1 comments/ 32948 views/ 1 favorites Silence is Golden By: lickmypretykity The lightning illuminates the bedroom startling me to consciousness. Regaining awareness, I fell your firm body brush across my skin. Turning my head I see the definition of your silhouette lying peacefully beside me. Immediately my fingers begin to lightly touch your broad shoulders. The lightning flashes unpredictably causing a strobe like affect throughout the room. With each flash I notice a different part of your perfect contour. The feel of your warm detailed body beneath my small hands turns me on. Carefully I watch your face, not wanting to wake you, just yet. I peel the blankets back, as the repeated flashes brighten every dark corner, allowing me a single moment to gaze your entire body. A smile of pure satisfaction smears my face. The perfection of this moment makes me feel even more excited. Running my fingers across your sleepy face, you roll to your back, releasing a slight sigh. My eyes fully adjusted to my surroundings, revealing your raised pecks, each muscle that effortlessly ripples on your abs. My eyes follow the thin trail of hair to your hardening cock. Uncontrollably my hand hovers only inches above it. Slowly I see the skin tightening, lifting it to a more upward position. Moving my hand down, over the insides of your thighs, feel the raised hairs graze my palm. You are incredible, so handsome. The natural tone of your caramel complexion, and each muscle defined with pure perfection. Focusing solely on you, I haven't noticed just how hard my nipples have become through my thin white T-shirt. Exhaling as I place one hand on your inner thigh, rubbing upward then loosely cupping around your tightening balls, caressing them, as I kneel over you. I hear your breathing getting deeper, as I make you more aware of my presence. Arousing you both, sexually and consciously, with light kisses on your tender lips. Never opening your eyes, I feel your lips form passionately to mine. Lovingly I release your balls, and firmly grip your thick shaft. Beneath my lips I feel you begin to speak. I force my tongue into your mouth indicating that now, Silence is Golden. Maneuvering my hand along the length of your member, still you grow with in my grasp. Once I'm sure you won't speak, I pull my mouth from yours, then search deeply in your eyes for your approval. An inviting grin overcomes your face. You then quickly, wrap your hands into my hair, pulling my full kissable lips back to yours. "No, baby," I whisper, pinning your arms above your head, revealing their exquisite form. "I want to play you'll get your turn I promise." Holding you in place knowing that at any given moment you could easily reverse the situation, If you so desired. But your submissiveness made me feel, bold and less inhibited. Straddling you I maneuver my petite frame over you. Allowing your man hood to rub against my silky G-string. Keeping your hands in position w/ mine. I use my hips to pull your member to an upright position, sliding down to let you penetrate me. But the silky garment between us serves as the perfect barrier. I love the way your eyebrows shift as I tease you. Releasing you the sound of your cock slapping down on you stomach alerts me as to just how hard I have made you. Again sliding my body against yours, my breast tracing up your chest. The drenched material slides effortlessly along your shaft, my hair falling freely. I lay tiny kisses on your neck and ear, I whisper "If I let you go will you behave?" That wicked grin once again parts your lips. Sliding back, I release your wrists. I hesitate to be sure you don't misbehave. Sucking and kissing my way down your chest, circling my tongue around each nipple. That beckons a moan from deep w/ in you. I continue down further to your abs and to the thin trail that truly leads to my happiness. I kiss my way to bliss. Forcing my self in between your thighs, I feel your body tighten as my tongue snakes out, swirling around the rim, just before my lips blanket your thickness. My head works upward and back sucking you, vigorously, firmly, passionately. Tightly grasping the base defining each pulsing vein, your heightened heart beat. Seeing your hands flinch uncontrollably, yearning to touch me, return the pleasure. I become more aware of the wetness forming around my thighs, and my ass, serving as a natural lubricant. Keeping a steadfast rhythm, taking you deeper into my throat. Your hips thrust forward, forcing tears to build in my eyes. Your soft sighs now deep satisfying moans. I release your swollen member just moments before you erupt in my hungry mouth. Your saliva coated cock allows my hand to stroke the length smoothly. Giving me just enough time, to position myself, over your sweaty body. Your eyes only partly opened, watching in wonder Our moans mesh together as I allow your helmet to penetrate my saturated pussy. The warm wet walls close instantly, absorbing every inch. Slowly I feed you inside of me. Again I feel your body squirming beneath me. Reluctantly I draw you from w/ in my creamy coven. Placing you unexpectedly at the entrance of my lubricated ass. Immediately your eyes open in amazement. With out a word I force your dick into my tight ass. The overwhelming rush of pain steals my breath. You see the my pain thru your pleasure and tightly grip my hips, holding me still. "Easy babe," your loving voice instructs me. I know how badly you want to fuck my sweet little ass. Each movement intensifies the pain and fades into ecstasy. Moving and shifting my hips to better accommodate your size, you fingers begin to play w/ my clit. Drawing my attention away from the pain, to the brink of an orgasm. In between moans I warn you that I am close. But you, so drawn into the passion the excitement, speed your rhythm. Without warning your hot cum bursts w/ in my ass. Immediately with your fingers still working my clit, my body freezes as I cum harder then I've ever cum before. Carefully pulling your softening cock from my cum filled cheeks, my lifeless body falls next to yours. We lay speechless side by side, Only satisfying smiles on each of our faces. Sometimes Silence is Golden. Silence Is Golden Comments? Let me know please. No unauthorized use. Romantic-Erotica Dazed with desire I heard my Master's voice, husky and deep with Masculine need, whispering almost inaudibly across my ear. I had to strain, bathed in a sheen of sweat, to understand with my feverish mind what He said "Stay quiet my pet" a command without great volume. The next instant my boy screamed in confusion as it felt the penetration of His thick sex within my aching flesh. 'Stay quiet?' my nerves sang out loud as tears of joy swelled within autumn eyes. 'Stay silent?' my voice captured in a lily white throat cried out. 'Stay mute?' rose bud flesh proudly peaked in the air queried seconds before feeling the heat of His mouth. The lapping tongue knowingly circling the aching peak sent shivers down my spine. Relaxing my form even as the spring of wanton need tightened in the pit of my stomach, my throat opened slightly only enough for berry-stained lips to part and let forth a small mew. He stopped in mid-stroke buried within an impassioned body pinned tightly across our shared bed. A still came over the flexed muscles of His body and my own soon calmed in answer. Feeling the hot fire of His eyes upon my face, waiting with patient strength for my lashes to lift; I slowly obeyed. Uncertain lids, weighted down with lust moments ago are forced to peer at Him hovered over me. Flashes of question flicker within the shadowed darkness of twin orbs for a moment as both pairs of eyes meet, slave and Master. Searching through the intense stare full of maturity and dominance locked upon me. That dominating gaze leading me to knowledge with out a spoken word, easing my down the twisting paths of a mercurial mind. Understanding dawns like a summer's rising sun. I made a sound. Lips part, dampness upon the lush petals drying in an instant as the treasure of my mistake is found in the deep recess of a youthful mind. He sees it, the shine of apology silently proffered. He waits, what will she do? He wonders as their eyes continue to speak mutely. How will she beg forgiveness? As if answering Him, reading His mind, I flutter out the bathing motion of a nimble tongue. Whetting desert-dry lips before inaudibly mouthing 'forgive me'. Tears of shame filling and replacing the tears of passion in captured eyes as a wash of humiliation passes upon my form from the displeasure caused in the One she adores. He looks pleased though, she learns her lesson so easily He thought. Without another seconds hesitation His raging body is given back the reins of control for a thick thrust deep inside. I buck in reaction, literally surprised by the total possession of my body and a soundless cry is released upon a hot breath as I realize this is a gesture of forgiveness. Determined to not make another sound, pearly while teeth reach out to clamp my bottom lip in a physical muffle. The bite almost painful on an already sensitive pout, but its my last cling to control. Deeply He takes my body as His. Rocking in, rocking out, only to press further within waiting loins of a nubile body. Fingertips glide, exploring, both Masculine and feminine as we each savor the moments passing. Tenderness mingling with the almost brutal possession. Velvet heat clamps tightly around stiff hardness, milking and tugging Him deeper within welcoming womb. I am controlled only because He allows it through His command, I realize this with each possessive throb. How submitted I truly am as i push up in a calculated movement intended to please Him. Lips pressed tightly shut along with expressive eyes as delight fills my round impish face. Chin tilting up, body rolling to urge the rush of lava to spill hotter inside my trembling form in reaction. I need release, but I would never ask of it verbally for fear of displeasing Him. Instead my body tells Him by clenching tighter around His sex. Long paint-dipped fingers curling to dig within His back as His arms wrap around to lift me and tighten hold, length to length. "Yes" He harshly commands and I explode instantly. Fireworks seem to explode in my shuddering body, rays of an imploding sun dancing in hot-blooded veins. Sweet honey drippings released to trail over tanned thighs and a full ass barely lifted by His embrace. He groans into my neck, I feel the vibration like a second hot shock. An animalistic growl of ownership, a lion's sound. The curtain of my damp mane brushes His shoulder as He presses a palm to my lower back. The dip of my arching spine was made for His hand, molded like clay, and the almost violent pressure added to my weak body makes the bow of my tingling spine deepen. Fertile hips tilting as every inch of His pulsing cock is taken into its darkness. A burst, a soft male groan, and my loins are bathed in liquid fire. His release shocking Him with its intensity. I cling to Him, soothing with the caress of fingertip as I silently draw shapes of my gratitude for His dominance and more importantly His love. Crystal tears of joy and contentment streak down satin cheeks as our eyes meet once again. Bodies joined, sated, two halves of the same whole, We hold each other throughout the night in soundless sleep. 2004 Silence is Golden I was awake and standing in a crouch beside my bed before I really knew why. My hand was on the electronic lock on top of the gun safe and I was already punching buttons when I heard the pounding on my front door. When you live in the woods, pounding on the door usually means a neighbor in trouble, but the hair on my arms was standing up, and over the years on battlefields both wild and urban, I'd learned to trust my body when it moved into that kind of a primal response. As the black Kimber Custom 1911 slid into my hand like an old but deadly friend, I grabbed a tactical light and headed into the front room of my cabin. The pounding was light, but persisted in a frantic staccato until the door rattled in its casement. A figure was backlit by the nearly full moon. It was a woman or a child, by the size of the silhouette, and since it was pounding wildly with both hands, unarmed, unless the weapon was on the porch or beside the door frame. I advanced to the door without turning on any lighting, inside or out, to maintain my own night vision and to prevent a tango outside from finding me, unless a U.V. vision device was involved, and that kind of thinking was premature at this point, even for me. I flicked on the 2 million candle power tactical light, and in spite of years of training, I recoiled at the visage in the light. I've seen the faces of the fallen, the dying and the stricken in my life, but it'd been a while since I'd seen total abject terror like that on the face of the young woman at my door. Her hair was streaked with rain and mud, and her eyes were wild, darting back and forth in her wide eye sockets as she screamed. At least it looked like she was screaming, but although her chest heaved and her mouth opened wide, the only indicator that she was even breathing was the fog of her breath advancing and retreating on the glass. With the notable exception of her tiny hands fluttering in percussion on the door, the night was silent. She was quite petite; probably not quite five feet tall, and initially, I thought she was a child. Her eyes settled for a moment and she saw me. She immediately looked over her shoulder into the dark forest at her back, then back at me. Whatever the source of her fear, it was behind her and closing fast. Without checking any further for weapons or other persons of interest, I yanked the door open and caught her as she stumbled into my home. She was soaked to the bone and shivering, but before I could even try to calm her, she pulled away, shot under my kitchen table and slid to a stop next to the wall. She lay in a ball, pointing at the woods and screaming soundlessly. The rhododendron beside the driveway shuddered, and a large bearded man stumbled into the driveway. His plaid shirt was torn and bloody, his woodland camo pants were soaked and a large stainless revolver dangled from his right hand. I flipped on my illumination lights, and the front of the cabin burst into near daylight. Not coincidentally, the two outer lights were pointed straight out, effectively ruining the stranger's night vision and blinding him. He threw one arm in front of his face to shade his eyes. "ANNA! Anna, you come out of there right now, or I'm coming in for you!" He shouted, his shoulders rising with his breathing. "You're in enough trouble as it is; don't bring others into this! ANNA!" He took two staggering steps toward the house. "That's far enough, friend!" I yelled. "This is none of your business! Don't take sides, or you will get hurt. You let my woman walk out of that nice cabin right now and I won't hurt you." "I don't think your 'woman' wants to play with you any more, sonny. Why don't you run along and fuck a nice coyote, or something closer to your intelligence?" His face went dark, and he started for the porch. I placed a .45ACP Hydra-Shok +P+ round into the ground between his feet, and he lurched to a halt. "I don't see any way out of this that doesn't involve you dying, friend. Let her go and I'll make it fast!" He shouted, wildness glowing in his eyes. "Better men than you have tried, son. You step onto this porch, and the buzzards will be eating your eyeballs by noon tomorrow." I went to 'low-ready' in the doorway and as he raised his .44 Magnum, I planted two rounds in his sternum, directly into his heart. He sank to his knees, looked up at me and said, "Don't do that again!" His S&W 629 rose toward me again, so I put a round into his left eye. As the back of his skull flew into the trees, along with most of his twisted brain, I quietly said, "OK." I had performed a tactical reload and was checking the trees for more tangos when the little girl flew past me and leapt off the porch. She stumbled straight to the body in my driveway, and began to kick it with great gusto. Her arms flew randomly as the sound of her foot smacking into the corpse blended with the sound of the rain on broad rhododendron leaves. "Hey! Can you hear me?" I shouted at her slender back. She stopped kicking the man in the plaid shirt, leaned forward until her hands were on her knees, and she threw up on the body. She staggered a little, and I jumped off the porch and caught her as she fell. A few moments later, we were inside and I laid her on the couch as I stoked the fire up. I hustled over and got my medical bag and a couple of blankets, then returned to the couch. A quick triage told me that she was no child, in spite of her diminutive stature; she was dehydrated and that her temperature was 92 degrees. Hypothermia is a deceptively dangerous condition, and frankly I was amazed that she hadn't literally dropped over dead from all the excitement. She started to fight again as I put the blankets over her, until awareness returned, and then she calmed and looked down at the blankets. I yelled out, "CAN YOU HEAR ME?", whereupon she flinched and grabbed her ears, nodding. She pantomimed what appeared to be, 'ears OK, can't speak' and motioned for pencil and paper. "Well that will make this easier," I said out loud. As she wrote slowly on the paper, I started some soup on the stove, as well as some tea. She handed the paper to me, and started to shake. "Look, I have to get some warmth into you," I said. You're hypothermic and dehydrated, so let's start with some tea, and then we'll move to some soup when it looks like you're not gonna throw it up." I gave her some tea, and she poured it out into her mouth, and then tipped her head back. I was thinking how weird that was when I started to read the note. 'Kidnapped a while ago. Don't know what the date is now but he got me April 13th. Got away two nights ago. What do we do with body? "Jesus Christ, Anna," I said. "October. It's October 20th. The fucker had you for over 6 months. We've got to get you well; there are tons of people worried about you. I don't find myself in this position often, but I'm speechless." "Me, too," I think she said. She motioned for the pad. I noticed with a shock how she held the pencil. Her thumbs were missing I was the perfect target. Homeless for about a year, since I got out of college. Out of money, I went to a Library and advertised in the Adult section of Craigslist as a 'personal masseuse'. Drugged me, and I woke up in a house in Lebanon, I think. I fought every chance I could, and he finally sedated me and clipped my cords and took my tongue out. When I picked the lock in my room, he took my thumbs away and told me that the next time I would lose more. He is ,or was, a doctor, that's for sure. Nobody missed me. There's nobody left. I read her note. When I looked up, her face was turned down and she was shivering. "Anna, I need to get you into a warm bath, and then get some soup into you. Can you stand?" She tried, arms shaking as she attempted to rise, and then shook her head. "Is it OK if I help you get into the bathtub?" She looked at me and nodded. I slid my arms around her and stood. She placed her head on my shoulder as we made our way to the bathroom, a frown crossing her face as she found the tears on my cheek. I sat her gently on the edge of the tub and started the water. I have an instant on heater, so the water was hot right away. I checked the temperature as it started to fill, since warm to me might be uncomfortably hot for her. I knelt before her and began to unlace her boots. They came off hard, probably because they hadn't been off in quite a while. In addition to the smell that hammered its way into my sinuses, there was an extra sock wadded up in the end of each boot. When I took her first sock off, I found out why. No toes. Either foot. I looked up at her, rage in my heart, and she pantomimed running with her fingers and then shrugged her shoulders. "I've never been glad to have killed a man before today, but I think I'll sleep just fine tonight," I said. She nodded slowly. Her jeans were next. They were torn up enough that I didn't think they were savable, and they smelled like feces, which proved to be the case. I guess captivity is not kind, even if it's in your own country. She wore no panties, and she was filthy front to back. It took a couple of washcloths to get the worst of it, and I stripped her shirt off next. Her small breasts showed signs of starvation and dehydration. They sagged, like empty little sacks, nipples large and cherry round, pointing to the floor. I held her under the arms, and she sighed as I lowered her into the bath. Her eyes were closed, and stayed that way as I bathed her. The scars on her hands were light pink and healed nicely, and as I lifted her arms to wash them, she curled her fingers around my hands. Her armpits and lower legs were covered in fine black hair, but I felt it was asking too much to go there right now. Besides, for some reason, I liked the look. I partially drained and refilled the tub a couple of times over the next hour.until the water stayed clean, and by then she was starting to look a little flushed, so I retook her temp with my infrared ear scanner and she was up to normal. I rinsed her hair one more time and added some conditioner, then rubbed it slowly. Her head got heavier and heavier until she was asleep. I rinsed her off with the shower flex hose and lifted her out of the tub, barely waking her. I tucked her into bed, leaving a thermos of soup out in the bedside table, along with a cup and spoon. Early in the afternoon, I put on my favorite holster, a Milt Sparks "Roadrunner", snuggled the Kimber into it and stepped out onto the porch to deal with our unwanted intruder. He was gone. The rain had stopped, and the sun was warming the ground in spots to the point that there were little fog banks rising up from the forest floor. Through one spot near the Douglas fir with the blood splatter on it, I could see that there was a drag trail heading into the forest to the left. Only a few animals in this forest were large enough to move a 250 pound body. One was a black bear, but a bear was more likely to consume the body in place. The little helper I was betting on was a cougar. I'd seen a fleeting glimpse of a nice healthy male a few weeks back, and I believed that the blood trail I was following was going to take me to the same animal. I proceeded very slowly, placing my feet carefully on the damp forest floor. After twenty minutes of tracking covering over a mile, I moved around the base of a tree and the largest cougar I had ever seen was twenty feet away from me. He had the dead man's neck in his jaws, and his golden eyes bored into me with unbelievable focus. I backed away slowly, keeping the animal in sight, and shortly he began to consume the body. His eyes never left me, and he growled softly as he chewed, tearing great strips of flesh off the body. I made a GPS waypoint where I stood, so that I could return later to see if there was any evidence left, but as it appeared in the moment, I wouldn't have to worry much about being found with a dead body. I would, however, make sure that the parts with bullet holes were never found. The return trip to the cabin was faster, but I admit to looking over my shoulder much more than I normally would have, not wishing to feel the three inch fangs sinking into my neck after a majestic pounce. Anne was still asleep when I got back, so I flopped out on the couch after locking up, and soon sleep overcame me. I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon. Anne was in the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of workout shorts cinched up around her tiny waist. I sat up and stretched, and before I'd finished, she was next to me, a cup of coffee carefully gripped between her thumbless hands. I took it from her, and my thank-you was answered with a shy curtsy. She pointed to the table, where two places were set. A legal pad covered in writing sat next to one of them. I really don't know where to begin. What do you say when a stranger saves your life and then treats you like a beloved friend? You could have turned away from me, or let the monster take me back, preferring not to get involved. You treated me like a princess last night, and I don't know the last time I felt secure, let alone as if I had a guardian with me. I appreciate beyond my ability to express the kindness you've shown me. I also know that I'm in the beautiful home of a man who is used to solitude , so if you'd like me to leave, all you have to do is say so, and I'll be on my way. On the other hand, I don't take up much room, I guarantee I will never raise my voice to you, and you'll never catch my with my thumb up my ass. With sincere appreciation, DeeDee Holmes p.s. his name for me was Ann. I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me that. I sat and read her letter over again, impressed with the cojones it took to write it. Sometime during my reading, DeeDee had stopped cooking and stood looking out the back window as if she didn't care what the outcome of the letter was. Her body language betrayed her, though. She was about to fly apart. I stood, laughing at the last paragraph, and as I walked up behind her she turned toward me. "DeeDee, I want you to know that you owe me nothing. I did what any man worth the name would have done," I said. Her head shook violently side to side, and she pointed at me. Her mouth formed the word 'you', and then she shook her head side to side again, and mouthed what I felt was 'nobody else'. "What I'm trying to say is that I am not solitary by nature, but I do have baggage along with me; leftovers from two wars and countless skirmishes. I was a Navy seal, and then a mercenary. I've done things I wish I hadn't, and they haunt me, sometimes to the point of near-insanity. You need to know that you would be doing me as much of a favor as anything I've done for you. I think you're real special, and I'd love to have you stay until you want to go." By this time, she was vibrating in excitement, her hands clasped as if in prayer. I took her hands in mine and said, "You don't have to pick up for me, or cook for me, or anything, though, OK? And by 'anything' I mean sex. You especially don't owe me that." She came to me and wrapped her arms around my hips; her head resting against my chest. I figured her height at 4' 6" and her weight at around 80 pounds. I stroked her hair. "Your hair smells good," I said. 'Thank you', she said silently. She pointed at the table, and we both sat down. She put a small forkful of scrambled egg in her mouth, then tilted her head to chew it. She realized that I was watching her and ducked her head. "It doesn't bother me, DeeDee. If you wanted, I'd chew it for you like a momma bird and then yak it up for you." She made a face at that, and then took a drink of OJ. DeeDee took the pad back and wrote for a while. I watched her write and couldn't help but smile. She was very pretty even without makeup, her attitude was unbelievable, considering what she'd been through, and her penmanship was already better than mine, although that wasn't saying much. She slid the pad to me and smiled. "You're even prettier when you smile. I hope to make that happen a lot more often," I said. She clapped her hands and beamed at me. A couple of things I need to figure out, OK? 1.What's your name? 2.I can't be here if I don't earn my keep. Please let me help you. I promise not to try to change things if you don't want me to. 3.If you have a job, maybe I can help you do it. 4.I need some clothes and stuff. How can we get it and how can I pay it off? 5.What happened to the body? "That's fair enough, DeeDee. "To answer your first question, my name is Ioan McKenzie. It's spelled 'I-O-A-N' and pronounced 'Owen', though. My family is from Scotland; in fact my father was a first generation Scottish-American. I grew up just a couple of hundred miles from here, in Ashland, Oregon. I joined the Navy when I was 17 to get away from my dad, who was a proud alcoholic. I went to BUDS when I was 20, made the Teams, and stayed in as a SEAL for 22 years. Spec-ops is a young man's game, so I retired. For the next ten years, I was an "Executive Problem Solver", which is to say a mercenary executioner under informal contract to various governmental agencies, and got out of it a few years ago. So, to answer your unasked questions, I have killed people; actually, I have killed a lot of people, but every one of them was a monster in their own right, kind of like the guy who was chasing you last night. In fact, 'Flannel Guy' wouldn't have even made the short list for the bad guys I've been asked to take down. It's not your average life, but it worked for me; I would understand if you found it less than acceptable." "As far as things you can do around here, we can run this place together as partners for as long as you want to stay, and anything you would like to do is more than welcome. Partners means we make decisions together." "Third question; I have been paid a fairly obscene amount of money to do some fairly obscene things, so I don't have to work, which means you don't have to work either." "Fourth question. We are about 50 miles from a couple of big cities, Salem and Eugene. I could drive us both to the nearest truck stop and get you an outfit you could go out in, and then we'll go shopping, OK?" That got me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug. "Go easy on me, girl. I'm just little!" I blurted. "Now as for the last question. 'Flannel guy' was due for a burial this morning, but when I went out to deal with him, I found that a cougar had beaten me to it. When I made eye contact with our furry benefactor, he was happily munching on 'flannel guy's' head. I'll follow up in a few days to make sure he didn't leave any leftovers, but for now there are no skeletons in our collective closets." The trip to the truck stop was uneventful, although DeeDee insisted on giving money to all the street people she saw. I guess I'm going to have to put a box of dollars in the Land Rover. I got her a pair of jeans, some cheap tennis shoes and a "Peterbilt" t-shirt. I left her in Victoria's Secret for a little while, gratified that the teenager who helped us didn't seem to mind that DeeDee couldn't speak. She actually seemed to think it was a game. I gave the girl a thank you hug and a $100.00 tip when I got back, and mentioned her to her manager, who made a big fuss over her. When I left, I put the Land Rover keys in DeeDee's pocket so she wouldn't worry that I'd leave her. She didn't make a big deal out of it, but I could tell that she appreciated the thought. I strode over to the Apple store and bought her a Macbook Pro like mine. Partly because I wanted her to be able to surf the internet, and partly because the Macs all have a voice synthesizer built in. All in all, she got a lot of clothes and other girl stuff, and I got to make her happy and forget for a while. Believe me, forgetfulness is a gift, and you take it when you can get it. Silence is Golden We stopped at Burger King on the way back to the cabin, and her smile faded for the first time all day. Eating a burger is a bitch without thumbs. Try it some time. I ended up feeding it to her in the Land Rover, which was more fun than I thought it would be. As I aimed for her mouth, her hand found its way to my thigh, and I thought that was nice. When we got home, there was the inevitable fashion show, with much oohing and aahing on my part. I noticed that the Victoria's Secret stuff did not make an appearance, which was fine. I was beginning to feel a fondness for this little woman that I hadn't experienced in a very long time, but the last thing I wanted to do was to push her too far, too fast. The after show hug was great, though. We watched the "Blues Brothers" and she fell asleep on my lap. Several weeks went by uneventfully. DeeDee filled out with good food, fresh air and all the support I could give her. Her hip bones smoothed out, and her little boobs even filled up a little, at least as far as I could tell. I hadn't seen her without clothes since a couple of days after she arrived, and I felt it was all part of the healing process. I had picked up some Nordic hiking poles for her at the REI in Eugene and modified them so she could hang onto them. It helped her navigate in the woods better. Her walk had improved to a point, but she still had problems with balancing and going uphill. At her insistence we had visited the site of the cougar's big meal, and I'd gathered up the shattered sternum and dropped it into the hollow shell of a lightning-struck tree several miles off the beaten path. There had been very little left of 'flannel guy', so apparently the big cat was thorough and hungry. DeeDee stood quietly for a long time as I worked in the little clearing. She didn't try to make contact with me, and I was so busy I didn't really notice. When I stood up from my cleaning, she was sitting on a log in the sunshine. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, and her head was tilted up to the sun. Her face was a little dusty, and there were streaks in the dust from her tears. She was smiling. It made me feel so good to see her smile all on her own that I didn't really know what to do, so I just stood there and smiled too. A Blue jay cawed, and the moment was gone. She looked up at me smiling at her, spread out her hands and shrugged. "You're gonna be all right now, aren't you Dee?" I asked. She nodded slowly, and then stood and came to me, reaching her hands up for a hug. I picked her up and held her in my arms like a baby. She pressed her face to my neck and kissed it, then put her lips to my ear. The faintest sound came from her pretty face, and the warmth of her breath gave me goose bumps. "Aahh Fih aah uhhff ooo, Owah." I nearly fell over. "Did you just say that you thought that you loved me?!" She nodded. "I love you too, DeeDee." We kissed gently, and started the long walk home, her tiny hand in mine. It was dusk when we make our way up the steps to the porch of the cabin, and the sun had just set as we came back out on the porch to have dinner. DeeDee had her usual cocktail of processed fruits and veggies, along with part of my beef enchilada. Food had pretty much lost it's magnetism to her, since without a tongue nothing had a taste, although smells had become even more precious to her. She was still a little self-conscious about eating, since it required a lot of head movement and a fair amount of smacking. I never said anything, and we'd moved ahead. I looked over at DeeDee, sitting on a chair facing the sunset. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted to the side. She was using her right hand to move some food into her teeth from the cheek side of her mouth, and a big glob of sour cream was on her lower lip. Without thinking, I scooped it off with a finger. She opened her eyes and went cross-eyed looking at my finger in front of her face, which made me chuckle. DeeDee looked up at me; eyes still crossed, and shrugged her shoulders as if to ask, 'what?' I laughed out loud and said, "Open." She opened her mouth and I put my finger in. As I pulled it out, I changed my mind and slid it in again. DeeDee put her hands on my wrist and held my hand still, then pulled my finger in deeper. Her eyes closed again and I felt the most remarkable thing. There was something moving rapidly in her mouth. She had pulled my finger in deep enough that she was able to reach it with the tiny bud remaining of her tongue. It fluttered against my fingertip like the beating of a tiny wet moth. I groaned and felt my cock begin to swell. DeeDee sucked my finger in and out a couple more times and then pulled my head toward her face. I kneeled in front of her as she brought my lips to hers and kissed me. My tongue slid against her lips and she pulled hard on the back of my head. I slid between her lips and found her tiny tongue stretching toward mine from the floor of her mouth. It felt like it was the size of a golf ball or smaller, and it moved with frantic speed initially and then went still as I explored it. DeeDee's breath had begun to shorten until she was panting through her nose, still keeping a grip on my hair. My hands slid down her back and found her ass, and I slid her onto my thighs and stood. She wrapped her legs around me and began to grind her pelvis against me. I could smell her arousal rising between us, and it made me even harder. I lifted DeeDee's shirt at the back, and she help her arms up so I could take it off. She fumbled with her bra, still panting and staring right at me. "Can I get that for you?" I asked. She nodded her head quickly and pinched her nipples through the fabric with the back of her knuckles. I unsnapped the front and she flipped it off. Her nipples were the size of blackberries and a deep purple in color, all pebbly and swollen. Her breasts hadn't really recovered from her starvation, and remained mostly empty little sacks, but I found them irresistible. I sat her on the porch railing and dove toward them, pulling the left one completely into my mouth, as I flicked the big nipple with my tongue, her breath barked out in a hissing, "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!" She stood between my thighs and dropped her pants and panties. Her musk swam up to me, and I looked down to see her shaven pussy, big dark lips shaking back and forth as she moved. A drop of her slickness fell from her pussy as I looked, the pearl of moisture hanging on a thread a foot long before it dropped off onto the porch. I unfastened and stepped out of my pants and shorts, then stood, steadying her as she hopped up on the porch rail. DeeDee's eyes bore into me like deep brown lasers as her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. Her nipples shook with her heartbeat and silver ooze fell from her fat pussy lips to the ground on delicate ropes. She was the epitome of lust and beauty to me. "I have never seen anything in my life so beautiful and erotic as you right now, DeeDee. I am the luckiest man in the world." She smiled and dropped her head in shyness. She looked up, her eyes smoldering with heat, and whispered, "Fuh. Muh." She didn't have to tell me twice. Eyes still locked, I stepped to her and she took my cock and guided it to her center. I looked down to see her dark lips spread around the head. I picked her little body up and slid her onto me. The heat from her pussy was intense and she was so tight I thought I might have to pull her down to engage her, but inch by inch, her body pulled me in. When I was sheathed completely, she clenched her muscles and I thought my dick would implode. I sat back onto the couch and looked up at my girl. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth hung open as she panted. The remainder of her tongue was in constant motion, and it made wet sounds I found very appealing. DeeDee's hips bucked gently as she rode me, and my hands found their way to her little wiggling tits. I took a fat nipple between each of my index fingers and thumbs and pulled gently. Her eyes opened and a ferocious smile lit her ace as she nodded her approval. Her vise pulsed around me and it felt like my dick was getting pulled off every time she raised her hips. "Getting close..." I said through clenched teeth. DeeDee jumped off my dick, her pussy making an audible Pop! She slid off my lap and pulled my penis into her mouth in one fluid motion. Her little tongue found the end of my cock and fluttered around my pee hole like a bee, then circled the head incredibly fast. Every couple of seconds, she slid my dick out to her lips and ran them up and down the outside while pumping it gently with her hands together, since it was too big to grasp without thumbs. She plunged it into her mouth again and battered her tongue nub against it again, and I felt my balls rise up. DeeDee felt them too, and opened her mouth wide, tongue bud fluttering like an enraged hornet on the end of my cock. I convulsed, my hips driving the air in spasms as she swallowed, her mouth still open wide. I caught my breath for a moment as she pulled her lips tightly from the base of my cock to the end like a beautiful wet squeegee. In a moment, she was on the couch, her legs spread impossibly wide. Her pussy was pulsing and making squishy sounds, and the inside of her thighs were shiny with her fluids. I put my thumbs on her fleshy labia and spread them apart, revealing a bright pink clitoris with a tapered head half an inch across. I licked from her little rose up to her clit and sucked it in as she inhaled sharply. Simultaneously, I slid my middle finger into and found the rubbery little boat of her G-spot. As I laved her clit, I beckoned her to come with the deep thrust finger, and in only moments, I heard a quiet, desperate chanting whisper from above me. "Fuh muh, fuh muh, fuh muh, FUH MUH... FUHHHHHH!!!!!" With that, her pussy clenched onto my finger and she filled my mouth with nectar. Her hands shook as she clenched them in my hair and her head rolled back and forth on the back of the couch. As I observed her through half shut eyes, and as she gathered herself her face broke into a satisfied smile. It absolutely transformed her; her face was stunning in a whole different way than the many different aspects I'd seen before. I gathered her into my arms and pressed her head gently into my chest. I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "DeeDee. I know that I'm damaged goods, and I don't know whether I'm Mr. Right for you, but I can't imagine staying on this earth without you in my life. Would you marry me?" Her head rose up from my chest and as her hair swept away from her eyes, they were wet with unshed tears. She pulled me to her and kissed me tenderly. She released me and leaned back. "With everything in my heart, Yes." She mouthed. Her response was silent, but my heart heard with crystal clarity. Silence is Golden I recently had to upgrade my computer and decided to sort through my hard discs to see what I wanted to keep. I found myself reading my diaries which I have been keeping over the years and they brought back some very sexy memories. If I were being honest as I still see some of the women involved my memory did not need much of a jolt to recollect the events as they had crossed my mind from time to time This made me think why keep a diary if you do not want others to share the memories. Somehow leaving them for my children does not seem to be a good idea, so have decided to share them with you. Hope you enjoy the first instalment. I have changed some of details to protect the innocent, and those not quite so innocent. I have padded out the diary a bit but it is amazing how much pleasure the memory can recall after a few pointers. This is going back a few years to when my partner and myself were living in Cheltenham. I have an idea you are not too interested in my details but suffice it to say at the time I was 40, average build, good job and keen to have as much fun as possible which included trying to persuade my partner Sue to be more adventurous in the sex department. Don't get me wrong Sue was happy to dress to please and do pretty much what ever I wanted as long as it was confined to the house and did not involve anyone else, although talking about the possibility during sex always seemed to get her excited. Sue was 34, 5' 6" tall great looking, great body, stunning 38DD breasts and without trying has that air about about her which makes all men think she is on the prowl for sex. The funny thing was that Sue had never slept with anyone else me since we got together. Being 40 we found ourselves being invited to a number of parties for my old school friends to celebrate the big four 0. I was still a little surprised to receive a message through an old school site from an old class mate's wife inviting us to Martin's 40th in Marlborough. I mentioned it to Sue and she said "Why not it will give us a chance to let our hair down on the basis you have not seen Martin for years you are not likely to see him soon." I assumed that Sue was suggesting this would be a good chance to have plenty to drink without having to worry about saying or doing anything she might regret. Sue is inclined to get a little flirtatious when she has a lot to drink, although that is all it has ever been. I sent the message accepting the invite. The Saturday of the party arrived and after getting ready I left Sue in the bath and took the car to the garage to fill up. When I got back and opened the front door Sue called out "Nearly ready, be down in a minute." All right it was not a minute but when Sue came down complaining about the wait never entered my head. Sue looked stunning, she had on a new red leather jacket and skirt, the skirt was tight and short, a tight white silk blouse was under the jacket, fishnet stockings and 4" red stilettos completed the outfit. Thanks to the shortness of the skirt I had noticed the flash of bare flesh above her stockings as she came down the stairs. Sue had applied her make up more heavily than normal giving her that sexy slightly tarty look. I think my jaw dropping and my standing there open mouthed said it all. Sue just said "Let's go." I held the door of the car open for Sue as she got in giving me another chance to see just how short her skirt was. Sue turned the music up loud, having first made sure I had plenty of opportunity to see down her blouse as she searched for a CD, that blouse was tight, her bra was very sheer and low cut, she had left more buttons undone than modesty would dictate -- again no complaint from me. We drove to the party without saying a word, Sue had reclined the seat a bit and had her head back and her eyes shut. I had my eyes wide open, just wish I could say looking at the road but mainly trying to catch more glimpses of the sexy woman sitting next to me. When we pulled up in the car park outside the club where the party was being held Sue waited for me to open her door then as she got out of the car put her arms around me hugged me tightly and said "Coming to Martin's party has reminded me I had promised myself that when it was your birthday I would give you an extra special present, I didn't get a chance on your actual birthday but I am going to give it you tonight." With that she was off across the car park heading for the club, I hesitate for a minute checking to see how obvious my hard-on was, it had been there since Sue had walked down the stairs back at our house. I thought what the hell and ran to catch up with Sue. There were the usual, shouted above the music, introductions once we were in the club and I tried not to look like the Cheshire Cat at all the stares that Sue was getting. I knew from the look on Martin's face that he was thinking I was one lucky man. I am certain he had a number of other thoughts but not about me I think they were about what he would like to do with Sue. Martin's wife just kept looking at Sue with a look of contempt which turned to jealousy as the evening went on. Sue was drinking a lot more than usual. She seemed to be enjoying all the attention she was getting from various men and the more attention she was getting the happier she seemed. I just stood by the bar and watched as a series of men asked Sue to dance. I have told Sue how much I enjoy watching her flirt knowing that I am the one who gets to take her home, although in our bedroom fantasy that was not always the case. I thought she was playing up for my benefit and I that once we got home I would fuck her like crazy. At about midnight Sue went to the toilets and returned coming up to me and putting something in my hand, I looked down and realized she had given me her rolled up bra which I quickly pushed into my jacket pocket. Even in the semi light of the nightclub I could see from their faces that several men and women near by had seen Sue's present to me. The women seemed shocked, this was not the sort of thing women they knew would do, the men all seemed to be trying to see what the lack of a bra was revealing. Their stares became even apparent when Sue took one of my hands and thrust it into her blouse where I fondled her breasts for several seconds. Sue backed away from me, which resulted in another button on her blouse coming undone so that her nipples were on view to anyone who wanted to look at the gap in her blouse caused by her heaving breasts. Sue then removed her jacket and handed it to me. Sue might as well have been topless, but somehow the fact that she was not just made the effect even more erotic. Several men stepped up to her and asked for a dance and she obliged a number of them taking delight in not backing away as they thrust up against her and allowing them to fondle her breasts. Martin asked Sue for a dance and followed the example of the previous dance partners in letting his hands wander and taking every chance he could during the dance to rub his crotch against Sue. The man next to me at the bar said "From the looks Martin's wife is giving him I don't think he will be getting a birthday present from his wife. That sexy slut he is with should be grateful that looks can't kill." I looked over at Martin's wife and could see what he was getting at, this and the fact that he had not picked up on Sue and I being together made me laugh out loud. It is strange how we men become oblivious to most other things and people when they see a hot woman After about half an hour Sue came to me and took her jacket from me, put it on and said "Lets go." Once at the car as I held the door open for Sue, as she turned towards I realized she had undone the remaining buttons on her blouse. As I got into my seat I saw that she was removing her thong which she then threw onto the back seat of the car followed by her leather jacket. I stared at Sue in disbelief, here I was sitting next to this hot sexy woman, her blouse undone exposing most of her breasts to the World, leather skirt pulled up to her waist, legs wide open. Sue always has a smooth pussy and I could see her juices on her pussy lips from the lights in the car park I just hoped that there were no speed traps between Marlborough and Cheltenham as sure as hell I was going to trigger then given the speed I would be travelling to get home and Sue's state of undress would take some explaining. On driving from the car park my left hand homed in on Sue's clit, I could not believe how wet she was, I continued to play with her as we drove along, cursing every time I had move my left hand to do a gear change. By this time Sue's leather seat was swimming in cum and her pussy was making lovely squishing sounds as I worked my fingers in and out. Sue had tilted her seat back even further and had her eyes closed but she opened them as we hit some roadworks at Cirencester and the floodlights of the contra flow lit up the car. Sue made no attempt to cover herself up and I had to smirk as the workmen stared at this hot near naked woman blowing kisses at them as we drove past at crawling speed. I did wonder if their health and safety risk assessment covered this. I was desperate to fuck Sue and knew there was no way I could wait until we got home. We had just driven past the Highwayman Pub and I pulled into the lay-by which is located on the left. As we pulled off the main road we passed a number lorries parked up, several with interior lights on. My mind was racing with thoughts of what might be given Sue's state of arousal. I drove on down the lay-by to the public toilets, stopped jumped out and virtually ran into the Gents. I checked the toilets were empty then went back out to the car opened Sue's door took her by the hand and helped her from the car. Sue grabbed her clutch bag, held onto it as she tried to pull her skirt back down, and allowed me to lead her into the Gents. We walked past the urinals and into the cubical. Sue immediately faced the wall and hitched up the back of her skirt I needed no prompting as I dropped my trousers and boxers and thrust my dick up her sopping pussy. Sue supported herself against the wall with her hands as I held onto her swinging tits, I could see Sue reading some of the messages on the wall as I trust into her. Sue was moaning and biting her bottom lip, her cum was running down her legs in a virtual stream. With one final thrust I shot jet after jet of cum into Sue. After a few seconds I stepped back and stood looking at this vision of unadulterated sex leaning against the wall in front of me. I became aware of a noise on the urinal area and looked out into the area to see a chap, who I took to be a lorry driver, trying vainly to make out he was having a pee, whilst clearly holding onto a large erection. I said "This slut I've picked up can't get enough do you want a piece of her?" I don't think I had finished the sentence before he was in the toilet and dropping his trousers. Sue gave him a big smile then ran her tongue over her lips. She dropped to her knees to suck his cock before picking up her clutch bag, that she had dropped on the floor when I had first taken her against the wall, and removed a packet of condoms out before dropping the bag back to the floor. Sue told later she had purchased the condoms so that she would be ready to give me my belated birthday present. Sue opened one of the condom packets slipped one on his very hard cock. Sue turned her back to our visitor lifted her skirt again and gave a load moan as for the second time she was receiving a shafting from behind. I realized that the three of us were not alone, I had been so engrossed that I had not been aware that two other men had entered the toilets and were watching and masturbating their cocks. Sue noticed the two men as she looked over her shoulder towards me and smiled at them and stood up slightly and put her hands out to her side. The two new arrivals needed no further prompting and rushed to be the first to give her a cock to hold. The man shafting gave a load cry and he thrust forwarded pushing Sue up and hard against the wall, it was obvious he had just filled the condom it was also obvious that Sue had cum again as her juices, along with some of the cum I had unloaded into her, were running in a stream off his balls as he pushed into her again and again making sure he was fully drained. Sue let go of the dicks she was holding and reached down to take hold of the man's softening cock as she pulled it from her and turned around. Sue pulled the full condom from his dick making sure his cum did not run out and them emptied the contents on her tits. The two men she had been wanking moved towards her and she started to kiss them in turn then pushed their heads towards her cum soaked tits which they proceeded to suck and lick. Sue was coming non stop now and bent over to suck their dicks in turn before putting condoms on their dicks. She was then fucked by both men, at one stage one of the men sat on the toilet and Sue lowered herself onto his dick as she faced me, she gave me such a wicked wanton smile, before waving the other new arrival forward and feeding his cock into he pussy alongside the one she already had in there. The noise of their breathing, panting and moaning was amazing, this was pure raw sex. My dick was at constant risk of letting me down by shooting the next lot of spunk that I wanted to put in Sue. Suddenly both men were shouting out that they were cumming as they did so the trickle of Sue's juices that had been running down her leg and over their balls became a flood. All 3 of them stayed still for a few minutes then they got up. Once again Sue was careful to keep the contents of their condoms in place before removing them and emptying the contents onto her tits. Another man had entered the toilet and Sue reached down for her bag took out the condom packet and tipped it up to show it was empty. Sue walked over to the man and took hold of his dick which he had already removed from his trousers and wanked him over her tits he came within seconds. The men then thanked Sue and left. We drove home with the strong smell of sex in the car. I continued to play with Sue's clit and pussy until we got home. As soon as we got into the house Sue pulled me to her and kissed me before saying "Thank you." I realized this was the first time Sue had spoken since we had left the party and my reply was short and sweet "No thank You!" Sue then said "No thanks are necessary I told you I was going to give you a belated birthday present I just did not know in what form I was going to give it to you, actually that is not quite true. I knew it was going to be someone's cock I just did not know whose, where or when. Hey I have just realized my own birthday is coming up real soon. Now what could we do for that?" there was that wicked wanton smile again. "I don't know why I was so reluctant to do what you wanted me to do, I have never had so much fun. From now on your wish is my command" We fucked harder and longer than I had ever known before with Sue constantly telling me how sexy and hot she had felt and describing how excited she had been. The next morning I completed my diary entry, along with telling my dick I was sorry that he was so sore but I did add and I am sure he agreed that it was certainly worth it. Needless to say this was the start of a whole new chapter in our relationship -- and yes Sue did get a lot more presents for her birthday, and I got a new video cam for it as well. * Hope you enjoyed this. I welcome your comments good or bad. If I do not get too many bad comments will post more diary entries.