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Passion

By: X-Factor



The joy of a new love. They had only been together for a few months, Don and Tracey. The last 2 of which, they were living together. Their chemistry was incredible, though it was unknown if this chemistry carried on outside the bed. Neither one had ever experienced such sexual compatibility before. Maybe they were wrong for each other, neither one knew. Who really cares when the sex is so hot? When the times they weren't naked, they got along just fine? Enjoy it while it lasts, they both figured. Worry about the future in the future. 

Don worshipped her body. It was perfect. About 5'5, 130 pounds, shoulder length auburn hair. Her smooth, tanned skin accentuated her long legs. Her D-cup breasts were firm, and she loved to show them off. Today, for example, Tracey wore a short, low cut red sundress. 

They had made love twice that day already. The first time was when he woke up naked beside her, and he proceeded to kiss and caress and lick every inch of her beautiful body for nearly a half hour. By the time he slid inside her, both were so hot they were ready to combust. Afterwards, they had showered, and it was her turn to explore him. 

Now they were out shopping, and having a lot of fun together. After about an hour, though, their thoughts began to stray. 

Don was in great shape. About 5'11, 190 pounds with short brown hair, he was gorgeous. Just the look of him made her wet constantly. This was no exception. He was well hung - about 7 inches in length - and quite thick. She had always had a high sex drive, but this man made it uncontrollable. Even though he had fucked her twice just a couple of short hours ago, being this close to him sent that familiar tingling feeling through her pussy. She no longer cared to stay at the mall. 

They were walking past the mall exit, heading for another store when she stopped him. She was holding his hand, and she brought her face up to his. He kissed her softly, lips smacking. He kissed her again, then again, sucking her upper lip into his mouth. 

Don had been spending the better part of the last hour trying to keep his dick soft. This woman turned him on like never before. Seeing her long, sexy legs, ending in two beautiful feet (she was wearing black sandals). Her apparent cleavage drew his gaze as well. Her beautiful smile made it even more difficult to keep his mind on other things. But all that battling was for nothing, since she had him fully hard with that one kiss. 

He had a tent in his jeans, and she could feel it against her stomach as she snuck a tongue into his mouth. 

"Let's go home, Don." she whispered, looking at him with her steel blue eyes, "I desperately need you inside me again." She pulled him by the hand out the door of the mall. It seemed to him like everyone could see the massive bulge in his jeans, but he was too overcome with desire to worry about that. The two practically ran to the car, and hopped inside. 

He turned to her, and she was on him. Her mouth was all over his, her tongue darting far into his mouth as he slipped a hand around her waist. Their kissing was sloppy, urgent, as if trying to bottle their desires into that one kiss. 

He slid his hand up her body over her sundress, slowly, briefly caressing her breast. He cupped her cheek with his hand, holding her head steady as he kissed her with all his love. 

Tracey gently grabbed that hand and slowly, erotically, brought it back down her body. She placed it on her soft, smooth leg just at the bottom of her dress, still kissing him. By this time, both of them were breathing laboriously, forgetting that they were in a parking lot. He squeezed her soft thigh, gently, before she slowly slid his hand up further between her legs. She forced his hand up to her crotch before letting it go. 

He could feel tremendous heat emenating through her silk panties, and he could tell immediately that she was very wet. He could clearly fell her swollen pussy lips through the moist material. Tracey had turned in her seat, slightly, and her legs parted a little more for him. 

His fingers gently nudged her panties to one side. His cock twitched a little when he felt just how wet she really was! "Mmmmmph..." she moaned into his mouth as he lightly ran two finger up and down the sopping wetness of her slit. 'smack, smack, smack, smack' their lips kissed loudly over and over. 

He dipped his middle finger into her steamy hole. "Ohhhh..." she sighed, breaking the kiss temporarily before kissing him again. He slid his finger all the way inside, and it's hot wetness gripped him tightly. He began to slide his finger in and out of her, and she began to whimper. Lightening bolts of pleasure shot throughout her body, initiating from her crotch. 

His thumb began to nudge her clit, causing her to gasp in his mouth each time. He squeezed a second finger into her tightness. 

"Ohhh God..." she broke the kiss again, "let's go home now, I need you in me now!" she breathed. He slipped his fingers out of her and she felt a pang of despair. She needed him back in their! How was she going to make it? Don started the car, and sped out of the parking lot faster than he had ever done before. 

Tracey leaned forward and was kissing his neck, her hand expertly rubbing his hard cock over his jeans. Now HE didn't think he'd make it! 

Mischieviously, she undid his button and pulled down his fly. She bent down to his lap as her hand pulled out his massive hard on. 7 inches of him sticking straight in the air. He was so thick! Seeing it didn't help her condition any, as waves of desire surged through her pussy. She kissed the mushroom head of his penis, and he gasped. Not bothering to tease, she slipped his cock right in her mouth, sliding her lips most of the way down immediately. 

"Ohhhh..." he moaned, his one hand remained on the steering wheel as his other held the back of her head. His fingers slid into her hair as she began to bob her head up and down on his lap. She was so good at that! They were so good together! They were like one, each one in tune with the other's feelings and needs. 

Her lips glided expertly up and down his shaft, sucking hard and slurping loudly. 'slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp' he loved listening to her suck his cock. How long a drive was it again? He felt amazing, he nearly forgot what he was doing. A five minute drive, thank goodness. Seemed like it was taking forever! His lust, his love, his desire for her was more intense than anyone can comprehend. He felt like he could fuck this goddess over and over again until he died. 

He was humping his hips up off the seat a little, driving his cock further into her mouth. Tracey didn't mind, though. She was a pro. She could nearly take his entire dick, and didn't mind if he banged her throat a little. She loved him, and loved to make him want her. 

One hundred years later, he pulled into the parking lot. Sensing they had stopped, Tracey pulled his organ out of her mouth with a 'slurp'. She looked up at him, smiling. His mouth was on hers, his tongue forcing its way inside. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she began to stroke him as they exchanged tongues. His hands grabbed her breasts over her sundress, caressing them, squeezing them as he humped her hand. They were gasping for breath, kissing so hard. She broke the kiss. 

"I need you to fuck me, Don." she whispered, "let's go inside, please? Hurry!" Her hand released his dick and she got out of the car, hurriedly. He forced his cock back into his underwear, but was unable to pull up the zipper. He did manage to squeeze the button closed, so he left it that, scrambling out of the car. 

Their apartment was small, and their section of the hall only had 3 other apartments share it - 6 doors in all if you include the 2 exits and their own apartment. 

Tracey was waiting for him at the door, chest heaving. She didn't have her keys. His lips were on hers again, and he pressed her roughly against the door. She was conscious of his huge bulge pressed against her stomach as she eagerly sent her tongue into his mouth, her arms going around his neck. Her sexy leg went around his, and she ran her foot up and down his jeans, still wearing her sandals. 

Without breaking the kiss, he reached into his pocket and managed to grab his keys. Heart pounding, eyes closed, he stuck the key in the vicinity of the doorknob. He hit it blindly, completely missing the lock, the impact knocking the keys from his hand. 

He shot his tongue even farther into her mouth as his keys fell to the floor. Instead of bending to grab the keys, Don instead grabbed the leg that was half around him, raising it higher. He slid his hand up the outside of her smooth leg, his touch sending thrills up her body. 

He caressed her smooth ass, his hands sliding into the side of her panties and squeezing the naked skin. Breathing heavily into her mouth, he slid his fingers down the crack of her ass, reaching underneath her. He felt the moist heat from her slit, and he was able to dip a finger partway inside her. 

"Ohhhh..." she sighed, softly. Pure electricity ran through her body. She needed to fucked so badly. Her hand slid down his chest, reaching down to his crotch. Upon feeling his bulge, she realized that she couldn't stop. Her hands seemed to automatically undo the button that was all that was holding his jeans together. They snapped wide open, his hard cock peeking above his boxers. Her hand instantly grabbed his manhood and began to squeeze and stroke him as they continued to make out in the hallway. 

Now it was his turn to moan into her mouth. He slipped his finger out of her, and slid his hand around to the front, reaching up between her sexy thighs. Forcing her panties to the side, he began to rub her naked wet slit with even more urgency. 

"God!" he said between kisses, "you're so wet!" 

"I know," she mumbled as he kissed her, "I want you to fuck me so badly." 

What happened from there was pure animal instinct, and could not be helped by either of them. They were on the wrong side of the door to privacy. His jeans had slipped down to his knees, and her frantic stroking had pushed his boxers down somewhat as well. 

He lifted her leg up even higher, her dress was forced up to her waist on that one side. His thumb kept her panties at one side and he pressed himself harder against her, making her release her grip on his manhood. 

Kissing hungrily, breathing heavily, he bent his knees, touching the head of his exposed cock against her naked, wet slit. She was so wet, she sucked the first two inches of him inside her tremendous warmth. 

"Mmmmmph..." she moaned into his mouth, his cock stretching her vagina wide. 

He drove himself upward, forcing all seven inches of him to sheathed inside her. "Ohhhh..." she gasped, kissing him again. He felt so incredible inside her! He reached so deep. Thrills shot up her spine and this time would not go away. She felt like she would cum soon. 

Right there in the hallway, just inches from their apartment, Don began to fuck Tracey against the door. From where they were, two of the three other apartments could see their door through the peephole. Were they looking? 

The two lovers were unaware of anything else going on in the world. He was inside her, it felt like heaven, that was all they knew. Pulling back halfway, he thrusted up into the helpless girl again. "UNH!" she moaned as he broke the kiss. He kissed over her cheek to the side of her neck. She could feel his breath on her skin as he began to slide in and out of her. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Ohh! Unh! Ohh!" she moaned softly, orgasm rising. He gently nipped at her ear, still sliding his long pole in and out of the depths of her needy pussy. His hand had lost its grip on her panties, and they had slid back across her pussy a little. Fortunately they were silk and did nothing to hurt the sensation he was feeling. He just continued fucking her up against the door. 

He had a tight grip on her bare ass, holding her leg high in the air as he pistoned in and out of her. Her foot was flailing behind his thrusting ass, her other foot was on its toes, barely touching the carpet as he pretty much held her up in the air. 

The sensation she was feeling, of having such a big cock glide in and out of her slick, hungry vagina was just to much. She tried to stifle her moans but they just became too loud. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! ... OHHHHH!" she let out a long cry, cumming violently. Her heart was pounding, her body became flushed, the inner walls of her pussy convulsed around him as the orgasm took over. She was gasping for breath, a helpless ragdoll as Don slid up into her over and over. 

The door was shaking against its frame as he fucked her even harder, kissing at her neck. She was breathing and moaning in his ear, he went so deep! 

"Ohhh I love you so much!" she cried softly, finally recovering a little. 

"I love you, too Tracey!" he gasped, "You are so fucking hot!"

"I'm cumming!" he cried, still slamming up into her. 

"Ohh God cum inside me hunny!" she moaned. Neither cared who saw. Neither cared who heard. Their lust was all encompassing. He frantically screwed her hard against the door, his grip on her ass cheek would have been painful had her body allowed any feelings outside of her pussy to escape. 'boom..boom..boom..boom' the door was really rocking against its frame as their fucking reached a crescendo. 

Don jammed his penis all the way inside Tracey's eager vagina and held it there. He moaned, cock jerking wildly inside her. 

A huge, thick stream of cum flew out the end of his penis and into her womb. Another load of semen fired inside her as he pressed against her right there in the public hallway. 

He grinded himself against her, shaking as he continued to ejaculate withing her depths. His searching lips found hers and they kissed passionately, breathlessly as the severity of his orgasm died down. 

The last of his cum trickled out of his dick and into her pussy as they came to their senses. He pulled his softening member out of her and they broke apart. Grabbing his jeans and keys off the floor, he half pulled up his jeans as he fumbled for the lock. 

"Holy shit!" he said, just becoming aware of where they were and what they did. He opened the door and they rushed in, laughing. He shut the door and held her, kissing her. 

"You are amazing." he said between kisses. "I love you!" 

*If you liked the passion in this story, read any one of my 'Stacey' stories - they come from the same influence and are written with the same passion. By far my hottest. And please vote! :)* 

X-Factor

Passion



Gabrielle defiantly marched into Evan’s office. He was startled as he looked up to see her. She locked the door behind her and in one motion closed the gap between them. She stood before him with her hands firmly planted on her slender hips. Her smoldering eyes spoke long before she said a word. Evan was amused by her display and smiled coyly. She raised her hand to strike him. He was surprised the force the diminutive figure possessed. His face stung as her opened hand struck his cheek. Evan’s patience had been depleted. He placed his hands on her small waist and threw her over his shoulder. She pounded her fists and kicked her legs in vain. His powerful grip over her would not allow her to retaliate. He walked out of the office carrying her over his shoulder. Gabrielle demanded he release her all the while. The various onlookers were moved to laughter at the sight. He casually walked over to the receptionist and informed her he would be out for the remainder of the day. 

He walked onto the elevator still firmly holding her in his grasp. Evan held the elevator door for a beautiful, young woman. Gabrielle roared obscenities that made the woman blush. Evan offered his apologies for his wife’s behavior. He informed her they were in the middle of a lover’s quarrel. Gabrielle demanded he refrain from calling her his wife. Evan ignored her and continued his conversation with the young woman. The elevator doors opened and the woman got off the elevator. She wished Evan luck, as it seemed he has his hands full. The elevator doors opened at the garage. Evan walked to his BMW and opened the passenger door. He placed her in the seat despite her struggle and secured her seat belt. He then got in the car and without a word began to drive. Gabrielle demanded to know where he was taking her. He ignored her, which only infuriated her further. She crossed her arms and sat back feeling powerless.

They drove for what seemed hours as Gabrielle felt like a prisoner. Eventually she fell asleep like a child after having a tantrum. Evan looked over and thought how beautiful she was. Granted she was by far the most frustrating woman he had ever encountered but he loved her. Evan carefully removed Gabrielle’s seat belt as he carried her to the house. She was still asleep as he made his way to the master bedroom. He gently set her down on the king size bed. He had to admit despite being a hellcat she was really sweet. He placed a kiss on her forehead, which stirred the sleeping shrew. She slowly opened her espresso colored eyes. She made effort to raise her hand but Evan quickly grabbed it. 

Evan enjoyed the way her full lips would pout when she was angry. Her cheeks would become flushed as the anger raged. Her strength never ceased to amaze him. She struggled to break free from his hold but found it was useless. He moved closer placing his lips over hers. She instinctively bit him drawing blood. Evan pinned her arms behind her head with one hand and with the other ripped open her silk blouse. He moved his lips forcefully against the side of her neck. She struggled aware how she ached for his touch. The more she struggled the more pressure he applied to her sensitive flesh. It became increasingly difficult for her to struggle.

He moved his hand over her breast removing it from the lacy bra. She struggled as he cupped her exposed breast in his hand. He dipped his head over her large nipple and blew on it. Her body reacted to his hot breath betraying her desire for him. As her nipple hardened he slowly moved his moist tongue around it in a circular motion. She bit her lower lip desperately trying not to allow herself to be aroused. He drew her harden nipple into his mouth and began gently sucking on it. His touch was maddening to her senses. He delighted watching her squirm beneath his touch. He began to apply greater force as he sucked her nipple. Her breathing became heavier as he moved his tongue between her breasts. In one motion he unclasped the bra and removed it exposing her ample breasts. He enjoyed teasing her senses. 

She continued to struggle though not as feverishly. He moved his tongue along the contours of her body. He pulled back the skirt she was wearing revealing her navel. She moaned with greater intensity as he placed his lips over belly button. He flicked his tongue around it until she moaned breathlessly. He looked at her and she gave him a knowing glance. He pulled off the skirt to reveal a lacy black garter belt. He removed the straps and began kissing her hips. He knew all too well how erogenous that spot was for her. She no longer struggled as he moved his lips over her silky flesh. She arched her hips signaling she wanted more. He pulled back and slowly spread her legs. He began massaging her legs from her toes to her inner thighs. Her moans became breathless pants as he began to suck on her toes. 

She pounded her fists on the bed unable to take much more of his teasing. 

She gasped as his fingertips playfully danced along her inner thighs. Her breathing quickly becoming a ragged pant as he traced his fingertips from her inner thighs back to her swollen clitoris. She could hardly contain herself as his fingertips elusively caressed her clitoris. Her moans delighted him all the while as he continued to touch her. 

He teased her senses as he slid his forefinger deep inside her. Gabrielle moaned barely able to contain her explosion. He placed another finger moving them faster while applying more pressure. She arched her hips allowing him to move deeper inside of her. She was thoroughly soaked as he moved closer to her and whisper in her ear. She was filled with an urgency she could not have imagined. He moved her legs apart and with one motion placed his soft lips over her throbbing clitoris. Her moans became screams of passion as he ran his tongue along her hardening clitoris all the while he fingers deep inside of her. Her body had never known such ecstasy as she did at this moment. She placed her hands on his head as she arched herself closer to him. Her body shivered as he lifted his head. The sight of his face glistening from her juices made her even more aroused. He moved close and pressed his lips against hers. She greedily savored his lips parting hers so their tongues could better explore one another. 

Gabrielle slowly pulled back from their embrace. She began kissing him on the neck. She began unbuttoning his dress shirt until she had removed it. She began a trail of butterfly kisses from his neck to his chest. She teased his senses as she pinched his hardening nipple. She massaged it between her fingers while breathing over the other. Evan reveled in her familiar touch. She circled her tongue around his nipple in a teasing fashion. He sighed as she finally drew it in her mouth and began tugging on it. She continued to play with the other. Evan had ached to feel her touch for so long and now she was here. She moved her tongue from one nipple to the other evoking his senses. She then moved forward allowing her tongue to further explore the contours of his athletic physique. She rested her tongue on his navel stopping just above his waist. 

Gabrielle deliberately unbuckled the belt and unzipped the zipper on his pants. She pulled down his pants exposing his boxer briefs. She removed his pants in one motion and returned to his boxer briefs. She placed her mouth over the fabric and began to tug on them. She began to playfully move her fingertips over his navel resting on his hard cock. She moved her fingertips along his shaft applying greater pressure. She held it in her hands tightening her hold over it. She enjoyed feeling it getting bigger in her hands. She moved her full lips over the tip softly blowing on it. He sighed as she pressed her lips to his hard cock. She parted her lips and slowly began take it in. She moved her tongue around the tip in a circular motion. He moaned with greater intensity. She wrapped her lips around his cock applying greater pressure. She took in more of his it until it was deep in her throat. 

He moaned breathlessly as she sucked on his it with greater force. She moved her fingertips along the base while sucking on it. She firmly held his balls in her hand massaging them. She began to lick his hard cock from the tip to the base. He moaned as he felt her moist tongue along the shaft. He felt he was on fire as she pressed her lips against his skin. She maintained eye contact as she flicked her tongue along his balls. He felt he would loose control. She slowly ran her tongue along his balls before she began sucking on them. He gave her a knowing glance. She took in his cock and began sucking it with more intensity. The louder he moaned the faster and harder her movements became. She moved his cock deeper in her mouth gripping it harder. He looked at her as he finally released inside her anticipating mouth. She greedily swallowed every last drop of his cum.  

Evan wanted her desperately. He spread her legs and slid himself inside her wet pussy. He began to thrust himself deep inside her walls. She moaned loudly as she met of his thrusts grinding her pussy against him. He placed her legs over his shoulders to penetrate deeper inside of her. She moved her fingertips over her swollen clitoris becoming more excited. Her body would often shake after she reached orgasm. He loved watching the look on her face and hearing her moan as she would orgasm. He had her get on all fours as he began to thrust himself from behind. He held onto to her hips as he thrust his hard cock deep inside her throbbing pussy. She breathlessly called out his name in the height of her orgasm. She moaned aloud as she felt his strong hand slap her ass cheek. She enjoyed the feel of his touch. He realized he would soon reach orgasm. He wanted her to ride him before he did. She complied with his request and straddled him. He raised his head and sucked on her nipples. He ran his fingernails along her back scratching her softly. Her pace was quick as she moved in short motions. Each thrust was harder than the last allowing him to penetrate deeper.



Passion



Dusk faded to dawn. Sunlight illuminated a dusky sky. Either way it was all pretty hazy. Landing was only two hours off. He groaned. No shaving in 20 hours and no more than four hours sleep during the whole flight. Despite himself, a smile tickled his lips. He had waited so long for this day. She was the ideal woman, full of life and passion. When she smiled her face lit up and set against her raven black hair, it was like the sunshine in a night's sky. Ever since the first spark their relationship had been a searing flame.

No more than half an hour passed. Sunlight crept under the window shutters. 20 minutes to landing. Outside, the clouds were gaining ground on the plane: the sun towered over all, seemingly spinning clouds from its golden loom. 

Looking as if they were about to break, the wings extended and the ground advanced on the plane. A quick thud and touchdown. Darren's ears stubbornly refused to pop and somebody was poking his face with hot pins. The walk to the terminal was a stream of sound and colour. 

He paced up and down. Lime/grass green. Interesting choice of décor. Fatigue washed through him: his ears popped. Glancing upwards he saw her standing under the departure boards. He resisted the urge to run straight up to her: his face lost its innocence as a mischievous smile crept across it. 

Hugging the blind side of the departure boards, he came around behind her. When he was just behind her he lent close to her ear and whispered, "Guess who?" She started. He wrapped his arms around her, lent towards her, opened his mouth, pressed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her waiting mouth. 

Looking into his eyes this close she could see the intensity of his desire for her. Hungry eyes. "Hi, good flight?"

"Tiring."

"Do you want to rest?"

"No, I'll be fine." That kiss had sent adrenaline galloping through his veins. 

"The car is out front." He smiled and took her hand. 

Outside the sky was heavier and darker. Golden clouds yielded warm drizzle. She seemed lost. "Where's the car?"

"Errrrrrrr" They both giggled. Eventually they arrived at her Ford. Her boot wasn't quite big enough for his luggage so he laid it across her back seat. His hand brushed over hers as she shifted through the gears. Knowing smiles creased both their faces. Both of them knew he wanted to move his hand upwards. His eyes never left her. 

"Shall we?"

"Of course." She didn't really need to ask. The car juddered up and down as she rode it a little onto the damp grass, off the road and into the enveloping darkness. He got out and vanished briefly into the dark. Reappearing outside her window he opened the door and took her hand. Slamming the door; he led her round to the front of the car. 

Eyes met. His tongue plunged into her mouth: rolling over hers like a velvet carpet. A single finger tip raced down the centre of her spine. Fabric came between flesh and dulled the sensation a little. 

Standing between her open legs he withdrew his tongue and kissed her chin. Kissing mouth followed licking tongue. It was smooth and moist. Drizzle had made her t-shirt wet. She was vaguely aware of the dampness clinging to her breasts. Hands wandered under sodden clothes. Flesh and fabric peeled apart. Keen fingers arced and pulled in so the tips brushed her skin. Pressure was applied with the palm of the hand then replaced by a feather light touch. 

His tongue was licking her neck as he kissed it. It's tip moved down the centre of her neck. She threw her head back and sat herself on the car bonnet. Now it was at the top of her chest. Steam rose where the drizzle landed on her naked flesh. Moving around her breasts the tongue tip teased – the flat of the tongue caressed her breast. He took her left nipple into the moistness of his mouth. Then her hard nipple was teased by a tongue tip. Her right breast plunged straight into his mouth. With the slightest of touches her nipple was teased between his teeth. So many different sensations. 

The pressure of her jeans slackened around her waist. A quiver of anticipation shook her body. Final button gone, her flesh breathed the free air. Earlier she had selected her best pair of black panties to entice him in. Neither noticed the storm intensifying. Blind to everything, but his desire to taste her and be in her, he ripped the panties off. Running his tongue over her stomach he only had one thing in mind. Between her legs was a melting pot. She opened them wide. 

Judders shook her body each time his tongue darted on and off her clit. His lips brushed around her entrance and then with an animal like ferocity he was devouring her. Smoothness licking her sides. His tongue went so deep. Eyes rolled. For the first time she let go. Like amber nectar her cum landed on his tongue. She was oozing. He lapped it up while his hands busied themselves undoing his buttons. 

Sliding back down the bonnet she wrapped her legs around him. Eyes locked as a hard shaft made its entrance. Now they were joined. Kissing the side of her neck. Her nails were almost snapping as she clung to the bonnet. Both their bodies were wet from the drizzle. Now came the rain. In perfect rhythmic sync their heartbeats quickened as he thrust faster and harder. Long, luscious moans rang in her ear. She was ready to burst. Rain ran down her body. A few more thrusts and ... his teeth bit down hard on his lip. Looking into her eyes he could see a volcano. She yelped. Thrust. Thrust. Everything was a blur. He let go. As the explosion spread through her body she yelled. 

Several minuets passed. He stayed in her. Gradually he withdrew. 

He pulled his jeans back up and found her keys beneath the car. The back door swung open. A blue fluffy towel was easy to hand. It was wrapped around her while he gathered her clothes. "This is the promise I made to you. This is our new beginning." Taking her hand ... he led her back to the car ...



Passion



There is a large house overlooking the ocean. It stands alone on a high dune covered with sea grass. There are many balconies and windows mounted in the dark wood of the outside walls. There is a large picture window in the front of the house, and through the glass, one can see a single figure, standing still and alone. It is a woman. Her name is Passion. 

She stands by the large open window from her high vantage point, looking out over the shimmering moonlight illuminating the ocean.

She is dressed in the thinnest silken lace imaginable, it is unclear whether it is a nightgown or a dress, for it is too thin to be a dress, and it is cut rather unlike that of a nightgown. More likely that it is a dress for wearing inside in intimate situations. A glass of white wine is in her hand. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest and she is rubbing the wineglass slowly across her face and neck. She faces the ocean, she faces the sea, and she feels as if the sea is looking back at her, like she is under the gaze of all of the creatures of the ocean as one. It is as if all of the eyes of all of the sea birds, all of the fishes, all of the dolphins, all of the seals can see her at this moment in time.

She is an exhibitionist for this kind of gazing. Her nipples are visible through the thin material of her garment. Her breasts are ample and firm, well-shaped, and her nipples are just the least bit erect, as she thinks about her lover. Her hair is long and dark, flowing almost to her waist. There are two braids holding her hair back from her face. Her neck is long and graceful, it's lines flow into a beautiful throat.

A long thin chain is around her neck, hanging almost to her waist with a finger ring on the end and thin leather straps are around her wrists. Leather straps are also around her ankles. She waits for her lover, her master.

There are no lights on in the room, it is lit only by the bright moon of the night sky and the reflection of that moon off the water.

It is time, she knows, for the duty that she must perform for her master for the day before he arrives. He has ordered her to do this to bring her into the proper mood. She must be in the proper mood for him when he arrives.

Not moving from the window, she opens the front of her dress and looks down at the sculpture he purchased for her. It is of a man, a most unusual man. Not only is the form of the man life-size, but the man has two penises, long and smooth and close together. There is a knowing smile on the statue's face, and the face is that of a woodland fairy, like Puck from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.'

She has always trembled when aroused, but this is sweet torture for her. Her duty is the impale herself upon the statue at least once a hour for the day, but not to completion. She is to stop unsatisfied, always.

She takes lubricant in her hand and rubs it on one of the phalli, the lower one, only the lower one, for the other does not need it. She has enough wetness there. It is one of the things her master likes about her, he has mentioned it many times, the fact when she is excited, when her center swells and blooms with passion, she becomes wet, she becomes very wet. Very, very wet. If he makes her wait long enough, through the binding, through the application of chains and clamps to her erect nipples and through the rubbing of an erect phallus all over her face without letting her lick, suck, or even touch it, she will become so wet the sweet honey will drip out of her, flowing hot, wet and pungent, a sweet smell like honeysuckle in the night air.

She steps up to the phalli of the statue, looks into his eyes, and lowers herself onto the cool metal. The twins slide into her, and she closes her eyes at the feel of them filling her everywhere, sliding into her, the slick penetration, the depth, the hardness. One of the phalli is hinged at the bottom, so she can move and rock on it, making herself wet. And so she does, rocking back and forth, her passion rising within her, faster then slower, varying the pace, drawing it out. She sits down fully on the statue, her hands lightly resting on the smooth, cool metal shoulders. She feels the metal warming and rolls her hips forward and back, her passion rising strong and quickly. She slows down to let herself cool down just a little, letting some time pass, but it is too late, the strong muscles of her passion are gripping the twins down hard, gripping and clamping, knotting in the beginnings of orgasm she knows she is not allowed to happen. It is too late to slow, and she heaves herself off the metal figure and throws herself kneeling onto the padded leather window seat, her chest damp with perspiration, nipples erect, her breasts heaving and quivering with every breath. Her hands grasp the inside of her thighs, roughly, to try and control the gripping knot is within her, begging for release. The eyes and the knowing smile of the statue seem to know the torture she is going through, as if the smile were saying, "I can release you, I can stay in you until you are released a thousand times but I won't, and neither will you, because you are your master's slave." She knows it is true. Her release will be meaningless without her master, without the touch of the man who has bound her mind, and through that, her body and soul. With him she has known the sweet torture of bondage and discipline, and the absolute ecstasy of the contrast of sweet release after.

Her breathing finally returned to almost normal when she heard the door to the master's suite down the open stairway. She heard voices, one low and melodic, her master's and another, feminine, but low and smooth. She listened closely. They had apparently been there some time and were discussing her.

"I think you really will like her, she is so sweet and responds to the smallest caresses and suggestions very well." Her master talking.

"I do hope so. It has been a long time since I've had a woman who excited me. They all seem so plain nowadays. Either that or they are so silly." There was the clink of ice smoothed and swirled by liquid. "Thank you. Valley girls do not interest me in the least, no matter how nice their bodies are." Her voice, though low, was well modulated and even. The tone spoke volumes of experience. This was a woman, a woman who was real.

"I'll call her." Her master.

"Yes, I think it may well be time." The woman's voice caused ripples in her stomach.

"I think that she may well have been listening." Her master.

"I do hope so. It would be a perfect transgression to punish. For a start." The woman gave a low laugh that climbed upwards and took Passion's breath up with it, into the clouds of her soul and suddenly she felt the light leather of her everyday cuffs on her wrists very acutely.

Her master stepped over to the wall and pulled a bell cord. Not the red one for the butler, the black one, for her. It was for her alone.

Her breath caught in her throat. She slowly stepped down the stairs into the dim light of the lamps. She caught her master's eyes and then looked down, as she had been trained never to look up unless instructed. As she walked forward, she could see a woman's figure, full and voluptuous, dressed in a flowing black dress, black stockings and high heels. As she had been taught to do in the presence of her master, she stopped, crossed her arms behind her back, bowed her head, and waited for command.

As she watched the floor, she saw the swirling skirts of the woman walk over to her and a slender hand with thin band rings around the last two of long fingers touched her stomach. Her skin quivered at the touch.

"Mmmm. Is she always this ready?" The woman's voice had a smile in it.

"Nearly always." Her master's voice was lilting, he was enjoying himself immensely. "You really should feel the rest of her, judging from the condition of her nipples. She should be quite wet." Her master was right. Her nipples were full and hard, exposed to the air, feeling the lightest breeze as the woman moved past her.

"Mmm."

She felt the woman's lips against her ear. "And what is your name, my sweet?"

As she spoke, her voice felt small and hollow in the quiet air. "Passion."

The woman stood to one side of her, and reaching around her with both arms, grasped Passion's shoulder with one hand and her breast with the other, hard, squeezed Passion's upper arm in between her breasts. The woman's breasts were incredibly full, Passion could feel the firm softness pressing, sandwiching her arm. A quick, breathy "Oh." escaped Passion's lips. The woman backed away, leaving Passion tingling and cool where the woman's heat had warmed her. She didn't know how her ragged breath was making it's way past her thumping heart, but kept her eyes upon the Persian carpet on the floor.

The woman walked back up to her and stood directly in front of Passion. "Look at me." the woman's smooth voice commanded. Passion did so, looking at the woman's strong face framed with softly gleaming red hair, and into large blue eyes, deep and calm. There was a heavy leather collar around her throat, light chains draping from bronze rings on the collar down to heavy leather manacles about her wrists. Passion's vision was thus filled with the woman's body, and she watched entranced as the woman's slender hand lifted up to her own breast and opened her blouse, slowly, button by button, showing Passion she wore a black corset underneath her black silk blouse. She opened Passion's blouse, slowly drawing the thin material over her erect nipple and then cupped her breast so softly it was almost as if she caressed the skin with air. Passion's breath was becoming very tense and shallow, the flow between her legs beginning. It was an effort holding herself still. The woman in black laughed, low and rippling, soft and warm.

"Your master tells me your name is suitable to your enthusiasm. Is that true?"

Passion nodded slightly, her eyes closed tight. The woman spoke again.

"My name is Larraine, and when I'm finished tonight, you will call me Mistress." Passion slowly opened her eyes and looked to her master. He was leaning back against the bookcase with a glass of wine in his hand, smiling at them both. Larraine was talking again. "You are not losing him, little one, for you will see, your master is mine as well."

Larraine's hand came up to Passion's chin and lifted it up so Passion could look into her eyes. Larraine's eyes were large and blue, limpid pools a strong man could get lost in. Passion's mouth fell open, and Larraine covered it with her own, grasping her about the neck with one hand pulling her close, and grasped her breast with the other, digging her nails into Passions tender skin, both of them quickly inhaling breath. Larraine's tongue searched and caressed, melting Passion from within and then released her abruptly.

Passion opened her eyes. She saw her master leaning against the fireplace mantle in his black silk dressing gown, watching every move she and Larraine made. Larraine stood directly in front of her, feet apart and hands on hips

"Where are your real bonds, little one?" Passion nodded toward the large oaken cabinet in the corner of the room. "Go and get the heavy leather bracelets the master has told me about, and return here." Passion nodded and did as she was bid.

When she returned Larraine was kneeling before her master, his thick erect heat in her mouth. Larraine slowly turned to look at Passion directly in the eyes, never taking her mouth from the thick member, slowly stroking it into her mouth.

Passion's hands gripped her bonds tightly, her mouth sagged open, tears almost coming to her eyes as she witnessed this. It was something she had never seen, her master being serviced by another, they had always been alone. The sight of it made her knees weak, and she was suddenly aware of a single drop of the wetness of her center slowly dripping down her inner thigh.

Larraine gestured to her to approach, and she did on trembling legs. She motioned for Passion to kneel beside her. When she did so, Larraine stood up, turned around, and right in front of Passion's face, guided her master's cock into her from behind. Passion could not take her eyes from it, the sight of the rigid cock sliding in and out of the woman's center, slick with juice, quiet slurping sounds echoing in her ears. Larraine then stood up, then kneeling beside her master, and gripping her masters cock tightly at the base and grasping Passion's hair, pulled her over toward it. It was purple, so swollen, so hard. Responding to the pressure of Larraine's guiding hand, Passion opened her mouth and sucked it in, tasting Larraine's fluids and her master's juices at the same time. Larraine's taste was heady and sweet, so sweet, her master's juice so strong and familiar. It was intoxicating.

As Passion kneeled there with her masters cock in her mouth, Larraine slowly undressed her, peeling her blouse from her shoulders and, with surprising strength, ripped her skirt from around her, tearing the thin satin cloth in her bare hands. She then took Passion's hands, bound them behind her back and to a wide leather belt she put around Passion's waist. Larraine then reached into her bag and brought out a small plug dildo with chains attached. She squeezed lubricant on it and inserted it into Passion's small hole, working it slowly in and out, until it was in her to the hilt. She then took the chains and fastened them to the belt around Passion's waist. Passion felt a lighter than air touch across her shoulders and breasts. It was the familiar touch of silk streaming across her. The cool, light touch contrasted erotically with the heavy hot taste of her master's cock, of Larraine, throbbing in her mouth to the back of her throat. The cool, light touch crossed her eyes and quickly became a blindfold. She could now only feel, taste, and hear.

Passion could now hardly breathe. Her master's cock was huge in her mouth, and the dildo in her ass reminded her of earlier in the afternoon when she had performed her master's bidding of working herself to the brink without coming. Then she felt the paddle.

It was small and light, just enough to make a sting without bruising. It hit her ass again and again with small cracks, warming her ass, she could feel the heat on her ass begin. As her eyes were closed and blindfolded, she assumed Larraine was doing it, but then she heard another crack and did not feel it on herself. She heard a low moan, and she knew Larraine had felt the sting of her master's hand. Another crack, another moan, and Passion now felt Larraine's hands on her, kneading her heavy breasts, stroking her cunt along the lips, and she felt Larraine's hair across her shoulders, Larraine's soft heavy breasts rubbing on her back, the nipples hard and dragging across her soft skin, sticking slightly with sweat just beginning to glow from their bodies.

There was a low table in the room, narrow, the edges of which were padded leather. Passion and her master had used it many times for many different games. Larraine removed the blindfold, raised her to her feet, pulling her mouth from her master's cock and led her over to the table. She made Passion kneel on one side of the table, made her spread her legs and lean against it, her hands pushing against the smooth wood, the padded rail pushing against her hips.

Her master pressed two sets of nipple clamps connected by chains into Larraine's hands and led Larraine to kneel at the table opposite Passion. He spread Larraine's legs wide. The two women were close enough across the table for their nipples to touch, but her master held Larraine back, pulling back on her luxurious red hair.

Passion watched Larraine's slender hands reach out to her and take her breasts, nails dragging across the sensitive skin. Then Passion felt the bite of the clamps on her swollen nipples, one clamp from each of the sets biting into her skin. An involuntary gasp took her breath away for a moment, she was riding the edge of passion and pain, climbing both sides of the mountain at once.

Then she looked up and saw it. The look in Larraine's blue eyes, the certain slackness in her jaw, and finally she looked down and saw Larraine's nipples, large, swollen, and erect. She watched Larraine's stomach. It was quivering, trembling as was the rest of her.

Larraine's hands dropped the chains clamped to Passion's nipples and pressed down against the table, her fingers splayed and gripping the leather surface. Her master came up behind Larraine, reached around her. Slowly, so slow as only her master could, he grasped Larraine's nipples and squeezed them, first gently, then harder, then harder still until a small gasp 'ohh' escaped Larraine's mouth. Passion's gazed was riveted on Larraine, she had never seen so close a woman aroused. And Larraine was. Passion could hear her breath, quick and shallow. Her master's hand reached out and grasped the chains clamped to Passion's nipples, pulled on them, stretching Passion's nipples, then grasping Larraine's nipples, slowly screwed the clamps down onto her. Their nipples were now clamped, chained together, and Passion could see Larraine's lips begin to tremble.

Larraine's hands slowly, ever so, reached out and grasped the back of Passion's neck. She first pushed Passion away from her, pulling the chain between their nipples tight, causing the smoldering embers between their legs to burst into flame, the cunt honey dripping down their legs. Larraine then pulled Passion's lips close to hers and held there, not letting their lips touch. She could feel Larraine's breath, coming quick, could smell her perfume. Her master came up behind Larraine grasping his cock in his hand. The head was huge and purple, throbbing. He put one hand on Larraine's ass and guided himself to her gate. He paused there, gazing deeply into Passion's eyes, holding the three of them in one frozen, magic, passionate, trembling moment. Then he ground his cock into Larraine's sweetness.

As he pushed into her, he pushed Larraine's mouth onto Passion's and Passion felt the incredibly soft wetness of Larraine's mouth and the low vibration of her moans through her mouth at the same time. It was almost too much.

And it quickly became so, too much. Larraine shoved the table out from between them, and grabbing Passion's cunt in one hand and her ass the other, began stoking her now sopping slit and spanking her bottom. Passion could see just enough to see her master reaching around with one hand and stroking Larraine in just the same fashion.

Then suddenly Larraine's body was against hers, the chains grinding in between as their breasts pushed together. Passion could feel her masters hand moving against Larraine and Larraine's hand moving against her and her master's arm around them both pressing them together and then Larraine's body convulsed, sparking her own convulsion, catapulting her to the peak to float for a time amongst the clouds.

There was a long time of stillness after that. No words, no thoughts, they simply were. It was as if they were in a painting someone had commissioned for the event and had become part of it. A painting one would look at and wish they were part of the scene. They were the painting and the scene, and were glad to be there.

From then on, they were never to be apart.



Passion



We have a wonderful evening out, a quiet restaurant hidden away, we have been here before many times and spend the hours talking about life and love in general, discussing the life you have away from me, the life with your wife and family that I know you have. 

We make plans for a future we both know will not happen, a life together that is impossible but so wanted and needed by both of us, knowing that neither of us can leave the other life we have and start again, it would cost us too much. 

We finish our meal hours after we sat down, creating our own private world within the larger one and losing track of time. You look at me across the table and ask if I am ready to go home, I don't want to go because I know it brings me one step back towards losing you again but I nod my assent and we pay the bill and leave. 

Wandering home hand-in-hand, we still talk about our dreams and aspirations, how much we would do if we were together forever. We walk by the river and watch the water, each silent in our own thoughts, as we stop and watch the swans. 

Your arms come around my shoulders as I say, "Did you know that swans mate for life? If one dies the other pines." 

Your answer is to tighten your arms around me and kiss the top of my head. I know what you are thinking, the same thoughts are my own. We should be those swans – content in their lives. 

You turn me around and tilt my face to yours, bending to kiss me softly.

"I'm sorry." is all that you say.

I don't reply, I don't need to. You take my hand and we continue our walk home. You choose that moment to tell me that I have you all night. I swing around and look at you 

"All night? How?"

"I told her I was away at a conference for two days. I need this time with you, I miss you so much, I want to know what it is to wake up next to you in the morning and not have to leave in the middle of the night in a hurry." 

I smile happily, my satisfaction showing on my face, tonight, for once you are going to be mine completely. We reach home finally and you open the door, stepping inside and breathing deeply.

"Home," you whisper, and I smile again, watching you. 

You turn to me and start to undress me, not saying a word, not having to. Standing together eventually both naked our hands move across each other, every time seeming like the first, re- discovering each other over again. 

You take my hand and lead me to the bedroom. I feel you shaking with need, passion and love. Turning to me without a word, you take me into your arms, kissing me deeply. I know immediately what I want and need:

I am going to let you make me cry with the most wonderful pleasure I know I am going to have as you take me. How deeply can you go? 

From above and below, front and back until I don't know or care which way is up, all I will know is you and the pleasure we give, the feeling of pleasure as you plunge deeply into me making me cry out, the noise coming from deep within my throat centering everything on the feel of you, the touch of you, the wanting of you, as you plunge in and out faster and faster, grinding my clit under you, hard and wet against you, each stroke taking me higher and higher hearing and feeling the passion and wet juices of both our bodies as you try and bury yourself, my legs wanting to get wider and wider so that I can take you as deep as possible, feeling the head of your cock right up into my womb, pushing, stretching me until it feels as though you will split me in two but still trying to take you deeper as though I will die if I don't, as though part of me will not be satisfied without it and, knowing that it is not true does not stop me.

I have to have you - all of you, inside me, till it hurts, till we are not two but one, till we breathe together, move together and feel together, you feeling the pain as you push and the pleasure as I feel the pain, knowing that the pain is what I need to feel and I, will feel your pain as you work towards climax.  

The pain that starts at the root of your balls, working its way up, the pain of knowing that you are hurting me and the pleasure of knowing I don't care, its a hurt I want to feel and live with, the glory of knowing that between us both we are going to take each other higher and farther than anyone has ever taken us. 

There are no words to describe it – only feelings and pictures and we are the only people in the world who know what those feelings and pictures are. I feel you start to cum and see the explosion in your mind as you arch your back towards me, desperate to get your hips closer to me and take me one last time, deeper than any other. 

I let go and cum with you shaking from head to foot with total uncontrolled passion, my body trying to pull you in as you plough into me, my clit on fire and begging out for more as it betrays my mind and whether I want to or not, you know I need more. 

As you pull out of me the cum gushes out soaking us both and you kiss me, passionately, deeply then tell me how much you love that feeling, hot and wet between us. The bond still there, you kiss me again and move down my body slowly until you reach my solid clit, you open your mouth and suck me in, making me buck beneath you and gush wet again as you lick up the juices. 

Your hand parts my lips so that you can get better access to me, making me moan louder, rising to meet your mouth. Your teeth nip my clit driving me totally wild and I try to move my own fingers in to assist in satisfying myself. You carefully take them away lick them clean and bite them telling me to keep out. Your head lowers again and I grip the bedcovers in an attempt to do as I am told. Your fingers plunge deeply into me and move around judging the wetness. Your hand makes its way to my mouth and you give me your fingers to clean. 

I lick and suck them until you take them away from me, all the time your face is buried in my pussy, your tongue playing havoc with my clit. I am close to cumming now, your hands hold my arse as you suck furiously on my huge, swollen clit making me squirm and thrust my hips towards you. 

I start shaking as I feel my orgasm approaching very fast, you grip me with your mouth and hands even tighter as your thumb finds my arse and slides into it making me thrust towards you even more – I start cumming - every muscle in my body going rigid you feel it thorough my legs, my stomach, my arse and in my clit as it pulses with every contraction, your mouth greedily lapping it all up. 

You move up me and turn me over, bearing my arse and glistening wet pussy to you, then, without a word or look at me, you put one hand in my hair and plunge deeply into me, withdrawing and plunging back in as though your life depended on it, your free hand sits lightly on my hip as thou to guide me, but, impaled, I don't need guiding.

I need you, deeply and with total animal lust - inside me. The combination of our cum, your saliva and my juices running all over both of us letting you slide deeply. I push myself back towards you and lower my shoulders towards the bed, exposing more of myself to you.

You let go of my hair, grabbing the cheeks of my arse, you pull them apart to let yourself get even deeper. This has the effect of making me push myself back against you even harder and you match me push for push until the force of us both is making us sweat. Pumping hard and deep, one hand moves round to the front of me and slides into my cunt until it finds my clit. 

You start rubbing and massaging until it finds the right spot - the one that makes me moan deeply and push myself back onto your long, hard cock. You rub me all the time you are pumping me making me moan out loud telling you to rub harder you know I am not far from cumming again. You carry on rubbing my clit, it grows totally hard and large under your finger care until I start to cum, over and over again while you thrust at me from behind. I feel you change pace a little and know that you are going to cum soon too, a thought that makes me contract around you again, wanting to milk every last drop out of you. 

With a rumble and a moan you tell me you are cumming and you convulse behind me, pushing hard calling out loud. 

Spent, we collapse in a heap, you still inside me and your fingers buried in my cunt gently stroking and feeling the wet. We fall asleep and I am later woken with the feel of your fingers rubbing my clit and you make love to me slowly and gently over again.

When we are finally satisfied, we sleep, deeply, wrapped together, holding each other as though our lives depended on it, every limb intertwined, arms, fingers, legs. Every part of us wanting and needing to touch, even in our sleep. 

The following morning we wake still entwined and again you make love to me, slowly, gently, both of us feeling the wonder of waking up next to each other. When we have finished making love, we finally bath and get dressed taking our time over each other, hiding the bodies we know so well and miss so much. 

Eventually we cannot put off the inevitable any longer and we have to go back to our lives. You leave me sad with the promise that this will happen again soon. I know it will, we love each other too much for it not to happen again. 



Passion



At the foot of the bed, kissing.

We return from a fabulous night out. You dressed extra special for me tonight and I'm sure more than a few other men happened to notice as well.

Doesn't matter though, I knew you were coming home with me.

Our kisses are passionate. Intense really. Your breathing is short and excited. I love it when we kiss. Your soft lips, your searching tongue. It's really a great start to where this is headed.

Our bodies are close. Arms wrapped around our bodies as we almost melt into one. Breaking the kiss, just for a moment, I look into your eyes. Looking for, and seeing, desire.

I feel it too. My member is quite hard. In fact it has been most of the night. Just thinking about how we were going to end the evening. Here, in this bedroom together. Our clothes strewn across the room. Our bodies heaving, sweaty and fulfilled.

But just now we're only at the "feeling out stage". Our lips gently touching. Tongues twirling. It's quite erotic and extremely exciting. The kiss says so much.

Sometimes they are slow and sensual. Often they are heated and filled with lust. But each kiss is a great exploration. And we move together from the slow sensual kisses into the more aggressive passionate tonguing like a choreographed dance. Hard and intense to slow gentle and sensual, then back. What a beautiful feeling. This is the slow beginning of foreplay. It's something I love to do.

I sense that you may want more as your tongue probes even deeper. Are you trying to speed things up? Is my mind playing tricks?

I pull your body even closer to me. Both hands slipping down to fondle you. In the process your dress is lifted just a bit. But really just pulling you into me.

Do you feel how hard I am for you? Can you feel the heat and energy you are creating?

I break our kiss again and detect just a bit more "want" as your lips search for mine until you open your eyes.

I turn you around and begin to caress your neck with my lips. My hands are free to roam. My lips and tongue quickly find that spot where neck meets shoulder. I kiss my way up to your ear, slowly, with purpose.

Reaching for your breasts, I sink my lips to your ear. Licking, breathing and kissing. Then up and down everywhere. My hands slowly grab. I know this is more for my delight but I hope you realize my fingers really enjoy kneading your magnificent breasts.

I feel your body almost melt into me. Your body language is excellent. Heaving breasts, a soft sigh while your arms dangle with almost no care in the world.

You turn your head to meet my lips again. My hand slipping down the front of your body. It leaves a trail of tingles down your front as it makes its way slowly to your thighs. I grab your stocking covered thigh, pause for a moment, to enjoy the feeling, and then move slowly upwards.

My hand caressing your bare skin, the other playing with your breast and hard nipple while my lips and tongue enjoying your soft lips. What an incredible feeling as you sink back into me.

My hand continues to move up leaving even more intense tingles, even Goosebumps, as I raise your dress even higher. I trail just above your panties and then onto your stomach. My fingers grazing part in and part over your silken undergarment. 

I feel a shortening of breath as I subtly sink lower with my fingers. I'm hoping it is; your want for me to touch your wet pussy. I feel your hand slowly cover my lower hand and follow my movements. Up down and around. I'm lightly caressing your stomach and below. Coming teasingly close to the point where all I want to do is push my finger down between your legs and make sure you are wet with anticipation.

But I continue to tease with longing stokes. Your mouth is absolutely wet and open for my exploration. Our bodies mashed together closely. My hands switch positions so that I can feel and play with your other nipple. 

What a wonderful feeling being able to caress every inch of your body. The strap of your dress has fallen off your shoulder and I'm able to pull it down and expose you. Can you feel the heat as my hand and your naked breast meet? I'm in ecstasy being able to feel your hard nipple sliding over my palm.

I lightly touch it as my hand slides back and forth trying to coax it even harder. Soft, light touches. Your free hand now comes up to grab my neck and pulls our faces even closer. Your body turns into me and I groan as your side slips between my legs and rubs me just the right way.

You stop there as you move lightly to tease me, and your lower hand begins to urge me lower. It is subtle but I feel you willing me lower. My fingers dip into your panties to the lowest point yet as I switch from my light palming of your nipple and slide down to pull you into me. These two actions cause you to break our kiss and turn completely facing me.

Your hands and fingers quickly begin unbuttoning my shirt. Pulling it from my pants as well. It's not a slow delicate undress, you are hasty in your actions. Once my shirt is removed you grab the inside of my pants with one hand and pull me close. Your other hand is between us and you use it to tease me up and down.

Your lips find my neck and you start taking control to return the favor of teasing. Your top hand reaching for and unbuttoning my pants while you kiss my neck and stroke me through my pants. My hands are not idol, one able to find your exposed breast the other reaching around you to keep you close.

Totally in synch, our bodies totally enjoying every teasing touch.

I feel the buttons on my jeans release one by one. Each time with a bit of a tug. Your lips find my ear and are quite good at teasing me. My body tingles and I am totally surprise by your hand reaching in and now massaging me through my boxers. It's really a different feeling than through the jeans. Much more intense.

You don't just stroke me but you also squeeze me just right. It almost feels like your lips and hand are synchronized to drive me insane. I'm melting with desire at this point. As hard as I've ever been. Enjoying your flesh and the feel of your hot breathe on my skin.

My hand is grabbing your ass and feeling as much as I can of your body while trying not to lose it from all of your attention. Your breathe on my skin and your lips they are so passionate. I turn and take over your mouth, lips and tongue with my own incredibly urgent kissing. My hands reach up to cup your face.

Our kissing only seems to fuel your desire and I feel you stroke a bit faster. What an incredible feeling, the warmth of your hand on and around me.

We continue dancing with our tongues for what seems like hours. My hard cock is really enjoying all the attention. Grabbing your shoulders I spin you around again. You are almost in shock but settle back into me quickly. My hands quickly now coming back to that teasing point I abandoned earlier.

Your hands reach around behind and begin to push my jeans down. My lips quickly find your neck and ear so that I can breathe and kiss and lick and suck. But it's my hands that have your attention.

Your legs are spread in anticipation and I am happy to oblige as both hands reach under your dress and come up. Then one quickly dips into your panties and works downward. I am slowly exploring your body. My hands caressing, almost massaging you as I approach your pussy.

My breathe meets your ear just as my fingers reach down. You must be completely aroused as your body responds urgently. My legs caught in place by my half lowered jeans are no problem, but your panty covered ass grinding into my erection is. I totally love the feeling as you try your best to pull us even closer.

My hand is busy now exploring your folds. Delicately opening you up one step at a time. It isn't as much a tease as it is a buildup. Willing your body to endure all the excitement and anticipation. My fingers are moving all around and your wetness just serves to spur me on even more.

I lightly pass over your clit and I feel your body tighten all over. Your breath stops for a split second. What a beautiful feeling it is to have you clenching from just a gentle touch.

I continue to probe and explore and wet my fingers so they are soaking. My lips are all over your neck and shoulders. Making you wet and slippery. I am completely lost in everything we are doing.

For some reason just as I reach that sensitive area behind your ear, and my breathe blows hot into you, my finger again flicks your clit. But this time in a deliberate way. All these senses combine to give you your first orgasm. And your body clenches. A loud moan escapes your lips as you spasm for just a bit.

I am smiling as I continue to kiss and fondle you. My heart is racing. I want you, all of you, so badly. What a night it has been already. My cock grew even harder when you came if that is at all possible.

Our lips meet again, but only for a moment. Just long enough to remember how well they fit together.

Breaking our embrace and turning you reach into my boxers while looking into my eyes. They are glowing. Filled with desire. I'm looking and see this but cannot help but focus on your soft hands grabbing me. Stroking. I don't think I can get any harder. It's my turn to have shortness of breath as you lower yourself and look up at me as you pull my boxers down and continue to massage me just the right way. Oh my, what a sight. Your beautiful smile. Your hand moving up and down, the anticipation of having your lips wrapped around my cock.

With your help I let my jeans fall to my ankles, kick off my jeans and boxers and now stand completely naked in front of you. I step closer trying to urge you to take me in your mouth.

I notice you smile a bit as you sense my desperation. Your hand slowly stroking my length. You alternate from looking up at me to watching your own hand and its manipulations.

I think to myself that your first orgasm may not have been a good idea, because now you can taunt and tease me for a good long while as your own excitement slowly starts to grow again.

I watch. Your hand, your face, your naked breast, the spread of your legs as you balance on your high heels. It's extraordinary. I am so hard, so excited. My hands are clenched as I enjoy your slow teasing of my cock.

You adjust and lower yourself to your knees. I cannot help but to reach around and urge you onto me. And you don't deny. Your lips open and slowly you begin to caress my knob.

My body shutters with those first moments. My hand doesn't remain long as I let you do as you wish.

I watch every move. Your hand, your lips. What a sight. I'm incredibly hard as you slowly suck me in and out. Every so often looking up at me with a gleam in your eyes.

I love watching your hand and your lips work in unison as I relish every second. Your hand reaching around to grab my ass helps to pull me into you.

I cannot utter a word but my gasps and moans and clenched hands tell you everything you need to know.

You pause and remove your mouth. Looking up at me you see my look of absolute need. My absolute lust. I alternate from looking at you and them to your hand. How intense. Your soft hand gripping me tight sliding up and down my now wet cock.

As you slip back onto me with your wet mouth you begin to take me deeper, faster. It is so intense. I love every second. 

Not really sure how long I'm going to last I just enjoy the ride. You have been working me for a while now but this new attack is more intense. Not as much teasing as it is driving.

You remove your hand and take me even deeper. Both hands grabbing me. Pulling me into you. My body is reacting. I'm pumping myself involuntarily. I cannot hold it.

You feel it coming. Your hand replaces your mouth and you pump quickly. Grinning wildly as your lips glisten. I can't say anything but watch as you slowly open your mouth. Take aim and let me shoot my load.

It is incredible. The tight grip. The fact that you keep pumping even after the first shot. This is an incredible ending to a wildly fantastic blowjob. Your fist continues even after the third massive shot.

Then your mouth closes over me again. I'm barely standing as my legs want to buckle from the intensity. I watch as you suck every drop of cum from me.

Your mouth is so warm, so tender, so giving. I shiver with ecstasy.

I reach down under your arms and lift you to your feet. The passion still burning even after that incredible orgasm. I turn you easily toward the bed and set you down on the edge. I'm quickly on my knees reaching up under your dress.

I find the waistband to your panties and pull them down. All while staring into your wild eyes. You are smiling confident after that great performance. It's becoming a one-up game of pleasure and it's my turn now.

My hands slowly climb up your legs after you step out of your panties. I'm mesmerized by the silky stockings. But I continue with what I hope will be as fun for you as it is for me.

My hands stop with both thumbs reaching your wetness. I tell you to spread your legs. You comply.

With unfettered access I quickly bring my mouth to you. My first real taste of you is exciting. Incredible. My lips, my tongue begin to feast. Slowly at first. Trying to see what gets a reaction. Some harder strokes with my tongue. Then soft swirls.

I'm registering everything I can to find just the right combination. Your hand grasps my hair and keeps me tight, or pulls me tighter to you. I just don't know. Don't care. I'm lost in you and making your body succumb to pleasure.

My hands begin to roam over your dress. I reach up and coax the other strap off your shoulder. You take the initiative to remove both straps from your arms and your dress gathers around your waist.

My finger find your nipples. They are both rock hard. I am startled a bit when both your hands guide my head. you are guiding me subtly to the right spots. Your moans tell me when I've done the right thing.

I am lapping and petting your pussy with my tongue. All this teasing is paying off as your clit appears. I zero in on it, then back off. Then swirl my tongue around it. Then suck on it. I love how you are reacting as your body tightens and then loosens a bit. Your breathing is heavy. Your nipples are incredibly hard.

I lower one hand and slowly work a finger inside of you. I am encouraged with a loud groan. It is surprisingly easy to enter your tight passage and I probe and prod, but my main focus is still all your folds and sometimes your clit. Teasing you slowly.

As I enter a second digit I also turn my hand so I can search deeper. It is so exciting to be eating you and fucking you now with two fingers. I'm sensing you like it just from the way your thighs sometimes tighten around me.

Pulling my fingers back once I curl them a bit to look for your g-spot. I stop, circle and then tickle. I found it quickly as I hear you moan. My tongue licking you quickly. My lips sucking and now my fingers playing inside of you. I am stroking in and out of you often passing gently over "the spot".

I am completely immersed. Utterly fascinated with how your body is reacting to my manipulations. I'm rock hard again in anticipation of what is to come. But first, your body needs release.

Now is not a time to tease. This is a time to work your body up and bring it over the edge. my tongue, my fingers. My other hand pinching and prodding your nipple, then lightly caressing your breast, then back to pinching.

I begin to work lightly over your clit and work the underside of my tongue across the top. Hopefully it's a different sensation for you as it is much softer. 

My tongue and fingers now playing you like an instrument. Working together to bring you pleasure. To give you climax. I can feel you getting close. Your breathing shortens and your moans become higher pitched and quicker.

I don't stop the attack. I let my fingers zero in on your g-spot and tickle that bundle of nerves ever so gently.

I'm lost in time as I absolutely lose myself in what I am doing. Making you squirm, licking you slowly and then more quickly. Creating a mountainous climb which will hopefully be a mind blowing crescendo for your body. Slow licking then quicker... my tongue could never tire from tasting you. From giving you pleasure. I am working my tongue and fingers together so that something is always being teased.

My face is completely wet from your juices as I stay completely locked on what makes you feel good. I am always looking for the subtle move or tightening that tells me what you like. Your hands are not shy when moving me from one place to another. I can tell you are getting close as you begin the shorter, higher pitched moans and groans. I can tell by the way you are grabbing me just a bit tighter that you are getting close. My tongue attack doesn't slow. I'm encouraged by your noises.

And then, I feel you go completely tense. From head to toe. Even your nipples are harder as you cannot breathe for a long while. Your hips start to spasm. You are moaning loudly Yeses and Oh's. It's a much bigger orgasm than your first.

My tongue and fingers are still engaged. I want to make it last for hours if I could. I feel you tighten around my fingers and then buck your hips. And then tighten. Almost involuntarily.

What an incredible picture. Your body spasming, making blissful erotic noises as you cum. I am now the one smiling on the inside. Happy that your body reacted so well. Glad that you came so hard.

At just the right moment I stop licking. My fingers continue to slowly stroke you. I look up and see your body glistening in the afterglow. You are actually sweating. Your eyes are closed but your mouth is open slightly. You are breathing heavy and your breasts are moving up and down as you breathe.

I stand and lay you up further on the bed. Your body almost limp but hopefully contented.

I lay a gentle kiss on your shoulder and watch you as you breathe. Looking up and down your body. I settle into you, my erection obvious. My arm coming across your mid-section to hug you closely. You turn away from me and we spoon close. My erection finding the perfect spot to rest. Your hand grabbing mine and pulling it up close to your chest.

I can feel you breathing. I can sense how relaxed you are. I kiss your back and shoulders. 



Passion



He held her in his arms, his breathing returning to normal. She could hear his heartbeat slow as she lay with her head on his chest.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"Why on Earth would you think you hurt me?" she replied.

"My ex-wife always told me I was too rough. I try to be gentle."

"No, you didn't hurt me." 

He squeezed her shoulders. "Good. She always said my passion was too much."

She lay next to him, remembering the sex just passed. It was soft, he was gentle, like it was her first time and he was careful not to break her. It frustrated her to think someone would restrict passion. She loved it rough and hard. A thought crossed her mind as they drifted to sleep, "I want to see his passion.."

She woke before him. He lay in the bed, on his back, one arm still around her. Carefully she moved off the bed, determined not to wake him. That thought went through her mind again, she wanted to have some fun..

Walking to his closet she grabbed 2 neck ties. Very delicately she tied each wrist to the bedposts, leaving him tied up and open to her. Kneeling at the foot of the bed she drew back the covers and admired his limp cock. Even in its asleep state it was huge. She remembered how it felt filling her the night before and shivered at the idea of it being rammed into her this morning. The though brought new wetness to her pussy. 

She began stroking it. Light feathery touches up and down the shaft, feeling it grow. As it swelled she placed the head near her mouth. Her warm breath on his cock caused him to stir. He attempted to roll over but the restriction of his hands wouldn't allow it. He woke up. Dazed at first he resisted against his restraints, then he felt the breath again. Looking down he saw her. She was bent over his cock. Her breast hung free under her. He swore he saw a faint glimmer of wetness between her legs.

"Good morning," she purred at him.

"Yes it is," he replied, "What's with the ties?"

"I want to see your passion," she stated.

"No. My passion will hurt you."

"I'll be the judge of that."

"No. I won't do it."

"You won't be able to stop yourself." She emphasized her words with a warm blow over his cock.

He moaned and relaxed onto the bed.

She moved up the bed and hovered, her lips barely touching his, "By the time I'm done, you will want me so bad you can't control yourself." She kissed him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth. As soon as he started to kiss back she withdrew from him. "Not yet.."

Moving down his body she nipped and licked his flesh. Stopping at each nipple, she drew them into her mouth, sucking hard, biting the sensitive flesh. She felt him draw a sudden breath and flinch as her teeth bit down on his nipple. She flicked her tongue over the area and moved on.

Her tongue travelled over his stomach, feeling the muscles underneath the skin. The hair on his body tickling her nose. As she reached his groin she lifted her head from his body. Barely a hairs breath away she moved over his hard cock. By this stage it was fully erect and throbbing. Her pussy gushed at the idea of that hard muscle thrusting into her. She wanted him bad but that was not her plan. She moved on, allowing only her breath to touch him. He gasped at the feeling, holding his breath for the touch, but it never came.

She moved on, her tongue reconnecting with the skin of his inner thigh. So close yet not touching, he began to fight against his ties. She placed her hands on his hips, pushing him into the bed as she drew her head up to look at him.

"Do you want me?" She asked.

"Yes." He breathed.

"How much do you want me?" She moved her body over him, her leg gently brushing his swollen cock.

"I want you bad," he breathed, drawing a sharp breath at the feel of flesh on flesh.

Her mouth was close to his ear, her breasts against his chest. "Not bad enough," she whispered.

She pulled away from him. Her breast dangled in front of his face as she lifted her body. He strained against the ties, lifting his head to lick her nipple. She hovered over him, allowing him to suck a nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed the bud sending electricity through her, and causing her juice to seep from her pussy.

She was wet and she wanted him inside her, but she knew wasn't ready to take her yet.

She knelt beside him, her legs spread slightly giving him a view of her pussy. He could see her lips were swollen. They glistened with her excitement. Leaning back onto an elbow, she moved a hand over her hip. Slowly she slid the hand into her crutch. His breathing quickened at the thought of what she was about to do. His cock twitched with the idea. Her fingers traced the line of her lips, slowly up and down the opening. Using her fingers she opened herself to him. Her pussy was completely visible and soaking wet. Very slowly and deliberately she slid a finger into the opening. 

He watched her finger disappear inside her pussy. Her eyes closed as the sensations filled her. She began to move her finger in and out, the feeling causing her breathing to deepen.

He again fought his restraints. He want to be touching her, holding her, ramming his hard cock into her tight, wet pussy.

She removed her finger, covered in her juices, and ran it over the length of his shaft.

He went crazy. He tried to reach at tie with his mouth wanting to rip it off and get to her. Seeing his passion grow she bend her head and took him into her mouth. The warm wetness of her made him gasped, "I fuckin' want you. Release me!!"

One hand on his cock, she moved up to him.

"Take me as I am," she said, still kneeling next to him.

"I'll take you however I want."

She knew he was ready. Leaning forward she began untying his hands. As soon as one hand was free it was on her body. He grabbed at her arse pulling her down so he could grab a breast with his mouth. He sucked hard, biting her nipple as she had done his. She released his other hand.

He was up before the tie had been removed. Free of constraints he moved in behind her. Holding her hips he aimed his cock at her pussy and thrust forward. He drove deep into her, deeper than he had the night before. His cock slammed against the walls of her pussy. His balls bouncing off her clit.

"Fuck me hard," she growled.

He needed no invitation, he had no control.

Fingers digging into the flesh of her hips he pulled her back onto him. He controlled the movement, pushing her hips forward so his cock would leave her pussy, pulling her back onto him so his cock would be rammed back in. 

The sensations on his muscle were overwhelming. He began moving his hips with the motion, driving his hard cock deeper into her.

She arched her back, pushing back against him to allow him to completely fill her. Juices ran down her leg as they were forced from her pussy with each thrust. 

He ground into her feeling his orgasm grow, not caring if she was close. He quickened the movements. 

Knowing he was close she flexed her pelvic muscles. The action brought her close to climax. 

Her pussy tightened around his shaft. He moaned and began the long, fast strokes that would make him cum.

The change it pace cause his balls to slap harder and faster on her clit. Completely full, she knew she was close.

He was about to cum, as he thrust in one last time he slid a finger into her arse and shot his load into her.

One last thrust, she was so close, she felt his finger drive into her arse and came with the action. She felt his cum shoot into her as her body shook with her orgasm. 

Both stayed in position, his cock in her pussy shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her, her under him, full of cock and his finger, pussy convulsing with the climax.

It took a while for each to return to the bedroom. He pulled out of her allowing their juices to dribble from her pussy. He again took her in his arms.

"That is how I want you to fuck me," she breathed.

"Can do."



Passion - A Long Time Coming



She sat quietly in the breakfast nook sipping her morning coffee, reflecting on the most romantic and thrilling day of her life. It was still difficult to believe that it actually happened; it was more than nine years in the making. But this past Saturday, she had finally made love to, or more accurately, been made love to, by the man of her dreams. 

It all started nine years ago when she was a college freshman, eager to learn and excited about life and what her future held. Dr. Johnson had swept her away from his very first lecture. 

She chuckled to herself, even after making love to him for hours on Saturday, she still thought of him as Dr. Johnson and not Dave. She would have to figure out how to change that image.

When she met him all those years ago, he was a man fifteen years her senior and at the top of his game. He was the head of the Business Administration Department at the University, editor of two peer reviewed journals, listed as one of the fifty giants in his field, and President of the National Association of Scholars and Leadership Professionals. He was the author of eight books, over one-hundred journal articles, and had published and presented countless papers at national and international conferences

In addition to his intellectual might, he was also a physically imposing figure. He stood nearly 6'5" tall, weighed 225 lean, muscular pounds, and had been a leader of men. His father had instilled in him a pride of country and a call to service. He had entered ROTC during college, and upon graduation served a tour in the Army Infantry as an officer in the elite 82nd Airborne Division. He had the battle scars and awards as testaments to his mettle. Twice he had been wounded in combat, and he was one of a handful of men to receive the Silver Star for valor and gallantry in action against the enemy. 

He only taught one undergraduate class a year, Ethics in Leadership, and she knew after his first lecture what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. She wanted to become a tenured professor earning the same level of respect and admiration that she had for him. As the semester went on, she built up the courage to ask him to be her mentor. She thought it would be a simple 'yes' or 'no' response, but found out otherwise. Dr. Johnson asked to meet with her several times to talk about her goals and future, and to discuss what hardships and sacrifices she would have to undertake if she selected the career path she was considering. 

After those meetings he agreed to acknowledge her as his protégé, and skillfully guided her development and growth over the next several years. He took on the role of her academic advisor, ensuring she was enrolled in all the right classes and sections, making certain she was exposed to, and taught by the best and brightest professors and lecturers the University had to offer. He saw to it that she had access to the latest research in her field of study and pushed her hard to study and write. By the time she finished her undergraduate degree she had co-authored several articles in peer reviewed journals and was the lead author on two. 

He guided her skillfully through her Master's Program, again making sure she met all the right people, belonged to all the right groups, and was accepted into the inner circles of all the right organizations and clubs. He taught her the art of research and the best techniques for getting her writings published, a skill essential to a career as a college professor. 

When it came time to work on her PhD, he was there by her side. He carefully helped her select her committee chair, members, and research topic. Again, he ensured she was enrolled in the proper courses with the best and brightest professors. Even though she was swamped with school work, he continued to push her to publish. During her Master's and PhD programs, she had seven more articles published and was the lead author on each. Even before the defense of her dissertation he lined up the right interviews with the right people that landed her the job of her dreams, a tenured track professor in the Department of Leadership and Management at an internationally renowned university.

She had tried to seduce him shortly after they agreed to work together. She had lusted for him and the pressure of her desires became so powerful that she couldn't resist. He would have none of it. He told her they were in a special relationship, mentor/protégé, and he could not break the sacred bond inherent in that trust. He explained the reasons in such a gentle and caring manner that it did not anger her, but made her desire and love him even more, while at the same time instilling in her the level of professionalism and commitment he possessed. She could want him secretly (which she did for the next several years), but knew she could never pursue him actively.

His influence in her life and professional career did not stop with her acceptance of the tenured track position. He worked with her, and behind the scenes he made certain she was involved in cutting edge research and published frequently in the top journals. He arranged it so that she was invited to the most important conferences and symposiums and that she always had a paper ready to present. 

Three weeks ago their goals had become reality. She was accepted as the youngest ever tenured professor at her University and invited to give the key-note presentation at the national conference of leadership professionals.

It was at that conference their professional relationship ended, and a new relationship began. She remembered clearly the two of them sitting in a quite booth in the corner of the hotel restaurant, toasting the success of her presentation. 

She had poignantly engaged the audience of nearly two-thousand peers, and held their undivided attention as she presented the findings of her latest research. During the follow-on question and answer period she skillfully managed the back and forth discussion of their critical critiques with a masterful display of point and counter point arguments. She left the stage basking in the glow of a standing ovation, with Dr. Johnson, approvingly watching off to one side. 

He invited her for drinks afterwards, and it was there that their professional relationship ended and a new relationship began. Sitting in a private booth, he told her how proud he was of her and how far she had come. She would never forget his final words on the subject:

"Ashley, our work is done; you are no longer my protégé but my equal and peer."

Hearing those words swelled her with pride and brought tears of joy to her eyes. She moved over and gave him a huge hug of thanks, and in that moment the old passions resurfaced, and she sensed for the first time they were alive and active in him as well. During the remainder of the evening they talked and let it be known that they had both fallen in love, and desired each other many years ago, but it was a love they had denied because of the sanctity of the professional bond and relationship between them. 

She tried again to seduce him, as she had nearly a decade before. She attempted to convince him to come back to her room and spend the night, but he would have none of it, at least not under those circumstances. He explained to her that he wanted their first night together to be a night they would treasure and remember forever, and not a night of wild passion, basking in the afterglow of her professional unveiling and the alcohol they had consumed. 

She had reluctantly agreed, only after he promised to establish a date in the very near future for their romantic rendezvous. That meeting had happened this past Saturday, and it was as romantic and endearing as David had promised it would be.

Like his guidance of her professional career, he had planned everything in exquisite detail, yet as they went through the day it seemed so relaxed and natural. He took her to the mountains around Berkeley Springs, WV, and the time they spent together was the things that dreams are made of. 

It was a beautiful autumn day as they drove out to the country. The early morning and afternoon were filled with a long walk in the woods, including a picnic lunch at a lush forest meadow. The air was fresh and clean, the leaves just beginning to change colors on the trees. The sounds of birds chirping, floated on the breeze, and it seemed as if they were the only two in the woods. As she thought back on the day she realized that David was a master of romance, gently holding her hand, lightly touching the small of her back as he helped her over or around a fallen log, quietly picking a twig out of her hair as they walked along slowly, talking about nothing and everything. 

The picnic lunch included a sampling of the local cuisine and a deliciously delightful bottle of wine. Afterwards, he saw her twisting her ankles and she told him her calves were a little tight from the hike. He walked her down to a small brook flowing through the meadow, perhaps only two feet wide at its narrowest. He laid down a blanket on the grass at the edge of the brook, sat on the other side, and then removed her shoes and socks. He rolled her pant legs up, almost to her knees, and then lowered her feet into the cold, clear water and began to soothingly wash and massage her tired feet in the cold, clear water. It was an experience she had never imagined, felt, or would ever forget for the rest of her life. Although the water was almost icy cold, the massage and gentleness of his hands on her feet and calves engulfed her in waves of pleasure and affection. She lay back, felt the warmth of the sun on her face, and allowed the soft sounds of the chirping birds, wind gently blowing through the trees, and the gurgling of the brook wash over her as the water washed over her feet. The sounds and sensations carried her to a paradise she had never known. 

She didn't know how long she was gone, but at some point she felt David drying her feet and putting her socks and shoes back on. As she stirred, he looked down at her and asked how she felt. 

"Marvelous" was the only response she could muster. He smiled gently, bent over and kissed her, and then helped her to her feet as they started the long walk back to the car. The movement was so natural that she didn't realize until much later that that was the first kiss they had ever shared. She also didn't know that the picnic and massage were only the beginning of the pampering of her body and spirit that day.

When they got back to the car she had told him she was a little stiff and would love another massage and soak in the stream. He had chuckled and said "I have something better planned." They drove over to the Berkeley Springs State Park where he had made reservations for them to spend time in the mineral springs and spa. At first she was a little nervous about going to the spa together because she hadn't packed a bathing suit, but he explained to her that the bath and massage would be private. This was a state park and they didn't allow people of the same gender together in the Roman Baths or massage rooms. He told her that the state managed the spring because of its historical and cultural importance. Native American's had been basking in the mineral springs centuries before the Europeans arrived, and prior to the Revolutionary War, George Washington had spent a month here with his ailing brother; in hopes that the springs mineral waters would revitalize his spirits. 

The Roman Bath was luxurious and unlike anything she had expected. Instead of a whirlpool or Jacuzzi, each bath was a huge 750 gallon ceramic tile, walk-in private tub. There was room to stretch out, relax, and enjoy the atmosphere. The water was poured fresh for each guest and heated to a relaxing 102 degrees. She had stripped off her clothes, taken a cool shower, and spent a relaxing 15 minutes in the warm waters, basking in the glow of its tranquility and significance. 

After leaving the warm waters she was shown to a private room and treated to a 60 minute Swedish-style full-body rub down with massage oil composed of a mixture of pure olive oil and lavender. As she lay there being expertly pampered by the masseuse, she could only wonder what else David had planned for the evening. If this was the appetizer, the main meal simply must be exquisite. 

They drove about thirty minutes out of town to a beautiful chalet in the hills. She asked if it was his and he said no. It belonged to one of the Chief Financial Officers he'd worked with in a multi-national corporation a few years back. The guy was almost never there and told David he could use it any time he liked. The home was immaculate and a staff of three people came every day, whether anyone was there or not, to clean and maintain the place.

She couldn't recall many details about the chalet as they had arrived just after dark. Her next memory was a thought of her lying on top of him kissing, their soft skin lightly pressing together. They had gently and romantically disrobed each other moments before, leaving only her lace bra and silk panties, and his boxers between them. The moment she had ached for those nine long years ago had finally arrived. 

The setting was absolutely perfect and she couldn't imagine any place in the world that could be more romantic. The master bedroom was immaculate and designed for just such an evening. The room itself must have been twenty-five by twenty feet in size and the crowing piece of furniture was a huge Victorian style bed. The sheets were the softest and smoothest she had ever felt, and for her comfort, there were at least a dozen pillows of all different sizes at the head. 

The floor was made of a cool to the touch pink stone, and the walls were tastefully covered with several paintings of sensual, erotic art, not cheap and cheesy, but elegant and expensive. As she gazed over at the sitting table, she could make out the shape of the flower vase and the bottle of champagne they had been drinking moments before. She also knew that somewhere on the table was a bowl of fresh strawberries and cream, but she couldn't make them out in the dim light. 

On the mantel above the fireplace, several musk and lavender scented candles were softly burning, filling the room with an exhilarating aroma that heightened her senses. As she looked past the fireplace, she could see through the sheer curtains adorning the large French doors that were open to the terrace beyond. The curtains were gently blowing in the cool night breeze, and far below she could see the brightness of the moon reflecting off the calm waters of the lake. In the distance she could hear the faint calling of two owls, but other than that, there was total silence for miles around. 

They embraced romantically for a long while, gently kissing, holding each other, and letting their passions mount. At some point she felt him reach up and tenderly unfasten the back of her bra, lovingly pulling the straps off her shoulders and sliding it out from between them. The motion and feeling of the fabric moving across her nipples took her breath away.

Her breasts were super sensitive, and she knew from touching herself in the past that they were the windows to her passion and soul. She prayed that he would realize this and treat them with the love and adoration that she desired. The two of them lay there for a few more minutes kissing, her breasts gently brushing against the hair on his chest, driving her to new heights of desire, and then he gently rolled her over on to her back. 

He braced himself on his forearms, not putting any pressure or weight on her, and began to softly kiss and run his tongue along her neck and lightly nibbling on her ears. Slowly he moved his mouth down over her shoulder and over her breasts. Somehow he sensed how important her breasts where to her excitement and he spent an untold amount of time gently caressing, licking, kissing, and softly sucking on them. Waves of pleasure washed over her body as he continued his exploration. Her passion mounted, a tension began to build inside of her and he had an amazing ability to take her right to the edge, and then keep her there for a gloriously long time without pushing her over. The excitement and exhilaration were beyond description, hovering there, ready to burst, but not being allowed over the edge.

As the sensations from his attention to her breasts washed over her body she lost herself in the ambiance of the moment. The aroma of the musk and lavender penetrated her soul, the softness of the sheets and comfort of the pillows surrounded her, the gently breeze and quite of the night draped over her like a loving touch and she drifted off to a heavenly escape she had only imagined was possible in her dreams. 

She wasn't sure how long she was in this blissful state, but at some point she felt him moving lower, away from her breasts, and she felt another fire in her soul that she had never felt before. As she rolled her head and glanced around the room she could see the candles were visibly shorter and the reflection of the moon on the surface of the lake had shifted. She had lost all track and sense of time, but he must have caressed her breasts for a very long time.

As he moved down between her legs she gently lifted her hips and felt him peel her soaked, silk panties off her body and over her feet. He positioned himself between her thighs, reached his long arms up under her legs and around her so that he could gently squeeze her nipples. He told her how beautiful and sensual she was, how intoxicating she smelled, and how absolutely crazy this was driving him. He let her know that he absolutely loved what he was about to do, and asked her to let everything go and release herself as many times as she could. 

She relaxed completely, pulled the pillows all around her, and gave in to his tenderness. As he pressed his hot tongue and lips between her legs she let out a long, low moan and surrendered totally. Again she drifted off into that intoxicating place, only it was very different. At times it was peaceful, soothing, and relaxing, like when she was having her feet washed at the lake, but that peace didn't last. It transformed, gradually building to a crescendo, pushing her to the precipice, and then plunging her over the edge in an explosion of emotions, physical sensation, and desires. He was also a master at this, and she lost all sense of where she was or how many times he made her cum.

After what must have been an eternity, he let her slide off his lips and he moved up next to her, softly yet passionately kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips and it aroused her to new heights. He effortlessly wrapped his arm around her back and rolled her over on top of him. As he softly massaged her lower back with his hands he tenderly kissed her neck, cheeks, and eyes. He stayed away from her mouth until her breathing returned to near normal, and only then did he begin to sensually kiss her lips, and softly run his tongue in to her mouth.

Once she had recovered her strength, she lifted her hips above him and he reached down and held the base of his shaft as she slid over him and down. She made love to him slowly, pulling almost all the way off, so only the head was still inside, and then sliding all the way back down until she completely consumed him again. After several minutes of this her passion began to mount and she started taking shorter strokes. She could no longer kiss, but had her head buried in his shoulder, her breathing again labored, her hands on his chest, softly digging her nails into his flesh each time her hips went down on him. Her passion was mounting, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to get over the edge this time, something was missing but she didn't know what. 

Moments later he put his hands firmly on her shoulders and pushed her up into a sitting position. She ground her hips into him more intently, and when he sat up, squeezed her one breast in his hand, and sucked the nipple and other breast into his mouth, she let out a wild moan and shuddered uncontrollably for several intense moments, coming harder and more passionately than she had ever cum in her life - while feeling him explode deep inside her. She didn't know how he knew her breast were the key to her final and strongest release, she only knew that he knew and loved him all the more for it.




Passion - A Long Time Coming



The waves of pleasure washed over her more intensely than ever before, and after many moments she collapsed on his chest in an exhausted heap. As she tried to regain her breath he used one hand to stroke her hair, his other to move lovingly over her back. He told her how long he had dreamed of this day and how wonderfully glorious it had been. 

As she lay there totally spent, she glanced at the mantel and saw the candles were out. As she looked past and through the curtains she could see the moon was gone, replaced by the darkness of the night. She closed her eyes again, felt the gentleness of his hands softly rubbing her back, the strength of his chest rising and falling under her weight, and sighed one last time before drifting off to the most peaceful sleep she had ever known.

In the morning they had bathed together, made love, and then he drove her home, promising they would meet for another romantic rendezvous again soon.



Passion After a Long Day



Paige calls her husband at work to let him know she is going home early from work and that if he needs her to call her at home. Quincy asked her what's wrong and does she want him there. Paige tells him no and that it has just been a stressful day. 

Finally at home, sitting in her antique claw foot tub full of hot steaming water and her, she puffs on her hookah. Paige relaxes her stressful day away puffing on the finest smoke. She has her huge windows in the bathroom open enjoying the smell of the rain and the beauty of outside. 

Twisting a washcloth, Paige places it over her face and relaxes. As she lounges in the tub Quincy quietly walks through the front door making especially sure the keys don't make a sound. He pops open some wine and pours two glasses. Quincy heads towards the bathroom. He passes through their wardrobe room, he stops and undresses. He can see Paige but she doesn't even notice he is there. Slipping into the water he startles her. She removes the cloth quickly to see who is there. A look of shock on her face at first, the she suddenly smiles seeing him getting into the tub and handing her a glass of wine. 

Quincy and Paige both sip their glasses of wine while they listen to the rain as it starts again. Quincy removes the glass from Paige's hand and directs her to sit between his legs. He takes the sponge and begins to wash her, taking his lips and kissing her lightly. Paige relaxes more in-between his legs and arms. Soon Quincy puts down the sponge and begins kissing her shoulders, paying especially close attention to her sweet neck. 

Reaching behind her, she grabs his head running her fingers through his hair, making her neck more available to his luscious lips. Paige can feel him growing in the water. Removing her hands from his head she takes Quincy's hands and guides them over her entire body. Paige quickly moves to the other side of the tub guiding Quincy to follow her. With him in-between her legs she wraps them around his waist, not letting him enter her just yet. 

She devours his lips running her hands all over him. Quincy keeps trying to enter her and she dodges his movements. Paige wants Quincy badly but wants passion to build. Feeling the passion from Paige's kiss Quincy embraces her returning her kiss with the same amount of passion causing them to slip momentarily under water lip locked. Rising up from the water gasping for air Quincy enters her in one seductive motion. Quincy leans down and takes her nipple in his mouth as he just stays inside her motionless driving her wild. 

Paige begs Quincy to get out of the bathtub and take this to the couch in the wardrobe room. He follows behind her as she gets out the bathtub with his rock hard cock. She sits down on the red plush couch and guides his cock in her mouth. Paige sucks his cock taking him completely in her mouth trying to swallow him whole, wrapping her hands around his ass. Enjoying the warmth of her mouth he doesn't want it to end but he must feel the warmth of her wet pussy. 

Kissing his wife on her forehead passionately, pulling his dripping cock out of her mouth he lays her back on the couch wrapping his arms around her legs and taking her hard clit in his mouth. He circles her clit with his tongue gently opening his mouth wide taking her entire pussy in his mouth. Slowly closing his mouth he sucks her clit as if it were a little cock hard and erect. Quincy reaches his hands up and begins teasing her nipples as he sticks his tongue in her whole tasting her sweet juices. 

Paige begins to breathe heavy and Quincy knows that sound all to well. He begins to make love to her pussy with his mouth as her legs begin to close tighter around his head. As he sticks his tongue deeper inside her slurping up her juices, Paige says in a whisper that she is about to cum. Thrusting her hips ever so fast against his mouth she lets out a groan and cums covering Quincy's face. He drinks every bit of sweet juice that finds its way out of her. 

Quincy pulls her down on the couch and glides inside of her. In slow deep motions he finds that each deep movement in and out so intense. He looks down and sees her juices on his rock hard cock. Positioning Paige's legs on his shoulder he is able to go deeper and hear her gasp for breath. She is begging Quincy to go faster and harder but he wants her to beg for it a little while longer and begins playing with her clit. He begins to feel her wet velvet pussy close around his cock. He knows she is about to cum again and he pulls out. 

He flips her over and getting her on her hands and knees, spreading her pussy lips he plunges in deep. Torturing Paige with slow long deep strokes, Quincy leans forward and begins playing with her nipples. She can't handle it much longer and begins working her hips and throwing her pussy against his hard cock and squeezing. Quincy lets out a deep moan and starts to fuck her faster and harder while playing with her asshole. Holding on to the edge of the couch, gripping it trying to take all that she can Paige feels him grow. Starting to pick up rhythm he is ready to release, feeling Paige squeeze his cock with her tight warm pussy, moving faster against him, she is about to cum. Paige gushes her juices all over his cock and in the same movement Quincy releases his cream completely inside her. Collapsing on top of her he can feel her legs shake before she lays flat on the bed. Flipping over on their backs looking up, Paige suddenly straddles Quincy and whispers in his ear, let me tie you up. 



Passion: Amazing Race 6



Disclaimer: I do not own Amazing Race, CBS does, nor any of the people from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"We have got enough money to stay in a hotel for tonight, what do you say Jon?" asked Kris. 

"Yeah ok, and it will be nice to have a hot shower too," said Jon. After paying for their room for the night they went to the elevators. Jon placed his hands on her hips and kissed and bit at her neck. 

"Mmmm Jon, stop that, not here," said Kris. 

He grinned at her and pushed a hand into her pants and stroked her thigh creeping closer to her heating clit. Gently teasing her neck with his tongue, she moaned softly a soft ping announced the elevator opening at the level they were to get off at. 

"This way babe," said Jon as he led her to their room. Entering the room he removed the pack he was carrying and set it against the door. He kissed her and then removed the pack from her back.

"Jon, I'm dirty let me take a shower first," said Kris. 

"I'll make you clean," growled Jon darkly as he pushed her down into an armchair. He grinned at her then thrust his tongue into her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer. 

'I wonder what's gotten Jon so horny, I'll just have to enjoy it,' thought Kris. 

Jon put his hands up her chest and then pushed up the thin shirt. Jon pulled out of Kris' embrace and pulled off her shirt and then reached behind her and un-clasped her bra, pulling it away he bent over her and began to slowly tease her nipples with just his tongue while using his fingers to trail light lines around her waist making her shiver. 

"Ohhh... Jon you're driving me crazy," moaned Kris as Jon kept up the gentle stimulation of her nipples and waistline.

She bucked in surprise when Jon slipped a finger inside the band of her pants. He continued to lightly lick her nipples while he pulled down her pants. Kris wrapped her hands around his back and moaned when he pulled off her panties and lowered his mouth over her nipple and began to tease the hard bud with his tongue and mouth. 

She cried out when Jon began stimulating the exterior of her wet pussy. After thoroughly teasing her nipple he moved to the other neglected nipple and began to suck and lick all around the nipple while not touching it, exhaling onto her sensitised skin making goosebumps pucker on her skin as the warmth caresses her. 

He pushed a finger into her folds experimentally and was rewarded with a shriek. "Oh god Jon you're torturing me so much," moaned Kris. 

"You love it thought don't you?" asked Jon as he lifted his head from her breast. All he got in response was a moan as he began to lick around the edges of her pussy.

Kris put her hands into Jon's hair as he probed her entrance with his tongue. "You taste so sweet, babe," growled Jon. 

"Well you will taste sweeter, after I'm done with you, payback is a bitch," purred Kris as she reached down and groped his toned arse. 

"I'm not done with you just yet," said Jon and he plunged his tongue into her depths and made her scream out in pleasure, as he pushed two fingers in with his tongue. Stimulating her until she was ready to burst he pulled completely away from her just as she was about to come. 

'Oh I am so going to get payback for that stunt, he's going to wish he never played with me like this,' thought Kris. 

"We cooled off yet?" smirked Jon. 

Kris pulled a face and said "Don't do that again!" He pushed his face back into her very wet pussy he began to lightly and slowly trace the outer folds of entrance with his tongue and used feather light touches with a finger on the opposite side, leaving Kris squirming in tortuous pleasure as she fisted her hands in his hair.

He lifted his mouth up and blew gentle streams of warm air stimulating her already over sensitised skin moaning incoherently as she tried to press his head into her aching pussy. 

"Jonnnn, stop torturing me pleaseeee" begged Kris. 

Jon responded by thrusting his tongue into her folds and making her scream out pleasure. He pushed two fingers inside and started to massage her inner walls while he ran his tongue around the outside of her opening. 

Gripping Jon's short hair tightly she began to thrust herself into his face, Jon began blowing hot air inside of her channel while continuing to stimulate her walls with his fingers. Only after a short while longer Kris pushed Jon's head into her pussy and came like an erupting volcano.

After Kris had got her breath back, she trailed her hand down Jon's chest and groped at his hardness through his jeans and said sexily "That was totally incredible, I'm going to have to pay you back now."

She pushed him off her and grabbed his hand, leading him toward the bedroom she then pulled him into a steamy kiss, pushing him on to the bed she pushed up his shirt and traced the muscular ridges in his stomach. 

'Oh jeez maybe I shouldn't have teased her so much, I'm so going to get it now,' thought Jon as Kris lowered her mouth to his abs and licked across the ridges of his stomach. While her tongue was busy with his abs, she pushed his shirt up further and began massaging his chest and pecs, occasionally reaching up to rub his hardening nipples. 

She straddled his hips grinding his erection and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it off the bed. She placed both her hands on his chest and pushed him down. She plunged her mouth into his, her tongue duelling with his while she attacked his belt with her hands. 

Once she got the belt undone she removed it and teasingly trailed the belt over his chest taking special care to continually gently rub his nipples with the leather.

Jon moaned into her mouth when Kris pushed a hand into his pants and stroked his erection through his boxers. 'Teasing him is going to be so much fun he's already really horny,' thought Kris. 

Kris broke the kiss and caught her breath while continuing to tease him through his boxers. She trailed her tongue from his lips to his ear and licked the outer shell of his ear making him writhe in pleasure under her. She licked the skin behind his ear and grazed him with her teeth. "Ohhh Kris..." moaned Jon. 

"What's that babe?" asked Kris, as she moved down and started licking at his nipples, while one hand massaged his stomach and the other played with his pants button. 

Getting his pants open she slowly pulled down the zip teasing his hardness through his boxers. She surprised him and made him jump in surprise when she pushed a hand into his boxers and grabbed his straining cock.

"Krisss.. you're driving me crazy here," hissed Jon in pleasure. 

"That's the whole idea babe, I deserve a little revenge after that stunt you pulled," smirked Kris. 

As she pulled him into a steamy kiss. She began trailing her fingers lightly up and down his hard shaft, making him shudder in absolute pleasure. She pulled her hand out and then straddled his cloth covered erection and while grinding her hips against him, she kissed him hard and then began to trail her tongue from his lips down his neck. 

Tracing the ridges of his muscles she made sure to give extra attention to his nipples while she continued to grind her hips into his making him almost cry out. Once she had finished tracing the muscles of his chest she moved down to his stomach and began tracing the ridges of his abdominal muscles making him writhe and groan in pleasure as she continued to torture his rock hardness.

Once she finished with teasing his abdominal muscles, she licked at the brown hair trail that disappeared underneath the band of his boxers. Hooking her fingers under the band of his boxers, she slid them down until they were exposing his pubic hair. She leaned over this and teased and licked at the exposed skin and hair. "Oh, god please Kris!" begged Jon. She grinned at this and said 

"What do you want Jon? You can tell me," She trailed her fingers across the top of his boxers. 

"Oh suck me please Kris, I can't take it anymore," moaned Jon.

Grinning even more at this comment, she said "I might do that, it's just too fun teasing you," said Kris. 

Jon put his head back into the pillows and moaned. She decided to have a little mercy on him and pulled his boxers down to his ankles, where she pulled off his shoes and socks so she could remove his pants and boxers completely.

So observed his sweaty muscular heaving body with great excitement, 'God it feels great to have so much power over his body, but I'll have to end it soon or he'll pay me back big time,' thought Kris. 

She trailed her hands up his muscular thighs and lowered her mouth down, she licked at the weeping head of his hard straining organ. 

With more louder groaning, Jon panted "You're killing me here Kris!" 

She moved one of her hands down to fondle his balls gently massaging them, while she tortured the head with her tongue slowly swiping it around the edge. She moved her other hand to the base of his hardness and began to slowly stroke him. 

As the strength of his groans increased the more forcefully she moved when he began to yell out in pleasure she backed off before he could get his release. 

With a disbelieving look from him, Kris said "Well it looks like you've cooled off enough," taunted Kris as she smirked evilly.

She grabbed his hardness and pushed her mouth all the way down making him yell out in shock and pure pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Kris...!" shouted Jon. 

She swiped her tongue up and down his shaft, making him writhe under her while he buried his hands in her hair. He bent his head back and let out a loud shout as his back arched, in the pure torturous pleasure Kris was giving him, but not enough to give him the release he needed.

"Fuck Kris! Please stop torturing me!" begged Jon. 

Kris responded by blowing hot air onto him, while she increased the pressure. She kept on increasing the pressure of her massaging of his balls and the licking and sucking of his shaft and head until he finally exploded in her mouth. 

Loving the sounds he made as he came in her mouth she swallowed his hot fluid, as it came out until she had cleaned off his now flaccid dick. After pulling away from him she kissed him and embraced him tightly.

"That was amazing Kris," panted Jon. 

Slowly wiping the sweat off his chest she said "I've never heard you swear like that before, it's great to know I had such an effect on you my sexy tiger, also I had fun teasing you to Jon, vengeance is sweet." 

"I know it is," panted Jon. 

After regaining his breath Jon pulled Kris to him and rolled them over pinning him on top of her. 

Kris groaned when she felt him hardening against her already. 

"You're already ready for another go Jon? That was quick" grinned Kris. 

Jon grinned back at her and pulled her into a kiss, while his hands moved to her chest and began massaging her nipples and breasts. Kris broke the kiss and moved her mouth to his neck and clamped her mouth over his neck and gave him a love bite. 

"Ahhh, Krisss not so hard," moaned Jon. 

"Sorry babe," said Kris as she traced her tongue over the marks she left on his neck. 

Kris wrapped her arms around his back and looped her legs around his, pulling him inside of her making them both groan in pleasure.

"I'm controlling this," said Jon as he only slowly pushed himself inside of her. 

While Kris tried to grind against him Jon pushed his hands against her shoulders and put his weight into his waist stoping her from moving, only slightly moving his hips. 

Allowing for the slow build up of pressure Jon began pulling himself out further creating extra friction as he grinded his hips into hers as he slowly moved inside of her. 

"Ohhhh.. Jon that's so goood, faster baby," moaned Kris. 

Jon smirked at her and shook his head. "I'm going to draw this out as long as possible, and your going to lay there and enjoy it," growled Jon huskily. 

Kris tightened her hold on his back and kissed him hard while trying to grind her hips against him. Grinding himself against her and slowly dragging himself in and out of her, he was rewarded by the sounds of her pleasure. She dug her fingernails into his back as he increased the pace of his movements inside of her. 

He pulled himself out of her completely, then plunged himself all the way in making himself growl and her shriek in shock and pure pleasure. After only a little more further grinding Kris' walls tightened around his hardness, as she came the pleasure burning through her senses as she threw her head back and screamed out his name. 

All through her burning orgasm, Jon kept up the steady grinding and pressure inside of her, slowly driving himself crazy with need. 

'I just need to drive him over the edge, he's been so unbelievable tonight,' thought Kris. 

She began to thrust her hips up to his and grinded against him while he pushed into her, "Ohh, Kris that feels good baby," moaned Jon. 

Kissing him hard on the mouth she put her hands over his shoulders and flipped him on his back and straddled him. 

"I run the show now babe," said Kris as she started grinding into him ferociously. 

He bucked his hips up into hers as his control broke, amidst their moans Kris pulled on Jon's shoulders, pressing him to her as she pounded onto him with raging desire and need. 

Jon gripped her face and pulled her into a steamy passionate kiss, as he grinded his hips into her frantically pounding ones. Moaning into the kiss Kris' walls began to clench around Jon's bucking hardness. 

Kris screamed into his mouth as she came dragging Jon along in the torrents of her pleasure. Milking him of his hot fluids and his growls of pleasure, she grinded her hips on his as she drained him. Collapsing against Jon, Kris slid off his sweat slicked body. 

After a length of heavy panting Jon turned to her and said "So you wanted to take a shower?" 

Kris looked at him in amazement, "You are so completely insatiable tonight what's gotten into you?" asked Kris. 

"Nothing babe, just you," said Jon as he slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom, after admiring the behind view for awhile Jon turned around and said "You coming babe?" 



Passion and Control



She is in the bathroom, shedding her clothes like unwanted skin, reveling at the sight in the mirror. She is beautiful and she knows it, but she does not let it affect her attitude. She loves looking at herself, feeling herself while looking. With a sigh, finally her panties on the floor, she steps towards the shower. Turning on the water, she tests its temperature and makes adjustments.

With a smile, she walks out of the bathroom, to the bedroom and begin laying out the clothes she wish to wear. She is naked and she feels free and content. It is with a small frown that she pulls out her nightclothes. She hears a sound, soft and barely noticed.

The kids are gone with her parents and she is alone. She leaves the bedroom to check on the front door. She notices that it is not locked and so she rectifies that, looking around and noticing that nothing seems out of place. Just a noise, she thinks, nothing wrong. She returns to the bedroom and take off her earrings and her watch, placing them on the dresser.

Now, returning to the bathroom, she walks in and the steam fills the space of her bathroom. She wipes the mirror, looks again with a smile, and waves the steam towards her in an invitation to caress her body. Stepping into the shower, she is met with the sting of hot water hitting her skin; sending pulses throughout her body.

Her breath quickens at the delight and she begin to rub her shower gel all over, hesitation in certain places as she touch herself and captures the warmth of the water and the coolness of the gel. Her arousal begins quickly, that combination of hot and cold streaking through her senses, the constant bombardment of water hitting her skin and then falling down in its path like the smooth caress of a thousand tiny fingers.

She touches herself there and feels wetness that was not caused by any water from the shower. Her excitement grows as she begins to massage between her legs; moving her fingers across her skin, pressing down in certain places that bring pleasure to her mind. Her body begins to quiver, the motion of her massage quickens and then she hears a crash!

She stops suddenly, her body still quivering from the anticipation of her knowing touch. Her mind struggles to rise above the moment of ecstasy that she was bringing to herself, filled by instant fear. Grabbing a towel, she wraps it around herself and walk to the door, touching it and putting her ear close.

She stands there for what seems to be an eternity, hearing nothing. Hesitantly, she reaches for the doorknob and slowly opens the door. There is no one there, she swing the door wide and look down the hallway. Putting one foot in front of the other, She begin to traverse the hallway, tense, ready to spring back to the safety of the bathroom and its lockable door.

She reach the living room, quickly she check the front door. It is completely locked. As she turns her head, she notices the curtains swaying. With a sigh, she walks towards the open window, noticing that the wind has picked up and she sees a vase lying on the floor, broken.

She emits a laugh, startling herself at its sound and blushing in embarrassment at her fear. With a smirk, she returns to the bathroom, dropping the towel on the floor. As she returns to the shower, a shape moves behind her, quietly. Silent in its purpose he watches her enter the shower and moves forward.

As she turns beneath the still hot water, her eyes grow wide as the man rushes towards her. He is naked. Oddly, she notices his clothes lying on the floor on top of hers. She wonders why she did not notice before. All of this happening so fast, the thoughts a blur as the man grabs her and pushes her fully into the shower and steps in.

He turns her around to face the wall and roughly inserts himself into her. Her previous excitement still having left herself wet enough that his assault and entry is completed with ease and he begins to push into her while raising her arms to the wall and forcing them to stay there.

Realizing he is too strong, she tries to block it out of her mind. She struggles to close her mind and let him finish his business; maybe he will not hurt her. As the water continues it is pounding on her skin and her senses, the man continues to move within her, caressing her inside as his hands caresses her on the outside.

No longer does it feel rough. Her body reacts and writhes to the motion. She is no longer a victim but a willing participant. She shifts into him, giving him deeper access and a moan escapes her lips. Quickening, the man begins to increase his rhythm and force. He begins pounding into her hard and she bend towards the wall, pushing into him even more and allowing her body the full sensation of his movements. 

Her breath becomes raspy and hard, it begins to increase in volume as the water still caresses her and this man begins to create satisfaction within her. Every fiber of her being is focused on the rhythm of his caressing and his shaft within She. She groans in ecstasy as she feels him tensing, knowing that he is about to climax.

Pushing away from the wall, she breaks contact with him as his shaft is removed by her quick turn, the wetness within She lubricating its exit. She falls to her knees and grabs his manhood. Squeezing it, she stops his climax and feels it soften. She inserts his penis into her mouth and begins to suck on it, rolling her tongue across the shaft. She licks his head, encircling it with her tongue and feels him harden again. With a smile, she stands up and faces him. Looking into his eyes, she laughs.

"Hi Baby, what took you so long?"

With a chuckle, he picks her up and places her back against the wall so that the water from the showerhead falls between them. He enters her again and the sensation of the water trying to separate her from him quickens her pulse. The water becomes a jealous lover, wanting to end this union. It pounds upon the hood of her clitoris as he moves inside her, rubbing the soft tissue within. Faster he moves within her, the moans escaping loudly from her lips. She feels her body tense and quiver in expectation.

She starts crying out moans and sighs. Ecstasy formed into sounds that come from deep within her. She begin to come, the wetness falling onto his shaft, still moving in its motion, it does not stop. It begins to leak, spreading over the joint her two bodies have created. Her cries have aroused him completely and she feels him tense again, knowing that this time, they will climax together, she gives herself fully to the endeavor. Their two hearts beat as one and her breath finds a synchronicity, a duet of love and lust.

They are one and the climax builds as one; the Chinese torture of the water pounding between their two bodies increases the pulsing racing across her skin. Every nerve is alive and the air crackles with energy as she cries out and he comes within her, lurching as his juices flow into her body and mixes with her wetness. For a little while, he still moves within her, the motion only interrupted by the occasional seizure of ecstasy, as his body quivers and shakes.

Finally, he drops to his knees and She follow. The water no longer a torturous device adding to her love making, but a warm, welcome, cleansing force that comforts her as she wrap her arms around him. Kissing her he says, "Maybe we should do this more often."

"I love you. We can try as often as you wish, until you get it right." He laughs loud, not taking offense and knowing that no matter how well he has satisfied her, She will always tease him as if he did not.



Passion and devotion



I escort you into the bathroom and assist in removing your clothes. I slowly and attentively rub every part of your body as I part you from your attire. Once you are naked, I then remove my clothes. I move into the warm tub and guide you with me. I sit down and follow between my legs. As you lay back against my chest I begin to run the warm water over your body. You begin to relax as I lather some soap up and gently wash your delicate skin. By the time I move ever so slowly down your arms and shoulders your body begins to melt. I am taken as I cup your breast in my hands and see the soap bubbles begin to slowly fall to their sides. 

Your body is nearly limp as I reach over you and rub my soapy hand down your stomach. You take my hint and raise your leg for me to reach. By this point you move down to were you are nearly laying in my lap. With your leg in the air, I reach out with both hands and lather your entire leg. Little moans emulate from you as my hands wrap around your leg and move ever so slowly down and brush against your tender love. I follow this by repeating the procedure to the other leg. 

I then focus on reaching down in to the water and compassionately massage you love. In your expectancy your legs open with exhilaration. I only lightly glide my fingers around your lips and clit, never applying too much force, just enough to excite you more. After removing my hand, I slowly sashay my hands up your torso and once again cup your beautiful breast. I then move you over so I can get out. I lean over before leaving the room and kiss your soft warm lips. 

In the room was a package I suggested you to get. I let you know I would be in the front room when you are ready. I waited patiently for nearly 30 minutes, then you came in. 

You walked into the open room, dressed in a negligée and glamorized from head to toe. Your beauty was and as always beyond belief. You walk in as if on a cloud, gracefully gliding through the entrance. Flowing from your body was a long sheer dressing gown. The negligée you wore was off white in color and mostly sheer. It had high cuts on the side exposing your precious hips. Matching thigh high hose covered your dark tanned legs, making your appearance even more stunning. Elegant eyeliner and a deep red lipstick are all the makeup you wore. That combined with your highlighted curly hair set your overall appearance magnificently brilliant.

My eyes traveled the length of your body; sensing my longings you could feel the trembles of warmth within yourself. The nervous feeling twisted in your stomach, and tingling sensations run down your spine. You were eager to immerse yourself in this new cultivation, one of love and happiness. To indulge yourself, a feeling heated passion built in your engorges zone. At this point you were anticipating all the events to come. 

You were eager to get into this new arrangement of passion. Enveloped in fixation, you became quick to follow the pattern I was leading you into. With the room covered in candles everywhere and the area in the middle covered by sheer drapes hanging from the ceiling. You walked to where I sat waiting for you. With candles surrounding the room, it produced a magical glow around your body, and reflected in your eyes. You sat down across from me and looked into me eyes. I reached across and handed a glass of wine for you. We sit and just look at each other for a few minutes, not saying a word, just squeezing each other hands and exchanging flirtatious smiles. 

I motion you closer and take your hand and before moving any further, I take you by the arms, and kiss you deeply, infatuated on your velvety red lips. Each touch was a reward and it proved as titillating and tingling throughout your body. I then begin to use every technique to arouse the untapped passion within you. I slid your dressed gown off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Leaving you before me in a stunning outfit, yet still covering too much of your lovely body. 

I urge you toward the floor through gentle persuasions; you in return relinquished all remnants of restraint. You then open yourself to explorations that are nourishing a sweet inner knowing. I then once again kissed you deeply, and you returned with a heated obsession. My hands explored each part of your body; they glided over your smooth skin and soft fabric of your negligée. You push my hands away and move away, only to remove the confines of your outfit, leaving only your sheer hose covering up to your thighs. 

All boundaries began to fall as your juices began to flow with a heated excitement. As you returned to my side, a spirit of adventure thrilled you in such ways you had never anticipated. Our bodies pressed together and holding squeezing and feeling each other. Kissing with eagerness, wanting to feel the pleasures we have to offer each other, but not wanting to wait. I move slowly and diligently glide over the contours of your body with my hands and mouth. You found new delights when my gentle fingertips flitter over your swollen breast. I then took one in my hand and devoured the other in my mouth. As your back arched in delight, your mind began to race to enthusiasm finding your own secret desires. 

Through the Heated passion our mutual devotion grew by leaps and soon knew no bounds. This vigor between us grew as we took each other’s body as a banquet of erotic delicacy. Pleasuring each other, tasting each other’s sweet juices. The contortions we let our bodies get into left each of us breathless, panting for more, gasping for higher heights of stimulation. 

Our bodies couldn’t handle waiting much longer. The need for fulfillment was eminent. We configured ourselves with you opened wide for me to move into position over you. As my entered your burning love nest, a shiver of sheer ecstasy ripped through my body. With you below me, you jumped to pull me deep within your love. Never has sheer lust been so deeply penetrating that purrs of pleasure replace more familiar words from with in you. Finally you fell into unspoken rhythm meeting my thrusts with total enthusiastic force. Together we soared to places neither visited before. Our hearts entwining as our juices flowed between us as each served as a willing vessel to the other. 

No two lovers had ever been more together then us.



Passion & Ecstasy in TN Ch. 1



After Nicole and I decided that we needed to secretly get away together, we agreed a short stay at a peaceful resort in Eastern Tennessee near the Great Smoky Mountains would be ideal. We were both anxious to get away from Columbus, so we could just be alone as a couple. 

Nicole and I had been seeing each other for almost 4 months. We had both kept our relationship secret from almost everyone, except for our immediate families as well as a couple trustworthy friends. She had just recently stopped seeing the guy she had been casually dating, and the woman I had been dating moved, so she could be closer to her family. 

I think I should mention that Nicole is absolutely stunning, as far as her physical appearance is concerned. Nicole is five-feet eight-inches tall and weighs approximately one hundred-twenty pounds. She has brown eyes and long chestnut-colored hair that is naturally curly. Her measurements are 34D-24-34. 

While I think I'm a handsome young man at twenty-two years of age, I occasionally wonder how I was so lucky to have found such a beautiful young woman, who is three years older than me. I'm six foot tall, one hundred fifty-five pounds, hazel eyes with brown hair, and I usually prefer the high and tight hairstyle. 

Nicole tells me that I'm her tall, dark handsome young stud, who was sent from heaven to be with her. At first, I thought she was just trying to make me feel good about my appearance. Now, I think she really means that from the bottom of her heart, because she is also a real sweetheart. 

Soon after we arrived at our charlotte and unpacked on Sunday afternoon, we decided upon taking a walk. We loaded a small amount of gear, including a blanket and backpack, into her car and started out on a venture into the wilderness. 

We drove for about 10 minutes before we found a good place to leave her car, where we could also allow hike on adequate hiking trails. 

We hiked in a secluded part of the area, walking together hand in hand. I was wearing khaki shorts with a brown leather belt, short-sleeve polo shirt, white undershirt, white briefs and comfortable gray tennis shoes. 

Nicole wore a blue top with spaghetti straps, multi-colored summer skirt with floral designs on the fabric and light brown sandals. 

I carried the basket of snacks that we had packed for a picnic, while Nicole held the nicely folded blanket at her side. As we quietly toured the wilderness, we listened to the surrounding sounds of the forest and its tiny inhabitants. We were gazing at one another quite frequently while we observed the scenery on that summer day. 

Being out in nature with my sweetheart was already lightening my mood. It was obvious that we were enjoying each other's company after we were apart for a couple of weeks, because we were both visiting with our families.

After we came upon a small clearing beside a creek, we agreed this would be a nice spot to stop for lunch. When Nicole laid out the blanket, the wind lifted her flimsy skirt enough to show me the white thong that she was wearing. 

Nicole startled me at first when she plopped down on the blanket with a grimace of pain on her face. I don't think it even occurred to her that her skirt had lifted by the wind. If she had noticed, it appeared to be in too much pain to care.

I dropped down to my knees and removed her sandals, running my hands up and down her aching leg. I quickly applied pressure to the troublesome spot on her right leg after she guided my hands there. After a few minutes of massaging the sore spot, I could tell the knot was beginning to loosen. I rubbed her leg with my skillful hands until she was feeling at ease. 

When Nicole was comfortable again, I opened the backpack and fixed a plate of snacks for her to eat. Her eyes followed my every move, as I prepared her lunch. 

Then, I reached inside the basket and grabbed a bottle of semi-sweet white wine. Next, I pulled out one wine glass, which we intended to share. Before handing Nicole the glass, I tasted the wine. Once I had tasted the wine, I passed the glass to Nicole. Nicole and I fed each other in a playful manner, while chatting and giggling about just about anything.

After we had finished eating, I placed her legs across mine. I started massaging one foot and then moved my hands to other, stroking my hands over her ankles and up her calves. I told her that I was going to finish the massage I had started earlier, and she giggled, saying that she wasn't going to object to that. 

I allowed my hands to travel upward along her shapely legs, before returning to her delicate ankles and the arches of her feet. When I looked up to watch her facial expressions, I could see Nicole's white lace thong and the outline of her covered, dark-haired pussy. I wasn't sure if it was voluntary or not, but she pulled her legs together as I continued to massage her feet and calves. 

Nicole held her eyes closed for most of the time, enjoying the feel of my hands as they massaged her feet. Once I had been rubbing them for an additional five minutes, I leaned forward slightly. I lifted her left foot to my mouth, licking each of her toes individually. 

I closed my eyes, as I continued to worship Nicole's body. It was my personal philosophy when it came to making love that a woman's pleasure was also my pleasure, so I was enjoying myself as well. 

I let my hands wonder along her legs, as I continued sucking her toes after I lifted her other foot to my mouth. Then, I tenderly kissed and softly licked the delicate flesh around her ankle. I planted more caresses up her calf as my hands traveled further up her thighs toward her crotch. 

I carefully watched Nicole's reaction and noticed that her body tensed up, before squirming around as my hands crept further along the inside of her thighs. It wasn't a "don't touch me there" type of tension but rather an anticipatory reaction. My hands brushed over her naked ass, as I slid my fingertips along the edges of her thong. 

I positioned myself so that I had one of her legs on each side of my head. I licked Nicole's ankles and toes again. This time I do so more thoroughly, pressing my broadened tongue to her skin, as I licked her left foot and then her right foot. 

Slowly, I planted caresses up her right leg, letting my lips travel up her smoothly shaven calf. I gradually moved in between her widened legs, as I tongued and caressed the sensitive crevice behind her knee. She parted her legs, spreading them wider to allow me full access to her womanly treasures. I reached up and pushed her skirt above her waist, exposing the most intimate area of Nicole's body to the slight summer breeze that I could feel blowing against my back. 

I pushed my hands up her thighs and sensually rubbed my palms over her inner thighs, as they glided upward. Then, I lightly brushed the back of my hands down the outside of her thighs. As my hands repeatedly followed the same aforementioned motions, my lips crept up the inside of her thigh. 

My fingers dallied at the inside of her legs. I could feel the wetness seeping from Nicole's pussy through her now almost transparent panties. It was almost as she wasn't wearing any underwear, seeing how the moist material of her thong clung to her pussy. I could clearly see the outline of the moist folds of her pussy. 

I continued planting soft caresses up her inner thigh, leaving a moist trail of saliva as my tongue passed over her skin. I teased Nicole at first with my fingers, running them back and forth over her wet panties. I stroked her pussy more strategically, letting my fingers dally at the upper end of her pussy, as my fingers searched avidly for her clit. While I did this, I nibbled up the inside of her right thigh near her crotch. 

Nicole wrapped her legs around my head while apparently shuddering from my touch. She pulled my face toward her so that my tongue was near her covered pussy, wanting me to eat her. I licked her through her moist panties, letting my tongue move from side to side over her most sensitive flesh. 

I was in no hurry, so I teased her for several minutes. I licked, nibbled and caressed her pussy through the wet material of thong until she was begging for me to take them off. 

I, however, didn't fully give into her demands. I pulled the crotch of her thong aside, revealing her cleanly trimmed and shaven slit. First, I pushed my tongue back and forth between her pussy lips. 

After I did this for a few minutes, I concentrated more specifically on the upper region of her pussy. I massaged her clit with my flattened tongue, swirling my tongue around that hard love button. I was engulfed in pleasuring her, and I loved the smell of my sweetheart's juices as they flowed steadily from her womanhood, running down my chin and dampening the hair on top of my head. 

I allowed my tongue to roam, parting her moist folds from top to bottom, moving my tongue side to side, as it passed back and forth between her clitoris and her little rosebud many times. I moved my tongue back to her clit and rapidly tongued the underside of that special sexual organ with a stiff tongue stroke. 

I inserted the index finger of my left hand inside her opening and started fingering her with my finger slightly curved, as it plunged in and out of her. It didn't take much more stimulation before she was moaning and screaming, as an orgasm overcame her and her nectar shot onto my face like a small fountain. 

Nicole was still not completely naked, and she had already climaxed. I continued lapping at her bare pussy lips and then her ass. I lifted her hips, and then finally removed her wet thong panties. 

I untied the back of her skirt, and I asked her to turn over and lay on her stomach. She raised her ass high in the air, giving me a magnificent view of both her ass and pussy. My hands and tongue explored, going wherever they wanted in that general vicinity. 

I stuck the two longest fingers on my right hand into her pussy and probed her ass with my fluttering tongue, which startled her at first. She, however, didn't stop me, so I continued licking her ass and fingering her pussy. It was only a matter of minutes before she came again from the attention I gave to both her ass and pussy. 

I lie down beside Nicole on the blanket and cuddled with her in my arms. I could tell that she was spent, as she kissed me on the check and then drifted off to sleep. I kissed one of her eyelids and then her mouth after she had just drifted off to sleep in my arms. I rested there with Nicole at my side and watched the clear summer sky above us. Soon, I drifted off to sleep as well despite the raging hard-on in my shorts. 

I felt a strong gust of cool air and awoke to a darkened sky. The winds had picked up and the sky was no longer clear, as it appeared a summer afternoon thunderstorm might be blowing in. I reached over to wake Nicole, as I put my other hand on her lovely ass and massaged away until woke up. 

She kissed me deeply after she awoke. I told her that it looked like it was about to storm, as we both gazed into each other's eyes. I quickly stood up and helped her to her feet. I told her that I'd help her get dressed. 

I bent down and grabbed her panties, before slipping them onto her legs one at a time, as she balanced herself on my shoulders. She pulled them up her shapely legs. Nicole slipped into her skirt, which I helped her tie. 

We walked back toward where we had parked her vehicle. After walking a while, I offered to carry Nicole the rest of the way fireman's style. But she didn't want to have to do that since we were walking through a forest, so we compromised. 

She jumped on my back, wrapping her legs and arms around me, as we hiked the last half-mile or so back to her car. I carried the blanket at my side, while she had the backpack strapped to her back.

When we were at her car, we put our gear in the backseat and drove back to the resort. I handed the key to Nicole, and I grabbed our belongings out of the backseat of her car. It was sprinkling now, so we rushed inside our chalet. 

Once we were inside, we stood there as if we were frozen in time, looking intimately at each other. Almost instinctively I closed my eyes, and I proceeded to kiss my girlfriend. Our lips met in a prolonged, passionate and wet kiss, which significantly increased my heartbeat and sent shivers through my body. 

As our eyes opened after breaking the affectionate kiss, I stared into her dark-colored eyes. I could only hope this vacation would likely turn out to be an especially pleasing, exciting and relaxing five day stay. 

Nicole and I looked around the chalet, which the rental management appropriately called The Mountain Hideway Chalet. We toured the full-size kitchen and the cozy living room that had many of the standard amenities of a permanent residence. 

We went upstairs to the bedroom, which was lofted above the living area below. From the lofted bedroom, Nicole and I could look outside through the huge bay glass window and sliding glass door that went out to the back patio. The sight of the fairly distant mountainous ridges, known as the Smoky Mountains, was definitely outstanding. 

The chalet we had chosen offered a great view while still offering the benefits of being "on of the most secluded chalets" owned by that rental company. 

We went back downstairs and peered outside through the sliding patio glass door, watching as the raindrops descended onto the deck. On the deck, there was a hot tub that was covered, as well as a charcoal grill. "Sweetheart, I think we both deserved to get away. We can be alone whenever we want… for however long as want," I said. 

Nicole replied, "Yes, it will definitely be nice for just the two of us to be together. We will be able to enjoy ourselves while spending time together in such a beautiful serene place. Thanks for planning this Jason!" 

I told her that she was very welcome and said that I hoped that this weekend would be memorable for us. 

"Oh, I hope so too, my handsome young lover boy," she replied, as she smiled sheepishly. "I'm sure it will be memorable in many ways. You know I plan on allocating substantial time for us to make love." 

"That sounds great to me," I said, as we both smiled and giggled. "I had planned on ravaging your body more than once while on this trip," I uttered after a short break, grinning as I spoke. I extended my right hand and stroked my palm across Nicole's cheeks, as we gazed into each other's eyes once again. 

I leaned forward and planted a small pack on her forehead. She reminded me that we should unpack our luggage before she wondered off upstairs to the bedroom. I went into the kitchen and unpacked all the non-perishable food that didn't need to be refrigerated. 

After I finished filling the cupboards with food we'd brought with us, I went into the living room. I told Nicole that I had finished unpacking the food, and I asked if she wanted me to help her upstairs. She said that she was almost finished and told me that she would be down to join me soon. 

I turned on the television and flipped through the many stations, which were accessible because of the satellite dish that was mounted on the roof of the chalet. 

Before long I heard Nicole's footsteps on the stairs, as she made her way downstairs from the bedroom. She sat beside me on the couch. As I continued to watch a sports news program, she had her hands wondering all over my body. I looked at her, letting her know that I acknowledged she was there. I had just put my arm around her when she said, "Baby, no TV right now. We are alone, and I plan on making the most of it."

She had already started to unbutton my short-sleeve shirt. It didn't take her long to have my shirt undone and my shorts unbuttoned. Now, she hovered over me, as her lips pressed against mine. Nicole pushed herself against me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. 

Our lips moved together slowly at first but that didn't last too long, as our mouths were soon locked together by a caress of feverish passion. I felt her tongue enter my mouth, meeting the tip of mine. Soon after our tongues swirled inside of our mouths', I felt myself feeling horny once again and engulfed by a strong desire to show affection toward Nicole.

Nicole ran her hands down my chest, brushing her fingers through my chest hair. Almost simultaneously my hands found her tits, and I gently squeezed them through her top, fondling them in my palms. I felt Nicole's nipples harden as my thumbs passed over them. Not wanting to wait much longer, I slipped the straps of her top off her shoulders and took off her top. 

After I discarded her top beside us, I placed my hands on her breasts. I stroked them lovingly, cupping her breasts in my hands and massaging them in my palms. Just as I was tweaking her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, I felt her hand slide down my chest. Nicole slipped her hand inside my shorts and briefs, grasping hold of my cock.

I broke off our passionate kisses and leaned forward, so I could kiss each of her nipples. I kissed around her hard nipples, and then encircled each one of them with my tongue. I watched as she tugged down my shorts and white tighties at the same time. Nicole bent down and removed my hiking boots. As I kicked my legs out of my shorts, she stood before me and untied her skirt. I watched her skirt join my shorts and briefs, which were already on the floor behind her. 

I eyed Nicole's lovely body, as she stood before me wearing only lace French cut panties. I remembered she had been wearing thongs earlier today, so I knew she had changed into a new pair of panties.

Nicole knelt on the floor and positioned herself between my legs. She started kissing the insides of my thighs. Then, she grabbed hold of my hard cock at its base and engulfed it in her mouth. She toyed with the head of my cock with her tongue. She didn't wait too long before she was swallowing almost the entire length of my shaft. 

I was always impressed by her oral skills, which I definitely could not complain about. Nicole could really suck a guy's cock off, and she knew that. Even better, it was obvious to me that she enjoyed using her lips and tongue to make a guy's toes curl.

I placed my right hand underneath her, so my hand was between her legs. I rubbed her pussy through her lace panties, as she sucked on my shaft. I pushed the crotch of her panties aside with my right hand. Then, I ran my three middle fingers along her moistening slit. Meanwhile, Nicole continued sucking me off, using her left hand to jack me off while she sucked on my shaft. 

It wasn't long before I shot a load of warm seed into her mouth, because I had been aroused just enough earlier that day. She attempted to shallow what she could, managing to take most of my load of semen. 

I asked her to stand up for me, and I pulled her onto me. Then, I rolled over, so that I was on top of her. I placed my hand between her legs again and inserted my two longest fingers inside her moist opening. I eased them in and out of her pussy, allowing only part of them to probe inside her love tunnel. 

As I increased the pace at which I fingered her pussy, I began toying with her clit, using the pad of my thumb to massage it gently. While I did this, I watched her eyes and held her right hand with my free hand. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes, and she started coming, involuntarily gyrating her hips off the couch as she let out cries of pleasure.

Nicole and I ended up not moving from the couch, as we cuddled and rested there for the rest of the evening. Later in the evening, we went upstairs to the bedroom, so we could sleep comfortably on the king size bed. I think I should I mention that we were both extremely tired, because we left Columbus at five o'clock in the morning. I guess we were both anxious to get away as possible.




Passion & Ecstasy in TN Ch. 1



Nicole and I slept peacefully in the bed that evening until we awoke the next morning. Being well rested, we were awoken by the sunlight that shined in through the skylight above the bed. I didn't mind though, because it was obviously a beautiful day outside. We agreed that we would go into Gatlinburg to browse the town's sights and shops. 

I hadn't been to the Smoky Mountains area in 8 years, so I was surprised to see how different the area looked since my last visit. While in Gatlinburg, we ate lunch at the Smoky Mountain Brewery and Restaurant, where the food was absolutely great. Definitely a great bargain for the modest price of the meal. 

In the afternoon, we took a drive through the national park. We visited such places as Cade's Cove and the Cherokee Indian reservation, which was just outside of the Smoky Mountain National Park in North Carolina. Nicole and I decided it was time to return back to our chalet around 5pm. When we were back at our Chalet, I told Nicole that I would cook our dinner on the grill. 

I lit the four tiki torches that were provided for us to use on the deck. I thought they would help provide light because the sun was just above the horizon, as well as help keep any pesky insects away. 

I went into the kitchen to prepare the main entrée for cooking. After I marinated two chicken breasts in Italian dressing, I placed them on the grill and cooked them until center of the meat was no longer pink. 

While I was cooking the chicken on grill, Nicole had made a small bowl of salad for us. We ate the meal we had prepared together in the kitchen, because there wasn't a table on the patio for us to use. I thought the meal was good, but I think I may have cooked the chicken a bit too long. 

I had noticed that the edges of the grilled chicken breast were slightly overcooked and dry. I wasn't sure if Nicole noticed or not. I may have been too critical of myself, or maybe she didn't want to say anything about it. I guess it was better to overcook the chicken than undercooking the meat, and I never mentioned anything to her about the chicken being overcooked.

After dinner, we sat and talked for an hour without any interruptions. I definitely think our conversation was reassuring, and we even discussed the future of our relationship. Now, I was shocked by what happened next. Well, I wasn't shocked but I was pleasantly surprised when she started to strip. Nicole whipped her T-shirt over her head and quickly unbuttoned her shorts. 

As she slid her shorts and panties off, I began to undress. Following her footsteps out onto the deck, we climbed into the hot tub after she uncovered it. I had turned on the hot tub before we left this morning, so the hot tub would be prepared for later use; I didn't think the rental management would mine if we left the hot tub running during the day. I figured we could turn it off at night. 

Nicole and I were sitting side by side for a few minutes with my right arm wrapped around her until she took the initiative to move. She positioned herself, so that she sat on my lap with her back to me. 

Almost immediately I thought of an intriguing idea. I brushed her long-flowing mane of chestnut-colored hair aside and place my hands on her shoulders. I rubbed her shoulders, kneading the tension out of her shoulders. Then, I slid my hands down her back while I leaned forward and planted soft kisses down the nape of her neck. 

I rubbed the small of her back, as I nibbled and sucked on the soft skin on her neck. I massaged her back for about ten minutes. Then, I titled her head toward me and gave her a wet, passionate kiss while I gently held her chin in my right hand. After stopping, I told her that I hoped she enjoyed her massage.

I went inside to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne, which we had brought with us along with a bottle of wine. I returned and poured each of us a glass of champagne. I stepped back into the water and held Nicole in my arms, as she sat on my lap. The skies had already darkened, but we remained outside for another hour before we went inside to go to bed.



Passion & Ecstasy in TN Ch. 2



The following morning Nicole greeted me in bed with a smile and a kiss, before she handed me a cup of coffee. We sat and conversed, exchanging sweet almost poetic sayings. After a little while, our conversation turned to our plans for the day. I told her that I had wanted to cook a nice dinner for her, because I thought today would be a nice day for me to do so. 

Of course, she wanted to know what I was going to cook. I teasingly told her that I wouldn't tell, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I also told her that tonight would be her evening and left it at that. 

With the smile she gave me in response, I figured that she might have had an idea what I had in mind. I was hoping, however, that she only had a vague understanding of what I had meant by calling this evening her night. 

I told her that I wanted her to dress up tonight, and I knew she had left her dressy clothes at home. I suggest that she drive into either Gatlinburg or Pigeon Forge this afternoon. This would give me ample time to prepare a nice romantic dinner. I could hardly hold back the excitement that was building inside, as the day went on. 

I knew with a little time, some effort and a bit of knowledge from middle school home economics, as well as from my prior cooking experience that I could succeed in pleasing Nicole's taste buds. I also planned on pleasing her in other ways that evening, too!

Around four o'clock that afternoon, Nicole left to go shopping for herself. I started by looking through what food we had stocked in the cupboards and refrigerator, while I thought of my sweetie's taste in food. 

After finding two boxes of spaghetti in the cupboard and chicken breasts in the freezer, I quickly realized what I could make with those ingredients. But first I needed to shower and lay out something that I could change into right before Nicole got back. 

When I finished showering, I dried myself thoroughly and slipped into a pair of white tighties. Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen, so I could start cooking dinner. Once the chicken the chicken was fairly well cooked, I placed the spaghetti into a pot of water that was boiling on the stove. 

As darkness approached on this particular cool summer evening, I was in the kitchen busily finishing a sumptuous meal for my special female companion. The dining and living room area was illuminated with many candles, as well as the fireplace that provided the living room with a soft flickering ambience. 

The stereo, which was located in the living room, provided an inviting atmosphere for two possible lovers with very soft music playing in the background. The dinner table was covered with a lace tablecloth plus candles, a centerpiece, and the place settings done with great precision and care. 

I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect, so the romantic atmosphere would set the seductive tone for the evening. I wanted Nicole so badly and would stop at almost nothing to show the depth of my desire for her.

After I had the meal prepared, I went upstairs and changed into my clothing that I intended to wear this evening. I didn’t waste much though. I, however, wanted to make sure that I looked as good as possible, because Nicole was due to arrive shortly. I wore black dress slacks, a maroon button down dress shirt with a matching checkered tie, black dress socks and shiny black leather dress shoes. 

I was quivering inside at the anticipation of her arriving now as six o’clock approached. I was hoping she would want me as much, as I desired her and wanted to please her in everyway. 

Just then I heard Nicole’s vehicle outside. I felt my heart instantly skip a beat and could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I anxiously anticipated the evening ahead. I quickly fixed my hair and sprayed some cologne on my neck before I went to answer the door.

After I opened the door, I smiled as I greeted Nicole. I handed her a red carnation, which I knew she loved. I had bought the carnation yesterday when we were shopping, and I somehow managed to hide it in a paper bag in a drawer in the refrigerator. I told her that she should go change for dinner, and I also told her that I would have dinner ready soon.

I had just pulled the breadsticks out of the stove and finished preparing two small bowls of salad when Nicole walked into the kitchen. I was in complete awe, as my eyes focused on the young lady who was approaching me. The light from the nearby candles illuminated her, as she walked toward me.

Nicole was dressed in an elegant black sheath dress. The dress’s v-neckline revealed just enough skin while the length of the dress stopped a few inches short of her knees. Her long, shapely legs were covered with hose. I wondered if she was wearing pantyhose, stay-up nylons or possibly even stockings with garters. I could only imagine what else she was wearing underneath her stunning dress. 

I escorted Nicole to the table and held her chair as she down. After I pushed her chair toward the table, I whispered into her ear that she really knew how to dress up for a special occasion because she looked sexy yet sophisticated. 

Then, I went over to the stovetop and brought over our plates of food to the dining table. After I turned off the stove, I went and sat down across from her at the table. Soft conversation ensued as we slowly consumed the food. 

Our hands touched occasionally on top of table while our eyes were locked together. It seemed almost as our bodies were involuntarily gravitating toward each other. 

I had a rather difficult time concentrating on the exchanging of both sincere and flattering remarks during our dinner conversation. My eyes would periodically break contact with hers as nonchalantly as possible and scan the tan flesh beneath her neck to her forehead. It, however, didn’t take much notice to figure out that she had her eyes glued on me as well. 

As we were finishing our plates, we were basically starring into each other’s eyes. During this time, I kept thinking to myself how I loved how her eyes sparkled against the gentle illumination from the candlelight.

When we were done eating, we I told her that I hoped I had satisfied her appetite. I didn’t think the meal was anything overly special, but it appeared that Nicole really enjoyed the meal and appreciated the fact that I had cooked a nice meal for her. 

I took our plates to the sink. I returned to the table and stood behind her. I leaned forward, caressing where her shoulder met her neck, and whispered to her that I had purposely not made dessert because I planned on having her for dessert. 

I used both my hands and lips, sending caresses up and down the nape of her neck, as I massaged its lower portion. I slowly worked my hands across her shoulders, and then I slid them down a bit more, rubbing my palms against the tanned skin on her back. 

I became more passionate, brushing her hair to the side and fluttering my tongue up down her neck, as my hands went back to gently kneading her shoulders. I slipped my right hand down her side, following the contours of her womanly figure, as my hand made its way to her thigh. 

I stroked the inside of her inner right thigh, running my palm up her thigh to the edge of her stockings. Then, I sensually pushed the back of my hand down her thigh while I nibbled on her nearest ear lobe. 

After I discovered that she was wearing stockings held in place by garters, I hoped that this one of many pleasant surprises for the night. Nicole tended to wear the more casual pantyhose instead of nylons and stockings, so I was thrilled that my attractive girlfriend had decided to dress more provocatively. I was optimistic that this change would be a hint that she would be more inclined to dress less conservatively in the future. 

I continued stroking her, as I caressed her ear lobe with both my tongue and lips, circling the tip of my tongue around the edge of her ear lobe. Then, I went back to kneading her shoulders with my hands. Only this time I ran my fingers down her front and across the neckline of her dress. 

As I whispered to her how lovely she looked and that tonight would be a night dedicated for pleasuring her, I placed my hands on her breasts and started making circles around them. I sensually fondled her breasts with my hands, letting my fingers creep inward toward her nipples. I could feel them standing out erect, poking through the material of her dress.

With ‘things’ getting out, I knew it was time to retire to the bedroom, so I took her left hand with my right hand and led her that way. As soon as we had climbed the stairs that led to the lofted bedroom, Nicole wrapped herself around me. Her lips pressed against mine, as we held each other in a tight embrace. 

Just as quickly as the kissing began, it ended. I opened my eyes to see Nicole on her knees. She reached up and unzipped my pants. Then, she slipped her hand inside the waistband of my white tighties and took hold of my semi-hard cock. 

Nicole quickly brought it to its full length, stroking her closed hand along it length. I had planned for this to be a night exclusively for her, but what she was doing felt so nice that I couldn’t stop her.

I watched down below as she took my prick out and swirled the tip of her tongue against the head of my hard cock. Reaching inside my briefs, she tugged gently on my balls, while she continued licking my head of my cock. I just stood there, enjoying the sensations I was feeling as her tongue teased my shaft with her tongue. 

Through half-closed eyes, I watched as my cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. Nicole gradually worked up a steadily sucking motion, as she ran her tongue around the head and stroked her hand up and down along the base of my shaft. 

After a few minutes of sucking, she withdrew my cock from her mouth. She curled her fingers around the base of my shaft. She pushed my briefs down my thighs and licked my balls as she stroked my cock with her left hand. She drew circles around their shapes at first with the tip of her tongue and then pressed her flattened tongue against them, massaging them with it.

After Nicole had popped each of my nuts into her mouth, she resumed sucking my dick but with an added twist. She started a twisting technique—twisting her left hand circularly around most of my cock while her mouth was like an up and down tight piston on the head. It was an incredible feeling.

“Nicole don’t stop,” I uttered, “Please don’t stop. That feels so damn good.” Nicole paused for a moment, and she reached down and fondled my balls, while she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock like a lollipop. 

Then she resumed what she was doing earlier, using both her lips and her hand to pleasure me. I placed my hands on the back of her neck and ran my fingers through her long mane of dark hair. 

Her loving and passionate actions of expertly sucking me off had drawn up my balls to the base of my shaft. I was so close now, and Nicole sensed it too. Nicole urged me on, putting her hands on my ass and pulling me into her, as her lips were snuggly clamped around my glistening cock. 

I looked down into her eyes and saw that she was looking up at me, enticing me with her eyes as if she was enticing me to shoot my load of come into her mouth. That was it. I felt my toes curl, and the sensation travel quickly through my legs. I groaned, threw back my neck and let loose a load of warm semen.

Nicole licked my cock clean with her tongue, before my erection dwindled and my cock fell out of her mouth. Once I drifted back to reality, I sat down on the floor with Nicole, who was still on her knees from pleasuring me. 

I pulled her toward me, taking hold of her right hand so I could bring her closer to me. I told her in a soft, low tone voice that I was going to return the favor. 

With that she nudged me onto my back and straddled me, I placed my hands on her waist, drawing her hips closer to my face while she faced me. I could smell the musky scent of her pussy that definitely drives me wild, as she hovered over my face. 

As she was settling her silky thighs over my face, I slid my hands up Nicole’s stocking clad thighs and pushed the skirt part of Nicole’s dress up her hips. I was very pleased when I discovered that she had decided to not wear any panties.

I extended my tongue, running it along the lengths of her pussy lips, before pushing the tip of my tongue between her moistened folds. Nicole had no problem like usual, letting me know what she liked. She was soon grinding her clit over my tongue, chin and nose, as she moaned loudly while her body movements gave me subtle hints as to what she liked the most. 

Nicole had been moving herself back and forth over my face when she crept forward more than I had expected. With her tiny anal opening brushing up against my mouth, I did the best I could to get as much of the tip of my tongue in it that I could. 

When she felt the tip of my extended, stiff tongue worming its way in, she let out a long moan and pushed her ass cheeks down. As her butt lingered above my face, her pussy was positioned invitingly in front of my eyes.

Nicole brought her hand down to the folds of her own womanhood and dipped a few of her fingers into the upper region of her pussy. She rubbed and gently squeezed her own swollen clit. While she was moving herself over my face and rubbing her clit with her right hand, I noticed that her breathing had been rapidly increasing. 

It was only a matter of seconds before I felt her anus clench and relax repeatedly, as my tongue dallied around her anal opening, which was a sure sign to me that she was nearing orgasm. 

Her body writhed against my face, and she let out a series of small squeaks of pleasure. The squeaks turned into whimpers, and then into full-throated moans and high-pitched screams, as her body shuddered over and over again, while experiencing explosive, repetitive orgasms. 

Eventually after calming down, she rolled off my sticky face. As I looked down at her now, I could only admire the way Nicole’s hair was pushed back and the oily sheen of her pussy juice that covered her upper thighs and pubic region, which was still fully exposed by the rucked up tight-fitting skirt part of her dress. 

Despite her apparent exhaustion, she looked happy as she looked into my eyes. I told her that I wasn’t done yet and that I wanted to continue exploring her body at my leisure, reminding her of my original intentions. 

She happily smiled at me and said that I could do whatever I wanted. After getting an offer like that from my sweetie, I had something in mind that I wanted to try. But I figured it would be best that I save that for later.

I went into the bathroom so I could clean up and brush my teeth. I hurriedly returned to my sweetheart’s side. After I returned, I pointed over to the nearby dresser next to the railing and I whispered to her that I wanted to take her from behind as she leaned against the dresser. 

Nicole and I stood up and I took her hand, escorting her a few feet to the nearby dresser. We kissed face to face, as we moved our hands over each other’s madly. She reached down and grabbed my package, massaging it in her hand. 

She went to her knees again and teasingly engulfed my hard cock with her mouth. Her lips felt wonderful, as she worked her tongue over the shaft. She then licked and sucked my balls, while she jerked me off with her right hand. 

I wanted her now, and she didn’t seem to mind too much when I pulled my dick out of her mouth and then pulled her to her feet. I quickly placed my hands on her shoulders, sliding her dress along with her bra down so that her boobs were freed from their confinement. 

Nicole turned around and bent over the dresser, which was just over three feet tall. I pushed the skirt portion of her dress up above her waist, which revealed her sexy ass and her shapely legs. 

Then I took hold of my cock and rubbed it over her ass, before pushing it between her ass cheeks. I slid my cock down her crack so that it avoided her anal opening, and then rubbed the head of my cock against her still wet pussy lips. 

She reached back and grabbed hold of my shaft, telling me that she had enough of this teasing stuff, just as she guided the head of my cock to her opening.

After I knew she wanted me inside her, I pushed my hips forward and soon felt her wetness engulf my cock as it entered her pussy. I grabbed her hips and screwed her slowly and deeply at first. This didn’t last long though, because I didn’t hesitate too long to increase the intensity, as she urged me to go faster and harder. I could feel my balls bouncing against the back of her upper thighs, as I pushed my cock in and out of her pussy.

I slid my hands up her side and grabbed hold of her breasts. I cupped them in my hands, brushing my palms against her hard nipples, as I fondled her breasts. 

While massaging them, I moved my hands over those beautiful orbs in a slow, sensual and circular motion. Her tits were shaking in my hands, as I plunged my cock into my sweetheart’s pussy from behind. I also loved how it felt when my pelvis moved against her ass cheeks, as my cock went in and out of her pussy.

After a while, I slid my right hand down her front. I rubbed my hand circularly around her belly. I moved it down more toward her trimmed bush so that only the tip of my fingers made contact with the region where her clit was nestled, as I rubbed her lower belly. 

I lifted my hand and placed it on her back, and sent it down her back, following the contour of her spine. I took a generous handful of her ass in my left hand.

I screwed my princess harder than I had ever remembered doing, and I noticed Nicole was enjoying herself as well, telling me how wonderful it felt to have me inside her. As I plunged my cock into her, pushing my hips into her from behind, while I moved my hands and held her well shaped, nicely sized tits in my hands. 

I tweaked her hard nubbins between my two thumbs and index fingers, stimulating them in a way that I knew drove her crazy. I also knew I could hold back much longer at such a quick, frenzied pace, so I slowed the pace down a notch by making my thrusts deeper. 

Nicole yelped that she was starting to come, screaming and moaning between her gasps for air. I leaned forward and caressed the back of her neck with both my lips and tongue, as I continued thrusting. Just then I felt that familiar stirring in my groin, as my hips began to churn. 

I told her that I was going to come, too. I moaned her name, as my loins erupted and I shot a load of warm cum inside her climaxing pussy. It sure felt like my orgasm lasted several minutes. I managed to still push my shaft in and out of her pussy, while her pussy muscles clutched around my spewing cock. 

Afterwards, Nicole and I stayed conjugally joined. She turned her head to look at me, and we shared a passionate kiss and a few tender words of endearment before I pulled my softening cock out of her moist feminine opening.

I lifted Nicole in my arms and carried her the several feet that was between the dresser and the bed. I laid her down and draped myself over her. 

Nicole and I rested in each other’s arms for what had to be nearly an hour. I wasn’t finished devouring her body, however, and I reached back behind her and unzipped her dress. 

Nicole smiled and giggled, as we both looked into one another’s eyes. She uttered in a cheerful, soft whisper that tonight had already been unbelievable and said she was going to return the favor when I least expected it. I could hardly wait!

Soon as I had removed her dress, I followed by unsnapping the back of her black, skimpy lace bra and tossed it aside. As I hovered over her, I quickly removed the rest of my clothing, which were my socks, dress shirt and undershirt. 




Passion & Ecstasy in TN Ch. 2



Then, I caressed her neck, sending short, tender kisses up and down her neck, as I stroked my hand along her side. My hand followed the curvature of her body, brushing the sides of her tits and then traveling along the side of her body to just below her hips. 

I crawled onto the bed, repositioning myself so that I was sitting at the foot of the bed. I hoisted up Nicole’s shapely, long tanned legs and held it in my lap. 

As I glanced upward, I told her that I had something new in mind that I wanted to do for the first time. Her body was basically positioned in a spread eagle pose on the bed as I sat at the foot of the bed. While I held her right foot, I had a nice view of her very slick slit. 

I wanted to admire all of her body, and I wasn’t going to ignore her feet. She had worn shiny, black high-heeled pumps to dinner, and still had them on. Nicole was also still wearing her black nylons with lace tops that were held up by an elegant garter belt and garters. 

I lifted her left leg and gently caressed above the heel of the pump and then I planted caresses around her ankle. I removed each of her heels, rubbing her calves as I slid my hands down her legs and took off each shoe. 

I admired the appearance of her painted feet. They were small for her size but well formed, and her toenails were painted a light shade of reddish-brown. I kissed the tops of her feet and then her toes, rolling the tip of my tongue in the small crevices between them, as I reached above and undid the garters. 

I took off each of her stockings, and then I extended my tongue, licking the soles of her feet with my broadened tongue. I concentrated on kissing her left foot. Caressing up past her delicate ankle, which received a through laving. I didn’t stop there. 

My lips continued to glide upward and traveled up the inside of her left calf. I used my tongue as skillfully as I could, tracing a path across the soft and smooth flesh of her inner thigh toward the goal. 

I teased Nicole but only for a few moments, licking the insides of her thighs near her pussy. As I caressed and licked the insides of her thighs, she parted her legs even more for me. 

After I ran my tongue along her flowery pussy lips a few times, I dove into her moistness with my tongue. I pushed my tongue back and forth between her pussy lips, lapping up her juices as they flowed. I could taste our combined sexual fluids, as my tongue circled and probed her vaginal opening.

Then, I dallied at the top her slit, using the tip of my tongue to stroke back and forth against her clit. While fluttering my tongue in that most sensitive region, I raised her right knee toward her belly to allow for better access to Nicole’s pussy. 

I was enticed by how Nicole was responding to the laps of my tongue and the subtle movements of my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the folds of her pussy, as I stroked the thumb and index finger of my left hand along those folds in a complimentary rhythm with my tongue. 

I rolled Nicole over onto her stomach, so I was staring at her taut ass. Like the rest of her body, it was what I would consider perfect—firm, tan, and well shaped. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, I’m not sure but Nicole raised her hindquarters. 

She answered that question moments later by spreading her ass cheeks for me, as she begged for me to provide oral attention there. I slowly pressed my face against her ass cheeks and buried my face between them, tonguing her anal open while she squirmed and moaned. Eventually, I slipped my right hand down along her crack to her pussy. 

I stroked Nicole’s pussy with my two longest fingers and thumb, using my thumb to manipulate her clit. Meanwhile, my tongue wiggled its way up inside her ass. It didn’t take long, and she was uttering again in pleasure, telling me how good my tongue felt and how naughty she felt for enjoying that particular sexual act.

As Nicole was lying on her belly recovering from yet another orgasm, I reached over for the bottle of body lotion on the bedside table. While kneeling over her, I poured some oil on my hands and rubbed it between my palms to warm it up. I started to massage her shoulders, rubbing the oil into her skin. Occasionally, I’d bend over and kiss Nicole lightly on the nape of the neck.

Nicole sighed and moaned, while she rested her head on the pillow at the top of the yard. I poured some additional massage oil onto my hands and worked it into her flesh, as I moved my hands up and down her back. 

I leaned forward and planted kisses down her back while rubbing the small of her back with my left hand. Then, I squirted lotion onto her ass and into her crack, which partially hid her womanly treasures, because her legs were no longer spread. 

I, however, used my hands to spread her legs wider and parted her ass cheeks to reveal a pink rosebud glistening with oil. I slid my right hand up and down her spine, as I brushed the back of my other hand down her spine. 

I eased the index finger of my right hand into her tight ass by slowly inching it inside. Nicole tensed up at first but then relaxed, allowing my finger to enter her rear chute. I gently pushed and pulled my finger in and out of her ass, keeping the tip of my finger inside her. Then, I kissed the small of her back a few times, letting my tongue slither down to just above her ass cheeks. 

Meanwhile, my index finger continued to slide in and out of her ass. I stopped and whispered suggestively to her if she would like to have something bigger in her ass. 

She looked back and nodded after a bit of hesitation, and then assured me that she wanted me to proceed. I told her that I wanted her on her hands and knees, so that I could come up behind her and enter her that way. 

Nicole moved from her arched position where she was lying flat on her stomach, and she repositioned herself so that she was on her hands and knees. I maneuvered myself behind her ass, took my cock and rubbed it against her pussy, watching it as it slowly grew to almost its full length. 

I told Nicole that I had never tried anal sex before and was anxious to try it, so I reminded her of that and reassured her that she could trust me before I proceeded. At my suggestion, she reached back to spread her taut ass cheeks for me. 

I set the head of my cock against her puckered little hole and told her to guide my cock inside her ass at a pace of her choosing. She pushed her backside against my cock and wiggled, so the head of my cock slipped inside her ass. I whispered to her that she could relax now before she took any of my cock inside her anus. 

Nicole asked me to push forward and with her assistance, I eased my cock further inside her rear opening. I reached around her body to squeeze her hanging tits once I started to gently thrust into her. I could feel her erect nipples against my palms as I fondled them. I was rather amazed by how hot her entire body looked, as well. 

Nicole’s head was turned to one side, her eyes closed and her open mouth emitted little whimpering sounds. She pushed her ass back at me again, causing my dick to plunge a little deeper inside her tight anal passage. She kept pushing, and I continued my slow, shallow thrusts until I had nearly three-quarters of my dick buried inside her ass.

She reached between her legs to finger my balls with her right hand. I slide my left hand down her front to finger her clit, as my other hand played with her dangling boobs. It only took a few minutes before she was moaning and groaning again, pumping back and forth on her knees. 

“Baby please fill me up with your come,” Nicole moaned, still using her fingers to play with my balls. I grabbed her hips with my hips with both of my hands, and she squeezed my balls in her hand as her body rested on her shoulders. 

As I felt her anal opening contracting and relaxing around my cock, I knew she was coming again. I, however, was unable to hold back blowing my wad in her tight ass. I moaned and gasped for air, as I shot my load into her bowels. Nicole was rocking back and forth, while her anus tightened involuntary around my shaft and pumped out any remaining trace of seeping come.

As could possibly be expected, Nicole and I collapsed on the bed. We were both tired but satisfied from a night that I had planned just for her. Nicole and I rested in bed. I embraced her in my arms and cuddled with her, as I snuggled up behind her. I gave her a few tender kisses on her neck and glanced at the clock that read 9:35. I whispered goodnight to her and she answered with the same, before I fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke to fingernails tickling my chest and stomach. Nicole had turned over on her back while I was sleep, and she was rubbing my chest lightly with her nails when I woke up. 

Just after awakening, I felt her draw circles around my nipples, moving in small circles across my chest toward my stomach. Her hands moved over my skin with a motion that ranged from a lighter, tickling brush of her nails to a firmer rubbing motion. 

She gradually slid her fingers down my belly, as she continued to rub my chest. I remained quiet, but Nicole had noticed that I was awake and told me that she had been watching me sleep. 

After running her hand down my stomach, she teased me by stopping the downward decent of her fingers just below my belly button. The surprise alone brought my stiffening shaft quickly to its full length. 

Soon I was throbbing with anticipation, as she alternated, rubbing my chest and then my belly with her right hand. I sighed, as she ran her nails through the patch of hair at the cent of my chest and then slide them south. 

Nicole whispered to me that she was pleased that I was enjoying what she called my morning rub down. She ran her right hand down my stomach, applying more pressure now as it moved circularly. 

Nicole rubbed upward again. This time she massaged my chest with both of her hands. Then, her right hand traveled down my flat stomach and over my lower belly. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grasped hold of her right hand, and I slid her hand further down my belly until the back of her hand brushed against my erection. 

She took the hint and clutched my hard cock in her hand. Nicole started jacking me off, quickly sliding her clasped hand up and down on my shaft. She asked if I minded that she continue, giggling as she posed the question to me. 

I looked at her and moaned that I wanted her to continue, as I made eye contact with her. She smirked and continued to gently tug on my cock. Nicole was brushing her enclosed right hand up and down the entire length of my cock. 

Occasionally, she would stop and tickle my sac with her nails. I wasn’t feel up to reciprocating this morning, so I was relieved when she gazed into my hazel eyes. Nicole said that all I needed to do was relax and enjoy as she took care of me.

I just rested there in bed with my head on my pillow. I closed eyes periodically, enjoying the sensation of her hand on my shaft. Then I felt her hand stop. I opened my eyes, and I noticed that she had found the bottle of body lotion on the bedside table. Nicole applied some body lotion to her hands, and returned her attention to pleasing me. 

She used a combination of a soft touch and a slow sliding motion, as she rubbed both of her hands up and down my shaft. Drops of my pre-come had already been slowly oozing out of the tiny opening on the head of my cock, and I felt myself becoming extremely responsive to her skillful hands. 

I watched her naked tits giggle in front of my eyes while her hands stroked my cock. “Come on baby. Let it go for me,” she said in a soft, sexy tone of voice that she knows drives me crazy. 

I don’t think I had remembered being so totally turned on before, as my mind roamed and my body quivered from Nicole’s touch. She was tugging on my cock again, using only her right hand again. It seemed that her grip had tightened, as she stroked my shaft.

I gritted my teeth, succumbing to the sensations that I felt in my groin area. Nicole fondled my balls with her left hand, as her right hand continue to glide up and down the entire length of my shaft. 

I felt the eruption brewing in my loins, just as I let out a deep moan as a load of my semen quickly made it’s way through my internal manly plumbing. Only moments later, I felt my load of come shooting out of my cock. Spurt after spurt flowed out. It felt like the sensations would continue forever but in reality only a small amount of semen seeped out. 

Nicole rested beside me for a little while, rubbing her right hand across my chest. Then, she made her way to the nearby master bathroom to clean up for the morning. I followed her and cleaned myself up, while she stepped into the shower. I was surprised that I was still panting, as my body recovered and went into a state of post-orgasmic bliss. 

Nicole and I skipped breakfast that morning and had a brunch instead. Once we were finished eating, we spent some time talking and sitting on the couch. I could hardly believe that this would be our last full day in the Chalet. I had such a good time that it seemed like it still had to be Monday. 

Later that afternoon, we did some basic cleaning and also started packing some of our luggage, which would save us some time the next day when we had to be checked out of the chalet. As evening approached, I gathered up some of our packed luggage and placed it in the main entryway. Meanwhile, Nicole prepared a nice and quick meal for supper. 

Before we went to bed, Nicole and I went outside on the deck. We stripped down and hopped into the hot tub one last time. It was a clear night outside, so we could see the stars. This was something that was difficult at home because of the light pollution from the city. 

I held Nicole in my arms and cherished having her there. I think I may have even surprised myself when I told her in a soft but serious tone of voice, “I love you, Nicole”. 

“You do?” she asked back. “I love you too,” she said, as I nodded my head in response to her question. 

I embraced Nicole tightly in her arms and held her like it was our last night to live. We were probably only in the hot tub for approximately 60 minute but of course to me it seemed like an eternity. 

I climbed out of the hot tub and went inside, as I told Nicole I’d be back with a towel for her. I wrapped myself in a towel and quickly returned to the back patio with her towel. I handed her towel to her, and she dried herself off. I followed her inside, and we went upstairs to the lofted bedroom. 

Nicole slipped into a blue satin, Victoria Secret’s chemise, and I slipped into a pair of checkered silk boxers. We both crawled into bed and cuddled before we went to sleep. I snuggled up behind her and wrapped my left arm around her while I rested my right above her head. I kissed her cheek and told her I loved her again. 

I waited for a response, but there was none. I looked into her eyes and noticed that she had drifted off to sleep. It was 11:30, and I -realized that a couple of the nights we didn’t exactly get what you would call an abundant amount of rest anyway. 

The next morning we finished gathering up anything I had left out the day before. Once we had everything gathered up, Nicole and I checked the entire place to make sure that we weren’t going to leave anything behind. 

Then, we packed our luggage into her car. Nicole and I said goodbye to the place where we had stayed, leaving it behind while taking with us pleasant memories of sharing, fun, pleasure and of course, passion. 

After we stopped at the rental office, Nicole and I headed back to Ohio and the way of living we had both came to know. We could only laugh and smile on the way home with what we had experienced. 

She did say for our spring break that she would plan a trip, just as I had planned this trip. Needless to say I can’t wait to see what she will plan for us.



Passion and Lust 01



Dropping the shovel again, Allen coughed into his arm. His throat burned with dust as he hacked up whatever had snuck in. I'm gonna be paying for this later, he thought. Should've brought some kinda cough medicine. This was the first time he'd devoted himself to such a dig, and after two days of going straight down, he'd still not uncovered anything. Granted, there's only so much one man can do in two days, and he'd never been the most athletic person, but his 25-year-old physique was serving him well enough. Looking up, he saw golden rays of sun crossing overhead, illuminating the abandoned building surrounding the hole. Must be getting late. I'll have to call it a day in another hour.

Grabbing the shovel, he set back to work, tossing as much dirt as he could straight out of the hole. If this went on much longer, he'd need to get a container of some sort and start lugging the dirt out. At just over six feet deep, not even his head was visible from the surface. Grunting, he devoted himself to digging, determined to make the most out of this last hour. His hands and shovel moved like a machine, shovelful after shovelful. Sweat covered his entire body and his muscles ached for rest. Not now, though. He should almost be—

With a roar, the earth underneath him gave way, like the maw of a creature opening to swallow him up. Allen cried out, grabbing for the sides of the hole, but the dirt gave him nothing to hold onto. A thousand images of his broken body and tragic headlines rushed through his head as he slipped into a freefall, dirt all about him. What a stupid way to die.

Luckily for Allen, the drop quickly came to a halt. His back and arm hit first, slamming into the ground with a dull thud. He yelled again, this time in pain, huddling over and clenching the arm he landed on. Slowly removing his hand, he lifted the arm to get a look at it. There was a nasty-looking bruise going all the way from just below his shoulder to past his elbow, but no skin was broken. He winced when he moved it the wrong way. Hurt like a bitch. He figured his back was in much the same state, but with it already being sore all day yesterday and today, it didn't bug him as much.

Realizing the place he had dropped into was much larger than the hole he fell through, Allen lifted his head and looked around. There wasn't an abundance of light leaking through the hole overhead, but it was enough to make out the boundaries of the room. It was a large, square room, big enough to be a dining hall or something similar, he guessed. The walls were mostly plain, but he could see the shadows of some strange markings in the middle of the walls all away around the room. There were two doorways, though one had long since collapsed from the looks of it. The other, however, was clear, a stale air blowing out of it. The sudden opening Allen made in the ceiling of this place must be allowing the old air to circulate again, he figured.

A grin grew on his face. This was what he'd been looking for! All that time invested in finding this place and getting to it was finally paying off! Stumbling to his feet, he started forward, then paused. I can't see shit. Looking back at the hole, he tried to find some way back up. Unfortunately, he hadn't accommodated for the ground opening beneath him. The hole was a good six or so feet over his head if he stood on the top of the dirt pile beneath it, and the surface another six feet higher than that.

"Hello? Hey, anyone up there? I need some help!"

No answer. Damnit. Not like he had expected one, anyways. The area he'd been digging was sparsely visited and the building in which he'd made the hole had been long abandoned. He rummaged through his pockets. Keys, wallet... damnit, his cell phone was still on the surface. He'd left it there to keep it from getting dirty. Rather have a dirty cell phone than none at all right now, though. Wait—he froze as his fingers closed around something. It was his lighter. He might've stopped smoking a few months ago, but still kept a lighter on him out of habit. It'd been so automatic he almost forgot. The flame it produced was dinky compared to the size of the place he was in, but light is light. Now he'd have an actual chance to look for something that might get him out of here. Maybe another exit, or an object he could climb.

"Who ever figured that habit woulda helped me some day?"

He chuckled to himself, but cut it off with a wince when pain shot up his back. Guess now wasn't the time for quips. Before moving on, he scanned the current room once more for anything that might be of use, but there was nothing to be found. Holding out the lighter in front of him, Allen clicked it on and moved forward.

The air smelled like dust mixed with sweat. Allen had to remind himself the sweat was probably his own. The lighter didn't illuminate much, but he could at least make out where to put his feet and silhouettes a ways out. The walls of the room must've been further out, though, because he couldn't see them. Every now and then, he paused to look behind himself, making sure he could still see the pillar of light in the previous room. His heart began thumping faster, a mix of expectation and fear rushing though his body. This could be the very room in which he found the jewel, the forgotten treasure of this city.

He came to a halt, almost bumping into a brazier. It stood just a few inches shorter than him and it was filled with something. Allen couldn't recognize whatever it was, whether it be due to the poor lighting or lack of knowledge. But if braziers were supposed to be lit, maybe, just maybe, the stuff inside was still flammable. Swallowing, he lowered his lighter into it.

"C'mon, I could use a little luck right now."

It wasn't instant, but after a few moments of holding his lighter to brazier, it filled with fire. Allen jerked his hand out, yelping in surprise. As light encompassed the room, he grinned like a fool, clapping his hands together before stashing the lighter away and patting it in his pocket. Maybe I should take up smoking again.

He succumbed to a fit of coughing, grasping at his chest and praying his throat would have some mercy on him today. When the fit passed, he rescinded his earlier thought about smoking.

Now able to make out the room, Allen took stock of his surroundings. This room wasn't as wide as the last room, but much longer. Markings covered the walls, images of various scenes all mixed with aged writing. The brazier itself sat just in front of a row of steps leading up to...

Allen's jaw dropped.

There it was.

Atop a statue rested a large jewel, drinking in the glow of the flame and glinting in the flickering light. Allen ascended the stairs as if in a trance, still unbelieving of what his eyes were telling him. If his research was correct—and he had spent months making sure it was—then that jewel was worth over a hundred million dollars. He'd be set for life! No more shit nine-to-five, no more dealing with assholes at the library, not another minute working under Jesse Kiss-My-Ass. All he had to do was take the jewel.

As he approached, he got a better look at the statue it lay on. It took the form of a woman, a beautiful woman at that, gazing down the center aisle of the room with a peaceful, passive stare. She had eight arms, all in some sort of gesture, kind of like a Hindu goddess. Her figure was intimidating like one as well. When Allen stood level with the statue it dwarfed his 5'10" figure by at least six inches, held up by long, flowing legs that ended in thick, smooth thighs and hips. She was depicted wearing minimal clothing, nothing more than a thin strip of silk over both her breasts and her waist. Allen could make out some sort of jewelry or other accessory on some of the arms and the wrists. He hoped for a second they were made of real gold, but frowned when he saw they were stone like the rest of the statue.

Still, the craftsmanship was breathtaking, truly worthy of the jewel it held. He brushed his hand along her stomach. The stone was perfectly smooth, like real skin, except it didn't give way and the was cool to the touch. The artist who did this must've had quite the stunning model. She's incredible. Her bosom bulged out with at least D-size breasts, maybe bigger. Running his thumb across the 'fabric' that covered the statue's breasts, he was surprised to find it, too, was life-like. He leaned in to inspect the arms closer. They were slender and graceful, like the rest of the woman's figure, but he could make out veins and hints of muscle as well. He rubbed his chin for a second. Given the impressive height, arms, and breast size, this was probably meant to be a figure of sexuality. A grin animated Allen's face once more. That fit in perfectly with his research: the jewel was supposedly a beacon of this figure's power and aided men and women with their sexual urges.

Those were just old beliefs, though. Certainly not based in reality.

"Hmmmm," said Allen, walking around the statue. Both his problems might be solved with this. If he could somehow get it to the hole, it was tall enough for him to climb over and escape. He got on his knees and checked the feet of the statue. They weren't anchored to the ground at all. Amazing it didn't fall over in all this time, but he wasn't complaining. If he was careful and didn't damage the statue at all, he might be able to fetch a pretty price for it as well. Granted, it'd be nothing like the hundred mil for the jewel, but the impressive skill put into this must be worth something.

First things first, though. Allen didn't want the jewel damaged while he moved the statue back over to the hole. Slowly, he moved his hands to the jewel. They shook with anticipation, palms sweaty from both the work they'd been doing and a rush of anxiety from being so closed to his goal. Carefully, as if the jewel were made of eggshell, Allen slipped his fingers between the jewel and the statue. It popped out without much protest, surprising after all these years. Allen's face hurt from smiling so wide as he brought the jewel in to admire it.

It glowed a fierce red, it's hexagon shape bordered by a silver casing. Up close it looked even larger, barely fitting in the palm of one of Allen's hands. The cuts and corners in it were clean and precise, something remarkable for the age in which it was crafted.

Allen slipped the gem in his pants pocket, then turned back to the statue. First, he'd have to figure out how much the thing weighs. As he reached forward, he paused, squinting at the statue's pristine face. Was it looking at him?

One of the eight arms darted out, grabbing Allen by the wrist. He whooped and stumbled back in surprise, tipping the statue's balance forward. He winced as it began to topple, but was shocked once again when it stepped forward to balance itself.

"Holy shit!" Allen had had plenty enough adventure for today. He yanked at the arm the statue held, but its grip was of cold, firm stone: impossible to break.

The statue squinted at Allen, it's face no longer gentle. Cursing, Allen grabbed the statue's hand that held him and pulled with all his might, trying to slip his wrist free. The statue retaliated by grabbing his other wrist and wrenching his arms away from each other. Its strength was brutal and overwhelming, its grip like iron.

"Fuck this!" Allen delivered a swift kick into the statue's crotch, but his foot gave way to the stone and he only ended up injuring himself. Frowning, the statue lifted Allen effortlessly by his arms, leaning in to get a better look at his face. It regarded him with a mix or fury and curiosity, probably wondering who was intruding and what they wanted. Allen rained down more kicks, desperate to somehow break the statue's concentration and release him, but he soon found his legs in its grip as well.

Using all eight of its arms to ensure it never released him, the statue turned Allen around so he was facing away. He tried looking over his shoulder to get a view of whatever the statue was doing, but couldn't make much out. With one hand on each of his wrists and ankles, the statue spread Allen's body out and began to probe it with its free hands. His pants and shirt were torn off and discarded. He winced once when they came off and again when his pants hit the ground, hoping the jewel was still intact. Of course, he'd have to get out of this alive if that were to really matter.

The touch of four cold stone hands made him gasp; one on each leg and two crawling up his back. They squeezed at and rubbed his bare skin, at times with a bit more force than comfortable. As they moved along his body, he was surprised to find they all felt like actual hands. Had they not been freezing cold, he'd never been able to tell they were made of stone from touch alone.

It was at that moment Allen began to realize that statue probably hadn't been crafted after any woman, but instead was a woman—well, one with eight arms—turned to stone. Is that what the jewel did? Turned people to stone and made them mutants?

His train of thought was shattered when the statue's inspection brought its hands to his underwear.

"Hey!"

Two of the hands tore off his underwear while the other two began circling his waist. They moved faster now, as if animated by some sort of hunger. The statue suddenly pulled Allen in against its chest. He could feel its rock-hard nipples against his back and its chest rise and fall as if breathing. The circling hands eventually made it to Allen's cock, one grabbing the shaft with a firm grip and the other collecting his balls in its palm.

"HEY!"

What the fuck was this thing doing? It was giving his privates a hell of a lot more attention than any other part of his body. Had it been searching for them?

The hand on his shaft began pumping, a slow, deliberate motion up and down from his base to his tip. The touch was delicate for a stone hand, but strong enough to fully stimulate every inch of his cock with each stroke. Allen began breathing hard, staring at the hand pumping him. In a weird way—a really fucking weird way—this made sense. The statue was supposedly a symbol of sexuality. If he had somehow awoken it by removing the jewel, then the first thing it would seek out is, well, sex. He couldn't help but moan as the hand hit a good rhythm. If this was all the statue wanted, then he might as well relax and enjoy it, then let it move on to whatever. Maybe it'd even go back to sleep.

Allen bit his lip. He very much hoped it'd be done with him after this and wasn't some vengeful guardian planning on fucking him to death then taking the jewel back.

The hand holding his balls began to play with them, giving a light squeeze before rolling them around in its palm. Allen went limp in the statue's grasp, trying to make the most out of what it was giving him. Taking this as a symbol of acceptance, the statue moved its two other free hands to his hardness and began stroking, all four working in perfect rhythm with the others. Eyes going wide with pleasure, Allen gasped, arching his back and lifting his head. His member was painfully erect now, drowned in the attentions of the statue's four nimble hands. Stone hands—hell, any hands—should not feel this good! The hands' grips fluctuated, keeping Allen on the edge of his arousal and ensuring no part of him was left unattended. Two hands worked his shaft while another kneaded his tip and the last cupped his balls. Then they shifted, two on his tip, two on his shaft. Every time Allen thought they were sinking into a pattern, they would move, electrifying his cock with pleasure.

Allen's thoughts ran a mile a minute. Setting aside the absurdity of the idea of a stone statue coming to life to make him come, what the hell could come next? Was this thing smart enough to realize what was going on? Or was it just some simple-minded statue that fucks everything it sees? His eyes went to his discarded pants where the jewel peeked out of a pocket. What was that jewel, really? 

A surge of pleasure stole Allen's attention. His release approached and the hands moved as if they could sense it. All four went to his shaft and began a meticulous pumping, designed to milk the most out of his balls and bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. Seizing up, Allen grunted and thrust his hips forward into the furiously-working hands. One moved to his tip to catch each burst of semen, and when the one couldn't hold all of it, another joined. The two remaining hands continued to masturbate and milk Allen until he collapsed into the statue's grip, spent from the explosive orgasm.

He stared at the ground, wondering if the statue was done with him, now. Stars dancing in his eyes, he shuddered, shaking off the post-climax feeling. Whatever the statue wanted, it wasn't done yet. It still held him at the wrists and ankles. Looking back at the statue, Allen saw its cum-soiled hands down near its nethers. One hand full of semen slipped into its folds and the statue closed its eyes as if in pleasure.

Wait. What? This thing can feel pleasure, too? And what the hell is it...?

Liquid began dripping out of the statue's pussy. It didn't look anything like semen, which would mean...

"The statue came?"

It pulled its first hand out of its pussy and stuck the other cum-filled hand in. Allen saw its mouth curl into the slightest smile as the hand dug as deep as it could. Just the fact it was able to stick an entire hand up there was incredible enough to him.

His observation was interrupted when the statue's three free hands went back to his member and started stroking again. Allen's hips twitched, his shaft still sensitive from the last assault on it.

"H-hey there, I'm not sure—"

Somehow, the hands were getting him hard again. He could feel the familiar burning of arousal rising up within his loins and energy seeping back into his body. This had to be some sort of voodoo or magic that the statue or jewel possessed. There was no way he'd be ready for a round two so fast.

Or maybe the statue was just that good.

The statue turned Allen around, never allowing those three hands to leave his member. It wanted him primed and ready for whatever was next. Allen groaned and twisted in its grip, but not from a desire to escape. The grace and dexterity with which each finger played across his cock made his head spin.

One hand went to Allen's chin, lifting up his head to face the statue's. It was more than stone that gazed down upon him; a calm, yet pleased face, intelligence plain in its eyes. Its smooth cheeks dimpled just a bit with its slight smile.

This isn't an 'it'. This is a 'she'. That's not some mindless sex statue in those eyes.

Two of her hands left his member, wrapping around his back and pulling him up against her body. In this stance, Allen truly got to appreciate how much taller the statue was and how much broader her hips were. Her stomach and chest fluctuated against Allen's with each breath, her stone skin smooth yet firm to the touch. She brought his legs around her waist, showing incredible flexibility with her arms as she locked his ankles together behind her. She directed the tip of his cock to her lower entrance, then paused to look at Allen. Swallowing, he shifted his gaze between her face and his cock. Was she seriously wanting to...? With a stone body? Would that even work?

She hadn't pushed him all the way in, though. Like she was waiting for something. Allen fidgeted in her rigid grip, wondering what it was. She motioned to his cock.

"You're... asking?"

She didn't acknowledge the question. Those stone ears of hers must not work. From the look in her eyes, and the way she hesitated, Allen figured he wouldn't be crushed by going for it. This is ridiculous. Fucking ridiculous! But his dick was aching with arousal and a heaven of pleasure was not even an inch away. Biting his lower lip, he nodded. Hopefully his trust wasn't misplaced.




Passion and Lust 01



Slowly, she pulled him in. Her lower lips kissed his tip with the hard, chilly touch he knew, but as his member disappeared inside of her, his entire body tensed up. A powerful rush of pleasure crashed into his body like a wave against the shore. Her insides were real! Flesh! And as tight as Allen could fathom! He relaxed his hips, allowing the statue to do all the work, moving his body as she saw fit with her eight arms. Her vagina alone could've sucked Allen dry—the muscle control she had over it was impossible. It pulsed and grabbed at his cock with impeccable strength and rhythm, as if it knew exactly how to stimulate him best.

Each thrust blurred his vision and forced grunts out his throat. His thoughts could keep up with neither her devastating pace nor the array of pleasures with which her body assaulted him. He watched her face become more animated, fueled by the intensity of his bliss. Any thought of escaping this place and returning to the outside world were lost. Allen devoted his willpower to holding on, suppressing that growing urge to come, and squinted his eyes shut.

The statue wrapped Allen's arms around her and pulled his head onto her shoulder, grip tightening where her eight hands held him. Working his hips faster, the statue constricted on his member with such force his eyes flew open. She matched her rhythm to his, gyrating her hips in such a way that he hit every angle of her dripping pussy. Allen knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He hugged her close, her stone skin now warm and soft beneath his hands. The shoulder he rested his chin on was heating as well, but Allen hardly gave it a passing thought. His grunts grew louder, her relentless thrusts finally bringing him to the edge.

Gnashing his teeth, Allen drove his stiffness as deep as possible into the hungry statue, crying out as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot up his body. Seed spurted into the statue's eager pussy, Allen now a slave to its milking motions. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed forth, filling the statue to the point she began to leak. Even Allen was surprised with how long she was able to make him come, but eventually he relaxed, sighing as his member softened.

But the statue was not yet satisfied. Her arms slowed the pace at which she moved Allen in and out, but they did not stop. After a short rest, her soaking inner walls began pressing up against his cock as well.

"C'mon, lady," muttered Allen, "I can't give you what I don't have."

His statement fell on deaf ears. Allen tried to detach himself, but the statue strengthened her grip and pulled him in harder. Allen's strength was no match, not to mention he'd been exhausted from the previous orgasms.

"This is pointless. I can't—I can't..."

As if by some miracle, Allen started hardening. The moment he reached full erection, the statue sped up again, sending Allen barreling toward a third climax. He could hardly believe what was happening, but his body couldn't lie. Of course, now that he thought about it, statues coming to life is a little stranger than three straight rounds of sex. 

Bliss undulated his shaft, the statue's pussy still strong and eager. He had not the tenacity nor the willpower to resist the statue's workings. He squirmed in her grip—now warm instead of cold—but her grasp never faltered. His heart beat like a drum, one Allen feared would burst if this continued. Slapping sounds of Allen's crotch hitting the statue's mixed with moans and pants, echoing throughout the chamber.

The statue disarmed him with a sudden squeeze and hilting. He gasped as another orgasm rocked his body, feeding her what her body so viciously desired. Just as last time, she rode him through the entire climax, ensuring to drain every last spurt.

Utterly spent, Allen went limp in the statue's iron grip. Drool dribbled from his mouth and his head likely would've slumped off her shoulder had she not moved a hand to hold it in place. She also had the care to wipe the drool away, but to Allen's shock, she still wanted more.

Allen's protest was an incoherent mumble, his resistance nothing more than an errant twitch. But why would he want to escape, anyways? Her body was a perfected machine of ecstasy and she desired nothing more than to show him what it could do. Nothing Allen had ever experienced was like it and getting away was impossible. Why not enjoy it? The corners of Allen's mouth curled up into a goofy smile as he felt himself grow hard yet again. His eyelids grew heavy. His chest screamed for rest between his labored breathing and the strain on his heart. All he had to do was relax.

Coherent thought broke against the waves of pleasure that buffed his body. The slightest movement electrified Allen with rapture. Time slowed down in his heavenly prison. Each glorious thrust was like a million fireworks going off in his head and his member. When release finally found him again, all he could offer was a sigh.

Blackness took him.



~~~



And blackness released him.

Light seeped into Allen's eyes as he lazily opened them. His first thought questioned whether he was still alive or in the afterlife. Groaning, he tried to sit up, but his back and elbow protested with shocks of pain. Nope, not dead yet. Grabbing the injured elbow, he brought it up for a look. The long, dark bruise was still there, reminding him where he was and how he got there. He cursed to himself and dropped his arms to his sides. Stupidity. That's what brought him here. And then greed made things worse. He checked his pocket for the jewel, but came up with nothing. He found it a second later on the ground next to him and picked it up, looking at it in the glow of the fire. It must have released some kind of hallucinogen and knocked him out, because he could've sworn an eight-armed statue of a woman—a beautiful one, at that—fucked him unconscious.

Scrunching up his face, he shifted to look at the top of the stairs he lay at the base at. No statue. He shook his head. I've had plenty of shit for one day. I need to get home, take a long shower, and take a nap in my nice, comfortable bed. Then all this will just seem like a bad dream. He paused to rub his chin, thinking about the sex hallucination. Okay, only sorta bad.

With no small amount of effort, Allen got to his feet and pocketed the gem. If the statue wasn't real, that still left him with the problem of getting out of here. He considered the brazier next to him. It looked to stand a little over five feet, which might be enough. Couldn't know for sure without checking first, though. As he walked back toward the hole, he considered what his first action would be after getting out of here and taking a nap. Might have to stop by the gas station and get a pack of Marlboros. A long, sweet drag in the parking lot sounded hella good right now. After that, well, business. There was one gem appraiser that he'd gone to when first researching this jewel. He had given Allen an approximate value, maybe Allen could give him the chance to tell him a more exact number. A little reward for helping him in the first place.

Allen stepped into the room with the initial hole in the ceiling, then froze.

Facing the wall on his right, a rather tall woman stood inspecting the writing Allen noticed earlier. Just like in his hallucination, she had eight arms; two at her sides, two resting on her hips, two crossed in front of her and two following the writing as she read. Instead of a stone person, however, this was a full skin, muscle and bone woman. The accessories on her wrists and arms were no longer rock, either, but reflected tints of gold and silver. With the brazier in the room behind him and very little light coming from the hole in the ceiling, Allen couldn't make out much more.

For a moment, he hoped he was still seeing things.

"Hello?"

The woman stopped, turning her head toward Allen. She smiled at seeing him and her arms all fell into a relaxed position at her sides.

"Greetings." She started toward him in great strides, those thick, tall legs of her carrying her quickly across the room. When she stepped into the light coming off the brazier, he could make out more detail. Her skin was darker, an olive brown of a woman from further south. Her hair was impressively long, extending down past her shoulders, a dark brown that shone in the weak light. The smile she wore accentuated her smooth yet broad cheeks. Her nose wrinkled just a bit and her striking azure eyes held a touch of hopefulness with the rest of her gentle yet formal disposition.

Of course, gentle disposition or not, a six-and-a-half-foot woman was still intimidating. Allen took a half step back, swallowing before speaking.

"So, hi and everything. I assume you're not just a figment of my imagination?"

She reached out with one of her slender arms and pinched Allen on the shoulder.

He winced and touched the aching spot. "Guess that answers that."

Two pairs of her arms crossed underneath her ample bosom, accentuating her breasts as they spilt over her arms. Allen assumed it wasn't on purpose, as her face was now business.

"I assume, given the fact you dug straight here and you took the jewel, you have some idea of what this place is, correct?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking about. "Eh, no, not really. I mean, I knew what I was coming for, but not much else." The woman would be a little easier to talk to if she wasn't so damn attractive, not to mention her breasts were just slightly lower than eye level. And she's practically naked. And she just fucked him. And has eight arms. Alright, she's not easy to talk to at all.

"And how much is 'not much else'?" She rested a pair of hands on her hips. From her tone, she wasn't so thrilled with Allen's incursion.

"Well, heh, you see, I knew this place was devoted to a symbol of, uh, sexuality." He gulped, watching her face for a hint of further anger. "And that it probably had a very valuable gem. I was after the gem." Pulling it out of his pocket, it displayed it like a peace offering.

The woman snatched it out of his grasp and jabbed him in the chest with a finger. "You have no idea what you've done! What were you hoping to get out of this? Money?"

Allen bit his lip, the jab at his chest fueling his anger. "Hey, it ain't my job to know what the heck old-as-hell shit like that gem is supposed to do! I'm not exactly living the life here, and that thing was my ticket to better days!"

She opened her mouth to rebuke him, but instead shook her head, lower her arms and sighing. "I'm sorry. I seem to be somewhat irritable at the moment. And I owe you an apology. Why don't we have a seat by the brazier as we talk? The cold doesn't do much to me, but I can tell it's already having an effect on you."

Allen regarded her a moment before realizing he had goosebumps crawling up his arms. Reluctantly he nodded, rubbing his arms. The woman gestured toward the flame, placing four hands on Allen's back and lightly guiding him back to it as they walked over. She sat down on the steps, touching the ground next to her, asking Allen to sit down. He complied, but not without putting a little extra distance between himself and the woman. She leaned back, putting four arms behind her for support, two in her lap and two at her sides. It was oddly fascinating for Allen to watch her function with the extra limbs. She communicated relaxation with the arms behind her, calmness with the arms in her lap, and a touch of curiosity and concentration with the arms at her sides. He wondered what it would feel like to have eight arms himself. Would certainly help with multitasking.

"I see my many limbs are an object of interest for you."

Blinking, Allen caught her eyes and shook his head. "Oh, sorry, no, I didn't mean anything by it. But yeah, it's not something you see every day."

"Relax. I took no offense. And, as I said, I owe you an apology." She shot him a smile, but Allen remained wary.

"Forgive me for not relaxing in this particular situation." He shifted around and took his lighter out of his pocket, twiddling with it. "What exactly were you going to apologize for?"

"My method of greeting you. When I was still made of stone. It was... abrupt, to say the least and not the most comforting of encounters for you. Please understand, I do not mean to make an excuse for myself, but had I not copulated quickly after—"

"Can you at least cut the 'proper' vocabulary? It's a little annoying."

"I'm sorry, I'm not what you might call adept with your language, yet."

The lighter stopped and Allen turned to the woman. "You sound pretty 'adept' to me."

She closed her eyes, crossing a pair of arms over her chest. "That leads me back to my apology. I'm sorry I—fucked? Is that the best word?—you so suddenly and melded with your brain."

"Well, I gotta admit—wait, melded with my brain?" Allen grabbed at his head, checking for holes. "What the hell did you do?"

"Again, I do not mean to excuse myself, but in order to return to the form I am in now, I needed to have sex with someone. I also recognized your attire was odd and my surroundings were nothing like when I went to sleep, so I chose to look into your thoughts to learn your language and 'get caught up', so to speak."

"So you brain-fucked me, too."

Her eyes rolled up, wracking her brain for an answer. "That... sounds accurate."

"Did you mess anything up while you were in there? 'Cause if I find I'm suddenly an Eagles fan..."

She waved a hand in dismissal. "No. I was merely an observer. I modified nothing."

"Well, shit." Allen leaned forward, bringing his knees to his chest and staring at the lighter. The sex, well, that could've ended a bit sooner, but he was still alive and it felt pretty damn good. No harm done. He found himself a bit more upset about the mind-fucking than anything else. She could've gotten into his memories, the more private ones, ones he wasn't so thrilled to dreg up. How much did she already know about him? How much of a disadvantage was he at? Shaking his head, he glanced over at her, seeing if she gave anything away in her posture. He saw a touch of hesitation, but nothing more. What really fucked with him was the whole situation. Statues coming to life? That jewel being something more than just a jewel? And who was this woman, anyways?

He rubbed his scalp with his hands. No, there's one thing he came here for. The rest didn't matter.

"Give me the jewel, and we're even."

"I can't do that."

"What kinda apology is it if you're not trying for forgiveness at all? What I came here for was the jewel. Any sort of inconvenience you gave me doesn't matter as long as I walk outta here with that thing."

Frowning, she brought the jewel in front of her, holding it tight. "You don't know what you've done by removing it. I have a duty to set things right again, and that includes the use of this. You cannot have it."

Allen gripped his lighter harder, flicking it on. "Well, why don't you enlighten me?"

She regarded Allen with narrowed eyes, then put the jewel down. "Yes, why don't I. But first I should tell you my name. It will help in explaining things. I am Nel-Vallae, though you may call me Nel."

"I like Val better."

A few of her hands twitched at the statement. "Very well. Val. In my time, many, many years before this age, I was Passion. I still am, though that title means little now. I governed the realms of arousal and sex with my sister, Lust. We were—are—like ying and yang, maintaining the human population by ensuring they always had healthy drives. I—"

"Okay, hold your shit right there, lady. I'll admit, I'm a little more open to crazy stuff after actually seeing you transform from statue to human and watch you operate those eight arms of yours, but you're telling me you're a... a god of sex? And you have a sister? C'mon."

"This would be quicker if I placed the knowledge directly into your brain." She moved as if to stand, but Allen scooted away, throwing up his hands.

"Hey! No! No more screwing with my head."

"Very well. But you are going to need to work with me."

Allen put a hand on his forehead and grumbled. "Fine. Fine. I'll go along with this for now. But you're still just a really old eight-armed woman to me. Who happens to be tall as a tower and used to be a statue."

Rolling her eyes, Val continued her story, though not without a hint of annoyance. "Earlier in humanity's lifetime, they were watched over by spirits—not gods or goddesses, as you suggested. I am the aspect of attraction involving character traits and intensity of arousal. My sister, Lust, is the aspect involving physical traits and flavor of desires. We cooperated for a long time, watching over everyone, tweaking things where necessary."

"'Tweaking'?"

"Yes. Some people would have unhealthily powerful drives which I could soothe. Some people would feel their relationships wither with dullness, and my sister would be able to instill new desires to breathe life into their union. I helped guide people to their best matches, Lust would ensure their bodies matched as well. We also, well... while we were seen as symbols, that did not mean we were without our own desires. In fact, our appetites were the strongest of anyone's. Luckily, the problem had worked itself out. Many would come to us and we would happily help them find relief." Val's head hung low. "That is, until Lust decided she wanted more."

"What did she do?"

"With the number of people coming to us, there was no need to seek satisfaction elsewhere, but Lust did so anyways. She would slip into a disguise, deceive people into having sex with her, and disappear. Now, had that been her only offense, there may had been a simple solution. But she began shirking her duties in favor of amusement. She would make partners suddenly crave more depraved flavors of sex. She dramatically shifted attraction to members of the same sex, which led to an alarming drop in births. She sought to explore her own sexuality at the expense of others, and I could not let it stand." Shaking her head, Val turned to Allen. "But we were equals. And not only that, one would not function without the other. I needed a way to stop her while allowing her role to be continued. The first thing I tried, of course, was to talk sense into her. Make her see what she was doing, appeal to what sense of selflessness she used to have, but it was to no avail. So I created this."

She picked up the jewel and held it to the light of the brazier. "The Binding Stone. Created of the heart of the Earth, of humans, of my sister, and myself. It had a dual purpose: imprison my sister, and broadcast the necessary urges into people in her absence. In order to imprison her, however, I had to act as an anchor of sorts and hold her in imprisonment. The Stone was our replacement. I tricked my sister, weakened her, and in her moment of weakness affixed this Stone to my forehead. Our bodies were turned to stone, our souls cast out into a timeless limbo." She stared into the jewel as if it might begin speaking to her. "I still wonder if I should regret it."

"If you ask me, she sounded like kind of an asshole."

She jerked her head in Allen's direction and narrowed her eyes, a grimace on her face. "She was my sister, regardless of her actions. Something had to be done, yes, but there might have been another way."

"Are you sure?"

"No, hence lies the difficulty." Val stood up, gripping the jewel in two hands while the others curled to fists. "But perhaps now you realize the dilemma you have created."

Allen flicked his lighter a few more times, pausing to cough several times into his sleeve. "She's free now, isn't she."

"Yes."

"Sorry if this seems like an obvious question, but can't you just put that jewel back on your forehead and trap her again?"




Passion and Lust 01



"No. I am still weak from the revival, too weak to form the prison again. That, and I would need to overpower Lust's will, which would not be possible unless I caught her unprepared or already weakened. She knows my plan now, and will take measures to ensure she is not."

Grunting, Allen tossed his lighter across the room. A fuckload of work for nothing. No hundred mil, not even the measly cash for a statue. The location of this structure, whatever it may be, might be worth something to someone, but likely nothing more than a pittance. And to top it off, he'd apparently released some malevolent sex-spirit or some shit. Allen got to his feet, hands forming fists as he walked over to his fallen lighter. This is so fucking stupid! Leaning down, he picked it up again to throw it at another wall, harder this time. Fat lot of help that lighter was. He would've been better of just yelling for help under that hole. He stomped on over to the lighter and raised his foot to smash it.

A hand darted out and grabbed his leg, halting his rampage. Another three went to his back to help him keep balance.

"Please, sir, you should relax. This isn't going to solve your problems." Her tone had changed from the all-business woman he heard earlier. She was gentler now, soothing.

"No, but it'll make me feel better. And don't call me 'sir'. My name's Allen." He tried stomping again, but Val's strength far surpassed his own. She moved him away from the lighter, picking it up with a spare hand and offering it to him.

"Things may not be as bad as they seem, Allen."

"Yeah?" He snatched the lighter out of her hand. "Care to explain how that might be? Cause things look pretty crappy from here. I've got a dead-end job to look back to, not to mention I'm sore and have some nasty bruises to deal with at work tomorrow. Oh, yeah, and it's in the dead of the night. I'm not gonna get any sleep. Now you're telling me I can't cash in on that jewel, the one thing I've been looking forward to for years, and there might be some ancient, crazy slut on the loose who could eventually bring the population to a standstill." Allen's eyes flicked toward the exit. "Can't forget the fact there's no way out of here, either, unless you've got the strength to toss a full-grown man up that hole."

Val took Allen's ranting without a slight frown, keeping her face even, eyes concerned, and arms crossed as he went on. When he finished, she took a glance at the hole. "I do, in fact. Easily."

He threw his head back with a roaring guffaw, slapping his thigh as he laughed. "You? Just 'cause you've got eight arms doesn't mean you have the strength of eight men. Or women, in your case."

"Oh?" An amused smirk grew on her face and she raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Why don't we see?"

"You're serious? Oh, god, this is great! Sure, sure, let's see. But I get to laugh as hard as I want when you fail. And you have to catch me when I don't make it out."

"Those are agreeable conditions. If I succeed, I gain the right to laugh at you."

Allen shook his head, walking over to the hole. He took another good look at it. The edge was still a good fifteen or twenty feet above his head. Nah, there was no way she'd be able to toss him that high. When her many hands grasped him and she leaned back in a throwing posture, however, he had to swallow down a rising nervousness. "Hey, uh, you sure you can catch me?"

Val only smiled.

With a "ha!", she lurched forward, throwing Allen at an alarming speed upward. Shit! He clenched his teeth, crying out as the hole rushed up at him. He cleared the top but didn't go much further. The power behind Val's throw was perfect. He landed without incident on his feet, standing still and patting himself to make sure he was still in one piece. The abandoned building was graciously familiar after all those hours stuck in the ruins. Shit. Spinning around, he leaned over the edge of the hole, making out a grinning Val down below.

"Uh, I'm okay. But how're you...?"

She thrust her arms into the air and they grew, extending a shocking length to where her hands could grasp the edges of the hole. Her knuckles went white as she pulled herself up, muscles animating with the effort. Just like Allen, her momentum carried her high enough for her to land on her feet safely outside the hole.

"Duuhh... how did—?"

She tossed him a playful smile and chuckle. "I am a spirit, remember? Did you not think I would have some freedom with this body of mine?"

"That's fucking cheating. And if you could just do the Stretch Armstrong thing, why didn't you lift me out of there like that?"

"Because you asked to be thrown."

Grumbling, Allen grimaced and bit his lip.

"I believe this is where I get to laugh."

Putting all eight hands on her hips, Val chuckled, a light and genuine laughter. It was a taunting melody, ringing throughout the building in a night that held little else. Allen turned around, crossing his arms and enduring it as best he could.

He decided her laughter was annoying.

Luckily for him, Val was not one to drag things out. She ended her laughter by placing two hands on her stomach, shaking her head and grinning. "I have not had a laugh like that in a good long while. Thank you for putting up with me."

"Eh, that was the deal, right?" Allen turned around, determined to be grumpy, but her grin stole his annoyance away.

Now back on the surface, Allen realized what a big deal an eight-armed woman would be. Extremely skimpy clothing, too. Not that he minded, of course. Her height was odd, too, but that was at least acceptable.

"So, do you have some way to hide those extra arms? 'Cause they're gonna stand out. In a bad way."

"Hmmm." Val brought up her extra arms to look them wistfully. She closed her eyes a moment, and Allen saw all six of them vanish. Looking over to Allen, she held up her two remaining arms, twiddling her fingers. "Is this good?"

"Y-yeah. Are they really...?" He walked over to Val and moved his hand to the place where her extra arms were a moment ago. At least, he tried, until six invisible hands all grasped his reaching arm. He jerked back, letting out a soft whoop. Val chucked at him and he shot her a sneer in response. "Okay, so still there, just not visible."

"Yes. I could retract them as well, but I'm used to their presence. Invisible is preferred."

"Whatever. It's your weird body. But you're going to have to cover up more than that. A cop sees you, you're in trouble."

"I can do that." Closing her eyes again, she waved her hands over her body and clothing appeared, a plain t-shirt and jeans like Allen was wearing. Val opened her eyes and presented herself for critique.

"Good enough. It's a little weird to see a chick like you in just a t-shirt, though."

"'A chick like me?'"

Allen gestured to her. "Well, yeah. You're pretty good-looking. Usually hot chicks wear stuff that shows off their bodies more. Dresses, or tops that hug their curves close." When Val raised an eyebrow at him, he shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not some fashion designer. Do whatever."

She batted her eyelashes at him. "You think I'm hot?"

He waved an arm at her. "Oh, come off it! You're a spirit of sex! Of course your body is attractive!"

"Ooo, I could use a strong man to hold this... alluring frame of mine," she said, drawing out her speech as she sauntered over to Allen.

He pushed her back, cheeks flushing. "Why are you all catty all of a sudden? Don't you have some business to take care of?"

Sighing, her face went back to the formal presentation he was more used to. "Sorry. The laughter got me a little loopy. As I said, it's been a while."

"It's not that I minded. Just weird to see you like that."

"Of course. And you are right. I do have business I need to attend to." She held out her hand. "It was a pleasure."

"Yeah, pleasure," Allen said, giving it a good shake. "So, good luck. With the whole evil sister thing."

"She's not evil."

"Tomahto. Anyways, later."

Allen spun on his heel and walked away, dragging his footsteps and listening for Val's own. The old building echoed his exit alone until another set of footsteps began pattering away. He paused at the door, leaning on it.

You know you've gotta ask if she's got a place to stay, right? And you know she doesn't so you have to offer yours. That's how this goes.

Allen clenched his fist. He didn't want to get caught up with all this spirit business. She'd taken that jewel away from him, too. And done the whole mind-fuck thing.

He hit the doorframe as if the pain could snap him out of his thoughts. She wasn't exactly unpleasant to be around, though. He'd been able to make her laugh and as annoying as it might of sounded, Allen had to admit he had a soft spot for girls who would laugh at his antics. With her being a statue for so long, she'd probably be lost on her own. She may have gotten something out of Allen's head, but that couldn't have been enough to complete her mission without running into trouble. Heck, she about ran off with all eight arms still showing. Allen couldn't help but blush when he thought about the sex. That was certainly something he'd never experienced before and would likely never encounter again.

Allen glanced back at her, watching her put more distance between them. It would be such a big risk to bring her home. She had trouble written all over her.

Oh, stop kidding yourself. You've known her for all of a few hours and you're already crushing on her.

Spinning around, Allen jogged off toward Val. "Hey, wait up!"



Passion and Lust 02



"This thing moves disturbingly fast," Val said, bracing herself against the dash and door with several of her hands.

"That's what the seatbelt's for."

"I am wearing it, as you instructed, and this is still most uncomfortable."

"These things are pretty safe. You shouldn't worry." It didn't help she was a tall, muscular woman. She hardly fit in the sedan front seat.

"It is not the prospect of injury that alarms me. This body can take quite a bit of punishment. I simply do not like not being in control."

"Well, maybe I can teach you to drive. Later. For now, stop fidgeting in your seat! It's distracting."

Her fidgeting lessened, but only slightly. Luckily, they were almost at Allen's place. Allen gripped the wheel harder and let out a long breath. Hopefully she wasn't disgusted or disappointed by the measly apartment he called a home. From the bracers and wristbands on her arms, she looked to be used to much more luxurious accommodations. It would make sense that a spirit of her station would get special treatment.

A hundred other questions ran through Allen's head. Where would she sleep? Would he need to find long-term lodging? How could he pay for food for two people? Would she be bitchy about the place? What if the apartment management stopped by and she was kicked out? What if the government found out? Allen forced the heavy thoughts from his head as he pulled up into one of the tiny parking spots in front of his apartment complex. A bout of rough coughs escaped his throat, giving him pause before getting out of the car. He'd deal with those things as they came.

Val wasted no timed escaping the small metal prison of Allen's car, taking a deep breath as she stepped out. The car door closed of its own accord behind her, making Allen wince. She must've used one of her invisible hands. Hopefully that was a habit she could break herself of before it got her—no, wait, them—into trouble. Allen was part of this now.

"C'mon, Val, my place is this way."

She walked alongside him as they made their way to his apartment. Val took in her surroundings like someone dying of thirst would water. "Each of these doors is a separate dwelling?" she asked.

"Yeah. Some are bigger than others, but the approximate size is the same."

"What sort of variations are there?"

Allen slowed, raising an eyebrow at Val. "Didn't you learn all this from me already?"

"I endeavored to only read what was absolutely necessary. I learned of cars and apartment complexes, for example, but I did not research many specifics, such as the layout of an apartment."

"There are just two types of layouts in this building: studio and 2-bedroom apartments. Mine's a studio, since I don't have a roommate. Pretty basic stuff. Here." Allen stopped. 212. Home sweet home. He fumbled with his keys, moving them toward the lock. Before he could get them in, though, he dropped them, cursing to himself. He started to bend down to pick them up, but found them floating up to his hand before he could. Val flashed a smile at him when he looked at her. Mumbling a thanks, he finally got the keys in and opened the door, hurrying Val in.

Quickly locking the apartment door behind him, Allen scrambled to clean up a few minor things while Val was looking elsewhere. This was hardly the way to introduce a lady to his place, but the circumstances were extreme. It would have to do.

The studio apartment boasted a long, albeit not very wide entry room doubling as a bedroom. To the right, immediately after the door, was Allen's aging double bed, covered with a thick, black comforter and white sheets underneath. At the foot of the bed lied a desk, one Allen had bumped his toes on too many times getting up in the morning. His dusty computer and monitor sat on the desk next to his 36" TV. His couch occupied the opposite wall, rivulets for three of Val's invisible hands forming across it as she walked by. It probably smelled of nachos; Allen knew he didn't clean it as much as he should. At the end of the entry room, a window let the moonlight and sounds of passing cars in. It was just high enough on the wall Allen had to stand uncomfortably on his toes to see out it well and sunlight hit his eyes when he got up in the morning. Allen never forgave the building architect that.

To the left were doors for his bathroom and kitchen, as well as his closet. His poor closet was stuffed with clothes, a mystery to Allen given he didn't have enough money to shop for clothes often and the closet itself wasn't really that small. It was almost like the clothing reproduced on its own.

Allen pointed at Val's invisible arms where they touched his couch. "You know you can't be doin' that out in the open. People see stuff levitating and they'll start asking questions."

"Yes, that wouldn't be prudent. I will try to avoid using my extra arms in public. And you're welcome about the keys."

Val walked around the small boding with a slow, even stride, rocking back and forth along the balls of her feet as she inspected the place.

"What is this?" asked Val, pointing into the kitchen.

"Refrigerator. Keeps things cold. That right there is the oven. Makes things hot. Sink, dishrack, cabinets, yadda yadda." He went over the kitchen tour quickly, then pulled her to the next thing. Might as well make this fast. "Bathroom. I hope you learned how to use that from your mind-fuck cause I sure as hell ain't laying it out for you. Toilet, sink, shower," he said, pointing to each as he spoke. "Over here is the closet. Clothes and other boring things in there. Then out here's the bed, the couch, and the TV."

"I am familiar with the TV as it functions, but not the significance of having one."

"It kills time and entertains me. People have 'em for different reasons. Sometimes, people come over and we watch it together. Social thing."

Val put a hand to her chin and nodded, staring at the TV a moment before looking to Allen. "Is this place private? I would like to relax my other arms. It is somewhat uncomfortable to hold all of them invisible against my stomach."

He walked over to the blinds on the single small window looking in and closed them, nodding to Val. "Now it is."

Sighing, Val allowed her arms to become visible again. The clothing on her disappeared as well, now back to the thin strips of silk that left little to the imagination. Allen caught himself staring wide-eyed at her figure and looked away before she noticed. He forgot what clothing—or lack thereof—could do for a woman, eight arms or not. Her long legs were like tree trucks, ending in astounding hips that Allen figured could break a door down if Val shook them at one. Her hourglass figure screamed femininity and salacity, almost as if it was asking for Allen to adore it. When he recalled how quickly and efficiently her body had gotten him off earlier, his heart began to race.

"So, listen, it's pretty damn late and I have to go to work tomorrow. Actually, in four hours. I'd love to be a more accommodating host but things just don't work out that way when I've got bills to pay. It's Friday, so after work I can help you with whatever, assuming you need help. I'm going to take a quick shower then I'm going to sleep. Questions?"

Val crossed three sets of arms under those bountiful breasts of hers, pursing her lips then shaking her head. "Nothing that can't wait."

"Good. Help yourself to whatever. I don't really know how much you know already. Don't break anything."

Allen rushed off to the bathroom, pajamas in hand, and closed the door a bit harder than he meant to. He scrambled to turn the water on and hopped in right away, not caring about the initially-cold stream hitting his aching body. Once the curtain was closed and the water warmed up a bit, he finally allowed himself some respite.

Looking down to his aching erection, he frowned. Living with her, no matter how long or short, would be hard, especially if she insisted on that silk 'clothing' that hardly covered anything and revealed those eight finely-toned, slender, dexterous arms. He could picture that moment, back in the ancient underground room, her four hands massaging and stroking his cock with perfect attention and skill. No handjob had any right feeling that good, sex-spirit or not.

Letting the warm water beat down on his back, Allen started relieving himself with his hand, leaning on the shower wall, eyes closed, imagining Val's hand down there instead of his. It was the quickest fap of his life. He erupted into the bathtub, stifling a grunt as he finished. Watching the warm clean his release into the drain, he thought about asking Val. Considering her position and the appetite she spoke of earlier, it seemed kind of silly for Allen to be masturbating when there was a woman—and absolutely stunning and well-experienced woman—in his apartment not ten feet away. She'd probably find a way to enjoy it even more than Allen would.

Shaking his head, Allen went back to showering. Sex was her damn job. She probably got plenty of it when she wanted to, and he didn't want her thinking she'd have to start 'taking care' of him that way. She was a guest.

When he came out of the bathroom in his pj's, he saw Val toying with the TV remote and the screen showing only static. He found himself grinning at seeing her try, with four hands on the remote, to fix whatever she'd screwed up. Hearing the bathroom door open, Val turned to Allen. She unsuccessfully hid a smile at his attire.

"What is that?"

"These, my dear Val, are fuzzy Batman pajamas. Don't be dissin'."

Her lips sputtered as a laugh forced its way out her mouth. "They are silly."

"I know jealousy when I hear it. Now off the couch, I'm going to sleep."

Val furrowed her brow in confusion. "Why would you not sleep on the bed?"

"One, because the couch is way too small for you, and two, because guests always get the bed, especially when they're women. Now up."

Val stood up, but didn't move away. "The bed looks large enough for the both of us."

"It probably is, but people who don't know each other very well or aren't otherwise involved don't sleep together on the same bed. So you get the bed, I get the couch."

She shook her head. "Nonsense. Your body is aching and there's plenty of room for us on the bed. Unless you would object to it?"

Oh, yes, my body is aching for something alright. Allen put his hands on his hips. "What are you, my mom?"

In a contest of hands-on-hips, Val easily won when she placed all eight on hers. She leaned in, using her height to her advantage. "Do you object?"

Grinding his teeth, Allen looked away, unable to defeat Val. "I guess not. But it's still not the socially—"

Val, quite tired with the discussion of what was acceptable or not, walked behind Allen, wrapped her arms around him, picked him up and laid in the bed with him. With her strength and her height, she had no trouble, though her feet hung off the end of the bed. She slipped a pair of arms over Allen's shoulders, letting them slide against his neck as her hands wandered down his chest. Another pair of hands felt up his thighs, coming to rest after giving them a light massage. Allen could hear his heart thumping like a parade inside his ears. Normally, he might object to being the small spoon, but in his current state and given Val's body size advantage, he let it go. He didn't want Val to see his throbbing stiffness, lest she think he was some sort of mindless sex-driven beast. Once was enough for tonight. He needed to gather his strength, anyways.

But her pillowy breasts were pushed up against his back, her smooth legs shifted back and forth with a quiet rubbing, whispering to Allen how it might feel to run his hand up and down them, or how it might feel to have his cock suffocate in their embrace. A pair of her hands rested right to the side of his crotch while another sat right above. Even her breath lured him in, a sweet, heavy scent against the stale air of his apartment. His cock begged for attention. He shifted his head, trying to get a look at Val. Could she see it from where she was? Or was she already trying to sleep?

Clenching his mouth shut, Allen put his hands over his member. No. Not tonight.

A tear fell from his eye.

Falling asleep took almost an hour.

~~~

The alarm greeting Allen with its gracious, welcome blaring, a horn that pierced his throbbing head. With a most graceful groan and lurch, Allen got up to hit the snooze, hitting his toes on the desk in the process.

"Damnit!"

"Is your waking always so violent?"

Allen shot Val a grimace and hopped out of the bed. "Morning ain't the time for sass. I need my morning nectar."

"'Morning nectar?'" Val asked, rising as well and following Allen into the kitchen.

"Here."

Allen gestured to the coffee pot, filled with fresh coffee and piping hot. Closing his eyes, he hovered his nose over it. A wide, albeit drowsy smile covered his face. "Gift from the gods."

"But I told you they were spirits, not—"

"It's an expression, Val. And don't worry so much about being technically correct at six a.m."

"What is so special about this time of day?"

Allen held himself back, instead allowing a long, heavy sigh out his lungs. She's new here. She doesn't understand. Don't go ballistic. Looking through blurred, groggy vision, Allen spotted a mug and poured his coffee. The immaculate scent of life fuel filled his nostrils, giving him the patience to finally turn around and face Val.

She was smirking.

How absolutely fantastic. My new roommate is a tease in the morning. Allen's grip on the mug threatened to break it, his once-calm demeanor degenerating into a dark scowl. Try as he might, though, he couldn't bring himself to do anything more than stand there with coffee in hand.

"Had I the strength to throw a punch, know that it would have already landed right on your nose."

"Please, do try. The attempt would amuse me."

Taking a deep breath, Allen raised his gaze to the ceiling. You have coffee in your hand. Think about the good coffee, not the annoying prat standing in front of you. That's right. Coffee. Allen took a long sip from his mug, the bitter, fiercely-hot liquid sloshing down his throat. Energy seeped into his veins, giving him the concentration to nudge Val out of the way and walk over to his closet.

"I really hope you're not like this all the time. I may end up having to kill you," he said, rummaging around for some work clothes.

"It's odd to take someone in and then threaten to kill them the next day."

"Well, usually roommates are more appreciative. Especially freeloading ones."

Val said nothing, giving Allen the time to stumble around and get his clothes on. He checked the time. Five thirty. He'd make it in just in time. His boss preferred he come in a little early, but he hated making his boss happy. In a daze, Allen stuffed his pockets with keys, phone and wallet then chugged the rest of his mug.

"May I have some of that 'morning nectar' you seem to value so?"

Allen rushed by her, grabbing a thermos and filling it. "Yeah, I never drink all of it anyways. Just don't spill it on anything and if you burn your tongue, tell me so I can laugh at you."

"Thank you."

Allen buzzed back into the main room and threw his coat on. "Alright, I'll be gone for eight hours. Same as last night: do what you want, but don't break anything. And I really don't suggest leaving on your own. There's a ton of stuff you don't know about the world."

"Are you concerned for me?"

Allen's rhythm skipped a step and he almost stumbled. He hadn't really thought about that. Blushing, he turned away and made like he was checking his phone, hoping Val didn't catch that. "I'm part of all whatever this is with your sister now. I concerned about myself. You make yourself known out there, she'll find me and do whatever it is she'll do. I don't want that." Not allowing Val a chance to ask anything more, he ducked out the door, saying "Bye." before closing and locking it.

Today's gonna be a long day.

~~~

Long didn't even begin to describe it.

"Five minutes late, Allen. You know I keep telling you to come in early because you never get morning shelving done before the morning crowd."

Lips trembling in an effort to keep from snarling at his boss, Allen continued to load the cart. Fucking morning crowd almost never needs it finished.

"And that sets you behind on the afternoon work, which sets you behind on end-of-shift work. Do you see the pattern here?"

Allen swore he could feel steam rising from his skin as his blood boiled. Through some inhuman means of self-control, he muttered a neutral, "Yes, sir." He knew better than to give Jesse lip. Last guy that did that was fired in a heartbeat.

"Oh! Great! I'm glad I'm talking to a person here. Then you should have no trouble keeping a schedule so we don't have to have this conversation again, right, Allen?"

His grip on the books tightened. Good thing there's not much a strong grip can do to books, else the library would be a seeing a lot of lost material from Allen. "Right." The smallest drop from his lake of fury dripped into his tone.

"I hope I didn't hear disrespect there, Allen."

Fucker even uses my name ever other sentence. I know who you're talking to, idiot!

"You did not, sir." This stress was going to take a significant act of vandalism to relieve. Maybe the building next to where he was digging last night. There were plenty of windows left to break there. Drywall, too.

"Good. I'll be checking up on you again in the afternoon to see how you're doing. Don't disappoint me, Allen."

"Yes. Sir."

Only when Jesse had closed the door behind him did Allen allow himself to throw the book in his hand at the ground. The little shitstain that was Jesse had been his boss for over two years now and part of the reason he'd begun researching the jewel. The only reason he had a job as manager was because his old man was one of the guys that ran the place. Course, large county libraries like this one were supposed to be public entities, but there was always someone at the top making mountains of dough off it. Had Allen ever gotten the chance to meet the guy, he'd probably hit him with a solid right hook, then kick his balls while he was down. Making money was fine, but hiring your dumbass kids just because they're your kids... Allen fucking hated that.

He started coughing, covering his mouth as best he could, wishing Jesse were still here. Maybe a few coughs his way would repel him for a little while.

He went about his work, rolling the cart through the never-ending rows of books, being as polite as he could possibly manage to everyone he encountered. Lucky for him, the library didn't get many visitors until eight or nine, giving him a couple hours of peace to recoup from the encounter with Jesse. Today was particularly nasty, though, given he knew the jewel was forever out of his reach and he'd be stuck here indefinitely unless he wanted to live out in the streets.

Stopping the cart, he looked down, despair holding his face. This wasn't the plan at all. He went to college to be something more than a peon shelving books and keeping records. Maybe he wasn't the most ambitious guy in the world, but he wanted more than this. He wanted comfort and co-workers who didn't walk all over him. That's not to much to ask, is it?

As he shelved the next book, he paused, looking at the section he stood in. 'History -- Superstition'. The same place he'd been visiting many times in his research on the jewel. It had taken him about a year to find something worth pursuing and another to narrow down its possible location. Maybe he could find something else worth searching for in here. Crossing his arms, he thought about Val. It's possible the books here could help her out as well, maybe figure out where her sister's stone statue was placed. Heck, if she was buried like Val was, there may not even be a way out. She could be stuck in a cage of earth and stone until Val and him came and put her back where she belonged.




Passion and Lust 02



Dragging his feet, Allen went back to the cart and pushed it towards its next location. It couldn't be easy for Val to do that to her sister, even as evil—yes, she was evil whether Val admitted it or not—as she was. A little help from Allen might go a long ways.

Somehow, Allen's wearied, numb and sore body managed to catch things up. When afternoon came around, Allen had just gotten back on track. Jesse still found something to be condescending about, but at least it was bearable. Had Jesse gone on another full rant, Allen didn't know if he'd be able to hold himself back.

He wondered what Val was doing back home. Messing with his remote? Weighing the option of leaving his apartment? Burning her tongue on coffee? Allen grinned when the thought of Val cooking entered his mind. With the limited utensils at his house, she'd probably either get halfway through it before giving up or burn the whole thing. He couldn't deny a twitch of nervousness, though, whether it was for the good of his apartment or for her own safety, he couldn't tell.

She was half-playful, half-serious, like oil and water that somehow mixed to make a coherent person. Or spirit.

Shaking his head, Allen got back to his work, scanning the books returned yesterday. He'd have to take a look in the history section before heading back home. Wasn't much, but it was all he had to offer.

~~~

Just like in the early morning, Allen couldn't keep his hand steady as he moved the key toward the lock. He'd never had this problem before. Was it the lack of sleep? Grumbling, Allen set down the books he'd checked out and held the key with both hands. It wasn't much better, but it did the trick. The wonderful sound of his door unlocking clunked throughout the hallway and Allen smiled as he opened the door.

"Val?"

The scene that greeted Allen caught him between falling over laughing and dropping his books in shock. Val was on the computer typing something in with the strangest technique he'd ever seen. Instead of learning how to use the keyboard properly, Val had settled back on the old 'hunt-and-peck' method, hitting each key with her pointer fingers. Only, having eight hands meant she could use seven of them to hunt and peck while keeping one on the mouse. Val looked over and caught him staring, nodding a welcome.

"Good evening. You looked tired."

Remembering he didn't want anyone seeing Val with all eight arms out, Allen spun around and closed the door, sliding the lock into place before dumping the books on his bed. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, walking closer to get a good look at her typing technique.

"I'm using the computer. You said it was alright."

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I mean with your hands. Why are you using seven hands to type? This thing was made for two."

She shrugged. "Is this not more efficient? And why should I not use the assets I have available?"

"You might be typing faster, but there's no way that's efficient. Here, do it like this," he said, pushing her hands away and placing his on the keyboard's home row. She stared intently at his demonstration. "If you do it this way, like it was designed, you can type just as fast and only need two hands for it."

He typed a few example words to show how to move her fingers, watching her nod in acknowledgement. As he continued, a few of her now-free hands wandered over to Allen's body, touching his stomach and lower back. Her purpose sat vaguely between 'comforting' and 'arousing'. Allen about told her to knock it off, but for all he knew she was just teasing him again.

"Alright, got it?"

"I believe so."

"Great." He stepped away, Val's hands leaving his body as he walked to the closet to hang up his jacket. "I brought something from the library. Something you might be interested in. I'm not sure on the specifics of your history with your sister, but those books could have some useful information, like where she was put after the imprisonment."

Val stood up, picking up a book in each of her hands and inspecting them one at a time. "Thank you. There are a couple here that may be of use."

"Welcome." Allen shuffled over to the kitchen. He rarely got to each lunch at work, both a combination of lack of time and lack of money, which left him starving.

"The library... I heard you mention it once before. Is it where you work?"

Allen frowned, pausing as he pulled out dishes. His job wasn't exactly a point of pride. "Yes." No need to go into details.

"Is it far?"

"Thirty minutes far. Though thirty minutes to you probably doesn't mean the same as thirty minutes to me."

"And that is where you learned about the Binding Stone, correct?"

This was drifting more from casual talk to an interrogation, though Allen couldn't tell whether it was from Val's lack of social awareness or her devotion to getting this problem fixed. "Yes. Book caught my eye while I was shelving. Happens every now and then."

"Is it one of these?" Allen heard the shuffle of turning pages in the other room.

"Would've been, if we still had it. Got lost a while back."

"That is unfortunate."

"A real bummer. Can we not talk about work when I'm not at work? I get enough of it as is."

A pause hung in the air. A book thudded shut.

"Of course. I'm sorry."

Allen smacked his face. He hadn't meant to snub her. "Don't worry about it. You couldn't have known." He opened up the fridge, pulled out leftovers from last night then threw them in the microwave. Leaning back on the opposite counter, he crossed his arms, sighing. Thank god he didn't have to cook tonight. Not that what he did could constitute as cooking.

"You hungry at all?"

"I don't need to eat, though I can if I wish," said Val, appearing in the kitchen doorway, filling it with her figure. "One of the advantages to being a spirit."

"Lucky you."

Val crossed two pairs of tanned arms, using the other to lean on the doorway as she regarded Allen with a touch of curiosity. He glanced at her from his heating meal, waiting for her to say something.

"I'm sorry if this is intruding, but you seem stressed."

"That obvious?"

"Your stride is off-balance, your shoulders are sagging and you've got bags under your eyes." She spoke without condescension, merely stating a few facts about his appearance.

"Well, I thank you for the appraisal, but I was already aware of it," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Was it work? Or something else? If my problems have burdened—"

His meal finished heating, but Allen ignored it. He instead stepped toward Val decisively, jabbing his finger at her. "Hey, I made my choice, and I'm not going back on it. I knew there'd be shit to deal with and I knew the answers wouldn't come easy. Don't talk like you're sorry for your problems because I won't hear it. That's not something for you to be sorry for any more." He punctuated his statement with a huff and grabbed his food. For once, he actually felt taller than Val. The urge to cough rode up from his chest, but he suppressed it.

Allen shoveled down his dinner, both from a mixture of hunger and a desire to dodge Val's questions. For whatever reason, he felt much more vulnerable with a plate of food in front of him. He knew she asked out of concern both for him and herself, but today he just didn't feel like it. He'd gotten hardly three-and-a-half hours of sleep, been hounded by his shit-for-brains boss and still worked a full day without exploding on anyone. His allowance of consideration for others was dried up.

Val finally got the hint around the time he started doing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. When she walked off to the bed to read one of the books he'd brought back, he leaned over the countertop and sighed as quietly as possible. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'd have a full night of rest, he'd be in the mood to talk about himself and Val wouldn't be so worried or naggy. Tomorrow even Jesse's condescending, brow-beating, pointless little lectures could be shrugged off like nothing more than background noise.

After cleaning the kitchen, Allen collapsed onto the couch and switched on the TV. Val glimpsed up from her book as if considering another question, but ended up keeping to herself.

Network shows and the news captured Allen's attention for all of thirty minutes before his brain started turning into mush. Maybe all those studies about TV making you stupid were right. At least with a belly full of food, he was able to lean back without triggering long, noisy protests from his stomach. He still ached from the digging and the fall yesterday, but it was nothing he hadn't dealt with before.

In an effort to alleviate his boredom, Allen started stealing glances at Val, his eyes gradually settling on her for longer periods of time. She sat with her muscled, running legs over the edge of the bed, one over the other. Occasionally, she'd unconsciously rub them up against each other, her skin slick against itself as if oiled. She held the book she was reading in four hands, two on the covers and two to turn and hold the pages. The bracelets on her wrists would slide up and down her bare arms, sometimes clinking softly together. The other four hands rested on Allen bed, supporting her curvaceous upper body. Allen could make out her nipples pressing into that pathetic excuse for a bra with each breath. Her long brown hair clung mostly to her body, stopping just past her shoulder blades, drifting off whenever she shifted position or let out a larger breath.

Soon enough, the TV had completely lost Allen's attention. He kept his face toward it as not to alert Val to his gaping, but her body was all he could think about. Still engrossed in the book, she raised two hands from the bed to softly stroke her smooth legs, running her fingers in an agonizingly-slow motion up and down. It was then Allen felt the straining in his pants, his body leaping into full alertness for the first time since yesterday. His eyes darted back to the TV, his brain scrambling to think about anything besides the smoking hot woman on his bed. He even tried paying attention to the show. But every time he relaxed his concentration, even for a second, his eyes would drift back to Val, watching her nimble hands play across her bare legs or run through her flowing hair.

There was only one way to fix this.

After spending a minute shifting himself around, making sure his erection wouldn't be obvious when he stood up, Allen grabbed a change of clothes from the closet and walked into the bathroom. He told Val he was talking a shower before closing the door. The second it closed, he scrambled to get his clothes off and turn on the shower, just like last night. Images of her attending his cock last night were already rushing through his head, that glorious pussy crushing and draining him for everything he had until he passed out. He could practically feel her hands down there, lovingly stroking him into one of the fiercest orgasms he could remember. His own hand was a shit substitute, but it was all he had right now.

Tossing off the last of his clothes, he hopped under the stream of water, letting it hit his face and flow down his body. That alone was enough to send chills up his spine when it began flowing over his member. Sighing, he soaked his body before grabbing his cock to deal with the issue at hand.

It was then he heard a knock at the bathroom door.

"I could take this as an insult, you know," said Val, her voice muffled by the door.

"W-what?"

"I'm talking about your arousal. I can sense it from out here. You're drowning in it."

He loosened his grip on his hardness, sticking his head outside the shower curtain. The hell is she talking about? "My what?"

Val's exasperated groan was loud enough to hear from the other side of the door. "Your arousal. You're hard as a rock in there, I can tell. Spirit of sexuality, remember? I can sense these things."

Allen stood staring at the door, gripping the shower curtain, trying to figure out what to reply. "Uhh... okay?"

"I could feel it while you were on the couch, too. Did you think I was rubbing my legs out of boredom? I felt you respond to it." Her tone carried a growing irritation. What was she upset about?

"You could tell?" asked Allen, still struggling to find a way out of whatever was happening.

"Yes. I feel like I'm talking to a wall." She paused. "Okay, technically a door. This is ridiculous." The door burst open and Val barged in, shutting it behind her.

Allen jumped back, almost losing his grip on the curtain and falling over. "Hey! I'm in the middle of something!"

"Yes, and that's the problem."

He swallowed, taking in the fullness of Val's now-naked body, four of her arms crossed and four hands on her hips. Those bountiful breasts Allen often found himself admiring sat out in the open, as if inviting his hands to grab and hold as much as they could. Her eyes, while currently glaring at Allen, shone a captivating blue, enrapturing Allen even in their fierceness. He couldn't help himself from giving her a once over, his cock twitching in response to the view.

"Sorry, I'm not exactly sure why you're annoyed," said Allen.

"I am the origin of libido. The symbol for all things sexual along with my sister. This body of mine was built to bring men and women indescribable pleasure. I enjoy bringing that pleasure to whoever I can just as much as I enjoy receiving it. My sex drive dwarfs even your own. I'm annoyed because instead of coming to me with this," she said, a hand darting out and seizing Allen's member, "you want to take care of it alone in the shower. Yesterday, I could understand. You were tired and had work to do. But now?"

His legs began shaking, her hand's grip awakening erotic memories. "V-Val, I didn't mean it as an insult. But it was a bad time." Her hand began stroking, slowly moving from tip to base. Allen's knees about gave out and he gripped the shower curtain for dear life, but didn't move to stop her. That was the last thing he wanted.

Val's face calmed, watching Allen's intently as he spoke. His voice stumbled when her grip tightened. "I didn't wah-wah-want you thinking you had to take care of me, either." Mouth hanging open, Allen could manage to speak no further, Val's skill crippling his ability to talk. Another hand joined the first and Allen almost shriveled up into a ball right there.

"It's fine, Allen. I know I do tend to let my temper get the best of me sometimes. But here's what we're going to do. You're exhausted from a long day with little sleep, so I'm going to use these wonderful hands of mine to wash you off. I'll clean every last inch of your body, even give you a nice massage." He lost his balance, finally succumbing to her stroking, but Val was quick to catch him. "And then, when you're completely clean, those same hands are going to make you come harder than you've ever come before. Does that sound alright to you?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but Val squeezed his member when he tried to speak, and all that came out was a gasp.

"Good."

She stepped inside the shower with Allen, using her hands to turn him until he was facing away from her and toward the shower head. Each movement was poised and graceful like it'd been practiced a hundred thousand times before. Val sat down, carrying Allen down with her to where the hot, comforting shower steam hit Allen right below his face. Releasing the tension in his shoulders, Allen closed his eyes. Finally, he could allow himself some peace.

Val rested his head upon her bosom, giving her teats a nice squeeze and push just like a feather pillow. Two hands laid on his shoulders, fingers digging lightly into Allen's skin in a glorious massage. He felt washcloths at his legs, his back, and his chest, Val pressing them into his body with a light caress. He wondered how well they were really cleaning—not that it mattered. The hands at his cock slowed down, ensuring his sensitivity was peaked, but never beyond the point of orgasm. They played with his member and balls like a massage, kneading the skin over his shaft and tip.

Allen melted into Val's caress, feeling much like the shallow pool of water they sat in. All the tension built up at work, the stress of releasing Lust, the worry about bills and everything else in the world—Val coaxed it out with her dexterous fingers and sent it all down the drain. His breathing slowed to a near-standstill and a blissful grin grew on his face. He should've come to Val sooner. There was nothing like this in the world, not even close. Sure, you could get close with four women working in sync, but the way Val moved her hands, balancing the massage with the handjob and the cleaning, it was perfect, like she knew his body better than he.

Her voluminous legs and broad hips cradled his wearied body, those tree-trunk thighs fondling Allen's legs in fluid motions. Her feet snuggled Allen's, each toe moving distinctively, well enough to give a massage of their own. Even with his eyes closed, he could picture both of her feet's movements, as well as the mountainous, olive legs shifting subtly in the rocking water. Val's thumbs dug into the back of Allen's shoulders, the massage reaching deeper and becoming rougher. Allen moaned, surprised he could drown even further into her embrace. A stray thought ran through his head, wondering if she'd ever done this sort of thing back before she turned to stone.

"Huahmn," said Allen, trying to articulate the question, but Val placed a finger over his mouth.

"Shhh," she cooed, speeding up her hands on his member, "this is the time for you to relax and not worry about a thing." Her full lips descended to his forehead, giving a light kiss before withdrawing.

The cleaning hands grazed down his back and up his legs, moving as if they would never finish their task. Eventually, however, they gathered at his crotch, dabbing at his now intensely-sensitive member. His heart, which once beat at a pace so slow Allen thought it would stop, now animated, his thoughts on the inevitable orgasm ahead. His eyes struggled to open, barely making out the sight of six hands crawling up toward his manhood, not a single washcloth in sight. Their aim was clear.

"You're all clean now, Allen." Val's thighs clamped down on his waist, making sure he didn't move around. "Do you know what that means?"

"G-going to... to..."

"That's alright. You don't need to say a word."

All six hands descended on his aching stiffness, a hundred indistinguishable touches undulating Allen in pleasure. He moaned, trying to writhe under the attention, but Val's thighs had him secure. All he could do was shiver his feet and arms. Somehow, Val managed to put every hand to work, somehow touching or groping his cock. He tried to keep track of her hands and fingers, but soon everything blurred in a constant torrent of pleasure. From base to tip, head and shaft, she tenderly stroked. Even his balls were not ignored.

His breath haggard, Allen's hands found Val's smooth, round hips and squeezed. "Oooh g-god, please...!" No matter how wonderful Val's expert touch was, she still denied him release. She took Allen to the edge, holding him over it, letting him stare at the world or ecstasy that awaited him. "Val!"

"Don't rush it. It'll come."

I sure hope to god it does!

"You know... staring at that erection of yours has made me hungry. I hope you don't blame me for wanting a taste."

No! he thought, body finally finding some life. "Let me come first! Please!"

Withdrawing her hands, Val slipped from underneath Allen, holding him so his head didn't fall onto the hard bathtub floor. The instant her hands left his member, he cried out, trying to grab them and put them back, but Val took him by the wrists and held his hands helpless. Like a starving man would watch food, Allen followed Val as she descended toward his crotch, rubbing her body against his rock hard and frighteningly-sensitive cock. Val's handjob had ignited a desire like he'd never felt before, and all he could think of was the release. He didn't care how it happened any more, just that it did.




Passion and Lust 02



Looking up at Allen from his waist, two of Val's hands played with his length, running open palms slowly up and down its sides. He tried thrusting into it, but Val grabbed his hips and held them in place. He bit his lip, ready to hit her for teasing him so much.

But both of them knew he was loving every minute of it.

Pursing her lips, Val blew on his member, smiling as it twitched in response to the simplest provocation. She landed a kiss at the base, then another a little further up, then another, and another. A tear fell from Allen's eye, his teeth gnashing up against each other so hard he was sure they'd shatter. There was no longer any doubt in his mind: Val wasn't human and her skill was immaculate. One last kiss touched his tip and those gleaming blue eyes flashed their beauty once more at Allen. His eyes widened, his body bracing for what came next. Still locking eyes with him, she descended.

Her luscious lips flowed down his cock, stripping him of any last defenses he had and buffing his mind with pure bliss. She moved down so slowly he feared she might never swallow his entire length. A wet, hungry tongue smothered his head, making him thrash at the shock of pleasure which wracked his body. As her lips tightened and lowered, her tongue encompassed more and more of his manhood. It covered the sides with a rain of licks, some slow and long, others quick and exact. Allen had no reply, fighting to keep his eyes open and locked on the blue orbs that stared back at him. It took every last inch of will to keep from exploding the second her lips met his base and squeezed. Her slick tongue coiled around his cock, a feat he thought impossible, and she began bobbing her head.

The second her hands released his hips, he thrust with all his might. He had to feel that hot cave of pleasure that was her mouth as much as possible. His body demanded it. She took the thrusts in-stride, matching her head to his movements, watching his face devolve to a writhing visage of pleasure. Each time she swallowed and released his cock, a storm of rapture jolted him, stronger than the last. He fucked her mouth without mercy, and in return she showed none.

Orgasm came with such intensity Allen almost blacked out. His mind lit up like fireworks, a searing hot explosion of ecstasy rushing up his length. Thick wads of cum burst into Val's mouth and she swallowed without slowing her pace. Even as the climax rocked him, Val thrashed him with her tongue, bobbing up and down like her life depended on it. Spurt after spurt soiled her mouth, only to go straight down her throat like she was drinking from a fountain. What felt like an eternity later, Allen's body collapsed, nearly slamming into the bathtub floor had Val not caught him. She detached her lips from his cock with a soft pop, smiling at him. His eyes flickered, taking in the sight of her once last time before closing.

"Allen?"

No response. Val brought him in, hugging his unconscious body with all eight arms under the stream of water. She laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and smiling to herself. Even cuter when he sleeps.



Passion and Lust 03



"Allen."

"Mmm?" he mumbled, swatting at the air. "Who is it?"

"Val. It's getting into the afternoon. I suggest you wake up."

"Huh?" Allen opened his eyes, attention landing on the form of Val standing over him, nudging him awake. He squinted, adjusting to the light in the room. "Hey. What time is it?"

He raised his upper body, getting a good look at the clock in order to answer his own question. Noon. That was one hell of a rest. And before it... Flopping back into the bed, Allen smiled at the memory. That was not a night he'd soon forget, if ever. Val played his body like a flute until it had no music left to give.

Suddenly being woken up by the beauty looking over him didn't seem so bad. Throwing the covers off, he swung his feet off the bed, finding himself completely naked. Of course, so soon after waking he couldn't give too much effort to caring other than a blush in front of Val. She smirked at seeing his cheeks redden.

"You do know I've seen it all before. Much more than seen, in fact."

"Gah, you'll ruin my morning, lady!" Allen stumbled to the closet, throwing on some underwear and pants. It was starting off so well, too.

"Ruin? How so?" Her tone played with him like a cat would a ball of string.

"Sass has no place in the morning, and that seems like when you're most full of it."

"Oh, you love it. And besides, it's not technically morning any more."

"On a Saturday? Yes, noon is still in the morning." Allen walked over to the window, peeking outside. The sun broke through the shades like an unwelcome guest, making Allen squint and look away. "Fine, then, sun. Screw you, too." He'd get a look outside later.

Walking into the kitchen, Allen grabbed his thermos, hoping his Friday self had left him some coffee. Unfortunately, he'd really needed it yesterday, so there was hardly more than a swallow left. Shrugging, he downed the rest. Could be worse.

"So tell me, what is it you do on the weekends?" asked Val, leaning on the doorway to the kitchen.

"Depends. Most of my recent weekends involved a lot of reading and cross-referencing and other nerd-like things. I spent a lot of time looking for that jewel—the Binding Stone, was it?—and when I got close to finding it, I became a little obsessed." He looked away from Val, rinsing off the thermos, fighting to keep from saying anything more. He still wasn't sure if he forgave her for taking it. He understood why, but that didn't extinguish the part of him that wanted his due compensation.

"Anything else? Surely you have hobbies?" She stepped behind him, laying four hands on his shoulders with a light rub.

"Didn't you read this stuff from my head?"

"No. As I said earlier, I only tried to take what information I absolutely needed. I strayed away from more personal memories."

Allen wished he could believe that, but Val was smart enough to know how to play it right, how to fake knowing less than she did. He slammed the thermos down with a bit more force than he intended. Val had been nothing but kind so far. Why was he still doubting her?

He needed some fresh air.

"Let's go for a walk."

"A walk?"

"Yes. A walk. You know what a walk is, don't you?"

Val slapped him in the shoulder, crossing several of her arms. "Of course I do. And I thought sass wasn't allowed in the morning."

Allen grinned. "Only when it's not coming from me. Now get some proper clothes on and hide those extra arms. We're going to a park."

"That sounds wonderful. I've been cooped up here too long, and all those years as a statue did little for my joints."

They seemed to work fine last night.

Walking back to the closet, Allen put on a t-shirt and glanced at himself in the mirror. His short brown hair was starting to get away from him, partially because he was overdo for a cut, but also because he was too lazy to keep it nice. 'Presentable' had a vague definition.

"Is this acceptable?" asked Val.

Allen turned and at the sight of Val, tried to give a low whistle. He failed, but that didn't make the sight any less impressive. Val had adorned a red dress, one that sparkled in the subtle shifts in light. It hugged her curves wonderfully, almost as if it had been made exactly to her specifications. It ended just low enough to cover everything and a bit of her upper legs, but high enough to get any man's gears churning. Her shoulders and a small portion of her arms were covered, revealing part of her biceps that usually lay hidden beneath her golden brown skin. Not skimping on cleavage, her dress showed off her assets as much as possible while still staying legal for public wear. It was a dress true to Val's personality and her station.

"Hot damn, Val. If I was a cop, I'd arrest you for looking too good."

She rolled her eyes. "I know just enough to realize how corny that was." A grin broke through her irked expression. "But thank you." She offered an arm. "Will you be my partner in crime?"

"Goddamn. Yes, I would. As much as it pains me to say it, though, that might not be the best for walking in. Dresses like that are for formal stuff, like a nice dinner or ball."

"So I should change out of this?"

Allen bit his lower lip. He'd love nothing more than to parade Val around like that, but her height would already grab enough attention. Wearing that dress in the park would be like announcing their presence with a megaphone. He didn't want to take any more risks with Lust on the loose.

"Yeah. A skirt or pants and a shirt would do the trick."

As the dazzling dress faded away, another outfit slowly taking form, Allen sighed. Maybe later...

"When you change like that, where do the clothes come from? And shouldn't the sleeves be wider so they could fit your other arms?"

"Oh, no," said Val, watching her body to ensure the clothes formed correctly. "The clothes are an illusion. The only thing I've ever worn are the small silk garments over my breasts and waist. My arms are still hugging my stomach and chest, as to avoid accidentally bumping into things, but they come through this 'dress' just fine without larger sleeves."

"That's a neat trick."

Val now stood in a much more practical outfit: a basic pair of pants that hugged her legs and a button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Not as nice as the dress, but it would have to do. Allen scrunched his lips, analyzing the outfit a moment before stepping up to Val. One little adjustment. He unbuttoned a few buttons from her shirt, revealing just enough of her cleavage to make him smile. "That's better."

Val snuck out a hand, grabbing the back of Allen's head and thrusting it into her tits. He struggled only a second, holding his breath and enjoying the motorboat while it lasted. Once free, Val smirked and said, "Better get that out of your system first."

Allen wasn't complaining.

The trip to the park went quick. Allen's apartment thankfully wasn't far from one, though being a Saturday they were far from the only people there. Val still commented on her nervousness of riding in a car, but Allen was able to calm her down easier this time. He hadn't made a real habit of going to parks as he usually found more stress than enjoyment at them. Maybe a couple would be walking on a trail and not paying attention, then he'd have to swerve to avoid them and the encounter would ring sour. Or there'd be kids whose parents decided to ignore their ruckus. Sometimes Allen would go off to find a private spot, only to have it constantly intruded upon by loud groups or the horns of far-off cars.

Today, though, the refreshing outdoors was exactly what he needed. Val, too. As they got out of the car, Val stretched, looking over the cozy park. There were several trails over the area, most covered in gravel and the more commonly-used ones paved. Some went off to the woods, others meandered through open fields and around the park lake. Allen spotted some pets and families out enjoying the weather. He almost felt envy before remembering what trouble a pet or a kid would be. He walked around the car to stand next to Val as she observed.

"I'd prefer a walk in the woods. You can ask me about whatever while we walk," he said.

"Excellent. I have quite a few built up." She clasped her two visible hands together, smiling at Allen.

He grinned back. I did put myself up to this. Waving for her to follow, he headed off toward one of the paths leading into the forest.

Val wasn't lying when she said she had questions. For the next hour she grilled him about almost everything. Quirks of society, history (what Allen could remember, at least), advances in science, recent events, famous people, sports, even Allen's favorite TV shows. Every now and then she would tend toward more personal questions, trying to delve into Allen's past, but he deflected them. As much as he had come to learn about Val in the past couple days, he still wasn't comfortable in divulging such things. Didn't see the use in it, either. Val seemed content with his choice, never nagging him about specifics.

For a short while, Allen turned off his mind and enjoyed himself. The questions still rained down on him, but most were benign or easy to explain. He listened to nature; the birds chirping, an occasional rustling of branches in the wind, the thud of footsteps on the ground. Val's voice made a soothing backdrop to it all, a light, whimsical yet collected tone that massaged his ears.

"Sports?"

"Huh?" said Allen, looking away from the trees to her.

"Favorite sports. I liked the sound of football."

Allen chuckled. "Well, I can't say that's the most, uh, feminine sport, but with a little work you could certainly have the build to play it. As for me, I like baseball."

"Why is that?"

"Well, in most team sports it's kind of hard to focus on the individual, and single-man or woman sports, like tennis, aren't as popular. But with baseball, just about everyone gets a chance to bat. So you've got your moment where everyone's looking at you. Your moment to prove to them how good you are. I like seeing how people deal with that, how they use it to their advantage."

"Do you ever put yourself there?"

"Eh," said Allen, scratching the back of his head, "I used to, until I realized how bad I really was. I can't bat for shit."

"So you gave up?"

"Val, there's times you should pursue something, and times you shouldn't. Just because I wanted to be good doesn't mean it'd be worth the time and effort to get there. It was a nice little thing to think about, but that's come and gone."

She moved in next to Allen, the space between their bodies evaporating. Her long, slick arm brushed against his, tickling his skin and arm hair. "Maybe. But it's never too late."

"Is it? I dunno if we get to make those kinds of choices." The smile he'd been wearing all afternoon dampened. In college he'd had other plans for life. Fought as much as he could to keep them. But things don't really work out that way. "We should probably head back."

"Okay. I enjoyed myself, we should try to come out here again."

'We'? Don't you have a job to be doing? Allen kept it to himself, though. He'd hate to ruin that smile on her face.

Allen's legs were starting to ache by the time they got back to his car. Val's step had just as much spring in it as when they started off, though. He guessed physical activities had little effect on her. There was still much he didn't know about her body, it seemed.

They got in the car, and just as Allen was going to turn the keys, Val grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked over, waiting for an explanation.

"I feel... bad about taking the jewel from you."

Allen blinked a few times, saying nothing. Okaaayyy. Kind of an sudden thing to say, but alright.

"There is something I have in mind. A small way to pay you back."

Allen watched as her extra arms became visible. Nervously, he looked around outside the car to see if anyone was watching, but they were in the clear. "Geez, Val, right here?"

"Hush." Her arms all moved to action, removing the various ornaments and bracelets on her arms and wrists. Allen's eyes widened when she collected it all in a bundle and presented it to him, her other arms vanishing as if they were never there. He tentatively reached out, picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like real gold, though he wasn't exactly an expert. There were several small gems inlaid as well. The piece was beautiful, certainly worth something on craftsmanship alone. Setting it back in her hands, he gripped the steering wheel and swallowed.

"That... looks like a lot. Are you sure?"

"It is a pittance to what you were looking forward to, and I have no need for such things. They will do much more for you."

"Geez," he said again, knuckles going white with their grip. "That's... those must be really freaking old. You realize I'd just go and sell them, right?"

"I am aware. If that is how they would serve you best, then that is fine."

Allen's gaze darted back and forth between her face and the jewelry. She looked and sounded sincere, almost pleading for him to accept it. Letting out a long breath, Allen raised a single finger. "Alright, I'll take it, but only if this isn't done out of pity or some kind of reconciliation for bringing me into this thing with your sister. Because I don't want any gift like that."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "It is compensation for the jewel I took. Not equivalent, but it is what I have."

"Okay. Set it all down in that compartment there between the seats and I'll take it to an appraiser. I've already got one in mind." He paused. "We can go there right now, actually, if you don't mind."

"I do not."

Try as he might, Allen couldn't keep from grinning. He hated boasting about such a prize, especially in front of the person who gave it to him, but this was a big deal! There could be fifty-thousand dollars worth in that! Maybe more!

"Then here we go!"

Allen jammed the car into gear and took off with a lurch. It did little to sooth Val's anxiety over cars, but Allen was riding high.

On the way to the appraisers, once getting over the realization of how much Val had given him, he started to think about the jewelry's personal significance. Val hadn't shown any real attachment to it, but that didn't mean she wouldn't miss it when it was all gone. Licking his lips, Allen glanced over to Val. She didn't look heartbroken. If anything, she was spirited. Maybe the act of taking the Stone of Binding weighed heavier on her than Allen had first thought and this gesture of compensation helped take some of that weight away.

Or maybe she was thinking about how she may be stone for the rest of eternity once she got Lust back in her prison.

The appraiser's place wasn't too far, a small, hard-to-notice shop stuffed between a dozen others like it. Diamond Eye, it was called. The owner said it was a clever pun, but Allen had never gotten it.

The two had actually come to know each other as familiar acquaintances. Over a year ago, when Allen was knee-deep in the search for the jewel, he'd decided to finally go out and figure what his haul would be if he ever actually found the thing. Books had only offered wild speculation about its worth or avoided the subject altogether. Allen wanted a concrete number, something to set his hopes on. A part of him also wanted to make sure the whole search was worth it in the first place.

After he'd gotten his appraisal, though, the appraiser shared a little information. Advice on going after old relics. He'd seen people try before, and none had even shown up in his shop with anything. He was a down-to-earth fellow, realistic, where Allen himself couldn't get the dollar signs out of his eyes. The two's personalities may have grated a bit, but Allen knew the importance of someone with realistic expectations, someone to even him out. So he would come by every now and then with new information in the guise of getting a new estimate. In truth, he wanted to share with someone else his enthusiasm about the hunt for the jewel, and the appraiser was the only guy he knew.

When the bell at the front door jingled to announce Allen's presence, the greeting he received was not unexpected.

"Allen! Come here to give me good news?"

Allen raised his hands in a shrug. "Good news and bad news, Taz."

Taz was a short man, though he often presented himself as even shorter than his true height, being hunched over most of the time. He wore the complex-looking magnifying glasses one would use to inspect any piece of jewelry closely. They fit his figure well. Sweat dripped from his brow, but Taz quickly grabbed a kerchief from his pocket to wipe it away. He had on a light Hawaiian shirt with several of the buttons undone. While inspecting jewelry may not have been the most physically demanding profession, it still had moments of intensity and concentration. Sometimes he'd be the bearer of good news, sometimes bad news. The latter more often than the former.

"I'd rather hear the bad first."

Allen walked up to the counter, Val not far behind him. "Well, I found the place I was looking for, but not the object. It's probably lost forever."

"Ooohh, that's a real bummer." His eyes flickered over to Val more than once, Allen noticed. Yeah, I know what you're thinkin', dude, and I agree completely. She's something else.

"But you said there was good news. How could there be good news?" he continued.

"Here." Allen laid out all the jewelry Val had given him on the counter. "I found this instead."

"O-oh, g-goodness," he stammered, looking between Allen, Val and the jewelry. "This is... o-oh this is wonderful! M-may I?"

"Sure. That's why I brought it here."

Taz was upon the jewelry like a mouse on cheese. He flipped down a magnifying glass and took a good, long look at the first piece, a bracelet. "So, i-if I may be so bold, who is your companion?"

Oh, yea. The six-foot-five goddess of a woman. I should probably introduce her. Val's light slap on his side concurred.

"Sorry, I should've said something. Taz, this is Nel-Valley—"

"Nel-Vallae," she corrected.

"Yeah, yeah. Nel-Valley, but she goes by Val. Val, this is Taz, a buddy of mine who's been helping me here and there find the jewel. Er, look for it, at least."

"Pleasure," she said, extending one of her powerful, slender arms. Taz almost looked intimidated by it.

"S-sure." He quickly wiped the sweat from his hand on the kerchief and took Val's hand in greeting. By the shake, Allen could tell Val had the more confident grip. "Nice to meet you."

"Val helped me out with some other parts of finding the location and the excavation itself. All and all, I could've found it by myself, but I liked having someone do the grunt work."

An invisible pinch on his rear made Allen jump in surprise. He shot a glare at the grinning Val, then turned back to Taz.

"So, what can you tell me?"

"I, uh, wow. This is certainly an aged piece. There's more gold in it than modern pieces, so I would have expected flaking or melting, but this is extremely well-persevered. The gems are cut using some very old techniques as well. And the inscriptions... this is really something you have here, Allen. To tell the truth, I don't know enough about the inscriptions to give you a solid number range. I would have to do some research to know for sure, but if these are as old and as well-kept as I think, you could get maybe twenty to forty for the larger pieces, and ten to twenty for the smaller ones."

Allen took a moment to pick his jaw up off the floor. There were at least ten pieces in that pile. "T-twenty? As in, twenty thou? Each?"

"At the very least. I haven't included historical significance because I simply don't know that, but they could go for more. As a collection... well, it would be harder to sell all as one, but if you did, and had luck on your side, I dare say you could approach a million."




Passion and Lust 03



Allen had to lean on the counter to keep from falling over. He felt Val's hand on his shoulder as well. A... a million? A million dollars? He'd never so much as seen ten thousand in one place. A million was beyond comprehension. What he could do with that much money...

"You look like you may collapse, Allen. Are you alright?" asked Val.

"Y-yeah. Better than alright. Much better." The first thing he'd do with that money is quit his stupid fucking job. After that, who knows? A nicer place? A nicer car? Invest? Couldn't quite match the plans he had for a hundred mil of the Binding Stone, but damn. A million was a pretty fucking great start.

"This may be a bit much to ask, but could I maybe hold onto one of these while I research the value? It would make it much easier and I could get back to you with a number quicker."

"Oh, sure." Allen trusted Taz more than the average guy, and he wanted that money ASAP. Still didn't keep him from wincing when Taz pocketed the bracelet, however.

Before leaving, Allen made Taz vow to get that estimate as soon as possible and let nothing happen to the bracelet he was borrowing, lest Allen strangle him with his shoestrings. He let out a light-hearted chuckle with the statement, allowing Taz to chuckle along as well, but his eyes made sure to convey he wasn't without a certain element of severity. Taz nodded ferociously, saying all would happen as fast as he could make it.

Val smacked Allen right after they left in reprimand for the not-so-serious-but-serious threat. It was worth it, though.

With that taken care of, it was time for the ride home. Things were going as-expected, Val as tense as always in the car. She often shuddered and once let out a meep when they hit a turn a little faster than usual. The sound she made was so cute and out-of-character for the impressive figure that Val was, Allen had to give her trouble for it.

"I don't think I've ever seen a grown woman so frightened of riding in a car."

"As I said, I don't like the lack of control. These speeds are new to me." She tried keeping her voice even and matter-of-fact, but Allen caught it trembling.

"C'mon, I've only been doing the speed limit and I've been avoiding the freeways." Allen grinned. "How about we try that out?"

Glancing over, Allen saw her grip tighten on the middle armrest and the door. "I don't like the sound of that."

"It'll be faster, plus I'm sure you'll have loads of fun. The on-ramp's right here!"

"No!"

It was too late for Val. They were already fast-approaching sixty-five miles per hour. Allen heard thuds from her invisible hands bracing against whatever they could get a hold of. Val started breathing loud enough for him to hear, mumbling something incoherent to herself.

Now on the freeway, Allen fought to throw his head back in laughter. Each time he looked over, he saw Val pressed into her seat like she'd been hit with several g-forces. Her hands wandered around to different spots, nervously gripping anything and everything.

"This is uncomfortable."

Allen leaned over, sputtering into the wheel at Val's statement. Now, when she was absolutely terrified, her voice sounded like a squeaky toy, a complete contrast to her word choice. He expected 'terrified' or 'scared to death', but the plain statement of 'uncomfortable' was a hoot.

"Is there some way to get you to slow down?"

"Sure. Stop acting so silly. Or make another good argument. I'm all ears."

The freeway was slow at this time of day, and Allen had been on it a thousand times before. Whatever risk he ran was minimal, certainly worth it to see Val as she was: the tall, confident and sometimes domineering woman reduced to a ball of panic in the face of a little speed. Besides, she'd have to get used to it sooner or later.

Allen swerved when one of Val's reaching hands landed on his crotch. He shook it off. "Hey! Watch the equipment. Trying to drive here."

Val's arms froze. She raised her head, looking between Allen and his crotch. He could see those gears turning in her eyes.

"I don't think I like what you're thinking."

The sides of her mouth slowly curled upward into a devious smile. As she rubbed her two visible hands together, Allen felt three hands at his crotch, fumbling to get his pants down.

"H-hey! This is serious! I have to pay attention to the road!" He looked quickly back and forth from the freeway to Val, pleading with his eyes.

Her smile only grew.

Allen took a hand off the wheel and began tugging at the invisible hands now yanking at his pants. His swatting whiffed or only grazed her hands, as it was difficult to aim at something he couldn't see while making sure not to accidentally nut-check himself. Eventually, he got a grip on one of her wrists and started pulling it away, but Val's strength dwarfed his own and she continued unhindered. Allen frantically checked the rear view, hoping a cop hadn't seen his swerving. He didn't have the money for a ticket! Well, okay, he might have the money soon, but not n—

"Guuhh!"

He gasped when Val's hands finally undid his button and zipper, exposing his cock to the open air with a swift downward pull. Looking over to Val, he pleaded again, but she only crossed her visible arms under her breasts, propping them up, teasing him as her other hands began to stroke.

Again, he tried pulling her away, but this time Val decided to end his resistance. She seized his wrists, anchoring them to his sides. With the wheel unattended, he took a breath to shout at Val, but it died in his throat as he saw the wheel correct itself. She must've been holding it with her invisible hands. Allen hoped she had at least two on there.

"A-Are you sure you can drive like this? I thought this frightened you."

"Oh? Now you're worried about what frightens me?" she teased, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "The car is fine. All you have to worry about is getting hard."

Her hands, still unseen by Allen, continued to play with and stroke his cock, but he was still far from full attention. Usually, the mere sight of Val could get him going, but his desire to make it home safe overwhelmed his desire to enjoy some road head.

At least, until Val had something to say.

"Eyes over here, Allen."

His jaw dropped. Val's clothes had completely vanished, giving Allen a wonderful view of her assets. Those large, perky breasts he loved so much sat staring at him, bouncing up and down lightly with the motion of the car and Val's crossed arms underneath them. Her perfect, olive skin shone in the afternoon light, unblemished by a single strand of hair, hints of muscle on her stomach and arms. Allen's eyes drifted down to her hips, the impossibly wide and curvaceous things they were. In the midst lied her pussy, out in the open as if it begged for Allen to stare. It was wet.

"I love it when you look over my body like that."

His attention darted back up to her face, her wanton grin dimpling those round cheeks of hers, accentuating her smooth jawline. Staring back at him were two azure eyes, powerful as the woman herself.

"There we go," said Val.

Allen's cock was now fully cooperating with Val's groping, stiff and sensitive as last night in the bathtub. Images of that night flashed in Allen's head, eliciting a small grunt.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, hun. I want to enjoy this."

Allen hoped her 'enjoyment' didn't end up with them in a crash. The wheel seemed steady enough, even with Val not watching the road, but that didn't help his anxiety at all.

Val leaned over, her head now hovering right over Allen's crotch. Her invisible hands moved away and the two he could see went to work. One held him up straight while the other encircled his shaft in a firm grip, lovingly pumping up and down, sending shivers up Allen's spine. Spit dropped from her mouth, slicking his member for her hand. He attempted to move his hands to the back of her head on instinct, but Val would have none of it. In fact, a hand grasped his jaw and forced him to look up and ahead to where he could no longer see Val.

"One of us is going to need to watch the road. Won't want anyone getting suspicious," she teased.

More spit dribbled down, her hand now hitting a wonderful rhythm. Each stroke went from tip to base, a smooth motion that massaged his most sensitive nerves.

"Now don't forget, you need to control the petals. I only have the wheel."

"Remember for wha—"

Allen's question was answered when she swallowed his cock whole, her lips sealing at his base while her tongue began pleasuring him. Long, sloppy licks went up the sides of his shaft, followed by a flicking and teasing of his frenulum. Her tongue wrapped around his head, pulsing and caressing until Allen moaned in rapture. The worries of the road faded away, stolen by Val's skill and vigor. His foot began falling off the gas, and only when the car hit twenty and he heard a honk did Allen slam his foot back down. Val was too busy to comment.

Slowly, she raised her head, letting her tongue massage his tip while her lips caressed his shaft on the way up. Her hand took over where her mouth was not, that familiar, paralyzing grip encircling his cock. Mouth and hand both settled into a viciously-smooth rhythm, bobbing up and down, filling Allen's vision with stars. His foot laid on the gas a little too heavy, and Val had to steer them away from an accident. Somehow, she could sense the road without even missing a beat. The phantom grip on Allen's chin and wrists began to tighten and Val's speed began to pick up. Allen gritted his teeth, trying to hold out, but Val was far too skilled. Lips, mouth, tongue and hand all worked in symphony to deliver a perfect melody of pleasure. Allen's hips began jerking up on their own, allowing him to fuck that beautiful mouth.

With a sharp gasp and clenched teeth, Allen drove his cock as far deep as he could, rapture exploding up his shaft. Val accepted it without trouble, the first ejaculation going straight into her throat. She continued to bob up and down, sucking and swallowing as Allen came hard into her mouth. Again, she'd managed to coax an incredibly long orgasm out of him, but no matter how many spurts he gave, Val was able to swallow.

His cock limp and finally empty, Allen relaxed back into the seat, sighing and smiling. Val detached from his member with a pop, giving it one last good lick to clean it off before turning to Allen, grinning.

"It's all yours."

It took a second for him to realize she was talking about the steering wheel. With a shocked cry, Allen leap up and grabbed the wheel, jerking them back into lane. Only after triple-checking his mirrors to make sure they hadn't caused an accident, he turned back to Val, face animated with anger.

"What the hell, lady! We could've crashed!"

"I had confidence in you," she said, that stupid smile of hers growing.

"Well, I can't work miracles. Goddamn. Maybe you're not worried about a wreck, but what about me, huh? I don't have a special body like yours!"

"Calm down. I'm capable in special healing methods. I would also know how to protect you in such an event. Do not underestimate me."

Allen shook his head, looking back to the road. "I can't tell whether you're sex-crazy or just plain crazy sometimes. And what about not being in control? You're not holding the wheel any more but you seem awfully fine in the car now."

"That's simple. I know all I have to do to get control is grab this right here."

She reached over, laying her hand on Allen's dick and giving it a squeeze just hard enough to send shivers down his spine. Allen was annoyed enough to swat her hand away, though his cock still twitched in response to the touch. He worried being around Val was somehow making his cock insatiable, because there was no way he should've been ready to go again already.

Whatever. It wasn't entirely a bad thing. There were more pressing things to consider. Like who was going to give him a million dollars for all of that jewelry.

Or where Lust was.

~~

The door to Diamond Eye creaked open, the bell at the front ringing as the newcomer stepped inside.

"Welcome, welcome!" said Taz, walking up to the counter. "I'm closing up in about five, but if you need something let me know."

"I shall."

The reply came back on a sweet, haunting voice, one that grabbed Taz's attention right away. He looked at his new customer, curious. Her appearance matched her voice perfectly—mysterious and imposing, but not frightening. She must've been over six feet tall from Taz's estimation, her stature casual but confident. Her skin was light, but not pale and attached to her head was a wealth of dirty-blond hair reaching down to her shoulders. Holding her up were two immaculate, slender legs, little covered by her short skirt. Her hips were hardly reserved, but her frame was rather skinny, her curves present but not exaggerated. Taz swallowed and quickly looked away, trying to keep himself from gaping, but her presence dominated the room. He couldn't help himself. The shirt she wore was far too tight for her, revealing midriff and exposing a generous amount of cleavage. As her arms and hips swung on her stroll around the room, Taz watched her shirt, wondering if it would tear or slip.

How often is it I get women like this in here? he thought.

Wait...

"You know, there is something I need."

Taz ripped his eyes off her form, pretending as if he'd been busy with something as the woman strutted up to the counter, leaning on it with her elbows and bringing her face and cleavage dangerously close. Sweating, Taz tried as hard as he could to keep looking at the random object he'd grabbed to pretend to work on.

"W-what was it you needed?"

"Well, you see, I've been looking all over town for something. A certain jewel. Very large, very valuable. I was hoping you might have seen it, as you run a respectable business here." She reached around behind her, grabbing a small photo that had been pinned to her waist by her skirt. In retrieving the photo, she let her skirt slip down just low enough for Taz to notice she had no underwear on. She laid the photo on the counter, turned it over to face Taz and slid it toward him.

Hands shaking, Taz put away the object in his grip and grabbed the photo to steady it. The woman slipped her fingers atop his hand, lightly circling her thumb over the joints on Taz's hand. He felt himself go dizzy at the touch, sweat dripping into his eyes. The photo, though gripped his attention. It was exactly like the jewel Allen had been after.

It was at that moment he began to feel something was very wrong with this whole thing. That amazon of a woman who just happen to appear and help out Allen with the haul? Now this woman, similar in many aspects, not just the height, coming in and looking for the same jewel? Saying nothing would be his best bet here, at least until he learned more.

"Uh, this, uh, is a very impressive jewel. I'm afraid I haven't seen it before, though."

From the way the woman's hand moved up to his wrist, grazing across his skin like a breeze, he could tell she didn't entirely believe him.

"Are you sure? Because this really seems like the kind of thing your establishment would handle. It's the closest one for quite a ways."

"Y-yeah. Sure. Believe me, I would remember something like that."

The woman smiled, then slowly shifted her rear to rest it atop the counter. She took a posture to show off exactly how short her skirt was, and how impressive her legs and thighs were. The strong scent of perfume hit Taz with such force he almost fell over. He could no longer hide his staring, eyes locked on the assets the woman was so eagerly displaying. "You know, it's not easy for such a lonely woman to find a lonely jewel that's been lost for so long. I've tried so many things in my search and if you haven't seen the jewel, then it's all been fruitless." While her one hand continued to play with Taz's wrist, the other found her leg and caressed it—a slow, liquid movement that made Taz's eyes widen so far his eyebrows about blended into his hair. "Would you consider helping? I would be so... very... grateful." Her hand ventured up Taz's arm, massaging it lightly as it moved.

"G-g-g-g-grateful?" Taz could hardly manage the word.

Her smile widened and she lowered her face next to his. "Like you wouldn't believe."

It turned out, he didn't.