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In the Middle

By: Edge23



Part three of the trilogy

You come home from work, tired and frustrated. Everything that COULD go wrong today did. And then some. The only thing buoying your spirit was a phone call you received while you were on your lunch hour. Josh called and listened to you complain about work, your boss, whatever. He listened well. Once you had cooled down, he told you that he had a surprise waiting for you for when you got home tonight. You asked what kind of surprise, but he just chuckled and said that it wouldn't be a surprise if he told you. You whined and begged but he still wouldn't tell you. You called him a spoilsport and you both laughed. He said goodbye and that he'd be waiting for you tonight. The thought of Josh waiting for you made your day pass more quickly, but quitting time just couldn't come fast enough.

As you worked, part of your mind tried to figure out what the surprise would be. It wasn't your anniversary or birthday. Josh didn't do much for his birthday and wouldn't plan a surprise for you for HIS birthday. Whenever Josh planned things, they were usually simple but fun. And sometimes sexy. Trying to picture what he might do made you get a little excited, both emotionally and physically. You tried to concentrate on work, trying to stay focused, but it didn't work. The closer it got to the time to go home, the more...aroused you got. Suddenly, you wanted to leave right then, twenty minutes early, but you knew the boss wouldn't let you leave, so you suffered in silence.

The boss walked out at four fifty nine and said that it was time to go. You already had your stuff together and pretty much ran past him out the door, not giving him a second look. You pulled your shoes off and ran down four flights of stairs, rather than waiting for the elevator.

As you got to the parking garage, you pulled out your cell phone to call Josh to let him know you were on your way home. He answered and you happily told him you were on your way. He said nothing for a moment but then said quietly but firmly, "When you get inside, drop everything and take off all of your clothes. Once you've done that, kneel on the floor and call to me and I will come to you to show you the surprise." With that, he hung up.

You looked at your cell phone in shock and surprise. Josh almost never took the dominant attitude with you. He was more of a half-middle of the road, half-submissive that you liked so much. He doesn't like to dominate because he's afraid to hurt you, even though it's something you'd like to try. He's used handcuffs and blindfolds before but nothing 'serious' as he calls it. Maybe he...nah. He's too scared of hurting you.

You pull into the driveway after the short drive home. Only one light is on, you can see it through the living room window. You get out of the car, a slight feeling of trepidation settling into your stomach. Usually, Josh has almost all the lights on. You reach the door and open it, it creaking slightly, and step inside. You almost call out, but then you remember the things he told you to do when you got there.

You drop your bag and pull off your shoes, dropping them on the rug. A chair has been left in the foyer. You pull off your coat and hang it on the rack and then undo your skirt and lay it neatly on the chair. This is followed by your shirt and bra, but you hesitate at taking off your panties. You pause, trying to decide how serious he was when a voice startles you. "I said everything!" You look up at the top of the stairs and there he is, staring down at you, his face darkened by shadows.

You blink twice and then slowly remove your panties, vaguely smelling your excitement on them. Suddenly, you can't remember what he said to do next. You place your panties on the chair with everything else and look up at him.

Josh tilts his head slightly to one side and simply looks down at you. You look up, confused as things are happening differently than usual. Josh suddenly points to the floor. You eyes widen as you remember his orders and quickly kneel on the floor, your head down. "Josh? I'm ready."

He slowly descended the stairs, his gaze boring into the top of your head. The squeak of the seventh step gives you some idea of how far away he is, even though you can't see him. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, making the seconds tick by ever so slowly.

Finally, his feet enter your view. He's wearing black dress shoes and matching pants, which is odd, since Josh hates getting dressed up. You feel his hand run through your hair, stroking it softly. You nuzzle your head in his soft touch and start a soft purring sound. "How was your day, angel?"

You start to answer but your head is suddenly jerked back hard enough to throw off your delicate balance. His iron grip on your hair doesn't let you fall, but it causes an explosion of pain as your hair takes your unbalanced weight. You cry is loud and harsh.

Josh leans his face in to yours, his expression fierce. You will be silent, angel." He says the last word as if spitting out poison that burned his mouth. "But tonight, you are no angel. No. Tonight, you are my slave. You are my slave and I am your Master." He relishes the word 'master', drawing it out like a snake would. "Do you understand?"

Without speaking, you nod your head, hair still pulled tight in his hand.

"Good. You will refer to me as Master or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

You nod.

"Speak, slave. I want to hear you say it."

You lick your suddenly dry lips; you voice catching slightly in your throat. "Y-yes, Master."

"Very good, slave." He releases your hair as if her were throwing away a piece of garbage.

You regain your balance, looking back down at the floor like a good slave. Your mind is reeling. It's almost like he suddenly has a second personality. It's frightening. And arousing.

Josh grabs your chin and tilts your head back. You look up at him and he's holding a black piece of cloth. "Cover you eyes. I don't want to ruin your surprise." He smiles a smile that sends a shiver up your spine and causes you to break out in goose bumps.

'There's more?' you think. Him switching roles is apparently just the tip of the iceberg. What else did he have in mind? You reach up and take the cloth and tie it into a blindfold, light barely peeking in around the edges where the fabric is thinnest. You sit quietly, trying to hear movement of any kind. 

Nothing.

Pure silence.

Your elbow is grabbed and Josh pulls you up, so you can stand. You groan silently as your knees release the stress of kneeling. You straighten your legs and your knees pop softly, eliciting another groan.

Josh's breath is on your neck as you groan, breathing in your ear and on the cooling skin of your neck. You head tilts toward him and then away, offering up your neck to him. His breath stays there a moment longer and then disappears, causing you to whine softly in your throat, wanting the touch of his warmth again.

He whispers in your ear for you to wait here and to not touch the blindfold. You hear his soft footsteps as they recede in the direction of the kitchen. You then can make out the sound of something being moved and then the faucet comes on. A small clink indicates a glass and then his footsteps return. Then, all sound stops.

You turn your head left and right, trying to pick up his breathing, his heartbeat. Anything. Nothing. You are about to speak and you feel something against your lips. The edge of a glass. The lack of scent means water. You stick your tongue out and a small amount of water drips onto it. You lean you head forward and the glass tips, letting the cool liquid coat your tongue and ease the pain of your parched throat.

You swallow and swallow, then ease up. You let out a sigh and the glass is taken away. You hear the sound of it being set down somewhere, but you can't make out where. Josh's hand returns to your elbow and he leads you, your toe bumping into the bottom of the set of stairs.

Forgetting your situation, you react in anger. "You expect me to walk up stairs blindfolded? Are you nuts?" You try to retract the very breath but you know it's too late.

A stinging sensation on the bare skin of your behind rocks you forward, barely catching yourself on the steps before you crash into them. You are now leaning over, both hands on the edge of a step. His hand returns to your behind, over and over, a dozen times all told. Each time, you cry out just a little, more out of surprise than anything.

Your head is pulled back again and you hear his voice in your ear again. "You will NOT speak to your Master that way!" He grips your jaw...hard...and makes you cry out. "Are you slave? Are you going to talk to your Master that way?"

You shake your head no and he let's go. You move your jaw back and forth, trying to work away the pain. Your elbow is grabbed and you are almost dragged up the stairs. By the time you get to the top, you're not entirely sure which way you're facing; you've been turned around a couple of times. You head is spinning and your sense of hearing isn't giving you any clues to what is going on. You're pulled along and then released, your upper body landing on a bed. You take a second to feel along the comforter of the bed, trying desperately to get some sense of where you are.

You hear fabric moving behind you and your hips are suddenly grabbed and pulled upwards. You stand on shaking legs as your head is pushed down onto the bed and your legs spread. You try to move your head, but Josh has your neck in an iron grip. You feel your arms being pulled down to what you would guess to be the corner of the bed where the bedsprings sit on their frame.

There is a pause and you can only hear Josh breathing. You try to move and you feel something being wrapped around your wrist. You start to say something but the feel of his hand on your neck stills your mouth. Whatever he has, it loops around your other wrist and then he lets go of your neck, focusing on your wrists. You understand quickly that your hands are now tied around the bed frame and no matter how hard you pull, you can't get loose.

You hear Josh stand and then he doesn't move, presumably looking you over. "So, slave. Here you are. What am I going to do with you? That outburst on the steps cannot be overlooked."

"Master, I...Your slave is sorry. She didn't mean to insult you that way."

"Oh? And how sorry are you, slave?"

"Master, Your slave is very sorry. She will never do it again."

"Hmmmm. I'm not sure I believe you. You don't sound very convincing. Maybe I should convince you."

You begin to respond, but you are rocked as his hand connects with your behind. Hard. You wince but refuse to cry out. Another shot shakes your whole body. Again you stay quiet.

Again.

Again you stay quiet.

Again.

Again you stay quiet.

Again. Harder.

Again you stay quiet. Barely.

Again. Even harder.

Again you stay quiet. Fighting hard not to scream.

Again. Harder yet.

This time you can't hold back the scream that's been building in your throat. You cry out and the tears begin to seep through the blindfold. He spanks you again and again, a total of twelve meaty smacks are heard, each one tearing another cry from your throat.

Josh steps back from your ass and you can picture him running his hand through his hair as he looks down at you. You sense movement towards your upraised behind and you feel a finger touch your quivering lips. You gasp as the finger intrudes and then is withdrawn. The finger trails up the edges of your lips, across bare skin and then massages your sphincter, causing you to groan and shudder. The finger only pushes in slightly, but your whimper is enough.

The touching stops and you whine again, seeking out feeling, a touch, a whisper on your skin.

You feel two hands grip your butt, squeezing its firmness. You gasp as the rough hands massage your tender skin, still stinging from your 'convincing.' You feel one hand pull away and hear a zipper being undone. You feel hardness penetrate your softness, inch after inch filling you slowly.

As the last of the penis enters you, a hand grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back. A piece of fabric is pushed against your teeth. You involuntarily open your mouth and the fabric slips in, gagging you. A knot is quickly tied in the fabric and your head dropped back to the bed. Breathing is getting harder, especially since the cock is now moving in and out of you, slamming into you with every thrust, rocking your body forward, kept upright by only the hands now holding your hips.

As you are rocked back and forth, back and forth, you hear Josh's voice in your ear. "Maybe now, you will learn to keep quiet." You can guess by his voice that Josh is kneeling next to the bed, a smirk on his face. Your eyes widen as you realize that if he's kneeling there, then he isn't the one behind you, pounding you over and over. You start to turn your head as if to see who it is, but Josh grabs your head and holds it to the bed. You try to say something, but the gag prevents it.

Josh sighs. "I guess not. I guess you need more convincing." Josh turns his head and speaks to whoever is behind you and says, "Hand me that, will you?" You hear something being handed to him; the faint sound of leather hitting flesh reaches your ears."No good trying to submit now. I guess you may never learn slave. Maybe this will get something through your head." He pokes you in the temple with his finger and steps back. You hear only a swift motion through the air before pain lances your back. 

You try to arch your back away from the pain, but you can't move because your hands are tied. The sound hisses again and you cry out through the gag, clamping down on it. The flogger whistles again and as it hits you, the man behind you slams hard into you and dumps a load of cum into you, pulsing hard, grunting, his nails digging into your hips.

You groan as you feel him pulse and feel the warmth of his semen enter you. He pulls out and smacks your ass cheek with his sticky cock head, the sound of splattering fluid echoes in your ears. The flogger comes down again, laces of pain shooting up and down your spine. Your legs are trembling from all of the various strains put on them. As the man behind releases his grip, you try to lean against the bed to relieve the pressure on them.

You hear Josh's voice in your ear again. "So, slave. Did you learn your lesson?" You slowly nod your head, tears filling the corners of your eyes. "Good. I'm going to take off your gag and untie you. You are not to move until told." You nod again, not even waiting for the question. He pats you on the head and unties the gag. You hear him kneel and work on untying your hands.

You feel circulation returning to your hands and stifle a small whimper as the tingling begins. You don't move, waiting for the order to be given. He waits for a full minute before telling you to stand up.

You push yourself up off of the bed, bending your knees slightly. "Hold out your hands, slave." You do so, cupping them. You are handed another glass, again water. You drink the whole thing in a few big swallows. You finish the water and lower the glass, taking several deep breaths. You are starting to feel semen running down the insides of your legs.

"Master?" You speak softly, punishment on the horizon.

"Yes, slave?"

"May Your slave take off her blindfold, Master?"

"No, slave, you may not. I will remove it when it is time to remove it."

You lower your head and nod. "Yes, Master."

He takes your head in his hands and places a light kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more. The briefest touch, a mere shadow upon your parted lips.

"You have been a good slave tonight, so it is time for you to be rewarded."

You smile. "Rewarded, Master? How?"

You can hear the smile in his voice. "That, slave, is a surprise. Now, turn around."

You turn and your arms are pulled behind you and bent at the elbow. Rope ties your wrists to the opposite elbows. You pull on them, seeking to find some way out, but there is no slack to be found.

You are led to the bed and told to lie down. You lie down, face up, and wait. A weight compresses the mattress next to you, giving no indication as to who it is. Hands, from whom you don't know, pull you on top of the person lying next to you. You are moved until you are sinking slowly onto his cock. You lay on his chest, feeling the rings keeping his nipples hard.

You find it hard to move with your hands tied behind your back, but you manage slightly, causing a small burst of warmth through you. You moan, your mouth suddenly covered by his, your tongue overwhelmed by his. The kiss ends and you breathe in great gasps.

"And now, slave; it's time for your surprise."

Before you can say anything, you feel another weight on the bed, down by your legs. A lubed finger probes your anus and you moan loudly, feeling both Josh's cock and this strange finger invading your deepest places. The finger moves out of you, only to be replaced by what feels like the largest cock head ever trying to push its way into you.

You start to cry out but then fully scream as the head pushes past your sphincter. You struggle against your bonds, fruitlessly. The signals blasting into your mind cause your eyes to roll back in your head and you let out a noise that is somewhere between a groan and a sob. Large hands grips your hips and shoulders, moving you up and down the two poles that are attempting to split you in half.

They both pump into you slowly; the fires in your groin spreading like wild flames. In no time, you are screaming incoherently, pulling at your bonds again as your body shakes. You flop down between the two of them, your body soaked in sweat, panting hard, trying to get your mind out of the void into which it has been thrown.

As one unit, you roll to the side, your body supported by these two men. You turn your head side to side trying to figure out what's going on. Before you can regain coherent thought, as if on cue, these two beasts begin thrusting again, but this time in opposite time. One pushing in as one pulls out, one pulling out as one pushes in. Your mind explodes again, as does your pussy. You can't even make sounds as your body tries to move in several directions at once.

You cum again, the stimulation like nothing you've ever felt. They show no signs of stopping. You can only moan and groan as every piece of you feels like its exploding.

After what seems like an eternity, the man behind grunts and you feel his hot cum explode into you once again, filling your ass with his juice.

Josh grunts and thrusts into you once more before he ejaculates into you, his cum mixing with yours and the remnants of the other man. This sets you off again, crying out his name as you orgasm yet again, you body losing complete control. You shake and shudder, the whole bed rocking on its foundation. Your eyes completely roll back in your head and you start hyperventilating.

Without your notice, the man behind you removes himself from the bed, and your behind, and leaves with no words being shared. Josh reaches around you and only gets a vague portion of your attention as he unties you. You wince as he removes the blindfold, but he covers your eyes and you smile up at him.

"Surprise, angel." He has a large grin on his face and somehow you find the strength to crawl up and kiss him.

"Josh," you say; your voice thick.

"Yeah?"

"Next time, I get to surprise you."

Josh laughs and curls up with you, both of you drifting off to sleep.

In The Middle Of Nowhere



Last night I was thinking how nice it would be at the lake at this time of year. The cabin I rent when I go up there is so nice and quiet, set back from the lake about 200 yards into the trees. It is complete with a bedroom, living room and bathroom and kitchen, but best of all, it has a fireplace, for nights that are chilly, like tonight.

Strolling up to the cabin from our walk along the beach, its so quiet and tranquil, my bare feet full of sand. Trying to brush most of it away, but knowing as soon as I get in, I will have to shower, because of the sand that had blown up on my clothes because of the breeze. Walking in the door, I throw my shoes down that I was carrying, and throw my jacket over the chair. Then leaning up, and kissing you softly, tell you I will be back after my shower.

Walking into the bathroom, I start the shower running, and steam starts to rise. Peeling my clothes off and then jumping in the shower, standing under its spray, soaking my hair, and just relaxing. Reaching for the shampoo and gently rubbing it into my hair, as I softly sing to myself, I suddenly feel your hands take over massaging my scalp, leaning my head back, and closing my eyes at your gentle touch. Reaching behind me I run my fingers over your side, and I feel you lightly kiss my shoulder. Turning to rinse my hair, I see a smile on your face, similar to mine when I'm feeling mischievous, and raise my eyebrows at you, wondering what you have been up to while I have been gone. 

Leaning down for the soap, and putting some on the sponge, I start to wash your chest, and then down your arms, your skin so soft and still a little chilly from our walk, Reaching up and wrapping my arms around you, I kiss you softly, knowing that no one knows we are here, and that there is no one to interrupt us. Letting go, I lower the sponge to wash the rest of you, your eyes glaze over a little as I reach parts of you, that are already starting to awaken. Giggling softly, I tell you that you have no control over at least one body part. You smile and sheepishly agree. While you rinse your body, I wash up, then as you step out of the shower, I in turn, rinse off, and am greeted with a warm towel as I step from the shower.

Feeling your hands reach around me to dry my back, my desire for you starts to flame, leaning up and kissing you softly, but determined, I pull you close to me, feeling your damp body against my own. As my hand runs lightly over your chest I can feel your heart hammering beneath my fingertips. Breaking apart for a minute, I tell you that I need my robe before going out into the living room, because it is chilly. You cover my eyes, and tell me there is no need for my robe. Leading me back into the living room, I feel a blast of warm air hit me, and the smell of burning wood, and smile to myself, knowing that you started the fire before joining me in the shower.

Once you uncover my eyes, I see the fire burning brightly in the fireplace, and know in a heartbeat, that I want to make love with you by the light of the fire. The carpeting soft beneath my feet, I slowly walk nearer to the fire, holding your hand, I gaze up at you, and the same look I saw in your eyes not long before, has returned to mine. I hear a sharp intake of breath from you, as our eyes lock, and then you quickly turn around to make sure the door is locked. Laughing softly, I remind you that no one knows we are here, and that I had locked the door before I went for my shower.

Slowly sinking to the floor, I pull you down with me. Sitting on my knees, I sit to the side of you, looking deep into your eyes, before once again taking possession of your mouth very softly, then tracing your lips with my tongue before lightly nibbling your bottom lip. My kiss then becomes a little more insistent, and I feel your arms move around my waist, pulling me closer. Kissing down your jaw to your neck, and whispering in your ear, "I love you." I hear a slight moan from you and in turn tell me you love me too. In that instant, passions start to flair, and my body knows exactly what it wants, and what your body needs to be sated.

Moving back a little, I place my hand on your shoulder, and slowly push you back into the deep carpeting, feeling your hand brush my side as you lay down. Lying down next to you, my head resting on my hand which is propped up by my elbow, looking down at you. Your skin taking on a warm glow from the fire as I slowly trace my hands across your side, and over your ribcage, and down to your hip. I feel your hand in turn lightly caressing my skin, I close my eyes, and allow my hands to roam all over your body, getting to know every curve and muscle by touch alone. Putting my arm flat, I rest my head on your chest, feeling your chest rise and fall, my fingers, so light on your skin, barely touching you, but enough to send shocks through me. I feel your breathing start to quicken as my hand moves further down over your body. Running my fingers down your right leg, then back up over the top of your thigh, just narrowly missing your arousal, looking down, amazed at how quickly our bodies react to a light touch.

Leaning over you I kiss you softly, my body craves you, like we need food to sustain life. I feel your arm move tightly around my waist, and pull me up until I am laying on top of you. Running my fingers up to the back of your neck, I pull you to me, your kiss filled with urgency, and feeling your heart pound against my own, only intensifies the feeling.. Moving one hip up, one hand travels back down your body, my fingers lightly curl around you, feeling you harden and pulse beneath my fingers. A low groan escapes you, and into my hungry mouth, knowing what you must be feeling, I apply a light pressure to you, so that your hips lift a little.

My mouth slowly begins to move, breaking our kiss and move downwards, leaving a trail of hot yet sensual kisses in my wake, then tickling your nipple with the tip of my tongue as I move further down, relishing the taste of your salty skin. My fingers still encasing your arousal, I can feel you throbbing as I reach my destination. I glance up and see you, your eyes filled with desire, but are still able to catch a glimpse of the mischief within mine and you groan, knowing it is a night that I intend to take my time. 

Softly, I allow my tongue to circle the head, and then run down the full length of you, only to work my way back up, but this time missing the head completely as I begin to travel down once again to the base. I can feel your body tensing in frustration, so on my next trip up to the head, without any warning, I engulf it in my warm mouth, sucking lightly on the head as one hand holds the base and the other cups you softly. 

Suddenly, you pull on my hip and ask me to turn, wanting both of us to receive a similar pleasure. I smile to myself as I swing one leg over your body, and begin to feel soft kisses against my inner thigh, teasing me, before gently licking at the inner folds and using the tip of your tongue to brush over my clit, making my body tense with unfulfilled desire. My mind then shuts down and allows instinct and hunger to take over, immersing myself in what I am doing, yet my body reacting to your soft nibbles and licks, and feeling your light touch leaving a trail of fire over my skin. Feeling you harden even more, I decide that my hunger for you outweighs anything else, and I move off you and straddle your hips.

All of a sudden the devilment appears in my eye again, and I and sit up. Looking down at you in the firelight, I run my nails over your skin, just enough to leave a trail on your skin. I lean down and quietly ask you what you want, and your response is immediate. You place your hands on my hips and slowly push them down until I am positioned over you. I place my hands on your chest, and they walk down over your chest and stomach until I am sitting up again, my knees taking my weight, I move further up. Reaching behind me, I run my fingers over you again, before slowly moving back a little, and placing you at the entrance. Not moving for a minute, catching your eye, and can see the question there, wondering whether I will tease you, or allow you the release that you crave.

My hands placed on your stomach, I slowly lower myself, very slightly, enough for you to feel the pressure of my muscles enclosing the head. Then moving back up, so you are just inside. Then as my body adjusts to you, I start to move, lowering myself a little at a time, then as I feel your hips rise to meet me, I move up sharply, until you rest your hips back down, your eyes pleading with me, as my muscles contract around you. I see you close your eyes in sheer frustration, and as I feel your body relax a little, I move down quickly, covering you completely. Your head immediately moves up off the rug, and your hands hold my hips in place. I then lean down and kiss you with such a hunger, I even surprise myself at how my body reacts so fast to you. My body now taking over completely, and every nerve ending in my body tingles.

As our bodies start to move as one, I sit up again, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out, and I feel your chest rise up to press against mine, and with unfocused eyes, realize you have sat up, I move my legs so they are wrapped around your waist, and with the pressure of my legs around your back, I move against you, grinding into you, my eyes close and my head rolls back, my body in rhythm with yours perfectly. Feeling your arms around me pulling me closer, both working for the sheer pleasure that comes with our bodies moving in unison.

Slowing for a moment, I feel your legs moving underneath me, and feel my body being lowered to the rug, then the pressure of your body once again against mine. I feel you pull out nearly all the way, this time begging you not to stop, but I see your knowing smile, and know its your turn to tease me. Moving very slowly, and just a little at a time, my own body rises up, but I feel you pull away. Then suddenly, with one powerful thrust, fill me. Crying out as my head rolls back, and my back arches high off the floor, as you move against me faster and faster, taking me so close to the edge, and as my body finally gives way to the waves of pleasure, my legs grip you tightly, pulling you so deep inside me that I hear a muffled cry from you, and with one final thrust, feel your warmth flood me as my muscles spasm around you. My heart pounding out of control as I try to breathe, riding out the extraordinary sensations as my center grips you tightly, draining you completely.

Finally, when I am able to open my eyes, I see you looking down at me, your eyes blazing in the firelight, and the love in your eyes so warm and protective, making me complete, and with a jolt of reality, realize, with you is the only place I want to be...



In The Middle Of The Garden



***Special thanks to Dr. K for helping me***

Thora Mae Wilson was quite possibly the most charming girl you could ever meet. She was small, standing at a whopping four foot eleven, a tiny frame with full b-cup breasts and a peachy backside. Her soft wavy black hair was past her shoulders with pretty side swept bangs that occasionally covered her big dark green eyes in a messy way. Then there was her creamy soft, fair skin. Most would expect her to be quite tan seeing as she was outdoors very much. It was hard to believe that she was twenty two, but she was just one of those rare girls who looked like they were years younger.

So her friends and family called her the garden girl. You see, she lived in a small cottage like house just outside the suburbs of Houston on its own. Alone on a big field if so. It looked like some mystical house you'd find in some fairytale! Covered in lush vines and shaded by tall oak trees. Surrounded by an abundance of flowers. Bright beautiful daises, tulips, roses and orchids. So many to list for that one colorful abode of hers.

Yet it was a mystery as to why she never decided to live in a big and ornate house downtown. She made a lot of trips to hang out with her friends at a few of the fine eateries, and matinees. She loved to shop and lavish herself with the cutest shoes and loveliest dresses you could ever find. Not to mention how much she liked just walking around the often-crowded streets of that wild city. It was a good guess that she was a stay at home...or not...wife. She was married and very happy but nobody had seen much of her husband since the small wedding they had a while back. And by that he must've been a hard worker because she always had money to spend. 

On small occasions they would venture out on small dinner dates alone and go shopping afterwards. He would stroll through the isles with her tagged close by his side as he picked out pretty dresses for her. She, happily, had no say or choice but to try on whatever he chose for her to wear

She was his pretty little doll that he could dress up or dress down whenever he pleased.

The thing was, her friends never knew that Thora, their pretty, playful, witty and kind-hearted friend had been playing slave to her husband...or master, Jonathan.

Who knew such a sweet innocent looking girl would do such a thing?

When he married her, he truly and deeply was in love with her, but he couldn't help that he loved to feel powerful, and she couldn't help the fact that she loved to please and serve her man.

So the both of them kept the house that once just belonged to Thora, on an agreement that they would be getting good use out of that tranquil and lovely garden of hers.

- - - 

So, it was a bright Thursday morning. Thora awoke to the sound of birds chirping in the yard. It was quite pleasant. As usual she turned over so see the other side of the bed empty. A thing that she didn't mind.

She then eagerly sat up and reached over to the end of the big bed to find a note and her attire for the day.

She unfolded the piece of paper and read;

"Good morning beautiful! I hope you have a good day playing around the house. I'll be home early, around three. I want you in that dress and out in the garden by the time I get there. --love, Master"

She felt goose bumps pop up around her body as she carefully folded the note back and set it down. She then grabbed the dress that was provided. It was a soft yellow baby-doll dress that came midway to her thigh. She smiled as she hopped off the bed and slipped it on to her naked body. 

She loved the way the cotton felt on her skin and she adored the way it made her look adorable.

So her day started usual enough. She hummed as she made her way to the living room to see what was on the tellie. She looked over to the clock and was shocked to see that it was ten 'till one o'clock! "Oh my gosh did I sleep in THAT late!?" She gasped to herself. She was then reminded of the spanking session she got late last night for forgetting to have Jonathan's warm shower ready.

There was nothing much to do seeing as the house was clean and the garden didn't need any tending to today.

Suddenly, she heard a gurgling sound and looked at her stomach. "Guess I better get some food in there." She sighed.

She trotted off to the kitchen to make her favorite, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

After she finished with making her lunch, she began putting the used butter knife in the sink, the peanut butter back in the pantry and the jelly back in the fridge. But knowing she was a bit clumsy, it wasn't that easy. She picked up the jar of jelly but accidentally dropped it on the ground as the her two pet cats scurried by. The Sticky purple mess splattered all over the floor and on her dress.

"Oh NO!" she found not only the floor covered with the gooey purple jelly, but part of her dress too. The cats came rushing over to see what all the noise was about. 

"Damn, I can't have this messy dress on when he gets home!" She said as if the cats would listen and help.

She then rushed to the laundry room and stripped out of her dress and tossed it into the washer. With a little soap and the warm/cool setting, and a good while in the dryer, the stain would hopefully be gone and, things would be back in place. She would have the dress back on and would be in the garden with the dress back on all before Jonathan got home.

She put on another dress for the time being, and then grabbed the mop to clean up the mess. After cleanind up she was then satisfied, and grabbed her lunch and proceeded to sit on the comfy couch and eat.

She finished her sandwich and yawned.

Almost without a care in the world, she peacefully dozed off.

- - -

'FHUMP!'

"OH CRAP!" Thora shouted as she was jolted awake when the sound of the door of her husband's truck was slammed shut.

She got up and ran out the back door of her house and into the garden. She plopped down onto a patch of soft grass between a tall tree and a pretty row of daises in the middle of the garden. She hoped Jonathan wouldn't notice her panting.

"Hey baby, where are you?" He said almost happily. She heard the back door shut.

"Over here." She meekly said.

"There's my prett—" He stopped in front of her. She looked up with a smile only to see his not so cheerful face. "Your dress." He said pointing downward.

Suddenly Thora felt her heart drop into her stomach.

"You have the nerve to smile at me, and DISSOBEY ME AT THE SAME TIME?" He gritted his teeth.

She suddenly felt cold. "I messed it up so I put it into the wash and I forgot-"

"You forgot?"

Thora looked into his icy blue eyes and gulped. With him standing at six foot two and about one hundred ninety pounds she felt very tiny. Suddenly looking at those strong arms, she didn't think he'd be hugging her soon.

Her eyes began to water. Not From only being scared, but she was disappointed in herself that she managed to let her master down once again.

"I'm...I'm sorry master." She childishly said.

"I thought I would come home to see you looking all pretty in the garden ready for me to fuck you. I thought I'd treat you to a little while of whatever YOU wanted. No master per say, but NO. YOU DECIDED TO MESS IT UP." He looked furious. A small springtime breeze blew and brushed his face long dark brown hair onto his face. He brushed it back. "Stand up! I'll really give you something to cry about!"

He pulled her close as if he were going to hug her. But alas he lifted up the old orange tunic dress and exposed her pantieless soft perky ass.

"Well at least you got one thing right." He said.

With her face so close up against his chest she could hear his heartbeat, he slapped her ass.

'THWAK!'

Thora whimpered like a baby.

'THWAK!' 

'THWAK!'

"MAYBE THIS SHOULD TEACH YOU!"

'THWAK!'

'THWAK!'

Jonathan slapped harder and harder until the stinging pain hurt so much that Thora was full on reduced to tears. She had her arms wrapped around him like a scared child.

"LOOK AT ME!" He shouted and Thora obeyed as she stood back and shyly looked at him square in the face. "You did this to yourself, now you get your punishment. Yes we'll stay out here in your pretty garden, but you better hope you'll have enough energy to water these damn flowers when I'm through with you."

Thora closed her eyes and nodded.

He pulled the straps down over her shoulders and slipped the dress off of her, exposing the rest of her petite naked body. 

"ON YOUR KNEES NOW SLUT."

Thora's juicy tits jiggled as she dropped to her knees. She took to clue, and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She pulled them down along with his boxers revealing his plump, cum filled balls and his thick eight-inch cock.

Jonathan's face was dark with anger - and yet, -- and yet--, there was real love in his gaze as he looked down at her. He tenderly brushed Thora's lovely dark hair away from her face as she winced in fear. His hard steel-blue eyes met her soft dark-green eyes with a gaze that chained her heart. He reached sideways and plucked a daisy, then placed it behind Thora's ear. Thora smiled, almost forgetting her fear.

'THWACK.' Jonathan's thick cock slapped against her face. 

"PAY ATTENTION! "

'THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!'

Jonathan held the base of his cock in his right hand, wielding it as a club, cock-slapping Thora's delicately pretty face. 

"I take care of you completely, and you are my property to use! And I am going to make sure you don't forget that again! -- Now SUCK, you little cock-sucking slut! "

Thora gave the broad shield head of his member a playful kiss, but her Master was having none of that! He seized her chin in his wide, powerful left hand, forcing her mouth to open, pushed his hips forward, and guiding his dick head past Thora's pouty lips with his right hand. Despite the confusion of emotions she felt, Thora was careful not to let her teeth graze Jonathan's cock, for she feared what the punishment would be for that mistake! She began obediently to suck in earnest. Jonathan grabbed her hair with his left hand, his right hand placed firmly behind Thora's head controlling her cock-sucking rhythm as he face-fucked her. Yes, Thora had given her husband oral pleasure many times before, but this was different - the thought burned in her consciousness: 'I am being face-fucked! This is not just my husband, this is my Master!'

Jonathan's cock was going deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Thora felt the broad head press against the back of her throat, she was beginning to gag, when Jonathan pulled back. All her life she would remember the cool fresh air she gasped, the glimpse of a butterfly gathering nectar from the blue-bells across the garden, - and Jonathan's thick eight inch manhood waving stiff and erect, the sunlight reflecting brightly off the length of his cock, so slick, shining with her saliva. 

Quickly Jonathan spread her dress on an old bale of straw nearby (Angry as he was, still he did not want to scratch her lovely, glowing skin!) He roughly picked her up under the arms, - lifting her off the ground -turned, and half pushed; half threw Thora belly-down on the bale of straw.

"Keep your ankles together!" he warned.

Jonathan straddled the bale, his powerful, muscular thighs, thick as tree-trunks on either side of Thora's hips. Thora felt her Master's hands grasp the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart. She sensed Jonathan leaning over, awkwardly at first, his cock head probing, seeking her pussy mouth. Then she felt the head of his member forcing her cunt lips apart as Jonathan placed his hands at the top of the bale and pushed down with his hips hard ..."Keep your thighs pressed tight together , you got that, bitch?!"

Thora's pussy resisted Jonathan's cock as it penetrated her love-hole. His thick cock had stretched her pussy on their wedding night like Thora's pussy had never been stretched before -- But, oh, god! Now she felt every millimeter of his manhood as it plowed forward forcing her cunt to accept his manhood -- She felt his goose-egg balls rest against her ass cheeks as he pressed down hard with his hips, forcing her pussy to accept all eight inches of his manhood. He moved his hands to her shoulders, pinning her down hard, as he rocked his hips back and forth in a brutal, frenzied animal fucking. Needless to say Thora was afraid, where was her loving husband, Jonathan? But she knew that she must accept Jonathan as her Master, she knew she needed to be his slave...

"Yes, please, I love you, - Master - I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, please, please just fuck me ..." Thora gasped.

As cool and breezy the spring air was, Jonathan was almost working up a sweat as he pounded roughly into her tight love hole. Thora's whimpers and moans were loud and her eyes were almost rolling to the back of her head. 

Her tears subsided but her eyes remained glazed.

There was no doubt that she wished she hadn't messed up. She would've loved to have him softly kiss her all over and gently caress her soft skin. To be held in his strong arms and have the scruffiness of his beard rub against her neck as he breathed her in would certainly make her happy enough to never forget anything.

It could have been clouds and bunnies, instead it was spanking and the sore feeling you get on your head after your hair is pulled too hard.

Suddenly she felt her stomach tighten and her thighs tense. Her warm cunt began to tighten and Jonathan could certainly feel it. He pulled his thick and throbbing cock out and took a few deep breaths. Thora suddenly felt emptiness in her. 

He pulled her up into a sitting position and took one look at her sweet face.She was sniffling a little still, that was what almost melted his heart. He leaned over and kissed her forehead and gently cupped her right breast. He loved how it filled his hand perfectly.

But at this point, he didn't want to give in.

"Thora, my beautiful slave..." He said quietly but with sternness in his voice. "How are you ever going to get what you want if you keep messing up? It's very unacceptable."

"I'm so sorry Jon—I mean Master."Thora sadly said sitting still afraid that one move would make him angry again.

"I know. But as your Master, I can't go against my word. You still have your punishment. You still have to learn to submit to my every demand." Thora looked into those eyes of his and almost began to cry again. She thought that the hard fucking and failure to obtain release was it.

What exactly was her punishment going to be? She wasn't exactly excited to know.

"Thora, I think you really don't know what it means to be a slave. My slave at that" Jonathan said as he looked at her. 

If there was ever a time Thora had been scared of Jonathan it was now. What took place next surprised her...and scared her to the point her stomach felt like it was being boiled.

"All fours. Now." Jonathan calmly said.

"But Master wha—"

"DON'T PROCROSTINATE, I SAID ALL FOURS NOW."Jonathan's voice was like thunder.

Thora slowly got on all fours and closed her eyes, expecting a good hour of hard slaps to the ass.

Jonathan saw what he had been waiting for, a chance to fully make Thora his own. Her soft pert as was enough to make his shoot his load right then and there. But he was an expert at keeping himself controlled. He rested his hands on her cheeks and gently began to knead them. Thora whimpered.

"Oh don't you worry I wont be spanking you." Jonathan said as he slid his index finger up and down her crack.

Thora gasped. 

In the middle of that garden, on that soft patch of lush grass, surrounded by the rainbow of flowers she had never felt so fearful. She was scared. If spanking wasn't it, then what was? Was he...was he actually going to...?

Then her thoughts were interrupted when she felt her Master's warm tongue slide across her delicious pink star. Her heart skipped a beat and she almost forgot how to breathe. She felt his tongue slowly slither up, down, across and all around her asshole. Then it delved into her chute lovingly. He deeply plunged in and out scaring Thora speechless.

She didn't know weather to be scared, or excited.

Jonathan felt her ass tighten and it made his cock even harder. He quickly got up, spat in his hand and generously lubed up his member. Then without warning, he pressed his cock against her asshole and pushed.

Thora realized that this was it. Her biggest fear had come through. She looked up and felt the soft breeze blow against her face. The sound of the wind chimes echoed throughout the area. This was definitely not a place to be punished like that. So she screamed and cried out to stop him, but Jonathan was having none of that. 

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING UP!" He gritted as he grabbed hold of her sweet, curvy waist. With heavy force he slammed his dick up her ass.

Tears streamed out of Thora's eyes. She had never been in such a situation. She wriggled and pleaded but there was no way that he would give up. So that was it. Thora felt so incredibly full. There was no way to back down now, and then as he pounded almost brutally into her ass, she came to the shocking realization that she was no longer Thora now. She was forcefully now her Master's own. As she heard his deep moans and felt his thick cock plunge in and out deeply she knew that this was no longer punishment. Jonathan was enjoying the feeling of analy deflowering her, and the thought of that imeadeatly turned her on.

She was Thora Mae Wilson, Wife and slave to Master and husband Jonathan Draven Wilson.

She felt loved. And oddly enough through the pain, she loved him enough to submit every inch of herself to him.

"MASTER, Please—please I love you master. FUCK MY ASS!" Thora cried out.

Jonathan smiled in ecstasy. Her tight ass, her begging, and the fact that she was beginning to enjoy this made him grin with delight. Sure this was it, deflowering her anal virginity was turning into something great. He reached under and rested his hand on her abdomen, loving the fact that he could slightly feel his large cock prodding around in her insides as he slapped in and out. He felt her tighten up and decided that this was punishment enough. 

With almost a lethal force, Jonathan's cock squirted out his load, shot after shot of his warm gooey cream made its way into Thora's tender ass. Thora felt it and gave in not fearing what would happen after. She felt an amazing orgasm rip through her body. Her moans and screams were so high pitched the residents down the road could've heard her. Love fluids gushed out of her pretty pussy. 

Jonathan pulled out of her and with her arms feeling like jelly she plopped down on the grass.

Jonathan couldn't help but feel loved as he watched his beautiful slaves little body shiver from a few aftershocks as she lied there. 

No words could be said as he picked her up and cradled her in his arms and carried her across the garden towards a sturdy but comfy hammock. 

He gently laid her down, admiring her tender body. He laid down next to her closely.

She squirmed a little and blushed as she felt his cum begin to leak out of her asshole. She looked at Jonathan and giggled softly.

Jonathan almost felt bad. Granted Thora's ass must've been throbbing now but she was brave enough to take him. 

The tree branches swayed in the cool spring air and the sun shined through almost as if its soft rays were setting themselves to shine only on Thora.

"Well...I guess we should get to that laundry..." Thora nervously said, breaking the peaceful silence.

Jonathan smirked. "At this point we don't need to worry about the clothes." He smiled placing a gentle kiss on her delicate lips.

Thora felt safe as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love you...master."




In The Middle Of The Garden



Jonathan felt like a king after those words escaped her lips. Holding her close and kissing her again he whispered "I love you Thora."

Sweetly, in the noon and in that garden, the sweet little garden girl and her strong and powerful husband drifted off lovingly.



In the Middle of the Night



Anna woke up to the remembrance of a wonderful night. She stretched luxuriously and smiled to herself. With a contented sigh she stood up. The warm morning sun breached the glass barrier that was between them and softly illuminated her pale skin. It painted beautiful shadows on her body and gently warmed her. It caught in her hair and the scattered light painted each strand a delicate gold color. Her warm amber eyes reflected some of the gold. Without realizing it Anna unconsciously became a canvas and the sun's rays a paintbrush held by a master hand. She slowly, cat-like walked to her bathroom and took a shower. The warmth of the water brought to mind the warmth she had experienced just a few hours before. Closing her eyes she remembered.

... Ring Ring....Bring...Ring Ring...Br... “Hello,” the groggy voice was Anna’s. She glanced at her clock radio and thought to herself, “Who in the world would call now?” 

“Hi Anna its Levi.” A warm soft southern drawl assaulted her senses and Anna immediately woke up.

“Levi? Oh my gosh. How are you?” Anna smiled to herself. Every time she heard his voice her body responded to it. To her his voice was like warm, melted butter on freshly popped popcorn. They chatted for a bit and Anna could not help but begin to touch herself. She ran her fingers lightly across her stomach, grazing the nails against her skin. Lazily her index finger dipped into her belly button that graced a pretty stomach. The finger with its oval light pink nail then traced its way up to her breasts and finally rested in her mouth. She sucked a little and then moved her hand back down to her breasts. Very carefully she touched her nipples and felt them spring to life. The sensation felt so wonderful that she moaned. 

“Is everything ok Anna?” Levi's concerned voice filtered into her mind. Surprised she said yes a little to quickly. Anna was mortified and hoped that he did not know what she had been doing, but Levi did know. If she could have seen him she would have caught sight of his devastating smile and eyes that twinkled with a plan. He wanted to hear this woman moan again and he was going to make it happen.

“Anna, don’t stop. Please continue and tell me what you are doing.”

Anna was startled again, but a slow smile spread across her face. She and Levi had cybered once, but nothing else had ever happened. She thought to herself that she would love to make him cum, and she took him up on his request. Telling him everything she was doing she spread her legs and placed a pillow under her hips. Her hands massaged her thighs and flowed up in twin paths over her curves to her breasts. She cupped and kneaded them. On the other end of the phone, Anna could hear Levi’s breathing become heavy and she smiled to herself. 

She continued touching herself. Her smooth slightly rounded stomach felt good to her hands and she used her nails to cause sensations to rip through her body. Anna began to moan and she felt her juices begin to flow. Her thighs parted and Anna let a single finger dip into her well. It was full of smooth fluids and she gasped as she began to stroke herself. Her pussy felt like warm silk to her sensitive fingertips and she basked in the joy of touching her soft folds. Soon though the simple joy of touching transferred to the joy of being touched. Anna concentrated on what her finger felt like to her pussy and began to feel herself tighten. Smiling she breathed out to Levi. “Levi honey, I am going to touch my pretty clit. Oh its so hard. Don’t you wish you could see it? It’s very pretty.” That last part had been a stroke of genius on her part. She had placed a small mirrored compact between her legs, and found that she was very turned on watching what she was doing to herself.

Levi moaned and listened to the devastating things that Anna was saying. He knew he wanted her and his hands began to stroke his hard cock. It felt so good. His hand began to pump up and down and he sighed as he listened to Anna's soft voice moaning and describing in great detail what she was doing. He began to pump faster, but slowed a bit realizing that he wanted to cum with her. He silently prayed that she would place her fingers in her cunt and gasped with pleasure when her sweet voice came across the wires, “Levi I have my index finger in me... oh honey it feels so good. 

Wiggling around as deep as it will go. Oh I am so wet. Dripping. Mmmm it tastes so good. Honey with my finger in me like this I can place another in my ass would you like that sweetie? Hmm do you want me to fuck my ass and my cunt with my fingers?”

Levi gasped. Imagining Anna on her back with her fingers shoved into her ass and cunt almost blew his mind. He hoped Anna was going to cum soon, because he knew he couldn’t take much more. His hand pumped up and down over his cock and in the back of his mind he was surprised how hard he was. Anna could hear Levi gasping and moaning. She could her his bed springs working as he fucked his hand. Her body began to tighten and she thrust once then twice more. She came suddenly loud and long. Levi heard her wild cry and he too came spurting long trails of sticky semen over his stomach and bed. A few minutes went by and Anna thought to herself how wonderful that had been. 

She lay on her bed her fingers pumping in and out of her sopping cunt while Levi on the other end of the phone played with his limp penis... Anna came back to the present with a sigh. Her mind began to work, and in the space of a few minutes she knew that very soon she was going to call Levi, and invite him to come over. Anna smiled a slow smile as she looked into the small compact she had used just a few hours previously. 

“That way he can actually see me,” she thought to herself.

The End?



In the Middle of the Night



Samuel kissed his wife Abby goodnight, after giving her a knowing smile and wink. She had the night off and he was heading to the bedroom, to shower and prepare their bedroom for a night of fun. A pair of silk scarves were wrapped around the headboard, and another set were tied to the footboard. The black sleeping mask lay next to the bed and was tossed casually onto the pillow. He turned on a lamp and turned off the ceiling lights before climbing onto the bed. 

Once Samuel had his legs tied loosely with the scarves, he reached over and turned off the lamp. He then pulled the sleeping mask over his eyes and felt for the scarves on the headboard. Once those were found it was only a matter of seconds before he was looping his wrists through the fabric and restraining himself. The ties were loose and he could easily escape if he desired, but that wasn't the way he and Abby liked to play. He would remained bound during their play until she was ready to free him. 

Samuel listened to the sound of the house, knowing that Abby was going to finish up her work and her movie before coming to bed. He didn't mind, in truth he liked being woken up by his wife's warm wet tongue. 

Tonight was no different. He never heard the door open, nor did he hear it close, but he did feel the shifting of the bed and that was what finally woke him. Samuel's eyes opened and darkness greeted him, thanks to the sleeping mask. He felt her fingers slide across his cock and tease the head of his sex. 

He moaned softly, smiling up at her, as the bed shifted from her moving to better position herself. The feel of another piece of silk, this one wrapping around his mouth, made his cock jerk in response. He chuckled softly and whispered "fuck yes" just before she tied the gag in place. 

Samuel felt Abby's lips press kisses across his neck. Her teeth nipped gently on the fragile skin, pulling it tight and then releasing it. The sound of her whimpering and moaning made his pulse race. Her naked body was pressed against his as she straddled him. The bare pussy that he'd watched her shave that morning ground against his shaft as she trailed kisses from his neck to his right nipple. His hips rolled instinctively against her mound as she sucked on the hard bead. 

When she bit the rock hard pebble, his ass rose up to greet her slippery sex. She coughed softly, in an attempt he assumed to cover up her pending desire. He smiled into the darkness and lifted his hips again. A soft slap to his thigh was his reward, and his punishment for moving. A low groan of pleasure spilled past his lips as she moved over and began to tug and pull on his left nipple. 

The feel of his wife slowly biting and licking her way from one taut bead to the other only made Samuel more hungry. He muttered a low curse, which was muffled by the gag. He twisted his arms in the bindings and shifted his feet, so the silk rubbed his skin. Still he played the game he and his wife had set out to play, not once breaking free, though his body craved the answering warmth of her sex. 

Abby traveled further down and he groaned when she paused at his abdomen. Her tongue rolled around the edge of his belly button, making him squirm. She giggled, then coughed again, stifling the noise. His cock jerked in response to the proximity of her mouth, while his nostrils flared, picking up the scent of her arousal. 

Her fingernails scraped up and down his rib cage, occasionally trailing back to his chest, where she pinched and pulled at the tender morsels she'd sucked earlier. Samuel's breath lodged in his throat as he felt her breath hovering just over his rock hard shaft. The head, he knew had leaked pre cum; the sticky fluid had slipped down the rounded mushroom tip to slide down the ridged top. 

The first touch of her fingers wrapping around his tool made his fists clench tightly. He pulled at his restraints and knew that with a flick of his wrists he would be free and could end this game. Samuel once again chose to behave. He felt her lips as she trailed her mouth up and down his rod, licking and sucking on the flesh as she made her way to the base of his dick. Once there, he felt the warmth of her mouth as it blanketed his testicles. 

Under the mask, Samuel's eyes rolled back. She stroked his rod, while pulling and suckling on his balls. The spongy spheres were rolled back and forth by the slick muscle of her tongue. Her teeth gently scrapped the flesh, adding a bit of fear and apprehension to the seductive role play they were enjoying. 

When she bobbed off, he felt the long strands of her curly red hair slide across his thigh. He knew she was gathering it up, pulling it out of the way, so she could feast on his tool without any interruptions. Samuel longed to see his wife as she consumed him. 

He felt the knowing touch of her hand moving down to hold his cock still, while she lowered her mouth to envelope the round head and ridged veins. Abby's mouth was a perfect fit for his cock. He shook as she began to bob up and down on him. Her moans vibrated around his member; she controlled the tempo, pushing his dick to the back of her throat and then drawing it out, threatening escape. Over and over she sucked him. His hips rose and fell in sync with her ministrations and when he muttered a deep throaty growl it was a signal he was going to come. 

Abby chose however to ignore him and soon she was drinking his seed and sucking every ounce of his milk from his rod. When she released him Samuel shivered at the loss of her heated breath. Abby wasn't done; he felt her hands back on his cock and balls. He licked at the cloth and groaned low. Abby understood what he wanted and soon the gag was gone. In its place she pressed her pussy to his mouth and covered his cock once more with her tongue and lips. 

Samuel tasted her sex, dragging his tongue between her folds and making note of the different scent of her pussy. Abby had taken the time to slide strawberry lube along her mound enticing Samuel even further. As he sucked and pulled on her labia she was once again getting him hard with her expert ways. 

He nuzzled her sex with the tip of his nose and chin, while she gyrated and ground against him. He heard her moan and curse softly, around his rod, while he pushed his tongue deep into her slick cavern. The edges of his teeth scrapped against her clit. She held herself still, allowing him a moment to suck on the hard nub and drag his tongue across it. Abby bucked and rode his face, all the while he ached to free himself, or hear her tell him he could. 

Without warning Abby took herself off his cock and his face. Samuel smiled. He felt her hand on his cock and the warmth of her sex as she pushed it back and into her hot hole. "Oh yeah, baby," he muttered as she began to ride his cock and grind her pelvis against his. The feeling of her tight wet pussy drove him crazy. He could picture her breasts bouncing as she brought herself closer and closer to a promising orgasm. His climax was building and would once again shoot a load of cum, but this time his seed would be buried deep inside her womb. 

Samuel lifted his hips and beckoned her to come. His arms strained at the silk, and his legs flexed as he used his muscles to bounce his wife up and down. Finally he felt the knowing signs of his release, the tightening of his ball sack, the tingling sensation rolling from his abdomen, around to his back and along his spine. He shouted as his cum shot into Abby's pussy and her fluids cascaded around him. She groaned low and whimpered quietly as she coated him with her juices.

Several seconds seemed to slowly pass as she shook and shivered on top of him. He wanted to hold her, and feel her shake within his embrace. "Let me go, baby," he whispered, but she refused him with a soft "uh huh".

Samuel groaned in frustration and then grinned when he felt Abby climb off of him. He heard her footsteps on the carpet and listened to her maneuver herself around the room. Eventually the sound of the bathroom exhaust fan interrupted the stillness of the night and Samuel listened to his wife go through the motions of readying herself for bed. He chuckled softly as he turned his wrists and freed himself from his bounds, then lifted the sleeping mask off his eyes. 

The overhead light invaded his senses as he freed his feet. He listened as the sink water ran and several cabinet doors were opened and closed. Samuel crawled under the blankets, fluffed his wife's pillows and waited for her to come into the room. He yawned, rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

Eventually sleep claimed him and in the morning he found Abby enjoying a cup of coffee. "Going into work?" he asked, noticing her uniform. "I thought you had the weekend off." 

Abby looked up and chuckled softly. "I'm just getting in. I got a call last night, just before coming to bed. I went in to wake you up, but you were snoring. Figured I'd let you sleep," she said before standing up and pouring him a cup of coffee, "I see Marie showed up last night." Samuel's face showed a mask of confusion. Abby chuckled. "Marie -- you're daughter. Her car is parked outside. You were really out last night, if you didn't hear her come in." 

"But," Samuel took a deep breath, "you were --- last night, I..." 

Before Samuel could finish his sentence, his daughter walked into the room. "Good morning," Marie said as she smiled at him and kissed her mother on the cheek. Samuel stared at his daughter, taking note of her slim hips and lithe figure. Her attributes mirrored her mother's, something he had never noticed until that morning. 

"Hey sweetheart," Abby said, before draining her cup of decaf coffee. "I'm heading to bed, sorry that I can't entertain you this morning, but we'll have the rest of the weekend." 

"That's okay mom," Marie said, "Daddy and I will find something to do together," she turned to Samuel, "won't we?" 

Samuel's hands shook as he picked up his cup of coffee and watched his wife smile warmly at them both. "Yes," he said before his gaze shifted to his daughter's innocent smile. 



In the Middle of the Night



I awake in the middle of the night. Slowly opening my eyes I see the soft moonlight coming in through the window. We're lying in bed, you spooned against me in your old PJ's, me in a t-shirt and boxers. One of my arms is draped across your stomach, and I can feel the warm flesh under my finger tips. I breathe in and smell your hair. Press my hips forward ever so slightly and enjoy the feeling of your body.

You stir slightly and I can tell you are pressing back against me. Not wanting you wake you, and not sure if you're awake yourself, I find myself playing a silent game. I nuzzle the back of your neck and pull you into me lightly until I hear your breath catch. It was just an instant, but you've given up the game.

I want tease you a little longer though, so I pretend I didn't notice. I pull my hips back while keeping my face pressed into your hair, rubbing my nose up and down. Seconds pass and I begin to think you may actually be asleep. But, then you scoot your cute little butt back against me, and I know.

I push my hips forward and there is no doubt in my mind that you can feel me growing. My hand snakes it's way upwards until I find your breast and begin to squeeze, not as hard as we both know you like, just enough to get your complete attention. You're breathing picks up as you move one of your hand on top of mine and guide it. Showing me wordlessly how you want to be touched. I begin rocking my hips back and forth in a gentle rhythm that you begin to match.

Feeling my desires rising I decide to move the game along. I pull my hand out from underneath your top. You make a quiet sound of disappointment. You are about to make a more verbal complaint when my finger tips prod your chin back towards my direction. I lean my head up as well and our lips make contact. You taste divine.

The whole world stops for a moment and it is just you and me. Our lips are the only things we can feel.

The moment passes. You shift around and fully face me now, our lips stay in contact the entire time. You snake your arms under mine and one of your legs makes its way over the top of me as well. We pull into each other in and embrace which is all too familiar. We continue to kiss as I roll you onto your back.

I prop myself up on my hands and look down into your wide eyes. The moon casts your face, lovely as always and I stare at your eyes, scanning them for what you may be thinking. I can see so much. Love, desire, understanding, and just the slightest bit of fear. My shadow looms over you for just a second longer than you want me to and I lean my head down. This kiss is different than the one before. This kiss is all desire, and you return it with equal passion. I keep my body raised up and your hands begin to wander down my sides. One is on my back, trying to pull me down, the other reaches under the top of my boxers and grasps hold. You know I'm ready. 

I begin to lower my weight on to you as you pull stroke me lightly. I kiss my way down to your neck and your whole body arches up, offering itself to me. I keeping kissing your neck and let my hands roam downward. You let go of my shaft as you help me pull your pajama bottoms and panties down. I have to lift my weight up again as you squirm and kick, tangled up in clothing, blankets and me. Finally they are off and you wrap your legs around my waist, your hands finding again what they had a moment before. You slide my boxers down again and free my member from its confines. I stop kissing your neck and look into your eyes again. You nod slightly. We both look down, we can't see anything for all the shadows, but we stare intently anyways. I stay as still as I can while you guide me. Once you have me at your entrance I push forward.

For the second time that night, time stops. I sink into you completely. You've been just as ready as me since we started, wanting it just as badly as me. My whole body goes tense and you shudder slightly knowing what is next. That unspeakable feeling breaks in both of us and we melt together. Both of thinking of nothing now but desire. Both of us feeling heat as we grind ourselves together, each move pushing us on, bringing us closer and closer. 

We're kissing wildly as we grunt and groan. Breathing hard I can feel it start to build in my loins. I feel your rhythm getting erratic and I know you are just as close as I am. We're bucking like wild animals and you begin to shake in my arms. I can't take it any more. A small, high pitches noise escapes your lips and I pass the point of no return. You keep shaking, I keep thrusting until I burst. And, when I do I hold myself still forcing myself as deep as I can.

Our breathing slows. You begin to feel control of your body coming back. I slowly stroke the hair off your face from all the thrashing around. I look into your eyes one last time for the night. Our lips touch delicately again.

The End. 



In the Middle of the Night



Panic is an awful thing. It's a good thing it's mostly fleeting. Like a lightning strike--quick, shocking, painful. Though as it subsides there is this burning sensation left as you realize your insides have been cooked. I woke up with panic. I don't move quickly from our bed on most mornings but this morning, at around three, I flung myself from the grasp of the comforter and sheets as if they had been vines reaching to strangle the breath out of me. I didn't even realize I screamed but the noise echoed back at me in the silence of the house as I caught my breath on the floor where I had fallen in a tangle of limbs. I woke you since you drawl my name out. I hear you move across the bed and with the crack of light that filters in from outside the bedroom I can make out part of your face. Your brow is scrunched into concern. I look down at my shaking hands and try to relax. I hate worrying you like this.

"Come here." I grasp your outstretched arm and allow you to pull me from the floor and back onto the bed. You lift the blanket so that I can move in close, so that my skin is touching yours, so that I can feel the breath rising and falling beneath your ribs. I curl my legs closer to my chest and hold my arms close to me. My body is still shaking. My breath is still rapid and shallow. I feel the beginning of tears pricking at my eyes. You're tired I can tell. If you were more awake you'd question me right away. I'm trying to stop feeling the panic. I'm trying to just breathe. You wrap an arm around me and I hold it close to me. The gesture is enough to spill the tears from the rim of my eyes. My body shakes a bit as I try to fight them off. You squeeze me tight. I can feel you waking more fully now. 

"I'm okay." Damnit. I don't sound okay. I really don't sound okay. The tears have transitioned to sobbing now. You pull my body so I'm on my back. You stare at me with concern. 

"It's not okay." You whisper it. It's not a judgment. It's a concern. 

"I'm sorry." I choke out between sobs.

"Don't apologize." You place a hand on my cheek. I know that tears are pooling there now. You lean your head down so that your forehead is against mine. I fight to catch my breath still. 

"I love you." I mean it as a thank you, as an everything. I love you. I press my lips against yours. You return my kiss slowly. I open my lips and inhale shakily. My tears are subsiding, my panic forgotten. I press myself closer to you and kiss you again. Through my lips your tongue sweeps against my own. I move my hands down your arms and buck against you. I can feel you growing hard against my thigh. I press my body against yours and draw back. We create a rhythm of kissing, pulsing, stroking, moaning. You move your hand from my cheek and position yourself above me. You press your manhood against me and I gasp. You chuckle at how easily turned on I become by such a simple gesture. You're too far away and I rise up to kiss you and grab at the hair at the base of your neck. I run my hand through your hair, massaging your scalp. You break free from the kiss to sigh against my cheek. My hair has fallen behind my shoulder on that side and you move your mouth to my ear. You playfully tag it with your tongue and then take the edge in your teeth and suck. I buck against you. You move further down my neck leaving kisses and gently sucking. I can't stop gasping. I grab your hair tighter when you move to my breasts. I'm still wearing my bra. You smile mischievously at me. I lift my torso off the bed and you unhook the clasp and expose my nipples to the cold air. They've already grown taut and sensitive. You bend down and flick your tongue against one. Your breath warms and tickles before you begin to suck. I moan and you increase the pressure. I can feel my clit pulsing and my body growing wet down there. I press myself against your incredibly hard member. You switch to my other nipple as I awkwardly try to pull your boxers down. You pull away to laugh and pull them down yourself. You shift so you can pull your legs free and discard your briefs off the side of the bed. Seeing you fully erect turns me on even more. I want a closer look. I want to touch it. I want to lick it and watch you squirm and moan. I sit up so I'm kneeling and laugh. 

There are a few tears still left on my face and I wipe them away. You see what I'm doing and take over with your own hands. You place kisses on my cheeks and my closed eyelids, then one against my forehead. We spend a moment with my head cradled between your bare chest and neck. Your hands stroke my back. Your fingertips trace the path of my spine and I press my bare breasts against you enjoying the feel. I feel you pulsing against my leg and remember my desire. I smile wickedly and press you down onto the bed. It takes you the briefest moment to realize what I'm up to. When you do your face turns from slightly confused to full of lust and anticipation. I take my time to position myself between your legs. I watch as you grow more erect just waiting. I trace your inner thighs with my fingertips. Brush you slightly with my hands, almost accidentally. It makes me giggle to see how much you have to struggle to contain yourself. I bend down and let my breath caress your shaft and tip before I press my tongue against the head. I lick you slowly, watching you clutch the pillow by your head. Your moan turns me on so much that I can feel my undies getting soaked. I bring the whole tip into my mouth and let it rest on my tongue which I let gently massage you. I press you in a bit further and then pull up. I need to make it a bit wetter so I move so I can lick your shaft and leave bits of moistness there.

I increase the pressure of my tongue on the underside of your shaft where there feels to be this ridge underneath. I feel the muscles in your thighs clench as you moan again. I cup your balls in my hand gently, watching to make sure I'm not hurting you or doing something wrong. Feeling satisfied I've moistened things up a bit I look up at you as I guide the tip back to my mouth. I let you rest on my bottom lip as I smile and as I know you're looking I take you in as far as I can. My nose presses against your groin and I feel you at the back of my throat and you moan. I press my tongue against your shaft to increase the pressure and tighten my lips as I pull up. I hope that you can feel my tongue massaging you and the increased pressure of my lips as I bob up and down a bit. I swirl the spit in my mouth around you at the same time. You squirm and can't stop moaning. God. I'm not sure I can concentrate anymore. I feel as if my body is on fire from your arousal. I want to make you come though. I know you will probably stop me before I do but I'm going to try anyways. So I moan with you in my mouth and increase the pressure a bit. Ha! I can feel you getting close. I bob faster for a moment then pull up and suck just the tip moving my tongue around the head exploring while I cup your balls again. I flash you a grin and push my hair back before I take you back in with a few long sensuous bobs before I moan again. I almost laugh at the way you buck and moan. You're close. You're gonna stop me. I go back to bobbing with more force again. Slowly building pressure and remembering to milk you with my tongue and mouth. I try to go as far as I can with each bob. And vary the tempo. I stop for a moment a few times with you at the back of my throat as I shift. Yep. You can't take it anymore. You pull away. 

"Get these stupid things off" you laugh gesturing to my underwear. You kneel near me again and kiss me passionately. I worried the first time I went down on you and wanted to kiss you afterwards, but you did as I hesitated. I no longer worry. I kiss you back moaning as you reach down to rub my exposed and very sensitive at this time, clit. You laugh when you feel how wet I've become. We're going to have to wash the comforter again. I'm not even sure what you're doing down there since my head nearly explodes with sensation. I moan into your neck where I kiss you there. I nibble your earlobe and grab onto your neck. You switch to my breasts again. 

"My God," I whisper into the air. You press me back down onto the bed and with a lusty gaze you press the tip of your cock against me. You let it rub against my opening where it slides with ease from my moisture. It's so sensitive. I buck closer to you. I want you in me. Now. You take the memo with a smile and lower yourself. I love it when you begin to just enter me. My moans and gasps increase in volume and you can't help yourself either as you enter me fully and I grab onto you. 

I pull you closer so I can kiss you. I pull your tongue into my mouth and suck it like your shaft as you thrust in and out of me. I give you your tongue back and we press ourselves against each other almost frantically as we press our tongues together. Our hands grab and gently pull as we find new things to hold onto. We pull away from kissing. 

You pull almost all the way out and then back in slowly so I can feel every inch of you, all while looking into my eyes. Your lips are parted. I watch your body tense and un-tense as you slowly pump into me. My body quivers and shakes with uncontrollable sensations. You add to it by slowly rubbing my inner thighs and my clit. You're too far away to touch so I place my own hands on my breasts and arch my back hoping to lure you back to me so I can touch you. It works since you lean forward and grab one of my nipples in your teeth and gently tug. I didn't expect you to do that though. This new angle presses you against my clit. The pressure feels amazing and takes over for the absence of your hand. I moan and grind myself in circles against you as you suck hard on my nipple. I watch you trace your tongue around the little bud. Kiss me, I place my fingertips beneath your jaw and press lightly. You look up and I bite my lip. You move closer and kiss me. You re-enter me and thrust deep repeatedly sighing and moaning into my mouth. With every inward thrust you make contact with my clit and I want you closer. I wrap my leg around you and pull you closer with my hand on your ass. 

Don't stop. I could stay like this forever, feeling you inside me. You thrust in and out and grind yourself against me. The pressure builds. My muscles begin to clench. My breath is catching. I haven't been able to orgasm yet in all of our tries. And we've tried a lot. Each time I think I might be getting close I think about it. I know you feel awful and I know it's not you. I love you. I'm so turned on by you. Everything about you so perfect. It kills me to have you blame yourself. To have you think you're not good enough. I've never orgasmed with anyone before though. Maybe I just don't know how. I know I can. I've practiced on my own. We've been over what works. I just want to so badly and I know you want me to so badly. I get caught up in the anxiety for a moment. It takes my head out of it and I know you're so close. I'm not going to this time either. Stop. Stop thinking about it. Think about him inside you. Think about how much he loves you. Think about his face when you're about to bring him into your mouth. His moans. Think of the way his lips part to pull in air as he slowly thrusts in and out. 

The sensations hit me like a wave. I moan loudly. I grab onto you and you press into me keeping that pressure there on my clit while you thrust in a wild rhythm equal to the way I grab you. I buck with you. My muscles tighten; I hold my breath as the sensation builds, as I feel myself uncontrollably grip you inside me. That's enough to bring you over the edge. You frantically thrust into me as I squirm and buck against my own wave of sensations. I gasp out loud and hold you tight as it climaxes and then resides. I feel us still pulsing. We thrust in and out a few times still just moving feeling residual sensations. My body is shaking a bit. You kiss me and I begin to laugh. You pull out so that I'm not squeezing you with my muscles as I do. 

"You laughing at me?" I look at you and laugh even harder. "Oh I see how it is. So...you didn't..." I can barely contain myself. 

"Didn't orgasm?" Your face drops. 

"I thought, maybe...I guess..."You're killing me. 

"I did." A laugh escapes from me like a burst of light. I place my hands on each side of your face. "I did!" 

"I thought you did. I just...it's been so hard." Yeah, we've been close before. "You're not lying to me are ya?" I hit you playfully. 

"Never." You give me a skeptic look. "No, really. You thought right babe. I was there with you. I felt it too."

"I love you." I smile wide as tingles travel down my body. No matter how many times you say it, it still gets me. 

"Can we make love each time I have a nightmare?" 

"Oh is that what it's gonna take then to make you orgasm?"

"Oh sushh." I laugh and you laugh. "That's not what it was." You move in closer like you'll kiss me.

"Yeah?" You look deep into my eyes. "What was it?"

"You."



In the Middle of the Night



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In the Middle of the Night



2:06am

Sarah lays awake again staring at the ceiling. She hasn't been able to sleep properly for a few nights now but can't place what it is. Was it work? Money? Health? Everything seemed OK but something kept her awake at night.

She rolls over and looks at the face of her boyfriend Steve. They've been together 2 years and only moved in a few months ago. She's getting used to his bad habits but his snoring is getting annoying. Is this what's keeping her awake? She gives him a kick to the thigh and he wakes up suddenly.

"W-what?!" He splutters, "what's wrong?"

"You're snoring again," replies Sarah tiredly, "roll over so I can get some sleep."

Steve does that and rolls away from Sarah. He is soon out cold again. Sarah now lays down and closes her eyes.

3:25am 

Sarah wakes up again, this time though it's Steve moving in for a cuddle. He lines up next to her to spoon and Sarah starts to drift off again. The warmth of his body, his breath on her neck, his hands on her stomach; this is the way to sleep.

3:33am

"Steve, stop it."

Sarah has woken up again but this time by a very sleepy hand grabbing her right boob. She's wearing a T-shirt and thong combination so he's got the shirt more than her boob but it's still enough to wake her and now she has the added discomfort of being poked in the back by his cock through his boxers. She grabs his hand, clasps it with herself and waits until his subconscious gets the message. He stops moving aside from his chest raising up and down and Sarah tries to sleep again.

3:47am

Steve is doing it again, this time though he's managed to get underneath her t-shirt and has her boob in his hand, squeezing and massaging it. She tries to get his hand off again but this time he's slipped his other arm underneath her body and his other hand on her other boob. He's holding on tight and playing with both her 36c tits.

"Steve," she tries to wake him and is struggling against his strength, "wake up and let go."

It doesn't hurt, in fact it feels good but she wants to sleep now right up until she feels him kissing the back of her neck. One of her favourite places to be kissed, she resists less and lets him have his way. He's more tender now and without saying a word has gone from trying to hold her down to being a soft, gentle teddy bear of a man who fondles her breasts gently and making her nipples hard whilst gently kissing her down her neck and to her shoulders. 

Sarah moans slightly and gives in, she can feel herself getting wet and her legs open up slightly. Sensing this, Steve pulls himself closer so she can feel how hard he is. 

"OK honey," she says lustily, "you win." And with that she reaches down and slides his cock out of his boxers and towards her moist panties. She now moves the thong to one side and guides him in, after all, his hands are still full. 

Steve's 7 inches is long and hard enough to enter her but only the tip from this position. It's enough to make Sarah moan though as the throbbing head on her g-spot feels amazing. Steve isn't moving much so Sarah grinds him and tries to get more of him insideher, she manages another inch and uses him to pleasure herself. As she gets faster, he slips out and Sarah tries to put his cock back in but try as she might he keeps slipping out.

"Fuck this," she says and pushes him onto his back. Throwing the covers off she straddles him and with her thong still moved to one side she guides him inside her wet pussy, enjoying every inch as he enters her.

She closes her eyes and starts to ride him, sliding herself up and down on his cock. He's still not doing much but that must be because he's just woken up and can't believe his luck. Sarah continues to ride but now leans back and lets her hips and legs take the work so she can play with her clit. It's begging for attention and Steve's useless at multitasking.

"You just lay there," she purrs, and let me ride you."

She leans back and rubs her clit hard. Normally, she likes a slow build but right now she's so horny thanks to her boyfriend's nocturnal urges that she just wants to cum so she can go to sleep happy. She moans louder and she gently bobs up and down on his manhood and rubs her clit up and down.

"Oh yeah," she gasps, "oh fuck, fuck ffffff...ooooohhh!" And she stops as her whole body tenses up and she climaxes on top of Steve. 

"Wow," she says and tries to ride his cock again but notices it isn't hard anymore. She climbs off and grabs it with her hand before realizing what has happened. Her hand is now covered in his hot white spunk though most of that is probably inside her now.

"Oh honey," she says, "never mind, at least I got to cum too."

Sarah lays down and cuddles up to her boyfriend, after a few seconds she feels his breath once again this time on top of her long brown hair.

7:52am

Sarah is awake again but this time it's the sun that's woken her. It shines through the window and reveals that their bedding now needs changing. There's white stains everywhere where the cum from the impromptu session has dried and both of them have rolled over in the night. 

Steve now faces away from Sarah and is still asleep, wearing his boxers still Sarah notices a bulge. Morning wood. She decides to return the favour only this time it's all for him. She cuddles up behind him and he grunts a response. Her left hand though quickly slides into his boxers and finds a semi hard and still sticky cock which quickly gets hard as she fondles it.

"Mmm, morning sexy," Steve moans as he wakes up, "sleep well?"

Sarah decides to play the mute this time, to play Steve's game like he did a few hours previously. He rolls over to give her better access and she takes advantage by removing his boxers and throwing them across the room. Sarah starts to stroke all 7 inches of now hard and dripping cock as Steve lays there with one arm behind his head, enjoying what he's seeing. 

When he's hard enough Sarah starts to reposition herself to below his waistline so she can look him right in the eyes as she puts his cock in her mouth.

"Oh yes," says Steve, "this is how you wake up."

Sarah sucks on the tip and then strokes faster she licks his balls with the tip of her tongue as she slides her hand up and down.

"Fuck," moans Steve, "what did I do to deserve this? Don't stop, oh god."

Sarah loves to hear Steve moaning with pleasure but he said nothing last night so she's determined to make him say her name now when he cums. She slows down so she can take his cock in her mouth again. Her tongue is licking the underside of his shaft as she bobs her head up and down and she can feel him tensing up.

"Oh fuck Sarah, I'm going to cum," says Steve, his voice like his body gets tenser.

Sarah takes her head off his cock and uses both hands now to stroke, making sure every inch is getting treatment. Steve moans louder and his hips rise as he's about to cum again.

"Oh Sarah!" He shouts, knowing she loves that. His hot white spunk quiets out of the top of his exposed purple head covering Sarah's hands and Steve's crotch. She keeps stroking making sure every last drop of this orgasm is taken before he stops her.

Sarah gives Steve a wry smile as he lays out of breath before getting up to have a shower.

"Give me 10 minutes," she says, "and you can have one too. It looks like you need to clean up."

8:15am

Steve comes back into the bedroom and finds Sarah taking the bedding off. Both of them have showered and cleaned themselves of his cum from both sessions, him from the outside and her from the inside.

As she bends over to put the sheet on he lightly smacks her arse, the cheek still exposed by a new clean thong she's wearing

"Morning beautiful," says Steve who then turns her sound and kisses her on the lips. It's not a lust filled deep tongue kiss, more a greeting by two long term partners. Steve helps finish putting the fresh sheet on the bed by tucking in opposite corner to the one Sarah is now tending to.

"So what did I do to deserve such a fantastic wake up this morning," Steve asks with a grin.

"Come on now," replies Sarah, "you don't have to play dumb anymore you know what you did."

Steve thinks for a moment, "was it me doing the laundry?"

"No," replies Sarah playfully.

"Cooking dinner?" He guesses.

"No, though I'm appreciative of that too."

Steve looks genuinely puzzled by what he did, "Sarah, I honestly don't know then."

Sarah now looks confused, "what we or more specifically did in the middle of the night?" she tries to hint, "come on Steve I know you're memory is bad sometimes but surely you remember waking up last night to fuck me?"

"I never woke up in the middle of the night", he says thoughtfully, "though I did have a very horny dream last night that you rode me."

Sarah laughs and comes over to put her arms around her boyfriend's waist.

"That my darling," she says, "was not a dream."



In the Middle of Tomorrow



Jimmy stopped in the middle of tomorrow. He was in his 18th summer. He had never been here before and like all strangers in a strange land, he stopped to get his breath back. Maybe tomorrow was kinder than today. It seemed the same, though. Magnets like food and air and breath and the need to see his bones knitted together in the same way, as yesterday had something to do with it.

Maybe something he knew was at hand. Something he sensed rather than saw. He knew one thing clearly. Dave was leaving town. For that was all that Dave did in the interim that was his life, the leaving place, the bidding farewell to this school and this town, to repeat the same thing the next year and the year after that. Until there was nothing left for anyone to do, but to leave Dave.

Jimmy thought, ok, the sex had been great. The knives didn't cut as deeply anymore. Maybe this was where Dave would stay, only this time Jimmy had gotten here ahead of him. Maybe Jimmy would turn round now in the hot summer rain and the cottony gray sky, and there the lanky, nervous, rabbity Dave would be. Dave, having run away from Jimmy and from himself.

And Jimmy there naked with naked also Dave. And saying to him, sorry, chum, this time I'm not allowing it. This time I'm not allowing you to run away from me because that would mean you are running equally as fast and far away from yourself. He would watch him there in that in-between place with no one round, save the both of them.

Jimmy would put his hand to Dave's cock, and would say, see, this is how my hand felt on you; this is the excitement I brought you; this is the love that came from me to you; and he would show Dave that it never happened, the goings away; that the guts took in staying. The guts took in remembering yesterday.

He would put Dave's hand on his own Jimmy cock rising and hardening, as Dave's was, even with Jimmy's hand removed from it. He would look at his dark hued friend in the gusty hot rain. He would say nothing but go to him and his eyes are the mirrors that reflected Dave's dark eyes back at himself.

I got you locked up in me, he would tell Dave, and he would hold him and hold him tightly, as the rain poured down round them. And he would whisper in Dave's ears the words, the ones that his friend ran from, like mercury cross a plate of glass, to this town and that, this city and that, frenzied, falling across a glass globe that tilted this way and then another. He would whisper the words to Dave as Dave held his friend and they felt their bodies wet and hot together, their hair matted and sleek.

I will not listen, Jimmy thought. I will not listen for the rain, because now it does not make a sound. Now it is a thing of something close to magic, with no aroma of rain to it, no trees near by, nor ground to stand on, cause it's Dave and me, and gravity is an incremental, for I am not on the lip of a dream, or the edge of desperation, though Jimmy knew that was exactly what it was.

I am not hearing the going away sounds; I am not hearing my heart beat more and more sluggishly. I am in his arms again. He is not cold or tough or distant. He does not use me or invite me with nothing, for he is naked with me in that first wild night when the stars grasped the sky of dark and held it further back, for the two of us—man, we were giants then; we were more than; we knew how to do it. There was no awkwardness. There was no stairs to go up to and see if anyone was listening to the skin of the night that we were half renting and tearing apart.

Dave is not here. Dave and I are then. Back in the middle of yesterday. And he's me and I'm him as we touch-as we harden and our tits are berries as our lean bellies hold quite and warm and right making. He is not alone. He does not have the world backing him into a corner. He does not have to be defensive, always with the fear and the anger and the growl half in his throat, like a leopard in mourning.

It was his house. It was mine. And we fucked. We fucked and it hurt and I bled and he held me as the world bled him, as he took my whole body and comforted me into a small and smaller ball that he put in his shirt pocket for safe keeping. I never had to try to find him or wonder where he went. I was in his shirt pocket. I was everything to him. He said it once. Grudgingly. But he said it. And he said I'm leaving and I said I'm not going anywhere. No, he cupped my balls with one hand, my chin with the other. No, he said, I me Dave I'm going.

He didn't mean it. I caressed his arms and I kissed his mouth. I whispered we're together, man. We are forever, man. He pushed me aside and said, no, get that out of your mind, Jimmy, forever and a day. He was running to something, which was why I was in the middle of tomorrow to show him what he might have thrown away. To show him what he was leaving behind in tatters. To show someone could be trusted.

That bus train plane all those horrible torture devices—that was all they were—that was the wrong of everything—everybody was going to tomorrow and tomorrow was just a half-assed version of today. Tomorrow had only memories of yesterday and the day after that was another yesterday to run from. It's a loser's game. A sucker's game. Recourse and a field of remorse and a world of rue, Davey, so believe me, so true.

I will haunt you, I said. I will be here naked and forever young, I will find other beautiful boys to suck and to fuck and to come in and be come in by them, and you, Dave, you, you stupe, you'll just get older and older and more forlorn. You'll have your goddam tomorrow. You know what it will be worth? You know? And Dave heard me crying. He pulled at me out of the rain. I screamed don't pull me out of the rain, it's your tomorrow and the one after that and the tomorrow to come and it will just be you, fading away.

Even I'm better than that, me the scrawny, me the timid, me the scared—even I am better than your just following the herd and going up there and fading the fuck away, what are you, nuts?, man are you really that idiotic? Like some movie you love that's aging and fading and getting tears in it and blotches and scratches. No, Davey, you want my dick in your mouth. You want to find me there with you in the morning. You want the almost being caught and then the being caught and you turned it on its head and we laughed our asses off. 

And Dave said, get dressed. And Dave said, the bus leaves in an hour. And Dave started putting on his clothes over his rococo skin that was burnished with fever and sex and being that was so powerful, I felt literally soaked in him. I was awash in Dave. I understood him totally, cell for cell. I understood and the understanding took root under my top right rib and tore the rib in half and burst through my chest like a huge magnificent bloody thorn with a million stobs on it and I screamed, cause I knew how he was, I knew Dave, I was Dave. My heart was stopping. It would take forever to stop for good. I could not breathe.

Dave held me. My body was with like the ague. He asked if I was okay. He had that gentle look in his lips he got sometimes, and his obsidian eyes went deep, only this time my puny green ones went deeper. Dave, I breathed hard, to get the words out, to make sure this time I didn't do it, as maybe I had in the past—I said, get out of here, Dave, get away from this haunted boy, get out now, I'll smother you, I won't go to tomorrow anymore; it's yours; it's yours. 

Dave was saying he would call 911. I stopped him and the cell dropped to the floor of his bedroom, the summer sun hot and yellow and heavy as gold chains coming in and dropping hard on us—get the fuck out of here, come on. I'm okay. Go, dammit. He had a bus to catch. I lay on his bed limply. I scared him. I could have at that moment have said stay and he would for as long as I wanted. But I saw what would happen. I saw what love so strong, so out of control could conjure. I tried to dress. Dave, very carefully, very slowly, dressed me. I said as he knelt by me, if you don't get out---

And my words were not pleading, but cold, his kind of coldness when his back was against the walls and he didn't want to use his jackknife, so he understood and kept asking, are you sure? Are you sure? I said, get the damn suitcase and go fuckit go. 

And when it was over, when the bus left, when Dave left me for tomorrow, I finally turned and walked into yesterday, where the ghost of Dave lived, where he would stay young forever, where I would grow older and older, and he more and more vague, until he was a tentative pencil sketch, falling apart at the seams, then drifting off to clouds of snow and cold and forever remorse. He would not kill me back there, as my love for him would have killed him, had he stayed.

But oh god I wish he would. Oh god I wish he would.

And this is to Dave, running through all his tomorrows up there, from his friend, Jimmy, in all our memories back here, saying I love you. And saying, as in prayer, come home, Dave, please come home. It's not right in the ghost stories—the ghost is not a dead person's spirit. The ghost is as he has always been. A rememberer. And a very willing, this time, savior of a once-friend.

Come over for coffee some morning. I'll tell you about it. That is, if you don't already know the cost of being in the middle of all your tomorrows. The terrible, terrible costs.