just that, oh why, oh why, oh why did I have to feel fluid trickling down my lips and my chin and my jaw? I opened my eyes, put my right hand to my nose and then looked at my fingers – not again... Half-way in self-delusion, I stretched out my left arm and blindly searched for some kind of tissue material thingy to stop the bleeding, but only managed to knock a few plastic bottles off my bedside table. Brilliant.

I sat up, propping myself on elbows and scanned the hall that was my bedroom. Nothing of use. Then I heard a noise coming from what I called "Come in or Get the fuck out space" – a sort of a foyer, but more like a corridor, though quite wide, squashed between a bathroom and a weird indentation that looked like a giant had borrowed the corner of an otherwise brilliantly square building and then magically come up with a wall that blended in with the other four. Architects... the more walls, the better. Anyway, as my head jerked in the direction of the noise, a strand of my wavy hair fell on my face. I blew it off, but it just fell back, like some cheap joke. I tugged it behind my ear, briefly grazing my green, sparkly stud earring that I had once again forgotten to take out before going to bed... 

As another droplet of blood found its way down the curves of my lips, I placed the back of my left hand to my nostrils and sprang from the bed. I glanced at my bare legs, clad in red satin brief shorts. I pulled a strap of my white vest back up and walked to the bathroom. As I placed my hand on the door handle, I heard another indistinguishable sound coming form the hallway. But one just tends to ignore little noises when one's blood vessels decide to give in and pour their contents out through one's nose. 

I found some tissues in one of the cupboards and placing a few sheets of them to my nose I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way to the hallway.

"Dan!" I called out. The floor was tiled, so it was kind of cold, but I quite liked the feel of glaze against my foot-soles – it was kind of comforting. He wasn't answering. "Are you OK?" I was worried by now. Then I finally could see the foyer. My worry shot off the scale.

Dan was in a black tie, the first three buttons of his starched shirt undone, and a butterfly tie hanging like a rag around his neck. He was sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out, his back rested against the cold looking wall. His face was reddish from crying. His right arm was bent at a forty-five degree angle, his hand holding a pistol.

"Dan!" I called out, almost dropping the sheets of tissue that I had pressed to my nose. I stepped forward, but he warned me off " Don't... come... near me" he growled in between sobs. As I watched his trembling hand holding a pistol, his whole body lying there as if it was already lifeless, the Dan I knew flashed before my eyes.

* * *

The evening I met him was great. It was a fuckin' beatnik rave by the time he got there. I was gracefully sitting on a staircase, holding a suspicious-looking drink in one hand and a foul tasting 'erbal cig' in another. He strode in, all confident (as far as I could tell from the way he held himself), but with a serious expression on his face. He was damn cuuute!

I scanned him head to toe: light blond hair, kind of short, but not shaven, beautifully contoured eyes (though I couldn't catch his eye colour) with arched eyebrows, a prominent, straight nose and firm, full lips, all framed in a bluntly cut face. My eyes drifted to his long torso, the secrets of which were obscured by the t-shirt he was wearing – grey, with writing in electric green on it, that I'm sure was the epitome of wit. Sadly, I couldn't broaden my knowledge, 'cause my vision had gone into those drinks I'd had and the wispy smoke of the cig'. My eyes travelled down his dark jeans to white Fred Perry vintage trainers. Oh, yeah, he was a dream. 

As Dan walked to his left, I attempted to stand up and follow him, but that was when my evening turned form great to bordering on uncomfortable, as I fell back on my ever so sensitive coccyx. The useless tail bones! We don't even need them! It's not like I'm fuckin' planning to grow a tail or something. At that point, I think I would've rather had an extra balance regulating thingy than the stupid, painful coccyx.

And, whoops, the strange liquid was running down the stairs. I sucked a wisp of the cigarette smoke in, frowned, breathed out and looked at my right hand – no glass. I looked down and saw the glass on a step. I reached for it, but, I swear to whatever, the world tilted with me. As I was about tot test my "tilting universe" theory, a friend's hand grabbed me and I was brought from the scientific research world back to the smoke filled room. Hell, I can't actually even remember that. I can only re-tell whatever my friends had kindly agreed to part, though the degree of absurdity to which I behaved depended on who was telling the story. 

And my observing Dan? Well, I could remember that. Kind of. I saw him and actually met him many times afterwards, so I had plenty of time to fill in the details. Five weeks in and he was one of the gang and that little story was something I conjured up one night, when my girlfriends started gossiping about the guys we knew or to be more exact – discussing which guy they wanted the most (for whatever purpose, the use was entirely up to the individual). I figured – Dan's not getting enough exposure, he should get his fair share of behind-the-back admiration, even if it was partly for my own amusement. But to this day I maintain that it was altruism. Well, mostly.

To be honest, I didn't really know him. Sure, I'd meet him in the parties, we'd share a hookah pipe, metallic kiserus and engage in conversations on whatever topics our intoxicated minds would come up with. But beyond that, I didn't know anything about him. Yeah, well, I knew that he was of a similar age as me (at least he looked like he was), that he got into the group 'cause he was friends with one of the guys in the gang and that he could recite Paradise Lost (someone actually checked that against the book, and apparently Dan was correct 99% of the time).

Don't get me wrong – I didn't ignore him or whatever. In fact, I didn't know any of the new guys well. I could hardly ever meet up with the gang outside the parties 'cause of my constant travelling. I was still good friends with the older members 'cause I met them at a time when I wasn't travelling as much, but when it came to the newcomers, I just simply didn't have the time to get to know them. And it was kind of a pity 'cause I could see there were some really interesting characters there. But, hey, that's just how it goes – you can't have everything, but, and it's a very significant but, you can still keep trying and most importantly – dreaming. 

* * *

My head was getting dizzy. "Fair enough, you don't want me coming near you, then I'll just stay here" I took a coat that was hanging on one of the hooks on the wall. I put it on and slid down the brick wall, sitting down in the same position as he was in. I examined him and could see that I'd got his attention. I just had to keep him interested.

"Two lips" I uttered. I didn't really know where I was going to go with this, but I just felt like I needed to say something. I kept looking at him "reddened from the salty waters of sorrow" my eyes drifted to his ones "two blue eyes, with lids to them, like oracles of an injured soul they are". I hugged the coat to my body and involuntarily wiggled my toes – I looked at them, painted in red and I think he did too 'cause when I raised my head, I saw his eyes wander upwards as well. I could now see what my hazy brain was doing – it was wooing him, wooing him to live. 

I looked up – the ceiling was perfect for getting light in, all glass and metal frames, the sky sundered into segments. My view was only obstructed by a network of pipes that ran beneath the roof as if suspended mid-air by an invisible force. My eyelids were getting heavy, each blink becoming slower and slower. "When a dream is crushed" I think my words came out more like a whisper "there's a new dream" I gulped, closing my eyes "to be discovered. You'll never run out of dreams – it's only the will to create them that sometimes evades us. But there'll always be dreams 'cause they're not countable, they're what..." I just couldn't finish the sentence. My right hand that was holding the tissues pressed to my nose fell on the floor and I blanked out. 

But then moisture, sweet, replenishing moisture began kissing my bare legs and face, and my eyes opened. I saw Dan looking puzzled. My eyes drifted to his right hand, no longer holding the pistol, no longer pointing the deadly metal at his head. I sighed in relief. "Dan" I softly called out his name, not that I wanted to sound like this, but I just didn't have the strength. Somehow, my vocal chords couldn't manage a stronger sound. "Dan, will you give me the gun?" I looked him in the eyes – tired, confused and deep, very deep in thought. It was as if the floral patterns of his iris were swirling about mimicking the battle inside him.

I heard a sound. I looked at the floor and saw the pistol slide across the tiled floor towards me. I put my left palm to the floor and felt the tiny droplets of warm water on it. When the gun finally reached me, after making an awful noise, rivalling that of nails scraping a blackboard, I took a glove out of a pocket of my coat and covering my palm with it, I picked the gun up.

I looked up at Dan – his legs were bent, his head and his folded arms, on his knees. I then took a look at my lap – a bloody pile of tissues scattered across it. I picked those up, got up and went to the kitchen area to bin them.

I had to get the pistol out of his sight and so a safe was the logical choice. I walked to one of the walls and took the brick imitations out of the wall, entered the code, opened the safe and deposited the arm. A brief image of Dan slicing his wrists with one of my kitchen knives entered my mind, so I decided to hide those too. When I finished hiding everything that remotely presented the possibility of being used as a weapon, I walked back to him.

He was back to sitting in his initial position, legs stretched out, only this time, his palms were pressed against the glazed tiles. I looked at him for a while, his numb eyes staring at the opposing wall. "Give me your hand, Dan" he looked up at me in a way as if I'd told him that I'll rip his hand off "Come on, Dan" I really didn't know what else to say, so I was just holding my hand out for him to take.

"Look, it's damp in here. I've got a very comfortable sofa bed you can lye down on" he just kept looking at me as if I were the first human being he's seen in years. 

"You've got blood on your face" he murmured. Well, there would've been a lot more of it if you'd had your way, I wanted to retort, but thought it better not to seeing as how sensitive my friend here was. 

"Yeah, I do as you can see. Now, give me your hand" with that, I bent down and took his right hand, the one that held the pistol just half an hour ago. His skin was soft and cold, his long fingers wrapping around my own hand incredulously. I helped him up, though I didn't really think he used much of my strength to get up – I was more like a stimulus for his muscles to contract. As he stood up, I could finally appreciate just how well proportioned he was – with somewhat long limbs.

I looked at him, dressed in the suit and thought he might like to change. Luckily for his suit, I had men's tracksuit bottoms and some t-shirts. 

"Wanna change your clothes?"

"You have anything?" he asked non-chalantly.

"Yeah, I'll just go and get it. You..." I looked at him and wasn't sure what it was that he could do. 'Make yourself comfortable' felt a little too personal. I walked behind the partitioned part of the building, where my bedroom was. Well, when I say a bedroom, it was a bedroom 'cause it had a bed and a bedside table. Oh, and shelves, where I kept my clothes. Windows too – they were good for letting light in, you know. But not at night time - the city lights would sometimes keep me awake. I took out the trousers and the t-shirt, and went to the other side of the partition.

He was standing before one of the numerous windows, looking outside. "It's a beautiful view" I murmured, remembering how most of my guests would remark on that. He said nothing. "I brought the clothes" I dropped them on the white sofa bed "you can go to the bathroom and change, if you want to" he had his back to me all the time, but I could sense his unease, the tension lingering around him. I was doing what I could, I said to myself.

Realising that I didn't look my best either, well, who am I kidding, I looked like a fuckin' prostitute after a night's prowl, I hung the coat back on the hook, and went to wash my face. As I approached the bathroom door, I saw him coming towards me, with the clothes in his hands. I decided to use the kitchen sink instead.

As I washed the blood off my face, I thought about what I was going to do. There had to be people looking for him. I mean, it looked like he was in the middle of something when the urge to come to my house and press a pistol to his temple overtook him. It must've been something bad. As I was drying my face with a kitchen towel, I heard his footsteps. I turned around and saw him wearing the baggy t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Baggy wasn't the word. They were fuckin' massive compared to him. Anyway, at least he had a change of clothes.

"I'd like to lye down" said he, catching me checking him out. I rubbed my face a few more times and then binned the wet paper towels.

"Here, let me take these. I'll get a pillow and a duvet or something" I deposited the messily folded clothes on a bamboo ottoman and draped the jacket over the whole thing. Then I walked to the sofa bed, bent down and opened the drawer that ran the width of the wooden frame of the sofa under the mattress. I took out two pillows, a duvet and then pushed the drawer back in. I then placed those on the sofa and with one swift movement, I opened it up. 

"Your throne awaits you" I tried to inject some humour. It all felt as if someone had died. Well, nearly. He didn't seem amused. 

"Thanks" he murmured and climbed onto the bed. He then covered himself with the duvet and lied down on his side. 

"Sweet dreams" said I and he whispered something under his breath, probably close to 'fuck off with your saccharine-drenched vernacular'. Or something thereabouts. If only I could read minds... How many times have you wished for that? Well, I was certainly hoping for the providence to hear me this time. A bit disappointed, I decided to instead have a shower. Not as good a replacement for mind-reading, but brilliant in its own way. 

The walk-in shower was huge, in proportion to the whole house. After moving in, I insisted on having a bath installed – I do enough of standing during the day as it is, thank you. I'd like to at least be able to lye down whilst I succumb to the pleasures of water. 

But this shower had to be quick. I had a million fuckin' things to do and it wasn't like they were gonna do themselves. Well, I could dream. I could dream of a report writing itself, the keys on the keyboard coming up and sinking down, in and out. "In and out" I whispered to myself. Slowly, steadily, the quilt of the pen rubbing itself across the paper in a curvy, sensuous signature. Shit, was I horny or what? 

I turned the shower off, dried myself and almost turned the handle to open the door. Okay, there was a man sleeping there. Or was he sleeping? That was the question. For all I knew, he could have been looking for sharp objects. Or if he was a pedant, he could have been wiping the tops of my cupboards. You never fuckin' know. Okay, maybe neither of the scenarios was likely, but still... you never know. 

So, I wrapped the towel around my body, tugged a corner under the layers, picked up my briefs and the vest and stepped out of the bathroom. The coast was clear – I could even hear his slow breathing, a sign of sleep, as I'd learnt on numerous occasions. I walked to the room, dropped the two items into the linen washing basket and glanced at the sleeping beauty – though I could only see his tousled hair. Still, it proved his existence.

Then I went to the bedroom, picked out underwear, grey, tight trousers, a white shirt and put all of those on. Not at once, of course, as that would have created a chaos. I then brushed the damp curls that were already relaxing into waves, for which I thanked Mother Nature and went back to the kitchen area. 

I fixed myself some muesli, with dried berry thingies that were meant to be full of magical anti-oxidants, and coffee. Oh yeah, I needed fuckin' forte fortissimo coffee this morning. Or at least the coffee I had in the cupboards. Yeah, that one'll do, I thought. Undeterred by my rapidly decreasing standards, I carefully and skilfully brewed the coffee, which involved a teaspoon of coffee and some boiling water, then a dash of milk and voila, the drink was ready. I then brought everything to the breakfast bar and started my breakfast/lunch.

When my eyes finally drifted to the sleeping beauty, he was a sleeping beauty no more, but more like a sleepy beauty. "Sorry" I apologised 'cause I was actually sorry. I didn't want to have him awake - that only created more complications. But, oh well, it was my own fault. "Would you like something to eat?" I suggested, but he only looked at me like I was completely insane. I quickly finished the cereal, downed the coffee, put the dishes into the sink and then started making him lemonade. Well, a presto version of it. I poured some filtered water into a glass, and then squeezed a lemon, poured the citrus liquid into the water, a few bits of the pulp together with some seeds fell into the glass, but hey, I was in a hurry. Then I added some sugar, stirred the drink and brought the glass to Dan.




The Need...



First time I saw her, I knew I had to have her, to love her, to hear her scream my name. We had been friends for some time now. We had shared intimate details but, had never gone any farther then holding hands and just being friendly. She was adorable, her personality had floored me from the beginning, she was like a woman in my dreams... perfect. She didn't have to do much, that smile lit up my world every time I seen it and those eyes were so illuminating I just wanted to gaze upon them forever. 

I ached to have her, to taste her kiss, to feel her soft skin, to explore her body, to make love to her and to utterly satisfy her. This isn't the first time I've felt this way, there had been many a nights that she's haunted my dreams until I wake up having to service myself.

Tonight she was killing me in that feminine outfit, her hair all done up and everything. I had taken her out to the movies where we had sat holding hands and stealing glances at one another throughout the movie. Then we had gone out to eat at a nice restaurant, which we kicked up conversations about this and that. I even got her blushing a time or two, which was so cute. After dinner we headed to the local gay club for a drink and a round of laughter from the drag queens. I loved her laugh and that teeth bearing smile she gets when highly amused, so sexy and erotic in my mind. Once the show was over we went to the club's dance floor to watch, I pardoned myself making her think I had to go to the bathroom. I instead went over to the DJ and asked him to play a slow song, I didn't really care what song as long as it was slow and steady. I headed back to her and as I got within arms reach the song started. I held out my hand to her, she blushed something furious but took my hand. I lead her out to the middle of the dance floor and closed the space between us. I held the middle of her back and entwined our fingers with the other. We swayed back and forth to the song. I didn't even recognize it nor care. Smiling the soft gentle smile I do, I watched her eyes as she gazed upon me. She was enjoying the dance, as I was and that's what made it all count. After the dance I felt it was time to take her home. She chatted as I drove, talking about how much she enjoyed the night. I was thrilled that she had a great time. 

When we got to her house I walked her to the door, holding her hand. Under the star lit sky I leaned in and kissed her softly for the first time. A sweet, soft and gentle kiss. We said our goodbyes and I turned to go when she placed her hand on my shoulder and asked me if I'd come in for a glass of wine. I looked her in the eyes and knew she didn't want me to go so I nodded, following her inside.

Her apartment was exquisite, homey and filled with personal touches. As I looked around she excused herself. I kept gazing around and petting her cats, beautiful cats. A few minutes later she merged from her bedroom having to changed outfits into a comfortable pair of jeans and a T shirt. God she could look sexy in anything! She went to her kitchen and got out two glasses and some wine. She had trouble opening the wine bottle so I went over to her, taking the bottle from her but while doing so our hands touched again. She looked at me a little embarrassed as I stood firm. I leaned in and kissed her again and that was all it took. Still kissing her I placed the bottle on the counter. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands slid around her waist. We stood there kissing for what seemed like forever until I parted ways with her lush lips. Trailing down her neck, stopping to suckle her throat as I held her extremely close. She moaned and a mere whisper escaped her as she said a single word. Please.

That simple word took my breath away. It made me feel life like no other and carried me away. I kept kissing her neck as my hands roamed over her sexy curves with hunger. I slipped her shirt over her head to expose her bare chest, her breast round and firm. Her nipples perking, calling me to them. I cupped one as I took the other between my lips. Her flesh tasted so good, I could get lost in it as I did. I rolled her nipple, taking it between my teeth to flicker and suckle. Her moans of passion filled the air as she arched herself to me. Only seconds went by before I knew she'd climaxed from my touch. I lead her to her bed not bothering to turn on the light or look around. 

I laid her down and began again to ravish her other breast with my wolfish mouth. My hands roamed her thighs and cupped her mound through the fabric of her jeans. She raised her hips to me and moaned low and rough. I could feel the heat and dampness through her jeans which only turned me on even more. I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off to reveal her erotic self. I kissed her hard as I entered two fingers deep inside of her. She yowled, her walls tight around my fingers. The warm of her core excited me, electrified me and sent shivers down my spine. We found a rhythm between her hips rocking and my fingers pushing in and out. Her breathing was so heavy in my ears and I know I was drenched. She tensed up and came upon my fingers but, I knew by the look in her eyes she needed more. I went down to her, pushed three fingers inside of her and flickered my tongue over her clit. She yipped moans of delight and arched her back to me. I pulsed my fingers fast and hard. Soon she was climaxing again. I slide my fingers out of her and open her folds wide. I lick her long and lingeringly, she whimperd and pleaded with me. She asked me not to tease because she needs me so much right then. I climaxed from the sheer tone of her voice. I dived into her clit, swirling, flickering, nipping, suckling, and loving it. She screams out my name until she finally explodes into my face. I lavish in her licking her juices as she gyrates, quakes and finally goes limp. 

I return to her side, enfolding her in my embrace as she dizzily pants. There is sweat upon her brows and her hair is all scattered. In her eyes I can tell she is thankful and very much in lust with me. I held her for a time, I pulled up the covers to make her warm and have her feel secure in my arms. We both drift off to sleep. It may have been the first time but, it's only the beginning...