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Say It

By: Assignation



"Say it," He demanded, propped up on his elbow, lying so close to my prone body, but not quite touching, except for his hand which rested palm down on the soft round of my stomach, his fingers several inches from where he knew I needed them be. This was his favorite game. To be played only when he was absolutely sure I could hardly bear it. As usual I was furious with him and he was loving every minute, wallowing in his power over this. I turned slightly, teeth gritted in something close to anger and shook my head. 

"No. Don't... Not today." Almost a whine, definitely a pleading with him. Perhaps he would see the desperation in my eyes and relent. I always deluded myself with that thought, and I was always wrong. He would never relent. Even as my chest heaved in a sigh of frustration, my hips lifted just an inch or so up from the bed, unconsciously seeking that touch.

"Just say it." He repeated, that self-satisfied grin on his face almost driving me crazy. My eyes screwed shut, I couldn't bear for him to see me in this state. Like a child I tried to imagine that if I couldn't see him then it was me who was invisible. 

"Please..." was all I was able to mumble under my breath, my back arching, hips twisting towards his fingers. 

"Nuh-uh!" He laughed at me, his expression more amused than angry, but he removed his hand from my abdomen, allowing it to hover just above my skin where I could still feel its radiated warmth. 

"Just tell me what you want." Every word enunciated so slowly and clearly for my benefit as if I was having trouble comprehending what he asked. I understood each syllable only too well. My tongue dragged over my suddenly parched lips. 

"You..?" I tried hopefully, wondering if the trembling pout of my lower lip would soften this man just a little. Knowing inside that it would not even come close. 

That laugh again, ending in such a broad grin and then softer words. "I know you -can- say it. It's not difficult. C'mon... it's only words, baby." Almost gentle now, but teasing, taunting. Maddening man. His hand lowered again, resting on my hipbone where his fingertips began to trace circles over my skin. I could have sworn his fingers were tipped with fire or how else could such a gentle touch have set my skin alight, shooting flames right to the apex of my thighs. Right to the heart of the ache that was building there which so needed attention. I failed in my attempt to stifle the whimper that escaped my lips, and as his eyes snapped up from my hip to my face I felt the deep red flush creep across my skin, turning my cheeks so hot they felt as though they were illuminating the room with their glow. 

"Baby..." The back of his fingers brushed over the heated skin of my cheek. "-I- know what you need, -you- know what you need. You only have to ask and I will give it to you. I really don't understand what the problem is with this. Now..." 

He leaned back a little, the hand that had so lightly caressed my cheek slipping down lower and before I had chance to roll away, he flicked at my already firm nipple with the nail of his forefinger. The cry of surprise that came from my lips held an undercurrent of a moan, which of course he did not miss. 

"Ah.. so that's what you want, is it?" His tone was so triumphant that I wanted to beat him with my fists, but I knew where that would get me and instead I bit down hard on my lower lip and tried to gain some semblance of control over the reactions of my body. My failure to do so brought a low chuckle from his throat, and drew that fingernail to flick once more at my nipple. This time I was rendered virtually helpless, the slow arch of my back and roll of my hips toward him leaving no doubt what my body craved, despite the fact that my lips refused to ask for it. 

"Ohgodplease..." Desperate, breathless words running together as my hands released their grip on the sheets at my sides and reached for him, an act which subconsciously I knew would cause me trouble, but this was one situation my mind did not have control over. His hands took firm hold of my wrists in an instant and as he leaned over to raise them above my head, pinning me to the bed, hovering above me, I felt the unmistakable press of him against my hip. 

His face bent close to mine, his breath warm on my cheek. "Have I ever denied you anything you've asked for, baby? Hmm?" 

I shook my head, swallowing hard and saw his eyes follow that anxious undulation of my throat. He dipped his head lower and his lips pressed to my neck for a second, but he pulled back quickly, in time to see my eyes flutter closed and my head tip back to expose more of my throat to his exploration. 

"Oh.. would you like me to kiss you there?" 

"Yes... yes please. Please kiss me there." That was easy, and I was rewarded with the most delicious trail of soft warm lips along my throat. 

"See" he grinned, "We've proved that you can do it. Now, what else is it that you want from me?" His hands released my wrists, and he leaned away again, but I was still pinned, not daring to move an inch as his palm brushed my cheek and his thumb dragged slowly over my lower lip, tugging it slightly down into more of a pout. "Do these pretty lips want to be kissed maybe?" 

I couldn't help but reach for him again, lifting my head and pressing my lips to his thumb, wanting and needing that touch so badly, drawing the tip of his thumb into my mouth. Even as I did this, I thought I heard his breath catch in his throat. I felt him press against my hip, but by the time my eyes had opened and tried to focus on his face again he had composed himself, his expression cool and steady. 

"My poor needy girl..." 

That pronoun, that simple word of possession was enough to send a shudder through my body as his thumb dragged the saliva from my mouth across my cheek, along my jaw and down my throat. My thoughts brought back to center as his voice dropped, until it was almost a purr, 

"You're shaking, baby." He pressed his lips to my cheek where they remained as his words vibrated over my skin, "You're shaking and I've barely touched you. Tell me. Tell me where you want me to touch you next. Here...?" He lunged so quickly that I was utterly unprepared for the sharp ridges of teeth that tugged at my nipple, and the groan that it drew from me sounded more feral than human to my ears. 

"Ohgodyessss..." His bite tugged on the invisible cords, sending sharp arrows of pleasure through my body, and I felt a rush of heat and moisture, unable to stop the desperate squirm of my hips. 

"Oh. I see. This is where you want me?" So pleased with himself, so smug as his hand slid quickly down my body, the heel of his hand resting on the rise of my mons as his fingers slipped into the apex of my thighs with gentle urging pressure. 

Damn him for being able to restrain himself like this while I practically dissolved into a writhing, whimpering heap in front of him. But this was where he wanted me. Where he needed me, and where I, though I would still rarely admit it, needed so badly to be. My body so tense it felt as though every muscle might strain, thighs parting at the insistence of his strong slender fingers. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open. To face him, but we both knew by now that was impossible. My eyelids heavy, head rolling helplessly from side to side, lips dry, throat constricted, unable to vocalize even the moans that such teasing was drawing from me. Those fingers slipped with confident ease between my labia, sliding into the wet heat there, leaving no doubt what this torment was doing to me. Fingers slick and scented with fragrant musk slid up over my belly, twirled around nipples and painted my lips. He leaned in to taste, his teeth tugging on my lower lip as I just groaned, by now so far beyond the limits of how much I could stand that I would do anything... anything. Fingertips traced back down my body to settle again between thighs that shook at his touch. 

"Say it, baby... hmm?" His voice, a low possessive growl against my temple, reverberating through my soul, unleashing everything at once, and I heard, from somewhere outside myself, the breathless pleadings, guttural groans that must have come from my own lips, words spilling out in an incoherent stream. 

"Fuck me..... ohgodyes please fuckmenow... pleaaaaaase..."

I came the instant he slid inside me, clinging to him as he pushed me toward the precipice. That slow upward ratchet of the roller coaster as it climbs, then the breathless hovering pause at the summit before the screeching decent into release. Clutching at his back in a vain attempt to anchor myself to reality with my fingernails pressed hard into his flesh as if to arrest myself from the fall. Helpless, plummeting, panting, shaking, shuddering together for who knows how long before finally recovering enough breath with which to form words. 

I gasped, "Say it..." the words muffled further as I buried my face in the security of the crook of his neck. 

He lifted his head, eyes awash with emotion, the heaving of his own chest barely allowing speech to come. "I adore you."

Say It



"So what do you two do for fun, then?" Minnie asked, her voice ever so slightly slurred by alcohol. She looked at the couple across from her, seated on the bed next to each other like teenagers at a slumber party. "If you know what I mean."

It had been that kind of night. They were only two days out from port, but already, Mark and Judy felt like they'd known Minnie and Hal for years. It helped that the cruise was a reward for regional sales winners at Onyx Distribution; Mark and Hal spent the first course of dinner talking shop, while the two girls spent the first course rolling their eyes at the men's need to talk shop. Eventually, the conversation had turned to more personal matters--"personal" in the sense of "life outside of work" at first, but as the night went on and the alcohol flowed freely, the conversation grew gradually more racy. Judy had shared tales of her wild college days, Hal had mentioned the time or two that he and his wife had joined a "couples" party, the dinner had become a few more drinks back at Mark and Judy's cabin (the more spacious of the two, as Mark had actually come in third nationwide), Minnie had mentioned that she and Hal had tried spanking, and then she'd asked, "So what do you two do for fun, then? If you know what I mean."

Judy grinned a grin that was not so much 'the cat that ate the canary' as it was 'the cat that's just spotted two more canaries sunning themselves, both commenting on how they're too tired to possibly fly even a single foot'. "Hypnosis," she said.

Minnie got a confused look on her face. "No, I meant...y'know, in the bedroom."

"So did I." Judy patted Mark on the knee as the couple sitting on the couch across from them exchanged confused looks. She'd been hoping for something like this on the cruise, but she hadn't imagined it would happen so soon, not in her wildest fantasies.

Hal said, "You mean, like, 'You are getting sleepy', pocket watches, that kind of hypnosis?"

"Yep!" Judy's smile seemed to grow even more predatory, if that were possible.

Hal shrugged. "So how does that work, then?"

Judy stood up off the bed. "Really well." Mark already had a grin on his face as she moved to sit on the floor between Hal and Minnie's legs. "It does a lot for our sex lives, and...you two are open-minded, right?"

Minnie and Hal both nodded. "Sure, I mean...yeah," Minnie said. Judy could tell that they were a little uncertain as to what she was about to do, or say, a little off-balance. Perfect.

"See, I tend to...take charge, in the bedroom." That's why Mark's so quiet, she thought. He's already half in trance just from the anticipation. "We're not into whips and chains or anything," because I don't need them, she added privately, "but I definitely get a kick out of telling Mark what to do under the covers, and he likes a woman who knows what she wants." Judy adjusted her position subtly, making sure she was in contact with both Minnie and Hal's body without making it obvious. "Hypnosis just kind of...adds to that."

"Ooh," Minnie said, giving a little giggle and a mock sarcastic tone to her voice that Judy was sure Minnie thought concealed her obvious excitement at the idea, "so you just look into his eyes and he becomes your slave, huh?"

Judy looked up at Minnie. She noticed that neither one was quite willing to meet her gaze. They believed that she had the power to hypnotize them, then, even if they weren't quite ready to go under. "Oh, I don't need to look into his eyes...sink, Mark." She heard a soft thump, and knew that Mark had slumped down onto the bed in a deep trance. "That's right," she said, deliberately looking at Minnie and Hal instead of her husband. "Sink deeper and deeper, now. Deeper and deeper."

"...deeper and deeper..." she heard him say. She finally turned her head to see him lying on the pillows, eyes closed, body completely relaxed. She never got tired of the way he looked in trance.

"Wow," she heard Hal say behind her. His voice had a stunned quality to it that gave Judy warm, wet tingles between her legs. She'd surprised them, confused them, given them something they weren't expecting and left them both with the growing understanding that she had the power to take them someplace deep and blissful. It was time to take the next step.

"Oh, it gets better," she said. "Trance is a naturally pleasurable state on its own, because you're so relaxed..." and Judy knew that both Minnie and Hal were hearing 'you' as them, not as Mark... "But it gets even better, because I can give suggestions that turn that relaxation into pleasure so easily." She leaned into Minnie and Hal's legs, just a little, just enough to remind them of the intimacy of her presence. "Say it, Mark."

"...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure..." Mark sighed out, his face composed in a beatific smile.

Judy turned her head back to look at Minnie and Hal. They were both staring at Mark in astonishment. In that moment, she knew they were hers, and she felt a tight, hot surge of pleasure rush through her body at the thought. "It's his mantra. He feels good whenever he says it. It makes him more hypnotized to say it, and it deepens my control over him, but he knows that those are good things, those are things that bring pleasure to him. Say it."

"...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure." Minnie and Hal couldn't take their eyes off of Mark, Judy could tell. They were amazed at the spectacle, and probably aroused by the idea, and yes, maybe a little shocked underneath it all, despite Minnie's claims of being open-minded, and the whole cumulative effect was to lock their gaze onto Mark just like he was a hypnotic focus himself.

"It feels so good, it brings so much pleasure, that he's already becoming aroused. Just those words bring him into a deeper, more erotic trance, they're so very sexy to him, so very sexy." No 'just like' about it, really. Judy didn't need pocket watches, she didn't need to tell them they were getting sleepy. She was using her hypnotized slave as a focus to hypnotize more slaves. Her nipples ached just thinking about it. "Say it, and don't stop."

"...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure..." Mark kept up the chant in a slow, even rhythm, like the beat of a metronome, like the tick of a pocket watch. "...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure..." Judy didn't need to look at him to know his cock was straining inside his pants.

"You can see it, now, how much it arouses him to say it." Minnie and Hal were still staring in slack-jawed amazement...or at least, that's probably what they thought they were doing. Judy knew better. "You can see how good it feels to say it. Every time he says it, he goes deeper, and feels better, and becomes more aroused. He wants to stroke himself so badly, every time he says it, that desire builds, but he can't stop saying it, he needs to say it, he has to say it. I've told him to say it, and..."

"...obedience is pleasure. i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure." Mark was panting now, his voice strained with arousal. "i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut...and obedience is pleasure."

"You can hear it in his voice," Judy said, watching the blank, aroused stares on the faces of the other couple, "just how good it feels to say it." Minnie's mouth twitched, just a little. "You can imagine just how good it feels to say it." Hal looked like he was about to speak, but stopped. "It's so exciting, so erotic, so blissful to say it." Judy wondered which one of them was going to break first. "You may stroke yourself whenever you want," she said, no longer even pretending that she was just talking to her husband.

"...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure. i am a deeeeply..." She imagined Mark now, pulling his cock out of his pants, working the slick pre-cum over the head as he chanted... "...hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure...i am a..." Any other night, she would be able to watch that for hours, drunk on her power over him, but tonight, with so many other fantasies coming true, she didn't even look... "Deeply hypno...ohh...tized...tranceslut and obedience is pleasure..."

Minnie's hands were twitching at her side, and Hal's cock was hard inside his jeans. "That pleasure builds now, being able to give in and say it makes so many more things possible..." She saw Hal begin to mouth the words faintly in time to Mark's chant. She was a little surprised, she'd expected Minnie to break first. "That pleasure, that arousal, that dreamy sexual heat, hear him say it and imagine feeling that yourself..." Hal's voice was audible now, and Judy clenched her thighs tightly together as she saw the expression on Minnie's face when Minnie realized her husband had gone into trance. "You can see how good it feels to say it, you know how good it feels to say it..."

"i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure..." Two voices now, chanting in unison, as Hal's fingers were already sleepily undoing his zipper. "i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut and obedience is pleasure..."

Minnie's mouth was moving, hearing her husband go deep into trance was breaking her will faster than anything Judy could do. Judy gave her the last little push she needed. "Say it, Minnie."

With a moan, Minnie began to chant the mantra right along with them, joining in as her hand slipped into the waistband of her pants. "i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure..."

"Very good. Very, very good." Judy put her hands on their thighs, just gently, just intimate contact to reinforce their mounting arousal. "And you know that you won't stop saying it when you cum, cumming just makes the words sink deeper into your mind, leaves you deeper...and more blank...and more open...and more receptive..." Each phrase was accompanied by a tiny caress of their bodies, just an extra little tick of pleasure to add to their overwhelmed minds. "So good, now...the feelings so strong, so intense..."

"i am a...deeply hypnotized...tranceslut...and obed--obedience is...p-p-pleasure..." They were struggling to keep to the chant, as their voices filled with whimpering need. Minnie and Hal built far quicker than Mark had, their arousal primed by the time spent watching Mark stroke himself. "i am...a deeply...hypno...hypnotized...oh, tranceslut..."

"Building now, so close, so strong, and you know you're going to come sooo hard..." Judy was squeezing her own thighs together rhythmically now, feeling her own orgasm build. "You're going to cum so hard, and you're going to keep saying it, letting it sink in even deeper, letting yourself go even deeper, feeling so good, so happy...almost there, now..." She watched them playing with themselves, fixing the image in her mind, never wanting to forget this moment... "NOW. Cum now. Cum now." Judy felt her own body slide over the edge as she said it.

"i am aaaaah..." Hal's cum splattered onto Judy's arm where it rested on his thigh, warm and wet on her body. Beside him, Minnie's chant temporarily degenerated into mindless grunts of ecstasy as her orgasm hit. It was everything Judy had ever dreamed of, and she came so hard as she watched them lost in obedient rapture, came even harder as she saw them relax and heard their voices steady once more, came again and again as she imagined the rest of the night, and all the nights to come...

"...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure...i am a deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and obedience is pleasure..."

THE END



Say It



My hands bound behind my back, my body on my knees in front of you. Your hard cock brushing lightly against my lips, I look over at it and moan after seeing the precum glisten against your hard flesh. Your hands tighten against my hair and yank hard down, causing my head to tilt up and my mouth to open. You roughly slide your cock between my slack lips, raping my mouth and quickly filling my throat. You dare me to struggle and smile as you watch me choke on you. I feel my eyes watering and my mouth tightens around your cock. My tongue tries to rub against your skin but fails as the thickness fills me completely. Your hips start thrusting into my face; I feel your balls sliding against my chin. 

I take the face fucking like a good slave. My body rocking against your fucking cock and the rough pull against my hair. Just as I feel your cock start to throb, you pull out and my lips are greeted with the first taste of your cum before I feel the wet, sticky liquid on my tits. 

You look down on me in disappointment, "You're sucking wasn't good enough to make me cum in your mouth." 

You pull me up by my hair and lead me roughly into the bathroom. I wait for you to unbind my hands but instead all I get in this sound of the water starting and you pushing me into the water. The cold temperature makes me gasp and my nipples to swell. You pull my hair back and push my tits underneath the freezing stream to get the pool of cum off. My body to tremble from the cold and you yank me out of the shower. I gasp as the cool air hits my already freezing flesh, my bottom lip starting to tremble. 

You guide me out of the room and back into the bedroom. You push me down on my knees again and then make me bend over. With my hands behind my back, my tits press flat against the carpet and my head rest against my cheek. This left my ass and pussy completely open to you. 

I felt the first smack against my ass cheek, I didn't dare cry out until I was told it was allowed. You stayed silent as you continued the assault against my bare flesh. Each strike left my skin sore and tender. I felt the long, slender feel of your finger slide against my lips. 

"You're already sloppy, Slut. Who said you could get messy after I just cleaned you?" You're next slap landed halfway on my ass and more importantly, the lips of my pussy. I couldn't help but gasp and knew I would pay. 

I heard you grunt as you moved behind me and stood. The familiar popping sound of the bottle made me start to whimper. My body was trembling before I felt the cold oil drip between my cheeks and down over the pucker of my ass. You kept pouring the liquid and I felt it gliding over my lips. The burn was not instant, but once your hand slid over my lips, slow at first and then faster, the heat begun. I felt your fingers work it into my clit, over the opening of my pussy. 

You moved your body in front of my face and I bit into my lip as I watched you put the same oil on your thick cock. I wanted to beg you to stop; it hurt so much when you fucked me with it. 

I couldn't ask you to stop, I was your slave and you did what you wanted with me. You moved behind me again and let your hard cock slide across my pussy lips. I felt the tip of your cock press against my opening and I almost cried out, in fear of your thick cock spreading my tight pussy with the burning oil. 

You didn't pause before slamming your hard cock into me and my small frame was pushed hard into the carpet, the rough texture tormenting my swollen nipples. My pussy gripped tightly against your cock, shocked from the sudden fucking. It didn't loosen as you barreled into me. One hand grasped my bound hands and pulled them back against you, lifting me up with each thrust into me and then dropping me as you slid out. 

My pleading was my muffled with my own moans as I felt my pussy tremble and then cum against your hard cock. I felt you suddenly pull from cunt and the soft whisper, "You came before I said you could. You like me hurting your pussy don't you, slut?" 

I shook my head yes and felt a rough slap against my cheek and your other hand force me roughly back against your cock. I felt your balls slap against my clit. 

"Say it!" You screamed as you buried yourself completely in me. 

"I like you hurting my pussy!" I mumbled. 

You slapped me again and drew your cock from me, leaving the tip resting inside my cunt. "Louder." Your nails buried in me as you spoke. 

"I like you hurting my pussy!" I screamed and you rushed into me again and I felt the explosion of your cock cumming in me. 

Your body fell against mine as the last shudder of your cum escaped your cock and you start to go limp inside me. Moving to the floor, you kept your cock in me and my body nuzzled, spooning against you. Still bound behind my back my fingertips brushed against the soft hair on your belly as you kissed my neck, nuzzling your face into my hair until we fell asleep.



Say It



"Are you prepared to suffer for me?" she asked. "Really?"

"Of course I am." He said, leaning forward, kissing her cheek. "You know that I am free with you, don't you? That I yearn to suffer for you, to submit, to give myself up to whatever you want?"

"Whatever I want?" She spoke in a cynical tone, one eyebrow raised. 

"Well," He blushed, "within the previously agreed conditions." 

"Good." She smiled. "That's more like it." 

She pulled him lower, kissed him hard. There was nothing special about tonight and it had become better for it; she sank happily into the sweet bliss of normality. A Tuesday night, sweats and box sets and his singing to the radio, intentionally getting the words wrong because he knew it made her laugh. 

"Why are you smiling?" he asked,pulling back, "I can feel you doing it. What's so funny?" 

"I'm happy." She said, sitting up. "You make me happy, this makes me happy."

"Well," He sighed, stretching out next to her, "You're stuck with me for good so I'm glad you think that."

"Not quite stuck forever but nearly." She nodded, looked over at him, watched him shut his eyes and clasp his hands behind his head. He arched his back, stretched like a favourite pet, rising from sleep. 

"Tell me more." She curled up next to him, nibbled just a little too hard at his jaw. "Tell me what a whore you are."

"I want to be." He said, "For you. Only you."

"Yes."

He watched her hand trail across his chest, aimed lower, felt her plant another kiss on his neck. "I want to be useful to you, I want to give you pleasure. I want to make you happy like you make me happy."

"So sweet." she purred. "You make me very happy, darling, you know. You know you do."

"Thank you." He said, the words pulling out, liquefying into a viscous, oozing groan as her hands edged lower. 

"More." She said, force glinting in her words. "Don't be shy, sweet boy. I know what you're like."

He pulled away, fixed her with an intent look then turned away like a coy debutante. It seemed an odd reaction given his size and masculinity and usually extrovert demeanour but then, she mused, given all of those things, perhaps not. She softened. 

"Tell me. What is it? Are you going shy on me?" 

He grinned at her. "No, no. I'm sorry. Carry on."

"It was you I wanted to carry on. I asked for more." she said, jabbing him playfully in the arm. 

"You always want more." He said. "You're greedy."

"And you're complaining?"

"No, it's just-"

"What?" She said. "You're embarrassed? You're thinking something so slutty you can't tell me."

"Don't laugh." He said. "You know I have trouble with this."

"Hey." she sighed, "No judgement here. It was hot, what you were saying. It's okay."

"Sometimes, I just want to forget myself." he said. "I just want to be an object, your object, your thing to be fucked and used and played with."

She watched him blush again, felt her heart get squishy in the middle. "Is that it?" she said. "Your secret? It's not so bad."

"I know it's not bad." He said, the word kicked away quickly. "I just, still, even after all this time have a bit of trouble reconciling it with me, with who I am."

"It takes time to undo a lifetime of conditioning, we all know that." 

"I know." he said. "But- it's so stupid. I've ruined the moment."

He lay back on the sofa, frowning, frustrated. The thoughts swirled in his head, like sediment in a cup, falling through his memory like dust in the light. He'd spent so long hiding and being ashamed and having to keep quiet that even though he knew that things were different now he couldn't quite make his body believe it.

"You haven't." She said. "Stop fretting, these things take time. No porn submissives here, real people only, thank you." she kissed his cheek, pulled him close to her so his head lay on her shoulder. She slid her hand into his shirt, began popping the buttons. "I forbid it."

He grinned up at her, kissed her wrist. "Thank you."

"No problem." she said. 

for a few moments they were quiet, listening on one another's breathing, the sounds outside, their bodies pressed together, a comfort. 

"That hand going to go lower?" he drawled. "Is it? Please say yes."

"There it is." She pinched his nipple, kissed him. 

Laughter boiled up between them, frothed over into grabbing hands and heavy sighs. She could feel him hardening through the thin fabric of his trousers, the cheap buttons popping easily, the zipper sliding downward. She reached forward, snaked her hand into his underwear, grabbed his cock. 

"This is what you want?" she purred, "Is it?"

"Yes, yes, Ma'am, it is."

"Oh," she smirked, "Ma'am, now, is it?"

He blushed. "What can I say?" 

She squeezed a little too hard, laughed as he winced and he felt that primal switch in him, flip in the face of her laughter, letting out all the sweet submissive feelings he had battled with for so long. He sighed happily, sank back and realised he loved them and he loved her for bringing them out of him. Most of all, he loved the way they made her wolfish and hungry like their desire was symbiotic. 

"Say it again." she purred, her hand still working, languid. "I like it." 

"Ma'am." he breathed. "Make me your object, Ma'am. Your fuck toy, your pleasure."

She smiled, "Aw, I love it when you get all pouty on me. Look at you," she sighed, "desperate."

"Yes, Ma'am. Please." 

"Ask again."

"Please."

"Again."

"Please." He said, a smile curling upward. 

"Something funny?" her hand cupped his balls, too quick, too hard, forcing his eyes open. 

"No. Oh, darling, no." 

Her eyes glittered as she watched him, pulling away, sitting back. His eyes inky with love for her. She lay back, settled into the sofa, watched him. 

"Do you want to fool around a little? Play some more? Let me tie you up?" she asked, jabbing him in the belly. She opened and closed her hand, wiggled her fingers. "My hand was cramping. Let's move."

"Do you?" He asked, standing, following her to the bedroom. "Tell me you do."

"Give me your hand and I'll show you how much I want it." she laughed. "I'm just checking. You know I want you to feel safe. The second you get apprehensive about things you have to tell me. Also some of those texts you send were pretty heavy. I'm just trying to find out what's play and what isn't. I know we spoke but you suddenly clammed up."

"Stop worrying about me." he said. "We're as bad as each other."

"I know." she laughed, :How we ever got together in the first place is actually beyond me." 

"I was serious about it. It's scary but you know, I trust you, I love you, I think I need to be pushed."

"Hard." her finger traced his jawline, kissed it. "You know you can safeword."

"I know."

"Just checking."

"I know."

"Get naked." She said, pushing him away. "No clothes until work tomorrow. I'll pick those, too." 

"Yes." he smiled. "perfect." 

She watched him dispense with his clothes in the middle of the bedroom like so many times before it. Yet, now, there was something different in his demeanour; a comfort she hadn't noticed, before. It came in the softness of his shoulders and the languid way each garment was cast aside. He turned to her, winked. 

"Come here." She laughed and beckoned him to where she was standing. Her hands landed on his chest and she kissed him, led him to the bed and the new sheets and low lighting she'd prepared, anticipating this moment the whole day. It was a fitting resolution to their volley of messages; texts and emails pinged back and forth at her suggestion. She had seen him that weekend, laughing and flirting with the dark haired woman at the party. At first, she'd not bothered or been in any mind to care but she saw how others noticed, how women would look at him and look at her and wonder how they had come to be. It bothered her now, even after all this time, as much as it had when they had first met. Rationally, she knew it was absurd, but she couldn't shake it. She wanted to possess him. 

She tied his wrists behind him with the thick, soft rope dyed to match the bedroom. It was a quirk he'd found quaint and old fashioned when he had first seen it. Now, it comforted him with it's homeliness. It turned the perverse, kittenish. As soft as she was, as safe as he felt, it seemed a comforting reflection of the love and care she applied to everything. She pushed him back, her blush pink manicure flashing against the shadowed hair on his chest. She had undressed herself, denied him the pleasure and he had longed to touch her as she did so. He watched as she straddled him, nuzzled him with her cheek, some small victory. She spread her glittering, soft thighs, slick with desire and devoured him with her body, her mouth meeting his, nibbling his lip, her fingers searching to pull him nearer, to claim him as though her were not already hers. Her body moved in practised undulations, rhythmic and soft at times, harder at others, ebbing and flowing around him until he drowned happily in her enveloping softness. She grabbed his thigh and felt the weight settle in her belly like jewels as he bucked against her, futile, breathing hard, begging for release. 

She laughed low, made him beg again as she rocked against him, her sex engorged, her fingers working deftly between her thighs, spurred on by his sweet pleas, his body writhing beneath her. Her pleasure built, muscles tensing and flickering like candle flames, burning hard and bright in the flash of orgasm, her hand against his throat. 

Breathing hard against him, she sank back, watched him look ah her, his hands on her hip. She kissed him, their bodies entwined. 

"You know what you are?" she purred.

"What?"

"Useful." another kiss glanced across his mouth.

"Thank you." The whisper came hushed, as a breath across her skin. "I like to be."

She smiled at him, stroked his face. "You look a little tense."

"You think?" he raised an eyebrow. "My leg hurts and I want to come. Please, baby..." he tailed off, writhed against her. 

"Ask again." 

"Don't do this." He laughed, but the sound was tinged with frustration. 

" It's not your decision to make." She said. "You look so pretty when you pout." 

He said nothing, laughed. 

"Who makes the decisions?" She moved off him, stood to take in his body, watched it wilt and his eyes glitter with need. "Who? Come on, tell me."

Next to him, she trailed her fingers over him, sank between his thighs and toyed with his cock, watched with wry amusement as he flinched at the movement. 

"Don't laugh.: he sighed. "You know I get tense. It's been a while." 

"I know." she said. "But there's nothing like watching you wriggle about, make those noises.I'll go gentle. You still haven't told me." 

"You, Ma'am." 

"And what do you do, my darling?" 

Her hand was moving higher, toying with his nipple until she rose up and settled her hand on his throat again. "I am functional." he said. 

"You are. You're mine."

"Yes, Ma'am." The words made him shiver inside, the heat flaring within him as that promise was spoken. "I'm yours."

"Your face." She teased, kissing him. "Look at you." 

"Who could blame me?" He smiled. 

"Whore." She said, her voice became harder, edged with steel. "You're a whore for me, aren't you?" 

"I am." he said. "Only for you."

"Only for me?" she said. "I hear that you paid for it once upon a time. That you begged women who hadn't the slightest interest in topping you. You're just desperate to please women. To get whatever tiny sliver they deign to give you." 

"No, Ma'am. Only you." In the sheets his hands opened and closed as he tried to push away the past and the shame that she used to expertly against him. 

It hit him hard and lit up the submissive wiring within him and she knew it. After all, she had taken long enough trying to coax it out of him, all of these desires he had hidden so long and been so sure that no one would want until she had taken his fantasies and turned them into a reality that he had never dared to dream of. 

"Is this really about me?" she asked. "Not you, not some generic woman, but me?"

"Yes, Ma'am." he said. 

She slapped him, without warning, the sensation electric beneath his skin. Breathing heavier he shook his head. "Then you'll call me by my name." she said. "Tonight I'm not Ma'am or, God forbid, mistress, tonight I have a name and it is the only one that should matter to you, isn't that right?"

"Yes." He nodded, tried desperately to hide the grin that was spreading across his face.

"What's so funny, slut?" her face was inches from his, her full mouth grazed his cheek and she jabbed him in the ribs.

"I love you." he breathed. "I love how you do what you do."

"Good." She said. "That's the point. I'm glad it's working for you as much as it is for me."

"Please..." he hesitated for a single moment, his eyes, passing over her face, gulping up every shadow and splash of light on her face, each eyelash and the lines on her lips, every crease around her smiling eyes. "Ma-"

"Nope." Her hand shot forward, tugged at his cock. He winced. "I am not Ma'am. I am not a myth, I have a name, whore. Use it." She leant forward, her tone softening, turning to a whisper that slipped like silk between them, their eyes locked upon one another. "Use it." 

She pulled away only the tiniest fraction but it was enough to put her out of reach of his aching mouth. He longed so desperately to kiss her, didn't care that his neck sort of hurt or that it was too hot in the room or that his leg was still cramping, he wanted her then like the old fire had never gone away but evolved, lust distilling into love so that he could never quite get enough. She was close enough that he could feel her breathing and feel her hair fall forward onto his shoulder. Her left hand dug into his arm. Rising up, she was over him again, her thighs against his cheeks, her hands jammed against the headboard. 

"Use it, boy." she breathed, "Tell me who owns you, tell me how you love it, spell it out with your tongue like you don't know any better."

"Mimi." Sven said, "I belong to you, my darling, you. You own me." 

Above him, Mimi groaned, pushed her hips forward and, once more, felt her body shiver hot in the shadows, her desire realised.



Say It Already



I have been having this on-going affair with a black lover of mine for almost 6 years now and I have been having the time of my life.

I am a touchy feely kind of person and I know that he is too but the three words that he shies away from is "I love you". I know he told me that he hardly ever says that but he shows it in his actions. I do believe that but sometimes a girl just wants to hear what she wants to hear. He told me that know one makes him do or say anything he doesn't want to and I'm the same way. 

After a long night of dinner, dancing and mind blowing sex, I told Jim how much I loved him like I did so many times before. I always get the smile with the dimples that knock my socks off and a kiss on my cheek. I asked him once to tell me how he feels about me and he told me that he cares for me deeply and that I'm a wonderful person. 

Another time when we just finished making love and I was nothing but jelly, I told him that I never ever loved anyone the way I love him. Again I got the smile, the wink, the usual response.

I said to myself that I wouldn't say it anymore and see if he says it. It didn't happen. The words were on my lips and I refused to humiliate myself again each time I refused to say it to him.

Jim took me on the most wonderful vacation which we had breakfast in bed each morning followed by love making and a shower before we began on our day. I was never treated so special like I was on that vacation. We ate it the highly recommended and high priced spots, he treated me to any and all of the shopping I wanted and even bought me a new necklace which was a heart with pearls, diamonds and emeralds. It was the perfect match of gems as my birthstone is diamond for April, pearls are the birthstone of June which is Jim and the emeralds are May which is the month we started to see each other.

I tried so hard to not say those words to him and it was killing me inside. Through the two week vacation, not to say I love you once was upsetting me and I had to have a long talk with him. I waited until we arrived home and were home for a few days before I asked him if we could speak openly and honestly about our relationship. I know he loves me but I want to hear it from his lips.

Dinner that night was all over his favorites and he kept saying how much he loved the way I make the sweet potatoes and the way I make the chicken and steak just right for him. He loved my chocolate cake and always had his beer and JD chilling for us every night.

We finished our meal and dessert and he build a fire in the fire place and grabbed me away from the dishwasher and started to hug and kiss me and then started to undress me with his eyes and removed my blouse and went right for my 42DD titties that he loved. I started to unbuckle his shorts and then I stopped and asked him to sit down because I wanted to talk to him.

I proceed to tell him that I have enjoyed every moment we have spent together and our vacation was the best I ever had. I asked him if he loved me and he said he did and I said that I knew he didn't say it often and he shows me but I wanted to hear it. I told him that I was beginning to think I was nothing but a fuck toy, cock sucker and he told me that I wasn't. He told me he will tell me soon and I asked him why he has to wait because I wanted to hear it and I wasn't trying to force him but had to hear it.

He walked away from me and started to get all worked up and upset and said that he told me how it was with him and those words and why do I have to hear it. He was so upset with me he told me that he was going to go out for a while and just clear his head. I told him he could stay in the condo and I would leave and I would take some of my clothes and just kick back and review what I thought we had as a couple. He was upset with me and begged me not to leave. I told him I wanted to give him space because I backed him into a corner and he told me not to. I told him that I just wanted to hear "I love you" from his lips and thought that maybe it would be best if we just split up for a bit and give him time to think about where our relationship was going.

I went into the bedroom and threw on some sweats and then got out my little bag and started to pack. He stopped me and told me that I was his world and no one ever meant anything to him until he met me. All the other girls were just a suck, a fuck and that was all. He never told any of them that he loved them and thought maybe he just never did.

My bag was packed for about 2 days and I would come back during my lunch and take more in the next day. As I headed for the the door, he stopped me and said, "Joan, I love you and I'm sorry it's hard for me to say. The truth is that I told only 1 girl once that I loved her and she told me that she didn't love me then and never will and all she wanted was a fuck partner. That always stuck with me. I promise to say it more and I know that you love me because of all that you do and how often you tell me. Please don't leave".

I never left that night and after hearing the entire truth, I was relived as I didn't want to leave him because I did love him and he was very good with me and to me.



Say It Ch. 01



When she entered the bar, she saw him immediately. He was sitting at a small, bistro table, one hand absently playing with a matchbook, his coat hanging on the back of his chair. He spotted her and immediately his attention narrowed, sharpened, as she walked toward the table. He stood as she arrived, pulling out her chair, and she felt a sudden rush of dizziness looking into his intense brown eyes. She licked her lips, then said, "I'm Cassandra Owens," reaching out her right hand. 

He grasped it firmly in his own, "Edward McClair." She dropped her gaze and sat, flipping nervously through the menu, and paying no attention to anything it said. When she raised her head, she found him still watching her, and she blushed--embarrassed by his silent gaze and by the fluttering in her stomach. 

The appearance of the waitress was a welcome relief. She ordered a vanilla latte, hoping it's familiarity would ease her nervousness.

As she spoke to the waitress, she could feel his eyes on her. More than that, she could feel his intensity--as if his every cell were reaching in her direction...straining toward her...expecting--she shook her head slightly then looked into his eyes. Inwardly, she began to quiver, and she lowered her hands to her lap, so he couldn't see them shaking. After a moment, she felt herself falling back on something lighter and familiar. She said impudently to him, "So, does anyone call you Ed? Or how about Eddy?"

He didn't smile at her flip question. Nor did he break her gaze. He simply said, in a voice that was deep and dark and warm, "You will call me Edward."

She felt as if she'd just swallowed the most potent espresso. His voice slid through her, heating her from her lips to her throat down to her belly gathering between her hips. Her nipples became hard and her thighs shivered. Her face warmed and she held her hands together more tightly to stop their trembling. "Alright," she agreed softly with a slight nod, not entirely trusting her voice.

Instantly her acquiescence overwhelmed her. All her feminine sensors were overloading. She blinked, moving her eyes back down to the coffee in front of her. Her right hand lifted to nervously stir the already well-mixed brew, and she tried to take three deep breaths as unobtrusively as possible. She was so focused on regaining her composure that she was startled when his hand touched hers.

He covered her hand with his own, and turning it over, began rubbing the palm with the pad of his thumb. All her efforts at composure were gone. Her thoughts scattered. No quick retort or flippant comment came to mind. Heat swept through her body. She knew she was blushing, but she didn't care. Her only thought was how dangerously warm his hand felt... she wanted that feeling all over.

"Say it," he said, immediately drawing her attention back to his eyes.

She looked at him, eyes wide and dazed and unwittingly communicating her every thought to him.

"Say it," he urged in that velvet voice.

She understood what he meant. She could read it in his eyes. She took a shaky breath, wondering if she could speak at all. Then, opening her mouth, in a husky voice she barely recognized as her own, she said, "Edward."

"Once more," he compelled.

"Edward," she intoned, as if tasting the word.

"Very good." He smiled with male satisfaction. "Remember that," he said.

She nodded, no longer able to speak. His thumb had moved from her palm to her sensitive inner wrist. It slid slowly back and forth, stopping occasionally to confirm that her pulse was indeed racing. With his other hand, he moved her cup and saucer to the side, then leaned across the table to her. His eyes came closer and closer, until he tilted his head to whisper in her ear, "And I will call you sweetness because that's what I will taste when I put my mouth on you."

She gave a small gasp, but had no time to respond or to even think, because suddenly, he was standing, still holding her with one hand, and reaching in his pocket with the other to lay some bills on the table. He pulled her from her seat and led her out of the warm little bistro into the dark cold streets.

The ice on the road shimmered under the street lamps. She closed her eyes, trying to help them adjust--trying to help herself adjust to what just happened. She was an intelligent, articulate, no bullshit woman, and in the space of minutes, she'd been rendered speechless by this mysterious man. She looked down at the hand surrounding hers, suddenly realizing that he'd led her to his car.

He took her around to the passenger side and she noticed the intricately patterned layer of frosted snow on the window. Instead of immediately opening the door, he released her hand, crowding closer behind her. Slowly, he lifted her hair. She sighed a long slow visible breath into the wintry night as she sensed his head move in even closer. When she felt his lips hovering over her nape, she lifted her bare hands, placing the fingertips on the window. He pressed warm lips against her neck, and she pressed her hands against the window, then gasped at the contrast of hot and cold.

His hands rested on her hips, warming through her skirt and panties all the way to her skin. He stepped one foot between hers as his lips moved to the side of her neck. She felt herself becoming molten, her breath quickening, her nipples hardening, the fine hair on her arms lifting into goose bumps. His mouth slide up to her earlobe, his hands deepening their hold on her hips as her knees weakened. His breath was hot against her ear as he commanded, "Say it."

She swallowed, understanding him perfectly, then licked her lips before softly moaning, "Edward...."

"Very good, Sweetness," he said, licking softly and slowly behind her ear. He whispered, "You taste of vanilla and honey," then lifted his head, released her hips, and opened the car door. 

She fell gratefully into the seat, legs shaking, unconsciously reaching to demurely arrange her skirt. He shut the door with a click, and walked around the front of the car. She raised a hand to her hair, nervously fussing with it. He moved into the driver's seat and started the engine, then reached across her, his arm grazing her breasts as he pulled her seat belt across her to its metal clasp. Cassandra started with surprise, then turned, gazing at the "Coffee All Night" sign slide by through the hand prints she'd pressed into the icy window.



Say It Ch. 02



They sat in silence for several moments. Slowly her breath returned to normal, and she glanced furtively down at his hand on the gearshift. The fingers were long and masculine. Even the lines on his outer wrist seemed to communicate a kind of implacable strength as he shifted into a higher gear, moving them onto the highway.

"Remove your coat," he said firmly.

"What?" she dazedly replied, looking from his right hand to his face now.

He flicked a glance her way repeating, "Remove your coat."

She swallowed heavily, unclasped the seatbelt, and then unfastened her coat before sliding it off her shoulders and around to her lap. His hand efficiently lifted, moving the coat from her lap to the back seat before returning to the gearshift. For a moment she sat in her thin cashmere sweater, and then reached to reattach the seatbelt.

"No," he said, "not yet. Now remove your bra."

"My bra?" she dumbly parroted.

"Yes, Sweetness. Unclasp it and remove it now, please." he said.

She reached back undoing the sensible back hooks, slid the straps down her arms and reached down the v-neck of her sweater to pull the bra out. She sat briefly, hardened nipples showing through her sweater, her bra on her lap, before he reached across and placed that on the back seat as well.

"Good girl," he murmured, "Now lift your skirt."

Her breath caught as she silently slid the skirt up past the tops of her thigh-high hosiery. She gasped when she felt his hand on the inside of her left knee, his fingers almost absently caressing her. Her head turned to look at him, but his eyes were intent on the road ahead as his hand moved up her thigh. 

"Be still," he said as he felt her hips begin to move in the seat. His fingers continued to climb until they reached the uncovered flesh at the tops of her thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling her back arch and knees widen. "Still," he said, "Don't move."

As the car entered a covered parking lot, his hand moved back and forth between her legs, his fingers brushing against her panties each time. Her breath was ragged, her breath heaving. She could feel herself getting wet, and she turned to look at him with stunned, wide eyes as he removed his hand. Parking the car, he said, "We're here Sweetness," and then opened his door and stepped out.

Cassandra closed her eyes, breathing deeply before she heard her door open. He reached in to clasp her right hand and help her out. After closing the door, he moved in closer, crowding her back against the car. Her hands lifted to press against his lapels in a small gesture of defense. He stared at her for a moment, noting the blush along her face and neck, the excitement and uncertainty in her eyes, and her slightly parted lips, then, reaching down, lifted her right thigh wrapping her leg around him. 

She gasped, then gasped again louder as his right hand moved her skirt up, exposing her panties. He moved in completely enfolding her and said, "Open, Sweetness. Open for me."

Her hands slid up around his neck and she melted into him. He lowered his lips, kissing her neck, ear, and jaw line. Between kisses he kept murmuring, "Open, open, open." She moaned a long yesssss as she felt his hands cup her bottom. Her thighs were wet and she looked up at him full of desire, watching his lips, waiting for him to kiss her mouth. He looked directly into her eyes as one hand teased her bottom, his long fingers sliding along the part to her very wet center. 

"Say it," he ordered again suddenly.

"Edward," she moaned, pressing and arching against him.

"Tell me what you want, Sweetness," he said, watching her eyes, his fingers sliding back and forth along her panties from bottom to clit.

"Please Edward," she moaned again, closing her eyes for a moment, "you know...you know."

"Open your eyes and say it," he insisted.

She gazed at him intently, her eyes beaming with desire and heat, "I want you..." she began.

"Want me to what, Sweetness," pushing his fingers against her clit.

She gasped, lowering her gaze for a moment, and then looked back at him, all at once energized with determination. "I want you to fuck me Edward."

Suddenly, his hands were removed. In a flash he'd unwound her leg, readjusted her skirt, grasped her right hand and said, "Follow me."

She walked on shaky legs after him, feeling her wetness along her inner thighs, and hearing her heels click a fast heartbeat through the garage.



Say It Isn't So



After dating Kathy for 2 years she had finally agreed to marry me. With her long black hair, devilish eyes and pixie face I only had to kiss her to get a hard on; not that it did me any good. Kathy had dated several guys before me and had given her pussy to everyone of them. All of them, once they got tired of her, dumped her for someone else. She told me she was not fucking any more guys until they married her. She said all guys are the same; once they get what they want they go looking for someone new.

So, for the past two years I could not make love to her in the normal way. For her sexual relief she taught me how to suck her pussy until she came. For my relief she made me jerk off. At first I was reluctant to jerk myself in front of her but she got me to do it by saying how big my cock was and how good it would feel when she allowed me to fuck her.

After the first year we went out every Saturday night. After the movie or whatever, we would go back to her place. While I made her favorite drink, rum and coke, she would strip down, put on a shortie nightie and sprawl on the side of her bed with her legs wide open. I would hand her the drink and while she drank it I would get down on my knees and please her with my tongue just the way she liked it. For my relief she would make me jerk off on the floor and clean it up with a cloth while she watched me and sipped her drink. Later she made me jerk off on my stomach and chest. Shortly before our marriage she was trying to make me shoot my come into my open mouth. She said this really turned her on and sometimes made me suck her off again before going home.

Anyway that was all over now because we were getting married. It was not only for sex; we connected on so many other levels as well, for example each of us coming from large families wanted children ourselves. 

The honeymoon was a disaster. The first time we made love. I thought it was wonderful, but Kathy cried out in pain and made me pull out. She said my cock was too big; that it hurt her a lot when I tried to fuck her. I used to feel proud when she would say things like, "Jerk off that great big cock for me," but now I felt cursed because I could not fuck my sexy wife without hurting her.

When the honeymoon was over she went to see a doctor to find out what could be done about the problem. When she came home she had the answer. She told me we were fortunate that we both wanted kids, because the doctor told her that once she had a child, she would be stretched enough that both of us will be able to enjoy sex together.

The problem was how do I get her pregnant if I can't make love to her without hurting her. I was thinking of artificial insemination but Kathy would not agree. She said it would have to be done the natural way or not at all. In the end she gave me an ultimatum, either I let her get a stud to knock her up or we would continue doing what we were doing now, me sucking her and then jerking off.

Holding my hand, Kathy said in a soft voice, "Look sweetie, we don't have to fuck. I like the way you use your tongue to get me off, and you know I enjoy watching you jerk yourself off."

"But it's not right. I want to make love to you. That's all I thought about for the past year, but there must be some other way."

"There is no other way," she said in a stern voice. "Either you let me fuck other men now or you will never get to fuck me. Yes or no; I want to know right now!"

"OK, OK I guess you can do it."

"No whining, no whimpering and no complaining."

"I won't complain but I ..."

"No buts, in fact I want you to take an active part in it so that I know you are OK with this."

"What are you talking about?"

"I am not going to walk into a bar alone like some cheap pickup. You are going with me and buy my drinks and dance with me once in a while. When a guy comes to our table, if they ask you if it's OK to dance with me, you will say yes because you are a poor dancer. If I like the guy I'll stay on the floor and dance with him. I will tease and flirt with him if he turns me on.

"If I don't like him I'll come back to the table where you will be waiting for me. If I don't like any of the guys that dance with me, you can take me home and we will try again the following week. If I like the guy I'll go sit at his table and that will be your signal to get up and go home."

"But that is so humiliating. Everyone in the club will know I came with you but you are leaving with someone else."

"Maybe they will think I am your sister. Anyway, that's your problem. I am doing this for you so that you can make love to me. I can always find a guy with a normal sized dick to fuck me. I don't need to have a baby to have a good time. Remember you are the one that needs me to get pregnant"

"I know, it's just so ..."

"I know sweetie, but just think soon you will be able to fuck me whenever you want."

"I just wish there was some other way to ..."

"There is no other way. Just remember that I am doing all of this for you."

So it started, every Friday night I would drive her to that dance bar and about 3 times a month I would come home alone. She would want to share her experiences with me but I did not want to hear it. It would just make me mad and jealous.

Then she told me she was tired of one night stands; that it made her feel like a slut picking up a guy at a bar and going back to his place. "What I want is a boyfriend, someone I can form an emotional bond with and see on a regular basis."

"But you told me you would not do that. You said seeing different guys were like using them as stud service, that they didn't mean anything to you."

"And it didn't work, did it? After four months I am still not pregnant. Besides I have already picked him out. He is a salesman that often drops in to see my boss. He has asked me out several times and I always said no. The next time he asks I'll say yes."

"But, but you can't have a husband and a boyfriend as well. How do you think I would feel watching you go out on dates?"

"Do you want me to get pregnant or not? If you do, this is the way to do it. Maybe during my fertile period we will fuck every night."

So she started seeing Chuck on a regular basis. At first she would meet him somewhere but later she had him pick her up at our house. If she was still getting ready when he came, I had to answer the door and let him in. He always had a smirk on his face as he shook my hand. Sometimes she would shout down for me to make him a drink because she still needed a few more minutes to get ready. It was so humiliating to make my wife's boyfriend a drink. Another thing that annoyed me was she would come down stairs wearing something very sexy and the perfume I had bought for her on our honeymoon. She would kiss me on the cheek, but kiss him on the lips. Was all this necessary just to get pregnant?

She got bossier with me. I now did most of the housework including the washing and ironing. She did the cooking but I did the cleanup. Her excuse was she had to get ready for her date or some other excuse. Sometimes she would stay over at his place and come home in the morning. Often after coming in from a date she would want our kind of lovemaking. She would have a smile on her face as she watched me make love to her with my tongue and than jerk off.

One night when she was out with Chuck, I was finishing up the laundry and putting hers away in her top drawer. As I rearranged her lingerie I noticed a small plastic case in the back corner. Out of curiosity I picked it up to look. Imagine my shock when I saw it was birth control pills.



Say Jesus and Come to Me



Mina stood in the doorway of her bedroom and the bathroom, eyes fixed on the steamed-over reflection in the mirror. Instrumental music wafted from the iPod system in her bedroom; a sultry, seductive mix of piano and violin set to a simple beat. She fingered the lace of her short red gown, gazing longingly at the reflection of her brother in the shower. Lines of soap trailed over the muscles of his back and buttocks and his face was upturned to the shower head. One hand was braced against the tiles. He had been in the shower for some time, after abruptly leaving the dinner table. Marin had called after him, but William waved her off, for Marcus had been irritable as of late and he knew his son didn't want to be bothered with maternal concern. Mina watched him go and her heart ached for him because she knew why he was irritated. 

Their parents had been home for three weeks, and Mina had stopped their sexual relationship. It was difficult for her, for she loved him and wanted far more than stolen kisses and touches. But her needs were nothing compared to her brother's. Marcus was flat-out in love with Mina and wanted to be with her. He didn't care that their parents were home; he believed they could continue their intimate relationship. He didn't like it that Mina felt the need to cease having sex with him because William and Marin were home. But he never questioned her or argued about it; though Mina could sense and see his displeasure. He couldn't even look at her when their parents were around because he was bad at keeping his emotions from showing. He was short with Marin and terse with William, and when their father demanded an answer, Marcus attributed it to girl trouble and would say no more about it.

Mina heard her parents discussing Marcus' attitude one day while she was in the kitchen preparing his daily protein shake. Marin didn't understand why her son was so angry with her and why he was irritated with his father. William tried to placate her with standard parental platitudes, but it wasn't enough for Marin. Then he told his wife to leave Marcus alone; that whatever was bothering him needed to run its course and he would be fine. Marin was frustrated because Marcus wouldn't even look at her, much less talk to her. Mina knew that it couldn't continue. Something would have to give, because their parents were walking on eggshells around Marcus.

She watched her brother bathe, caressing her neck. The sight of him, of his beautiful brown body, was enough to make her hot. She missed him desperately. She wanted to lie in bed with him again and hold hands while watching television and kiss openly. She wanted to be touched in the freedom of open space and not have their intimacy restricted. She wanted to be with him. She loved him. She was as in as much pain as he was, but was simply better at hiding it. It was all her fault anyway; when their parents returned from their cruise, Mina told Marcus that they couldn't make love or have any kind of real intimacy when they were around. Marcus was dumbfounded and asked her how she expected him to give her up so easily after three weeks of nearly non-stop, intense and satisfying sex and intimacy. How could she expect him to go back to the way things were? He couldn't. She understood, but knew that he would do as she told him to. 

Mina took her combs out of her hair and shook it loose. Then she opened the shower door and got in with her brother. Startled, he turned around to see his twin sister, stunning in her red nightgown--one he had bought her--standing in front of him with one finger against his lips. She met his eyes and stood up on her toes to kiss him. He looked shocked but it lasted all of two seconds. Mina bit his bottom lip and kissed him. Marcus moaned and kissed her back. Soon, he had her up against the tiles and she wrapped her legs around his back. Her nightgown was drenched, and her decision to join her brother in the shower was spur-of-the moment. Otherwise she wouldn't have worn panties. There was a wet rip as he tore out the crotch. She linked her arms around his neck. Mina arched higher and Marcus fumbled for a moment, angling his erection before thrusting up into her. Mina, in tune with her twin, pushed downwards as he thrust upwards, emitting a sharp cry. 

It wasn't going to be like the last time; when they made love in her bed, and he covered her body in hot, slow kisses. She returned the gestures and their union was so powerful, so intense, that her climax was explosive and she squirted. Overcome, he had joined her, and they lay entwined together in sweat and heat, unwilling to release each other.

No, this was blunt, abrupt, and desperate. Marcus, driven by three weeks of frustration and longing, pumped blindly into Mina; his breath coming in ragged spurts. Mina bit into his shoulder hard enough to break the skin and held on to him tight. It wasn't going to last; he had been denied too long to draw out the experience. In moments, Marcus tensed up and grunted her name as he came. After a long moment, Marcus leaned and turned off the shower. Mina held on to him and smattered his face with kisses. He whispered her name as she rained kisses on his cheeks, nose and lips. Holding her easily, Marcus walked out of the shower and into his bedroom. She slid down his body and smiled at him.

"I'm soaked. Get me a towel."

Marcus went and got two towels. While Mina dried her hair, he dried her body. She looked at him as he ran the towels over her legs and she lifted them so that he could dry her feet.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I miss you. I want you. I can't...I can't do this, Marcus. I can't pretend that we didn't...I...Marcus, I love you and I need you. I don't want to be separated from you, not even arbitrarily."

He stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Mina, you know how I feel. You know what I want. But what about Mom and Dad? You said we had to stop everything."

"I know what I said," she replied, toweling her hair. "But Marcus, I can't. I miss what we had; what we shared, what is real between us. We'll just have to be careful," she said. "I need you; I need to be with you."

"Mina," he sighed, pulling her close to kiss her lips. She met his kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. Then they heard Marin's voice; she had to be coming up the stairs. Mina broke the kiss and Marcus caressed her face. "Sleep with me tonight?"

"Of course."

"You'd better go and dry off."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again.

"I'll be back."

Marin knocked on Marcus' door. "Marcus, I want to talk to you." 

Mina smiled at her brother and then went into the bathroom and closed the door. Marcus slipped on a pair of sweatpants and asked for his mother to wait a moment. He ran the towel over his head and swiped his back and chest before putting on a T-shirt. Then he opened the door. 

Marin looked up at her son. "Marcus, we need to talk."

He stepped back. "What is it, Mom?"

"What is going on with you?" Marin sat down at his desk and crossed her legs. "You've had this really stinky attitude since your father and I got back from Europe."

"Mom..."

"What is going on? You've never acted like this before. What's bothering you? Your father asked me to leave you alone; to let you work it out for yourself, but it's been a month and you haven't. I can't let this behavior continue without understanding why you've been so pissy. Please talk to me."

Marcus rubbed his stomach, satiated now that he had been able to achieve release. "Mom, I'm fine. Girl trouble, is all."

"You? Girl trouble? Really?"

He smiled. "Yes."

"I have never known my son to have girl trouble. You've continuously managed to keep them at an emotional distance, which has always pleased me. You must really like this one."

He smiled dreamily, thinking of his sister. "I'm in love with her."

Marin smiled at her son. "What did she do to make you so angry?"

Marcus looked at his mother. "Mom, really?"

Marin flushed, covering her face with her hand. "I'm sorry, Marcus. I didn't mean to pry like that." She stood up and smoothed her slacks. "I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry that it bothers you so much, but maybe it means a lot to her and she's just trying to make sure you're worth it."

Marcus looked at Marin again. "Mom? Leave it alone, please."

"Fine," she said. "Stop with the shitty attitude then, all right?"

He nodded. "Fair enough. I'm sorry if I upset you. I was just mad."

"Are you still mad?"

"I'm getting over it. I'm not about to beg anyone for anything."

Marin walked towards the door, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear. "Nor should you, sweetheart. Is Mina in her room?"

"She said something about taking a bath and washing her hair, so maybe."

Marin nodded. "Okay. I love you, baby. You coming back downstairs?"

"I don't know," he said. "I'm a bit tired, actually."

"All right." Marin smiled at him before walking out and closing the door.

Later on, while he was watching television, Mina came into his room. She wore another silk babydoll and matching panties and climbed into Marcus' bed after making sure the door was locked. She had already secured hers, but it really didn't matter, for their parents rarely came into their rooms anymore. It also didn't matter because William and Marin's bedroom was down the hall at the other end of the house and there was little chance they were awake and might hear.

Marcus moved so that she lay against the wall and tucked the covers around her. For a long time, they stared into each other's eyes. She put his hand on her breast and let him stroke it while they gazed at each other. There were no words required, for their eyes said it all. They were in love. Marcus allowed his feelings for his twin sister to come forth in a rush of relief. He was already thinking of ways for them to be able to be together when they went off to college and eventually when they moved away from home; for he knew that when they left, they would leave together. He wanted them to be a couple, but knew it could not happen. Not now, anyway. But he would take whatever steps were necessary to ensure that it would. Mina was his true love; his only love and he would be with her one way or another.

They started kissing. It was unhurried and sensual, romantic and sweet. They enjoyed each other's mouths and touched one another's bodies as if they had never touched before. Marcus rolled Mina on top of him and folded his arms behind his head.

"I want to ask you a question," she said.

"What do you want to ask me, sexy?"

Mina straddled him and fingered her hair. "Do you have a fantasy, Marcus?"

He shrugged. "Well, I'm acting it out, so to speak."

"No, you dummy. I mean, do you have a specific fantasy?"

"Like what? Be specific."

"Like, if there was one thing you could do that you're not able to, what would it be?"

Marcus pursed his lips and thought about it. After a few minutes, he reached up to caress Mina's face. "I want to watch you," he said.

Mina cocked her head to one side. "Watch me do what?"

"Anything. Everything. It doesn't matter."

"Like when you recorded me that day in those stockings?"

"Well, not quite...though that was such a good day." He found a pair of Marin's seamed stockings and stilettos and asked Mina to model them for him. She allowed him to videotape her walking around his room and he had watched it regularly since.

"What do you mean?"

"I used to watch you take baths," he said. "I used to watch you move around your room. I did it in secret. I used to watch you sleep sometimes. I wish...I wish I could watch you all the time, Mina. I mean, you're preparing to leave for Penn State and I'm interning at Dad's firm, and we're just busy. I don't get to see you as much as I want to."

"You mean, just watch me do nothing?"

"I don't care what you do. You could sit and read a book and I'd be happy with it. I can't do it when we're in front of Mom and Dad because...well, you know why. Mom doesn't want me looking at you too hard because she thinks I'm staring at your tits or your ass. She doesn't understand that all I want is to look at you. I know now that I am a voyeur," Marcus said. "I didn't realize it until it occurred to me that no matter how many times we make love, I still want to look at you. I could watch you do your homework, listen to music, dress, undress, brush your hair, put on makeup...I don't care what you do. I just want to watch you." 

Mina stretched out on top of her brother before sliding off of him and pressing a knee against his thigh. "I think I can make that happen."

He rubbed her thigh. "You can?"

She shrugged. "It's not difficult. I can set up a camera in my room and let it record."

"I don't want you to pose or anything like that, Mina. I want it to be natural."

"I know. I can do that for you, Marcus. It's very simple."

"I'll protect the videos with my life, Mina. No one will ever see them but me, I promise."

"I'm not worried about that," she said. "I know you will."

She rubbed her nose against his and kissed his lips. "What did Mom want?"

"To find out why I've been so irritated."

"What did you tell her?"

He laughed. "I told her that I was having an issue with a girl not giving me what I wanted."

Mina couldn't help but laugh. "Well, it's the truth."

"She actually thought I would tell her specifics, until she realized what she was asking and who she was asking it of."

Mina laughed again. "If she only knew."

"She'd have a heart attack if she knew that the girl I was trying to get it from was her daughter."

"You want to get anything else tonight?"

He slipped a hand between her legs and cupped her crotch. "I want to get this," he said.

Mina stroked his face. "Go ahead."

Marcus moved out of the way and she lay on her back. He looked into her eyes and removed her panties. Mina met his gaze and spread her legs.

"I'm ready."

Marcus lowered his head and buried his face between her thighs, inhaling her scent while teasing and poking her clit with his lips and tongue. Mina moaned and grabbed the pillow as he parted her lips and started licking her pussy. She gyrated against his mouth and slipped her fingers between her legs.

"Part those lips, baby. Spread for me."

"Mmmn," Mina moaned, veeing her lips to give him access. Marcus kissed her clitoris and then slipped his tongue inside her, rolling and wiggling it, making her shudder. Mina moaned again and encouraged him in a throaty voice.

"Lick me, Marcus...damn it, lick me, lick it like you've never had it before."

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling his dick stretch his sweats. She was so juicy, so sweet and she overflowed and came all over his face. Marcus sucked on her until he was certain that he had licked up all of her come and then rubbed his face in her pussy to ensure that he had every last drop. He raised his head and looked at his sister, licking his lips. She met his eyes, trembling at the wetness on his lips and cheeks. Mina sighed. She was so horny for her brother that head wasn't going to be enough.

"Marcus, please. Please."

"What do you want me to do, baby sister?"

"I want you inside of me. I want that hard dick up in me, and I want it all the way. I want to feel your balls smashing against my pussy every time you thrust. It's been too long and I promise I won't keep it from you anymore."

Marcus pulled off his sweatpants and tossed them on the floor. Mina fingered her breasts and spread her legs wide, her pussy shiny with come and Marcus' saliva. Marcus stroked his dick and thumbed her clitoris.

"We don't need any lubricant, do we?" he said, moving between her thighs.

"No," she said. "I feel like a running faucet." She reached under her thighs and spread her lips again.

Marcus smiled at her. "I love it when you help me." He slipped inside of her, pushing until his balls were tight against her lips.

Mina pulled him down by his cheeks and kissed him.

"I've been meaning to ask," she said as she adjusted to his size, "how big is your dick?"

He planted his hands on either side of her and wiggled his hips before kissing her nose. "Nine inches, and you're taking every bit of it, sweet girl. You can handle your brother's cock."

"Come to me," she said.

They stared at each other as Marcus moved slowly back and forth, in and out, side to side and deeper. He balanced low enough so that they could kiss and Mina met him thrust for thrust, locking her legs around his waist. Her hair was still wet from the shower and it mixed with the moisture of their exertions and excretions, dampening Marcus' sheets. Mina began to cry out with each stroke and started fingering her clit. Marcus grunted along with her, increasing his thrusts until there was nothing but the clap-clap! of the bed against the wall. Mina cupped his cheeks and stared into his eyes, which were dark with passion.

"Fuck me, Marcus. Harder, baby, please."

"Turn your fine ass over, then," he instructed, pulling out. Mina rolled over on her stomach and Marcus slapped her ass with both hands until it turned pink and she winced. He grabbed a pillow and slipped it under her belly and she adjusted it until it was comfortable.

"You don't want me on all fours?"

"Not tonight," he said. "This way, it's going to be tight. And hard, just the way my baby sister likes it."

"Oh shit," she moaned.

He pushed her thighs together and secured them with his knees. Marcus stroked his dick again, spitting on it and then stretched out on top of her. He parted her cheeks and slipped inside her. Mina groaned into the pillow and balled her fists into the sheets. Marcus slipped his arms under hers and linked her fingers with his, kissing the side of her face. 

"Tight enough for you, baby?"

"Oooh," she said. "Yes. I like this."

Marcus squeezed their fingers as he thrust into Mina's snug little twat, trying to keep his sanity. This position made her unbelievably tight, and it made it feel as if he were taking her virginity once more. What he loved was her ability to handle his size and she took it with delightful groans and the occasional grunt. He loved the feel of his sister's soft hot body against his own. Their relationship at once made no sense and perfect sense.

"Marcus, tell me how I feel..."

"So tight, Mina, so hot...your pussy is so...fucking...hot..."

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes..."

"I love fucking you, baby sis...I love the way you feel. It's so good; this is so good..."

"It's so good, Marcus. Harder," she moaned. "Harder, baby."

Marcus closed his eyes and obliged, rising ever so slightly so that he could see Mina's ass jiggle with every thrust. "Shit," he said, doing everything in his power to keep from coming. He was getting much better at controlling himself; for it was important that Mina come first. He wasn't about to be selfish when he knew he was her first...and only...lover. He had to make sure it was always good for her, even if he didn't come. "Mina, baby...shit...oh shit...oh fuck..."

"Marcus!" she moaned and started to keen. She was so slick and his thrusts so hard; no wonder her girlfriends liked sex so much. She had no means of comparison, for she had never been with another boy, but her brother knew how to make her come and that it was all that mattered. She was about to climax and she needed just a little bit more...

"Yes, yes..." Mina moaned again. "Marcus, I'm about to come...please...please..." She didn't know what she needed to push her over the edge, but she knew that he did.

Marcus instinctively grabbed a handful of Mina's hair and yanked her head back. 

Immediately, Mina screamed into the pillow and climaxed hard enough to squirt all over his bed. The cascade of warm pussy juice drenched Marcus' balls and cock and he exploded; shooting hot semen deep inside of her. They came simultaneously; bodies locked together in an unsteady dance of pleasure. They were so close; it was like they were back in their mother's womb.




Say Jesus and Come to Me



"Marcus!" she said, trembling. "Marcus...Jesus!" 

"Mina," Marcus breathed, kissing the side of her face. "Mina...Mina...I love you so much..."



fin



Say My Name



(author's note: it has been at least 15 years since the drinking age in the midwest was 19)

My cousin, Joshua Phillip. Aka JP. The golden boy of the family. Everyone thought he was perfect, including me. "Joshua Phillip!" his mom would say when she was really angry with him. I called him "Joshua Phillip" a few times, and I think he liked it.

The first time I really noticed JP, he was 12 and I was 11. The whole family was at Grandma's house. Dad & Mom, our family, Dad's five brothers and their families; We were all at Grandma's to help her pack. She was finally selling her house and had decided to move to the Midwest to be with Dad & Mom. It was always fun visiting Grandma in California and this trip was no different. Running around the big backyard, hollering and fighting, all of us cousins trying to stay out the way, not wanting to help with the packing and cleaning.

It was pretty dark when we all decided to head in. The sun had already gone over the horizon, and the moon had not come up yet. I was quiet going into the house. JP and I had been cutting each other down all afternoon, and he had gotten the best of me. There were 10 cousins in all and we all tried to squeeze onto the twin bed that doubled as a couch in the TV room. Insults were flying, and there was a loud argument about which TV show we would watch. I managed to get into my favorite spot, the far corner of the bed, my back up against the wall. JP shoved his sister out of the way to sit by me, and started poking me in the side. 

"Knock it off, JP," I grumbled. "I'm done playin." 

Poke. "Awww, come on, Annie-girl," he breathed. "You know ya like it."

Shove. "I said KNOCK IT OFF," I threatened. 

"Alright," JP groaned. He leaned in closer and kissed me. "You're looking good, Annie-girl."

Even in the darkness, I could feel my face turn 5 shades of red. I mean, he had ~kissed~ me! My glorious, blond, blue-eyed, oh-so-handsome cousin had kissed me. 

I continued to think about that kiss. I thought about it on the flight home. (Dad drove the rental truck with all of Grandma's stuff.) I thought about it the following year when JP and his family had their summer vacation with us. I was still thinking about that kiss when I finally moved to California 8 years later.

Once I found an apartment and had gotten settled, I started calling the family. 

"Hey, guess what? Yeah, I finally made it!" I quickly got in touch with everyone, and Uncle Doug, JP's dad, said we could use his house for a family party. 

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. You just gotta love California weather. It was sunny and beautiful, just a few clouds, and the temperature was in the mid 80's.

Uncle Doug's house was bursting with people. Cousins, aunts and uncles I hadn't seen in years. It was great to be with family again. 

There was a commotion at the front door. "Oh yeah! JP's home!" his sister shouted. JP was coming home for the weekend, visiting from UC Davis. 

He walked into the room, and I felt all the air leave my lungs. I was sure everyone heard me sigh. JP, all tan and blond, bright blue eyes shining, muscles rippling, self-assured and confident, strode across the room and picked me up in a big bear hug, swinging me around and around. 

"You're looking good, Annie-girl," he breathed into my ear. And he kissed me. This time, I managed not to blush.

"Put me down, you…you….dumbass!" I tried hard to sound mad.

"Annie-girl, you are SO midwestern!" he laughed. "And you STILL can't come up with a good put-down." 

The party was great. Reminiscing with family, good food, lots of laughs. It was about 1 am when I decided it was time to go home.

"Who wants to come see my new apartment?" I wanted to share my new life with whoever wanted to see it. 

"Yeah, I'll go!" said Lauren.

"Me too," Micki agreed.

"I guess I'll tag along, and keep you girls out of trouble," JP announced.

Lauren and Micki's parents had something to say about that. 

"No, you girls can't go. We are going home ourselves, and you have to come with us."

"Awww, Dad, do we HAVE to?" The girls started to pout.

"I can bring them home, Uncle Eric," I volunteered. "Your house isn't that far from my apartment." 

"No, but thanks anyway, Annie," Uncle Eric said. "Maybe some other time." 

"Ok," I agreed, disappointed.

We all said our goodnites, and I told JP that he didn't have to tag along now.

"There isn't going to be anyone getting into trouble, so you don't need to go," I said.

"Oh? We'll see about that," he smirked.

I heard Aunt Lisa mumble, "That's why you girls aren't going," as she walked out the door. I hugged Uncle Eric, made him promise to bring the girls over, and then gave Uncle Doug a big kiss and thanked him for having the party.

"Well, if you're ready, let's go, JP," I said, and I walked to my car.

We drove to my apartment in absolute quiet. I was too busy concentrating on driving, and JP did not seem to be in the mood to talk anyway. 

We pulled into the parking lot. JP was looking around, nodding his head. 

"So, it meets your standards?" I asked.

"Lookin' good, Annie-girl, lookin' good," he replied. 

By now we had made it up the stairs, and I opened the door to my apartment. "It's a great place, nice and roomy… they have a gym center down the way over there…" I was rambling, but couldn't help myself. 

JP grinned at me, and walked through the apartment. "Nice place, Annie." He sat down on the couch. "Whatcha got to drink?" he asked. 

"Mountain Dew and Diet Dr. Pepper. Pick one." He laughed, "What, no beer?"

"Oh, yeah right. It's not like back home, where I was legal. I have to wait another 2 freakin' years," I complained.

"Yeah, you midwesterners have it made, bein able to drink at 19." 

I got him a soda from the refrigerator, and sat down next to him on the couch. He took the can, and when our fingers touched, it was like an electrical bolt shot through me. My eyes grew wide, and I gasped. JP said, "Oh, so you finally felt that? Sure takes you a while. I've been feeling that since we were kids."

My heart was racing and I felt like I couldn't breathe. He had been feeling that jolt for years? Where the hell had I been? Damn. We sat there, letting the silence build around us. I just looked at him, with his head leaning back on the couch; his eyes barely open, breathing short and shallow.

I leaned forward, and whispered. "Joshua Phillip, what are you thinking?" 

He let out a groan, and said quietly, "I love it when you call me by my full name."

"Joshua Phillip? You like that? Hmmm," I replied. "Joshua Phillip," I murmured over and over, leaning in closer, until my face was inches from his. I ran my fingers down the side of his face, and continued to whisper his name. Suddenly, he grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me onto his lap. 

"Annie-girl, if you keep that up, I'm going to kiss you. And if I do, I'm not going to stop," he said, stroking my long reddish-brown hair. He looked into my brown eyes and asked, "Do you want me to?" 

I whispered, "Yes, Joshua Phillip, whatever you want."

Before I knew it, he was kissing me. Long, and deep. My lips slowly parted, and our tongues found each other. Gently probing, touching the inside of his mouth, feeling the bumps and ridges. I let my tongue glide over his teeth, finding his tongue, and teasing it into my mouth. I softly grabbed his tongue with my teeth and gently pulled on it, sucking his tongue farther into my mouth. Stroking the underside of his tongue with mine, I felt and heard him moaning. Breaking the kiss, I sat there and stared at my handsome cousin.

"Oh, Annie-girl…where did you learn to do that?" he groaned.

I giggled. "You'd be surprised what us midwesterners learn in the middle of a long cold winter."

I could feel him squirming around underneath me. "Tryin' to get comfy?" I asked. JP laughed, "Sorta. Kiss me again." It was more of a command than a request, but I wasn't going to disappoint him. As our kiss became longer, I could feel his cock growing harder. Quickly I moved to straddle his lap, my legs outside of his, my face inches from him. I sat back on my heels, and began to unbutton his shirt. I leaned in close, breathing deeply, committing to memory the wonderful smell he had. Stetson cologne and a light sheen of sweat combined to create the most incredible scent I had ever experienced.

I started to gently kiss all over his throat, pressing my nose lightly into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. I was still unbuttoning his shirt, and my mouth followed the same trail my fingers did. Tiny trails of kisses, stopping at his left nipple, which I took into my mouth and gently sucked. JP groaned and squirmed more on the couch. His hands caressed the back of my head. I kissed my way over to his right nipple and did the same. "Annie-girl," JP moaned. "You are killin' me here."

I raised my head, and grinned. I slid off his lap, down to the floor, and moved his legs apart so I could get between them. Undid the buttons on his jeans, and opened the fly so I could get my hand in there. "Well, there's something to write home about," I joked, as I closed my hand around his rock hard cock. "Lift your hips. I wanna get these pants outta the way," I said. JP obliged, and soon his pants were down around his ankles. 

"You have the most incredible cock I have ever seen. It's almost beautiful," I said. And it was – 8 inches long, mushroom-shaped head, wonderfully defined. It was at least 3 inches across, and the tip was the most intense shade of purple. "And if you like the way I say your name, you are gonna love this," I told him.

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. There was a small amount of pre-cum leaking, and it was very tasty. Salty, with a hint of sweetness. "You've been eating honey, haven't ya…" Gently taking him into my mouth, I licked the underside and felt the long vein running down the length. Following the vein with my lips, I soon found my nose being tickled by his pubic hairs. I started a gentle motion, licking down, sucking back up. JP's hands were tangled in my long hair, and he was pushing and pulling with my motions. I stopped at the head, and gave it kisses and licks. Then I started saying his name: "Joshua" and my tongue was riding over the top of his cock, the underside of my tongue stroking down his length. "Phillip" and my tongue went underneath his cock, licking down that glorious vein, and giving a little flick to head as I came back up on the last "p" sound. Over and over I performed my little trick, looking up at JP to see how he would react. He was looking down at me, breathing through his mouth, almost panting. Our eyes met, and the look in his eyes made me want to suck him harder. I went down, deep-throating him, taking all of his hard cock, tasting the pre-cum welling out faster. He was moaning, and his hands were pushing the back of my head towards him. Breathing through my nose, I started sucking with the back of my throat, and my tongue danced around his cock. "Oh gawd, Annie-girl, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

That was the signal I was waiting for. I slowly brought my head back up his cock, and settled into a good suck near the head. I brought my left hand up, palmed his balls, and put the base of his cock between my first and middle fingers. The rhythm of my sucking matched the gentle squeezing of my fingers on the base of his cock. This in turn made my palm squeeze and release his balls in the same rhythm. JP was rolling his head from side to side, moaning and groaning. His hands were still pressing on the back of my head, and his hips were beginning to thrust upwards. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, JP's legs went rigid, and he thrust himself forward as far as he could. His cock was spurting down my throat, hot shot after hot shot. He came, and came, and came. I tried to swallow it all, but he was cumming hard and fast, and I couldn't keep up.

"Oh yeah Annie-girl, swallow it all," he pleaded. 

Once I got his spunk under control, I was able to start licking his cock clean. Massaging the last of his cum out with my tongue, I kissed the tip, and sat back on my heels. 

Grinning like a fool, JP sat there, exhausted. "Oh wow. That was incredible, Annie-girl."

"JP, I am almost 20 years old. When are you going to quit calling me 'Annie-girl'?"

"Never. And you are always going to call me Joshua Phillip."

JP and I shared a few other weekends, but he soon was caught up in college life, and I had a full-time job. We would see each other at family reunions, but JP soon stopped coming to them.

The last time we saw each other was at his sister's wedding a few years ago. My husband and children finally got to meet JP, and I got a chance to meet one of his girlfriends.

As we were leaving, he gave me a big hug, and said, "Lookin' good, Annie-girl."

"When are you going to settle down, JP, and get married?" I asked. 

"When I can find a girl that can say my name right," he replied.



Say My Name



Sounds of laughter and champagne glasses clinking together mingled with the ocean breeze. Nynia looked around at all the expensive designer suits and tried to breath through the thick haze of expensive cologne that did little to hide the true stench of the people. She watched as her friend Micah walked up to her, the main reason why she was at the party anyway. They were both beautiful women, but that's were the similarities ended. While Micah was day, Nynia was night with cocoa brown skin and eyes to match. She was an easy 5'6'' with curves in the right places. Her 36 C breasts were a great asset and not to mention she had a great ass to match. 

"What are you doing over by yourself?" Micah asked, "Why aren't you mingling around with all the other men it's not as if you aren't the sexiest thing at this party!"

Nynia had to agree to that, but it didn't help that she was virtually the only black woman at her friends' engagement party and the men were busy being distracted by pencil thin white women. Nynia smiled at her friend, "Micah I would mingle, but I don't think these boys can handle what I can give them considering it has been a good 3 months since I've had any. I'm liable to attack!" 

They both laughed, but in reality Nynia was tired of the same men coming up to her and ogling her from head to toe and expecting her to lay on her back underneath them for 5 minutes of unsatisfying sex. She watched as her friends' fiancée walked over to Micah and kissed her. Now that's what I want, Nynia thought to herself, Why can't a man look at me with love and adoration in their eyes? 

"I'm going to go enjoy the view while you two make puppy eyes at each other." Nynia said to them as they laughed she tried to tell herself that she was happy for her friend, but in reality she wanted for her friend had, she was tired of being lonely. 

Nick Brooks observed the crowd with the same enthusiasm as a trip to the dentist. He hated the parties were the women only saw him as a dollar sign; he gazed over at his friend Kevin. Thank God he got a beautiful woman that's interested in more than his checkbook, he thought to himself. She was a beauty no doubt with honey blond hair to the middle of her back and gold green eyes, but to him she was just average. He was looking for a change and it wouldn't be hard considering he was every ladies dream. He was 6'6'' purely muscle thanks to working on the family farm. He had thick blond hair and blue-gray eyes along with dimples to make even an old lady wish she were younger. It didn't help that his father was pressuring him into finding a woman and "making him some grandbabies before he hit the dirt." Then he saw her, the most beautiful woman standing at the balcony looking at the horizon. The emerald dress barely reached her knees, but blended perfectly with her cocoa brown skin. Dark curls fell just a little below her shoulders, he thought about what it would feel like to run his hands through those curls while he pounded into her curvy ass from the back. Just thinking about it made his mouth water for a taste. Hell what's the point in wondering when I can know the real deal, he thought as he walked over to the woman.

Nynia was enjoying the cool breeze against her chocolate skin when she felt someone coming up behind her. 

"Enjoying the view?" a deep voice laced with a southern accent worked its way down her spine. She answered back a breathless "Yes. It's beautiful isn't it?"

"It certainly is beautiful...the view that is.", there was a smile in his voice whoever it was. Nynia turned around prepared to give this self-centered man an earful, but then her breath caught in her throat when she turned around and saw the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Of course the same surprise was reflected in his eyes as he gazed down at her with open admiration. He gazed down at her with his laughing blue-gray eyes with a look that said he hadn't eaten in about two weeks and he wanted a taste of her now. Nynia tried to speak, but she seemed to have lost the ability to speak at all. Her friend Micah saved her as she came up to the two of them. 

"Hey Nick I see you've met my gorgeous friend Nynia, and Nynia I see you've met Kevin's ugly friend Nick." Micah said sweetly. Nick threw his head back and laughed, a deep rumble of thunder that made her wet in places she thought had checked out for vacation. Not to mention the dimples in his cheek made her knees. Micah shoved Nynia a little and whispered to Nynia "You might want to close your mouth sweetie before you salivate all over the floor." 

Nynia glanced around to see if anyone besides Micah saw her expression, but of course the sexy cowboy in front of her saw her expression. As Micah and her fiancée walked away Nick began to walk up to Nynia. Nynia noticed he had a lazy, sexual walk that promised pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. He leaned into her and she smelled raw power, and sex radiating off his muscular body. The suit did nothing to hide the fact that he was pure animal in bed. She got even wetter and her nipples hardened beneath her dress.

Nick noticed her arousal, hell he smelled it and damn he wanted a taste now, he didn't care if they were at a party with dozens of witnesses. Just seeing how she reacted to him made his cock jump up in his pants and considering his size it was evident how he felt about her. He saw that she noticed his cock by the way her eyes widened. He got close to her and took her earlobe into his mouth giving her a little taste of ecstasy. She gasped making him even harder and making his body hunger for her even more.

"Nice to meet you Nynia", he whispered into her ear, "And don't forget my name anytime soon sweetheart cause one night you might be screaming it."



Say My Name



The door slides quietly shut behind me and I pause, leaning my shoulders against the heavy oak to silently watch as your struggles come to an abrupt halt, your eyes widening. I savour the moment, luxuriating in the many shifts in your expression from angry indignation to pure, unadulterated lust. I smile slowly and walk lazily toward the bed. 

You are, of course, more or less how I left you. Naked and sat in the centre of your large bed, your back against the wooden headboard, long arms stretched wide and wrists securely tied to its heavy, ornate posts. There are some changes, however. The once crisp sheets are mounded and drape to the floor, no doubt a result of your spirited and somewhat loud attempts to free yourself. Your skin is flushed and glistens damply from your exertions and your once smooth hair is in spiked disarray. The habitually arrogant expression which had slipped from your face as I left the room is slowly edging back as you show your approval of my new attire, a single eyebrow raised in an unspoken compliment. I turn slowly to let you fully appreciate the changes I have made to my own person. 

I am dressed almost entirely in white, a soft transparent fabric that clings to every curve and contrasts beautifully with the olive of my skin and my long dark hair. A wide sleeved, wide necked peasant style blouse exposes my throat and shoulders and the laces which decorate its front barely conceal the deep shadow between my breasts. My skirt is long and falls in layers almost to the floor. I gather its soft material in one hand, slowly raising the hem to reveal thigh high brown leather boots and turn once more, showing the laces which run along the back. A wide belt of the same leather clinches the billowing fabric at my waist, emphasizing my curves and pulling the fabric against my skin.

You start to speak; I turn, lightly pressing a finger to my mouth, compelling your silence. My hands move to my belt, releasing the heavy buckle and letting it drop to the floor with a thud. The skirt falls next, a cloud of frothy white at my feet. My blouse is long so that only scant inch of tanned flesh is visible between its flowing hem and the tops of my boots. I let my hands drift here for a moment, smoothing the fabric against my skin before lifting it slightly to tease you with a glimpse of my naked thighs. You surge forward but your bonds are strong and after a moments struggle you subside. 

When you're still once more my hands move to the laces of my blouse. I arch my back, my erect nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Slowly, so slowly, I draw the laces from their loops so that the blouse falls apart, revealing the inner curves of my breasts, my flat stomach and white silk briefs. Your cock twitches reflexively and your eyes beg me to sweep the blouse aside but I have my own plans.

Keeping my briefs on, I climb onto the bed. Moving upwards on my hands and knees between your spread thighs. Letting the tip of my hair trail along your legs, leaving you aching for a more firm touch. My head draws level with your sex and I see your hips rise expectantly. I lean forward so that my hair falls like a curtain, pooling on your stomach, hiding your cock and my mouth from view. Your hips are moving, eager to feel the first touch of my lips. I come close enough to let you feel my breath against your skin, close enough for me to smell the hot, salty scent of your arousal then move away, smiling to myself as you try to follow me with your hips. 

I lie facing you between your knees, my own knees parted slightly. Your frustration is almost palpable but your expression is avid and follows every move of my hands as I trace a slow, swirling line from the base of my throat to the edge of my briefs, flattening my hands against my skin and moving under the open edges of my blouse. Spreading my fingers, I let my hands draw the material apart, caressing the skin of my stomach and moving inexorably upwards to cup my breasts. I lift them slightly, pressing them together a little before using my nails to gently score intricate patterns across my dark areolas, the action causing goose bumps to spread across my skin and my nipples to tighten even further. I devour your expression as I pinch my nipples, tugging them ever so slightly. I repeat this action, watching your mouth, your tongue flicks out to wet your dry lips. Your own eyes darting back and forth from my hands, my breasts, and back to my eyes.

My hands abandon my breasts, sweeping downwards once more to the juncture of my thighs. I part them wider and wider until my skin is touching yours. You groan a little but whether from the heat of my skin or the exposed view, I do not know. 

Bringing my hands back up my thighs I let a single finger trace the outline of my briefs, just dipping below the elastic before drawing a line along my hot, pulsing centre, pushing the fabric against my pussy so that it moulds against my swollen lips. Gently, oh so gently, I circle my clit which leaps at my touch. My head falls back and my hair is once more trailing across your skin as I tease my self with my touch, my hips gyrating into my hand. It is not enough. I pause for a moment to regain my control and to gauge the effect my display is having upon you. Your eyes are glued to my fingers pressed into my moist cleft and the muscles across your chest and arms are straining towards me. Your cock is hard and moving slightly against your stomach, the tip beaded with moisture. The time for slow seduction is quickly ebbing away.

I lie back and raising my legs scoop my thumbs into the edges of my briefs and whisk them away. Quickly I sit up and you have only a moment to appreciate my newly naked pussy, framed only by the edges of my blouse and the leather of my thigh boots before my fingers obscure your view. Both hands now, one teasing and circling the hard jut of my clit whilst the other dips in to my pussy, coating the moisture that is pooling there across my fingers and naked lips. 

I shift position, moving forward on the bed so that you can feel the wet heat of my sex against the base of your cock. Your groans become suddenly loud and frequent and your hips strain towards me. I raise myself till my knees are straddling you and slide my pussy along the length of your cock, enjoying your desperate attempts to push into me, lifting myself at the last moment to frustrate those attempts. 

I stand on the bed, my own arousal and my heels against the softness of the mattress making me sway a little. I want to tease you with the view, but my own needs are too demanding. I move myself towards your mouth and you gladly meet me half way. The scent of sex, mingled with cinnamon oil fills your senses with a fresh surge of desire. The tip of your tongue slides onto the smooth skin of my pussy, zeroing in on my clit and alternating between slow, soft circles and flicking at the very tip. My hands entangle themselves in your hair, partly to keep my balance but mainly to hold you in place as I push my pelvis towards your face. I feel the vibrations of your groan against my pussy and begin to tremble, tension building from my legs and centring on my groin. Sensing that I am close to capture; you take my clit gently between your teeth and lash the very tip with your tongue. It is too much. Clutching now at your hair, I push myself hard against your mouth and scream your name as I climax. 

Waves of sensation pushing through every part of my body I hold you tightly as my back arches fiercely, the intense pleasure causing my nipples to tighten almost to the point of pain. My legs can no longer hold me upright and I slide down your body, knees falling either side of your hips, my hands still holding your hair, the trembling spasms of my body gradually easing, becoming further and further apart until I once more gain control of my senses. 

I raise my head and gently kiss you, using my hold on your hair to prevent you leaning into the kiss, taking my time licking at your mouth and face where my own scent lies thick and sweet. I tip your head back slightly so that I can kiss and bite along the edge of your jaw and down the sides of your throat, easing myself down your body so that my sex is brushing the tip of your cock. You jerk violently at the first touch and raise your hips towards me, trying to thrust your way inside, but I want to play with you for a while longer. 

Slipping over the tip of you, I lower my sex onto the front of your cock, rocking myself onto you, covering you with my juices. The ridge of you presses against my sensitive clit and I begin to tremble again and my impatience quickly rises to meet your own. I reach down between our bodies and smooth my hand from the base to the tip of your cock, enjoying our shared wetness before sliding once more to the base, holding you in position as I lower my pussy, ever so slightly, onto your waiting hardness. Just a single inch inside, I then pull back and slip the hot, wet dome of you over my clit again. I repeat this movement; letting you penetrate me just enough to gather my heat and moisture before letting you slip out, using you to selfishly pleasure myself. Each time you try to thrust further forward and each time my hand at the base of your cock prevents this until your hips are raised entirely from the bed and you're growling at me to fuck you.

Trying to control my breathing, I cry out "say my name, SAY MY NAME ". You oblige beautifully, your voice shaking with need and frustration.

My own desires overcome my need to play and I quickly withdraw my hand and sink onto your cock in one fluid glide of motion. My backside is pressed against you and I arch my back, enjoying the feel of you hard and hot against the deepest recesses of my womb, the position increasing the degree of penetration and also preventing you from thrusting again. Your arms pull hard against your bonds and your eyes plead with me to move but I am enjoying myself far too much. Holding you pinned inside me I let my hands stray once more to my pussy, spreading myself around you and letting my fingers trace where we are joined. I let my inner muscles tense and relax as I stroke myself slowly, lazily, my previous climax having taken the urgent edge off of my desire. I grind my hips against you, trying to make you groan once more and you oblige oh so beautifully. 

When I think that you can no longer stand the pressure, I lean forward; my booted legs pressed taught against your own, my breasts pressed against your chest and my arms around your neck as I raise myself high before impaling myself on you. I increase the pace, slamming myself against you, fucking you fast and hard and deep. I kiss you once before allowing my mouth to roam over your jaw and neck and shoulders, kissing and biting, my nails digging into the skin of your back. You are surging towards me, thrusting as hard as you can from your seated position, fucking me back, your mouth trying to reach any part of me as I thrash upon you. 

I bring my mouth to yours and after a hard kiss I bite your lip, hard enough to draw blood and as you start in surprise, you feel my pussy begin to spasm around you, watch as my back arches once more and my body shakes with the force of my climax. Screaming your name as you continue thrusting against me, fucking me from below even as my body starts to calm and slump in reaction. I raise my hips and let your still thrusting cock slip from my body. I move away as you let out a roar of disapproval.

Your anger is soon abated as I move my mouth to your cock. With the tip of my tongue, I swirl around the head of your cock, enjoying the mingled taste of my own juices and your own salty pre-cum, following the trail of taste down to the base of you before flattening my tongue and licking my way back to your glands. Holding you tight, I look into your eyes as I lick the fingers of my hand, wetting them thoroughly before sliding them over your perineum and to the cleft of the arse. My tongue returns to your shaft and as I trace every ridge and vein, my fingers edge their way between your cheeks. As I suck you hard into the depths of my mouth, my fingers pierce you, slipping past your resistance to arch upwards and press against your own g-spot, drawing gentle circles which have you trembling and lifting towards me. Keeping up this pressure, I let my mouth move back to the base of you, leaving copious moisture in its wake, my tongue licking over your tautly swollen balls, sucking one into my mouth and rolling it along my tongue. 

I release you and move upwards, my tongue following the swollen veins. Coating you in saliva, making you slick. I press my breasts against and around you. Snaking my tongue as I push my head forward as far as I can, feeling you press into my throat. I swallow hard and then force the tense muscles to relax so that you fuck the length of my throat. My tongue continues to sweep across you and my fingers maintain their pressure as I sense you speeding towards your own climax, your body tensing, your jaws tightly clamped and your back and neck arched as far as your restraints will allow.

I increase the pressure and you moan, thrusting hard against my throat where I swallow against you, the rhythmic pressure squeezing and releasing until you explode deep in my throat. The thick, hot, salty cum hits me hard and I edge backward slightly and let it bathe my tongue, inner cheeks and throat, tears of pleasure streaming down my face. Your spasms grow less fierce and less frequent and I continue to lick and massage you, draining your cock of every last drop of cum and sucking you clean until you are finally still. I rest my head in your lap and relish the relaxation of your muscles and your gradually slowing breath. When you speak, I can feel the vibrations of it against my face.

Quietly you whisper "so are we even now?" Brushing my cheek over your thigh, I smile to myself and lightly lick the tip of your cock, "not quite yet sweetheart, not quite yet. "



Say My Name



"You never tell me you love me. You've never said, 'I love you'. Not once."

"But you know I do," protested Danny.

"Do what? What do I know?"

"Come on. Don't be like that."

"See, you can't even say it now. I'm practically begging you to say it and you won't."

"Why does it matter so much..."

"I've had enough. I'm going to bed. I have to be at the office by 7. Brett has an early patient."

Cait worked for Brett Harris, a young dentist just a few years older than herself. It was just the two of them in the office. She was the only employee that he could afford to pay with a new practice. She did front office work and assisting. A hygienist came in a couple days a week when needed. The patient load was, unfortunately, small and they had a lot of free time between appointments.

The dental office was on the second floor of an old Victorian mansion near the small downtown. They had taken to sunning on the large second floor balcony off of Brett's office between appointments, Brett in shorts and Cait in a fairly modest bikini as bikinis go. They talked a lot and joked with one another, but no "funny stuff". They sometimes talked as friends about her relationship with Danny who she had lived with for the past two years. Brett never tried to talk her into anything. But he was there, sympathetic and attentive.

She didn't hide any of this from Danny. He knew about the sunbathing and everything else. He had met Brett, who he had described as a nice enough, non-threatening sort of guy—a dentist, fercrissakes, he would say dismissively.

Danny was an adventurer of sorts. He flew airplanes, backpacked, rode motorcycles, sailed. But he wasn't really inattentive to Cait. They did lots of things together. Mostly, he modified the adventurous things he did to suit her. She rode on the back of his street bikes, but she rode her own dirt bike when they went trail riding. She joined him on flying trips. She sometimes sailed with him, but tended to get seasick while still on the dock. Most of the time, she was not just a passenger, but a participant. 

"You guys are always doing stuff he wants to do. Don't you ever do something you want to do?" asked Brett one afternoon.

"Well, sure. We belong to a flying club and a yacht club. We both enjoy a lot of the social side of those sports."

"Whadda you mean? He was away all last weekend with some motorcycle thing."

"That's the Checkers Motorcycle Club. He's been racing with them since he was a kid. I can't do something like that. He gets his buddies to crew for him, and would just be in the way. They're racing. I'm OK with that."

She wasn't really being defensive; she didn't have to be with Brett. Danny wasn't always off doing things by himself or with the guys and neglecting her. She was relatively passive in her own interests so it wasn't really a bad thing that they did mostly things that interested him, because she was interested in them too—at least enough to tag along.

She had always been that way. Her early boyfriends in school were football players and surfers. She enjoyed being part of the football scene without having to be involved in sports or cheerleading herself; it didn't really interest her. 

She was the same with her surfer boyfriends. They would be on their boards while she would lay on the beach sunning herself awaiting their return. This was how she was and it was not really a point of contention in their relationship. 

"It works for us, Brett. Danny goes with me to an occasional chick flick without complaint, and he's always up for family get-togethers with his family or mine. He treats me really good, Brett..." she said, then looked away.

"What?" They worked closely enough every day that Brett could read her moods pretty well and the mood changed.

"It's just...well, you know...he won't marry me."

"You ever wonder why?"

"I wonder all the time. I know what he says, but...oh shit. That's Mr. Peterson in the waiting room. We gotta get moving!"

"You'd give him a heart attack in that bikini," Brett laughed grabbing his clothes while Cait jumped in the private bathroom to change.

After the "I Love You" argument of the night before, things were a little quiet between Cait and Danny when she got home. Their spirits picked up a little when they started packing for the weekend trail ride in Jawbone Canyon. She loved these outings, and she was looking forward to good friends, great weather, and clean desert air.

They arrived late Friday night, and had little time to really socialize as everyone was busy setting up camp. Very early next morning started as usual with the men enjoying a testosterone-fueled competitive trail ride, while the women got a big breakfast ready.

Over breakfast, Tina, one of the woman in the group, had a little announcement. "Mark and I are getting married!" Tina and Mark had been living together as long as Danny and Cait had been together. Cait was happy for her, but it was like salt in a wound that had been festering for years between her and Danny. 

Cait watched Tina and Mark the rest of the weekend. She was sure she detected a slight difference in the way they related to one another. They were no longer just girlfriend and boyfriend. They were fiances. They were going to be husband and wife. Just labels, really, they still called one another "Honey", but something was different. Like they had some new identity or bond that they didn't have as boyfriend/girlfriend.

Danny didn't want to get married--ever. He always thought he made it clear from the beginning and reiterated it whenever she brought it up. He never led her on. Never said, "maybe" or "some day".

The night they got back from the desert marked one of the most tearful arguments they had ever had.

"Mark and Tina are getting married," she offered.

"I know. Good for them."

"Good for them! Right. What about us? Why wouldn't it be good for us?"

"Come on...we've been all through this. Why does it matter as long as we're together?"

"Why? Why!? I never know what to call you," she blurts out with such force, Danny blinks. 

"When I'm out with friends and we talk about our personal life, I don't know what to call you. Are you my room-mate? No! Are you my boyfriend? It sounds so juvenile. My partner? My significant other? Yuck! Soul mate? Double Yuck! Those are ridiculous! None of them describe who we are to one another."

"What do you care what others think?"

"Because it's important. Because saying you are my husband or having you say I am your wife says volumes to other people. Marriage means something. Why doesn't it mean anything to you? Maybe I don't mean that much to you!"

"Oh bullshit. Of course you mean..." but the rest was unheard as Cait fled to the bedroom.

Danny checked the doors, turned off the lights and went to the bedroom. He got undressed, lay down on his back and heard Cait softly crying.

"You never say my name," she said almost at a whisper.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You never call me...anything. No "Cait", no "honey", no "babe"...nothing. You just start talking to me. If I'm upstairs I get, "You up there?"

Exasperated, Danny said nothing. He stared at the ceiling, listened to Cait's quiet sniffling, then fell asleep.

Next morning, Danny got up to find Cait drinking her tea at their little kitchen table. She didn't look up when he walked in.

"Good morning," he offered to stoney silence. 

Slowly she looked up at him, eyes red.

"If you can't make a commitment to marry me. If you can't make a formal declaration that you are committed to me, if you can't even make a verbal declaration that you love me, if you can't even say my name, then I wonder what kind of future we really have. We have been pretty happy up until now, but things are unraveling and I don't see what can stop that.

"I need the commitment. I can no longer go on without it. I love you, but I don't see a future." 

And so she moved out. She stayed with Carolyn, a girlfriend. It never occurred to her to go to Brett.

She didn't intend it to be a trial separation. She intended it to be a break up. And it was. She didn't see Danny again. He moved out of their apartment days after she did and just sort of disappeared. She knew she could easily find him if she wanted, but she didn't want to.

She enjoyed being with Carolyn, but Carolyn had her own life and it was time to move on with hers. She and Carolyn went apartment hunting and found an affordable place nearer to the dental office. 

Her first day of work after the breakup, she broke the news to Brett on the balcony. She could always tell Brett anything, and valued his friendship and opinions very highly. She was very fond of him as a friend, but the last thing on her list was another romance. Brett sympathized with her, but didn't give any indications that he was interested in her romantically now that Danny was out of the picture.

Cait put all her effort into her work at the dental office helping to build the practice. She worked hard to increase the number of patients, and eventually they had to hire a dental assistant so that Cait could devote full time to running the front office and managing the finances. 

Before she knew it, more than a year had passed since she broke up with Danny. Her friendship with Brett was strong, but it certainly wasn't going anywhere romantically. Neither one of them were doing anything romantic, but they occasionally went out to dinner together as friends. Mostly, though, they went their separate ways after work.

Then one Friday, "Hello, Cait." 

Cait looked up from her appointment calendar to see Danny standing there completely out of the blue. He looked good. Tanned, toned, a little hyper as he always was. She realized at once that she was still attracted to him. 

"You look good, Danny."

"Your old phone is disconnected. I thought I'd just come by..."

"Toothache?"

"I was hoping we could..."

"Danny...don't do this."

"Just dinner. To touch base as friends. We can still be friends, can't we?"

"I suppose. Where? When?"

"Uhh...tonight. Anywhere?"

"You pick and I'll meet you there after work. Just dinner, Danny. This isn't anything more."

"OK, just dinner. Thai for Two at seven?"

Dinner proved that nothing had really changed since the breakup. At least not for Cait. She still had feelings for Danny, but she realized she had absolutely no desire to pick up where they left off. When they parted for the evening, Danny kissed her—a scorcher that left her in a prickly heat—but it was a parting kiss, not the beginning of anything. They were both glad to get together again, but both realized it was closure for them.

Cait didn't see Brett over the weekend, but that was typical. Monday morning was hectic as always, but they managed to have a cold drink together on the balcony that afternoon as they had for more than a year. They talked a little about the office, but it was clear that Brett wanted to ask her about her date with Danny. She told Brett about the evening as if Brett were a girlfriend. She always had. 

"God, Brett. It felt really good to be out with a man again, even if it was just Danny," she laughed. "In fact, when that guy at my apartment asked me out for the umpteenth time, I said yes. You should have seen his face! We went out Saturday, and turns out he's a really good dancer."

Brett smiled at her. Her happiness was always so infectious he couldn't help it.

"A year long drought, then two dates in one weekend. You'd have been proud of me", Cait prattled on.

Brett wasn't so much proud as beside himself. He had given Cait "space" all this time. He didn't pressure her and besides, any time he even casually flirted, she spun away from it with a flirty laugh. She apparently was not going to let anything develop.  

He finally realized he was jealous and becoming resentful. He'd waited all this time because he thought she wanted space.

"Cait! I don't want to be friends anymore." Cait looked at him like he had slapped her. "I mean, I...I want to be more, but you chatter at me like I'm a girlfriend. You look right through me like I'm not even a man. I don't want that anymore."

"Brett...I had no idea...I don't know what to say." 

She had often wondered why Brett had never made a pass at her—she was even a little hurt that he hadn't. But she was so grateful for his friendship, and worried that a romance would destroy that. She assumed he felt the same. Apparently, he didn't.

They'd been out to movies and dinner as friends for years, but they had never been out on a "real date". They decided to make it the next night, Tuesday, since the office was closed Wednesdays.

The date was awkward for both of them. He tried to kiss her. She laughed at the situation, then regretted it. "I wasn't laughing at you—I just feel so...awkward."

They worked on it, though and finally...they had a pleasant evening, meaning it was disappointing to Brett and still awkward to Cait.

Brett kept after her. He asked for a date every weekend and sometimes again on Tuesdays. He came across a little silly to Cait, she just wasn't used to him treating her like this, but Brett was obviously trying. 

Over time, he insisted that he wanted to "court" her. She tried very hard not to laugh and just accept that Brett was a lot different from Danny and that wasn't a bad thing at all. She did mock him a little about "courting", but on reflection she realized that he had been courting her for a very long time. He had always been there. Had helped her grow. Made her laugh, particularly when she wanted to cry.

It wasn't long before she realized she might be in love with Brett, and that Brett had been in love with her from the beginning. The awkwardness between them disappeared.

More than a year passed before Danny returned. Brett later called him the zombie boyfriend from hell. Danny joked with her at the front desk. 

"So good to see you again, Cait. What say we go out this weekend? Instead of just dinner, how about a night of dancing—like old times."

Brett watched quietly from the doorway of his operatory.

"That would be great, Danny!" She stood up. "Do you think this will get in the way?" She was very pregnant. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Who's the lucky guy?"

"I'm the lucky guy, Danny. The luckiest guy in the world, in fact," said Brett from behind Danny.

"Well, that's great. Congratulations to both of you. This calls for a celebration. How about the three of us go to dinner—we can skip the dancing," he laughs.

"I don't think so, Danny. We have plans for tonight, and for a long time afterward, don't we, Brett?"

"We sure do. I love you, Cait."

"I love you, Brett. See, Danny. That's how it's done."

"OK, OK, I get it," Danny laughed. "No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings. But Danny? No more visits."



Say My Name!



A heady scent. Ragged breathing.

The ticking of a clock somewhere nearby.

A slight breeze - perhaps he'd left the window open?

Sweat pooling on my brow, above the silken blindfold.

Tied between the two poles in his lair, about a meter apart, and blindfolded, all my senses were heightened beyond belief. My muscles were tense with anticipation, and being able to smell him and hear him, but not see him, was driving me insane.

I wanted to beg him to touch me, but he slapped my butt, hard, the minute I opened my mouth.

"You will not speak, unless it's in answer to a direct question. Is that clear?" His voice was controlled, authoritative. I could tell how close he was standing. Wetness pooled between my legs.

"Yes, sir" I breathed, hardly able to believe how turned on I was.

He paced circles around me - I could hear his footsteps - finally stopping behind me. I felt myself clench the minute he put his warm, large hand on my ass. I moaned, and he slapped my butt again. Twice, thrice, four times. It stung. I was so aroused. "Don't forget" he warned.

He caressed the bruised flesh of my ass, before spanking it again. Then he repeated it - caress, spank, caress, spank. Alternating between the two cheeks of my butt, he spanked my ass till it was sore. "Your ass is so hot!" He whispered, before hitting the right cheek again, so hard this time that I realised how much he'd been holding back before.

I almost cried out with the pleasure-pain of it. His hand reached up to my left breast from behind, squeezing it."Shh! You are not going to speak! And next time," he said, twisting the nipple, "not even air escapes your lips without my permission. Understand?" I didn't respond at first - I couldn't! My nipples were hard, swollen with need. It hurt, and yet I wanted more. He twisted it a little more, and waves of such intense pleasure swept through my body, I could barely breathe. "Understand?" He repeated. 

"Y-yes, sir!" I stammered.

"Good!" He said, removing his hand from my boobs.

I heard footsteps receding, the sound of something cutting air, and then the sound of footsteps coming towards me again.

I waited in breathless anticipation, every single one of my nerve endings on edge, alive and humming. Waiting.

And then it finally came, three hard slaps of a soft, feathery whip right on my clit. I moaned, I couldn't help it. He slapped my clit again. And again, and again, and again. When I opened my mouth, he stuffed his fist into it, silencing me. With the other hand, he kept hitting my clit, up and down, and left and right. Slowly at first, and then so fucking fast. I could feel my pulse between my legs, the throb of my clit, and the moisture dripping helplessly through the outer lips of my vagina, and down onto the carpet. Just when I was about to come, he replaced the whips with his tongue. Just the thought of it was so arousing, I immediately climaxed, contracting violently and shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. His tongue was now between the outer lips of my vagina, lapping up the liquid, sucking on my swollen, pink labia. He sucked me dry, sucked till not even a drop of liquid remained.

I heard him groan, "Do you have any idea how good you taste?" He asked harshly, "Here, you little witch!" he said, and then his lips were on mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It was so erotic, the thought of his saliva mingling with my come. His kiss was aggressive, possessive. He was branding me, claiming me. I felt pride at being his chosen one.

He undid my ties, and forced me down on my knees. Still blindfolded, he made me deep throat his big, throbbing cock. Dear God, he was so hard! I loved the feel of his cock inside my mouth. He held both my hands behind my back with one hand, and pinched my nipple with the other. I hardened my tongue into an 'o' inside my mouth, so the sensitive tip of his dick would hit it everytime. He groaned, and began thrusting faster and deeper inside my mouth. I almost choked; he was so big!

Next thing I knew, I was being picked up and carried. A door was opened, something was moved, and I was set down on a cool tile floor. He bent me forwards, till my ass was in the air, ready to be fucked. Then he removed my blindfold, and tied my hands behind my back with the black, silken cloth.

We were in the washroom, and I could see the mirror to our right. He was behind me, shaking his big cock with one hand while the other held the ends of the cloth tying my hands. I arched my back, and thrust my ass up even more, begging to be fucked. Our eyes met in the mirror, and I was dripping wet again. 

"Not a word" he warned, as he rubbed his cock on the sensitive outer lips of my vagina, teasing me, testing me. I bit down on my lip, hard, to keep from moaning. It was pure torture! I'd never wanted anything as much in my life, as I wanted him inside me, pounding me, right then!

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he plunged his full length into my warm, tight vagina in one long stroke. I screamed; I couldn't help it! He spanked my red, sore ass and began pumping into me hard, and fast, and deep.

I watched him in the mirror. I watched his big cock fucking my vagina, and his beautiful, tight ass clenching with every stroke. I watched his expressions. I watched him watching me, watching my big boobs swinging madly with every thrust.

"Fuck!" He swore, and his gaze was wild and bestial as he began fucking me harder, going absolutely berserk on my ass. I bit down on my lip, so hard that I think I drew blood.

"Open your mouth, you witch! Say my name!" he growled, just as I was about to come.

I did. Repeatedly. Then I screamed my heart out. He made that wild, animalistic sound at the back of his throat that he always did when he orgasmed. We came together, and he put his arms around my waist and drew me up against his chest as I contracted violently around his big cock, still buried inside of me.

The aftershocks were still ripping through me when he turned me around to face the mirror. My hair were askew, my cheeks were red and my lips were swollen and bleeding. My nipples were blue, and my ass was red and sore.

I looked like a woman who'd just been thoroughly fucked.

"Mine", he said softly.

I couldn't have agreed more.