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Remedy

By: oOScarletWingsOo



Mr. Walsh buzzed Tamara into the office. She came in holding a notepad and a pen. She stopped, closed the door behind her, then walked cat-like and slow to the seat on the other side of Mr. Walsh's desk. He didn't hide his appraisal of her while she sat down. Mr. Walsh heard Tamara's stockings rub together when she crossed her legs. He was pleased by the way her skirt inched up, baring more of her thighs.

Tamara played with the golden heart charm on her necklace. When Mr. Walsh didn't speak, she straightened her back and let the charm fall between her cleavage.

"Is there something you wanted?" she said. Her voice came out pleasant but unsteady.

"You're wearing stockings right?"

Tamara nodded.

"Show me."

Tamara stood, placed her foot on the chair then pulled up the hem of her skirt, showing the lacy top of her stocking.

"Don't move," Mr. Walsh said.

He walked from behind his desk to kneel in front of Tamara. Mr. Walsh used his hand to follow the curve of Tamara's leg. He didn't stop until his hand disappeared under the hem of her skirt. His thumb touched Tamara's shaven pussy lips. 

Mr. Walsh helped Tamara out of her skirt then replaced her foot on the chair. She caught Mr. Walsh behind the head just before he moved in to place his lips on the top of her pussy. It was a gentle kiss and one that didn't linger. Mr. Walsh was intent on tasting Tamara. He probed her with his tongue until he heard Tamara's moans rise in pitch.

Tamara held tightly to a handful of Mr. Walsh's dark hair. He seemed to know just how to lick her, when to ease up and when to drive his attention down hard and quick on her clit.

Mr. Walsh pulled his mouth away to tell Tamara, "Take off the rest of your clothes."

His tongue was back in her pussy, moving lightly, teasingly as he watched Tamara remove her blouse then free her breasts. She made a move to push down her stockings.

"No. Leave them on. The shoes too."

Tamara remained still. She was an enticing form that Mr. Walsh took his time to observe. The stockings encased Tamara's legs, giving them a captivating sheen. They were so luminescent that Mr. Walsh couldn't help but run his hands over them once, than again before gazing up at Tamara's face. He wanted to see her response when he sucked her clit into his mouth. The way it had swollen, begging for more rubbing, flicking and sucking thrilled him. The delicious musk of her sex was all over his face making his mouth water. Mr. Walsh watched Tamara clinch her eyes closed when he added a finger. He teased her hole, circled it but never plunged inside. 

"Tell me."

"God, yes," Tamara murmured.

"Yes what?" Mr. Walsh punctuated his question with a kiss on her tummy.

"It feels good."

"What do you want?" Mr. Walsh pulled his finger forward and began tapping on Tamara's clit.

"Your finger...inside."

"Look at me."

Tamara's eyelids were heavy. Her body jerked with the taps from Mr. Walsh's finger. He did what she asked, but it wasn't enough. She grabbed his wrist, pushed more of his finger inside and set the pace, in and out.

Mr. Walsh groaned. He was aroused by her response. He wanted it to be his cock. He slipped another finger inside, knowing that his dick could stretch her, fill her beyond the width of his fingers. Tamara was tight, so tight he could barely spread his fingers apart while they were inside her pussy. She was gloriously wet.

There was no more shyness in Tamara's expression now. Her eyes were filled with lust for Mr. Walsh as he curled his fingers inside her. 

"I'm going to fuck you. Here. On this desk," Mr. Walsh said. He withdrew his fingers then raked his moistened fingertips along her clit and watched Tamara shiver. 

Tamara backed away from him. Her legs were unsteady but carried her the short distance to the edge of the desk. She flopped over onto the desktop, bent forward at the waist and spread her legs. At the sound of his zipper Tamara took hold of the sides of the desk. She felt the head of his cock flick along her swollen lips then before she could beg for him to fuck her he was inside. His entrance was swift and hard. The pencil holder and monitor on the desk shook. Two more strokes rattled them further and Tamara whimpered low in her throat. He took hold of her shoulders and used them to pull her back into him. 

Mr. Walsh listened to the tick tick sound of the heart charm of Tamara's necklace colliding against the desktop. He knew that it was bouncing against her full breast as well and that spurred his desire to pound her senseless. He looked down at her and for a moment wished he could see her forehead creased, cheeks flushed and mouth open while he gave his sweet Tamara the length of his cock. He settled for listening to the sounds of her pleasure. The cherished sounds of her whimpers turned into full on groans as the depth and speed of his strokes intensified. He altered his movements slightly to keep her on the brink of her orgasm. He pulled his cock out slowly and enjoyed seeing it glistening with her juices. The pink of her stretched around him. 

He lost himself too long in the erotic sight of her pussy. Tamara turned back to look at him and with pleading eyes she said, "Don't stop."

"I'm only taking the time to watch your beautiful pussy grab my cock." Mr. Walsh said, sliding inside again. "You do have a splendid little cunt."

Tamara moaned then let out a little giggle. 

"You like that huh?" he asked.

Mr. Walsh pushed his hips against Tamara's ass.

"I do. I like it."

"You like me telling you what a pretty pussy you have don't you?" When he got a moan instead of an answer Mr. Walsh's hand came down across Tamara's ass with a slap.

"Yes. I love it."

Mr. Walsh leaned over Tamara's back. He positioned his mouth close to her ear.

Tamara arched her back and allowed Mr. Walsh to pull her up against his chest. His hands clasped around her neck. Her body was a perfect bow, stretched taunt against the searing pleasure between her legs.

"Exquisite. Wet. So fucking tight."

Mr. Walsh punctuated his praise with thrusts of his cock. Tamara cried out. The way her body was tethered to Mr. Walsh's she could hardly move as the waves of orgasm rocked her body. Each wave was quick and left her muscles throbbing. Mr. Walsh turned her loose. She caught herself on the desk. The teetering pencil holder tumbled to the ground when Mr. Walsh rammed inside her. He thrust against the pleasure in her pussy and replaced it with twinges of pain as his penetration became too deep.

Tamara bit into her clenched fist. She allowed Mr. Walsh to use her pussy. She felt his fingers dig into the flesh of her bottom. He groaned once then she was free. Tamara's breathing slowed as spurts of Mr. Walsh's come lashed across her lower back. Her body relaxed. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her ass to sway against Mr. Walsh's softening cock. His come cooled. Tamara shivered as one thick glob ran over her hip.

Mr. Walsh zipped his pants. In that one simple motion he went from fervent lover to professional. Other than a flush that warmed his smooth cheeks, one could hardly tell he'd only moments ago been fucking. Fucking very well, Tamara thought to herself. She retrieved a handkerchief from the desk drawer and did her best to clean herself up.

Mr. Walsh smiled at her. She was missing a line of come that was out of reach.

"Here. Let me help you."

Tamara stood still. His hand was warm through the thin handkerchief. She held her breath in anticipation and then let it out in slow disappointment when his hand didn't linger. She stepped around the desk to stand in front of the black leather chair and to put distance between the two of them.

"I think that will be all, Bradley."

Bradley Walsh's lips turned up into a smirk. "Yes, Tam-," he cleared his throat. "Ms. Sloan." Bradley smoothed his tie down the front of his dress shirt then turned to exit the office. 

Remedy for a Stumbler



Who, what, where, when, why? Have I lost the trail again? Have I lost myself in the moment and forgotten how to breathe? How to think? How to remember? This is all I know in those panicked minutes. That they come, moments when I lose my grip and tumble, and that I have to focus, focus, focus. When I find myself in a car, in a bed, in a room, and I find nothing else to connect with. Not in the surroundings, not in the depths of a gridlocked memory. When I'm nobody, and I can't recall anything. Open your eyes, look around. Find something to undo the stalemate, someone with the jumper cables to your identity.

People, walls, sky up ahead, stark shadows. It's a city. City, in the sense of the word centuries past. A labyrinth of narrow streets, cobblestone pavement and still life of postcard picturesque tourist traps. A turn around the corner and a new scene, another turn and a secret backyard oasis. I know the kind. The epitome Old Town. This is old Europe, a foundation cornerstone for the skyscraper metropolis madness that threatens to shade out everything else. But here, the footsteps of history from Hansa to Holocaust still echo. Now a petite cliché to Japanese flocks herded by in a flurry of Fuji snapping. Amsterdam? Leipzig? Prague? Warsaw? Does it matter? 

Catalogue snapshot carefree teens camp on the narrow sidewalks still coloured from a time when latrines were dumped from the windows above. An old woman in an even older scarf sells Coke cans and Jugend style pottery cats from an 18th century hole in the wall. Cell phones bleeps outside a Byzantic ornamented copper gate of a palace of worship. Everywhere like that, time is omnipresent, all flashes of new gently wrapped or firmly trapped in tendrils reaching forward from centuries past.

This is old, and I am young. At least I think I am, and all I sense is the flood of empty people, trampling what might have been a proud hotbed of pivotal events into a Disneyland for the wannabe intellectuals. What am I doing here? Did I come to see if touching these old bricks would make a difference, as if walls and arches and blackened oak doors could tell me who I am? But all I get is white noise. Whatever might whisper messages of truth to me is drowned in a whirlpool of dreary distraction. How can I find answers when I don't even know the questions?

There. A more than static dispatch on a dead screen, a jolt of consciousness in the void. Noise to signal. My senses might deceive me, but not my spine. A rain of icicles down my central cord follows, a flash of my subconscious, hollering that something has changed right outside the periphery of my perception. I know it in my heart before it reaches my head, I taste it in the air before the words dig in, knock the right frequencies and ring a harmony of message.

It is a chant, a signal, a sonic watermark imprinted on the inside of my skull. A name, my name. I cannot hear the words explicitly, but I still know. This is my spine speaking. I follow it like a blind dolphin might follow an alluring dot on his sonic radar. Just that and nothing else is all I cling to. Just a siren's song for my ears alone, that stands out from cobblestone clatter and unfocused chatter like a fifth wheel fugue harmony, much higher and brighter, but still concealed in a weave on the brink of chaos.

I follow the melody, spin, search, scream to get an echo. And there, once again, the voice, calling for me, but mocking with its fleeting presence. I sense nothing but cosmic background hum, I see nothing but the same generic tourist duplicated over and over. There it is again. Scan, scan, stare, where, where… Not here, think outside the box. Outside, I said. Up? Up. I raise my head, find what I was looking for, and I am home. That is the feeling I get when my eyes meet hers. An angel on a balcony in a blue dress, black hair and dimples in her glittering smile.

She laughs. I love her. I have no idea why, except that she is beautiful, but there must be more to it than that. This is something, a straw to cling to, a loose end to unravel the knot that is me. I dare not speak. Does she know I'm lost? Does she know me at all? A forced smile in return and a feeble wave will have to do for now. She bites the lower lip of her grin in a poster girl poise and words a silent "Come here".

Come here, come hither, little boy, and I will sing you a lullaby… What was that? Her voice, I'm sure of it, rising like a single bubble of information from the depths of my black pool of amnesia. I stare bewildered at her dazzling frame trying to lure something else to emerge, but all that I can find is her beauty. The delicate curve of her neck, her slender arms gleaming in the sunlight that doesn't reach down to street level, the proud bosom hugged by blue fabric. Dimples, freckles, dyed black hair, painted blue nails.

I stare, that is all I can do, and spread my hands in a non-committing gesture of confusion. Please understand, please guide me, lead me, love me. Again that laugh, and she rolls her eyes to my helpless condition. A thumb and a nod tell me, around the corner, and an amused eyebrow whispers, you clown. I blow her a kiss, it seems appropriate, and attack the pungent river of crowd oozing along around me. A purpose, a focus. I have a goal now. To reach the angel, to take her in my arms and let her carry my drifting soul in whatever direction she sees fit. It is trust at it's most basic. I have to trust my love, and the memory of a nursery rhyme on constant repeater in my head.

Come here, come hither, little boy… Yes, I'm coming. Wait for me. Please wait.

"Hotel," says the sign above the door. "Hello, sir," says the man behind the counter as I barge in. A returned greeting rewards me a snappy nod and a brass key on a silver tray. It is old, he is old, the lobby is ancient and all three smells of teak oil. A key, and a nod. So this is the right path, this is where I belong. Steps blur past, I take them two or three at the time. Doors, people, paintings on the walls, all become a tunnel stretched endlessly in front of me, writhing and twisting, but never leading to my passageway to Narnia, no door matches the glowing digits on the key chain. Acid milk burns and I feel the rush of pulse strike from behind. Where are you, where the hell are you? Calm, breathe, focus. Don't give in to the panic, don't fall into the black void. Breathe and think. Think and breathe. 4-C it says. The key to redemption. One more climb, just another set of stairs. Please let it be true.

My tongue taste of iron, my lungs ache and my head is bursting with purpose. This is it, two inches of fir and paint between me and my saving grace. Or my desperate hope that she will be. A shaking hand fumbles with the key, a shaking head tries to blow the hurricane out of my coordination centre, a shaking fist finally gives up and hammers on the thin doorframe.

Movement, thumping sounds and a lock that rattles. She is there, her face now not a seductive wink, but a worried fluster, her frame no less wonderful, standing in the doorway with a speech halfway up her throat when she stops. The city, the cardboard tourists, the old bricks and new inhabitants, all fade away into nothingness. She is my key, I know that now, my guide back to a safe foothold. The look on her face… A frown? A smile? Somewhere in between? She wears every nuance of her heart on the outside. A joyful loving laughter back on the balcony, and endless care and concern in the doorway. Yes, that fragment fits the frame. That is why I love her. 

"Oh puppy," she sings in a minor key of compassion. No, not sings, but every syllable hits a clear note that rings true with my own frequencies. "Did it happen again? Are you lost?"

Am I lost? Lost for words at least, and I numbly hand her the key from my still shaky hand. She knows. Oh god, she knows. And holds a hand out in invite. Come here, come hither… It tears my last defences down, and the terrified little boy inside, so far kept suppressed to survive, can no longer be held at bay. My chest shudders, my head spins, and I stumble forward into her waiting arms, fall to my knees and bury my weeping face in the tender softness of her belly. Each tear paints a dark Rorschach blot emergency call on her bright blue dress. One. Help me.  Two. I'm so afraid.  Three. Who am I?  Four. Why me? 

Her hands on my head, her fingers in my hair, her voice, saturated and deep from the closeness reaches deep, deep into the dark well of my confidence, finds and smothers the leak of anxiety that threatens to drown me.

"Hush, baby. You're with me now. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Relax. Just relax."

She kneels down. Careful, motherly, feline. Kisses my face, light little butterflies of comfort in a circle, forehead to chin, and back. She licks up a tear from my cheek and brushes her tongue over my lips, then melting, merging with me, lips to lips, mould to perfect mould. She is close, she is mine, she loves me and she will make it all right. A slender frame of hope, an angel in my arms. Guide me. Bring me back.

Ancient floorboards creak as she stands up. I notice smells, vanilla, perfume, coffee. Yes, these are the fragrances of my universe. They are in the room, in her hair, on her hands. I put her delicate palm to my face and breathe, inhale memories and notions. Still scattered, still without a name and direction. But they are right, true, me. She smiles and pulls me up.

"Ring any bells?" she says and bring me close again.

"Small ones, far away." It's the first thing I've said, the only words I can remember having ever spoken. They seem too small for the occasion. "I remember…that I love you."

Her response is a gleam, a diamond sparkle in her eyes. "Good. And remember that I love you too. Remember that, and don't hold back."

"Hold back?"

"Yes. Don't. Are you afraid of me?"

I shake my head no. Not of her.

"Are you shy?"

Another no.

"Then why don't you touch me?"

That wonderful smile, those deep dimples, a playful fire in big, dark eyes. Playful, erratic, erotic, sincere, emotions and intentions lighting up like flares in her face. Who are you? What is your story? Will I ever know? Do I really care? I have here and now, and here and now is wonderful. I pull her close and kiss her for as long as my breath carries me. The curve of her back and mound of her buttocks feels warm and welcoming in my hands. She clings to my intentions and neck, squeezes her body against me and her promises against my desires.

The room is white, all white. Ivory hue paint over dark wood, porcelain figurines on white shelves, pale, pale yellow curtains pulled half aside, glowing white in the sharp sunlight, lilies on a table, linen on the bed. Only the bright blue swirl of her dress and the deep, dark irises of her eyes shine in different colours. Her hair smells like vanilla. Her body feels like home. We shed skin and leave a wrinkled puddle of her blue and my black on the white floor, a tangled mess of clumsy giggles, ripped buttons and delightful connotations. Blue gave way to pale gold, shapes of basic humanity, a journey from tiptoed feet to fuzzy neck hair, via routes of elegant, uncomplicated exposure. A land that is ours, and ours alone.

Her fingertips, soft, pink buttons, and nails in blue, slide over my bare hips and chest. My lips sample her ear, palms sample the curve of her spine. Nothing else, just that, heartbeat after heartbeat. I marvel in this newfound glory, the first such sight and sensation I can recall, but still so familiar. There is no need, no urgency to rush. A little closer, a fraction yet, and her pink nipples dance on my chest, back and forth, over and over. They push a little harder on the inhale, almost lose contact on the exhale. I match my breathing to hers, and lean in yet a little bit, pull her waist closer and feel the exquisite warmth of a body shivering in pleasure. Softness of skin, tenderness of light caresses, her hair tickling my shoulder and a face serenely leaned against my neck.

We step, we stumble, we fumble, we fall into a sea of white linen, land heavily, bodies ground tight together. And I roll, lock her to my gravity and grab her hands in mine, pull them up, up, up… Arms above her head, legs by instinct parted, she lays below me, breathing, writhing slowly for that wanton friction between us. I hush her to tranquillity, and together we listen to the murmur of the city outside. Footsteps, laughter, wind and distant traffic all blend into a reminder that we are just two in the world, that it rushes on, oblivious to us, so that we can rush on, oblivious to it. I look into her eyes, taste her breath inches away and wonder… There is a world, a life that is mine, just out of reach. But do I want it? How can it possibly be any better than this pocket existence, a blissful ignorance of nothing but an exotic city backdrop, a white room and my soft, sparkling, soulful saviour?

She senses my hesitation and loving warmth becomes wistful fire in her eyes. She knows, oh yes, she knows. She has been there before. She loves me, she knows me, how I think, how I reason.

"Oh no, you don't," she laughs. "You follow my lead. I need you back, damn it. Stubborn man."

She is right. Of course she is. I have to trust, and I will do whatever she wants of me.

I nod. "What…what do I do?"

"You're tired, you need sleep. That's when you stray, that's when you lose focus and let go of yourself. Just sleep, dream, and you'll be sorted out in the morning."

"I'm not sleepy."

"Oh, but you will be," she says, a giggle barely concealed. "I know just the right way."

Her hands squeeze mine and her thighs slide up along my hips, calves around my back, a heel playfully glides over my ass. A laugh playfully glides over her lips, before that minimal gap between us once again is bridged, and she sucks on my tongue with the vigour of greed. I untangle and slide, savour and descend. Her lips taste of coffee, her neck taste of perfume. Her breasts, just skin, a raw, warm, honest fragrance of body. Further down a gentle trace of salt and the thinnest sheen of sweat mix with my saliva. And something else... sharper… musk? My own cologne imposed on her skin? All is eventually drowned out by a sweet and sharp taste between soft thighs, and I lick my way in to the centre. She tries to talk, to whisper, to shout, to encourage, but verbal yields to vocal and vocal finally yields to kinetics and a hand on my neck urging me down, in, deeper, deeper…

A shudder, a muffled shout, two hands from above and a bucking crotch from below fuses me to her and her pleasure peak. An overwhelming taste, a mind-bending sensation and an empowering revelation. I reach up and place a hand on her chest to feel her hyperventilation dance in its very own pace. Her hands let go, and I lift my glittering lips, heave myself up and let them fall back on her mouth again. She swirls her essence on her tongue and look at me with glazed eyes.

"Hey you," she murmurs. "That was not what I meant."

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. I'll never do it again, I swear," I say with a straight face.

She burst out laughing. "I didn't say that!"

I kiss her nose and wink at her. My hand plays on autopilot with her wet folds, and I'm ready, aligned for a perfect union. Gravity does the rest, and I enter her fast, deep and hard. This is what she wants, exactly the path she has chosen for me. I can see it in the beacons flaring behind her pupils, I can hear it in her gasp, an almost inarticulate "Yes!". The heat, the wonderful resolute grip on my shaft, the sense of being so close, so connected, drowns out every concern, every distraction, every conscious thought. This is right, I am home, safe, happy, loved. The event horizon ends on the edges of a linen sheet, population, two. 

In our cocoon, there are no more boundaries, and the pale skinned, dark haired lotus below me unfolds, spreads herself for the taking, lets me race at my own pace towards release. Her hands cling to linen, her lids close, her head tilts back and her back arches to serve her full figure to my will. And I push, pull, push, claim her for my own selfish needs, feast on her surrender, thrust deeper harder and faster until all sense of moderation disappears. I crash into her in animalistic frenzy, lick her sweet skin, bite her tender flesh, grip, squeeze, suck and thrust until a red hot explosion races through my body and I splash her womb with the ultimate, white evidence of my desires. 

I moan out of breath, shudder in the aftermath of the eruption, circle her waist and lift her upright. My spent and diminishing erection slide out of her as she cradles my face in her breasts, lets me nurse on her hardened buds like a child. Teeth grazing by the tips, and she shivers, teeth nudging, nibbling, biting down gently around, and she moans, leans forward, pushes me off, chiding, smiling, teasing. She tilts me back, and I fall, my head outside the bed. A white wall and a shelf with porcelain figurines hang upside down in the middle of my vision. A turtle, a cheetah, a centaur, an angel. My angel has her own plans, her private ambitions and devices, now revealed in a curious tongue licking the remains of semen and sweetness off me, sending lust ripples radiating. Her tongue swivel the exposed head, and I can barely keep still from the sharp jolts of sensation. Then a warmth, a new incredible embrace. She sinks down, lips wrapped close, tongue a soft cushion, teeth gently grazing. Second by second, breath by breath, she swallows me whole. I forget the outside, that probe inside of her mouth is my whole horizon. And in her care, I ignite the afterburner and grow ready once again.

Does she know me so well, more tuned to my body than I am? A well expected response to a neatly calculated call? Her motions and intentions deliver the answer. Her hands seek mine, and pull me from my exile outside the perimeter of our linen sheet kingdom. Upright she slide along my torso, guide me back inside the warmth between her legs and take control. I am a mere passenger, a tourist in her wonderland, and I hold on for all I'm worth. She gyrates, squeezes, milks and writhes me to the edge of threshold, then slows the flood to a trickle, a mere tender embrace to cool me off. Oh yes, she knows me all right. One, twice, thrice she brings me nerve-wrenchingly close to release, close to tears, close to hysteria, and I know that it will not be my body that crosses that line first, but my mind. She can do this forever, and I suspect behind pulse roaring ears and blurred vision that she just might. So eventually I snap, throw my brains back and throw my angel down for a remorseless assault, a hammer blow rutting until we both roar in ecstasy of a common orgasm.

"Mmm," she moans, minutes later, in my ear. "That was good."

"Yes. But I'm still not sleepy."

A warm laugh. "Patience, love. I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot."

Recharge, unload, rest, rave. We follow a rhythm of exhaustion to end station, rest silent in each other's arms, then thrashing sheets and throwing vowels at the roof. Again and again. A little more tired each time, a little more bruised. Final redemption is on the way, the gateway to my past, but I don't want to let go, want to hold on to this primal dance as long as my limbs carry me. Recharge, unload, unwind, explode.

The sun is lower now. The shadows of surrounding houses, blocking its rays from illuminating the pale yellow curtains, is my only indicator of passing time. But hours must have passed. My limbs are exhausted beyond control and by brain screams from release from consciousness' vice. I sink from her embrace into a trembling heap, so spent, so sated, so incredibly close to sleep. I long now to surrender to dreams, voices that will tell me everything, unlock my riddle and bring me back. Her soft arms cradle my head and her body rocks mine further and further down. The last thing I hear before I drift into the welcoming darkness is a voice, her voice, in an arcane minor melody.




Remedy for a Stumbler



"Come here, come hither, little boy,
and I will sing you a lullaby.
You're tired now, you lost your toy.
Hush now baby, sleep, don't cry."

I wake up to a white ceiling. Did I lose the trail again? Did I lose myself in the moment and forgot how to breathe? I must have. There is a blur in my recollection of yesterday afternoon, and all the other telltale signs are there. Vague recollections of a cold panic in my chest, of tears, of a brass key smelling of teak oil. And sex. Oh yes, mind-blowing, draining acrobatics between two writhing shapes and a soaked sheet, Emily's favourite remedy to my predicament. Just too bad it's only a pleasant dream image for me.

Emily is up already, out the door, never wasting an hour of daylight, my little hyperactive sunshine. She said she wanted to tread every pavement of Prague before she felt she was done with the city. I'll have to thank her later. My love, my lifeline, my link to a sane existence. Thank her for being so patient. But then again, I get the feeling she likes this way too much.

My name is Jonah. I know that now. I live a blessed life, with purposes and plans, and a brave and beautiful soulmate by my side. An angel with dyed black hair, freckles on her cheeks and dimples when she smiles. But I hide a secret, a flaw, a deviation from the mould of mental stability. Sometimes my grip of things slips, that's the best way I can describe it. All my identity, but a blank sheet of consciousness, glides though my fingers and down to the bottom of me, where I cannot willingly follow.

If you ever see me frozen, perplexed in a moving crowd, stumbling out of tune with the world, don't be afraid. I am quite harmless. In a pocket, or in a wallet, you will find a note with instructions and a number. Call it, call Emily, my wife. She will always guide me home.



Remember



Remember the time you brought home that slut we shared in a threesome. How sweet you were to bring her home for me. Well, that's what you told me. 

I soon found out otherwise. It certainly started with the three of us. Kissing, rubbing and pleasing each other. I couldn't believe how hot she was and how bad you wanted a piece of that nice ass. I've never just watched, and since I had my toy with me I figured I'd have a little fun.

I like the way you handle a woman, gentle, but firm enough to show you mean business. I was getting so hot just watching the 2 of you. The two of you stood naked in candlelight. Oh god how sexy it was. As you grab the back of her hair she drops to here knees an grabs onto that awesome cock of yours. She parts her lips, slides her tongue out of her mouth and begins to explore your cock, circling the head with her tongue. You quickly grabbed her up and kissed her passionately.

Oh shit, how I wanted you inside of me, slapping your balls against my ass. I didn't realize I had been playing with my nipples. Oh how I wish I could take them in my mouth, flick my nipples with my hot tongue. I very quietly, trying not to interrupt their erotic dance, pulled out my vibrator thinking this is just gonna have to do. As I explored my own body I felt a rush. I had just seen Don pull her up by her hair and begging to passionately kiss her. You pulled her hair sharply back and to the right exposing the crook of her neck. I'm thinking that should be me. Your making me crazy with desire. You bring your tongue down her neck a gently begin biting her right there, my favorite spot. Hands run down her chest to her perky breast. You squeezed with just force she wenches not sure whether it was pain or pure pleasure.

As I probe my wet pussy with my vibrator I hit my clit. Such a mind blowing feeling. I gotta have your cock inside me. You are so into what you are doing I felt envious and charged by the pleasures she was inuring. Your such a terrible tease to bring her to the edge, time after time and then back away. I'm not sure what she was feeling, but was quite certain what I was feeling I needed to be fucked hard and right now!! My vibe is going crazy as I turn up the intensity and started to circle my clit. Rou8nd and round, pinching my nipples with the other hand. I can feel the lust, this incredible sensation, devouring my whole body. I was leaving this world for another when your voice broke into my head and I heard ass it the air slut. You picked me up by my hips, flipped me over and spread my legs and offered my wet pussy to your other bitch. I willingly obliged. I have thought about this day for years. How to pleasure another woman? 

On our knees in the candlelight our bodies meshed and seem to become. one. Our mouths meeting, lips spreading tongues probing we melt into a heap on the floor at your feet. You tried to join us but we wouldn't have it. I've never felt the softness of another woman. My hands roamed from her feet to her inner thighs. How cute she is when she shutter. She throws her head back while arching her back and I found her nipples very close to my mouth. I reached out to those erect nipples with my tongue. Round and round I went licking, sucking and nibbling on her beautiful tits. 

I craved her wet pussy and I slid myself down her body toward her melting pot. Pushing her legs apart gently, I spread her lips to find that special spot. I've never been this close to a clit before. All that pleasure from that little bud and I'm this close to it. I asked myself quickly, "What do I do". I didn't know but I wasn't gonna waste anymore time. I positioned myself so that I could see her face. I slid 2 fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with the little finger of my other had. The waves of pleasure hit her face and I knew I was pleasing her. 

Apparently you couldn't take it any more. You lifted my ass so that I was now on my knees and begin to do to me that I was doing to your bitch. In , out, and around, it didn't matter as long as those fingers kept moving increasing the intensity with every stroke. You must have been paying close attention because as my tongue got closer to that shaved pussy, I could feel your hot breath on my ass. You began flicking my clit at the same time I devoured hers. As I sucked, licked and flicked it with my tongue she began to shake and make noises I didn't know possible. She started screaming fuck me PLEASE fuck me. I grabbed you by the arm and brought you closer to her. I screamed at you to fuck her and fuck her good. Then fuck me like I've never been fucked before.. I was in heaven, watching you and your little bitch get it on.

I had my vibrator in hand and by now it wouldn't take much but I was gonna drag it out. While you fucked her I went around and around my clit and just brushing it from time to time working myself into a frenzy. Bringing myself to the edge and back again several times I moved toward you and pulled you off of her and slid down your hot cock. Such a fit I thought. Slowly to the top of your cock and back again you grab my tits and worked your fingers to my nipples and squeezed ever so lightly. Electric waves went though my body and I screamed a very primal scream and then back down hard on your cock . Up and down a couple more times and I exploded screaming Fuckkkkkkk Meeeeeeeee. My hands were tearing at your chest and you grabbed my whist's in one hand, rolled me onto my side and fucked like I have never been fucked before. I came with such force that I felt I was gonna black out. OMG, can it really be this good???



Remember



'So tell me again, what do they do to you?'

Gary watched Ruth through the large window between the two offices. She was perched on the edge of the desk facing him. Her legs were delicately crossed and her foot was tapping in the air to some imagined rhythm as she coiled the telephone flex around her finger. Her blank gaze suddenly focused on him as she caught him looking at her. She smiled and then raised her eyes to the ceiling, pointing to the receiver and silently mouthing sorry. Her eyes once again glazed over in concentration as she began talking to the person on the other end of the telephone.

Gary thought carefully before answering.

'They set you free.'

'Oh cut the shit! Save that for your little group chats. You lot make me puke.'

'No... that's what they do. You'll see for yourself. They take all the shit that has ever happened to you - everything that has turned you in to a criminal and they erase them.' Shaken, Gary looks at Ruth for reassurance. She is still there, coiling the flex around her finger, her shoe dangling from her foot as she keeps the beat. He inwardly repeats the mantra she taught him to help bring about a state of inner peace. He manages to get his heart rate slow and his composure returns, he continues.

'That's why they call it Rebirth, you're literally reborn. The only things that are left are your basic memories and experiences - things that you need to survive.

Then you are readjusted and rehabilitated. You are turned in to a well rounded, contented human being.'

'Bollocks! What you're turned into is a eunuch - a lap dog, spineless and with no balls. They won't erase my memories. I'm not going to sit here and let them reprogramme me into some sort of Stepford wife.'

'That's what you feel now, that's what most people feel before they go through rebirth. But afterwards there is no more inner conflict, no more fears or guilt, just completeness and contentment.'

'Corse you feel that - cos you've been fucking brainwashed!'

Gary felt both sadness and a sense of excitement. He was sad that a fellow human being could end up like this, bitter and twisted, hating everything and everybody; but at the same time he was excited that soon this person would be at peace. Drained of all the bile he would be able to live the rest of his life making a positive contribution to society.

'Over a million people have volunteered to undergo rebirth having seen the results that have come from it'

'Faggots and morons!' He paused. Gary sensed a change come over him. 

' Look, I know you're not a sheep like these other scum.' He said, almost pleadingly, all the traces of the earlier aggression gone. 

'You're like me - a fighter, you won't just bend over and take it up the arse.' He waited a few moments to let this sink in before he continued. 'You don't know what you're giving up. You've got no fire anymore...Let me show you what your giving up.'

Gary, who was still watching Ruth through the office window, suddenly felt his senses collapsing, his eyesight dimmed and coned in at the edges, his hearing became muffled and hollow and for a brief moment his spatial awareness of his body shrank inwards, the motor neurone and sensory connection to his limbs was severed and his body started to collapse no longer under his control. 

There was a sudden shift in perspective. His body jerked as he once again gained control of his muscles. His vision cleared but everything looked different. The familiar surroundings of the counselling room suddenly looked alien. Objects that had always been there leapt out at him as though he had never really noticed them before. Things looked sharper, more ugly and sinister.

His head jerked around as he heard the muffled voice of Ruth talking on the telephone in the other room. Even the sound of Ruth's voice had changed. It was difficult to define what the difference was but it raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He gasped as his eyes focused on her. She was still in the same position as before but everything was different, it was so much clearer now. It was obvious what she was doing. She was turned at a slight angle to him so that her full, rounded breasts were shown off to their best advantage. Her shirt was stretched tight across them so that the shape of her nipples were plainly visible through the thin, semi-transparent material. Her legs were crossed in such a way as to cause her short flared skirt to ride high up her legs revealing her nylon-covered thighs, but stopped, teasingly, just short of exposing any higher. She was dangling her shoe, seductively showing the fashioned heel of her stocking. Once again she noticed him looking at her. She smiled seductively letting the back of her stiletto heeled shoe slip on and off her foot. She picked up a pen from the desk beside her and put it to her mouth. Her eyes locked with his as she slowly ran the pen across her lips then suggestively began to suck on the end.

Gary closed his eyes unable to comprehend what he was seeing. She was a whore... a bitch, all this time pretending to be his friend, his councillor, while all the time she had been laughing at him. She was just like all the rest... a fucking tease.

He opened his eyes again. She had gotten up from the desk and had turned around on some pretence of writing something down. She had her back to him and was bent over the desk. The sight of her bottom thrust out towards him was intoxicating. The short skirt clung tightly around her buttocks outlining every curve. She slightly bent and straightened each knee in turn causing her hips to sway to and thro. The flared lacy edge of her skirt slowly swished in rhythm with the motion gently caressing her legs and tantalisingly revealing the merest hint of stocking top.

Gary felt his cock beginning to stiffen. It quickly became fully hard, straining against the material of his trousers and pushing against the hard wood of the underside of the table. He tensed his buttocks pushing his penis harder against the wood and felt a wave of pleasure spread out from his groin to the rest of his body. He tried to moisten his dry mouth but was unable to produce any saliva, his lips were quivering slightly and he licked them nervously his eyes fixed on the hypnotic rhythm of those hips as they swayed slightly from side to side.

A part of him was disgusted. She was trying to tease him. Blatantly flaunting herself. Thrusting her pussy towards him trying to get him excited. Then when she had him desperate to enter her moist warm cunt, she would pull away and laugh at him derisively. Laughing and looking down her nose at him - as if she would let him anywhere near her body. 

But he could wipe that arrogant smile off her tartily made-up face.

He could see himself walking quietly up behind her as she talked on the telephone, her hips still gently swaying side-to-side. He was within a few feet of her now. He breathed in deeply and could pick up the smell of her expensive perfume, the one that he had once thought was really nice. He now realised it was thick and heavy, designed to intoxicate and trap helpless men. Well this was pay back time. He paused for a few seconds, greedily watching her hips from a few feet away and letting all his senses become saturated with the sight and sound of her voice as she flirted with some other unsuspecting victim on the phone. He swore he could smell the sweet scent coming from between her thighs, he felt his cock straining against his trousers. He could not wait any longer.

He took a step closer, carefully positioning himself ready, then he thrust his hand up her skirt and between her parted legs. She jumped violently with a sharp intake of breath; her body then instantly stiffened and started to straighten up. He was ready for this and grabbed a handful of her rich, brown hair and thrust her head down to the desk. He allowed himself a moment of pleasure as he concentrated on the hand that was between her legs. He could feel her warm thigh through the silky soft material of her stocking. He gently moved his hand in a small circle caressing the softness of the material and, closing his eyes, he concentrated on how her silken thigh felt against his hand, adding to his excitement. His knees trembled as his lust built, blood surged into his already stiff penis and it pulsed in his pants straining to be released. 

She was unable to do anything other than mumble as he was pushed her face hard into the desk. He allowed her to turn her head. She breathed in deeply now that her mouth and nose were clear. He pushed up hard against her preventing her from moving her lower body and one of his feet was thrust between her legs to stop her closing them.

Having refilled her lungs she opened her eyes and strained to look at her attacker. Gary took great pleasure in seeing the shock on her face as she saw it was him.

'Gary!' She gasped 'wha - what are you doing?' She was confused and the words came out slightly distorted as she tried to speak with the side of her face firmly pushed against the cold of the desk. He leered at her and looked into her eyes as he slid his hand higher up her thigh to the lacy material of her stocking top. He felt a thrill that spread down deep into his loins as he saw her eyes widen in fear.

'Gary... I... I don't know what the problem is... You don't have to do this...Let me up so we can talk.' He ignored her and continued to caress the lacy top of her stocking whilst looking into her eyes.

'Gary!' Her voice had changed, it was stronger now, more in control. 

'Let me up now or you're going to be in serious trouble!' 

She was spoiling it for him he could feel his lust beginning to ebb away. She needed to be shown who was boss. He angrily pulled her head up from the table, twisted it round then slammed her face first into the desk. There was a sickening thump. Her knees buckled and he had to push harder against her to stop her collapsing. For a moment he thought he had used too much force and had knocked her out, then she groaned and began to support her weight again. 

He twisted her head to the side once more. Her eyes were closed and there was blood running from her nose down her cheek. Her bottom lip was also bleeding and had already started to swell.

He pulled on her hair, shaking her head a little to rouse her. She groaned and half opened her eyes. He kicked her feet wider apart and moved his hand from the top of her stocking onto the warm flesh of her inner thigh. Her eyes widened and she once again started to struggle but was unable to move against his firm hold. 

Gary leered at her, his cock once again hardening as he saw the fear in her blood stained face. He let his hand creep slowly up her inner thigh until his hand reached the top of her leg.

'No...Let me go!' she struggled desperately against his iron grip, her head was ringing from hitting the desk and her nose and mouth were throbbing with pain.

Gary suddenly moved his hand from her inner thigh and thrust it between her legs cupping the crutch of her panties tightly in his sweating hand. For a second she froze. Her cries died on her lips as she inhaled deeply in shock. Then her struggling became frantic. She flailed around behind her with her arms in an attempt to hit him. She tried to kick him and managed to stamp painfully on his foot. She was like a wild thing and Gary was in danger of loosing control of her. In desperation, he once again slammed her face into the desk. Her struggling stopped. He took the opportunity, whilst she was still dazed, to enjoy the feel of her soft pussy through the silky material of her cotton panties. He gently squeezed feeling her soft mound through the thin material.

He bent down so that his mouth was against her hair and nuzzled into it, breathing in her sweet smell. He started to rub his fingers in a circular motion around the area of her clitoris.

'How does that feel bitch?' he said almost whispering 'You like this don't you?' He worked his fingers under the elastic to the inside of her panties. The downy hair covering her pussy felt soft and warm. 

'This is what you've been waiting for isn't it?' his voice was husky and trembled slightly with excitement. He pushed his pelvis into her and rubbed up against her leg. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but he must not come yet, it had to be at the right time.

He felt around the soft mound of hair until he found her lips. He used two of his fingers to prise them apart and worked his index finger gently between them, moving it backwards until he came to her hole. To his amazement her vagina was oozing pussy juice and had made a damp patch on her soft panties. His finger slipped inside her warm, moist pussy without any resistance. He felt her jerk as his finger entered her. Her eyes opened wide in shock and she started struggling but this time it was much feebler and he was easily able to control her.

He withdrew his finger and rubbed it around her lips moistening them with her juices. He then moved his finger up to her clitoris. It was already swollen and protruding and as he ran his lubricated finger around it he could feel her pelvic muscles responding despite her horror and fear.

'Gary... Please listen to me.' Her voice was barely recognisable through the sobbing as she pleaded through lips that were bleeding and swollen. 

He withdrew his hand from her panties and turned her head so she could watch him as he first sniffed and then licked at his glistening fingers, sticky and wet from her juices. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he concentrated on the smell of her and the sweet, bitter taste of her pussy.

'Please... Gary' Her pleading was becoming more desperate. 'I promise, if you let me go now, I won't tell anyone...' She choked back her sobs, 'We'll pretend it never happened....Please Gary'

He leered at her. This was what he was waiting for. This was how women should be.

He felt for the thin waistband of her panties and, pushing firmly against her with his hip, he yanked it sideways violently. There was a slight resistance as the elasticated leg cut painfully into Ruth's inner thigh before, with a ripping noise, the thin material yielded and came away in his hand.

She let out a cry and whimpered, her eyes tightly closed trying to shut out the horror. Gary moved slightly sideways and for a moment Ruth thought he was going to let her go. As she opened her eyes, she realized there was going to be no last minute reprieve. 

Gary held her head positioned so that she could see him slowly unzipping his fly. She looked in horror, unable to take her eyes away from him as he put his hand in to his trousers and pulled out his swollen cock. He gripped it in his hand and slowly wanked himself, pulling his foreskin up and down. The end of his penis glistened in the stark office lighting, already oozing fluid in response to his intense arousal.

As she watched horrified, a droplet of the sticky fluid extruded from the end of his penis and as he moved his hand forward, dripped onto the floor 'I'll show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man, not one of these college arseholes that you normally screw around with.' He wiped the end of his penis against her thigh pushing it slowly inward between her legs. He looked leeringly at her as he rubbed it against her pussy, backwards and forwards mixing their juices together. 

She was exhausted and had no fight left in her. Her head was throbbing with pain and she was having trouble focusing her eyes. She resigned herself to what was happening. Shutting her eyes she tried to meditate, to remove herself from her body to try and blot out the horror and the pain.

Now was the time. She was totally in his power, helpless and pathetic. 

He manoeuvred the end of his penis to the entrance of her pussy. He paused to savoir the moment, gently moving the head of his penis up and down, inside her moist lips, from her dripping hole up to her clitoris and back. He shook her head until she weakly opened her eyes. She started whimpering again as she felt his penis at the entrance to her cunt. She tried to find the strength to clamp her muscles to stop his entry but she was barley conscious and the effort was too great.

Her whimpering was driving him into a frenzy. He could wait no longer. He positioned his penis against the entrance to her cunt and prepared to thrust forward to sink his cock deep inside her.

Clenching the muscles of his buttocks he pushed his painfully swollen cock hard against the wood and felt the waves of pleasure spread from his groin to the rest of his body. He rhythmically clenched and unclenched his buttocks pushing his penis against the underside of the table. As the intense feelings of his orgasm started to build he struggled to keep his eyes open and fixed on those long stocking-clad legs and rounded bottom, picturing himself behind her thrusting his throbbing penis in and out of her tight cunt. The speed of his thrusting got faster and faster and he was finally forced to close his eyes as his orgasm exploded in his groin, spreading outward to the rest of his body like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in its intensity. His cock pulsated, contracting rhythmically, every spasm shooting a stream of spunk into his pants.

His body shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm spread through him growing ever stronger until he thought he was going to lose consciousness, finally it started to subside and ebb away. His tensed muscles relaxed as the orgasm faded and he slumped down in the chair. He quickly looked through the window at Ruth, fearful that she might have heard his stifled moans of ecstasy. She was still in the same position, bent over the desk writing.

He quickly sat up straighter and became aware of the warm stickiness of his semen against his shrinking cock. He gripped the table tightly trying to regain some composure as he tried to regain some control over his muscles that were still trembling from the intense orgasm. 

He once again felt his world shrinking and closing in, his vision dimmed and his hearing dulled as though he were listening through cotton wool. Just as he thought he was going to loose consciousness, his eyes refocused and once again the world returned to normality.. 

He looked down at his crotch and could see the damp patch on his trousers caused by pool of semen 

'There, see what you're missing? You don't really want to be a pussy do you?' The voice sounded more distant. 'I'm going now, but I'll be back. I wont let you forget. As long as I'm here you'll always remember and when they think I'm gone and they think they've turned you into their lapdog - I'll be back with the mask and the knife to remind you how we treat whores and then we'll get us some pussy and cut them till they whimper and then fuck em like we used to - remember?'

The voice receded into the depths of his mind and with it went the memories.

Gary felt elated and excited but he could not work out why. He was confused, he became aware of the wet stickiness of the semen in his trousers and tried to remember what had happened. He glanced up at Ruth still bent over the table writing. Perhaps he should mention it to her. No - something made him decide to keep this to himself, at least until he remembered.



Remember



Remember, remember, as if you could forget the memories that are seared upon your mind. The clouds of forgetfulness hang heavy around you, but you must remember so that you can bring about justice to the one who has wronged you so evilly. Before this all began you thought that evil was just a concept, a word to be applied to something bad when it appeared on the television news or in the papers. Now you know that evil has a face, and you must remember. Remember!

You remember that it started out so innocently only a couple of weeks ago when the letter came in the mail. Your wife had shown it to you when you came home from work. The letter said that you and your wife had been selected at random to enjoy a night at a new bed and breakfast inn, which was opening in town. You didn't want to dampen your wife's enthusiasm, but you were skeptical, saying that nothing was given away for free.

At you wife's urging you called the new inn to confirm the reservations and to find out what stings were attached. You were told that your reservations were part of a promotional deal for the opening of the new inn and that several couples, in the area, had been chosen to enjoy a night totally without any conditions. It was explained to you that the expectation was that you would enjoy your stay at the inn that you would recommend it to others in the community.

Calling up the inn you asked many questions to find out what hidden conditions might be hidden be hidden in the free offer, but you were assured that the night's stay was without any further obligations. By the time you had finished talking to the inn's receptionist you felt assured that offer was legitimate and confirmed the weekend night of your stay.

You had married for twenty years to your beautiful wife. Your two children were on the verge of entering college and every extra penny you had went into to their college fund. It was very seldom that you and your wife were able to afford some special time to each other outside the home. Now it appeared that a no expense night at a new bed and breakfast inn had come your way, you saw it as an opportunity of further expressing your love for your wife.

You remember how your wife was so excited to get away for the night. Your children were old enough to take care of themselves and they knew how to reach you in an emergency. Your wife and you found the inn, which was a quaint Victorian building with flowering gardens all around the front and sides. 

Inside the two of you were greeted by a young woman behind the reception desk. Once you had explained that you were the couple who had won the free night's stay she smiled and gave you two keys before explaining how to find your room. She wished you a wonderful stay before you and your wife turned away from the desk to go and find the room.

When you unlocked the door and brought your luggage into the room you found a large room decorated in ornate Victorian style. At the far side of the room was a king-size with a carved head board depicting wood nymphs and satyrs. The bedspread was beautifully detailed affair having a red unicorn proudly rearing upon its hind legs. To the right side of the bed was large vanity table with a big circular mirror, which reflected the bed.

"This is room is magnificent," your wife said with awe in her voice. "When we get home I want to do some redecorating of our bedroom."

"This free night stay," you laughed as you crossed over the plush carpet and placed your luggage on the bed, "might end up costing me a lot. Don't get too many ideas, this stuff looks pretty expensive."

"Don't worry," she giggled, "I do it a little bit at a time. Besides, it is time that we changed things. I've been thinking about it for awhile and this room is giving me a lot of ideas."

"Well, reign in your ideas until we get home. Let's unpack and get something to eat. I've got dinner reservations Mario's. I know you have been dying for some Italian food and I want this night to special for you."

"Mario's?" her voice was filled with delight, "That's only the finest restaurant in town."

"Fine dining and a first class room, nothing is too good for you!"

You wife helped you up pack. There was wooden wardrobe, which took all your cloths needing to be hung up and next to it was a matching set of drawers. Once unpacked, your wife and you changed into your best clothes for the evening at Mario's and left the room.

The night out went well with the fine food, the dancing and the drinks. By the time the two of you returned to your room you both were ready for to make love. However, your wife insisted on bathing before the two of you got into bed and told you to go first. The bathroom was in keeping with decor of the rest of the bedroom. There was on of those old fashioned large bath tubs, which sat on legs. As you ran the bath water you hoped that your wife wouldn't get any other ideas about redecorating. You quickly entered the water and took your bath, after which you shaved you covered your nakedness with your robe and went back into the bedroom.

"You just get in bed and relax," your wife instructed, "I want to soak in the tub for awhile."

She entered the bathroom and you just knew in your mind that she was getting decorating ideas, which were going to cost you a pretty penny. You could hear the water running when a knock came at the door. You felt rather embarrassed to open the door covered only by your robe. The door didn't have a peek hole in it so you opened the door a crack to see who had been knocking. You were shocked to see a tiny, very ugly, deformed man gleefully smiling up at you.

"Aw, the lucky winner of our free night's stay," the little man's voice was shrill and had a heavy accent, "I am Hans Von Baden the manager of this establishment. I have for you complimentary champagne for you and your lovely lady. Please accept it with my compliments and do tell all your friends about your stay with us."

You saw the young woman who had tended the reception desk move to stand behind the man. She held a bucket with iced champagne and two fluted glasses. Somewhat reluctantly you opened the door and allowed the two of them to enter. The woman quickly placed the ice bucket and glasses on a small table next to the bed and rapidly left the room. The tiny man watched her leave before bowing to you and backed out of the door.

"You will excuse me if I request that you come with me for a moment," the managed said. "I need to show you something."

"I'd rather not," you answered. "As you see I am ready for bed. I am sure that you can show me in the morning."

"I insist," the man said firmly. "Follow me."

As he turned down the hall to your surprise you found yourself compelled to follow him. You tried to stop yourself, but to your horror you found yourself closing the door behind you as you followed the man down the hall. He did not go far down the hallway before he opened the door next to your room.

"Please enter and don't speak," the man instructed and you could not stop yourself from complying with his instruction. The room you entered was a long, narrow storage room, which was dimly lit by a single bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The man nodded to you and you found yourself closing the door. He motioned you to sit on a chair facing tapestry on the rooms left wall. 

"My friend," the deformed laughed after you sat down facing the tapestry, "we are about to share a most amazing night. As you have now determined I completely control you. I have studied in places so terrible that they would shrivel your mind. My body is stunted, but my mind has powers, which you cannot believe. Tonight you are about to witness some of those powers."

The man pulled a cord and the tapestry moved to one side. You found yourself looking into your room, the bed prominently displayed before you. You could see the closed door to the bathroom where your wife was bathing and you could faintly hear your wife singing in the tub.

"A perfect view of your room, is it not? I have installed a sound system, which allows one to hear everything taking place in the room. Now I think it is time for you to stand and for me to sit. You see my legs tire very easily."

You tried desperately to break the control of the man controlling your movements but soon found yourself rising to stand next to chair. Never in your wildest imagination had you thought it possible for someone to so completely control you. The little man sat in the chair and evilly grinned up at you.

"Now you are going to be treated to a further demonstration of my powers, which I am sure will totally astound you. Look into my eyes and feel the depth of my power!"

You looked down into that ugly, deformed face and felt a sudden wave of dizziness. Then with horror you found yourself looking up at your own body. If you could have cried out you would have then, but your mouth was locked tight.

"You see in my deformed state I am totally impotent," it was your own voice, which now spoke to you." I am unable to perform as a man and therefore I must, from time to time, borrow someone's form to satisfy my carnal urges. Unfortunately, I can only borrow someone else's body for a few hours, but it is enough for me to complete my desires. 

"I have opened this inn so that I can bring such as you and your lady here so that I can fulfill my inner lusts. I am afraid it is a bad habit but one that I cannot break. I hope that you will forgive me my indulgence, but I am going to cuckold you with your own body. You will be able to watch the entire process through the two way mirror and you will hear every sigh I make as I have my way with your woman. 

"In the morning she will remember how you made passionate love to her, while you will remember nothing. I'm afraid you must forget what is about to happen as I do not want you seeking vengeance against me. Rest assured that you will not be the only man to sit in that chair and be treated to such an erotic show.

"Now I will have to leave you. Watch and listen closely to everything that happens and know that it I and not you making love to your lady."

You watched as the monster now possessing your body left the room. A moment later, through the two way mirror you saw him enter your room and lock the door behind him. He quickly removed your robe and went to lie down on the bed. You saw him turn and smile at the mirror as his erection grew between his legs. A few minutes later your wife came out of the bathroom dressed in a filmy negligee. You did your best to call out to her and warn her, but your voice was locked within the stunted body, which you now inhabited. 

"Your beauty increases with each moment," you heard him tell her. "Come into my arms, my sweet so that I taste your lips upon mine. The very kind inn manager has brought us champagne for us to celebrate you night of love."

"My, you the certainly the romantic one," your wife giggled. "Is that thing between your legs for me or is it a rocket."

"It is a rocket upon which you will ride to the heavens this night. Come let us make beautiful love with each other."

Your mind screamed within the silent body you now had as you watched your wife climb on the bed and into the arms of the monster. He covered her mouth with wild and passionate kisses as her had gasped firmly around his cock. His hand softly molded her tits bring sighs from your wife as she felt his lust.

Your lips could not move, but your mind cried out to your wife to run and hide from the thing that inhabited your body. Helplessly you watched your wife slide down in the bed, to take the cock she believed was yours into her mouth. Clearly you heard the monster moan with delight as he felt your wife's lips engulf his pulsing organ.

Your breath came in short gasps as you watched as he pulled your wife's negligee above her hips and pulled her over to straddle his head. Although her leg blocked your view you knew he was licking her most intimate parts. Your wife moaned around the cock in her mouth as Von Baden's mouth and tongue excited your wife. 

After five minutes you heard your wife cry out as she came on the monster's face. All your will focused upon breaking the hold, which was upon you, but you were held fast where you sat. You tried to close your eyes in an effort to block out the horror unfolding before you, but as your wife cried out as another orgasm rocked her body your eyes opened wide.

Moments later Von Baden tensed as his cock shot forth its heavy cum into your wife's mouth. Although your wife seldom allowed you to cum between her lips this time she sucked eagerly, swallowing the creature's seed down her throat. The couple seemed to deflate in the aftermath of their mutual orgasms.

Then your wife pulled herself from the cock and laid her head upon the pillow staring up at the ceiling. For several minutes all she could do was to lie there and recover her senses. During that time you saw Von Baden rise from the bed and fill the fluted glasses with the expensive wine.

"Drink of the most sacred fruit of the vine," the monster said giving your wife one of the glasses, "it will help restore you for the rest of this night's love making."

"That was fantastic," said your wife. "Your mouth did things to me that you have never done before, it felt so delightfully different."

"This night's getaway makes me feel like another man. I feel as if we are a couple meeting for their first intimate tryst. I hope to surprise and delight you throughout the night as I pay homage to your lovely body. You are a most beautiful woman and I plan to enjoy you to the fullest, as I hope you enjoy me. Now drink your champagne while I recover."

You watched as your wife and Von Baden reclined upon the bed sipping their wine. After several minutes you saw the monster put his glass down and turn his full attention to your wife. He covered her mouth with eager kisses as he pulled her nightie up and over her shoulders forcing your wife to put down her glass to further enjoy his attentions.

With infinite skill Von Baden moved from her lips to gently suckle at your wife's tits. While his mouth played with her nipples his hand moved slowly down her body until it rested upon her naked pussy. Carefully he parted her folds to caress her secret parts. She softly moaned as her hand reached out and began to fondle the monster's limp cock. 

Von Baden kissed his way down your wife's body pulling himself away from her fingers as he placed the body that was yours between her legs. You cringed as you saw your wife spread her legs to open her sex to her lover. His head covered her pussy and you heard her sighs as he brought her to several climaxes over the follow fifteen minutes.

Without a word Von Baden lifted his head from between your wife's legs, and with his cock standing fully hard, moved up over her body. Your mind reeled as you saw your wife reach down to guide his cock to her wet pussy. You noted how the monster held his weight off your wife and turned slightly to allow you to see him slide his cock within her.

He slowly fucked her for several minutes allowing you to see how he was plunging in and out of her. Then he settled down upon her and began to wildly to make love to her. His hips moved in almost a blur and they rotated back and forth, round and round, as her filled her pussy. She cried out in ecstasy as his movements drove her to repeated orgasms.

"That's it my sweet," Von Baden growled in lust, "cum on my cock. Let your cunt cum again and again while I fuck you as you deserve to be fucked."

"You know I don't you to use that word cunt," your wife admonished him as her breath came in short bursts. "It is so dirty."

"Tonight is a new night for us, my sweet," he kissed her lips before placing his head next to hers. "Tonight it is all cock and cunt and fucking. Enjoy, we will return to our regular lives tomorrow, but for tonight we are a new couple."

Your wife could no longer speak as she gasped as wave after wave filled her body. You sat on the verge of insanity as you helplessly watched the mad monster bring your wife bliss. After a good twenty minutes you saw your body's hips tense as Von Baden came inside your wife.

Breathing hard the monster pulled out and lay next to your wife. Lost in the bliss of the moment the two cuddled close together breathing hard as they recovered from their fucking. You saw your wife move over to kiss the thing upon his cheek.

"That was wonderful," your wife told him, "it was almost as if you were someone else. Your movements inside me were different than normal."

"Thank you," Von Baden said, "you have brought out the best in me. The night is still young and we have a lot of love making ahead of us."

"This night out has certainly brought out the animal in you."

"You have brought out the animal in me. If you are very, very good tonight perhaps we will stay her another time."

"I'll be very good," your wife assured him, "you can do anything you want to me tonight."

"Oh, I will," Von Baden told her. "I plan on fucking your cunt a lot more, then your ass and maybe I'll finish the night by cumming in your beautiful mouth."

"Fuck me all night long. You know I love you. You are a wild man tonight and my, my cunt, ass and mouth are yours," she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply.

For the rest of the night you watched as Von Baden used your wife in every way possible. You saw him fuck her tits and saw as she drank his cum as it exploded into her mouth. You saw him slide his cock into her ass to fuck her until the two of the came. All the while you were helpless to intervene, but your anger and hatred for Von Baden grew. You swore that soon the monster would die and it would be at your hand. Finally the night came to an end and you saw your wife fall to sleep as Von Baden dressed in your robe and left the room. Moments later you heard the door where you sat open and the monster entered.

"Aw, my friend," he said as he came over to where you sat, "I thank you for the use of your wife. She was a wonderful fuck and deigned me nothing, as you clearly saw. I think you and I will be very tired today so I am going to forgo the usual checkout time to allow you to rest. 

"Don't feel bad about what happened I can assure you other husbands have sat and will sit again where you are sitting. Unfortunately, I can no longer retain my place in your body. I must turn it over to you once more. You will leave this room and all memories of this night will fade from your mind. Your wife, on the other hand, will remember how you were able to fuck her beyond her wildest dreams. To her this night will be one of her fondest memories. Now we will exchange bodies and you will go to your room to fall into a deep sleep."

You felt a sudden dizziness and suddenly found yourself looking down at the ugly, deformed innkeeper. With all your will you wanted to strike the man and choke the life from his body, but you found yourself turning and going to your room. 

As you lay down on the bed next to your exhausted wife you told yourself that you had to remember. You would remember and that you would have your vengeance upon Von Baden.

The next day you felt your wife shaking you from troubled dreams. You looked around at her and room. Your mind was in a fog, but it seemed as if something bothered you about where you were.

"Come on," your wife's sweet voice came to your ears, "Tiger, time to rise up and get going. They called up from the main desk and said we could sleep in but all good things have to end. Thank you for a wonderful night. You are the best lover a wife could have."

You got up and saw that your wife had already packed. As you and your wife left the inn you could not help feeling a deep revulsion about the place. Your mind kept telling you to remember, but you could not remember what to remember. You only remembered that your wife had enjoyed a wild night of love making, but you could not remember the details. 




Remember



Back at home you would be at a loss when your wife asked, when you made love, to move like you had at the inn. Your mind would keep saying to remember, but the memories would not come.



Remember?



I was in my office at home, writing code for a project I'd promised to get done before the coming weekend when that patronizing, annoying little jingle that announced incoming email went off. I made a mental note to myself, for at least the 73rd time, to write something to override that noise. Gawd it was annoying! I finished the couple of lines I had in my head, saved the file and sent it off to the compiler. 

While that was running, I went into my inbox to see what had come through. Just one message, a single name I didn't recognize, but that didn't mean anything. The two kids were away at school and were known to change their email address on a whim, so I had to pay attention. But this name just didn't seem like anything they'd use. I'd written a little program to stop the junk emails coming in, but this one had bypassed that, so maybe it was legit. I opened the email. It consisted of just one word:

REMEMBER?

It was only then that I looked back at the cryptic name the sender had used. I didn't need to be able to decipher the name to know who it was from – I just took a little pleasure in trying to decipher it, like the vanity license plate you're never sure whether you've figured out or not. 

How long has this one-way correspondence been going on? 15 years? No, it's closer to 20 years now. I remember the first note I received in the mail long ago, long before email came about. It was in the same format, the same single word, written in your neat, backward-leaning, left-handed script. There was never a return address, and I never sought one. It was a rhetorical question, and there was no need for contact. I remember once a number of years ago I finally got up the courage to reply to one of your emails, only to receive back "addressee unknown." But since you're asking, again, after all these years - of course I remember!

I was now afraid I would not be able to meet my deadline. These reminders, always coming out of the blue, generally cost me at least a day of productive work, and right now I didn't have that time to give.

I also remember the second note you wrote:

"REMEMBER? I've been thinking about it a lot lately." 

Maybe six months after receiving that, I heard through the grapevine you'd gotten married. I was glad for you, but that note stuck in my mind at least as much as the first. For you to have sent it so close to what must have been your wedding day always gave me pause. I always wondered when you actually sat down, wrote it, and then sent it.

The compiler was done, but I couldn't concentrate. I started the debugger, and walked from my office to the kitchen to stare into the fridge. Maybe enlightenment would come to me from the inside of the refrigerator. There was no one around to disturb my thoughts, and I knew that was the problem. I needed to be sidetracked, and Kate wasn't due home till after 6 tonight. So, I stared into the refrigerator blankly....

It was my last summer of taking classes. My thesis was obviously not going to be done in time to coincide with the end of more formal instruction and I was pissed about that. I had a couple undergrad students who thought college summer session was like detention and they were being a pain in the ass. My girlfriend, Jess, while not a live-in, was close enough to that that she may as well have been, told me at the beginning of the summer she was applying to a famous West Coast school for her grad work. I knew with her grades and board scores that she was probably going to get in, and I was going to be stuck in the miserable Northeast for at least another semester all by myself. My resentment, and her excitement had kept us from seeing eye-to-eye for a while, and while we'd slept together, we hadn't really slept together since the beginning of the summer. A couple weeks and it would be over till after Labor Day, but in the meantime, I needed to work out just a little bit of tension. 

So, I hopped in my beat up Corolla, turned up the radio to drown out the rattles, and got on the back road to Skinny Cove. Skinny Cove was the nickname college-age locals had given this small cove in the local lake where we all went skinny-dipping. It was the late '70s, and this was just thing to do. There was seldom any wind there, and it was just long enough and wide enough to provide a good swim. It was one of the few hot days we got up there, and, after stripping off my clothes and diving in, it felt great. Starting from the rock near the center of the cove I began my laps, swimming out to the opening to the larger lake, and back. The exercise did me good, and on one of the return laps back in I noticed a guy standing on the miniscule beach getting ready to dive in. I thought to myself, "Now there's a little Adonis" and went back to swimming, not giving it another thought.

To this day I don't know why that thought ran through my head. I'd seen plenty of naked people there before, guys and girls, and had seldom had any thoughts one way or the other. Occasionally a girl would come by that would cause an instantaneous standing ovation, but I'd just head out into deeper water to drown the applause.

I swam back in toward the rock, and saw the guy standing on the other side. I nodded and said hello, and gained my footing on the narrow sandbar that sloped downwards. I started to walk up the sandbar toward the rock and stopped where the water was waist deep. I stood there, hands on my hips, trying to get my breath back, while 'Adonis' swam short laps, never straying too far from the rock. As my breathing became more normal, he swam around to where I was standing and stood on the sandbar facing me. We made a few small comments about the weather, student status, blah and whatever else I don't recall, and then, he just reached across the water between us and grabbed my cock. It had been floating I guess, I hadn't really paid any attention. I looked him directly in the eyes, and he asked "Are you homosexual?" 

"No," I answered, my cock beginning to grow in his hand.

"Are you bisexual?"

"I don't think so, but I've never tried it." My cock was now standing above the water, and he was slowly rubbing his thumb on the soft spot underneath the head.

"Well, I'm bisexual. I live with my girlfriend, but I like to be with guys every so often."

"I live with my girlfriend too, but we haven't had sex in two months. Don't ask why. It's a long story."

"And so here we are," he said.

To this day I have no idea why I did what I did, but when I think about it, my heart starts to beat faster and the saliva builds up in my mouth, even while looking at the egg salad with the Saran Wrap over the top of it, drops of condensation getting ready to drip inside the bowl. Even though it's before noon, I grab a beer and slam shut the refrigerator door.

"Here we are," I replied as I backed him up to the rock. I pushed him back so he had to sit down, his legs still in the water, his upstanding cock rising above the surface. I walked between his legs and knelt on one of the underwater outcroppings of the rock. Pushing him back a little further, I leaned forward and down, and, grabbing the base of his cock, took him into my mouth. 

Half the beer is gone by the time I get across the house to my office. I sit back down at the computer. The debugger's found nothing, so I start the program to run through the testbed I'd created. I open the top snap of my jeans and stare at the data running across the screen, looking for any anomalies, thankful I can spot these things without having to think about them.

When I cupped his balls, and suckled the underside of his cockhead, the same spot on me he'd been rubbing with his thumb, he thrust up into my mouth, and slowly retreated. He then reached between us, took my hand that had hold of his balls and guided it under the water. He made it clear what he wanted touched, and probed. I spread him as best I could with my first and third fingers, and penetrated him with my middle finger. "Let's go up the shoreline a little ways," he suggested over my head. 

"Good idea." Without another word we went back to the little beach, got our clothes and walked up the rocky shoreline to a more secluded area.

At this point, things get a little fuzzy for me. I remember his cum on my belly, and mine on his. I remember licking his belly clean, and him licking mine clean. DAMN! I stop the debugger and open the code.

"Lie back, and put your legs on my shoulders," he said. I knew where this was going, and wasn't at all sure about it. There was no such thing as AIDS back then, so that wasn't what I was concerned about. Using saliva from both of us, he lubed my ass and his cock as best he could. Then, without much fanfare, he tried to penetrate. It hurt, a lot. I was not into pain, and did not like the vulnerable feeling that was going through me. I stopped him. We left shortly after, never even having exchanged names.

I find the problem and fix it, and look for similar problems, but there are none. I restart the compiler and head back to the kitchen for another beer, the top button of my jeans still open. When I return I start the process all over again, my right hand sneaking into my pants.

I drove back to the graduate student apartment complex and parked my car. Jess's car was in the lot, so I knew she was there. What the hell was I going to say to her? I didn't know myself how to interpret what just went on. I steeled myself, and went into the apartment. 

"Been swimming?" Jess asked, standing at the kitchen counter. 

"That, and a little more," I replied, setting my backpack down. 

"What more could you do up there?"

"Come here," I said, indicating the so-called living room. "I have something to tell you."

I was going to tell her the entire story, but, before I got halfway through, she stood, took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She turned back to me and slipped off my shorts, then raised my arms and lifted my shirt off me. She indicated for me to get on the bed. As I lay back against the wall, she undressed herself, very, very slowly. She faced away from me as she lowered her jeans and panties in one motion. Her pussy was facing me as she bent over and I wanted that more than anything right then. My cock was dancing to my heartbeat.

Jess turned back to me and crawled on the bed, lifting one leg over so she was straddling me. She made sure my cock was laying against my belly, and nestled her pussy around it. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could feel her clit against the head of my cock, the same underside that had been ministered to so expertly by a man not more than two or three hours before. "Continue your story," she said.

I finished the story while she played with my nipples, and I played with hers. Occasionally she would slide herself up and down my cock, and more than once I felt a dribble of her lubrication run down the crease between my balls, and on down to the crack of my ass. 

"And that's it. Nothing more happened after that. We left. I don't even know..." she effectively cut me off by slipping my cock inside of her. It had been months. There'd been a tension around us for longer than that. That all disappeared in less than a half-dozen strokes. She came before I did, but not by much.

My hand toyed with the head of my cock, which was now sticking up close to the waistband of my 'wears. The program was still running, having gotten over its previous trouble spot. I slipped my pants down, and gathered some saliva to rub on the head of my cock. 

I awoke in the middle of the night, the warmth, texture and moistness of a mouth on my cock. Frightened at first I'd ended up someplace I didn't want to be, I jerked a little, but when Jess's long hair swept across my lower belly, I knew I was in the right place. "Tell me again about taking him in your mouth," she whispered.

The next couple of weeks were, without exaggeration, a fuckfest, interspersed with studying for finals, preparing tests for the undergrads, and getting ready for the fall semester. All issues between us, while not solved, had certainly taken a back seat, a way-back seat. The resolution, without any discussion, seemed to be, "We're here now. Let's enjoy it." And Jess wanted to hear over and over about what had happened at the swimming hole. 

Hell, that was the Resolution of the '70s. No great wisdom there! I laughed to myself, still not letting go. The debugger was finished. No runtime errors. Now to check the data output. I pulled my hand out from underneath my jockeys and started typing, my hands doing one thing, my mind still wandering, trying to remember what the longest time period had been without receiving any of these reminders. Was it three years? Maybe five?

Finals were over – both the ones to take and the ones to give. My professors were glad I was putting off the dissertation till the fall so I could concentrate solely on that. Jess was accepted at the famous West Coast school, but there were two weeks between now and when she had to leave. We were both done, and out for a night on the town. Of course, on a grad student/student budget, so we went to the local bar and grabbed a table before the band got started. A couple friends joined us at the table for the first set, and then got up to mingle. I was talking with Jess in close quarters when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone standing at the table. I glanced up, and my heart caught in my throat – it was Adonis! 

My eyes glanced at the figure standing next to him. Her top draped just enough over her breasts that you could make out their conical shape, tipped with perfectly sized nipples. She had a high waist, and her hips had enough of a curve that the seams of her jeans strained slightly. The folds in her jeans made by her casually crossed legs formed a perfectly defined "Y". She was tall, taller than he was, with short, tightly curled hair and was stunningly beautiful in an exotically demure way. It was Venus, but with two arms.

I stammered, not knowing what to say. I looked from him to Jess, and back again. I started to speak, "Jess, this is..." but Jess cut me off. 

"You're Adonis, aren't you?"

"I'm who?" he asked, incredulously.

"You're from the cove."

"So, he told you."

"Everything," she answered. "Absolutely everything, down to the smallest detail." I could feel the flush coming to my face. I was the subject of this conversation, and was being almost completely ignored.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"Is this your girlfriend? Is her name 'Venus'?" I was shocked. Jess was admiring the demure beauty standing there; making it obvious she was undressing her with her eyes. Venus accepted it all with unbelievable grace and poise. It was clear that she was used to being looked at, and admired, and yet, she seemed completely unfazed by it. Her look retained an air of innocence that was extremely sensual.

"Yes, this is my girlfriend. How much detail did he tell you?"

"Enough to have an effect on me."

"What kind of effect?"

They had taken the two seats vacated by our friends. Jess leaned across the table, nodding for him to drop his head to hear what she had to say. Venus was looking at me, wondering if we should start our own conversation, and on what subject. I leaned forward to attempt to engage her in conversation. She did the same, and when she got close, I don't know what it was, but she smelled wonderful. 

Jess grabbed my hand under the table and indicated for me to lean toward her. Into my ear, in the din of the bar, and the band, and the clanking glasses, she said to me, "I want to got to bed with these two. Both of them. Now!"

And then it started to happen, and like that day a couple weeks ago, it just flowed like it was the most normal thing in the world. We stood, paid the tab, tipped the waitress, waved good-bye to a few folks we knew and left. The cars traveled to their place, I'm still not sure how, and we entered. They had more of a house than an apartment, and once we got there, things just started happening. There was no loosening up, no more liquor, no drugs, no nothing. We went there, all four of us, knowing exactly why we were there and more or less, what was going to be happening.

I let the data scroll by. I wasn't concentrating at all. I was staring at the screen but seeing the inside of the living room as we passed into the bedroom. The king-sized mattress was on the floor, another relic of the '70s, or maybe college finances. My thumb continued to rub the underside of my cock. I took some saliva and rubbed it into my cock with my thumb. I glanced at the now empty beer bottle. 

Each of us shed our own clothes, and then stood upright, not sure where next to begin. Venus walked over to Jess first, and leaned forward and a little downward to kiss her lightly on her lips, hands at her side. She was not forcing herself on Jess, she was waiting for Jess to make the next move, which she did. Shyly, Jess reached up with just the tip of her finger, and gave the lightest touch you can imagine to Venus' nipple. A whisper of a touch that caused her light pink nipple to harden, and grow slightly darker with the rush of blood that followed. Adonis and I stood on opposite sides of the two girls and watched. It was so slow, and tentative, each successive touch causing a slightly elevated response, for by now, both girls were tentatively exploring each other. An earlobe, a neck vein, the side of one breast, the center of the other, fingertips and lips were the only tools they used. Venus was clearly more experienced at this than Jess, and she had the good sense to let Jess take it as she wanted to. Jess was the first to kneel on the bed, and she pulled Venus down with her. Kneeling facing each other, they embraced and probed each other's mouth with their own tongue. At the sight of their breasts pressing together, of each mound flattening out the other, and their wet tongues slithering in and around their mouths, I reached down and took hold of my own cock, oblivious to the presence of Adonis.

As I stood there watching, he made his way to the side of the bed I was on, and knelt in front of me. I looked down at him as he removed my hand from my cock, and replaced it with his mouth. His hand held me in place. Breaking away from staring at the girls, I looked down at him briefly, and then pulled his head toward me. He took as much of me into his mouth as he could. At the moment I was more fascinated by what was going on between Jess and Venus, and didn't care at all who was sucking me off. I looked back at them, noticing that their hands were becoming much less inhibited in their explorations. 

It was Venus who pushed Jess back on the bed, and spread her legs. It wasn't until then that I was able to catch Jess's eyes, and they were completely glazed over. She saw Adonis sucking me, and raised her head to get a better view. Venus had worked her way down Jess's belly and at the first probing of Jess's pussy, she forgot all about what was happening to me.

Was I fooling myself with these reminisces? It had been so freaking long! No way could I remember all the gymnastics and acrobatics that went on after all this time. Who the heck was I kidding? Despite the fact I was no longer sure what I had made up, and what I had not, there were a couple of things I was sure of – I thoroughly enjoyed the reminiscing, no matter how flawed in fact, and some things I really did remember, like they'd happened yesterday.




Remember?



I don't recall exactly when in the course of events it finally happened, but deep down, inside, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. I felt the cool, creamy liquid being applied to my ass. It couldn't have been Adonis, for he was underneath me at the time. I turned my head to the side, and saw Jess pressing the pump of a large bottle of Intensive Care lotion, the stream of the thick, yellow liquid going into Venus' hand. Soon after I felt her hands again spreading it around my asshole, and then, eventually, inside. Jess had taken some herself and was coating Adonis' cock with it. I pushed back onto Venus' hand, only then realizing she'd already slipped two coated fingers inside of me. 

After my earlier experience, there was only one way I was going to go through with this – if I was on top and in control. Adonis stayed laying face up on the bed. I moved up and straddled him, and looked over my shoulder. Jess took Adonis' greasy cock in her hands, and guided it toward me. I settled down a little bit, each leg bent sharply at the knee, and started to take his cock inside. He pushed upward a little bit, and I pressed downward to meet him. It was not easy. It hurt. I wondered what I was getting into, and then my cock went limp. All feeling, all my nerves had shifted their attention to this invader. I hung my head, concentrating, determined to take this in, if only an experiment. I waited and tried to relax. 

I don't know how long it took, but eventually, the heat from the cock inside me seared away the pain. I felt ready to move on, but instead of pushing down more, I lifted first, wanting to feel the head of his cock pop in without so much pain involved. I pushed back down – POP – that felt good! And then I continued to push down a little bit. My cock started to regain its stiffness. I stopped, catching my breath, and adjusting a little bit more. I moved my hands up his chest, and readied myself for another push in. As I did that something happened – my cock lurched upwards! Something inside had triggered this and I didn't know what it was. I pulled out a little bit, and pushed back in. The same thing happened – it felt like I was getting a handjob from the inside out. 

I wasn't sure what felt better – the cock in my ass or this internal stroking I was getting, but I settled into a rhythm. I did not need to take the whole thing, just enough to keep this feeling going. I started rocking, in a few inches, out a few inches. The more I did that, the more I loosened up, and the easier it became. Faster, and a little harder, and faster and a little harder, until finally, I pushed down till my cheeks settled on Adonis' hips. He bucked up, and I felt him cum inside me. 

Never again did I do this. Every once in a while my wife, Kate, would play with me there, sometimes inserting a finger, sometimes licking me there, but that was the extent of it. It excited both of us, and that seemed as far as either of us wanted to take it. And that was also the extent I'd taken it with her, and I never told her anything about this whole experience. Some things are best kept to yourself.

I don't remember how I came to be outside the room, but I recall entering, and seeing Jess getting just pounded away on by Adonis. Venus was sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching intently, that demure look still on her face, but her eyes were glazed. I sat next to her, and she pulled my hand into her lap. I slipped a finger into her and she pushed against me. With her arm she pulled me over so I was directly in front of her. Still sitting, she extended her knees and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even closer to her. She reached between my legs and started guiding my cock into her pussy, wide-open from her position. She lifted up a bit so I could slide my legs slightly under her, and from this slightly awkward, but extremely erotic position, I watched my cock slide in and out of her, both sets of her pussy lips exposed. From her vantage point she could not see, and I saw the look of disappointment in her eyes. She reached behind her to the nightstand, and grabbed a hand mirror from there. She held it so she too could see me gliding in and out of her, while I leaned on my hands behind me, bracing to provide the motion.

I'd like to be able to say we both came with a thunderous, ear-splitting, ground-shaking, full of fluids roar, but I just simply don't remember.

 I do remember, after we'd both finished, that Jess crawled over toward me. Selfishly, I thought she was coming to me, but that was not the case. She came for Venus, still sitting cross-legged, but leaning back in a post—coital repose, a glob of cum, white and creamy thick, hanging at the edge of her opening, waiting for gravity to do its job, to pull it toward earth, by way of her slit, past her ass, and to the sheets below. Jess's tongue beat gravity's pull, and then went to work cleaning as much of my cum from Venus' pussy as she could comfortably reach. Venus came again, and though dazed, managed to turn Jess around and position herself under Jess. The first dollop landed on Venus' cheek before she was completely situated, but she spread that back high on the inside of Jess's thigh and started kissing her way up from there. Jess bent forward at her waist, and went to work anew on Venus.

Of the entire evening, there is only one other event I really remember with any clarity at all. I clicked open the email again. The same single word was all that was there. I clicked on 'reply.' "yes" I typed. There was more acrobatics, gymnastics, and what not, but those images have faded with time. So, Jess, to you, in truth, I do remember, but not everything. I took a breath, and clicked on 'send.'

I wish I could remember how we got in these situations, or positions, or how we paired off with whomever we paired off with. The only thing I remember is taking Venus from behind, her head was up, her back arched, her pussy pointing straight back at me. The curves of her hips from this position were most pronounced, and she looked stunning from this view. I held on to her hips for a little leverage, but she was doing a lot of the work anyway. I was enjoying the view and the slow-paced fuck, when she reached back and handed me the hand lotion. I looked at her questioningly and she simply nodded, and glanced at her bottom. I came to a stop and picked up the bottle, squirting some of the lotion on my hand, and began rubbing it onto her ass, my finger entering her and spreading some inside. Adonis came over near us and pulled me out of her pussy. He then took some of the lotion and started rubbing it onto my cock, while I continued applying it to Venus' backside. 

When he was done with me, he nodded, and I pressed against her puckered bud. She pushed back, much harder than I'd anticipated, and I was halfway in. I felt a pair of hands on my balls. Jess was reaching from behind and cupping them. Venus again pushed against me, impatient, and I was buried to my pubic bone inside her. I pulled back some, and so did she, almost pulling me out. We came crashing together, butt cheeks slapping into hip bones. We pulled apart, I popped out, and Venus cried out, "NO!" I guided myself back in and we went back at it. It was tight, I don't mind admitting that, and it did feel different, and the strangeness of it, and the whole situation had me on the edge in a short time, probably too short for her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, then pushed her away, then as I pulled her toward me again, I covered her back with my chest, and she knew then I was about to cum. Jess squeezed, and I pumped, three, four times into her, the last that I had to give for that night. I lay on her back, holding her hips against me as I shrunk, and eventually slipped out.

I went to take a shower with Venus, and when we returned to the bedroom, Jess was in the same position Venus had just been in. I walked around to the side, and confirmed what I had thought was going on. I reached in to Jess's clit, and started rubbing it, and slipped a finger inside her. I could feel Adonis' cock going at it in her other opening, and wished it wasn't so late. The thought of going two-on-one in Jess had never occurred to me, and now that the possibility was here, I wasn't sure I'd be able to do anything about it. Jess was enjoying things as they were anyway, so I went back to rubbing her clit, and she claimed afterwards she felt like she came from her ass, too.

The ride home was quiet. We were exhausted, and slept through till noon the next day. Nothing was ever said about it, and for the last week Jess was in town, we had some nice, comfortable, easy nights together. Then she left, and that was that. Till those notes started arriving. 

I looked at the clock. I was right. This did end up wasting almost the whole day. Kate was due home any minute. I've got my pants undone, my cock is still hard from the reminiscing, and there's a bit of precum on it, and the saliva I'd rubbed in was beginning to dry..."Ding" goes that patronizing little email alert. Reflexively I open the email, this time without looking to see who'd sent it.

"Me too. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Again. Listen, my husband and I are coming to your city in a couple of weeks and I, or we rather, were wondering if you and your wife would like to get together."

Shit! This was NOT what I was expecting! BZZZT! And THAT'S the garage door! SHIT! I stuff my cock back into my pants, and try to straighten myself up. BANG! goes the inside door to the garage. I leave the beer bottle where it is, and look around. Steps coming down the hall. The best defense is a good offense, right?

"Hey Kate! How was your day?" I manage to blurt out. Kate walks into the office, drops her briefcase by her desk and slumps in her chair. 

"I'm beat. Where are we going to eat tonight?"

"Hadn't thought about it," I replied. 

"Let's just go to the local." She'd looked past me to the message. "What's that? Friends coming to town?"

I hesitated, not knowing where the hell this was going to lead. And then, in an instant, like the decision I'd made so long ago back in that little cove, I made my choice, willing to take whatever consequences it may bear.

"Kate, before we go out I have a story to tell you." And so, I started to tell her the story, parts of it my first time telling it, and parts of it only the second time it had been told. Kate sat there, saying nothing, just listening, interested as you would be in an academic lecture. 

Just as I got to the part about the notes over all these years, she asked, "Is there any more?"

"Just a little," I replied. 

Kate got up and led me to the bedroom. "Tell me the rest in here."



Remember?



The weather was just starting to change from the harsh cold of winter to the tolerable warmth of spring, and Erin planned to take full advantage of that transition. A woman in her late twenties, Erin was a graduate student at the University of Alabama. She was a woman easily described as beautiful, with a thin frame, a charming smile, and beautiful blue eyes. Erin was also aware that her large breasts made her quite attractive to the men on campus. She wasn't one to do much dating, choosing instead to focus on her studies; her boyfriends had always accused her of being a prude or a cocktease for not wanting to go 'all the way', but she was never really concerned about it. While she wasn't cruel to them, her priorities had always been more than just lying down and spreading her legs. She wasn't adverse to sexuality by any means; she's willingly given blowjobs and handjobs to the men she'd dated in the past, but had never let them go so far as to fuck her. It always wound up with a high amount of frustration on their end, and tended to end the relationships. For that reason, she'd all but stopped dating. It tended to be a waste of time, investing that much time and energy into something that was destined to end because she didn't want to have sex.

Not dating, then, left Erin with a good deal of free time. Other than her classes, she really enjoyed being outside. With the weather finally in a warming pattern, the woman decided it would be an ideal time to go out for a jog. Clad in a sports bra, old baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, she headed out of her room on campus and out into the warm afternoon sunshine. It was when she was doing her stretches in front of a park bench when she heard a voice calling to her from behind.

"Erin? Is that you?"

The speaker was a woman, the voice was one that sounded familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Erin looked over her shoulder, spying a thin woman with black hair and pale skin. She, too, was dressed for exercise, it seemed. Standing at five and a half feet tall, she was easily a pretty woman; she, too, was thin, but didn't have the same curves that Erin did. If a glancing estimate was right, she didn't look like her chest could have been any bigger than a large A, or small B cup. Of all the things that she noticed about the woman, though, it was her piercing blue eyes that stood out the most. When Erin looked into them, they seemed abnormally dazzling, almost entrancing. She had to blink her eyes just to look away. Erin's look of confusion must have shown, because the dark haired woman laughed a little.

"You don't remember me, do you?" She placed her hands on her hips, seeming to take a mock-offended posture.

"I... I don't think so. I'm really sorry..." Erin trailed off sheepishly.

"We had that one economics class a couple of years ago. The one where half of the class failed the first exam. Remember?" The woman replied, staring rather intently at Erin; the graduate student found herself staring back at the woman's eyes while she talked, as if her gaze just gravitated toward them. Erin did, though, strain her memory to remember. After this other woman brought it up, she felt a funny, hazy feeling in her mind. For the life of her she couldn't remember having ever taken a economics class; given that she was a history student, it didn't make a terrible lot of sense. But since she mentioned it, the memory did seem to be surfacing. 

Weird, Erin mused to herself, that I completely forgot about an entire class...

"Riiiiight," She said out loud, shaking her head and laughing in embarrassment. "It completely slipped my mind. Um, you are...?" Erin trailed off, trying to prompt an introduction.

"Missy," The black haired woman replied, smiling rather broadly for some reason. "I haven't seen you in a while! It's a shame, too. I used to have a lot of fun when we hung out."

There was that feeling again in Erin's head, a distinct heaviness behind her eyes and a foggy feeling in her mind. Before this moment, she was certain that she'd never hung out with Missy before. But now that she mentioned it? She did remember having some fun times with this woman. Strangely enough, though, she couldn't actually remember doing anything in specific... just that she'd had fun with her before. Erin blinked, trying to clear her head. "Yeah, that's right. I'm really, really sorry. I'm not normally this spacy. I was about to go for a jog, though..."

There was just something about the encounter that stood out as odd to Erin, and she wanted to get on with her afternoon. 

"That's cool. You don't mind if I come along with you, do you?" Missy asked. Though Erin tried to look away, she couldn't; she was wanting to go jogging on her own, but now that idea seemed a lot less appealing. A little company would be nice.

"Yeah, sure. That's cool. Come on, then."

The two women took off jogging through the park. They talked, mostly idle chit chat and catching up; the rest of the jog passed without incident, and the feelings Erin had been experiencing didn't surface while they were out. She just chalked the whole experience up as a strange fluke, probably due to stress from her heavy work load. It took about an hour for the two women to reach the bench where they had begun, both of them slightly winded and sweating; Erin was in a good mood, as she always was when she finished exercising. They sat on the bench, drinking from water bottles as they caught their breath.

"Wow," Missy said between drinks, "that was a pretty good run there. You're totally better at this than I am."

"It just comes with a lot of practice, you know?"

"Do you do this a lot?" Missy asked in return.

"Yeah, I try to every couple of days. It keeps my mind clear when I'm working."

"We should do it more often," Missy replied. Once again, she looked over to Erin to meet her gaze, and Erin was drawn into that stare. "Let's do it again tomorrow. I could get used to spending time with you."

Erin found herself nodding slowly in agreement. "Sure..." She replied, feeling somewhat distracted, almost like she wasn't able to focus on what was going on. "That sounds like a plan."

"Maybe we could meet up before. Do some stretching or something! At your place?"

Again, Erin was just nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds cool. At my place."

Erin gave Missy her room number, and the building she lived in, before the dark haired woman left. As soon as she was away, the feeling in Erin's head went away, leaving her wondering what had happened.

----

A knock came at Erin's door around midday the next day. She'd been buried in books all morning, and had completely forgotten about her jogging date; when she heard the knock, it brought it all back.

"Shit!" She hissed to herself, pushing out of her chair and trotting to the front door. When she opened it, Missy was waiting on the other side; dressed in tight athletic shorts and a body-hugging t-shirt, she looked like she was either ready for a run, or ready for a night out. 

"Hey!" Missy said, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. "You ready to go or what?"

Erin bit her lip, offering an embarrassed smile. "I kind of forgot. Um... want to come in while I change?"

"Sure!" Came Missy's reply. Erin stepped aside so that the thin woman could step into her single room, private dorm. "Cramped quarters, huh?" She asked, looking about. Erin nodded as she walked over to her dresser, pulling open the top drawer to withdraw her sports bra and workout clothes. She tossed them over to the bed before closing the drawer.

"Yeah, but since it's just me I really don't need a whole lot of space, you know?" Erin replied as she looked over to Missy; she assumed the other woman would get the hint, and turn around to let her change clothes with as much privacy as the one room dorm would allow. But Missy didn't seem to be getting that message. Instead, she locked eyes with the student, causing that same dull pressure in her head, accompanied by the feeling of distraction.

"What's wrong with what you're wearing right now?" Missy asked Erin. Erin wanted to look down at the sloppy, comfortable clothes she was wearing: sweatpants and an old, baggy t-shirt.

"They're not really good for jogging..." Erin said quietly, "... and I don't have on a bra."

"So what!" Missy replied with a laugh; Erin started to laugh too, though she wasn't entirely sure why... she just followed Missy's lead. "When did a bra ever stop you from having a good time? You used to love the attention that you got when we'd go out without it, remember? You're fine to go like you are."

A part of Erin's mind rejected this, knowing full well that she shouldn't go out like she was... that following the directions of this other woman wasn't right. She opened her mouth to protest, but as she stared into those penetrating eyes of Missy she just found herself nodding in agreement. "Sure, let's go."

This seemed to please Missy quite a bit, as she grinned and held open the door for Erin.

----

The two women returned to Erin's dorm about an hour later, exhausted and sweaty from their workout. Erin had spent the entire jog trying to hide the blush rising to her cheeks; without her sports bra, or any bra, her large breasts had bounced rather obscenely the entire time. Erin couldn't help but notice the stares that she was getting the entire time, too. Normally she would have been mortified, never having left the dorm without a bra in the first place... but after what Missy said to her? She felt foggy memories floating back to the surface, and the normal horror at other people seeing her behave so lewdly did, in fact, seem to turn into a strange sense of satisfaction. By the time the two of them walked back in her door, she was feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Good one, huh?" Missy asked, bending over to put her hands on her knees and pant for breath. Erin nodded silently as she headed for the bed, sitting down. Idly she placed her hand over her chest, rubbing the now-sore flesh of her breasts; all of that free bouncing had left her more than a little tender. Missy noticed this and grinned. "You looked pretty hot out there, you know. Did you notice all of the guys staring at your tits? I bet they wished they could see them bouncing like that back at their place!" The blonde woman laughed, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Erin flushed a deep crimson and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. "I really don't know what got into me today, Missy. I never used to do stuff like that. It's just... it's so weird." She looked over to Missy; she didn't intend on falling into her gaze again, but when she found those eyes waiting she was tapped. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the pressure settle on her mind; the more she did it, the more comfortable it was becoming.

"What are you talking about, babe?" Missy replied as a mischievous grin spread over her lips. "You used to be a lot more daring than that. The Erin I knew was totally a sexy little exhibitionist. Don't you remember all of those parties you and I used to go to? I practically couldn't keep you in your clothes. Don't you remember that, Erin?"

Erin started to shake her head, but the memories did start to flood back to her, memories that she could swear she never experienced. Nights of parties at people's houses, her slipping off her top on dares, feeling great as her pussy grew soaked knowing people were watching her... of slipping her hand down into her panties and rubbing herself until she came so hard from all of the eyes watching her. Mutely, the woman nodded as her mind's eye began to plant new memories, overriding the old, modest past that she had. Missy watched this with barely contained glee.

"You were so much fun back then, Erin. Anyway! I'd better go, and let you get back to your work. Same time tomorrow!" This time, Missy didn't ask... she just decided for the both of them. Trapped in the blonde woman's eyes, Erin was powerless to argue. She agreed, mindlessly, as Missy let herself out.

----

Erin spent the rest of the night trying to fight off the haze that had settled into her mind after Missy's last visit. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but she knew that something was amiss. But, try as she might, she just couldn't pin it down. Trying not to let it get to her, the student decided to get back to work on her project. Wanting to make sure that her focus wouldn't be disturbed, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor; her generous breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly as gravity pulled on them. As the rush of cool air hit her flesh, her nipples grew instantly hard. She then walked over to the window, pulling up the blinds and opening the glass pane; that way she could put her mind to ease knowing that somebody out there might be staring at her tits while she studied. Just the thought of it made her grow wet, sitting there in her chair.

While her eyes were focused on the book, she idly let her right hand drift into the loose shorts that she wore, her fingers touching her moist netherlips and spreading the wetness around. She found her mind wandering from her topic, thinking instead to how she must look to an outsider, sitting in front of the window, slowly rubbing her pussy as her tits bounced with the slightest gesture. After a half hour of her mind wandering, she gave up on trying to get her work done. Instead, she opted to pull her shorts away completely and sit with her feet on the windowsill. She sat there, sliding two fingers in and out of her wet snatch with her eyes closed, the idea that somebody could be staring at her causing her pussy to grow increasingly wet. Her thumb brushed gently against her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. In no time, she found herself panting and moaning, chest heaving as she took in copious amounts of air. A small part of her mind screamed that this wasn't right, that this wasn't who she was... but that part was quickly submerged by the newly implanted desires and memories. She was conflicted as she fingered herself, between the reality that she remembered, and the one that she was being told about. Erin shuddered violently as those thoughts roamed through her head, a strong orgasm rolled over her; her pussy clenched around her fingers, squeezing them tight as she came.

With that out of the way, Erin turned away from the window but didn't bother dressing. She spent the rest of the night working on her studies, and idly sucking the flavor of her pussy from her fingers.

----

The knock came on Erin's door at the same time the next day. Unlike yesterday, though, she hadn't become so absorbed in her work that she'd forgotten about Missy stopping by. When she heard it, she sprung up from her desk and walked over to open the door. Missy was waiting on the other side, dressed like she had been the day before. Erin, however, had not bothered to get dressed at all; the things Missy had told her last night had sank so easily into her mind that it overrode some of the most basic functions of her day. When she woke up, the thought of putting on clothes of clothing her blinds never occurred to her. So, she'd spent the day walking around completely nude in her dorm. Missy was unable to hide her surprise when her jogging partner opened the door in the nude, breasts bouncing slightly.

"Hey Erin..." Missy said, rather distracted as she looked over the nude, well curved woman. "Mind if I come in?"

Erin made no effort to cover herself with the door open. She just nodded, admitting the blonde into her room. "Hey, do you think we could talk before we go out?" Erin asked. As soon as the door was closed, her hand snaked down between her legs so that she could idly rub her clit. After the notion of being an exhibitionist sank into her mind, she found that she was able to focus a little bit better if she was toying with her pussy.

"Sure, er... What's up?" Missy asked, looking down to Erin's rubbing fingers. She licked her own lips at the sight.

"Um, it's about... the last few days. Have you noticed anything... I don't know... strange about me?" She asked, slipping a finger into her damp hole; her other hand went up to her breasts, lifting one of the large mounds and kneading it.

"No! No! Why would you even think that?" Missy asked in return, moving to sit on Erin's bed.

"It's just... mm..." Erin moaned as her thumb toyed with her clit, "ever since we started talking again, things have been weird. It's like... I have two sets of memories. I don't remember doing a lot of the stuff you talked about, but... I always do remember it after you bring it up. It's like I've been in two places at once." Erin moved to her desk chair, turning it to face Missy just to make sure that she had a good show. She spread her legs wide, giving the best possible view of her pussy.

"Oh." Missy replied. She managed to tear her eyes away from Erin's exploring fingers so that she could make eye contact with the other student; Erin moaned as the familiar feeling of haziness settled over her mind. "You shouldn't worry about any of that." 

"I shouldn't?" Erin asked, almost on reflex.

"Of course not, babe! You never were very good at thinking, remember? I'm surprised that you made it this far in school. You were always way better at playing with yourself or making other people feel good. Whenever you have a conflicting memory, you should always erase the other one completely. Everything I tell you is the truth."

"Oh." Erin replied. She could feel her mind slipping away from her; the subconscious part of her screamed as Missy obliterated her intelligence, and ruined her future. But as soon as it happened, it was gone. All higher thoughts were gone from her head, all complex ideas lost. She looked down to the book on her desk, dully noting that the letters on it didn't make sense to her anymore... they all just looked like a silly jumble. Moments ago, she'd been able to read, and had been one of the top students in her class; now, she'd completely forgotten how to assemble the letters into coherent words. The thought barely formed in her head before she shrugged it away, focusing instead on the good feelings in her wet pussy. That was the important part, she realized.

"As a matter of fact, you were always just the perfect little submissive thing anyway. You were so good at taking commands, baby. You just did everything I told you, and nothing ever seemed unusual about it. You were just the greatest little pussylicker." 

"Oh, okay..." Erin replied, picking up the pace of her fingering. Her words no longer had the air of confidence to them; instead, Erin managed to sound confused. "Missy? Why can't I think good now? My brain feels all cummy..."

Missy was growing increasingly turned on by the changes in Erin, who seemed to grow ever stupider. "You don't need to think anymore baby, remember?"

Erin just nodded. "Thinking is hard..." It came out almost as a whine. "I just wanna play with my titties and pussy..."

Missy put her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, revealing neatly trimmed pubic hair. "Why don't you come over here and play with MY pussy, sweetheart?"

Erin nodded, abandoning her own task so she could go and please Missy.

----

Erin withdrew from college later that week, with a little help from Missy; unable to read or write, she couldn't fill out the proper forms to even get it done. All of her property was sold, that which Missy didn't personally want, and the formerly smart graduate student moved into the apartment of her 'friend', to spend the rest of her life in service. There were times when a nagging thought at the back of her head would remind her that she hadn't always been this way. But she quickly dismissed it. Thinking was hard, afterall.



Remember?



"I long for you." Those four words took her breath away. Simple, but she knew that those words were exactly how she felt about him.

Smiling, she wrote back, "Sweetheart, the feeling is mutual." She read it over and hit send. Closing her laptop, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She was thinking about their last time together, which was right before he left on this trip.

He was packing as she sat there on the bed watching him and helping him fold his clothes. 

"I'm going to miss you, baby," he said to her as he took the pile of underwear from her. 

"Are you sure you're going to have enough?" she asked him, looking at the pile. 

"Baby, I will have more than enough pairs of underwear," he replied, chuckling. "Besides, I could always go commando." 

She stopped and looked at him, and burst out into giggles. "I'm sorry, love, I'm just going to miss you. You don't usually go for long periods of time..." she trailed off. 

He dropped what he was doing and came over to her. "Love, look at me," he commanded. Listening to him, she looked up at him. He cradled her face in his hands and leaned down. "I will be back. You know that. I always come back to you." She leaned forward and kissed him. "I know. I just worry and over think things when you go."

He pulled back from her and went back to his suitcase. Instead of continuing his packing, he moved everything off of the bed, and then came back over to her. He pushed her back, so she was on her back. He crawled up, covering her body with his.

He grabbed her wrists, and raised them up over her head as he leaned down and kissed her. Whimpering, she looked at him. He smiled at her, let go of her wrists, and said, "Scoot up closer to the headboard." She did as he asked, her heart beating faster. She scooted up till her head was on the pillow and then waited to see what he would do next.

Reaching down into his suitcase he grabbed a couple ties. He reached down for one of her wrists and pulled it up over her head. Wordlessly, she watched him as he gently wrapped it around her wrist and then the post. He did the same thing with the other wrist. After he was done, he told her, "You know the rule. If you feel like you're in danger, or uncomfortable, just tell me. You know I will listen and let you go." She nodded her head to show that she did know. She trusted him with everything that she had.

He started out lightly kissing her forehead. "Damnit!" she thought. "So he is going this route." This route was the "Torture Sarah route". The one where he took his time. Kissing her from head to knees. (Yes, the knees....he knew she despised having her feet touched, let alone kissed). She focused back on him when she felt his tongue trail the length of her cheek. "I was just making sure you were still with me. You seemed lost in thought for a minute there," he said when she giggled. 

When he felt like her focus was completely back on him, he continued his journey. His lips met hers, but just briefly. He moved onto her chin and her jaw line. Tiny kisses and licks, teasing her, listening to her breathing catch just a little. He moved back up to her lips. He kissed them softly, then with more pressure. Her mouth opened a little more with each kiss until he was able to push his tongue in. It was now a battle of tongues. Hers was trying to get as much as his was giving. He pulled away, both of them breathing hard, making her whimper. But he moved back to her jaw line. Kissing her again there, moving down to her neck. 

He heard her gasp when his lips connected with her neck. She felt his teeth nip at her skin, making her moan. She arched her neck to give him more access, which he took full advantage of. He didn't want to mark her up to the point of where people could plainly see what she had been up to, but it was still pinkish

She started squirming against him. He was taking way too long. He gave a chuckle, but it had a different sound to it. He looked at her, moved back away from her. He realized that she still had her jeans on. Sighing, he undid the snap on her jeans and tugged them down her hips. Then he moved back and raised her legs so her ass was exposed to him. He gave her 3 short spanks. "Patience, my love. Next time, I won't be so kind. Do you understand?"

She gave a half squeak, half moan in response. "That was not an answer." He chastised. "I understand," she replied. She tried to look like she was sorry, but her eyes and her tone gave her away. 

He scowled at her, but inside he was chuckling. He reached up and undid her top. He watched as each undone button revealed what he knew so well. Brushing a finger over each straining nipple, he heard her gasp. He was pleased to see she wore her bra that fastened in the front. Undoing her bra, he thought to himself that next time, he will have to make sure she is completely naked before tying her up. 

He sat back and looked at her. Her face was flushed; her eyes bright with arousal, watching and waiting for him; her lips were swollen and parted. Her breasts were the perfect size and her nipples....damn her nipples were incredible. He ran a hand idly down the valley between her breasts. He took his time, knowing that every touch was driving her closer to the brink. Her breathing quickened. The smell of her was getting stronger. With his other hand, he adjusted his erection. He knew that his boxers were soaked, but there was not much he could do....at least not yet.

She watched him, saw him adjust himself causing her to moan. She loved watching him. She loved seeing him touch himself, even if it was to adjust himself. She knew that he must have a lot of precum leaking from his hard cock. "Such a waste....but next time..." she vowed to herself. 

She felt his lips touch her nipple...lips parted; she waited to see what he would do next. His tongue came next. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, making it harden. He teased it; he knew that all of this was making her closer to cumming for him. Then he moved to the other one. He repeated what he did the first one. Squirming, she begged, "Oh god...please!!!"

"Please what?" he asked, as he continued teasing her. "Please, suck on them. God...please!" she begged.

"MMMMM," was all he said. Then, he started sucking. At first, gently, then harder. 

"Ooooh my god!" she yelled. "Baby, oh god...I'm...oh god....so close, love."

He moved to the other nipple and started sucking, but he took her free nipple between his fingers and started pinching. Her gasps and her body tensing told him that she was going to cum. "Do it!" he commanded. "Cum for me. Now!" 

Her body tensed. She didn't think she could take it anymore. 

"Mmmmmm ohhhhhmyyyyygodddddd!" she moaned out. "Oh my god...love." 

"Good girl." he said as he watched her body tremble. Then before she had a chance to relax, he moved down between her legs. He ripped her panties, not caring or wanting to take the time to push them down her legs. He parted her lips, and saw just how wet she was. 

He leaned down and licked her, tasting what he had caused. She moaned, still throbbing from her orgasm. "Fuck love....please....I need you...." she lifted her hips, trying to get him closer to her. He reached down and steadied her. "Just be patient, baby. I need to taste you. You know I love the taste of you."

He went back to her pussy. Licking and tasting. Teasing and fucking her with his tongue. Mimicking what he would be doing shortly with his cock. "I'm going to cum again, baby," he heard her breathlessly tell him. "Do it." was his response. 

Focusing on her clit, he slid a finger inside of her. So wet....and so tight. He was going to make her cum again. Slipping another finger inside of her, he fucked her as he licked and sucked on her clit. Her hips rose up, trying to get more from him. "Cum for me, baby. Now. Yes, love that's it." he encouraged. Giving a long moan, she let the orgasm roll over her. He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers. So fucking tight. He couldn't wait. He needed to be in her.

He pulled his fingers out, and licked them. She watched, whimpering. Then he held them up to her mouth. She took them into her mouth and sucked them clean. She loved it when he did that.

He got up and pulled his pants off. His dick was rock hard and leaking. A lot. He came back to her, and spread her legs even more. "Whose cunt is that?" he growled. "YOURS!" It came out more as a groan because as she answered, he thrust into her. Hard. Fast. Deep. 

Together, they found a rhythm. Her pussy hugged his dick like it was made for him. Groaning, he pulled back. He knelt in front of her, his dick still encased in her. He threw a leg over each shoulder. And started thrusting again. He was in so deep, totally surrounded and lost in her.

"My cunt feels so good," he moaned out. "You like my cock inside of you like this?"

"It's MY cock," she gasped out. "MINE!"

He reached down and undid her wrists, and covered her with his body. Her arms came around his neck and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They came together even closer. He was still thrusting in and out of her, but not as hard. 

Suddenly he tensed up, and looked at her, and growled, "Yes, yours." She felt him throb and pulse inside of her. She knew that he very close to finding his release.

"I want your cum. Please love, give it to me. Now." she pleaded with him. Moving her hips, tightening her cunt muscles around his cock, maintaining eye contact with him....she felt him start to release. He groaned. 

His release started her own. He felt her tighten up more, and heard her moan. Her orgasm washed over her, making her pussy milk his cock even more. Getting every drop. 

When they were done, he collapsed on top of her. She held him close to her, not wanting to let go. When he slipped out of her, he kissed her and got up to go get a warm wash cloth so he could clean them both up. 

"You, my love, are amazing." he said as he washed her. He kissed her clit when he was done. He took care of the wash cloth and climbed back into bed with her. As she curled up next to him, he kissed her. His last thought was, "Packing can wait till later." They both fell asleep, in a much needed nap.

Sighing, she opened her eyes. She grabbed her laptop to see if he had responded. He had.

He wrote one word. "Remember?" 

Oh yes......she remembered.