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Lost Souls

By: missL.lynne



I was the owner of the latest in spot in New York. I was playing hostess that for my new Restaurant called Lost Souls, it was located right in the middle of Chelsea and there was a line around the corner for everyone who wanted to get in. I needed something new to do with my life, so I opened a new restaurant with club downstairs. The place was rather large; there was a main floor and then the upper floor where we would seat celebrities and socialites and then the club located on the bottom floor that got crowded as the night moved on.

I was working on Thursday night about 9.45PM and the place was packed, I had allowed several celebrities to come in unannounced and Paris Hilton and her gang, but for some reason I had heard that she was a bitch, and she treated everyone who she thought was beneath her got the bad treatment. I on the other hand realized my power at Lost Souls and didn’t let anyone intimidate me, I remember when she came in and she had a chip on her shoulder but I kindly told her that she would have to wait, I didn’t give a shit who her family was, or who her friends were, if you want in this place you will show the proper respect. After that never had any trouble out of her. 

But is was this certain Thursday that he was there, never in a million years would I think I would ever run into him let alone see in the in flesh, but it was that night that it happened. I had no idea I would have this powerful reaction to him, I had no idea that he would try to take everything that I had to offer him, he knew that I was weaker than him, but he wanted me all the more because of it, because I could not say no to him, because I would give him anything he asked for. 

His manager approached me first and told me of the reservation that they had for the night. “Reservation for 3” he said to me. “What name it that under?” I asked him. “Marilyn Manson.” When he uttered the words, I felt a cold chill run across my body. My nipples hardened unexpectedly. Why was I feeling this way, what is causing me to have these heated feelings for the man? He walked towards the podium where I stood and I was in awe. I was speechless when he looked down at me with those hard blue eyes of his. I knew of his wild lifestyle and I knew that he was not like the rest of us, that he was not scared to show a different side of himself, that he could express himself anyway he choose and he didn’t give a shit if anyone like him or not. His was tall about 6’5” and long black hair. His skin was white and pale like he never gets out into the sun, was that on purpose or just for his image. He wore all black, a black suit and shirt and tie and shoes, everything was dark on him except him; his skin was opalesque compared to his clothes. But he stood out and he exuded a power that was indescribable. 

“Hi, we have reservations for dinner.” He said mildly. “Yes, sir” I almost whispered. I could tell he took note of my reactions to him not as a star struck fan but of something deeper. Something stronger that seemed to pull us together, something that was decadent.

I saw her when I approached the podium where she stood, she was black and she was proud, the way she looked at everyone with fairness and equality, she didn’t use her position for her own personal gain, she was there to make sure everyone was treated fairly and she did it with such ease, she never let the people get to her, they just rolled off her skin like cold drops of water. 

She was tall about 5’ 10” and in heels a bit taller. Her brown cocoa skin was the attraction, it was smooth and dark erotic, and it was calling me to touch it, to feel it, to taste it. I looked at her from head to toe from her long black hair resting in heavy curls about her shoulders and down her back to her slim neck to her full ripe tits, with hard nipples he could see poppin out for his viewing pleasure, to her small waist and then long ass legs. She wore the simplest dress all black with high-heeled shoes. 

The dress clung to her seductive body like second skin, the way the deep v-neck showed off her cleavage, the way it hung about mid thigh and moved slightly with every step she took, daring it to go a little higher in the process. It was so simple it was good but on her it was bad. Her light brown almond shaped eyes accessing me also was a turn on; she was not scared of me or worried what people would say. She looked and took her time at it.

We stood looking at each other and then I heard her say. “This way.” She turned and we followed her, I got a great view of her body and how it moved and wondered if it were that slow and gentle in bed, if she would slowly cum on my hard cock, or would she scream out her hot passions. I smiled to myself thinking of all the wild things we could do together. 

I knew he was watching me, I could feel his eyes burn into my soul when he looked at me, the feelings he caused me to feel were so much different from anyone else that I have ever been in contact with, it was like he touched me from the inside out with his eyes, that he could tell what I was thinking, that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I had to stop and talk to a gentleman that I had seated earlier, who gave me his compliments on the food, and I leaned over low to him, so he could place a kiss on my left cheek. 

I knew that when I bent forward my dress rose a smidge in the back and you could get a better view on my legs, and most guys did look. I then escorted Mr. Manson and his party to his table. I stood back as they passed me and I then told him of the specials and offered them a menu. His eyes never left mine and that was nerve racking, I could barely speak to the group, I was suffocating. My mind wanted to leave his table as soon as possible, but my body was not going anywhere, it wanted to see how far this was going to go. It was attracted to this man, no matter what my brain shouted. 

“Can you please tell me the specials again?” he asked gently. The goose bumps again; I could feel them, rising on my arms and back and legs. His voice was so smooth yet so commanding, he did not take no for an answer, he liked what he liked and he usually got it too. I did not want to be the special entrée on his personal menu tonight. I in turn thanked them and made a quick effort to leave. His touch stopped me, he stood tall over me as he took my hand and held it; he lifted it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss there. I shivered. I was losing this battle and I had to get away or I would never leave. “What’s your name?” he asked me. “Lisa” I stuttered. “You are an extremely beautiful creature. Tall, with mocha colored skin, big breasts, so full and so ripe to the touch. Your mouth is a man’s paradise, I mean I could get lost there; to kiss you and touch you and taste you, would be euphoric for me. Will you give me what I need to survive; will you give me your body, to love and to have for tonight? Without you I am lost; I am incomplete.” He murmured very low. My heart was thumping wildly and the blood coursed threw my body at such a heated pace, I was under his spell. I was his even if I chose to ignore it for the moment. I looked up into ice blue eyes and shook my head yes to get away any way possible. He smiled and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

Shakily I said thank you and removed my hand from his and left them.

The evening went nicely, I attended to everyone escorting them to there tables, but it was the tables on the upper floor that I had to worry about because Marilyn was there, he was there and he was waiting every time I went up there. He was creeping inside me and I couldn’t stop it, I was trying hard not to let him affect me but it was useless, I knew it too. I was in the back of the restaurant putting away some papers and I heard my name. He said my name in a whisper that stunned and shocked me; I didn’t turn around for I knew it was him. He walked to me and held me about the waist pulling me to him, as my back rested against his chest. His hands clasped together not willing to let me go.

It seemed an eternity but it wasn’t. I then turned to face him. “Do you know who I am?” he said softly. “Yes sir” I said “Do you know my name?” “Yes sir” I mumbled “What is it?” he demanded “Brian” I replied “Do you know what I want?” he asked me. “Yes sir, you want me.” I said.

He leaned low to kiss me, his skin so cool against my hot one. His lips touched mine and I was lost, his hands held me closer to him pressing his lean body to mine, his hard cock was pressing against me, rubbing me to let me know he was there, he was so tall, I had to look up at him too see him. I opened my eyes to look at him his face so serious and gentle at the same time. He kissed me as my lips parted and accepted his long tongue in my wet mouth. His held me closer as we kissed, his hands upon my waist then moving higher to capture a firm breast in his hand, he squeezed gently to gain my acquiescence as my body followed right along with his plan. I leaned into him to feel him; to have his hard body on mine. Our kiss lasted but a minute or two then quickly realizing I had a job to do. 

The kiss broke but his hands were still at my breast, massaging and squeezing it, my legs were weak, my heart beating rapidly.

She was more than what I thought; I can feel her body give in even as her mind does not. I want more of her; I want all of her. Her breast held me captive for a second as I reached up to touch one, to have it in my hand quivering lightly, with it’s dark hard nipple pointing right at me. My fingers gently pulled at her and twisted it slightly, to see how much she wanted it, how much she needed it, her body told me everything I wanted to know. I pinched her hard to test her reaction, to see what she would do. Her eyes closed and her head fell back with pleasure that was running threw her body, I held her in my arms, as she loved everything I did to her. “Open your eyes Lisa.” I told her. Her soft almond shaped eyes open at my words. “Does that hurt?” I asked her slowly. “No” she shook her head. I then smiled at the reward she just gave me without knowing. “You liked it?” I asked her. Licking her lips, she then shook her head yes as my fingertips pinched her hard again, pulling at her nipple as her body wiggled in my arms, her eyes rolling back into her head as her lips parted with a deep seated passion. “I ha- have to get back to my post.” She said to me unsteadily. As she moved about in my arms to gain her freedom, I let her go and knew that she would come to me, knew that she was mine. She backed away from me turning to go. “Lisa” I called to her. She turned and looked at me. “Yes” I heard her mumble. “You are now mine” I told her. Her eyes then teared a bit, I could see the clear liquid pool in her eyes, as she knew what her answer was even if she did not agree with it right now, she would later. I watched her then walk away.

Downstairs in the Lost Souls Club, there was another storm brewing, one that was going to come in a sweep someone off there feet. It was about 1.00am and it was packed there were people dancing and drinking. There were models and celebrities, when they made reservations to eat upstairs it almost guaranteed them acceptance downstairs. 

The owner of the establishment was my good friend, Carlyn, and she helped out whenever she could, she was full time hands on, she ran the place with an iron grip, she made sure everyone knew how to behave and how to have a good time, that was why the place was so successful, first the restaurant and then the club, she was behind the bar with a bunch of her bartenders that she handpicked to serve her loyal customers. They were tall strapping young men with hard bodies, she thought a little eye candy for the ladies never hurt anyone either. At another bar across the room she had the ladies serve, and mainly the men ordered drinks over there; that way it was fair for everyone. 

She wore on that particular night a black denim bustier and black leather pants with black boots, her long auburn hair cascaded about her full bosom and down her back, tickling her in the process. She could hand out drinks just like the best of them. She was there about an hour when someone walked to the bar; she did not have to look up for she saw him in the mirror that she faced behind the bar. He was surrounded by women, trying to get at him, trying to get something for nothing, he was used to it, but it was a little unnerving when you just wanted to sit back and have fun.

Mark McGrath the lead singer from Sugar Ray; was out on the town with his friends to have a good time, he heard about this place from his manager who put him on the list for tonight, he thought why not try a new place. He stood about 6’3” tall, with blonde highlighted tips to his hair, his soft blue eyes told another story of what was to come, of another side of himself that he didn’t let out. His full lips surrounded by a neatly combed goatee. He wore a black and red flowered print short sleeve shirt that buttoned down the front. His legs were encased in a pair of black Versace pants and matching soft black kid leather loafers. 

He looked at her and stared, she stood behind the ladies bar and worked right along the other men, did she know that her breast were just about spilling out of her top, a top that held her snugly by her waist pushing up those big tits of hers. On her neck she wore a simple strip of black leather tied into a bow at the base of her long and slender neck. The more he looked at her the more he wanted her; he could not believe that she would wear something so revealing, and yet did not question his jealous motives either.

This lady he had not met, but felt an automatic attraction to her, her drive her ambition her wild nature, the way her red hair flew about her as she worked, seemed to tell him more about her, that she ever could. The longer he watched the harder his cock became, he wanted this one, not like anyone before her, but this one was going to be his; weather she knew it or not.

He sauntered to the bar an waited for her to acknowledge him, she took a few other drink orders and then saw him sitting there she smiled and sent her head bartender over to him to take his order. She looked from the corner of her eye as he leaned over to the bartender to tell him something.

“He wants you to take his order.” The bartender told her and she smiled deep inside. She leaned to the bartender and told him what to tell the customer. “She said that I have to take your order, she is too busy right now.” he half yelled over the loud hip-hop music. “But she’s not doing anything right now.” he said. “She’s always doing something. Look, you can’t have her! So what will it be?” the burley bartender said sternly. “I will have a Jack & Coke.” He said in defense.

Now he was enflamed, why would she not come over to him? What was she doing that was so important, more important than him? He silently watched her Mark was going to have her he thought and made up his mind; he would wait, no one turned him down. He watched her work as she laughed with a few other folks at the bar, some one ordered champagne and she opened the bottle herself.

She gently placed it between her sweet thighs then running her fingers across the top the bottle as it protruded outwards from between her legs, she then twisted and turned the plastic top to get it to cum out and the crowd of ladies shouted, “cum on, cum on” she moved the top about until with aloud pop the top came off, to all the women at the bar yelling and screaming, offering lewd comments about “that was the way to do it, put it between your legs and don’t let go until it cums…” he smiled to himself. As the top came off and the champagne spilled slightly from the bottle it sprayed her and I watched as the sudsy liquid gleamed off her chest. I licked my lips.

She walked to my end of the bar and then hopped up on top of it, twisting her bottom around and then hopped off the other side, as she came down beside me, I asked her. “Why wouldn’t you serve me?” Mark said to her. “Because I was busy.” Carlyn stated. “But I saw you and you weren’t doing anything when I got here, why?” he said to her. “Does it matter?” she said. “ You have your drink now.” “Yes, but I wanted you to make it for me.” He said standing next to her in the dimly lit club. She could smell him, his exotic cologne that penetrated her senses, drove her insane, made her heart beat a little faster, making her a little nervous. Why was Mark here standing and talking to her, she was not going to give into the feelings churning away inside her; she was too strong for that. 

“Do you know that your tits are almost falling out of that top?” he asked her sternly then wondering why he would even bring that up in conversation. “Who are you my father? I wear what I want to wear and especially this outfit because I know it looks great on me. Do you see how many men are at the ladies bar, they are there because I look great. So if you don’t mind I have other things to do.” She said trying to cut him short. He reached out to grab her arm, he was not going to let her go that easily.

“I didn’t mean it that way, I think you look amazing, your red hair wildly flying about, your dark smoky eyes and sweet full red lips, I was watching you and could not help but want you for myself.” He told her in her ear. They stood facing each other, him holding her arm so she could not go anywhere in the crowded club, his lips lowered to her soft shoulder licking her there and placing small kisses there, he was going to melt her icy veneer, if it was the last thing he did, he could wait her out all night too, if that was what she wanted. He could feel her nipples hardened next to his wide chest As she closed her eyes for a moment and just let him touch her, but the touch was not only on the surface it penetrated her soul. 

She felt his slick tongue touch her shoulder and then move lower to the full crests of her breast, licking her delicately she shuddered. Her arms came up to his neck and held him close to her. She wanted him, but did not want to lose herself in this wild passion running wild in her body, she needed to be with him if only for one night. To quench this thirst she had. This was not the first time that she saw him there, but this was the first time that he approached her, she watched as he always sat and talked to other chicks but never her, and she vowed to make him pay for it one day. 

His lips moved to her neck as he licked and kissed her there softly, then without warning he sucked her hard, then harder marking her as her arms tightened around him he wanted to let everyone know whom she belonged to. She allowed the kiss to her neck because she got caught up in the world wind of hot-blooded feelings. As his mouth sucked her and marked her, she realized what was happening and she got the courage to push away from him before she gave in, she held her hand to her neck, fearing a deep mark.

“You can’t have me,” she told him. “ Maybe one of these other skinny blonde chicks would be more your style, you know do everything you want them to do. Me? I am sorry to say you will never get your hands on; this pussy you have to work for!” she told him snatching her arm away and then strutted away from him. All the while knowing he would never give up his quest for her body and soul. He watched her go to the other bar where the ladies were attending to tons of men and looked at the men who whooped and hollered as soon as she got over there to serve them.

Every time I look up he is watching me, he does not move from his spot but just stands there and drinks and then winks at me. I knew he would not hurt me, because it was not in his nature, but his eyes looked deeply into me causing me to want him. Just enough for me to smile at him and that was my destruction, to give him what he wanted, but if I can maintain all the control, then I would be fine. 


Lost Souls



I fall because I let go,
The net below has rot away.
Metallica, Low Man's Lyric

By the time she made it to the inn which was the closest thing these days she could call home, she was tired, dirty from the road and desperate for a drink. Few of the others were there, but then there were never very many of them at the inn at any one time. They were travelers and most would be out traveling, that was what they did. This place was merely somewhere to come back to from time to time, to recuperate, to rest. To remind yourself there were others just like you out there, that you weren't actually alone, despite all appearances. Maybe it should have made it easier to know there were others just as lost as she was, but it didn't. She just felt cynical and tired, which was fairly standard for her. Perhaps, she thought then, she would head home the trip after next, to her real home, not this half way house of an inn. But the thought took too much effort and for now she just needed a drink.

The angel was tending the bar, his hair as golden blonde as the day he had fallen, though in the mythology of her own world, the stories she had grown up with, that had never in reality happened. His world, close enough to her own to share a common mythology, different enough that where he was from most of it was actually real, had seen things happen differently. He didn't exist where she was from, at least not outside of stories. A fact he said had allowed his fictional existence there to remain as pure as he had once been in the reality of his own world, before he'd taken that willing dive downwards. He was a fallen angel who had against all odds once again managed to find redemption. Unfortunately, it had been too late by then. He'd already given it all up to travel.

"Kitty-cat. Did not expect you back so soon," he grinned at her, that wicked grin from that beautifully angelic face always managing to disarm her. "Where you been this time?"

"I went searching for King Arthur and seduced the Lady Guinevere," she returned, somewhat sarcastically. "Get me a drink, Gabriel, please."

She had not, of course, been searching for King Arthur, nor had she been seducing his Queen, who as far as Kit was concerned had enough seductions to deal with between her only occasionally attentive older royal husband and her amorous, if young, knightly lover. She was merely being a smartarse, because it was considered bad etiquette to ask a traveler where they had just been the very moment they had returned. Then again, in this inn the rules of etiquette were as often broken as any other rule ever was and they generally only acknowledged them so as to do just that. That there were no real rules and no real structure with which to define anything was one of the more difficult things for new travelers to grasp. Kit had got over that long ago. Or, at least, she told herself she had.

"Last one I'm serving," he told her as he put a long, amber ale down in front of her. "You lot can get your own drinks, I'm about to head off myself."

She took a sip of the beer. "Where to, angel?" she challenged. He only raised his eyebrows at her, mock offended. It was probably a bigger breach of etiquette to ask where another traveler was heading to as it was to ask where they had just come from. 

"Maybe I might go seduce Lancelot, if you've already had Guinevere," he offered and she grinned.

"He'd like that. The three of them would've been much happier if Lancelot had just admitted he wanted Arthur more than he ever wanted the Queen," she declared. "You could change history simply by opening his eyes to his own repressed pleasures."

He snorted his derision to that one. If there was one thing a traveler could not do, that was change history. They were tourists. Sightseers in somebody else's world and other people's lives. Traveling through stories and tales and pictures and words, myths and legends and beliefs. What was a story in one world, was real in another. And as every world had its own myths and stories and legends, there were an infinite number of places to explore. It had used to surprise her, though, how little they took advantage of that fact. Each of them still tended to stick to the worlds closest to their own, the ones they were most familiar with. The stories they had grown up with, the paintings they had long looked upon, the mythologies with which they had been reared. In the end, they didn't break out of the boundaries which had once defined them so much as they each thought they had.

"History? Kit, where you come from, Arthur and his misogynist mates are not even real," the angel shot back at her. "Myth and story. That is all."

"Gabe, where I come from, you are not even real," she reminded him. "And if we're talking misogyny, you might want to look at the mythological tradition which spawned you, hmmm?"

"Don't bother. I'm not going to defend what I've no care for any more. I left to travel," he countered, with a shrug. "Though I thought I might head back home soon, even if only for a visit. The trip after next, maybe."

She sighed. "Yeah, right," was her only weary response. Trip after next. They were all the same. "Catch you round, angel. Enjoy Lancelot for me."

His grinned his wicked grin again, always a jolting expression to see on a face which was designed to look so purely, beautifully innocent. 

"I'll make him scream my name in pleasure so loud even you will hear it Kit, no matter in which world you are," he promised, as he ducked under the bar at the end where the flap-top section allowed access behind it. 

She only watched as he dragged out his old duffel bag and grabbed his long coat, waving back to a couple of half hearted farewells from one or two of the others sitting at tables not far away, before exiting through the same door which had seen her enter. Wherever he was going, and she was prepared to bet it was not to track down the adulterous medieval knight of old, he would not open that door onto the same place that she had entered it from. The inn existed everywhere the travelers were, which was all worlds and all places. And when you wanted to return home, or at least to this place which could almost be considered home except for a distinct lack of emotional connection to it, then you just turned the corner and there it was: the inn. Like themselves, it crossed all borders.

Nobody bothered to take Gabriel's place behind the bar. They could all serve themselves, the only people who could come here were travelers or occasionally their guests, anyway. She just sat and nursed her beer, trying to decide whether she should head upstairs, find an empty room and crash for three days to catch up on the lost sleep incurred where she had last been. Yet that in itself seemed to take a little too much effort, so she remained where she was, nodding in silent greeting as one of the others jumped over the bar to fetch a drink. Miss Elizabeth it was, with her slick, tight leather clothing bordering deliberately on fetish-wear and proving she herself was not long back from traveling. She was a small blonde woman who liked to shock by appearance, but who in truth, Kit knew from experience, was incredibly conservative in bed. 

Kit sighed as she watched the girl rummage around behind the bar. Raised in an all female environment on a world so opposite to Kit's own there were literally no free men in her society at all, Elizabeth these days tended to prefer only men in the bedroom. As far as she could tell, Kit herself was the only woman who had managed to seduce her, even though it had only been to find lights-out-missionary-position was about all Elizabeth was interested in. And from what Gabriel and some of the other guys had told her, Elizabeth was pretty much the same with them as well. 

Well, they all had their hang ups. If she had come from a home world as uptight about sex as Elizabeth had, Kit figured she might be the same and her heavily patriarchal home world was bad enough when it came to that sort of thing. Besides, Elizabeth had not been with them long. It took a while to get used to the no rules, no care attitude of most other travelers, especially when it came to sex. But when you had traveled enough and seen enough variations on the whole good-taste/bad-taste thing, your attitude tended to become increasingly flexible. 

"Anything goes, right Kit?" Elizabeth winked, forcing Kit had to remember the other woman also came from a world where it was possible to read the unspoken thoughts of another and that Elizabeth was rather good at it. Kit only scowled at her good-naturedly.

"That's it. No rules, no meaning," she replied, raising her glass as if in salute to it. "Nothing intrinsically real or inherent, there is no inner truth, no absolute meaning and there are no consequences except those we make for ourselves. You'll learn that quick enough round here, girl."

Elizabeth only grinned, making her look even younger. Chronologically, she was barely out of childhood, no more than twenty, or at least she had been when she'd first turned up at the inn, dark, desperate, able only to travel. Once you hit that point, of course, age tended to freeze, like everything else, including emotional state and psychological fuck-ups. 

"Kit, you are so nihilistic. It's such a turn on," the girl teased, then only grabbed a bottle of something unlabelled from under the bar which was probably one of the Dominic's lethal home concoctions, before vaulting back over the top of it and heading for the door out the back. Not the one which lead out of the inn the angel had taken, but the one leading to the other rooms, further into the building which, like the Tardis Kit had once visited for a laugh, tended to resist mapping. There were more rooms than any of them cared to investigate and the place was bigger than anyone really knew. Every now and then one of them would decide it was time to explore the entire inn, but they'd grow bored after a while and leave the project unfinished. Like planning to return home the trip after the next one, an easily bored restlessness and an inability to stick at anything for long was a characteristic all the travelers tended to share.

Kit watched the girl go, wondering if she were swinging her hips to be deliberately provocative, but not caring either way and only enjoying the look of the young, firm female arse in the tight leather outfit. Miss Elizabeth was, if nothing else, a definite tease and Kit could appreciate that very well indeed, even if the girl didn't put out. She only sighed again as supple, leather-clad girl disappeared from view through the door and turned back to her drink.

"I'd thought you'd have had enough of women for a while."

That was a voice she hadn't been expecting. Rather than give him the satisfaction, she didn't turn around, nor did she immediately acknowledge his presence in any way. So it was fortunate she was facing away from him, so he could not see her not-quite-hidden smile.

"What, like you?" was all she eventually responded, without turning to look. She heard him laugh, then he moved deliberately into her line of sight, standing beside her at the bar. 

"You ever wonder why those of us who grew up in predominantly heterosexual environments tend more often to end up in bed with our own sex, Kit?" he asked her then and his voice was heavily mocking. He already had a drink in his hand, half finished, which surprised her. He didn't usually drink, most especially not when she was around, and besides, he preferred harder drugs. "Whilst those like Miss Elizabeth, who grew up in single gender environments, or those where homosexuality was the norm, find themselves almost exclusively enjoying heterosexual sex?"

She only looked up at him where he stood, thinking he needed to cut his too thick blonde hair, not quite so golden or luxurious as the angel's simply because it was far more human, and that he definitely needed a shave. Only the half finished drink in his hand indicated he had been here a little longer than she, for he did not look to have long returned himself. Which was typical. Even when they were trying to avoid each other, she and Daniel always ended up in each other's pockets. 

"Daniel, you'll fuck anything that moves, male or female. Don't tell me you predominantly stick to one or the other," she returned at last, shaking her head and turning away. 

"What, like you?" he mimicked her, half grinning. "Coming from the same home world and all, it's probably no surprise. So, you been home at all yet?"

She was careful to appear quite neutral to that one, especially as his question was less than casual, despite his attempts to sound nonchalant. What he said was true, they had come from the same home world. In fact, in a twisted way they were each at least partially responsible for driving the other here, a kind of thwarted love hate thing which became the impetuous for giving up on a whole world. The twisted part about it being they had never even been together before each had become travelers, let alone understood just how close the other was to that line. Obsessed about each other maybe, but never truly understood.

Or maybe it was only that they had understood each other far too well which had caused all the problems. 

"Nup. Was thinking of it soon though."

His smile was grim. "Trip after next, right?"

"You got it."

"Yeah, figures," he muttered, then glanced at her, a sly look. Suddenly, he leaned forward, so that his face was close to hers. "Why don't you and I just skip our usual antagonisms, Kit, and just get straight to the fucking?"

She had to bite her lip to cut back her smile at that one and only pushed him away. It was amazing how even their irritation with each other had become routine between them now, they each knew the other so well. 

"Can't I even finish my drink first? I'm barely back a few minutes," she retorted instead of arguing. He grinned, then nodded over at one of the booths towards the back of the long room.

"I'm having a drink with Felix. Going to join us?"

Her eyes narrowed, glancing suspiciously towards the booth he had indicated. Sure enough, she could see the long white hair of the dark natured creature who waited there and who grinned at her, sharp teeth and dangerous expression, when he saw her look. Felix wasn't human, but then neither were half those who came here, travelers all. What he was, Kit wasn't so sure and neither was anybody else, except to know that whatever he was, he had been very nasty once. If worlds were represented as stories, then in his tale he had definitely been the bad guy. The ultimate adversary. The leader of the evil armies attempting to enslave the world. And he'd very nearly won, too.

Not that it mattered much now, of course. Good and evil didn't really make much of a difference to travelers, who understood that such concepts were always defined in the minds and beliefs of individuals, of people, of men and women, and were never so innate as they at first might seem. Miss Elizabeth had called her nihilistic, but the fact was all travelers thought as Kit did, including that girl, and definitely including Felix. Besides, by the time you turned up in this inn knowing only you had to get away, that you needed escape, then you had generally ceased to care much for good, or for evil, or anything else for that matter. All there was left by then was the desperation to be anywhere else but the one place you knew, running only from the familiar and the loved. As travelers, they had as little interest in taking over the world as they had in saving it. They merely traveled, seeing other places, other worlds, other lives and beliefs and cultures and creatures, and all the while tried to avoid thinking of the one place they all kept saying they would eventually return to, except no one ever did. Home.

She glanced back up to Daniel. "Is that your attempt at seducing me?" she baited him.

"Don't blame me. Felix was the one who spotted you returning. He sent me over here," he grinned. 

"Ah. And you've decided to play obedient today, have you?" she laughed, but picked up her drink and followed him over to the booth.

She hadn't seen Felix in a long time, but there was a bond between them closer than between most travelers, except perhaps her and Daniel, which was another thing entirely and one she generally avoided thinking about. She had been there when Felix had first become a traveler, it had been his world she had been visiting, the kind of place they wrote fantastic novels about in her own home. She had seen what had happened to him, witnessed as his connection to his own world grew less and less viable, his care about his own influence within it dwindle to practically null. Stripped of one illusion after the other, until nothing meant anything anymore. He had been the evil one, the bad one, the one who had still fallen in love with the girl too frightened to help him when he most needed it and so had turned her back. Evil he may have been then, but he had also been a child once, before the evil had taken him; a child who made a mistake and received a penalty so harsh for it that he had not only barely survived, but had lost all sanity for a long while. 

So it went, such was how one supposedly evil was created, through the unjust treatment of others in the name of good and the subsequent possession of demons into his mind that he could not fight off and indeed hadn't truly even now. The only thing was, now it didn't matter all that much. As a traveler, you weren't bitter. Hurt perhaps, damaged still, but never bitter; it was too hard to care enough, after all. And the affects of whatever had chased you away from all you had called home would linger, but would mean no more than your other pains. That Felix carried companions with him constantly was just something which was a part of him, much like her tendency to drink far too much for her own good and Daniel's ability to feed enough hard drugs into his bloodstream to floor a small elephant. They had their hang ups and usually they were based in the worlds in which they had grown up; so she flirted with alcoholism, Daniel was a borderline junkie, and Felix... well Felix was half the time possessed, half the time himself, and nobody really knew which was which. 

There was conversation, at first. It had been a long time since the three of them had last seen each other and much to catch up on. Except as travelers, they weren't usually much good at the whole catching up thing; you were the same as you had been the last time and would be the next, nobody ever changed. And swapping traveling anecdotes did become somewhat redundant. Yet whilst they did not much care about anything, they did tend to care about each other and they tried to follow conventions which had once meant something but had now become as meaningless as everything else.

How are you. 

How have you been. 

Have you seen x or y or did you hear about when this happened, or that, or what do you think about... 

They tried. They always did. As if it were a way of clinging onto who they once might have been, as if it were a way of proving some things still did retain meaning and that included their relationships with others. As if this could ward off the feeling of being so very alone.

Their attempts at civility never lasted very long and by the time she returned from the bar with the next round of drinks, Felix was already pawing at Daniel and Daniel was more than eager in his response. She sat herself down across from them once more, pushing their drinks towards them but not trying to interrupt or pick up the stilted conversation where it had left off, instead only leaning back on her side of the booth with a dark smile and watching the two men handle each other so passionately. 

Felix had dragged Daniel over to him, hooking one arm around the other's neck and holding him down whilst he planted his lips on Daniel's own and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Felix's other hand was already inside Daniel's shirt, gripping at his skin, and she knew from experience just how suffocating Felix's passion could be, not that Daniel looked like he was protesting. He merely gripped back at Felix, no doubt enjoying his own helplessness as Daniel was wont to do when he was in such a mood, and let the creature have his way. 




Lost Souls



Kit liked to watch them. She shifted where she sat, her head back, her eyes narrowed and glued to the sight of the two well built, strong men giving in to their own passions. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed deeply through it. They took no note of her, nor the drinks she had returned with, but her eyes never left them, not even as she reached out to her own glass and embraced the cold rim of it with her lips, her body stiffening in empathetic hunger as Felix clenched his sharp, inhuman hand inside Daniel's shirt. His razor tipped fingers moved against Daniel's chest and the human man cried low down Felix's throat with the pain of it as the creature's nails sliced through his skin.

Felix only laughed, suddenly pulling Daniel roughly away by the hair, then reaching out that same inhuman hand with the sharp, sharp nails and touches of Daniel's blood upon them, to one of the drinks she had set down on the table. Daniel only gasped for air now that he was someway released, as well he might, it was not easy to breathe when Felix had you in his grasp. Not that you were always wanting such release, Kit knew as well as any of them the true conflict of need when enjoying Felix's company; desirous hunger for him, or simple air. 

Less roughly now, indeed with some fondness, Felix took the glass without sipping from it himself and raised it to Daniel's mouth. Daniel, head still held back by the grip of Felix's other hand in his hair, merely drank from it as he was bid, his eyes catching hers over the rim as he did so. His smile was hungry, tempting; he was enjoying himself immensely and expected only more and greater pleasure to come. That was okay, she only smiled back darkly herself. She loved to watch a strong man forced down, just as much as Daniel loved to be forced

"Jesus, Kit, tell me you've finished your drink," he said, still breathless, immediately as Felix brought the glass away from his mouth. "I so want to go upstairs and fuck."

Felix was grinning his sharp toothed, dark grin as he glanced at her to gauge her response, putting the glass back on the table without drinking from it himself. Instead, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked the droplets of Daniel's blood from his sharpened, inhuman nails, watching her constantly. It was an action meant to partly spike her fear, mostly spike her arousal, and it worked in both cases. He would not have pierced the skin too deeply, just enough to hurt, drinking as much from Daniel's pain as his blood. Despite his vampiric tendencies, Felix wasn't anything so simple as a vampire. What he was, was indefinable. One thing he was, was hungry. Always hungry. Kit wanted him bad, as, obviously, did Daniel.

Too experienced in the pleasures of denial, both inflicting it and suffering it, Kit only took a further, small, sip of her own drink and grinned slyly.

"All in good time," she promised. "I'm enjoying myself watching you at the moment."

Daniel let out a frustrated groan, half clenching his teeth as he glared at her, but he was in the mood to let himself be pushed around currently and so would not argue, instead only turning his attentions back to Felix. Felix himself simply laughed low at the other's desperation and let Daniel push him back against the padded upholstery of the seat behind him, Daniel's hands spreading apart his already half undone shirt and bringing his lips to the muscular definitions of Felix's chest. 

Felix just lay back and let Daniel mouth his body, one hand held loosely at the back of the blonde man's head, the other half clenched on top of the table separating Kit from the men as he enjoyed the human man's attentions. Over the top of Daniel's head, his obsidian black eyes met hers and she could see the base desire in them, the dark hunger which drove him on. His smile was sharp toothed and dangerous and made her want to give in then and there, to simply crawl across the table to him and give herself to him just as gladly as Daniel currently was. Felix tended to have that affect on his lovers. One of his attractions; Daniel and she were the same in almost every way, after all, and a liking for brutal dominance was definitely one of them.

She knew he was in her head well before she thought to pull away. Felix getting in there, mentally inside of her, finding the centre of her desire and drawing it forwards, building it up, psychic powers. She couldn't help but push physically back against her seat, her fingers clutching at the dented, stained wood of the bar-table in front of her as she groaned low with the sudden burning growing inside of her. Her back was arched, but her eyes remained locked with his, trapped in Felix's dark, knowing gaze. His hand, the one which had previously been upon the table, lifted slowly and beckoned to her and she wanted to go to him then, to do anything for him, to bow down and submit to him. His gaze offered her a pain sublime and a pleasure immeasurable and all it would take would be for her to bow down before his will. 

It took a brutal growl and a supreme effort to tear herself away from his gaze. Indeed, it was even almost painful to do so, her teeth clenched with the effort, screwing her eyes up shut suddenly to cut out the sight of his dark, obsidian eyes which had captured her so easily. Felix's psychic manipulations were not necessarily unwelcome, of course, but fighting them was always part of the fun.

Flushed from having him in her head, she refused to meet his eyes again and instead only grabbed for her drink with shaking hands. As she did so, she heard Daniel laugh, looking up a little from where he had been licking and sucking on Felix's hyper-sensitive nipples.

"Jesus, Felix," she muttered, breathless. "How in the hell did you ever lose the big battle of good and evil when you can do shit like that?"

"Not all like it so much as you, Kitty-cat." Felix's voice was a low gravel sound, not quite human, all hunger. "And I did not lose. I simply walked away."

She did not care to say he'd been just about to lose when he'd done so, because there was no point and none of them really cared anyway. By that stage he'd already mostly lost interest anyway, probably why he'd been about to lose; one did not become a traveler overnight, any more than the great evil overlord simply gave it up out of boredom. It took a long while of illusion after illusion being shattered until there was nothing left to hold on to, no meaning left in your own world. When there was not even any pain left to grip.

"Well warn me next time, before you do that," she tried to insist, attempting to get her breath back. Daniel was grinning, still half lying across the creature, licking periodically at his chest.

"Half the fun is in the shock of it," he reminded her, lowering his head once again to Felix's skin. His attentions were quite devoted; Daniel was like that when he was in the mood to be.

Her grin was darker. "Half the fun is in the fighting," she answered instead. "And then losing anyway."

"Then why the fucking continuous delay, complaining you've not yet finished your drink?" Daniel looked up suddenly again, some of his own frustrated anger with her showing. Felix, becoming irritated by the myriad of brief stops in Daniel's attentions to him, simply raised one hand to the back of the blonde man's head and pulled him back down, this time holding him there. Daniel struggled, but Felix's strength was greater than any human's and there was no way he was getting free. She watched as he gave it up and tried instead only to double his efforts to please Felix, anything, no doubt, to get the creature to remove his hold and let him raise his head even if only a little. She wondered idly if he could actually breath with his face pressed against Felix's chest like that and thought that may have been the reason for his uncharacteristic struggles. He was destined to lose them, of course; any who played with Felix knew that would always be the case; it was one of the reasons they went to him. Watching Daniel battle, she licked her lips unconsciously.

"I'll make you wait all the more, just for that," she threatened, her voice low, rough with desire of her own. 

This time, however, Felix himself was fed up with the waiting. All of a sudden he pushed Daniel, gasping for air, from him roughly and sat up straight once again. This time, when he turned to Kit, he kept his psychic abilities to himself.

"Finish your drink," he snarled a rough command at her. "Now."

It was nothing less than an order and her body heated in sudden, immediate response to it. She gulped back a shuddered breath, grabbed her drink and brought it to her lips. When she drank it back, she did so in one long swallow, many long years of experienced drinking aiding her ability to skull the almost full glass and not stop until it was completely empty. When she brought the glass back down to the table, it was with a bang. Daniel, still trying to catch his breath, mockingly cheered, with some exasperation.

"At last," he muttered. "Let's go."





Lost Souls



When his fingers moved to her sex, she groaned low with pleasure, then cut back an unwitting squeal of pain as he squeezed tightly, then released. He knew exactly where to touch and how, exactly how much pain to provoke, taking his time, feeling her slowly, exploring her as she writhed and twisted on the ropes and pushed herself back against him. She could not close her legs due to the spreader bar, a feeling she adored, and he alternated his touch between deceptively gentle and the sudden, sharp sting of a pinch or a pull. When he finally jammed his fingers inside her, it was quick and hard and made her cry out, it made her almost cum straight away, but then he paused and drew them out slowly.

His touch was not gentle, but possessive, demanding. He knew how to play her body only too well. Drawing her along a pain built pleasure, flicking her clitoris sharply, then rubbing it softly, sliding his fingers inside of her slow, then jabbing them in hard, until she could never tell what to expect and was as wound up with tense anticipation and desperate sensations of pleasure. It no longer mattered that her shoulders ached so badly and her calves were beginning to burn, all that mattered now was this creature behind her, possessing her, taking her, and the myriad of conflicting sensations he was causing her to feel.

"You are very wet, little Kitty-cat. This pain you like so much. I think you are enjoying," he murmured, close to her ear. If she had been more in a state to pay attention to detail, she possibly would have been forewarned by that, but at the moment she could barely think beyond the physical desire of her body and her growing, desperate need.

"Fuck, Felix, I needed this," she admitted coarsely, her voice rough. "Let me cum, please. Let me cum for you."

A mistake, of course, and one he had deliberately led her into. In one sudden movement, his hands stopped their teasing and the one at her groin flicked back then slapped down hard upon her. She cried out with this swift change to sudden, dreadful pain, but had little time to come to grips with it as he moved into a better position and slapped her there again. With her legs forced apart by the spreader bar, she was very open and extremely vulnerable to him, and his fingers, as skilled in making her feel so good, were just as skilled in making her squirm in agonized pain.

"You will not cum," he hissed at her, "maybe I won't ever let you cum. Maybe I will keep you there, on the edge, but never take you over it."

"Gods no, please, sorry, please," she tried a garbled response, so desperately needing the climax, so distraught at being denied. He only slapped her again, so that her eyes opened wide and a pained cry escaped her lips, but at least it had the affect of clearing her head. She stood there, swinging slightly on the ropes, breathing ragged and deep and trying to get to grips with the sudden switch from near orgasm to utter pain and her own inability to tell the difference between the two. 

She heard laughter, human this time. Daniel had re-entered the room, walking a little stiffly perhaps, but half hard again upon seeing her writhe there, her weight on her shoulders as the force of Felix's slaps forced her from her feet. She glared at him for his amusement at her state, thinking it would drive her mad if they didn't let her cum soon, and he wasn't helping the situation at all.

"Jesus Felix, you don't know how badly I need it," she finally uttered, when she felt she would be able to make some kind of sense. "You two have already had the chance. Let me cum, for chrissakes."

Felix's eyes narrowed angrily. Even Daniel looked surprised she risked that one. 

"Cunt slap her again, Felix," Daniel suggested, his arms crossed as he leant against the doorframe of the door leading from the bathroom. "She deserves it, for that."

Felix merely pointed to a large set of drawers in the corner of the room. "Go to the bottom drawer, Daniel. Get me what you find there."

Daniel, of course, was immediately obedient, grinning at Kit as he passed. She only made a face at him, wondering what in the hell Felix had in those drawers and watching Daniel as he bent down to them and opened the drawer up. He raised his eyebrows when he did, glancing back over his shoulder at Felix.

"Guess you didn't just pick this room at random, did you Felix?" he asked the other. Felix grinned, sharp toothed and dangerous. "Where'd you get all this stuff?"

"Last place I traveled. Found some interesting bits and pieces. Brought some back with me," Felix explained with a certain hidden darkness which made Kit wonder if that was all there was to it. But she was too busy watching as Daniel went through the drawers, trying to see what he had found there.

The bottom drawer contained a long, thick, black leather strap and she knew immediately what that was for, her eyes flicking nervously to Felix, who only stood and grinned at her. But Daniel didn't stop there, going through some of the other implements and toys, laughing as he did. No wonder the spreader bar had been so conveniently handy. Felix had a whole collection of canes, whips and restraints in there.

Enough to keep them going for the next few hours at least.

"You have been busy," she said, turning to him and suddenly suspicious as to the sheer familiarity of everything Daniel had pulled from the drawers. "Just where was this last place you traveled, then? I'm sure if there were a world dedicated to leather and chains out there, I would have found it well before now."

"You'd be surprised, little Kitty-cat," he answered. "The last place I was at was your home world."

Daniel gave them away first. The straps he'd been picking up were dropped, suddenly, from his hands and he swore with the clatter, bending down quickly to pick them up. At least it broke the tension of the moment before it could be easily noticed, though she was quite sure Felix would have noted it anyway, indeed she was quite sure he had planned this all along. Yet each of them were too experienced at hiding it to give the unease away for long and Daniel merely gathered up all the bits and pieces he'd dropped and took them over to the bed, dumping them where he could sort them out and really have a good look. After piling them up there, he took the strap which had been in the bottom drawer and which Felix had particularly asked for, and brought it across to the creature.

He could not help but meet her eyes as he passed however and she saw her own wariness reflected in them. 

"You must've found a good shop, then. In our home world, this kind of stuff is kept mostly hidden," she managed and was glad to find she sounded almost reasonable. Not that Felix would necessarily be convinced. He knew how well she and Daniel could act to hide their secrets, after all. 

And she and Daniel shared a lot of secrets.

The first slap of the strap against her arse was a shock. Felix had moved out of her line of sight and she had been too busy sharing a cautious glance with Daniel to expect it, so she cried out with the sudden pain and her body swung forward. She totally lost her footing and struggled to regain it quickly before the next inevitable blow came, but was not quick enough and Felix brought the strap down across her thighs this time with a sting that literally brought tears to her eyes. Very real tears born of very real pain. 

She had needed this so much.

There were very few men across all the worlds who could make her cry. Right now she was with two of them and she would have been hard put to name any others, though these two did so in very different fashions. With Felix, it was entirely physical and always intentional. She was a strong woman and over the long, long years of traveling she had faced some very serious situations where extreme physical pain was neither welcome or avoidable. From Felix, however, it was both; definitely welcomed and quite avoidable if she had chosen to do so, but she didn't, she wanted this, she needed this, the extreme of sensation, the reminder she was still alive. 

The reminder, somehow, that she could still feel.

With Daniel, it was never physical. With Daniel, it was never intentional. With Daniel... well, best not think on that.

Felix's skills at drawing the line between pleasure and pain, then blending the two, were too perfect for her to ever resist. Daniel's eyes were alight as he watched her take a beating far worse than had been administered to him, but then perhaps she needed it more this night, or perhaps it was simply what she wanted. Felix brought the tears to her eyes until she screamed out she could stand no more, but he kept on going, he knew her too well. He beat her until she was no longer screaming at him to stop, but begging him to continue; her head back, hanging from her arms, her feet scraping the ground forced apart by the spreader bar, naked before them both and completely vulnerable.

"Make it hurt, Felix. Make it fucking hurt," she cried out as he brought the leather down upon her again, snapped against the skin, cracking against her body, and she swung further on her ropes from the force of it. Time and time again, matched only by the brutality of her need, and her no longer even begging for it, but only demanding more and more and more.

Then, suddenly, he stopped.

Always the worst part. The reality of the pain seared through her and she always became more conscious of it in the moment after the immediate force of it ended. She gasped, trying to get her breath, trying to bring her mind back out of that space where all she had needed was the extreme physical sensation and back to a reality where that sensation really, truly, fucking hurt.

"Crawl to her, Daniel," she vaguely heard Felix order the other sharply. Daniel possibly hesitated, because she heard the snap of the leather against skin again, only this time it wasn't against her skin, and a hurt cry from Daniel, who probably hadn't been ready for it. He must have complied quick enough after that, because there was shuffling and as she tried to focus on what was immediately before her, instead of the sensations in her body and her head, she vaguely saw him on his hands and knees before her, pausing warily as he awaited further instruction.

"Don't..." she tried so urgently to say and knew Daniel at least understood her. Daniel always would. Just as she would always understand him. That was their tragedy.

She had wanted the pain, that extreme of sensations. But she did not want this. And Felix knew it. They avoided it always, she and Daniel. They knew better than to go there, it opened up too much. But she was strung up by ropes and her feet forced apart by the spreader bar, and Daniel was undoubtedly too wary of the strap in Felix's hands, let alone the need to explain if he suddenly took to refusals. Had he planned this all along, Felix their friend who knew them so well? Had he found a way to force them to what he must have seen they always avoided? What terrified each of them far too much?

It was an agony of contrasts. Daniel's mouth to her soaked, desperate physical center was sweet and gentle and it made her ache with a kind of inner pain worse than anything Felix could administer on the outside. Compared to the beating she had just endured, this was almost insufferable, it was a torture of kindness she just could not bear, his lips to her sodden sex, his tongue inside of her. She wanted to close her legs to halt the feelings then and there, but could not because of the spreader bar. She wanted to demand he stop, but could not, for that would have taken some explaining and their secrets were too deeply buried to ever find a way of explaining them to anyone, even one who knew them so well as Felix. Even perhaps to themselves.

She didn't want this sweetness. Not from Daniel. It felt far, far too good.

Her head lolled back with a groan, she couldn't help it, Daniel was too good at providing oral pleasures and she could feel the orgasm building with her, for all she wanted to deny it. She tried to focus on the pain of her body from the beating, but that only highlighted the gentle feel of his mouth as he sucked firmly but gently upon her clitoris, the sensations as he moved his attentions further down and explored inside her with his tongue, dedicated to providing her with all the pleasure he could, devoted to making her feel truly wonderful. 

So very loving in his touch.

"Beat me again, Felix. I can endure this no more," she tried, her head back. She was aware of Felix standing behind her, even his hand was gentle at her face, pushing the hair back from her eyes and perhaps seeing her tears there, real tears, this time born of a pain that was anything but physical. But like her impending orgasm, she tried to fight them, determined to conquer these feelings; what she had let show freely under the pain of his strap, she could not allow herself to reveal when brought to by pleasure. Not when it was Daniel providing her this pleasure. It would be too much like a crack in a dam, the door opened merely an inch could so much more easily be forced right off its hinges, after all.

She couldn't let that happen.

Yet Felix seemed determined to ensure otherwise.

"Why did you leave your world, Kitty-cat?" His voice was tempting by her ear.

"No," she whispered, perhaps even hoping her refusal to answer might push him to further physical punishment. But Felix knew her too well.

"Tell me. Why do you, both of you, travel? Why did you and Daniel leave your world?" he insisted, but gently now, as gentle as Daniel's mouth to her sex. "I have been to your world. It is not like mine, there was no great battle of good and evil you were escaping from, there was no destruction you were responsible for, or which had taken all from you, or that you had need to avoid. Indeed, it seemed so very ordinary. Peaceful. Sweet. It even seemed nice."

"Why do any of us travel, Felix?" she tried, then was forced to moan even lower as Daniel flicked his tongue across her clitoris again and her muscles threatened to spasm. "Please, Felix, no more of this. No more."

"You may cum, if you wish it, my little Kitty-cat," he said, suggestively, low. But she only shook her head sharply.

"No," she managed in a gasp. "No."

Daniel knew better than to disobey Felix's orders and simply stop of his own accord, though she knew he wanted to, he wanted this no more than she. He knew what it was doing to her, this pleasure and the fact it was he who was bringing it to her, he knew how it threatened them both. But he couldn't help the genuine care in his touch, anymore than she could help respond to it, and at least he was spared the necessity of answering Felix's questions. At least he wasn't forced through this desperate, terrible interrogation where pleasure was used instead of pain. Felix knew she could handle any amount of pain he could ever inflict. It was pleasure she could not endure. 

He had learnt a lot on his recent clandestine trip to their home world, it seemed.

"What are you running from, Kit?" Felix asked suddenly and his voice was no longer teasing or suggestive, merely serious. "You and Daniel? What are you always running from?"

She could not answer, she also could not see, for there were tears in her eyes she could not help now and sobs in her throat and she tried so hard not to let this happen, but she could not help it. Her orgasm came upon her without her willing it, a slow, slow build up as her muscles began to spasm and her body shook and she cried out with the pleasure of it, the desperate, aching sweetness on which she floated for so long. It felt so wonderful, for those brief few moments. It always felt so wonderful.

It always reminded her how much she had lost.

As her cries of orgasm dimmed they slowly became only desperate sobs, almost indistinguishable from each other, until she was simply hanging there crying desperately and barely even aware of the other two with her. Yet she felt gentle hands at her ankles, undoing the straps of the spreader bar, and when he straightened from doing that, Felix helped her stand upon her own two feet, helped support her as he reached up and undid the ropes around her wrists. Drawing her arching arms down, he rubbed at the torn and burnt skin there with kind, caring attention. He stood at her back with his arms wrapped around her body, holding her as she cried, kissing her head softly and she clung onto him hard, as if he were the one anchor in all the worlds she knew she could depend on, the only thing which would stop her drifting into the void. 

He did not take his arms away from her even after she was able to take her full weight on her own two feet, but instead began to kneel slowly, gently nudging her down with him. It was not a command or an order, it was merely a request made in a physical manner, and so she did it, unable to let him go, moving to the ground with him so that she found herself kneeling on the floor. 

In front of Daniel.

There were tears on his face also, to see her so distraught. He began to reach out one hand to her, but then thought the better of it and stopped, if reluctantly so. Instead he just bit his lip and wiped hard at his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kit," he whispered. She only shook her head, as if to tell him it was not his fault, for so it wasn't. It wasn't his fault and it wasn't her fault, it was just the way things were. Nobody to blame. Not even themselves.

Maybe that was why they found themselves traveling.

Breaking the habits of several lifetimes, she reached out to him instead and this time it was he who sobbed and she took him into her arms. At last. They had played so often, she and Daniel, they fucked and they argued, but they never held each other, and they never kissed. 

She held him now, Felix all but forgotten, the creature deliberately stepping back now he had found a way to bring them together. It was only her and Daniel now, in each other's arms, crying desperately as they clung to each other, in a way they had never done since the very, very early days back home, before they each become travelers.

What are you running from?

He kissed her, and she let him. It had been so long. She kissed him back, staidly at first, then with growing need, opening her mouth to admit his tongue, pushing her own into his, until their bodies were pressed together with a genuine desire. It wasn't the urgent desperation with which they almost always played, it wasn't the painful need to hurt or be hurt. It was merely that wish to be together, that constant, sincere ache of never wanting to be apart again, and to acknowledge this in a physical union that gave as much as it took. 

She kissed the tears away from his face, then the pre-cum from his hardening cock, and he drew her down to the ground until she lay upon her back and he maneuvered on top of her, then inside of her. She moaned softly as he entered her, the feel of him there so right. So long ago it was she had last felt this and for so long she had tried to forget it, but she found that had been in vain, for she remembered only too well. He brought his face down to hers and she kissed him as they began to move, slowly, gently, building their rhythm, locking their eyes. She could not take her eyes from his face, hers as reddened and tear stained as his, and they looked only at each other, as if that was where salvation lay, and perhaps it truly was.

Their rhythm built, but there was no need for speed, it was a slow, sweet feeling which left no conscious thought for anything else, there was nothing else but the other, there was nothing else but this. The two of them, alone. 

The two of them, together. 

Like they had never managed back home.

"I love you, Kit," he whispered, right before he came. "I miss you so much."




Lost Souls



Just because a White woman identifies as a conservative on the political spectrum doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy the company of Black men, I thought to myself as I gave my date the once-over. My, this one is definitely a cutie. Adam Trebucher is the tall, athletic young Black man of Haitian descent my good friends Kristin and Jacqueline set me up with. We sat inside a nice little Italian bistro in the east end of Ottawa, enjoying a nice meal. Adam told me he's a second-year student at Carleton University, majoring in Criminology. Good looks and brains, eh? I like that in a man.

The name is Evelyn Saint-Jean. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My family is French Canadian. Well, they were anyway. My parents, Louis and Beatrice Saint-Jean of Montreal, Quebec, died in a car accident while I was just starting high school. I was taken in by my aunt Gabrielle Darcy and she moved to metropolitan Ottawa with me shortly after my folks burial. Aunt Gabby isn't the nicest person in the world, especially when she got some liquor in her. That's when this outwardly charming and friendly woman would get violent. And she often took it out on me. Until one day, I couldn't stand it any longer. She fell down the stairs and died. The police ruled it an accident. If they only knew. 

Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-nine, slim and fit young Caucasian woman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. People assume I'm just another pretty, easygoing gal until they look into my eyes. The eyes of a battle-hardened woman who's seen too much and been through hell. After my aunt's death, I was all alone in the world. In spite of the mess my life has always been, I've always been able to focus on what mattered. Like school. Yeah, while living with my abusive aunt, school became my only refuge. I excelled academically, that's why I won an academic scholarship to the University of Ottawa. I went there to get my bachelor's degree in business administration, then switched to economics. I saw it as more promising, you know?

I recently graduated from the University of Ottawa with my Master's degree in Economics. December 2012, that's when I graduated. I thought I would find a job easily but someone forgot to tell me about the job market in provincial Ontario in 2013. I'm twenty eight years old, and I'm broke, crumbling under student debt. I owe OSAP, the government-run student loan agency, a lot of money. If I don't get a job real soon, I'm toast. In a time like this, I feel super stressed and life has been hell lately. Don't ask me when was the last time I did anything fun. Or thought about things like romance, sex and dating. I was too busy trying to survive.

Going on a blind date set up by my friends, well, this felt kind of nice. A throwback to the days of carefree normalcy, you know? I smiled at Adam, and we talked a bit. He was telling me about his plans after graduation. He wants to go to Law school and become a hotshot attorney. Hmmm. Of course he does. He looks like he could pull it off, too. He's got that relentless drive I've only seen in the eyes of people who've been through hell and back, and somehow kept on going. There's a story there somewhere, I think. Maybe Adam will tell it to me if and when I see him again. He's a little younger than me at twenty five, but it's a negligible difference in my opinion.

Adam and I finished our meal, then we walked out of the restaurant. Classy guy, he opened the door for me, and paid for our tickets to the movies. We saw that zombie romantic comedy, the one where the zombie dude becomes human after falling in love with a chick whose father leads the human resistance against the zombie horde. Charming little movie, to be sure. I had fun. When our date concluded, Adam walked me to the bus stop. I took the ninety five bus heading from Gloucester to Baseline Station. I live in the west end, not far from the Nepean public library. It's a long trip from there to Ottawa University but I used to manage it just fine as an undergrad then as a grad student. And I can do it just as well as a broke-ass recent university graduate, pardon my French. 

I returned to my one-bedroom apartment on Canter Boulevard. The owner of the place is a Vietnamese guy and he rents it out to students. I'm one of three females living on the property. There's like fifteen guys there. You'd think I'd mind but I don't. I've always gotten along better with men than with women. Men are less dramatic, you know? One of the male tenants, Victor Abdullah, is a cute Lebanese Christian guy. He goes to Algonquin College and majors in police foundations. He's really nice but he's got this bitchy girlfriend named Ashley. She's half white and half Jamaican or something along those lines. Cute chick, but she's mean as hell. She's always yelling at Victor when she comes over. I've seen them argue and she really tears into him. I advised him to dump her ass but he's too much of a pansy to do it. Man, life is funny. Bad girls get good guys and treat them like shit. Girls like me hope to meet good guys but they're fucked up by chicks like Ashley by the time we meet them. The universe's way of fucking all of us over, you know? 

Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I would have been if my parents had lived. I wouldn't be so fucked up, that's for sure. I finally make it home, and drop on my bed. Off comes my dress, and my boxers. Yes, I'm the kind of woman who wears boxers. if you don't like it, you can kiss my ass. I open my laptop and check my messages on my Yahoo account. I tried to get a job as a librarian's assistant at Ottawa University but they turned me down, though they "appreciate" my interest. I also didn't get the job with Bell Canada. The only positive reply I got from all the prospective employers I contacted was from Securitas Canada. They offer free training, and the salary starts at eleven dollars and fifty cents per hour. Hmmm. Not bad. Once, I would have scoffed at such an idea. Working as a rent-a-cop is beneath me since I've got a Master's degree in economics from one of Canada's best universities. Right? Nope. I guess life had other plans.

I sent back a reply, telling them I'd show up for training whenever they wanted me to. To my immense surprise, I got a reply five minutes later, asking me to confirm I'd be there Monday. I smiled. Looks like I got myself a job, I thought. And not a moment too soon. I've recently paid this month's rent and I'm down to five hundred and seventeen dollars in my Scotia Bank account. After that, I'm broke. Rent is three hundred a month, and groceries can cost a lot, even though I shop in Chinatown where everything's cheap. I lay in bed, trying not to think about my problems and how they plagued my dismal little life.

Instead, I thought of Adam Trebucher, the handsome Haitian gentleman I met a few hours ago. He sent me a text as I rode the bus home, saying he had a nice time. I smiled as I texted him back, thanking him for a wonderful time and asking when I could see him again. He wants to take me to a paintball tournament his friends are having in Kanata next week. Sounds good to me. As I lay on my bed, trying to fall asleep, I thought about Adam. He's so beautiful, with a great body. I wonder what he's like in the bedroom. Man, I cannot even remember the last time I had sex. I've been with girls and guys, just casual fun. Last guy I dated was Stephen Brownstone, an African-American guy I met in the City of Toronto last summer. He was visiting from his hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. We had a lot of fun together, Stephen and I. Good times indeed. 

Hmmm. I lay there, reminiscing, and found myself thinking of both Stephen and Adam. Both of them tall, fit young Black men. I would love to be the meat in such a sandwich I tell you. I'd love to kiss them and make out with them, and then feel their throbbing Black dicks in my hands. I would suck Stephen while Adam fucked me from behind, pulling my hair and spanking my ass. I've been told by plenty of Black men that I've got a really nice butt for a white chick. Hmmm. I've done all kinds of things sexually but the one fantasy I've had for the longest time is to do a threesome with two sexy Black guys and to experience double penetration. My hands found their way between my legs and I fingered my pussy as I set loose my imagination and indulged my fantasy.

I reached for my toothbrush and pressed the handle against my asshole while thrusting two fingers into my wet pussy. Furiously I fucked myself while imagining Stephen and Adam thrusting their dicks inside of me, one in my pussy and one in my asshole. I shrieked in pleasure, and lay there, panting and sweaty. Sometimes I can really work myself up, even while playing solo. I removed the toothbrush from my ass, and tossed it into the recycle bin, as I called my small trash barrel. It was, um, dirty. I licked my fingers, tasting my pussy on them. Hmmm. Yummy. I smiled to myself, and looked at my watch. Eleven o'clock on a Friday night. I just got home from a date and I just masturbated myself to a not so guilty pleasure. Yay for me. I looked at my phone, and glanced at Adam's message. I am looking forward to our next date for sure!



Lost Souls & Dreamers Beach



She was looking out the window of the hotel at the beach down below. It looked so inviting and beckoning to her. Her co-workers were busy setting up for the training session tomorrow and they were all under the usual pressure to out perform as a team. Becky was a very stern and business-like woman, who had no time for walks on the beach, or making love to someone in a location such as this tropical one she was in now. All of her life she had been driven to achieve perfection. In all things so far she had done very well. In school, college, and now business, she was at the top of all things she did. 

Her black hair was pulled back tightly and in a severe bun, and she wore glasses that matched the description of a strong, very strong woman. The aura she gave left men not wanting to 'get to know her' and she didn't care for the male of the species anyway. They were so clumsy and inept at times. Any woman could out-do them in all situations, she was thinking. Still the beach called out to her. She turned to the others in the room and announced that she was going to take a walk to clear her mind for the next training session. They glanced up and knowing that she had already done the lion's share of work shrugged and acknowledged her statement. 

As Becky reached the trail to the beach she saw that it wended through a little 'valley'. There was paper everywhere, being the off-season it must build up, she thought to herself. As she walked the trail a little wind kicked up and twirled the paper in front of her. She was reminded of snowdrifts that she remembered from her childhood. As she walked further, one particular paper rose up and slammed into her chest. It clung to her breasts and seemingly caressed them. When her hand touched it, it felt unusually warm. That was a strange thing for a cool evening breeze had almost chilled her as she walked along. It should have been cool to the touch! She picked it off of her and got ready to toss it away, irritated by the junk now swirling around her. "Stupid people! Leaving garbage laying around to be an unsightly mess and get in people's way." She softly spoke those words, not realizing that she spoke aloud.

The paper in her hand had writing on it, she glanced down and started to read it, thinking that she might get a name or address and send them a letter of incensed dialogue to set them straight for littering such a beautiful tropical place as this. She read the first paragraph and discovered it was some kind of erotic story about a man and a beautiful brunette woman. She laughed derisively and thought to herself that a man had obviously written this drivel. Only a man would get everything wrong in the first paragraph. She started to toss it aside then thought better of it. I'll just take it to my room and read it tonight; I could probably rewrite it and make it a much better 'love' story. Rolling it up she turned around and headed back to the hotel. 

Later, after she got out of the shower, she went over to the desk in the room and opened up her laptop. She proceeded to copy the story down and rewrite it as she did. "Let's see now, first of all everyone knows the woman should be portrayed stronger and she should be blonde." She wrote some, and then stopping for a moment; she erased a few lines and started them over. "Second of all, a woman should be the love interest here, not a man."

As she wrote she had the paper she had picked up in her lap. It was still warm and her leg felt this warmth as it crept up her body. Her short robe was open, and since she had the room to herself, she had allowed the one luxury of sleeping nude, so after her shower she had just put the robe on in case someone needed to talk to her. The warmth reached her sensitive area at the top of her legs and seemed to envelope her totally at that point. 

She thought wryly "What would her male counterparts be thinking now if they knew she was writing an erotic story about two lesbians?"

She wrote late into the night and when she finished she decided that she would proofread it then, a habit that had served her well for the last ten years or so. She took it to her bed and started to read, and as she read it she unconsciously began to stroke her leg with her free hand. The more she read her 'story' the more insistent her hand moved around her body. Soon it was at her bellybutton and it seemed to be making a decision on which way to go, up or down. It chose up and soon it was putting fingers in her robe and lightly touching her nipples. She began to get a warm feeling in her pussy, and she soon noticed that she was getting wet down there in a serious fashion. In her story, the blonde woman became the one female in her office that she had respect for. She had written about the blonde and her having a long, satisfying relationship. By the time she had finished her story, her fingers had found her wet slit and drumming in tandem with the story she orgasmed in one very strong and long lasting shudder. 

Shocked at what she had just done, she put the computer away and put the story in an envelope in her briefcase. Why had she done that she wondered. She hadn't masturbated in such a long time. She went to sleep, and in a short couple of hours was up getting ready for the days work. She felt refreshed and clean, ready to attack the long arduous day ahead. 

She walked into the conference room and the first person she saw was a blonde woman, wearing a power business suit. Her hair was in a small bun and she was wearing dark glasses. Becky's heart gave a change in cadence seeing the object of her desire in front of her. Her cheeks glowed red for a moment as she thought of her night and what she had done. Joan came up to her and gave her a quick hug. "Missed you last night, I thought that you were going to be back and you didn't show. Are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah, I was just tired I guess Joan. I didn't miss anything important did I?" Becky was trying to pull herself together from the close contact with Joan just now. Her cheeks blushed again as she thought of what else she would like to do with Joan. "You look smashing Joan!"

"Thank you Becky, I was hoping that you would like it. I chose it before leaving home thinking that you would like it, hoped so anyway."

"Oh really? I do like it Joan, but why would you care if I liked it or not?" Becky's heart started to heavily beat, hoping to hear just a hint of what she wanted to hear from Joan.

"Well, I respect your opinion Becky, and, well, I want you to think that I look good, you know, for the company and all." Joan blushed, and turning towards Becky she stepped closer. "I really would like for you to think that I was attractive, and well,..."

Becky's heart was near bursting it was pounding so hard now. "Are you trying to say something to me Joan? I think that you may have more to say to me but you are not sure how I will react, so, for right now we are just going to pretend that we are two women whom are just meeting, not two coworkers on a business trip. Tell me whatever it is on your mind, I'll not say or do anything, honest."

"I couldn't Becky, if you took it wrong it would be a very bad thing and could cause a business problem. I can't tell you what I am feeling right now."

Feeling daring, and quite brave, Becky blurted out her thoughts to Joan. 

"Do you, well, Joan, oh hell, here goes. Joan, do you have certain feelings for me? You don't have to answer. I would just like to let you know that I have had feelings for you for quite a while, and since I don't know how you'd react, I have kept them to myself. I would like to get to know you better Joan."

"Romantically? I mean, would you be interested in a physical relationship Becky? Oh God, I have gone and done it now!" Joan blushed crimson.

"Well, honestly Joan, I actually thought of you last night. I dreamed that we were lovers. I know that since I am your supervisor that this is wrong, but I can't help myself. I have wanted you for quite a while now."

A thousand miles away in the city, a man came into his apartment building, jockeying his luggage and briefcase around while fumbling for his keys. As he did so he felt a presence behind him, waiting. He turned and saw that he had inadvertently blocked the hall and the pretty woman was waiting to pass. He blushed and stammered out an apology. "Sorry, I'll move this junk so you can get by." She looked up at him and smiled. 

"You don't have to hurry on my part, I'm only one door down from you." He looked at her again and realized that this was his neighbor whom he had just written an erotic story about. He flushed again thinking about what he had written and turned away to finish unlocking his door. She had finally spoken to him and he was at a loss as to how to keep this conversation going. 

"You look particularly beautiful this morning." Oh god. Had he said that out-loud? She was looking at him with a smile and her head tilted ever so slightly.

"You think that I am beautiful?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean that you look very nice. Uh...well... no you aren't nice looking. Oh shi... I meant to say that you look ravishing. Damn what the hell is wrong with me? I am sorry!" He was stammering and blushing. She was laughing a soft laugh. He fumbled some more and got his door open. He practically ran into his apartment.

Now she is going to think that I am the biggest weirdo on the block, maybe in the whole city. Why did I say that to her. I mean I was thinking those thoughts about her, but I don't really know her, never spoke to her before. 

He was certain that she would think of him as a nerd or something now. He had the story though, and that would do. He could always read 'that' story and think of the possibilities that arose from it. He couldn't believe that he had written a story, well, rewritten a story like that. He had been walking out to that beach that evening, and a paper had blown up in the grasp of a freakish wind. It had planted itself firmly in his face, and irritated, he had been ready to throw it away. First he had seen the writing, and decided to read what it was about. After realizing it was an erotic story he read it all of the way through. It had been more than the single piece of paper he held, but, imagination running wild, he made up the rest in his mind. Taking it to his room he had copied it down and changed it a little to suit his taste. 

He imagined his beautiful neighbor. She had a perfect body, wonderful facial features, and a certain something, an aura he supposed, that drew him to her being. He had never even spoken to her, but his mind and body wanted her totally. He wanted her like no other before. 

He was so shy of women though, he felt like he would never 'have' her. He was almost desperate to know her and be her man. Oh, what he would give to be with her always! He knew that she worked in the city near their apartment building, within walking distance anyway. She always had a smile and he had once heard her laugh. That laugh had gone to his heart. Shot in with suddenness and the impact had been thorough and direct. He had listened to hear her laugh and voice since then. His one hope was to hear that laugh and see her smiling at him, to see her next to him, always.

His main problem was his shyness. He never knew what to say to women, especially beautiful women like her. She wouldn't be interested in him as a lover, he felt. He had seen her with a man once or twice, and figuring him as her boyfriend, he had lost any will to introduce himself to her, as if he could have done such a thing anyway.

That paper had released in him the need to let his feelings for her out. He needed to see what he felt, and what he wanted. It gave him a feeling of strength, to see his thoughts in ink, in front of him. He knew that his feelings for her bordered on love. His infatuation had bothered him for some time. He had never felt this way about any woman. She caused him to choke up and loose his ability to talk. He had been alone for some time, looking for something to cling to. Maybe, he thought, she was the one. The one to draw to and love. The one person in the world that he would mesh well with. Here he was, on the verge of being in love, and he couldn't even let the person he felt that way about know! GOD! He felt so stupid!

He had written how they met, and how she had smiled at him. How he talked so confidently to her and asked her out on a date. How after several dates, they ended up at his place, where they kissed for the first time. One thing led to another, and soon they were hungrily touching and kissing each other in other places. His hands sliding down and holding her breasts. His tongue lightly caressing hers. Her breath coming in short gasps as they both heated up. 

Her nipples were hard and stuck out. He pulled up on her sweater and she let him pull it up and over her head. She laid back and looked into his eyes. Her hands went to his shirt, and unbuttoning it she pulled it off of his broad shoulders. Her touch was electric to him. His mouth started to travel down and lips caressed her neck, softly brushing and then crushing. Alternating he moved down until his tongue was licking and brushing up against her bra. The lacey and soft material a marked difference to her soft warm skin. 

Her hands on his head, encouraging his explorations. His hands moved up to unfasten her bra. As it came undone, his palms cupped her breasts, holding them firmly, but softly. Her breath caught with his naked touch on her nipples. She moaned, pulling his face down to them. Wanting him to suck and lick her hard and sensitive nipples. He did just that, and as he sucked on one, his fingers were busy with the other one, imitating his mouth. She was so close! Her body shuddered, and then her breath came in hard gasps. She came! She had orgasmed from just his touch on her breasts! He felt so strong and sexual at that moment. He had brought her pleasure with his hands, fingers, lips and tongue. He had brought her to orgasm and there was still more to come.

She pushed him back and undid his pants. Her hands were almost shaking, her need to see and taste him overcoming her own shyness. As his cock became exposed, she looked up into his eyes. Her smile was a calming relief to him. He had been worried about this moment, would she want him? Would she do for him what he was so willing to do for her? Would she like to hold his cock, to kiss it? He was shaking ever so slightly as she looked back down at his exposed maleness. Her breath was hot and moist as her lips moved down, touching the sensitive head. Her eyes looked back up into his and her mouth opened. As she took him into her mouth her eyes maintained contact with his. Her eyes telegraphing to him how much she wanted to please him. He had to move a little bit to get more comfortable. All she did was move with him, her lips now in his pubic hair at the base of his cock. She had all of him in her mouth, down her throat. He had never had a woman do that for him, and he was soon very ready to shoot off in his own orgasm. He looked into her eyes, and then started to tell her that he was so close to cumming. She came up for a breath and then started back down. As she did he spoke again, telling her this time that he was going to cum real soon. 

"I know", she told him, as she pulled off of him. "I want to taste you, so you relax, and when you cum, well, give me what I want."

He moaned and then her lips were once again slipping down and caressing his hard maleness. Her tongue doing things that he felt deep down in his being. Soon he started to feel the tingling and the beginnings of his orgasm. As he tensed up and started to shoot off, her lips clamped down on the base of his cock. Her swallowing caused him to cum even harder. He shot his whole load into her mouth, down her throat, and she didn't lose a drop!

After she cleaned him up they lay next to each other for a bit feeling and touching, exploring each other's body. Soon his erection was too insistent to ignore. Her body was showing the signs of need also, so she straddled him and lowering herself, she took him into her body. His cock was so hot, so hard, and so right in her pussy. She reveled in the feelings that his cock was giving her. Soon she was slamming up and down on him, taking all of his cock deeply into her tightness. Her orgasm was very strong and hard. He started to cum with her, and together they felt the world stop, their bodies intertwined. 

Looking into her eyes, their softness showing an emotion fleeting around, he felt that he was right with the universe. His own emotions were swirling around in his head, and heart. He suddenly realized that he loved her, so much so that he spoke it out loud. "I love you."

She pulled back to look into his eyes better, searching for the honesty in them, to back up his softly spoken statement.

"Do you? Do you really love me?" Her questions were softly worded but had a little bite to them.

He looked into her eyes, and firmly but softly still, spoke his thoughts out to her. "Yes, I love you. I have loved you for some time now, and it just came out. I spoke truly and honestly, I love you!" His hands were holding her to him and hugging him back she felt his heart beating. She knew that he was speaking to her with all honesty and truth. 

Remembering his erotic story, he reached into his briefcase to get the story out to read. He couldn't find it anywhere. It was gone, and he didn't know where or when. There was a knock at his door. He went to it and opened it to see who it was. It was his beautiful neighbor. 

"Hi, I hate to bother you, but I locked myself out and need to call a locksmith, could I use your phone?" Her voice was magic to his ears, he thought back to the story and blushed. She saw his discomfort, and mistaking it for something else started to apologize. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I'll just go down to the phone booth out front!" She started to turn away and he knew that his one chance was going away.

"No, please forgive me, you are more than welcome to use my phone anytime. I just was taken off guard as I didn't expect you to ever knock on my door!" He stumbled around for more to say, but couldn't come up with anything.

"If you are sure I won't be a bother, I do appreciate it." She stepped up to him, looking into his eyes, her own were sparkling, dancing with light and a little deviltry too. "I am glad that you are home, otherwise I would have had to go downstairs to call and, well, I am slightly afraid of using that phone. It's so lonely out there and dark now that the sun has set."

"The phone is over there, the phone book should be in that drawer. Would you like something to drink?" He was still stumbling, and desparately trying to cover it up. "I have water, and uh, well, I have water!" Why hadn't he gone to the store on the way home, he had nothing in his fridge and he really felt stupid now.

"Water would be great." She was smiling at him, and she looked to be amused by his discomfort. "You always drink such hard stuff?"

He blushed again, and then turned to go get her drink. She called the locksmith who told her it would be about two hours before he could get to her place. He asked her if she was hungry and while waiting for her answer, looked in his cupboard. He had just enough to make a dinner up, not fancy, but good to eat anyway.

"Oh, I don't want to put you out... I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"Bill, my name is Bill... uh, and you are..."

"Nancy, glad to meet you finally Bill!" She laughed as she said that, and Bill felt a spark run through his body. He loved her laugh. It made him feel so right, so in his place with the world. "So Nancy, would you like a pasta dinner, or something else?" He felt his confidence soaring now.

At that very moment in another hotel on the same beach where Bill had found his story, a man was looking out of his hotel room window. He thought that the beach looked like it wanted him to walk along it so he got dressed and went for the walk. He wished that his wife were here to walk with him. He had lost her several years ago to cancer, and had not quite gotten over losing her yet.




Lost Souls & Dreamers Beach



He had a lot of work to do and little time to do it in, but he felt that the walk would do him good. As he walked towards the beach he noticed the trail going through the valley in front of him. He saw the papers blowing around and wondered why such a pristine and pretty beach would have such a mess. A paper blew up and danced in front of him just out of reach. He saw writing on it and grabbed for it. It kept just out of reach until in a long dash he managed to grasp it and hold.

As he turned it around to see the writing, he felt the warmth radiating from it. Huh, he thought, strange that this paper is so warm. As he started to read it he realized that it was an erotic story. As he read it he realized that it was about two women. He thought that it could be better, so as he walked on his thoughts were on the story and how he would be re-writing it. "First of all, a real love story should be a man and a woman." Talking to himself he walked back to his room.



Lost Souls



I knew this time I would have to make a decision but questioning herself which one is the right one? It was about 1.00am and the restaurant was going to close soon, I knew that Marilyn was still here because I did not see him leave, I knew also that he would not leave with out telling me something or other. It was in his nature to control me and unconsciously he did just that. I could not get him off my mind, the way he kissed me the way his lips felt on mine, the way his lean body felt on top on mine to the way his fingers tortured my nipple. I could still feel the stinging sensations now. Just thinking about him and what he could do to me cause my nipple to harden and then I winced.

The restaurant was empty and I made my way to the bar to hand the manager my menus. I told them I would be downstairs in the club if anyone wanted me. They all wished me good night as I left.

I walked to the club following the dark red staircase and moved over to the bar to see Carlyn bartending and having a blast at it. She waved to me and I came over, she handed me my drink of choice Vodka and cranberry juice with 3 cherries and we laughed. She then pulled me to the side to let me know that Mark was there again and this time he came up to her and told her how much he wanted to be with her, but she told him no. I asked her what she was going to do and she was not sure, but even though she told him no, he was still here looking and waiting for me. I asked her if she was worried and she said no, that she had enough men here to walk her out if need be.

I then told her of my experiences upstairs with Marilyn, I told her how he just took my breath away and there seemed nothing I could do about it. I told her I think he left so I am good for tonight. She then looked over my shoulder to something and my eyes followed hers, there sat Marilyn at a large table with a one of the guys I saw him with earlier. Carlyn then told me that he had been here for about an hour or so. I asked her what was I going to do? She said she didn’t have an answer for me, for she was in her own predicament. There we both stood in silence trying to decide what the future holds for us.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned and it was the other guy that sat with Marilyn, he had walked over to me, as soon as Marilyn saw me there. “Brian wants you.” He said simply. I looked to Carlyn and she whispered good luck in my ear. I think that was all she could do, since her mind was just as preoccupied too. She said to do what is going to make me happy and with that she left. “Can you tell him that, I have changed my mind, maybe another time?” I offered. Searching the strangers face for answers. The guy shook his head no. “Brian wants you now. If you do not come to him, he will make a scene here then he will come and get you.” He said “Why me?” I asked in my defense. “He likes you he says you turn him on by the way you respond to him, he has not been with anyone in a long time and he saw you and he said you two would be perfect together, he said for me not to take no for an answer and to bring you to him now.” the guy said. “So I am the sacrificial lamb tonight?” I said in a teasing voice. The guy said nothing as he moved out of my way and I walked on unsteady legs towards Marilyn as he sat at the table.

The closer I got the bigger he appeared, large and luminous, his icy eyes seemed to read every thought I had in my mind I swallowed hard. He rose to his feet when I got near and held out his hand to me and I took it gently. “You almost changed your mind?” he asked me as I sat next to him on the large black leather sofa. I shook my head yes. “You thought I had left too?” he asked me. “I didn’t see you, so I thought you had gone.” “I would never leave you, and you know that down inside you.” he said this to me tracing a long path with his fingers down the deep v-neck of my dress, it caused me to jump slightly. His fingers moving so slow on my skin as my lips parted and I took a deep breath. I looked down to see the contrast in our skin, mine so chocolate warm and his so pale and cold, but to my amazement he was as hot as I. His fingers moved lightly about the top of my dress and I felt useless to resist him. My hands lie on the seat next to me in little fists, it was all I could do not to jump out of my seat. “Please….please Brian.” I begged him “they hurt” I whined. His fingers continued to move but not on my nipples, I could relax but then I couldn’t for I knew he was going to touch them even though I asked him not to. “What hurts?” he asked in my ear. “My nipples? From earlier they still hurt.” I whined some more. “ when you pinched them.” “But you liked it, remember” he said to me his warm breath moving across my skin. I shook my head yes, because I was an indescribable feeling. “I’m sorry baby, you don’t want me to touch you?” he said as he was about to pull away from me, as I was about to miss his touch on my body, no matter how much pain I was in. I opened my eyes to look at him to see the strong desire behind his eyes, the way he looked at me, told me that what he wanted. 

“ No… No.. I want your touch, but the pain?” I questioned. His hands just massaged me for a bit until I relaxed like there was warm honey boiling in my veins and when I did not expect it, I could feel his fingers move to the center of my nipple, to graze it gently, to touch it quickly, and I yelped low. Then with the perfect precision of his fingers he pinched hard again, so hard I could feel it from the inside of my pussy, my pink pussy clenched tightly over and over again as I came and I tried to reach out to him as he leaned his head down to mine and kissed me again with that long tongue of his, deep inside my mouth, swirling with my own for supremacy. My hips undulated on the couch as my body softly quaked on the inside with my building orgasm. He lifted his head from mine and smiled at me. Placing small kisses on my parted lips. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” he questioned me lightly. I could barely remember my name at that point, with my head leaning next to his broad shoulder, resting peacefully. “Mmmmmm” was about all I could get out. “You make me so hard, just watching you, cum, looking at your sweet face as your orgasm hits you like a volcano and you explode.” He whispered.

I took the opportunity to place my hand on his hardness, I felt him under the table and was surprised to have him grow in length in my hand; he was long and thick. His cock was a marvelous size. I touched him and then massaged him then squeezed him, I had his pants undone and watched as he pulled his cock out for my view holding at the base, my eyes could not leave the perfect sight he offered to me; it was just as beautiful as I thought it would be, long, think; white with dark a pink mushroom head that would fit oh so well in my mouth. I smiled as the bad thoughts ran across my mind.

My hand moved on his dick up and down and back and forth, I was wondering how far this would go before we both just gave up and surrendered ourselves to each other with out holding back. He looked at me and didn’t close his eyes; he wanted to see me and only me. I was gaining a steady movement and wanted him so badly now, that I was beyond a reasonable thought, if he leaned me over and fucked me right here I would not care, I wanted him so much. His hand stopped mine as I pumped his big cock. “Not like this, let’s go!” he said and pulled me from the table as he fastened his pants very quick. We walked threw the crowd with him holding my hand and me trailing after him. We made it to the door and moved inside the private elevator, to the upper floor to the street. Once inside he held me close to him and kissed me again, my arms about his neck to pull him to me as our mouths locked together, his hands gripping my ass pulling me closer and closer to his long body. The door opened and we bolted out. His limo pulled up and I got in first. I sat on the back seat and he sat on the seat facing me, looking at me staring at me. He then smiled. “ I finally got you alone.” He said to me taking off his jacket and tossing it to the side. Then reaching up to take off his tie. I sat facing him, looking astounded. “Where are we going?” I asked as the car began to move. “To my hotel at Trump Towers.” He said to me. “ Remember you said that you would let me love your body for one night?” he asked. “Yes, I remember, you already knew I couldn’t say no to you.” I told him. “Open your legs for me.” He stated with a slight nod in my direction.

I swallowed hard, then moving my left foot I placed it on the side of his leg, then lifting my right foot I did the same. He placed his hands at my feet and rubbed my ankles then my calves and moving his hands higher where he touched my thighs, spreading my legs further apart for him. “I knew you didn’t have any panties on.” he smiled at me. “ I like that!” he growled and grabbed my ankles and pulled lower to him. I sat with my legs spread for him as his fingers reached higher to my already soaked pussy, he touched me and as my eyes closed my body jolted with pleasure, he touched me gently at first and as the car bounced his finger quickly slid inside me, deeper inside in and out as I panted heavily. He leaned forward and took his tie and pulled me up a bit then he wrapped it about my wrists and held them together, then leaning me down against the seat with my hands over my head he held me captive. He leaned over me and kissed me his body on top of mine, grinding into me as my hips moved under him.

I watched her as she did what I told her to do, as she was my slave and very obedient too. I watched her as she lay with her hands tied above her head, giving me full access to her luscious body, I pulled her dress down and her firm tits popped into view, her dark brooding nipples hard before my eyes from the nights cool air, I lowered my mouth to one a she whimpered in my ear, her body squirmed under me, setting my soul on fire. My other hand reached to the nipple I played with earlier, knowing full well how sensitive she was now. How she cried out my name as I touched her.

“Oh Damn baby!!!” I heard her say to me as her body stretched beneath me. My mouth still fastened to her luscious and tender nipples, she came already so I knew she was ready for me her legs parted beneath me as my fingers played with her kitty, rubbing and gently touching her swollen pink clit and fingering her expertly, feeling her wetness on my fingers as they explored her. “ I can’t wait, please, please baby, put it in!” she begged me. I leaned up and reached down to my zipper and unleashed my hard cock for her. She smiled as I looked down at her. I pulled my pants half way down and rubbed her pussy with my hard as stone cock, her wet juices drenching me. I found her tight hole and slid my cock inside her, She arched her back as it went inside her and groaned low. “That’s it baby take all my cock, you can take it” I grunted at her.

Our breathing was estatic and heaving in the limo, her body twisted under mine as she begged for release. I was all the way in and pumped in and out of her slowly the car making our fuck more than enjoyable, her legs came up to rest on the back seat giving me greater access to her pussy, I got deeper and deeper, I wanted her so much, and she was giving me everything I asked for, we fit together so well. I reached for my nipple and slowly pulled and then pinched her, her pussy clamped down on my cock milking me, trying to get me to spill in her, her begging pleas of satisfaction and need. She screamed for harder and I gave it to her harder, her pleas for deeper and I gave it to her deeper, until she could not hold it and she came, she came loud all over my cock, as my hips piled into her soft body. I was at the point of no return and couldn’t hold back I leaned down to tongue fuck her mouth again, accepting her sweet gift to me. My hips moved to the ride of the car and I couldn’t hold back for I let go with a loud yell of her name and poured my hot cum into her deep sweet pussy. We lay together exhausted as I reached up to untie her arms and she put them about my neck holding me close to her, placing small kisses about my face., whimpering softly.

I don’t know what has gotten into me, but there was something about Marilyn that was the strongest attraction I had ever felt, his power over me was my undoing, that fact that he also wanted me just was much could drive me wild. I opened my eyes to watch him fuck me; to see him over me as I lay on the cold leather seat in the limo was decadent. His lean body over mine; his hard little nipples stood proud like rocks I tried to lean up and lick them, sucking them into my mouth playfully. I was exhausted when the car pulled to a stop, the driver sat still until we dressed and Marilyn tapped on the glass. 

The driver got out of the car and walked to open our side door. Marilyn got out first and then I stood next to him as he took my hand in his and we walked threw the hotel lobby. There were some strange looks at us, but we didn’t care because we had found that certain someone who completed our lives.

The club was closed as Carlyn walked about looking at everything there, taking mental notes of what she would have to do tomorrow. She wondered where Mark was but did not see him, she thought he must have left, but to her amazement he was there, in the shadows looking at her still.

The last man had left as she moved to the bar for her last drink if the night. “Did you miss me?” he asked as he stood behind her. She jumped her heart beating out of control. “What are you doing here? I thought you left.” She said to him as she watched him approach her. “I told you that I was going to have you, and I meant it.” He said to her. “But why me, you can have anybody why do you come here and protest that you have to have me. Any other lady could do what I could do.” She said. “Because it is you who instills this fire in my soul, it is you who is so beautiful and sexy that I can’t wait to have you in my bed. It is you who are the only one who turns me down and expects me to go away quietly. It will be you and me. You know and I know it, why are you playing this game, you can’t possible win.” he said just as easy. She looked at him and was astounded to hear him say these things to her, she had men before but none that would not take no for an answer, and in her heart this turned her on more. He wanted her and he waited for her. 

He walked closer and closed the large gap between them until he stood face to face with her, he reached up to touch her neck where he, sucked her earlier. She felt the small pain of remeberence. She closed her soft brown eyes as his fingers made contact with her hot skin. Touching her lightly and gently.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried softly as the barriers she had up against him were melting away fast. “Because you want me to. Because you need me to do this to you, to show you how well we fit together, I see how your body reacts to mine, how whenever I am near you your nipples get hard and stand straight out. How you squirm in your pants when I am near you. You want me so bad you can taste it, you can feel it.” He roughly told her not going to take no for an answer this time, he had sat around all night and watched her flirt with different men and laugh like there was no tomorrow, but he knew he would have his time with her and she would pay. She knew that she wanted him, she didn’t want to be his plaything, she was sick and tired of that, if you want me then you have to keep me was of her mind frame, she felt his hands invade her body touching her everywhere, feeling her as the ice melted inside of her. He kissed her, his lips touching hers and opening her mouth wide to receive him; to accept his tongue as he tasted her inner being. She gave in and kissed him back, feeling the heat consume her body, making her weak as she gave in. They stood for moments as he kissed her then moving his head lower to her sweet neck to kiss and lick her there, his hands came up to caress her large breast, almost popping out of that bustier. He rubbed them across the top, and along the sides and she squirmed. He reached up slightly and pulled one out then attaching his mouth to her hard pink nipple, so hard it hurt, the way he captured it in his mouth and sucked gently building it into a roaring fire. Then pulling her other breast free he did the same thing sucking and licking the tips with his tongue. 

She stood emobilized in front of him, so weak she could not move, she loved the way his mouth felt on her, she loved his scent that permeated her senses, it drove her insane.

As he raised his head to her again, he smiled at her and she timidly smiled back. “ You know I wanted you all night?” he told her. “Uh huh…” she murmured. “ Stood in the background and waited for you.” He said to her. His blue eyes looking into hers, softly but sternly. Smiling “I think you need to be punished for making me wait” he said. He turned her to face to bar and leaned her over it a bit. Her exposed breasts touched the top of the bar as he placed his hand on her lower back holding her still. She could feel his large hand on her ass rubbing her, feeling the heated leather of the pants that she wore. The excitement was his undoing as he rubbed her ass and then his hand came down hard as he spanked her, as he felt the heated stinging sensations move up and down his arm.

She felt the first hit of his hand on her luscious backside and her knees almost gave out, she could feel her ass turning to a rosey bright pink with each swat, he watched as she moved her hips with each one he gave her, as he ran his fingers down to the pussy that he knew was going to be soaked when he got to it. He could hear her moans and call his name and beg him to stop, but he gave her a few more and then turned her around to kiss her again on her sweet cherry mouth, lips so soft and pouty.

His body moved lower to her hot cunt as he unzipped her pants and pulled them down and off of her long legs. She stood in front of him with her bustier down low in front her full breast exposed to him and now her pants were off as he looked at her and her sweet pussy so neatly waxed; that exposed her hot pink pussy lips and clit poking out to see him. She stood with legs apart and he got on his knees and put his face deep into her wet pussy, he stuck his tongue out far and licked her and tasted her, as she wiggled in front of him, as he pulled her lips apart and dove in with his mouth making long laps with his tongue against her swollen clit, lapping it like a dog in heat. Her legs began to shake as he ate her, as she looked down at him and his face buried between her legs, his mouth gently sucked on her clit just so soft and so slow it cause the damn to break deep within her, her body shook wildly as her orgasm rocked her back and forth, as she screamed out his name. “Oh MARK…MARK…Mark” she yelled.

He felt her cum in his mouth and he tasted all her wet juices drip on his long tongue. He stood up and kissed her, as she tasted her wetness on hi swollen lips, His fingers then spread her wider as he turned her back to face the bar and entered her from behind, her body now draping over a bar stool, he grabbed her full tits and pinched her nipples, his cock found it’s way inside her tight pussy, so tight it almost hurt, he loved fucking and that was what he did best, he wanted to fuck her for so long now, he could not believe it was actually happening to him, he felt her pussy surround his large cock as his hips pumped deeply in her snatch. His hands grabbed her hips and he plundered inside her, as he rode her hard so she would never forget how good they were together. He reached over to grab a handful of her hair and pulled her upper body to his with a fistful of firey red hair he had her where he wanted her, riding his cock, and loving it. He felt the familiar tightness in his balls as he drove deeper and deeper into her soft body, he cried out her name as he came. “Oh shit baby, oh shit. Take this dick, take all of it” he growled at her. He erupted inside her as her pussy clenched around him and she took everything he had to give. With each thrust her asked her who she belonged to, he asked her what his name was and each time she said Mark.




Lost Souls



He knew that after this time he would never let her go, that she would be his forever, she wanted him and he needed her to complete each other, they were the perfect pair. 

He pulled out of her and then held her and kissed her, she was shocked at the emotions that ran rapid in her body, he then adjusted her clothing and took her back to his place in the village where he made love to her all night and every night after that.

They were never separated too long after that.

It is usually late in the night or rather early in the morning when people find each other, when we least expect it we find the one person who already knows us from the inside out, when we never had to utter a single word. Those are the times that we never forgot, those were the times that we put in our memories folder, locked away, where we can sit down late at night and open the files and read about how it used to be.