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The Wish

By: storywritingsub



She stood in front of him, only wearing a thong, her hands at her sides, eyes down. He slowly walked towards her, she reminded him of a frightened doe. He stopped in front of her, his hand slowly caressing her cheek, slowly trailing down her neck. She shivered, and he smiled.

"Look at me." He request quietly.

Slowly she raises her eyes, looking into his intense green ones. She slowly starts to relax, the tension that was in her slowly leaving. She moves almost imperceptibly, but he is watching her so intently that he can see her relaxing. The hands not quite so stiff, the stance not so rigid. It usually took her a few minutes to relax when she came to him. 

"Put your hands up behind your neck, time for inspection." 

She puts her hands behind her neck linking her fingers together. Looking straight ahead, her feet spread apart, she awaits his touch.

He again, gently touches her cheek, his hand trailing down to her neck, over her chest to her nipples. He grabs her nipples, twisting and pinching them. Pulling them harder She tries not to flinch but is unsuccessful. The next tug is softer. He puts one hand on her neck, the other hand trails down her stomach, to the front of her thong, where he cups her pussy with his hand, while gently rubbing his thumb on her clit. She moans softly, pushing her pussy against his hand. Looking into her eyes, he can see her desire, feel her wetness building between her legs. He smiles; knowing how much she will be giving as the night goes on.

He stepped back, and he could see her struggling with her desire. He moved to stand behind her, once again trailing his fingertips down her body. He gently pushes her forward so she is bent over. His hand rests on her ass for a moment, before he gently squeezes. 

"Spread your legs wider." 

She does as he request, feeling herself blush like she normally does. He pulls her cheeks apart, moving aside the material of the thong; he gently rubs her anus. She moans, as his hand slips down to her pussy.

"Stand up, and you can put your hands down." He instructs as he steps away from her. She can see him moving out of the corner of her eye, but doesn't dare look to see what he is doing. He places a chair in front of her, then lays a flogger across the seat. 

"Give me your hands, with your wrist together" 

She puts her arms out in front of her, and he binds her wrist together, not tight enough to cut off her circulation, but tight enough to where she can't move. He places a blindfold over her eyes, making sure she can't see.

"Is that comfortable?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Kneel down." 

She kneels before him, wondering what he has planned for her tonight. 

He strokes his hand down her hair, pulling it back as he gets to the end. His lips crush hers, making her whimper with the intensity.

"Now little one, like usual you have your two safe words available. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tonight I plan to increase the intensity of our sceneing. Remember; if you need to stop you can safe word. I don't want you frightened."

"Yes, Sir." She whispers as her heart starts pounding and her palms get sweaty.

"Relax, don't get all tense again. Haven't I promised you that I won't permanently harm you?"

"Yes, Sir, you have."

"Now, I'm going to bend you over the table, your hands will be secured, but I will leave your feet free."

"All right Sir."

"Stand up and I'll assist you to the table."

She stands, and he gently guides her to the table.

"Bend forward, and put your arms up."

She bends at the waist, stretching her arms so that her torso is flat on the table. She hears the click of a clasp being closed. She moves her hips a little to get more comfortable. She can hear him moving around getting various things. She took some deep calming breaths, willing herself to relax. She jumped when he lightly smacked her ass with his hand.

"Now hold still." He tells her with a small laugh.

The suede flogger fell across her ass, making her jump once again. He started out with an uneven rhythm, letting her adjust to the flogger. He changed the rhythm, and intensity of his strokes, harder than he had ever done before. She let out a moan, but did not stop him. He moved the flogger down to the back of her thighs continuing in the same rhythm. She wiggled a little, and he moved the flogger to her back, hitting a little lighter this time.

After using he flogger for several minutes, he stopped and she whimpered and moaned restlessly.

"Don't worry, we are far from being done."

He changed the flogger for a crop, and gives her a solid crack on the ass. She moves her feet, but is unable to move away. He gives her several hard cracks with the crop. Soon, she is moaning in pleasure, as the need to cum becomes stronger. He can see that her thong is soaked. 

He stops using the crop, and picks up a cane. After several hits with the cane, she is begging, but doesn't safeword. After several more hits, he realizes she has reached her limits and stops. He tosses the cane to the side, and walks toward her. He lightly smacks her ass making her moan again. He reaches between her legs, lightly touching her clit.

"Please Sir may I cum?" she begs over and over.

"Now." He commands in her ear.

Her body goes tense, then limp. He moves to quickly undo her hands, then grabs them to keep her from sinking to the floor. 

"Easy now, I've got you."

She moves her head to the sound of his voice but doesn't say anything.

"Let's get this blindfold off."

When she looks up at him, she has tears in her eyes.

"You've done very good, little one." He pulls her close. " Turn around, let me make sure you're all right."

He checks to make sure he hasn't cut her open at all, then turns her back around pulling her into his arms. She lays her head against his chest, taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly.

"Sir, how may I please you tonight?" she asked in a soft voice.

"You already have." He kisses her forehead.

"Sir, I. " She trailed off, not sure she should voice her thoughts.

"Finish."

"I wish to suck your cock Sir." She says quietly.

"You may." He steps back and puts his hands at his sides.

She reaches out and undoes his belt buckle, trying to do it quickly.

"Slow down, I'm not going anywhere."

She finally gets the belt undone, and lowers his pants and underwear. Helping him out of them when she gets them to the floor. She takes his already swollen cock in her mouth, pulling it deep. She sucks and licks making him moan, and dig his hands into her hair pulling as she sucks.

"Stand up." He orders in a strangled voice.

As she stands, he turns her around, and pushes her shoulders to push her forward. He thrust his cock deep in her ass, resting for a moment then starts thrusting in and out. He quickly brings them both to the edge. 

"Cum with me little one." he commands as his hot seed spills into her. She cries out as she orgasms.

He slowly pulls out of her, taking her hand and heading for the couch. He sinks onto the couch pulling her with him. She winces as she sits down.

"How are you feeling?" he asks as he puts his arm around her shoulders.

"I'm fine Sir, I may have trouble sitting tomorrow, but I'm fine."

The Wish



Her alarm went off with a steady buzz. It was 5:30 in the morning. The only redeeming thing about the day was that it was a Friday, the last day of work. Anne got slowly out of bed, her cat falling away from over her legs and made her way to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and thought, "I'm 32 years old and if I weren't so plain looking I'd be happily married with at least two kids and I wouldn't be living in this stupid apartment." This had become almost a ritual for Anne. She probably would have stood there longer and berated herself except she had to get showered and ready if she were to make the 6:50 train into work.

Anne took off her bathrobe and was about to hang it up on the hook of the door when she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. As she did so often Anne looked at her body. Although she was only 135 pounds at five feet seven inches she was rather large breasted. There was a time she thought how nice it was to have them. When she was just thirteen she was a full C cup and lost her virginity between the seventh and eighth grades. She learned early how having large breasts attracted the attention of the boys and for a long time she liked that. From then on and most of the way through college she had been fairly popular. She knew she was popular with guys because she was large breasted but she rationalized that it was a lot better than having no dates at all. Even though she lost her virginity at a young age Anne was fairly conservative about having sex. She didn't allow for it in her life much at all.

As a freshman in college Anne had experimented with having sex with her roommate Karen. It was a lot of fun at first because she didn't think Karen wanted her because of her body. It was also a time of self discovery for the two young women so they looked upon their initial relationship as something they both wanted to explore a little bit. By the spring of that year they had ceased to be lovers but remained friends and roommates throughout their college years. Each had her share of boyfriends and each stopped dating during their senior year of college. Attending one of the Ivy League sister schools was a daunting task for even the best of students and Karen was one of the best of students. She and Anne were both invited into the Phi Beta Kappa Society and each graduated summa cum laude. Karen went on to Tufts Veterinary school and Anne went to Stanford and received her Ph.D. in cellular biology of humans. Anne was offered a job at a biotech company in the Boston area long before she had given her dissertation. With all this going on it had been four years since Anne had gone out on a date. At the age of 24 Anne had become something of a social recluse.

As she boarded the train that morning Anne thought back to her days in graduate school and how her friends had told her how she had it made in life. She wondered what that meant if this sort of life, a solitary existence, was good then what was not a good life. When Anne discovered herself dwelling on this subject, as she had so much lately, she scolded herself to stop. Still, she thought of the person in the mirror earlier that morning and how she looked so very average, so plain, so dull. Her social life had become spotty mostly because she suspected that every man who asked her out on a date only wanted her for her body. She had found herself envying a flat chested woman. She thought how that woman's life must be so much easier. She saw the woman had a ring on her finger which meant she was married and from the size of her belly she was also close to having a baby. So Anne was able to reassure herself that there were men who cared about women for more than just their physical appearance even though she couldn't seem to find any.

She stuck her face back into the newspaper and vanquished such thoughts from her mind. Anne loved her work. As a researcher she had gotten several prestigious awards for her work and one for a discovery she had made. She was one of the more highly respected workers at her company. In the eight years she had been there she had tripled her salary and knew she had it good where most things in life were concerned.

Anne was supposed to have lunch with a friend from work but at the last moment he had backed out. He said he had a report due that afternoon and said he'd have to work straight through lunch to be certain of finishing it. He asked Anne for a rain check and Anne, being the obliging person she was, said it was all right. She sometimes wondered if men found her unattractive and being large breasted was no longer holding its appeal to them. She considered her social life to be a mess. She kept that from bothering her by immersing herself in her work.

At lunch-time Anne took the subway to downtown Boston. She wasn't sure where she was going so she wandered about for a while looking in the store windows. It wasn't long before she found herself in front of a used book store. She had always liked this sort of a bookstore, particularly when they specialized in hard covered books as did this one. She went in. A small bell rang above her head as she opened and closed the door. She didn't know anyone still used such a device and found it to be quaint. An elderly man approached her and said, "May I help you miss?"

"I don't think so, I'm just looking around thank you," she replied politely.

"Here, there's a book over here I think you might like," he persisted.

Anne was about to protest however he was already moving away from her so she followed him without saying a thing. This was another aspect of herself which she did not like. She was always giving into other people's wishes. From a shelf which was face high to the man he pulled out a thin book and handed it to her. She saw a gentle smile on his face and looked down at the book in her hands. It was entitled "Your Wishes." She thought it odd that the author was "Anonymous" and mentioned this to the old man.

"It's a reprint of a much older book. I have an original copy which no one ever sees and which I will never sell." He said.

She opened the book to see the copyright date. There was none. "No one knows when it was written," the old man offered as if he had read her mind, "however I have it on good word when it was first printed."

"How do you know that?" Anne asked.

"It's a secret," he whispered as if there were some sort of intrigue attached to the book. "You read this book. I think you will find it interesting."

She thought to herself "why not?" and indicated she would take it.

"Good!" the old man said almost gleefully. "That will be three dollars and seventy-five cents."

"Three seventy-five?" Jane asked as if he had made a mistake. "Certainly it is worth more than that."

"That's the price, take it or leave it."

Anne paid for the book. The old man placed it in a small paper bag and handed it to her and said, "Good luck." She thought this an odd thing for him to say but replied, "Thank you." She couldn't help but think that she'd take that sort of a thing whenever it was offered.

Anne worked hard the rest of the afternoon and just caught the 5:15 train for home with but a minute to spare. She found a seat toward the front of the train and settled down for the fifty minute ride home. She thought she'd take a nap, she was rather tired from the long hard week. Shortly after the train left the station the conductor came by and she showed him her rail pass. She was about to settle back into the seat when she thought of her purchase from earlier in the day. She pulled the book from her tote bag and opened it. The type of print and age of the pages reminded her of a set of books that had been in her parents house when she was a child. The books, a multi-volume series was called "The Spectator" and had been published in 1713 as she remembered. This book she was holding appeared to be of the same vintage. She wondered if that were true then how the old man could have sold it to her for such a small price.

She opened the book and began to read. The first sentence read, "Be ye careful ye who wilst read this book." What a strange way to start a book she thought. The admonishment went on further before it went into giving brief stories about angels, spirits, witches and evil. The last sentence of the chapter read equally as strongly as the first saying, "Now be ye warned that all that cometh from the nether regions cometh from the dark and all that cometh from the heavens above cometh from God." The paragraphs between these two sentences indicated that the book was strongly bent towards the latter and not the former. Anne read on, she had become intrigued.

II

By the time Anne reached her stop she had finished the book. Mostly it was a philosophical book however there was one portion toward the end which spoke of wishes and how the reader need be cautious of such things. Remembering how old she thought the book was she put that to superstition. Just before the end of the book there was a sentence which had said that once she was finished reading the book she would be granted the wishes of her heart but that she should be very careful for what she wish. "Be ye not of foolish mind or of foolish heart." She didn't know what it meant by "foolish." She thought for a moment. She could think of only one wish she'd really like to have, to be beautiful, but she was careful and did not wish for that. Then she admonished herself. She thought she was beginning to believe in the superstitions of the book and that was totally against her nature. She put the thoughts out of her mind although they kept creeping back in.

Anne got off the train and went to where her car was parked. Although she lived in an apartment, her choice, Anne was very secure financially. She had indulged herself one day into buying a 1955 baby blue Thunderbird convertible. It was one of the few things she had ever wanted. Even owning this car seemed to work against her, however. Men looked at her as she drove by in her car. She was certain that it was the car and not her that the men looked at. To say the least, Anne had a very bad self image.

Anne's apartment was a little over two miles from the station and took her about ten minutes to drive the route. As she drove she found her mind wandering about the many things she'd love to have and had wished for at one time or another. Mostly, however, she wished she were beautiful. She recognized this as being self serving and vain however her loneliness prevented her from being entirely rational on the point. As she pulled up in the parking lot in front of her apartment Anne found that she had become almost entirely involved in the thought of how nice it would be to be beautiful. She parked the car, put the thoughts of being beautiful out of her mind again, grabbed her handbag and the book and headed for the front door.

"Good evening Miss MacArthur," Mrs. Stein said to her. Mrs. Stein was a very kindly elderly woman who lived in one of the apartments with her apartment. "You're looking very beautiful this evening, are you going someplace special?" The elderly lady asked her. Anne could not imagine what she meant.

"No, I have a little laundry to do, a few papers to work on, that's all," she replied in a resigned voice.

"Such a pretty girl, you should be out with some nice young man," Mrs. Stein continued. Mrs. Stein always said this so Anne took nothing from it and thanked her as she always did.

Once in her apartment Anne immediately put what she was carrying down upon the couch and headed for the bathroom to wash her face. The day had been a hot humid one and she thought how nice it would be to get the day's dirt off her face with a nice cooling face cloth. She turned on the cold water and allowed the water to run a few seconds before she wet the face cloth. Once the cloth was dripping wet she turned off the water and lifted the cloth to her face. She was about to wash her face when she looked into the mirror. Had some other circumstance that she couldn't think of existed she would not have believe that it was her face she was looking at. The features were definitely hers but she was no long plain, she was, and Anne thought slowly before she said the word to herself, beautiful. How had this happened? "I must be hallucinating," she thought. "This is some sort of trick or I'm dreaming." It was at that moment the phone rang and startled her. She knew she wasn't dreaming.

Anne quickly dried her face and rushed to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Anne, it's Jodi. I hope I didn't catch you in the middle of something," Jodi said ready to apologize if she had.

"No, no, you didn't. I was just . . .," Anne's voice trailed off as she remember what had just happened.

Noting the change in her voice Jodi asked, "Are you all right Anne?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine, why?"

"Your voice sounded a bit strange, that's all. Anyway, I'm at the Oak Tree Mall and I was hoping you'd go shopping with me since it's just a few minutes from you."

"I'd love to!" Anne said, thinking of how nice it was someone cared to ask her out that evening. Then Anne remembered again what happened a few moments ago.

"Great!" Jodi exclaimed. "Don't eat, don't change, don't do anything but get into your car and come over here. I'll be sitting in front of Walden Books. See you in a few minutes okay? Bye!" Jodi said this in her usual stream of consciousness and hung up before Anne could protest. She had agreed to go but a sudden fear crossed her mind of what Jodi would think when she saw her. "As long as I were wishing for things I wish I had wished for a size smaller breasts." Anne thought to herself.

Anne rushed to her bedroom to change into jeans and a clean blouse in spite of Jodi asking her not to change. She quickly removed her dress and then her blouse. She went to her closet a pulled out a sheer white blouse and a pair of jeans which were hanging there. She quickly pulled on the blouse and turned to her dresser mirror as she was about to button up the blouse. Again she was not only startled by how pretty her face was but something new now. Her breasts were smaller. They were so much smaller that her bra hung away from them. Slowly Anne took off her bra, put her hands underneath her breasts and raised them slightly. They were smaller. "I don't believe this is happening." Anne thought to herself. Then she remember that Jodi was waiting for her so she threw on the blouse without a bra, a bra size she did not own anyway. She felt she had no choice. She quickly pulled on her jeans and a pair of tennis shoes rushing to get over to the mall. As she stood up Anne looked into the mirror to she how she looked. She was a bit surprised that though the blouse was sheer her breasts were not obviously unbridled beneath it. This much pleased her. She quickly put on some lipstick and ran a brush though her straight shoulder length hair. "Now if I were only a blonde I'd be perfect." Anne said in an almost audible voice. "I wish that were true but I'd better be careful or I'll end up with something I don't want." As Anne began to leave her room she noted she had become a blonde. "It figures," Anne thought to herself and left without giving another thought to the things that had happened.

III

Anne saw Jodi sitting on a bench in front of Walden Books just as she said she'd be. Jodi was a stunningly attractive auburn haired woman of 29. Every man in the world seemed to desire her and Jodi brushed off almost all of them as well. Secretly Anne had wished she'd had one or two of Jodi's cast-offs. She had been at the company only a year less than Anne but Anne considered her her equal in everyone and superior in others. She envied Jodi her beauty.

"You're looking particularly beautiful today Anne," Jodi said in her usual cheerful voice. "Got a hot date tonight you didn't tell me about?"

"Don't I wish. If I weren't such a plain Jane I probably would have a date but . . "

Jodi butted in, "What are you talking about Anne? You're one of the most beautiful women in the company and you know it. I see the men flirting with you all the time, don't think I haven't noticed. It's like I always tell you Anne, you've got to slow down on your work and get a life. Why do you always turn everyone down anyway?"

"Jodi, what are you talking about?" Anne asked rather confused by what Jodi had just said.

"Oh, playing coy this evening are you? Come on Anne, isn't it time you got out? You're so intelligent and so beautiful any man would be proud to be with you. Anne, you aren't gay and have been keeping it from me all these years have you?"

"No, I'm not gay and I'm not beautiful and no one ever asks me out. Jodi, what has gotten into you?" Anne asked a little upset.

"Lord you're a tough case Anne. Come with me." Jodi took Anne's hand and took her into a nearby Victoria's Secret. She pulled Anne in front of a mirror and said, "Now, tell me, what do you see?" Anne looked and still shocked by what had happened she did see a beautiful woman in the mirror but it was not her. Why was Jodi acting like this is how she's always looked she wondered.

"Jodi, why are you acting like I've always been beautiful and aren't you even a little bit curious about how I changed so much since this afternoon?"

"Anne, you are burning out. Have you seen your therapist lately? The only thing changed about you since I saw you at work is your clothes. Speaking of clothes, don't you think it's time we got you something just a bit sexy for you to wear? You always wear these, well, straight clothes."

"What do you mean straight?"

"Anne, I don't think I've ever seen you in sexy clothes. Well, since we are here at least we can get you started. Now, let's try one of those Wonder Bras on you." Anne pulled a white lacy bra from a hook and said, "Yes, let's try this one on. You're a C cup right?"

"No, I'm a double D cup," Anne said forgetting that she had changed there.

"Anne honey, the last thing I think you'd want to be is that big. If anything, knowing you, you'd like to be a size smaller than you are now. Now, here, take this in the fitting room over there and try it on and come back out wearing it so I can see it." Jodi said in a demanding voice.

"Jodi, I'm too shy to come out wearing something like this, you know that. Come with me and you can see it in the dressing room."

"All right," Jodi gave in and followed Anne into the dressing room. Anne was not an overly modest woman so she didn't mind changing in front of another woman particularly when that other woman was her best friend. Anne quickly unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her unrestrained breasts. She had completely forgotten she'd left the apartment that way.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I didn't put on a bra," Anne said sheepishly.

"Oh come Anne, I'm your best friend, it's no big deal." Jodi said reassuringly, "and besides, if I knew you preferred that look I might not have suggested the bra in the first place. Anne, when did you start going braless? I didn't know you were the type."

"I don't usually, you know that, I just couldn't find anything to put on before I left. Nothing seemed to fit right."

"Well then, all the more reason we should get you fitted. Here, put this one on." Jodi said holding out the bra. Anne slipped her hands through the bra straps and over her shoulders. Its snap was on the front so she quickly snapped it up.

"Very nice!" Jodi said in obvious admiration. Anne looked down at herself and saw the bra did the desired effect. As a double D cup Anne had always had good cleavage and now that was true again with a little extra help. She surprised herself in liking the look.

"I like it!" Anne exclaimed. "It's really comfortable too. I didn't think it would be but it is. Maybe I'll get a few more, what do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." Jodi responded.




The Wish



While at Victoria's Secret Anne outfitted herself with a complete new set of undergarments. For the first time she could ever remember she really felt sexy. The two women spent the rest of the evening clothes shopping and when they were done they were several hundred dollars lighter in each of their wallets but they were also very pleased with their purchases. Anne had decided that since she had this new look and it didn't seem to surprise anyone, well at least it didn't surprise Jodi, so she assumed it wouldn't surprise anyone else, she would go along with it and see what happened.

"Listen," Jodi said, "why don't we go home, get changed, and go out dancing?"

"Well," Anne said hesitantly, "I don't know. I'm not sure I know how."

"Oh come Anne. It's time to break out and enjoy ourselves. Come on, it'll be a kick!" Jodi said enthusiastically.

Anne looked down at herself, her new self, and thought why not. "Okay, what time?"

"I'll pick you up in an hour okay?" Jodi asked.

"Okay but where are we going?"

"I don't know but who cares. Let's just go out and have a good time."

Anne smiled and said, "Sure, why not."

Jodi hugged Anne and said, "See you in an hour." With that Jodi turned and scampered off towards the mall exit. Anne was a little taken aback about Jodi's show of affection. No one had ever just upped and hugged her like that. Then she thought how good it felt. All this was so new to her that it rushed over her almost swamping her like a boat adrift in the tide. Anne collected herself quickly and headed home.

IV

Anne took a quick shower and changed when she got home. Although she was not in the habit of putting makeup on Anne decided that this time she would, she wanted to look really good. She found what little makeup she owned, pulled out an eyebrow pencil and a little blush and applied them conservatively. As Anne looked at herself in the mirror it was like she was looking at some other woman. It haunted her to know that on the inside she still had all the same feelings she'd always had but on the outside she looked almost completely different. She pondered on her wishes and wondered if she had done the right thing. Something in her heart said "no" however she decided to go along with her mind and enjoy her new found beauty.

The doorbell rang and Anne knew it had to be Jodi. Anne grabbed a light sweater, her purse and then stopped. She tried to think if she was forgetting anything but nothing came to mind. In the next instance she was going through her front door and down the steps with Jodi to Jodi's car.

As they pulled away from the apartment Anne asked, "So where are we going?"

"I thought we would go to that new club that just opened up by work. You know the one I mean? They have a live band and dancing. I love to dance."

Anne was a little hesitant about going there however she had obligated herself so she resigned herself to the evening. "You know I don't know how to dance Jodi."

"Sure you do, everyone knows how to dance," Jodi answered with her own flair.

"I don't. I didn't even dance at my senior Prom back in high school. Maybe we shouldn't go dancing."

"Of course we should," Jodi insisted, "there are men out there Anne, lots and lots of men who are just waiting for me to reject them." Jodi laughed at her joke. It caught Anne off guard but she quickly saw the humor and laughed.

"Jodi, you're horrible," Anne said with a laugh in her voice. "I know you don't treat men that way."

"Well if I don't maybe I should. I've sure had my share of bad luck with men lately. None of them seem to know what they want and even worse, they don't seem to even care what I want. All they ever think about is themselves and their buddies. God what I wouldn't give for a nice secure guy who'd show up on time and ask me what I'd like to do for a change. Those types are all married already," Jodi paused just briefly before saying, "Or they're gay, of course. Isn't that the way it always is?"

"Well, I don't know," Anne said meekly.

"Well, it's true. You know that last guy I was seeing?"

"Yes."

"Married."

"Jodi, he wasn't!"

"Oh yes he was. He said he wasn't but I knew he was right from the start. You can always tell. Somehow they never have time for you on weekends. Anyway, when I confronted him with it he admitted to it. He also managed to manipulate me into staying in the relationship. How could I be so stupid to fall into that one?" Jodi said this almost yelling it, "I was his goddam mistress! I always promised myself that I'd never do that and so what'd I do? I did it. What a fool I was. Well, I won't be that stupid again I'll tell you that much." Jodi suddenly realized how she had been going on and turned to Anne and said, "I'm sorry Anne. I'm sure you don't want to hear about all this."

"It's all right, I don't mind. Did you sleep with him?"

"Did I what?" Jodi asked as if she'd misunderstood the question. "Did I sleep with him? Of course I slept him. That was the one thing he was good at. He was a good fuck!"

"Jodi! You don't talk like that do you?"

Jodi realized how naive Anne was and thought for a second about her reply. "I'm sorry Anne. You're right. I don't like that sort of language. It's the Irish in me. When I get angry it all just pours right out. You understand?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Anne replied genuinely. They drove in silence the rest of the way to the club. Anne felt a bit odd returning to the area where she worked but at nighttime. It was oddly quiet and somewhat serene. Jodi pulled into the parking lot just as a car pulled out of a space near the club's entrance.

"Ah, the luck of the Irish." Jodi said attempting an Irish accent.

"Sure," Anne replied, "and I supposed next you'll be telling me that you know leprechauns."

"No," Jodi replied off handedly, "although I have an uncle who's rather short." Jodi grinned and then laughed. "Come on, let's go in." They got out of the car and Anne followed Jodi into the club. At the door they were greeted by a "bouncer" who checked Anne's ID but not Jodi's. Jodi felt a little put out about this slight and challenged the man. She got no satisfaction however. He just grunted something to the effect to move along. They paid their $5 cover charge and entered a half lit, smoky room where they found a small table with three empty chair around it. "See there, luck of the Irish again," Jodi chided. Anne didn't respond. She settled down into the chair and looked out at the crowd on the dance floor. The band was called The Dead Lobsters, a local group. Jodi seemed to truly enjoy their music just from the way she was already swaying to the beat of the overly loud music. Anne found it to be annoying. She felt particularly so when Jodi made a comment to her and had to repeat it three times before Anne understood her. It wasn't long before two men approached their table and asked each of them for a dance.

"No, I don't think so," Anne replied, "I'm sorry but I really don't know how to dance."

"Oh come on Anne," Jodi encouraged, "it's easy and he'll be happy to teach you won't you, what's your name?"

"I'm Joe and this is my friend Mike." Mike shook hands with Jodi and then took her by the hand out onto the dance floor where they immediately began to dance. "I will teach you." Joe said.

"What?" Anne asked. She had become preoccupied with the thought of dancing. She recovered quickly and said, "How about if we start off with a slow song?" Anne said this hoping he we be put off enough to leave and she'd not have to dance.

"Okay," he replied. Almost if by magic the band changed to a slow song, "Unchained Melody." "This should fill the bill," Joe said.

"Yes," Anne said a bit discouraged, "I guess it does." Anne resigned herself to have the courage to dance and if she made a fool of herself, which she was sure she was going to do, then so be it. Joe took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. Anne positioned her hands in a way she believed they would dance, two feet apart. Joe took her hands, repositioned them slightly and suddenly Anne found herself following his lead and being held tightly against him. This made Anne very nervous but she literally bit her lip and did what she thought she had to do. Several times during the song Anne stepped on one of Joe's feet and she apologized at some length each time. She knew she was being overly sensitive but she didn't know how else to act. By the end of the song Anne found that she had actually enjoyed it a bit although she still felt very uncomfortable. This song was followed by another slow song and so they continued to dance. Joe started talking about himself and Anne remembered what Jodi had said about men being so self-centered. Still, she listened intently. She didn't want to embarrass herself by forgetting some minor fact he told her. She actually found him to be rather interesting. He was an engineer at Mitre and she could tell from the way he talked that he was well educated. He seemed to know just what to say to her too so that he endeared himself to her by the time the second song came to an end. Suddenly the music turned loud and fast again. Anne begged Joe to allow her to sit it out but he persisted and Anne found herself desperately trying to follow the steps to the music. Finally, in frustration, she gave up trying to figure it out and just moved in any way which felt right. She was surprised that no one seemed to be watching or even noticed. Anne chastised herself silently for being so paranoid. In every part of her life, save this one, she was always very confident and she saw no reason why she shouldn't feel confident here as well. Then next time she stepped on Joe's foot, which was moments later, she reminded herself why she was not so self assured. For the next hour Joe and Anne danced. Almost out of energy Anne found herself in Joe's arms dancing to a slow song once again. She felt tired and lay her head on his shoulder. She didn't noticed how closely he had pulled them together although she did have the stirrings of some feelings for him. Joe seemed like a genuinely nice guy and since he had been with her all this time, she rationalized, maybe he'd want to be with her more. Her question was soon answered.

Joe and Anne went back to the table where Mike and Jodi were already sitting. "I thought you couldn't dance!" Jodi chided Anne.

"I can't."

"Don't listen to her," Joe said, "she's a wonderful dancer."

"Anne, would I be a terrible person if I left now?" Anne asked apologetically.

"You want to leave now?" Jodi asked.

"Oh, no, I mean, Mike is going to take me home and I hoped that would be all right with you."

"Oh," Jodi replied understanding the situation now, "of course. Have a good time and do try to stay out of trouble Anne."

V

The early morning light came streaming through the not quite closed shades of Anne's bedroom. Anne opened her eyes slightly and closed them again quickly. She felt a bit disoriented although she was in her own bed. She turned on her side and opened her eyes. Where she expected to find Joe she found a note.

Dear Anne,

Had a great time last night. You're the best. See you around.

Joe

Anne's anger surfaced vehemently. "Why that goddam son-of-a-bitch! He just left! Who the hell does he think he is!" Anne vented. Then just as suddenly as she had started Anne stopped her tirade. She felt totally out of character although she was still very angry. Now she was beginning to feel hurt and abandoned. First one tear fell over Anne's cheek, followed by another and then Anne started to cry. She felt cheated and she felt dirty. Now she understood Jodi's anger towards men. She had given herself to him and now where was he?

In her anger Anne got up quickly and took a shower. After she had initially washed her hair she stood under the shower head allowing the hot water to stream down over her body. It felt very relaxing. Anne felt the anger drain from her and she was soon able to occupy her mind with other more pleasant thoughts. While she was standing there contemplating she heard the phone ring. Her first inclination was to let the answering machine pick it up but almost as quickly as that thought crossed her mind she hopped out of the shower, wrapped her hair up in a towel and threw her terry cloth bathrobe. She caught the phone on its fourth ring, just as the answering machine was about to pick it up.

"Hello," Anne said breathlessly.

"Hi Anne, it's Jodi. Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine. You just caught me in the shower."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to call you back?"

"No, that's all right. I needed to get out anyway."

"So, how'd it go last night? Got yourself a sweetie huh?"

"A sweetie? A piece of pond scum is more like it!" Anne raved uncharacteristically.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"He left! I woke up this morning and he was gone! Poof! That bastard wrote me some cutesy little note and left!"

"Oh," Jodi groaned knowingly, "was he married or something?"

"What do you mean was he married?"

"Didn't you ask him?"

"No, why, should I have?"

"Always. You never know."

"Well, I just assumed since he wasn't wearing a wedding ring that he wasn't."

"Bad assumption Anne, you always have to ask. You can also check to see if there is some light skin on his ring finger where a ring had been."

"I didn't think of that." Anne said feeling the fool again. "What about you? How did you make out?"

"I didn't. He was a jerk and he was married. I'll bet his friend Joe was married too now that I think of it. I'm sorry Anne. I shouldn't have gotten you into this."

"Don't apologize Jodi. I'm a big girl now and I can take care of myself. Just don't ask me to go to another club for at least ten years."

"Oh come on Anne, all men aren't that bad, you'll see."

"You're the one who told me all men are that bad."

"I know but I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that to you," Jodi said very repentently. 

"It's all right Jodi. I'll know better the next time."

"What are you doing today?" Jodi asked.

"I had planned on taking my clothes to the dry cleaners and then I was going to go over the stats in that report that's due Monday night. You know the one I mean?"

"Yes, I know the one and I also know you have it down cold already. Anne, if you weren't so good at your job I'd think you were paranoid. The report's done. I've read it. It's perfect. Pinto will love it!"

"She'd better! I worked my ass off to get that finished."

"Anne, you need a break and I have just the thing."

"Not another club!" Anne exclaimed.

"No no, not another club. Have you ever been canoeing?"

"No, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, you know where route 30 meets the Interstate? Right before there is a canoe rental place right on the river. It's right next to the bridge. You know where I mean?"

"I think I do," Anne replied a little hesitantly.

"Great, meet me there at one okay?"

"Well, I guess so," Anne said hesitating once again.

"Great, see you then!" Jodi said and just as quickly hung up.

Anne looked at her watch, eight twenty-five. She thought through her day until she would meet Jodi. She scheduled her morning in her mind and then got dressed.

VI

Anne arrived at the boat house just a few minutes before Jodi. She could see the people paddling along the river, enjoying themselves. It seemed peaceful and fun. Anne felt this just might be some fun.

"Hi Anne!" Jodi said in a spirited voice and from directly behind Anne. Anne jumped with surprise at hearing her voice.

"You scared me!" Anne proclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm just in a playful mood."

"That's okay, I was just startled and I'm feeling pretty good too. So what do we do now."

"Well, what we do now is we rent a canoe and get out on the river. There are waters to be conquered and men to be found!" Anne declared. "Or is it there are waters to be found and men to be conquered?" Anne said this with a silly grin on her face.

"You and men, jeeze Jodi, don't you ever think of anything else?"

"Not on weekends I don't. Weekends are for me. So come on, let's get going. Have you ever gone canoeing before?" Jodi thought about her question and quickly answered it, "No, you haven't, have you?"

"No, I haven't," Anne replied sheepishly.

"Well, that's all right. There's nothing to it and we're going to have a great time today, even if we don't find any men."

"Jodi, I swear, your mind seems to be chained to one thought."

"I know, I can't help it and I don't want to either."

"Come on," Anne said, "let's get going already." Anne really did not want to have any man be a part of her day today. She hoped they would not be. She was afraid that if Jodi had her way she would not be able to avoid it. She decided not to worry about it and just see what happens.

Jodi took care of getting the canoe and the paddles. She showed Anne where to get her life jacket, it was required, and helped her into the canoe. "All you have to do is put the paddle about half way down into the water and pull. Keep changing sides though or we won't go straight. We have the canoe for three hours so we have plenty of time to do whatever we want. Any questions?"

"No, not that I can think of. This boat seems awfully wobbly. What if we tip over?" Anne asked.

"We're not going to tip over but if we do that's what you have your life vest for. You just float in the water while I right the boat and then hold onto the side of the boat until I can get it to the shore. Anyway, that's not going to happen, I promise."

"I know about promises," Anne said sarcastically.

They rowed for about an hour up the river. Anne was really enjoying herself and Jodi only once brought up the topic of men when three men in a canoe went by them in the other direction Jodi felt it her job to comment on how good looking they were. Anne was happy they were heading in the other direction and didn't take notice of Jodi. Once they got to a shallow point in the river Jodi steered the boat to the shore, jumped out and pulled it onto the river's edge.

"Want one?" Anne asked as she pulled out a pint of bottled water she had brought with her.

"Sure, I need it," Jodi replied. They sat there in the shade of a very large old oak tree, drank their water and talked about how beautiful the trip up the river had been and how nice and serene it was there. For the first time in a very long time Anne felt very relaxed and at ease. She felt like she could take a nap right there. She guessed all the pent up tensions were releasing and her relaxing was making her feel tired. Finally Anne suggested they start back down the river. They had rented the boat for three hours and time was beginning to run a bit short. Jodi agreed and pushed the canoe back into the water. They both got into the canoe with ease and started paddling down the river. For about a mile or so the river was very quiet and there didn't seem to be much of a current. Jodi reminded Anne that there were some fast points in the river just ahead so she should prepare herself.

"Let's go right down through the middle of those rapids!" Anne said confidently.

Jodi laughed at Anne's comment and agreed that it would be fun but that they needed to get good and comfortable and well centered in the boat so they wouldn't tip over. They did this and went on into the rapids of the small river. Anne screamed with delight as they descended through the rapids, at one point hitting an eddy which sprayed water all over both of them soaking them to the skin. As they began to emerge Anne had a fit of laughter at what had just happened and started to cheer about how good they were. Anne put her hands together in a fist and raised them over her head as a sign of victory over the rapids. Just as she did that she lost her balance and went tumbling into the water flipping Anne out of the canoe as she did so. Anne felt a bit of terror course through her then she got her wits about her, remembered what Jodi had told her and tried to get a sense of where she was. At first she could not see the canoe or Jodi. A second later she heard Jodi yell for her and saw Jodi just a short way down the river holding onto the canoe.




The Wish



"Swim on down here. I'll hold onto the canoe. Let the water take you down." Jodi yelled to Anne. Anne did as Jodi said and moments later she too was holding onto the side of the canoe. Anne looked at Jodi. Anne had a very serious look on her face. Then, unable to hold herself back, she broke into laughter and apologized to Jodi for "screwing things up."

"Don't worry about it. I was all hot and sweaty anyway. The water was just what I needed. We have one small problem though."

"Oh," Anne said with concern, "what?"

"Well, the river's current is too fast for me to overcome right here so we're going to have to hold onto the canoe until it slows down. Will you be all right"

"I'll be fine," Anne replied.

"Are you ladies all right?" Both Anne and Jodi heard the man's voice coming from behind them. Jodi turned around and saw two older men paddling along side them. "Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Yes, we're fine," Jodi replied. "Our boat was swamped and we were just riding it down the river a bit."

"Here, give me your hand and you can get into our canoe and then right yours," the man said. The second man said nothing but looked at them urging them in.

"I don't think we should," Anne said in her always reliable conservative way. "After all, we don't know you. For all we know you might be ax murderers or something." Anne couldn't believe she had just said that. She realized how dumb it sounded.

The man who had been talking turned to the other man and asked, "George, you ax murdered anyone lately?"

"Not that I can remember," he replied chidingly.

"Sorry ladies, no ax murderers in this boat. Now, why don't you let us help you out of that water. You'll be much safer in the boat."

"I'm not so sure of that," Anne replied.

"Anne!" Jodi exclaimed, "cut that out! These two gentlemen are just trying to help us," Jodi turned her head to the men and then said, "right?"

"That's correct," the first man said.

"Absolutely," George answered as well.

"Come on Anne," Jodi said looking at her, "it'll be fine. They look harmless to me."

"I'm not so sure," Anne said, "but, well, all right." Anne gave in contrary to her feelings. She looked at them and thought, "They must be at least ten years older than us." She wasn't sure what difference that made but somehow it did. "Wait a minute," Anne said.

"What?" Jodi replied showing a little impatience.

"What's your name?" Anne asked pointing to the man who had done most of the talking.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Andy and this is my friend George." He replied very politely.

"One more thing," Anne said. Jodi looked at her very impatiently now. "Are you guys married?"

"Are we married?" They looked at each other, "Do we look like we're married?" Andy asked.

"I don't know," Anne said, "I don't know what a married man looks like."

"Come on Anne," Jodi said showing her impatience, "it's all right, don't be such a worry wart."

"Well, all right," Anne said finally giving in.

They climb into the men's canoe and then righted their own canoe. They then climbed slowly back into their own canoe while the two men held onto the sides. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" Jodi said to Anne.

"No, I guess not. I'm sorry."

The men stayed with Anne and Jodi the rest of the way down the river. The conversation was light. Just before they reached the boat house Andy asked, "May we take you ladies out for a drink?"

"What?" Jodi said, "Now? No, I don't think so but thank you. We need to get home and get into some drier clothes." Jodi looked to Anne and Anne looked at Jodi approvingly.

"How about this evening? Are you doing anything this evening?" Andy asked.

"No," Jodi replied and then thought better of her quick answer.

"Well good, then we can meet you at the place of your choice."

"No, I don't think we should," Anne replied.

"Aw come on, we'll have fun." Andy persisted.

"What do you think?" Jodi asked Anne.

"You know what I think Jo."

"Okay, we'll meet you at 'The Inside Out.' You know where it is?" Jodi asked. Anne glared at Jodi.

"Sure, we know," Andy replied. "How about meeting us there at 8?"

"Okay," Jodi said.

"Jodi," Anne said gritting her teeth tightly and staring at Jodi.

"What?' Jodi knew what Anne meant, she didn't have to ask. "It's all right Jodi. They seem to be decent. You are decent honest men aren't you?" Jodi asked them.

"Of course we are," Andy replied and George bobbed his head in agreement.

"You see there Anne, nothing to worry about. We'll see you then," Jodi said to the men as she finished throwing the oars and lift vests on the dock. One of the boathouse personnel collect the items up. Anne grabbed Jodi's hand and pulled her up the steps and to the parking lot.

"Jodi, what are you doing?" Anne asked in obvious concern.

"All right, so maybe I was a bit quick to agree but we'll be all right, you'll see. Hey, we're going to a club where there'll be lots of other people. If we don't like them we can just dump them."

"Just dump them!" Anne echoed. "Jodi, you are unbelievable! Do you know how old those guys are?"

"No," Jodi replied, "how old?"

"Well, I don't know but I'll bet they're both at least 45! They're way too old for us!"

"Since when did you get picky about age?"

"That wasn't fair Jodi. You know I'm picky about everything."

"I'm sorry," Jodi said, "I was wrong to say that but their age doesn't really matter anyway. Hey, it's not like we're going to marry them or anything is it?"

"Yeah, that's another thing I wanted to talk to you about." Anne said in a very disgruntled voice.

"What?" Jodi asked.

"Never mind," Anne said giving in, "I suppose it doesn't matter anyway."

"Right, it doesn't and we'll have a great time, you'll see."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Anne said cryptically.

"What?" Jodi asked showing her confusion.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter."

"Okay, let's go in your car this time." Jodi said excitedly. "It's been a long time since I've had a ride in 'The Bird.'"

"You better be careful Jodi or 'The Bird' will bite you good."

"Pick me up at 7:30?" Jodi asked.

"Sure, sounds good," Anne replied resigning herself to the evening. Anne say the two men coming towards them. She jumped in her car and made a hasty retreat. She didn't desire to talk anymore about the coming evening. She looked in her rear-view mirror as she readied herself to turn out of the parking lot and saw Jodi standing talking with the men. Anne wondered what sort of trouble Jodi was getting them into. She decided it was beyond her control now and she wasn't going to worry about it, at least for the time being.

VII

Anne got into the shower about 6:30 to prepare for the evening. She showered quickly and then stood before her bedroom closet trying to decide what she should wear. She considered the evening's possibilities and decided she was going to dress as conservatively as she possibly could. She found an old pure white cotton dress that was one piece, top and bottom. The back of the dress dipped only slightly more down than the front and the front dipped only down a few inches from here neck. The dress was made for summer; it was billowy and hung half way down her calves. Even with her new bra on its effect was totally lost and this made Anne very happy. She didn't put any make up on and tied her hair back with a bow. Anne felt secure that she had definitely made a very conservative statement with her dress.

Anne arrived at Jodi's house right at 7:30. Jodi was already waiting outside and immediately got into the car. Jodi looked at Anne's dress and said nothing. They were unusually quiet all the way to the club although they did talk a little from time to time. They arrived at the club and found their way quickly inside and sat down. Jodi looked around for Andy and George but didn't see either of them.

"We've been stood up haven't we?" Anne asked.

"No, it's early yet. It's only just eight now and men are never on time, you know that." A half hour later they were still sitting there alone nursing a couple of drinks that they had ordered. In the interim they had turned down several offers to dance.

"Why don't we dance with the next nice guys who ask us," Anne said breaking the unnerving silence that had been going between them that evening.

"Sounds good to me," Jodi relented. It wasn't long before a couple of men about their age asked them to dance and they accepted. They danced for almost three quarters of an hour before Jodi saw Andy trying to get her eye. Jodi moved over to where Anne was dancing and whispered to her, "They here."

"Who?" Jodi asked.

"Andy and George, of course."

"Oh," Anne sighed in obvious disappointment. She had begun to believe that they were not going to come and that suited her quite well.

Jodi said in a slightly loud voice to the man she was dancing with, enough so that the man Anne was dancing with would hear as well, "Listen, we've gotta go. Our dates are here now, so, well, you know." Jodi said not knowing quite what she should say. There was no immediate response and Jodi took this as a sign of resignment from them. She quickly took Anne by the hand and led her over to where Andy and George were standing. They then went back to a larger table more to the rear of the club and sat down.

"We thought you weren't going to come," Anne said in a slightly nasty tone, "we thought you had stood us up."

"We're just a little late," Andy said.

"Yeah, an hour and a half late, just a little." Anne said in obvious annoyment. Jodi looked at Anne showing her displeasure with Anne's comments. Anne figured that out and continued, "Well they were that late Jodi. I think that's rather rude."

Realizing he was quickly losing control of the situation Andy said, "Ladies, I'm really very sorry we're late. You see, we had to . . ." Andy hesitated, "we had to wait for the Triple A to bring us some gas. We ran out on the Interstate."

"Oh, I had that happen once," Jodi piped in, "it's so embarrassing. I know how you must feel."

"I don't think you do," Anne said in disbelief. Anne did not believe the story at all.

"Here," George offered, "look, here's the receipt from the Triple A for the gas." George held out a piece of official looking paper for them. Anne went to reach for it when Jodi said, "There, you see, they ran out of gas. So let's forget about it and enjoy the evening."

George retrieved the paper before Anne could see it and tucked it in his rear pocket. Anne wasn't sure whether to believe him or not now. She decided she'd stay with them at the club and then go home, alone. The night did pass quickly. George had warmed up to Anne. He told her he was an accountant for a prestigious law firm. He was very convincing and he was actually quite interesting in many other ways as well. Anne forgot herself in the conversation and managed to have a good time the rest of the evening.

VIII

Anne felt herself being nudged from her sleep. Then she heard a voice saying, "Hey, it's late and I've gotta be going."

"What?" Anne said trying to see through the cobwebs in her mind.

"I've gotta go. I had a great time this evening. You're really nice." It was then Anne remembered, Jodi had left with Andy and when she went to take George home he talked her into going back to her place for a drink. The rest was history and now she realized so was George.

"Yeah, okay, whatever," Anne said in obvious annoyment. She watched him as he got dressed and then she saw it! How could she have been such a fool! Anne got very angry very quickly and yelled, "You bastard!"

"What?" George said surprised.

"You're married. You cheating lying bastard you! How could you do it! You had the balls to do this to me and you didn't even take your wedding band off! How could I have been so stupid to miss it!" Anne was about as angry with herself as she was with him. "Get out of here you son-of-a-bitch! Go home to your wife and pray to God that I don't call her."

"You wouldn't do that would you?" George asked in fear of being found out.

"I just might, it'd serve you right you bastard! You'd better hope I don't now get your lying cheating ass out of here!" By this time Anne had thrown all the pillows at him and was getting ready to throw a shoe at him. George grabbed the shoe from her hand and quickly scooped up the other beating a hasty retreat to the door. As he went through the door he saw Anne was right on his heels. Just as he got out the door she slammed it as hard as she could. Anne went quickly back to her bedroom, picked up the phone and dialed Jodi's number.

A groggy voice on the other end answered, "Hello?" It was Jodi.

"Jodi! You wake up! The bastard's married do you hear me! He's married! Another one! You've done it to me again and that bastard you're with is probably married too."

"Yeah, he is, I know," Jodi replied.

"You know?" Anne yelled in disbelief. "You know? How come you didn't tell me?" Anne didn't wait for an answer. She was so angry she slammed the phone down on the receiver. Anne lay in bed simmering for the next hour before she fell back to sleep.

IX

Anne was awakened by the ringing of her phone. She rolled over and looked at the clock, 9:35 Sunday morning. She wondered who was calling. She picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Anne, it's me," Jodi answered. "Anne, don't hang up!"

Jodi had perfectly figured Anne's response to her as Anne was about to do just that. "All right but this had better be good." Anne said he voice telling Jodi she was very sincere.

"Anne, I'm really sorry. I had no idea they were married until we got home. Well by that time, well, you know me, and, well," Jodi stammered trying to find the words to say.

"You're a slut!" Anne answered for her.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Jodi said in a resigned voice. Anne had never heard Jodi quite so apologetic sounding as she was just then. Had anyone else at any other time called her a slut and Jodi would have jumped on them with both feet. Anne knew by this that Jodi was willing to take whatever was given her.

"You're not a slut Jodi. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You're just impetuous and you just don't know how to say no."

"I know, you're right," Jodi agreed again in the same apologetic voice.

"Well, I'm to blame as much this time as you are. He was wearing a wedding ring and I completely missed it! I can't believe I did that. But, are you ready for this?" Anne asked.

"Sure, what?"

"That piece of paper they showed us," Anne started.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I took it from his pants when he wasn't looking just before I kicked him out. Do you want to know what it really is?"

"No." Jodi said.

"It's a student loan form for his daughter! The bastard showed us a piece of paper about his goddam daughter!"

"I guess it figures," Jodi said resigning herself to the facts. "Anne, I know you probably hate me now but would you go with me to the beach today? I just want someone to go with. I want to be left alone but I don't want to go alone, do you know what I mean.?" Jodi asked and waiting for the negative response she expected from Anne.

"I shouldn't ever trust you again you know Jodi," Anne said, some vehemence still in her voice.

"I know," Jodi said, "and I really am sorry."

"Jodi, you know something," Anne paused waiting for a reply.

"What?" Jodi asked sheepishly.

"If I didn't know you so well and if I didn't love you I'd hate your guts! Jodi, you're your own worst enemy, you know that?"

"I know. I get myself in these fixes all the time."

"Okay, I'll go to the beach with you," Anne replied.

"What?" Jodi asked somewhat in disbelief.

"I'll go to the beach with you today. We'll take my car. What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"How about in an hour?" Jodi asked.

"An hour?" Anne railed back, "Jodi, don't you ever take two hours to do anything?" Anne considered he question for a minute and quickly injected, "Never mind, don't answer that. I'm afraid of what I might hear." Anne heard Jodi laugh on the other end. Now they both felt better. "All right, give me a little over an hour and I'll be over there. I still have to get my coffee, I'll bring the Sunday paper with me and read it on the beach."

"Great," Jodi replied, "Don't forget your sunscreen. You blondes burn so easily and I don't want to have to take you to the hospital because you fry yourself."

"You just worry about you. I'll be fine," Anne said in a motherly fashion.

"Okay, see you in a while. You're the greatest Anne!" Jodi said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, sure," Anne said not believing a word of it.

X

Anne picked up Jodi just before eleven and they were at the beach by 11:45. They found a spot away from the main crowd an up towards the dunes. It was semi-secluded although there were a few people who were sunning themselves not too far away. Anne applied a liberal amount of sun block to her skin. Even though she hadn't been a blonde before she wasn't sure how her skin would react now that she had gotten her wish. "Oh that wish," Anne thought. She wondered how much it had affected her. Once she felt sufficiently covered in sun screen Anne lay down on her stomach. She fell asleep and woke up a little over an hour later. She looked around and saw that more people were lying on the beach in front of them now.

"Good, you're awake," Jodi said.

"Why, what's wrong?" Anne asked.

"Nothing, I'd just like to take a walk down the beach and I'd like you to go with me."

As much as she tried Anne could find nothing wrong with Jodi's suggestion. "All right. We need to talk anyway."

"I know," Jodi replied, "there are some things I want to ask you about."

Anne found her sandals and slipped them on and started walking down towards the surf. Jodi followed quickly behind. They headed down the beach where the largest portion of the crowd was. It was then that Anne thought of what was wrong with Jodi's plan. Just ahead she realized there would be lots of single men and she didn't want to have to deal with them today. "Jodi, I know what you're up to." Anne said accusingly.

"What?" Jodi replied innocently.

"You want to go for a walk because you know there'll be lots of men down here right?"

"Well, actually I hadn't thought of that but now that you mention it, yes, you're right, there will be!" Jodi said this with a bit of glee in her voice.

"Jodi, calm down your hormones. I don't need another repeat of last night."

"I know and that is one of the things I wanted to talk to you about," Jodi replied.

"Oh?"

"Yes, right after you called this morning I tossed Andy out the door too. I couldn't get back to sleep so I thought a lot about how I have been acting. I've really been very immature and I can't afford to be that way any more."

"That's for sure," Anne said sarcastically.

"I know, I deserved that. Anyway, from now on if either of us even suspects a man might be married we'll walk a country mile around him. But the other thing is Anne, and I don't want you to take this wrong, I still think you need to get out and enjoy the company of some good men."

"I plan to Jodi, just as I can find one."

"I know what you mean but you will. You're so pretty you're going to attract lots of single men, just wait and see."

"I think I can wait."

"Anne, if you put it off you might put off a guy who is perfect for you and that would really be a shame."

"Jodi, I just don't want to jump right into a relationship. I'm not ready for that yet. Can you understand that?"

"I do understand what you are saying but I'm saying you should at least date single guys, get out for a change."

"I will, I will Jodi, just don't push me."

"All right. Next time you go out with someone you will be the one who does the choosing, deal?" Jodi said this and stuck her hand out to Anne to shake.




The Wish



It was a warm summer evening. I was lying in bed, wearing only a pair of panties, hoping the fan blowing across my body would cool it off. I was alone for the night, with only my teddy bear, whom I named Honey Bear, for company. I kissed him on his nose, and said, "I wish you were real, I want to be held so bad right now." Kissing him again, I closed my eyes, cuddled up to him, and tried to sleep.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes as I felt something move in my arms. The teddy bear I was holding was moving around. Afraid, I dropped the toy on the floor next to the bed. I watched in amazement as it grew to over six feet tall and turned into a man. He had a long beard, shaggy hair, and was wearing blue boxer shorts, much the same as my stuffed bear.

"Wh...wh...who are you?" I stuttered.

"Your wish is my command, fair one," he answered in a deep voice. "I've been your stuffed bear for a long time now, and just couldn't bear to see you sad any longer. When you wished for me to be real, I couldn't say no to you. You are just too beautiful. For one night, I am yours."

I opened my arms to welcome him into my bed. He sat on the bed beside me and took me in his arms. It felt so good to hold him, and have him hold me back.

"I know," he said. "It feels good to be able to hold you back."

I was shocked. Did he read my mind, or did I say that out loud? I decided to test my theory and put an erotic thought in my head.

"Mm," he moaned in my ear. "I would love to give you pleasure tonight. I don't want you to do a thing except enjoy yourself. I told you when I came to life that your wish was my command. I know some of what you like, from watching you at night tease and please yourself."

I couldn't believe it! This handsome man was an answer to my wishes! I let go of him and looked into his eyes, afraid he was joking. He lifted one hand and caressed my face. 

"Please believe me, dear one," he said. "I am not joking. I want to make you happy tonight. Please lie back on the bed so that I may feast on your luscious treats."

He propped the pillows behind my head, then helped me to lie back. I could see the hunger and longing in his eyes as they traveled down to my painted toe nails and back up to my smile. He knelt between my legs and licked his lips. He reached up, and hooked my panties with a couple fingers and slowly peeled them down my body. He sighed with happiness as he saw my whole body revealed to him.

"I never imagined I would be here right now, doing this," he said.

I wiggled my bottom on the bed, feeling the effects of having a man gaze at me the way he was doing. I wondered how his hands would feel, touching me all over.

"Let's find out together," he answered.

He started with my feet, rubbing first the left then the right, moving up my legs. From my thighs, he went to my belly, then my arms. With a smile on his face, he used a finger and traced a line around each breast.

I sighed and shuddered at his touch. It had been awhile since someone else had touched me that way. It felt wonderful, but I wanted more.

"Anything for you, my dear one," he said, and lightly pinched my nipples. I moaned, and he pinched them harder, watching my face. He leaned over my body and took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned louder and wiggled more on the bed as he switched to my other nipple. I wondered how his mouth would feel licking my womanhood. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Your wish, my sweet one," he said as he kissed down my body, pausing to flick his tongue in my belly button, causing another loud moan.

He spread my legs wider, and licked his lips at the thought of the delectable treat waiting for him. He kissed one thigh then the other, working his way to the center of my body. He licked my lips slowly, parting them with his tongue. Deeper his tongue moved, dipping into the wetness within. He used the fingers from one hand to hold my lips open. He flicked my clit with his tongue and I cried out with pleasure. He inserted a finger and continued to lick and suck my clit.

My moans became louder as the feelings intensified. It was like a ball of light in the very center of my being. The more aroused I was, the brighter the light.

His fingers moved faster, and he lifted his head to see my face. My eyes were closed, intent on what was happening to me. I arched my back, and pinched my nipples. I couldn't believe the way he was making me feel.

"Is that the spot?" he asked, knowing the answer from my moans. "Oh, that is the spot. I love watching your face when you are close. You are so beautiful. And I love knowing that I am the one making you thrash around on the bed like this."

Please, please, I thought, I am so close. Make me scream with pleasure from my Honey Bear.

"Oh, sweet princess, I thought you would never ask." With that, he pumped his fingers deeper and faster. He attacked my clit with his mouth, sucking and licking my clit.

My moans became pants which became shouts of his name. The ball of light became so bright, it engulfed my entire body. My body stiffened, and I cried out from the intense feelings. I pushed my hips upward towards his face, trying to get more of my clit into his mouth. I came a second time from his ministrations. As I came a third time, I cried aloud and blacked out from the intense feeling.

When I awoke, it was morning. I was tucked into bed, with my teddy bear lying next to me. I wondered if it was all a dream. I stretched my arms and legs, and felt a slight pain as if my legs had been stretched out for a long time. I turned to face my bear, and noticed something around his mouth. When I touched it, it was wet, and I knew it wasn't a dream. 



The Wish



Thomas was disgruntled to say the least. His sex life wasn't the greatest in the world. He had watched lots of porn flicks and saw so many things he wanted to try, but he could never get his girlfriend Kate to experiment. He couldn't believe what a prude she was. All he wanted to do was spice up their love life a little and she wouldn't play ball. 

Kate was stunning to look at though. She had a figure that just wouldn't quit and long black hair. When she rode him, she would swish her hair across her ass so she could get more out of him. She seemed satisfied with the way things were, but Thomas still wished she were a little wilder. He would fantasize about taking her forcefully from behind, thrusting his rock hard manhood in her like a jack hammer. Her face would contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She would scream and cuss and encourage him to go harder as she rabidly tore at her plump and perky breasts with her right hand. Her left hand would firmly grip the arm of the couch as she bent over to get the full feel. When Thomas was ready to cum, she would stand straight up and hunker down on his throbbing mass grinding her ass on his crotch so Thomas would feel the exhilarating pain of having his dick bent backwards. He would cry out as he released inside her, making her gush and convulse in orgasm. Then she would whip around and lick his member clean so that he didn't have to wash it. That was only the beginning of his torrid and depraved fantasy. 

But she wouldn't even do that, let alone anything else. Thomas couldn't even get her to give him a blow job, and it wasn't for his lack of trying. He had even tried to push her head down there a time or two. That just gained him a slap to the face and a kick to the groin. He had often thought about dumping her and finding someone with a real wild streak, but alas, he loved her. She had always been there for him and she was the one he wanted to marry.

As he sat in the empty coffee house, drinking his triple latte, he daydreamed of watching Kate locked in a '69' position with some wanton slut they had picked up at the bar. 

"Can I help you with that?" a sultry voice called. Thomas zoned back in on a beautiful blonde woman sitting across from him. 

"What?" was all he could get out of his mouth. The lady smiled and pointed to his coffee. 

"Your coffee, do you need some help with it? You haven't touched it in like ten minutes. It's going to get cold." 

Thomas looked down at his, now cold, quarter cup of latte. He had to admit he wasn't very thirsty, but he decided to play it cool. 

"I like it cold, it wakes me up." He curled his mouth into a sly grin and winked at the stranger sitting across from him. He didn't know why, but every time he looked at her he got that familiar burning sensation in his jeans. 

"Well you could definitely use that, you were almost drooling on yourself." The lady leaned across the table as she spoke, giving Thomas a full view of the top of her ample breasts. The leather corset she was wearing pushed them together hard enough that Thomas figured he couldn't even get an atom between them. 

"I'm Sasha, what's your name?" 

Thomas caught himself staring at her cleavage and blushed as he leaned back. Sasha smiled knowing full well what he had been looking at. 

"Thomas, Thomas Fry," Thomas blurted out, wincing as he talked. He didn't try to sound so corny, but the whole James Bond thing was more of a natural reflex than anything else.

"Well, Thomas, what were you thinking so fondly of earlier?" 

Thomas looked around nervously, he had hoped he hadn't sported wood while fantasizing, but sometimes he couldn't help it. His imagination had taken on a life of its own. 

"Nothing, just thinking about my girlfriend." Thomas put stress on the "girlfriend" part, he wasn't about to cheat on Kate, and he wanted Sasha to know that. 

"A girlfriend, huh, serious?" Sasha said as she leaned further across the table. Her breath smelled like mint, and the rest of her smelled of strawberries. 

"I would never do anything to hurt her, if that's what you mean..." Thomas leaned back ready to leave his seat if she got any closer. 

Sasha frowned as she spoke, "I doubt that. I think you just want her to enjoy it when you do hurt her." Thomas scowled at the lady as she encroached on his personal space. 

"Look lady, you don't even know me, and you are getting a little too close for comfort here. Why don't you man-bash some other poor sucker. One that can't see that you're a slut." Thomas' remark came as he stood up from the table. He turned and started towards the door of the coffee bar. He didn't have to take this crap from anyone. 

"I can help you, that is, if you want me to." Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas caught Sasha's profile as she leaned across the table. She wiggled her crossed legs so that her perfect ass jiggled in her black leather pants. She was looking down and letting her hair cascade around her face. Her curly blonde locks almost glowed, even in the low light of the coffee bar. 

"Well, I doubt you can, you don't even know what my problem is," Thomas turned back towards her and put his smuggest face on. The girl just didn't know when to stop. 

"Sure I do, your girlfriend, Kate? She won't do any kinky stuff. You aren't satisfied with your sex life and you want her to be wilder." 

Thomas moved closer, cautiously, "How did you know my girlfriend's name? That wasn't anything I told you?" Thomas searched his memory to make sure he was right about that statement. 

"I know a great many things, I know you're only four inches...hard, it's enough for Kate and it curves the right way, but she hopes someday you'll get it extended or invest in a pump or something. You want her to be "no-holds-barred" and want to do all the wanton bullshit that you see on those porn tapes," Sasha stood up and faced Thomas. She was standing close enough that her breasts were brushing his chest. Thomas felt his dick get hard as the thoughts of her breasts pushed against him rushed through his twisted mind. "And yes...they are real," Sasha said as she smiled at Thomas. 

Thomas blushed as he took a step back from the beauty standing in front of him. "So how can you help me?" Thomas asked sarcastically. He had to hear this. 

"I have this little secret...I'm a genie," Sasha stepped close to Thomas again. He tried not to look down as her hand brushed his bulge. "Anything you want, you can have, but be careful, everything I give you is to the letter and permanent. No take backs." 

Thomas laughed, this was unbelievable -- she had to be setting him up. Thomas' eyes rolled in his head as Sasha caressed his throbbing member. She was still on the outside of his jeans, but it felt like her hand was caressing the very flesh of the thing. "St...stop it!" Thomas pushed Sasha back and turned away, he wanted her, but he was not going to cheat on Kate. Anger swept over him as the notion that she might have set him up to test him. 

"Well? What do you say?" Thomas could feel Sasha's hand running the length of his back. "You're a genie? Right, okay, then sure, I'm game," Thomas spat out sarcastically. He couldn't figure out what this part of the game meant, but he thought he would play along to see what the hell was going on. 

"What do you want?" Sasha's hand ran down Thomas' back to his ass, where she firmly planted a swat. 

"I wish I had a bigger dick..." Thomas mused as he turned to face the "genie." 

"How much bigger?" Sasha asked with a serious expression on her face. "Remember, I'm exact..." Sasha smiled as Thomas thought. She could read what was going in his head, and she loved every minute of it. 

"Eight inches long and an inch and a half in diameter," Thomas crossed his arms as he spoke. 

"Done," Sasha moved her hand to Thomas's crotch, her hand felt like ice even through his jeans. Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation between his legs. It felt like he was getting a hard on, but it was different; he looked down as Sasha started to unbutton his jeans. They were almost getting to tight to bear in the crotch region. 

Sasha squatted as she pulled Thomas' pants to his knees. The opening in his boxers moved to the side as his little buddy started to peek out. Sasha wrapped her lips around the head of Thomas' growing member and rubbed her tongue against it. Thomas' breath shortened as he watched his penis get larger and larger. It throbbed with power as Sasha sucked on it. She took her mouth off of it and smiled at Thomas. 

"Is that better?" She said as she teased the tip with her tongue. Thomas reached down and stroked it. He couldn't believe his eyes. It began to go soft as he stared at it. It didn't shrink, just went limp. "Now, you have to be careful, and make sure you tuck it down, you don't want to break it or anything. Thomas stuffed his newly enlarged manhood down the right side of his pants as he pulled them up. He grinned at the large bulge that accompanied his right leg in his pants. 

Sasha stood up again and grinned. "Anything else?" she said as she licked her index finger. Thomas thought of a million and one things that he wanted to wish for, but when it came right down to it, there was really only one thing he wanted. He eagerly nodded to Sasha and blurted out his next wish, 

"I wish Kate was more of an animal in bed!" Sasha stared at Thomas for a minute. A small undetectable grin flashed across her face as she laughed on the inside. 

"Are you sure that's what you want?" 

Thomas looked confused, "Yeah, I'm sure, why?" 

Sasha smiled, "Okay, done." Sasha traced her wet index finger across her cleavage. "So do you want to take me home to meet this Kate or what?" Sasha stepped closer to Thomas and stroked his new found glory. Thomas closed his eyes and instinctively reached around to Sasha's ass, pulling her even closer. She leaned her head back as he brought his down. Their faces were so close that a card would have a hard time fitting between. Sasha wrapped her hand around the back of Thomas' head and pulled him to her. Their mouths opened simultaneously and they kissed each other deeply. Sasha's eyes turned black as she began the process of receiving payment for her services. Her grip tightened on the back of Thomas' head and as they kissed, she began to inhale deeply. Thomas didn't notice. His manhood was thinking for him at the moment. Thomas didn't even notice as his soul left his body. He didn't care. He belonged to her and would do her bidding now. 

"Yeah, I think I do." Thomas replied to the previous question. Sasha smiled and started for the door. Thomas followed without a word

Kate was starting to worry; Thomas had been gone for far too long. She knew he had been frustrated lately, but she knew he wouldn't cheat on her. She sat impatiently watching TV. She decided that she must be coming down with something because she felt strange, and it had just hit her five minutes ago. She really didn't understand the way she felt. She wasn't tired or anything, much the opposite, she was wired. She couldn't sit still, and other than the nagging pain in her back. She felt better than she ever had before. What worried her though, were the torrid thoughts that ran through her mind, and the pleasurable burning in her dewy oyster. She had to stop herself from masturbating about every half second. She had never been this horny. The thoughts that ran through her head were disturbing. Chains, whips, hooks, needles and women fueled Kate's desire. She had also notice that she was starting to hear things. She swore she heard her next-door neighbor talking, as if he were right next to her, but there was no one around. 

As she tried to deal with all of this, she didn't even notice her hand creeping down her stomach until it was too late. Instinct drove her as she rubbed her swollen clit. Her free hand tore at the t-shirt she was wearing, trying desperately to get to her breasts. She stopped pleasing herself just long enough to strip down and start again. She lay on the couch rubbing every inch of her body. She felt so alive that it was driving her crazy. She couldn't string a thought together that didn't involve sticking something deep inside of her. Any hole would do. 

Through her wanton passion, she heard the front door open. Kate jumped up, ready to attack Thomas for making her wait this long to fuck him. But Thomas didn't come through the door, instead, a striking woman wearing a black corset and black leather pants strolled into the apartment. 

"Thomas wasn't lying, you are lovely." 

Kate was shocked. She ran back to the couch and grabbed her clothes. "Don't do that on my account, I would rather have you naked." 

Kate couldn't figure out how this woman got right behind her so quickly or how she got undressed either. Kate's knees almost buckled under the heavy burden of her new passion as the lady pressed herself against Kate's back. Kate felt her own ass push back into the stranger's crotch, wanting something that was not there. 

"Who...are...you...?" Kate whimpered as the stranger started to rub her breasts. No answer came, the strangers ice cold hands slithered their way to Kate's soaked vagina. Kate squealed with delight as she felt the cold fingers enter her. She stood straighter so that she could feel the full measure of her assailant's body. 

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" the stranger whispered in Kate's ear. Kate could only shake her head in response the throes of ecstasy were coursing through her soul.

"Listen to me very carefully, your husband has abandoned you, he stands on the other side of the door. He is to blame for your current malady. And soon, it will only get worse. I have his soul for what he has done, but I also need his life. He wants nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I told him to wait for me to summon, if you agree to kill him, you and I can be together forever. Deny me and I will take your soul as well, leave you to your fate, and make you my pet." 

The stranger's voice was cold and stern. Though she was in the middle of orgasm, Kate heard every word clearly and precisely. The stranger's touch was a drug that Kate was already addicted to and she believed every word spoke. "Yes," was the only reply she could give, she quickly turned on her beautiful stranger and looked deep into her eyes. Black pools of nothingness stared back at her. She found it quite erotic. 

"I am Sasha, your servant and master in one. Now let's take care of your husband shall we?" 

Kate stood for a second and frowned, "how am I going to kill him? With my bare hands?" she ran her index finger up Sasha's slit. It was juicy and ripe, and every ounce of Kate's being wanted to bury her face in it. 

"With what he will put you through that is precisely what you will do," Sasha smiled as she kissed Kate on the lips. She kissed her deeply and long, taking special care not to take her new servants soul. "Thomas, she's ready for you," Sasha said as she again started to finger Kate. 

Kate moaned and leaned against her new love. She wanted no more of Thomas. This woman would be her life and dreams for the rest of her days. Thomas stalked through the door rubbing his crotch. "Go to the bed, strip, and jack off while she walks to you. Thomas followed the instructions to the letter. Kate, surprised and entranced by the large object that now stood erect between her former fiancé's legs, sauntered over to take a closer look. The closer she got to the bed, the hornier she became. Her blood felt as if it burned as it coursed through her veins. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. She leaned on the bedpost a bit and rubbed her clit. It was painfully swollen and begged for release. She looked at the man she used to love. An empty feeling grew within her as she looked him over. She had no idea what Sasha meant by what she said. But a burning anger started to fill the pit left by the dissipating love. 

She climbed on the bed quickly, the sight her prey's large endowment had worked her into frenzy. Thomas grabbed Kate and tried to force her under him, but she pinned his arms against the bed. She lowered herself onto the throbbing tower that she knew he didn't have yesterday, until it filled her completely. The burning in her blood became more intense as she began to ride him hard and slow. 

Sasha walked behind the bed and wrapped two silken scarves around Thomas's hands. She then tied him to the bedpost. She smiled as he grimaced in pain. 

"I told you to be careful. I'm always word for word," Sasha said with a wry grin. She looked at Kate as she caressed Thomas' face. Kate screamed in blissful agony as Thomas ripped deep within her. Her body numbed and she felt strange sensations wash over her. Eyes closed, she began to rub her breasts, and to her surprise they had started to grow. She also noticed that her skin felt rough and scaly. 

She quickly opened her eyes and saw only heat. Her screams became raspy hisses of pure rage. Thomas looked in horror as Kate's mouth widened and her lips disappeared. Her hair lengthened and began to brush his legs. Her tongue forked in her mouth and began to flick randomly. Her skin puckered and became serpent scales. Her teeth jutted down from her new jaw and sharpened into long points. A slimy tail thrashed about behind her, growing rapidly.

Kate's mind raced as the transformation took place. Now she understood what Sasha had been talking about. Rage filled her heart as she hissed her displeasure. Her fingers lengthened and her fingernails grew hard and sharp. She felt her spine elongate and jut out of her back. Her tail stopped thrashing and she found that she could control it with her thoughts. Her ankles locked and her feet and toes grew into hind talons. Scales continued to wash over her body, making her skin black and shiny. 

"This is what you wanted isn't it Thomas? Wasn't that your wish?" Sasha mused as she watched his horror grow. 

"You made a wish and this is what you asked for?" Kate asked in her hiss. Orgasm swept across her body, racking her with pleasure. Not thinking she bit herself, blood poured from the wounds in her mouth and ran down her throat. It was sweet and thick like a chocolate shake, and she found she yearned for more. 

"I just wanted her to be a little kinkier Mistress," Thomas shrieked as he tried to wriggle free. Kate licked him with her rough forked tongue. 

"You want kink? I'm now happy to oblige." Kate moved her tail up underneath her and wedged it between Thomas' ass cheeks. He cried out as the tip of her tail forced its way into his asshole, pushing hard and probing deep. "Is that kinky enough for you lover?" Thomas writhed in pain as Kate's tail forced itself further and further up his anal cavity. 

"Sasha, please, help me..." Thomas wailed. He looked at her with horror filled eyes. "I did help you; I gave you everything you wanted. What more could you ask for. You have a bigger penis and your girlfriend is more of animal in bed." 

Kate laughed at Sasha's last comment. She took her index finger and slashed it down Thomas' sternum. Blood began to slowly ooze from the wound. Kate leaned over and licked the wound with her tongue. It made her crave more. 

"Now is the time Kate, let it be done," Sasha commanded. Sasha came around the side of the bed and caressed Kate's scale covered body. Kate hissed with delight as her Mistress pet her. She quickly pulled Thomas' length out from inside her. Her new rough hide ripped the skin from the towering mass, making it bleed with each throb. 

"How shall I do it Sasha? How do you want to see him die?" Sasha reeled at the question. No one had ever asked her that before. No one had ever cared about what she wanted. The only time people cared about what she wanted was after she had taken her payment for their wishes. 




The Wish



Sometimes stories take on a life of their own. Such was the case with this tale. Still, the formation of it took a bit longer and it lingered in my head for quite awhile. 

I hope that I have corrected it thoroughly enough to be enjoyable though I fear that only one read since writing it will prove to be a mistake. Just the same, I am ready to move on. So, it is presented as it is, mistakes and all. 

Disclaimer: Those wishing for a heavily sexed story should look elsewhere. I intended this story to be erotic without mention of sex except as a cursory affair. 

*

All his life he had been marked as an oddity. He was only seven years of age when he first found interest in taxidermy, sparking commentary from adults (friends of his parents) that he was a bit off. It was not until he reached the age of ten that his father began to agree with his friends. 

At twelve years of age Roger found interest in his mother's doll collection. And, while his father was determined to interest him in other things, his mother fully indulged him. By the time he was eighteen he had a rather extensive collection of rare and beautiful dolls. 

Despite his "odd" interest in dolls, Roger had also exhibited a rather fond interest in medicine. For this his father was quite relieved. Much money and several years later, Roger Young became a doctor. Only five years after his graduation he found himself working for a firm that specialized in reconstructive and cosmetic surgery. After five more years he moved on to open his own practice. 

It was shortly after graduation from medical school that his father passed. Despite the hostility that he felt towards his father Roger wept openly at his father's funeral. All of his life Roger had been desperate for his approval. Unfortunately, Roger's odd interests, especially in dolls, had placed a huge wedge in his relationship with his father. It was only when Roger entered medical school that he received a modicum of approval from his father. Truth be told, his father would have been less than pleased to know that it was his interest in taxidermy, combined with his obsession with dolls, that had driven him into the medical profession. And so, his father passed, never fully approving of his son. 

It was August when he met Kaitlin. She was a twenty-six year old bank teller at a local bank. When she walked into his office he was smitten - truly. Never before had he met a woman who so stoked his fire as Kaitlin managed. She was five feet tall, petite, muscular and well proportioned. Her golden hair hung, wavy and full, nearly to her waist while framing her face in delicate fashion. Most striking, however, were her full red lips and small upturned nose. 

During the interview Roger vowed that, despite her wants, he would do anything he could to preserve this natural beauty. She had wanted larger breasts and smaller lips. Cringing at the thought of such an alteration Roger fought with his mind to find the words that would convince her of the error of her requests. He was unable. She left his office determined to find another who would do as she wished. 

Three weeks later she was in his office again. "I'm sorry Miss Baum, I will not make any alterations to you" he told her upon her entering his office. A few moments later he found that he was being asked out by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen - a woman fifteen years his junior. 

That night, over dinner, he discovered that she, too, had an obsession to dolls. It was this obsession, she confessed, that had driven her to his office, wishing to be more like her favorite doll, Tina. For the first time, Roger felt that he had found someone, other than his mother, who might not find his obsession strange. Later that night, when he dropped her at her door, she asked if she might kiss him. Six weeks later they married. 

They had been married for nearly a year when Roger lost his mother. His mother had been his only true friend and there was little that Kaitlin could do to console him. Still, she tried, having undergone a similar loss in her parents some years earlier. They cried together that night - he for his loss and she for his pain. 

Nearly a year had gone by since his mother's passing. Roger found himself passing in and out of "blue moods" and unable to concentrate on his patients. And so, rather than continue on in something that for which he had lost passion, he sold his practice for a substantial sum. Later that year he purchased a house in the flatlands of Montana. 

During this time Kaitlin did what she could to comfort Roger. It was difficult for her to watch him grieve but she understood. Shortly after their move he began to show his old face. 

Upon arrival at their new home, Kaitlin was overjoyed. Roger had purchased a house larger than anything she had ever hoped for. And, though their previous home had been spacious, it was nothing like the one in which they now lived. Most exciting to her was the large room that he had set aside to house their doll collection complete with an adjoining workshop where he could make and repair their precious dolls. 

They had been in their new home for nearly six months when Roger began to "get the itch" to begin helping people again. And so they began construction on a small office beside, and attaching to, their home. It was finished and fully stocked within only four months. Kaitlin, seeing her husband get "back in gear", was happier than she could remember ever being. 

They were sitting together, eating dinner. They were speaking of things of today and yesterday, exchanging jokes and anecdotes when she suggested that she might find something to do with her time, " a job perhaps." Roger was irate, standing over his bride screaming at the top of his lungs, anger seething at the suggestion she made. In another moment he had fled, crying, into the doll room. She found him curled up in a ball, weeping. Such was their life for the next few weeks. Any suggestion could send him into a rage that would be followed by an uncontrollable fit of tears. She cried as often as he, fearing that he might be losing his mind. 

It was October. Trees were shedding the remnants of the warmer months in spectacular colors. Kaitlin was staring out the window when she felt a warm hand on her back. A kiss, delicate and soft on her ear turned her attentions to him. He was smiling - apologizing. "I've been somewhere that I need never be...not with you" he told her. "I know that now. I'm sorry." 

November was received with a blanket of snow. Sounds of delight filled his ears as he watched her burst, naked, out the door and into the cold snow. Shaking his head, he snatched a blanket from off of the couch and ran after her, hoping to keep his bride from catching her death in the cold. 

She spun into his arms at her capture, wrapping herself around him. Making love in the snow, he found, was both satisfying and exciting. It also was a perfect way to share a cold. 

It was Christmas day. Sitting in front of their tree and bundled in the clothes of winter was Kaitlin. Along with her present to him, a handmade antique porcelain doll, she had given him a "Get Anything You Want, Free" card. It was presented with a grin and purse of the lips. "I'll use this. Just be prepared for the worst," he told her. 

For his part, he presented her with a similar porcelain doll. Upon looking at it she was stunned. The doll was the spit and image of Kaitlin. For long and long she stared at it, eyes welling with tears. Then, just as he thought to ask her if something was wrong, she flung herself into his arms and smothered him with kisses and whispering words of love in his ears. 

Later, after the thrall of Christmas was in the past and the mess had been cleaned, they put their dolls in the doll room, hers in a glass cabinet that he had made purchased for her doll. "How did you know?" she asked him. Saying nothing, he pulled him to her and made love to her on the floor where they fell. 

For much of the winter they kept very close company. The roads leading to civilized society were muddy and rough and so they were loath to leave their home. In fact, since Roger had stocked the house with every necessity, there was little need to leave their house except for some odd want - like the "Bon-bons" she found herself wanting. 

As spring found it's way into the cool Montana air she found that Roger was becoming pensive. She had begun to worry that he was slipping into a state of depression, as he had before. It was not to be and, in fact, his pensiveness was well justified considering what he was about to share with her. 

They had just finished dinner and were sitting on the couch basking in the warmth of the fireplace. He seemed to be a million miles away. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked. 

Tilting his head he looked at her. After pursing his lips and thinking for a moment he began to tell her of a secret want that he had always had. It was not a long tale except in the telling. For, he was afraid that she might react to this as his father had reacted to his interests in dolls and taxidermy. Then, he confided in her that the only reason for his interest in medicine was in being able to create his own "dolls" through the surgery that he performed on his patients. And then he asked the question that had been on his mind for the last few days, fearing that she might recoil from him. 

Kaitlin thought for a moment. True, she found his request odd. Still, there were many other people who engaged in far stranger activities, many of which were actually harmful. His request could hardly be considered harmful. And so, Kaitlin agreed to his request, demanding the "Get Anything You Want, Free" card in return for her cooperation in his odd request. Smiling, he complied. 

They were in the spare bedroom. Around her the room was covered in sheets. She was standing on a black pedestal wearing nothing but black buckled shoes. At his request she had shaved her entire body of hair. All that remained was the hair on her head. Her stomach was grumbling, unhappy that she had eaten nothing for the last twenty-four hours. "This is going to take quite a while and I don't want any interruptions. Besides, it might make things messy" he told her. 

At her feet was Roger, kneeling and preparing his "special mix" and making certain that his brushes and spray gun was in order. And then it began. 

His first task was to cover her shoes with tape and newspaper. Once her shoes were covered he began spraying her with the cool substance. The first blast of the cool substance was a shock that gave her goose bumps. However, as he moved from her feet to her legs she found it to be strangely erotic. In short order, using short and swift blasts, he had both of her legs covered with the substance. 

Roger looked up at her, smiling as he slipped a thin piece of highly polished metal between the slit of her sex. As she began to ask what he was doing he began his work again, coating her sex. I want you too look like a doll – but not completely" he smiled at her. 

Then he turned his attention to her posterior. Again, he placed a similar piece of metal between the cheeks of her bottom. Unlike the other piece, this had a small protrusion or knob that slipped inside of her, making her wince. Then, he pulled the piece to the left, prying her cheeks apart, and began spraying her anew. Once he was satisfied that her right buttock had dried he repeated the process with the other cheek. 

She was quite uncomfortable with this, never having had anything enter her this way, but she endured, reminding herself that she loved him and that she would only have to endure this intrusion for a short while. More, she admitted to herself that she enjoyed being painted with whatever it was that he was painting her with. Besides, it was a "Get ANYTHING You Want, Free" card. 

Once he began work on her upper body he had her pushed her hair into a rubber cap. Glad for the cap, she pushed her golden hair under the cap as best she could. 

Two hours later he was complete. He had been meticulous, making certain to lift her breasts slightly so as not to make them stick to her body when they dried. And when he painted her face he gave her special lenses to place over her eyes so they would not be painted shut. Then, he painted each eyelid with a small brush. Her ears, nose and lips, too, were given special attention. 

Once complete he rolled a large mirror in front of her so that she could see herself. She was shiny and appeared to be entirely made of a light blue plastic. Even the white rubber cap over her hair did not detract from the appearance of her being a plastic doll. She shivered at the vision, excited. 

After she had gotten a good look he wheeled the mirror away. As he began cleaning his tools she ran her plastic covered hands over her body, shivering at the feeling. Then she wondered if his request were as strange as her reaction to what he had done. 

"We aren't finished yet, pet" he told her. 

She was curious at what more he could do and what he was now spraying on her. And then she realized that she had to use the bathroom quite badly. 

"I have a catheter for that" he told her. "It will ruin everything if we don't use it" 

Reluctantly, she agreed. This she did not find sensual or exciting in any way. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing being fit with the catheter. Furthermore, she was worried about the sanitary aspects of being fit with a catheter on such an occasion. Still, he was a doctor and he knew what he was doing. And so, minutes later, her bladder was emptied into a small bag and he was resuming his work. 

It was long and tedious. Her feet hurt from the constant standing. Still, she did not move. Fortunately, the second process was much faster. He was more skilled and, apparently, this process required much less time. It was only a half an hour until he was painting her face again, first with the spray gun and then with a brush. And then, after only another half hour he announced that he was finished and she was dry. 

This time, before wheeling the large mirror into her sight, he let her hair down, spraying it with a light mist. Then, he stepped aside and brought the mirror to her. Immediately she shivered, the sight of herself beautiful and surreal. She felt a surge that both frightened and excited her. 

For long and long she stared at the strange image reflected in the mirror. To all outward appearances she was a porcelain figure. Her body, covered as it was, appeared to have no life. Her cheeks, carefully painted, were brightly colored in a lovely shade of pink. The most striking feature, however, were her lips. These he had painted in a crisp crimson that shone in the light. And when her hair was finally let down she appeared as perfect as any doll she had ever seen. 

From the corner of her eye she saw Roger. He had departed the room, while she stared at her image, to return with a silk dress. She said nothing as he pulled the dress over her arms and fastened it to her frame. A moment later she was staring again, wondering at what she had become – a porcelain doll, ready to be encased in glass, never touched – admired always - a piece of art. 

He snapped numerous pictures of her before allowing her free movement again. Truth be told she was somewhat reticent to move, wishing to hold this moment of perfection. Still, her feet were sore and she was quite tired from her long hours of standing stock-still. Reluctantly, she finally stepped from the platform. 

After resting for a bit she found that Roger had prepared her a small meal of fruits with the accompaniment of fine champagne. This was to "celebrate the moment," he told her, "when you became a living piece of art." 

Later, as the sun began its descent from the sky, they removed themselves to the doll room. Again, he snapped numerous pictures of her, telling her how beautiful she looked. Eventually, they removed her fine silk dress and, finding her "new skin" still intact, made love on the floor in front of their collection. 

It was morning when they awoke. Light shone into the doll room from a window in a nearby window. Her "new skin" had degraded and she no longer had the appearance of a doll. Instead, they were sad to see, she looked as if she were suffering the results of sunburn all over her body. Despite that disappointment, they had quite the time removing her "new skin", finding it sensual and arousing. 

Over the next few months they would re-enact this scene several times. From time to time Roger would incorporate a slightly different technique to bring about a more thorough doll-like appearance. One time he even managed to coat her body with a substance that hardened somewhat, bringing about a stunning illusion that captivated them both. It was abandoned rather quickly, however, as her skin reacted to it in a negative fashion. 

She was never happy with the catheter, though she accepted it as a necessary evil. She even grew to find the small intrusion of her rectum, when he separated her buttocks, rather pleasant. She surprised him one night by incorporating it into their lovemaking. Never had they felt so close as they did at this moment. 

One day, as she was thumbing through the pages of a lingerie catalog she spied a silk body stocking. Upon showing it to Roger he was quite enthusiastic and suggested she order several. He had an idea, he told her, for when he next made her into a doll. Six weeks later, the stockings arrived. 

After dinner that night, she modeled one of the stockings for him. She had thought that she might pique his ardor with the stockings. Instead she piqued his curiosity as to how to best use the stockings for his plan - a plan that he kept secret, telling her that he did not want to ruin the surprise. She was a bit disappointed in his reaction, though this sort of thing was to be expected considering his previous comments about the stocking. 

The next few days found him in his study. He had purchase several books on various topics, all of which she ignored. She preferred to reap the benefits of his research to understanding it. 

Finally, after much reading he was ready. He had purchased several items and a few odd smelling concoctions. What he planned for she was unsure of. He would only tell her that, this time, when he turned her into a doll, they would be able to enjoy it much longer than they had before. She grinned, wondering at his plan. 

It was morning. The sky was overcast and rain fell in the distance. Cool air flowed through the house, a welcome relief from the heat of summer. Looking out the window she watched the rain as it swirled. 

A voice, distant and muffled was calling to her. It was Roger. It was time for her transformation his voice was telling her. And so she slipped out of her clothes and headed into the "new skin" room. 

He smiled and kissed her as he handed her the body stocking, instructing her to "Get dressed". She eyed him, mocking his words. The stocking was hardly clothing to "get dressed" in. After slipping on the body stocking she could see that there had been a few adjustments. There were silk seams where there had been none before and it fit quite a bit more snuggly. "I want to get every detail right," he told her. 

Once the body stocking was properly situated on her form she stepped up onto the "doll making platform". As she took her place on the platform she noticed that a few changes had been made to it. A tall post, ending in a neck rest and a neoprene strap, was attached to the back of the platform. Also, there were two shorter posts, ending in flat bars shaped like a "U", extending from near the front of the platform and spaced slightly wide of where her body stood. 

Her questioning look garnered the explanation that this process would be quite different from before. She would probably find it difficult to hold her hands up when he applied his plan and it would be likely that her balance would suffer as well. He knew better than she so she did not argue. 




The Wish



Tina smoothed a shining waterfall of dark auburn hair away from her face. Her family had always been different, she mused as she applied blush to her pale cheeks. They had always known things like who was calling before the phone would ring. She surveyed herself in the mirror and decided that a little rosy gloss on her full lips couldn't hurt. She'd never had to wear much make-up to enhance her beauty. At 5' 9" she was fairly tall for a woman and her round ass and bountiful 38DD breasts guaranteed that she got the full attention of every male present when she entered a room. Sometimes that was more trouble than it was worth. Looking out the window at the rapidly setting sun, Tina realized she would have to hurry if she wanted to get to work. A sad frown deformed her beautiful lips only fleetingly before she schooled her expression into the mask of smoldering sensuality she would use on stage. She was lonely. Sometimes her looks made her unapproachable. She stood and adjusted the corset over her billowy-sleeved silky blouse. Her ankle length slim black skirt was slit high up both sides to reveal glimpses of lace at the tops of her stockings. Her costume was perfectly completed by a pair of thigh-high stiletto boots.

Tina went to the back door and called out to her babies, a matched pair of snow white Great Pyrenees. They lumbered in the door more like lazy hippopotamus than the fierce guard dogs people seemed to think they were. She made sure that food and water bowls were full before locking up and walking out to her truck. It was a 3/4 ton 25 year-old Chevy that had seen better days but she loved it anyway.

It was a warm night with just a hint of fall chill on the breeze. Her mind wandered as she drove the few short blocks to the little bar where she sang. She pulled into a spot not far from the back door. Tony would have the door open for her. As she turned around to shut and lock the door, she paused for a moment to watch a shooting star arch through the night sky. She felt a little silly and childish as she wished for love. She wanted a man to master her yet who was strong enough to be mastered; a man who could melt her cynical heart and inflame the passion in her body. Tina rolled her eyes and thought she might as well ask that he understand her secret gift and have an enormous dick at the same time.

Tina greeted the bartender with a genuine smile when he slid an icy bottle of corona across the gleaming wood of the bar. Adam was a great guy and she cared for him deeply but while he was amazing in bed, they both knew their relationship would never be more than great sex between friends. She would be honestly happy for him if he ever found the right girl. Patrons started drifting into the bar. It was the usual mix of blue and white-collar workers from the nearby heavy machine factory and a few local college kids. Starting with a slow sexy blues number, Tina wound her way through the tables toward the stage where she would work her magic. Adam always sold more drinks when she got the customers a little hot under the collar, thinking about what they wanted to do to her instead of paying attention to how much they were drinking. He said she had a real gift, not knowing how close he came to the truth. She opened a little corner of her mind to the crowd. She could hear their thoughts and in a limited way nudge them in the direction she wanted.

Tina sang a few songs, weaving her spell over the room. All eyes were on her as she swayed and let the last note trail off like smoke. The men clapped and headed off to the restroom and up to the bar as she finished her set. She headed up to retrieve her own drink and talk to Adam before she started her next set. She scanned the room and felt her breath catch in her throat when she locked eyes with the most attractive man she had ever seen. "I think I might leave early tonight, honey." she murmured to Adam who had seen her reaction to the handsome stranger. The man had wavy black hair that fell well past his massive shoulders and a very kissable mouth framed by a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. Her eyes roamed down his wide chest and she blushed as she wondered if the rest of him was as sinfully beautiful as the parts she could see above the little table in the shadows at the far side of the bar.

The room seemed to shrink as he stood up and approached the bar. Her mouth literally watered at the sight of him. He had to be nearly 6' 6" and his crisp white shirt was tucked into dark carpenter style jeans. Heat flooded her face and her nipples tightened visibly within her silky blouse. She was amazed at her reaction to this stranger and when she heard his thoughts of "You like what you see?'" echo inside her head she fanned her face with a laminated menu. He was a cocky one! She thought t herself, "Of course I Iike what I see. I'd like to see a lot more! The stranger stopped in his tracks, moss and honey colored eyes widened in shock as he heard her last thought. He had never known anyone who shared his telepathic gift. Tina gasped in surprise when she realized what had happened. She decided to try to deliberately send him a thought telling him that she would sing one more set and then they needed to talk.

The gorgeous stranger nodded almost imperceptibly and ordered another Crown on the rocks. Adam waited for the man to return to his table before asking Tina, "Are you ok?". She wasn't sure exactly how she felt except that she had never been so instantly attracted to another person before. "Im fine honey.", she replied silkily as she flicked her eyes to the gorgeous mountain of a man across the room. "Just found something I would rather be doing right now." Adam pretended to pout but quickly grinned and poured two shots of tequila. "You sure? You aren't exactly the type to take a stranger home." Tina gulped down the burning liquid and kissed his cheek. "I'll call you in the morning so you don't worry. Ok?"

She turned around and strolled to the stage with all the feline grace of a panther. Her mind opened to the room again and she used all the information she gleaned from the thoughts of the customers to play to their fantasies. She put her palms on a table and leaned forward a little, letting one man catch a glimpse of her lacy bra and the valley between her breasts. Another man wondered if she was wearing panties so she lifted one foot up to rest on the lower rung of a barstool. She teased him even more when she ran a fingertip over the lace top of her stocking and the silky flesh above, never quite going far enough to show him what he wanted to see. She finished her last song and smiled warmly. Every man in the room knew that smile was for him.

Tina went back up to the bar to see what kind of tips she had made when she felt the stranger's mind reach out to her again. A picture flashed through her mind of his lips burning a path from her lips to her jaw and down the delicate skin of her throat to her collarbone. Her heart thudded in her chest and heat flushed her cheeks and the exposed curves of her breasts. She caught the stranger's intense gaze and got her own little bit of revenge by sending him the image of her lips kissing his palm and the pad of each long blunt finger before sucking the tip of his index finger into her mouth. She was rewarded with a sexy, lopsided grin as he shifted to ease the pressure of his throbbing cock against the fly of his jeans. Tina almost giggled, thinking that this thought sharing thing could be fun.

Not exactly steady on her feet, Tina hugged Adam goodbye and escaped out the back door to her truck knowing the stranger was already on his way around the building. She leaned back against the driver side door letting the cool steel leach the desperate heat from her body. She could feel him coming nearer before she saw him round the corner on a large motorcycle. He slowed the rumbling machine to a stop just a few feet away and she noticed his incredibly powerful thighs as he stepped off the bike and strode purposefully toward her.

"My name is Dan." he said in a smooth baritone just before he caught her wrists over her head and held them against the cab of the truck with one large hand. the other hand burned a path down her ribs and cupped her generous ass. His mouth captured hers in a breath-stealing kiss while he angled her hips so she could fee the full length of his huge throbbing erection. He growled into her mouth and kissed her as if he wanted to devour her. Tina's breath came in ragged pants as she broke the kiss and rested her cheek against the hard planes of his muscular chest. Dan released her wrists though she only lowered them far enough to steal around his neck. She closed her eyes and tried to slow down her pounding heart, the clean masculine scent of him only making her heart race faster.

When she was a little calmer she looked up into his ruggedly handsome face. "I don't usually pick up strangers and invite them home with me." she murmured quietly. Dan tangled his hand in her coppery hair and tried to put his spinning thoughts into some kind of order. "Well, I've never been able to share my thoughts with another person." he returned with a boyish grin. Her nipples tightened into almost painful little buds against his abdomen as he sent her the image of his tongue slowly sliding down the valley between her breasts. "I don't live far from here." she gasped when his hand slid up her ribs to cup the fullness of her breast, his thumb grazing over the hard little nub. "I'll follow you." he spoke in a low velvet voice against her neck as he nuzzled the hollow below her ear. Tina reached up to run her fingers through his silky hair before tilting her face to him to offer him her moist inviting mouth. He groaned softly and kissed her gently. This time he pulled away first.

Dan stepped back and waited for her to start the truck before walking back to his bike. Tina turned out of the parking lot and drove the few blocks to her house taking those few minutes to make sure she knew what she was doing. By the time she pulled into her driveway her panties were hot and damp between her thighs and her mouth watered at the thought of getting her lips on his body. He pulled up behind her and strode up to her as she opened the door to the truck. Evidently the trip had had a similar effect on him. She squeaked in surprise as he almost roughly bunched her skirt up higher and fitted his hips between her thighs. His hands found her ass and her arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing; the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her wet aching pussy through their clothes. He carried her to the door and she reached one hand out to unlock it. He stepped inside and nudged the door shut with his foot. He stopped short when he saw the two enormous white beasts, each easily topping a hundred pounds, but relaxed when they barely paid any attention to him. "Ferocious guard dogs?" he asked with a grin. She laughed easily, wondering how she could be so comfortable with him so fast. "Only if you get between them and dinner!"

His muscles bunched beneath her hands as he slid her down his body and set her gently on her feet. He kept their bodies touching full-length making her feel the heat and hardness of him. Tina sighed softly and stepped backward, leading him to her bedroom. At the doorway she stopped and traced her hands over the contours of his chest, feeling the heat of his dusky shin through the starched cotton. She unbuttoned his shirt, tracing each bit of revealed flesh with her lips and tongue, thrilling at the soft mat of curls beneath her hands. She tugged his shirt free of his waistband and quickly stripped it from his body. Dan watched her lick and nibble her way down to the button of his jeans but stopped her before she could go any further. He guided her back until her legs bumped against the bed and decided to return the favor. His large hands were almost reverent as he unlaced her black lace corset. Her breasts heaved as it fell to the floor. Dan wasted no time releasing the buttons of her shirt to reveal her pale golden skin and lacy bra. It was black and cut straight across the top just barely hiding her almost painfully sensitive nipples. His thumbs grazed over them before tracing down her ribs. His head dipped lower, tongue soothing the reddened indentations where her corset stays had pressed almost cruelly into her tender flesh. He slid his hands around her waist to lower the zipper of her skirt. It fluttered to the floor and a low growl rumbled in his throat when he caught sight of her see-through lace panties.

Tina knelt down in front of Dan and cupped the bulge in his pants. She dropped little kisses up the length on her way to the button, feeling him twitch in response to her warm breath through the heavy fabric. Her hands caressed him while she slipped the button and tugged down the zipper. He was wearing soft black boxer-briefs that strained over his pulsing shaft and clung to his powerful thighs. Tina pulled Dan's pants down around his ankles and reached up to the waistband of his underwear. Dan stepped back and pulled Tina to her feet, playfully slapping her hands away so he could quickly shuck the rest o his clothing.

Tina ran a hand through her thick mane and crawled up onto the bed, deliberately giving Dan a nice view of her ass cheeks peeking out of her little ace panties before rolling over to slowly unzip her left boot. She glanced away from her task for a moment and a hot flood of moisture dampened the crotch of her panties. His dick was huge and hard, bigger than anything she had ever seen outside a petting zoo! She tossed the first boot off the bed and went to work quickly removing the other. The second boot hit the floor with a thud and Tina wasted no time crawling toward him, sending him the mental picture of what she wanted to do next. Dan stepped forward and ran a hand through her glorious hair. She ran her hand down the length of his cock to cup his heavy balls. Her other hand tried in vain to circle his thick shaft. He groaned softly when she began to lick every inch of him, bathing his cock in saliva. When she had him all wet and glistening, she began to suck his pulsing shaft into her mouth. He was so big that her jaw ached with the effort. She sucked and swished her agile tongue in all directions, over and around, each stroke almost imperceptibly deeper than the last.

When he couldn't stand it any longer, Dan eased his dick out of her mouth and pressed her back into the pillows. He kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth, spearing and tasting with his tongue. Tina reached down to run her fingers over his shaft but Dan grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one large hand. She thrilled at his strength and his command of her body. She gasped and arched her back when he began to lick and nibble at her throat. He unhooked her bra with one hand and freed her straining breasts. Dan slipped the straps up her arms and off her wrists quickly capturing them above her head once again. He took a moment to admire the view of her panting body. His lips brushed over one tingling peak and then the other before teasing them with his tongue. His silky hair brushed over her belly and chest as he caught a nipple gently between his teeth and battered it with the tip of his tongue. Tina moaned low in her throat when dan repeated the process on her other breast. His free hand burned a path down to her hip and over her quivering belly. He moved down to kiss each thigh above the elastic bands of her stockings before slowly skimming the gauzy off each leg. His lips followed the stockings gently biting the sensitive flesh at the back of her ankle.

Her skin was dewy with perspiration and her panting came faster as he slid her panties off. He growled at the sight of her smooth shaved pussy and the wetness glistening between her lips. He pressed her thighs far apart and grasped her ass to tilt her dripping cunt upward, giving himself better access. He licked gently, barely reaching between her trembling pussy lips. He found the tight little bud of her clit and laved it with his tongue. Tina moaned loudly and her hips bucked at the sensations as he made a meal of her, licking and sucking her entire crotch. Dan flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He slid first one finger and then a second deep into her pussy, thumbing her clit. Tina moved her hips, grinding down on his hand and slowly spearing herself with his fingers. The tips of her breasts rubbed against the sheets as she rode his hand and she exploded with orgasm when he surprised her by spearing his tongue deep into her ass.

Dan slowed his pumping fingers, letting her come back to her senses before flipping her onto her back. She spread her thighs wide and grasped his penis to guide it into her body. Dan captured her wrists against the bed again and pressed the head of his huge cock against her tight, wet opening. He pressed harder and her hips twisted passionately, desperately trying to force him into her faster. Dan controlled the pace, making her almost beg as he slowly pressed deeper, his cock so thick that Tina moaned with the combination of pleasure and pain. His muscles trembled as he held his body above hers. She was so wet and hot and as he bumped against her cervix, Tina erupted in another earth shattering climax. He began to fuck her slowly, sometimes holding completely still and letting her take her own pleasure from his body.

Dan rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She braced her hands against his strong, hairy chest and rode him. Faster and faster she pumped up and down, grinding her sensitive clit against his pubic bone. She screamed with pleasure as she came again, this time squirting hot clear fluid over his tight belly. Tina held very still for a few seconds, reeling from the intensity. She lifted off him and moved to her hands and knees sending him the mental image of taking her like an animal. He reached down and played with her clit for a moment before impaling her on his dick. Tina screamed into the pillows and clutched the sheets as he gripped her hips in his strong hands and pounded into her willing body hard and fast. He seemed to get even deeper in this position.

Dan slowed his thrusting. Wanting to prolong their pleasure, he pulled out until just he head of his dick was inside her, making her squirm and beg for more. He slid his hand over her spine and traced a finger between the cheeks of her ass. She was already wet there so his finger slid easily into her asshole and pumped a few times, making her moan with the double stimulation. He sent her thi image of his huge cock pressing into her ass and even though she was sure he was way too big, she couldn't wait for him to claim her body there too. Dan rolled her over onto her back and placed her ankles up on his shoulders. His shaft was still soaking wet from her pussy juices so he pressed it against her asshole. He shook with the strain of going so slow, letting her feel every inch. Tina mewled with pain, feeling like he was splitting her in two when he was finally buried completely in her ass. 

Dan pressed three thick fingers into Tina's throbbing pussy, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her ass ached but as his fingers and cock began to move in unison, she felt only pleasure. In just a few strokes she was coming again and writhing on his dick, trying to take more of him inside. Tina lifted her legs off Dan's shoulders and spread them as far as she could while folding herself nearly double. Dan pounded deeper and harder into Tina's tortured ass while she squealed and begged for more. He leaned forward to suck and bite her nipples, trying to send her over the edge one more time. She screamed his name as he shuddered and his cock jumped in her ass. The first jet of hot sperm shot deep into her bowels and touched off her most intense orgasm yet. Her flesh went hot and cold and there was a buzzing in her ears. Her ass and pussy clenched and her hot juices bathed the root of his shaft. Her vision grayed at the edges as he shot jet after jet into her ass.




The Wish



Tina lowered her legs and entwined them with his as he pulled his softening dick from her ass and collapsed next to her. She snuggled up next to Dan's heaving chest. Her last thought was of the shooting star she had wished on earlier that night. Shooting stars couldn't really grant wishes.....or could they?



The Wish



Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people and events is purely coincidental. This is a work of erotic fiction intended to be read by people over 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) where reading erotic fiction is legal. Story and all characters © Kardas Fox.

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Ueka stood before a pair of stone doors, the young barbarian clad only in thigh boots and fuzzy underwear she had made herself from slain beasts. The stone was engraved with writing of the old tongue which she could not decipher, but the text held her in a sort of trance. After a time, her senses returned and she looked away from the alien words, trying to pull the doors apart.

The ancient stone refused to budge, so Ueka tried to pry it apart with her sword. She managed to open the doors enough to get through, but the blade of her sword snapped. She left the pieces at the doors and entered the dark cavern. For a long time she saw nothing but vague outlines of bas-reliefs on the walls with the small amount of light filtering in.

As Ueka reached the central chamber, she was blinded by a flash as several hundred small candles lit themselves at once. After her eyes adjusted, she noticed she was standing in front of a pedestal that displayed a large tome. She examined the words closely, but they were in the old tongue and she could not understand. She had seen some of the symbols before on the wise man's yurt.

Ueka took a moment to examine the rest of the cavern in the new light. The floor and ceiling were flat and straight, but the walls were decorated with oddly detailed imagery of wolves having sex. She blushed and tried to banish thoughts of her companion wolf, Ikoei. Suddenly, the reliefs seemed to come to life. Ueka suspected it was her imagination, but the sculptures seemed alive to her now. No longer were they ancient pornography, the animals were real and mating for her.

Panting heavily, Ueka could not resist shoving a hand into her panties to relieve some of the internal pressure the show was creating for her. She rubbed firmly at her moist labia as the beasts mated in front of her, but the action began to speed up and she fell to her knees as she crammed three fingers in her tight, flexing twat. The wolves mated faster and faster as her pleasure escalated, and soon she screamed in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt. Overwhelmed, Ueka passed out in the puddle of nectar she had created.

Some time later, Ueka awoke to find that the wolves were gone, the walls were completely bare. She stood slowly, noting that the lights were still blazing, and turned to see that the old tome was still in its place. She approached it once more and found herself hypnotized by the letters. She shook it off and picked up the tome, hoping her tribe's wise man knew the meaning of the words. As she lifted the old book however, the wall beside her opened and a great beast emerged.

The horrid creature's flesh was bright blue, contrasting blazing green eyes. It had small, vestigial wings on the back of its hulking form, and twisted black fangs. The beast let out a mighty roar and charged at Ueka, swinging its long claws like blades. She shrieked and fled, but the monster was faster. It tore the book from her hands and returned to its hiding place, but Ueka continued running until she was outside. The doors closed with her exit, and the entire structure sank into the ground, disappearing forever.

As Ueka made her way back to her tribe's camp, she noticed that she had somehow managed to retain one of the pages of the tome, a page from the middle with an odd red star on it. Upon returning, she went immediately to the wise man to show him the page.

"It's very powerful magic," said the wise man after reading. "It's from what one would call a book of wishes, this particular page grants the utmost wish of a lover, whether it is spoken or not."

"A loved one?" Ueka responded, "it is useless to me then, I am alone."

The old man smiled and laughed before replying "Then it seems you are clueless of what the rest of the tribe already knows. Go to your yurt and rest, you have had a long day. I'm certain Ikoei has missed you."

Ueka was perplexed by the entire conversation and returned to her yurt, convinced the events of the day had been a dream in one form or another. As she entered she was assaulted with licks and nuzzles from Ikoei. He had always been a very affectionate wolf, and his contact made her shiver. She knelt to pet him, and he nuzzled between her breasts, drawing an involuntary moan from her. She kissed his forehead and started to get naked. She loved the wolf, but dared not try for more than his friendship. She had no idea how he would respond to unwanted advances from some strange-smelling two legged creature, even a friend.

With her body bare, Ueka laid down on her bedmat and went to sleep. Later that night, Ikoei awoke her with a loud howl. It was followed by two more, Ueka began to rise to quiet him, but he stopped. Suddenly, she felt a tickling sensation on the entirety of her flesh. It soon became too much to bear and she stood, trying to brush off the cause. Ueka found that her body was now covered in fur, which was still growing. She started to panic, and her bones started changing shape. She was forced to place her hands on the ground as her body's shape twisted. The process was somewhat painful, but not too much to bear.

After some time, the process had stopped. Ueka noticed she could not stand and looked down to notice that her hands had become wolf paws! She panicked, but soon saw Ikoei gazing at her. His presence calmed her a bit, and he sauntered over slowly. Ueka found herself once more in a trance and could not break eye contact with Ikoei as the handsome male rubbed his muzzle against hers.

"What's going on?" was all Ueka could bring herself to say, overwhelmed by everything happening. The sensations were all too real to be a dream.

"Do not be afraid, all is as it should be now," said Ikoei, gently nipping at Ueka's neck which drew a gasp from her. "We can be together now, my love. My wish has been granted!"

Ueka realized with a start what the wise man had been talking about before, and involuntarily flattened her ears out of embarrassment. "Do you really mean that, Ikoei? You really want me to be your mate?"

Ikoei tilted his head slightly and said "I thought you knew? Your feelings were always clear to me, and I tried to make sure mine were clear to you. That doesn't matter now though, my love, we are no longer separated by species. We can understand each other perfectly now, nothing will hold us apart!"

Ueka licked his face lovingly, then placed her forelegs on his shoulders in a wolf hug. Ikoei pushed forward softly and sent Ueka toppling onto her back. The young male looked over all she had to offer and licked his lips. He nuzzled her belly, and slowly moved down until he was nuzzling her lupine labia.

Ikoei lapped warmly at Ueka's moistening lips, causing her to whimper in growing lust. His tongue slipped inside her a couple of times, causing the lusty she-wolf to yelp. As she drew close, he pulled his muzzle away from her snatch and stood over her. She could see about half of his large red member exposed.

"I believe this is how humans mate, correct?" Ikoei asked as he lowered himself a bit, licking warmly at Ueka's face as he pressed his tip against her warm lips. "Face to face?"

Ueka nodded softly and returned his licks. She pressed her needy wolf pussy to his growing member, her body begging for it. "Please, be gentle. You're my first," she asked softly as he began to spread her lips with his hot tip.

Ueka yelped as Ikoei's hips jerked forward, planting two inches of his throbbing meat in her. She pressed back to his thrust and cried out for more, he was all too happy to give it to her. He thrust in deeper, her wet snatch pushing his sheath back and polishing his rod as he mated her firmly but lovingly. Ikoei's knot was growing quite large and made a wet pop every time he pulled it out, but it was not big enough to hold them together just yet. As he thrust the growing bulb inside, it would rub firmly against Ueka's g-spot and summon a lusty yelp from her.

Ueka suddenly threw her head back and howled as she climaxed, her hot pussy clenching erratically around his thrusting member as sweet lupine nectar splashed out. Ikoei rather enjoyed how vocal his partner's human side had made her, the sounds of her pleasure helped push him farther. Before he knew it, his knot was too swollen to pull out. He humped rapidly with the extra inch behind his knot until he had reached maximum size.

Inspired by his bitch, Ikoei released his own orgasmic howl as his member began to throb and twitch, spurting hot wolf semen into her womb with every pulsation. Ueka's hind legs twitched with every spurt of cum entering her, blown away by the pleasure of being tied. Soon she was brought to a second, third, and even a fourth orgasm by only his fluids. Ikoei allowed himself to stay tied with her, and laid resting on her prone form until his knot had shrunken.

Ikoei pulled his long red piece from her wet folds, and with nothing to stop it a mixture of their juices began to leak out of her stretched pussy. He cleaned himself, knowing all too well the uncomfortable sensation of dried cum on his member and in his fur. He noticed his mate had fallen asleep, and so he licked the fluids out of her fur and spent an extended time lapping at her vagina. The licking drove her to two more orgasms, giving Ikoei more to clean (not that he minded) but he had finished giving her the tongue bath before long.

The exhausted male laid next to his mate and cuddled her protectively. The rest of the tribe celebrated and honored their relationship as if they had been wed, and 63 days later Ueka bore a litter of wolf pups. She had never been happier.



The Wish Jar



Let me tell you about a game that my husband and I play. You see, we’ve always enjoyed reading the stories in your magazine, and have had many fun evenings reliving the games that your other readers have told.

Our story began innocently enough, with something that we call the wish jar. Like many couples in our area, we were married with no children. My day consisted of cleaning the house, buying the groceries and preparing the meals. We had been married about three years, and had a great life together, which included wonderful sex. One day, after reading an advice column in the newspaper, I took a large jar and put a list of projects that I wanted my husband Don to work on around the house. Don works hard during the week, and you can probably guess how he reacted to having his weekends scheduled with home bound projects.

Nevertheless, Don agreed to the jar of projects on one stipulation. I had to agree to only put ten items in the jar at one time, and he got to put ten items in as well. Only once all the items were removed, would we replace them with additional notes.. No note could take more than the weekend to complete, and once a note was drawn it had to be completed before the next note was picked. It came as no surprise to me that Don would have some type of individual stipulation. Most of all, Don stipulated no peeking. After all, he is an attorney.

I made out my list, and wrote each out on a small piece of paper. Don also completed his tasks and added them to mine in the jar. After mixing them, I reached into the jar and pulled out the first note. It said, “Complete the back deck project including the built in gas grill.” I was thrilled. I had wanted Don to finish the deck for some time. I picked the note on Friday night, and by Sunday afternoon the deck was finished. As we went to bed that night I thanked Don for playing along. He smiled and odd smile and said, “Don’t worry Tracy, my time will come.”

The next week we again pulled one of my notes, and Don had to paint our spare bedroom. On the third weekend Dan had to take me out to dinner and a movie of my choice. You see, after putting in nine notes regarding home improvement, I thought that I would do one where Dan had to take me out on the town.

After pulling five of my notes straight, a Friday night came where I pulled one of Don’s requests. My eyes went wide as I read the paper aloud. “Tracy, you know how much I love it when you give me head. I want you to suck my cock, all weekend. Whenever and where ever I ask, you are to get down on your knees and give me a full blowjob.”

I couldn’t believe it. Don had me suck his cock twice that Friday night, three times Saturday and three more times on Sunday. On Saturday, I had to do it once while we were parked out in front of a restaurant where we were going to dinner. On Sunday evening, Don had me kneel before him and suck his cock while he made phone calls to his brothers and friends. He had cum so many times during the weekend, that it took him over on hour to shoot. As we were finally going to sleep that night, I realized that Don had cum eight times during the weekend, and I had not orgasmed once.

Although I was eager to have Don complete all of the tasks that I had placed into the jar, I was somewhat pleased when I pulled one of his notes out the next weekend. However, I lost a little of my enthusiasm when I read Don’s note that said, “This weekend I’m going to fuck you in the ass, all weekend long. Whenever and wherever I wish, I’m going to have you bend over and I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours.”

Don had fucked my ass in the past, yet I had no idea that he felt so strongly about it. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, I just would rather have him inside my pussy. I actually felt shy as Don let me contemplate the note’s contents for about 5 minutes before he said, “Valerie, I’m ready.” In a very matter a fact way, he took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom where he had me bend over and put my hands on the end of the bed. While I was still standing, he pulled my slacks and panties down past my knees. Next, he left the room and returned with a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. He then applied a large amount directly on to the end of his cock and pressed it into my ass.

He felt so large and so hard. I could actually feel his cock as it pulsated in my back door. It was also very hard for me. Don had never taken me from the back without a long session of foreplay. Now he simply rammed his cock into me, and after I became used to the feeling of being split apart, I actually felt as if I was about to climax. Yet, just as I was getting close, Don stopped moving as he pumped his load deep within my body.

That weekend was just like the one before. Don used me as a sexual object, and I actually revealed in the attention. He fucked my ass again Friday night about midnight, twice on Saturday and twice more on Sunday. On Saturday evening, he had me grab my ankles as he fucked my ass in the bushes of a park near our home. I don’t know why I wasn’t more curious when he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk.

As you can guess, over the next couple of months Don had to complete quite a few of the projects around our home. I on the other hand, had to continue to perform for him as his notes were drawn from the jar. I had to allow him to video tape me performing a strip tease. I had to shave my pussy, and masturbate for him while he watched. Don also had me go out and rent a cheerleader outfit and he took me to the drive-in. Once there, he had me give him a blowjob, then go for popcorn and drinks in my sweater and skirt with no panties. Once I got back, he had me fuck him in the back seat as if we were back in high school.

Of all the notes in the jar, it would figure that Don would have the last one. As luck would have it, it was also the hardest for me to perform. Don’s last note told me that I was to go and check in to a local hotel, one with a bar. While wearing an outfit of his choice, I was to allow him to come in and “picks me up” on a Friday. Although this does not sound like much at first, I soon became painfully aware that it was not as easy as it sounded.

First of all, the outfit that Don had picked out for me was the smallest and sleaziest clothing that I had ever worn. There was a pair of thigh high nylons with garter belts. The garter belt was made of a white leather, and the nylons were black and very shear with the seam up the back. The panties, if you can call them that, where made of a red stretchy material. They were so small that the cheeks of my ass could touch and I had to trim my pussy hair even further than normal so none poked out the sides. Don had purchased a pair of red paten leather spiked heels, at least 4 inches tall. On top of this entire ensemble, went the smallest dress that I had ever seen. The best way that I can describe it is that it was a very short cocktail dress. It was made of an almost transparent white silk material. The front was so low that it came to just an inch or two above my nipples. It was held up by a mesh of spaghetti straps, as it was backless. I had to pull my garter belt down as low as it would go so that it wasn’t visible.

As I finished my make-up and looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that Don had dressed me like a high priced prostitute. The dress was so shear that you could see exactly what I had on underneath, as well as what I didn’t. Riding the elevator down to the hotel lobby, I decided that I would be just as much of a whore as Don wanted me to be. As I swung hips from side to side strutting into the bar, I was aware of every eye on me. 

I walked up to the bar, expecting to find Don sitting near the door. After taking a glance around, I decided to have a seat and wait. Almost immediately, I was joined by a man who offered to by me a drink. I politely declined, saying that I was waiting for someone and he left. However, as soon as he was gone, he was replaced by another. Soon, I was surrounded by a group of four men who took it upon themselves to join me. Dressed as I was, I could hardly blame them. I sat fidgeting in my chair, trying unsuccessfully to keep the tops of my nylons covered by the bottom of my skirt without pulling it down too far as to reveal any more cleavage.

Just as I was starting to relax a little, one of the guys pulled me by the arm out onto the dance floor. It was a fast number, and he spun me around like a top. I know that I could feel a breeze between my legs, and I’m sure that I gave everyone a good show. As the song ended and the next began, I was straining to look for Don. My partner was replaced by another of the men, I don’t even remember their names, and he pulled me close as the song began. That’s when I noticed Don. He had been sitting in a back booth of the bar all along, and now he strolled up to the three of my partners who were still at the bar and joined them. 

While we danced, I watched them all talk as they would occasionally look my way. Don and I had a great time engaging in the games over the past few months, but I never expected what seemed to be approaching. I did not know if I was ready to have sex with anyone else. Don and I had never discussed it before, yet I found myself doing a lot of things lately that we had not discussed in advance. The song was about half over when one of the other guys cut in and immediately the attitude changed. My new partner pawed at my body as if I had belong to him. I tried to look to Don for direction and all I was greeted by was his big smile as he watched my partner’s hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass.

As the song ended, the partners changed and my position remained the same. I felt as if I were a doll being passed from man to man. I was beginning to become very aroused as my partners got more brave with each song. After I had been groped by each of the four, Don took their place and joined me on the dance floor. As we danced, he behaved like the others, pinching and squeezing my most sensitive and private areas. Don then said that he had told the other four that I was a local prostitute, and that he had seen me in here many times before.

At first I was shocked, as I assumed that Don would want to complete the entire scene and invite three strangers back to our room. However, Don told me that he was going to sit back in the corner, and watch me. He wanted me to go back over to the bar with my new friends, remove my panties while standing between them, and write on them a room number pretending that it is ours. He would meet me up in our room later. I was to be naked and to open the door to the first knock. If I didn’t, he was going to invite them up to the room

True to his word, Don then left me alone to complete my task. My legs trembled as I rejoined the four men at the bar’s edge. They all seemed more than interested in joining me later, even offering me as much as $500 to do all four of them at once. As Don instructed, I told them that I would write my room number down, and asked them for a pen. There is no way for me to descried the looks on their face as I reached under my short dress and pulled the red thong panties to the floor. I then retrieved them by bending full at the waist. If Don wanted a show, I was going to give them one. I hoped that Don got as excited as I did when one of the four pressed a finger into my pussy as I wrote out a room number hoping that it was not my own.

I practically ran to the room and stripped off my clothes. I was so horny that I began to play with myself awaiting Don. There was soon a knock at the door, and I quickly swung it open wide only to find that it wasn’t Don standing in the hall. One of the hotel’s bellhops greeted me with a big smile and a bottle of Champaign. I think that he was more surprised than I as he handed me the bottle and hurried on his way. Just behind him, was Don. That weekend we had the best sex. It was a total revival of our love and lust for each other.

Now, our jar normally has only one or two notes in it. I still put in notes that require Don to fix something about he house, or take me on a vacation. I thought about trying to put in notes regarding sex, but I prefer to leave that to Don. After all, I think that I like the surprise of not knowing what comes next almost as much as having to do it.



The Wish List



"So," said Mandy, leaning forward into the mirror to check her mascara was on evenly, "this is what I've got." She studied the list in her hand briefly. "Average height, brunette, long hair, long legs, small tits," she peered over at Richard quizzically and frowned. "Small tits?"

He shrugged as he put on his shoe. "I just felt like a change," and glanced at Mandy's assets, which certainly didn't fit that description.

"OK, small tits it is." She seemed satisfied and looked back in the mirror. "She should be easy enough to find. Please don't tell me you want her to be a virgin as well. They're pretty thin on the ground at the club we're going to tonight." She picked up her handbag and made for the door.

Almost as soon as they walked into the club, Mandy saw her, and put her arm on Richard's, to get his attention. He followed her gaze across the room, and there she was, exactly as specified. Oh yes, he certainly fancied having her tonight. He nodded to Mandy's questioning look.

"Small problem, though," he shouted into her ear, above the music, then pointed with his head back to the girl. "What about the guy wrapped around her? I don't fancy her enough to start clubbing her friends off." 

Mandy grinned. "Have you seen his arse? He's mine." She rubbed her hands together in glee and did a little pirouette.

"I thought you wanted to watch?"

"Oh, don't you worry." Richard recognised her evil smile. "We will." He wondered how the guy would feel at finding himself a voyeur to his own girlfriend's seduction, but he knew if anyone could pull it off, it was Mandy. He was getting hornier by the minute. Knowing Mandy, she had probably deliberately picked a girl with a challenge attached.

Some time later, the girl's partner was clearly going off to the bar to get served, so Mandy patted Richard's bum. This was his cue to move in and start chatting the girl up. He was good at that sort of thing. Meanwhile, Mandy was good at distracting men who were supposed to be glued to their partners. 

She went over to the bar and stood so closely behind him that when he turned round with their drinks, he bumped into her and spilled some of the drink down her front.

"Shit! I'm so sorry," he apologised, turning to put the drinks back on the bar and pick up a serviette to help her. Conveniently for her plan, the drinks had slopped onto her top, right over her one of her boobs, so the white fabric was clinging to it. And her dark nipple was very clearly visible through it. Pointing through, in fact. He paused, serviette in hand. Mopping up didn't exactly seem to be appropriate, in the circumstances.

Maintaining eye contact with him, Mandy cheekily reached past him, stuck her fingers in one of the drinks and dripped liquid onto her other boob. On command, her nipple strained at the silky fabric.

"Might as well make them match," she grinned at him, then glanced down between his legs. Aware of her gaze, there was little he could do to pretend he hadn't seen.

She put out her hand. "Hi, my name's Mandy. Do you want to buy me a drink?" And that was him, lost.

Half an hour later, she was pressed against the wall outside the back door of the club. The guy with the nice arse was doing the pressing, kissing her hungrily all over her face and neck, while his hands explored frantically under her top. The fabric had dried, but the nipples were still rock hard and getting lots of attention.

He was a bit of a sloppy kisser, Mandy decided. All fat, wet tongue. Someone really should take him in hand, so as not to waste the potential of the nice rear, which her hands were currently feeling up. In the meantime, however, she could think of better uses for that tongue.

Putting her hand on the top of his head, she gradually persuaded him to move south, sucking her tits on the way. She pushed her hips forward. Finally, he got the message between her legs and set to work licking her out, pulling her panties to one side. Hmm, not perfect, but it would do to get off on. If you like the drooling puppy kind of approach.

Thus engaged, the guy did not see the back door open again, and Richard coming out holding hands with the girl. Mandy and Richard made brief eye contact. The girl was oblivious. Whatever he had offered her, she was well up for it. She was practically dragging him along to the trees. Richard might well teach her a few tricks to pass on to her enthusiastic but untrained boyfriend, Mandy thought. 

Once they were out of sight, she put her hand under her partner's chin, and lifted his face.

"Do you fancy a quick fuck in the shrubbery?" she teased. As if he would say no. Quick would probably be the operative word.

They moved into the bushes, just a few trees along from where Mandy could see Richard had his face down between the legs of the pretty brunette. Thinking about what the other girl was getting from someone who knew what they were about made Mandy both jealous and horny. She leaned against a tree and pulled her partner against her, flicking her tongue into his mouth to show him how a real kiss should be done. 

He didn't know quite where to start, pulling at her clothes, and then at his own. Mandy touched his arm to slow him down. She didn't want it over in thirty seconds. For one thing, he hadn't yet seen his girlfriend being fucked by Richard, and Mandy was determined that was a sight he was going to enjoy while he was fucking her.

Richard had lifted the girl up and now he slid her onto his cock. Mandy heard her satisfied squeal, and so did her partner. He turned his head to look.

"Hey, that's my girlf..." he started to object, until Mandy twisted his head round and silenced him with a rough kiss.

"Yes," she hissed at him, "and she's getting a damn good seeing-to, which is what I'm waiting for over here as well. Tell you what," she added, as if the thought had just occurred to her, "if I stand in front of you, you can take me from behind, and enjoy both of us getting laid at the same time." And, so saying, she moved him against the tree, pulled off her panties, pushed up her skirt (such as it was) and turned around.

He was no match for her. Through her legs, Mandy unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and slipped on the condom she had ready. Then she reversed back towards him, wiggling her bottom invitingly, until he realized it was now up to him to slide inside her. Once again, he completely wiped his girlfriend from his mind, while he got on with the girl in hand.

Thank goodness there was something he could do well, thought Mandy with relief, as he bumped into her, feeling her tits at the same time. It turned out, he really did know how to screw.

She could feel his balls begin to tighten, and at the same time, a moan escaped from their neighbours. "Oh, yess.... Again.... Good..... Oh God, I'm coming.... God, I'm coming now." The brunette was clearly not into silent orgasms, and her voice drew his attention immediately. Mandy felt his cock twitch inside her. Seconds later, he snorted, pushed hard and emptied himself into Mandy, who timed her own noisy orgasm to match.

A few seconds later, Richard came sauntering over, dishevelled brunette in tow, and took Mandy's hand. She peeled herself off her partner and pulled down her skirt. Someone else could find her panties tomorrow.

"Have a nice rest of the night, guys," called Richard cheerily, putting his arm round Mandy and pulling her close, as they wandered off down the road.