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Awaken

By: FlyingAgain



It's very quiet in the hotel room as you return from the pool.

"Angie?" you inquire.

There's no answer.

Curious, you kick off your slippers and wander into the main room.

We'd had a romantic and sensual experience together the night before; exploring each other, tasting each other, and learning about each other's bodies for the first time. It had seemed as if there were not enough hours in the night. We wrought passion from every delightful moment of the long, glorious evening.

The next day we went for a walk on the beach, followed by a visit to the pool. We'd had plans for some other fun things that day, but we ended up scrubbing most of them. We were enjoying each other's company and conversation too much. There was plenty of time for snorkeling and such later on.

Towards the afternoon I begged off swimming and left the pool early. You pouted a bit, but let me go. After all it was you who kept me up all night, and you felt just a little bit guilty about that. 

You walk quietly into the suite and look around. On the other side of the room, tucked into an alcove to the right, is our bed. And there I am, doing my best to imitate a bed spread.

You look on, slightly bemused at my pose. Sprawled out across the mattress at a funny angle, face down, one of my feet is hanging off of the edge. I'm using my arms as a pillow, having apparently just fallen asleep where I landed. I'm not even under the covers. The only covering I do have is the fluffy white towel I used after my shower. 

My hair is still soaked. You reach down and smell my freshly washed hair, and gently push the messy strands back from my face. You grin as you see the water droplets on my arm. Couldn't even stay awake long enough to dry off! 

You pad off to take a shower yourself and take your time, knowing full well that I need some recovery time. 

Coming back to the bed later, you see I haven't moved an inch. You reach down and tenderly brush your fingers across my cheek. You run your thumb across my lips rather absent mindedly, thinking about the night before.

Of it's own accord, your hand begins to stroke the bare skin of my back. You see that my lightly freckled skin is taking on a very slight burn. You make a mental note to scold me about sunscreen later.

You lick your lips as your mind begins to wander again. You recall the feeling of me wrapped around you… hear my voice crying out for you… remember the taste of me on your tongue… 

You sit fully on the bed facing me now, and begin to trace little circles along my ankles and up the back of my calves with your fingers. Rubbing gently, you very slowly slide your hand up my inner thigh. Then back down again. You look at my face for any reaction. My face shifts just a little bit but not much.

You begin your stroll along my skin again, this time letting your fingers wander all the way up the inside of my thigh, under my towel. Then up along the outline of my ass, along the curve where my thigh meets my buttocks. From there you slide outward towards the top of my hip.

My body moves a little now and I breathe a little bit heavily. However, I still do not wake up.

You change positions, so you can access my body more easily. From your vantage point, you are able to run both hands, fully open, along the back of my legs. Up to my ass your hands slide, under the towel. You very softly caress my buttocks, then slide to my hips and back down the outside of my legs. You repeat this pattern a number of times as I begin to move a little under your touch. 

You reach completely under the towel now. It's not wrapped very tightly around me so it gives way to you just enough. You stroke and rub my back, from my ass to my shoulders. I give a sigh and begin to shift on the bed. I give a little frown and adjust my head to the other side. Not awake yet but just starting to react to the familiar feel of your hands on my skin.

You slide your hand up my inner thigh again. This time, your fingers reach up between my legs and begin to explore my slit ever so gently. You delicately separate my lips and feel for my clit. And when you find it, you very softly begin to work it… just a tiny bit. You hear me moan now. A sleepy languorous moan, as though just barely conscious of what's happening to me.

You begin to realize that my body is awake, even if I'm not, as a silky hot moisture caresses your fingers. You slip a little bit deeper between my wet lips. My hips unconsciously move up and my back arches. 

I clearly moan now and you look up at my face, but my eyes are still closed, my face still slack with sleep. You push into me a little more deeply, a little more insistently, all the while rubbing up and down the inside of my thighs with your free hand. 

Finally, a little pout crosses my face. I sigh and moan. My body stiffens slightly.

You can feel me soaking your fingers, as my body begins to react to your urgings. My hips start to rock as you rhythmically, but slowly, stroke my pussy, occasionally dipping inside of me to feel me tighten around your finger.

"Angela," you whisper.

I moan, and you can hear my breath coming quickly. My eyes are still closed.

Focusing now on the task at hand, you quicken your delving and plunging. You enjoy feeling my body react this way to you, even though I'm not fully awake. You love to hear my voice as I first begin to stir, breathing your name. And breathe your name I do, panting softly, "Tim" again and again.

After a space of a few minutes you feel my entire body abruptly stiffen and you hear me begin to gasp out loud. Looking up at my face you see my eyes fly open wide in surprise.

"Oh! Oh Tim! Oh my god!"

I awaken.

At first I'm confused, shocked. I go from total relaxation to totally aroused in an instant. Everything clicks into place all at once and as I fully realize what you have done to me, I completely lose it and begin to cum.

I cry out again and again as you fuck me with your fingers, my body writhing face down on the bed, my orgasm rocking me in violent shakes and shudders. "Unh.. oh baby… oh yes! Yes Tim!" I cry out to you over and over -- the sounds of pleasure tumbling from my lips, turning you on in fantastic ways, sending shivers down your spine. 

Eventually, my body begins to relax, the shudders slowly easing up. As I begin to come down from that very high place, you gently turn me over to face you. The towel unravels completely and I lay naked before you, bared breasts quivering. My eyelids are half shut, my mouth swollen from where I bit my lip, my face flushed with pleasure. 

"Mmm sweetie…" you say in that husky voice of yours, the one you get when you're turned on. You reach down to kiss me deeply. I kiss you back hungrily, greedy for your tongue in my mouth.

My breasts fall prey to your hands, as you caress and rub me. You roll the nipple of my left breast between your thumb and forefinger, making me go crazy. At the same time you kiss my right breast, licking and sucking at my hard, pink nipple. You roll your tongue around it, biting it ever so slightly. 

You can tell you are getting me worked up into a frenzy again, so you move your kisses and licks lower. Down across my belly, to my hips and then to my pussy. You greedily delve between my lips with your tongue, tasting my juices, smelling my sweetness, rolling my clit in little circles. As you lick and suck at me, you can hear me panting, whimpering, barely able to say your name.

I put my hands in your hair and latch onto your head, pushing your face into me. As my legs spread wide to you, you realize that even though I just came, I can't hold off much longer now. You know I'll cum again soon and you want to feel me around you. 

You rise up to face me and hold your mouth just centimeters from mine. Ready to plunge into me, your body is suspended over mine, my legs waiting to wrap around you, my mouth trying to reach yours.

"Angie…"

You breathe my name into my mouth and at the very same moment you push your hard cock into me, lick my mouth and then kiss me fully so that I can taste myself on you. 

As I feel you dive into me I go crazy. I grab your head and kiss you so hard. I can hardly breathe as you begin to fuck me. My legs wrap around you as though somehow, using all of my strength to pull you into me, I might actually meld with you. I'm hanging on so tightly that you are lifting me off of the bed, and you barely have room to move inside of me.

You push my shoulders back now and I lay back with resistance. I call your name as you thrust your hips against mine, hitting me deeper and harder than I can possibly stand.

My pussy is so wet with cumming already and now, once again, you begin to feel me clamp down around your hard cock. I'm so tight it almost hurts when -- bang! -- I begin to convulse around you: heat, wet, waves of tightness gripping you inside of me again and again.

"Oh baby.. please baby.. cum inside of me!" I sob in your ear.

You've been waiting for a while now. You know you can wait longer… but you also know what I want and you oblige me. I feel your cock throbbing inside of me as you unleash your orgasm into me. And now you can feel the entirety of my drenched canal, all the way to my cervix, contracting and pushing hard against you. You fight back to be inside of me and I hear you moan in my ear as you bend over me in your release.

Together we blend, together we rock. Our breathing as one for just a few moments, our passion combining to take us so high that we never want to come down again.

And as you finish, and start to relax… and as my convulsions begin to subside… you bend down to kiss me deeply again… my hand against your face… my eyes locked adoringly on yours… 

I give a happy sigh as I feel you resting inside of me. I know that we will hold each other, just like this, for as long as we can.

Awaken



John sat poolside at the San Diego hotel, enjoying the balmy air and a well-worn paperback, disappointed to have the place to himself. Certainly as the sun climbed higher, the prospect of a refreshing dip and a sunbathing session would have to attract some nice-looking women in skimpy swimsuits. He hoped so. He had extended his stay beyond the TPS conference wrap-up for mainly that reason.

He was twenty-five, and finding dating much more difficult after graduating from college. There was less time, and fewer opportunities, for meeting new women. Friends were getting married, moving away, or chasing careers. His own circle of acquaintances was a played-out mine: even considerable effort would probably yield nothing. He had to try someplace else, meet some new people.

He probably expected too much out of ten in the morning on a Thursday; perhaps things would pick up toward the weekend. And sitting by the pool, in swim trunks, enjoying a good book and cold beer, beat standing in line at Lindbergh for a flight home. Still, the serenity bugged him. A twenty-two story resort hotel, and nobody at the pool.

He settled back in the canvas lounge chair and opened his book: a well-worn collection of classic Lovecraft stories. He had read them enough times that he could write out long sequences, word for word, from memory if he ever needed to. There hadn't been time to get something new at the library. The stories had staying power, though. Not like the airport bookstore paperbacks that were good for only one reading.

He peeked up. He was no longer alone; a young woman stood near the gate, surveying the area. She looked to be mid-twenties, though for many Asian women age was typically hard to judge. Even taking into consideration his preference for women like her, this one was gorgeous.

She had an exquisite face and captivating eyes, framed by black hair falling gently past the shoulder. Her slim figure was adorned with a black bikini/halter top, more sporty than sexy, but showing (or creating) excellent cleavage; and red running shorts, where a strap peeking above the waistband suggested the matching swimsuit bottom beneath. Her pale skin implied she hadn't seen much sun in a while.

Her eyes met his; she smiled and walked over. The day was getting better already.

"Hi, I'm April." She sat down at the foot of his lounge. He eagerly shifted his feet to make room.

"John," he said, leaning up to shake her hand. "Glad to see I'm not the only one here."

"Oh, I'm meeting someone," she said.

Well, that didn't take long, he thought. It seemed foolish to expect a woman like this to be unattached. He chided himself for running away with a premise that wasn't even there. She had only just said hello.

She glanced at his book. "Call of Cthulhu?"

"Yeah," he said, automatically, before he noticed how she had said it. "Hey, that's pretty good. Hard name to pronounce, but you nailed it."

"I read a bunch of Lovecraft when I was fifteen. Discovered 'Dunwich Horror' in an anthology, and then I had to find everything else he wrote. Kind of florid writing, but some original ideas."

A hot chick that knows Lovecraft, he marveled. Where were girls like her when he was fifteen?

He said, "I originally got into it for the monsters, when I was about ten. Only later did I go back and reread some of those stories. I had overlooked a lot."

She smiled. "Funny thing; now I'm majoring in marine biology. Some of the real animals underwater are as weird as his monsters."

"I know what you mean. Lobsters, jellyfish..."

"Here's what's really creepy", she said, tapping his knee. "You know about anglerfish?"

"Kind of. They have a little phosphorescent light, to attract other fish?"

"Yeah. Bioluminescent. Anyway, there's one species where the females are ten times as large as the males. The male only lives for one purpose. When it's time to mate, he implants himself into the female's skin and releases his sperm. Then he fuses to her and sticks there forever."

He grimaced, taken aback by not only the male angler's fate, but her choice of topic. Marine sex life seemed a little forward for someone she had just met. Then again, if she felt comfortable around him, why question it? he thought. Just play it cool. Kid around a little.

"How's that for commitment?" he said.

"I know! Gradually his vital organs shut down and he transitions over to her bloodstream. No longer a separate life form. Some females have several males implanted like that."

"That's gruesome."

"What a way to procreate, huh?"

"I gotta say I prefer the human way," John said, pleased with the direction the conversation was taking. He pictured April with him, the human way, top, shorts, and everything off. Good thing she couldn't read his mind.

"Same with me," she said. Her hand left his knee, but she still sat quite close to him, leaning forward. If she really had a guy, would she be flirting like this? It was flirting, right? The view of her breasts filling out her top was spectacular. Don't Screw This Up, John told himself.

She stood up. "Oh, my friend's here." She leaned down to shake his hand. "It was really nice to meet you, John."

"My pleasure," he said, his hopes deflated, his smile a mask. He looked on as April walked away. She was gorgeous. If only...

If only what, he asked himself. He wasn't around at the right time. Whenever that time might have been.

When he got a look at April's friend, he no longer felt so glum. The friend was not a guy, but a girl. Just a friend after all.

The word "groovy" fit her friend well: green eyes, oval face and straight, streaky blonde hair; and a curvaceous, tall body filling out a bright red bikini. She could have walked out of a 1970s Playboy pictorial. He wasn't able to properly appreciate those women in their prime (he was busy being born), but always looked back fondly on the older magazines his friend's father had archived in the shed.

"John, this is Kira," April said, and John hopped up to be introduced.

"Picking up guys already?" Kira said, smirking.

"No, no, just chatting," April said.

John thought Kira had the better idea.

"You're here for a few days, John?"

"Until Sunday."

"Maybe we'll see you around."

"Sure." He hoped he didn't sound too eager about such a prospect. Meeting women seemed like such a chess game sometimes.

"Bye," April said. They walked over to a pair of lounge chairs twenty feet away. Not very far, but far enough.

I should have gotten April's number while I had the chance, John thought as he watched them set up their chairs and towels. I can't keep letting these opportunities slip by.

Realizing he shouldn't be caught staring, he returned to his book, yet found himself unable to finish more than a few sentences between peeks at the girls.

Kira lay on her stomach, head turned away from him. April, seated alongside, untied Kira's top and gathered her long hair toward his side, off her shoulders. She uncapped a tube of sunscreen and efficiently rubbed it into the blonde girl's bare back.

None of this was overtly sexual; it seemed unlikely the girls were about to start making out. With Kira's arms in the way, John couldn't even see anything revealed by her untied top. Still, she was enchanting to look at, and the scene suggested things his imagination was eager to run away with. He gazed at her bare legs and back, separated by a narrow swath of red covering the swells of her bottom.

Nothing against Kira, but he wished they would switch places, with April ditching her top.

They stayed that way for a while, Kira prone and April seated, chatting in voices just too low for him to distinguish their words. John returned to his book.

He finished about two pages when Kira said something he could make out: "Not now, he'll see!". Keeping the book open and his face forward, he quickly glanced over.

April knelt at the foot of the lounge, hands on Kira's bikini bottom, as if to peel it off. That snapshot would have to do for a while, because April had turned to look at him. He stared back intently at his book, after a while deciding it would be a good idea to turn a page.

"He's just reading," April said.

Kira said something too softly to make out, and then he heard nothing for a while. He chanced a sideways peek in their direction; they were still whispering about something. He forced himself to read an entire page, word by word, before peeking again.

Kira's bikini bottom was off.

She still lay prone, her pesky arms in the way, her best charms still hidden, but now there was a heavenly expanse of bare skin soaking up the sun. Her ass was magnificent. The shift in his day from ten minutes ago was dramatic: he was now twenty feet from a beautiful naked woman. Neither of them faced him at the moment, so he considered the risk low enough to take a longer look, a full second. Having gotten comfortable like this, would Kira later have the nerve to turn over? Maybe take a skinny dip? Even better, would April follow her lead?

John was staring at her, savoring these possibilities, feeling his dick get pleasingly hard, when April looked his way and met his gaze. Caught.

"I think we're distracting him," she told Kira.

Kira twisted to her left, back facing him, and peered over her shoulder. He attempted a nonchalant expression, as if he had just noticed her there, in the direction he happened to be randomly looking. She scowled; she wasn't buying it. She sat up, facing away, covering her breasts with her hands to prevent any accidental side view. He did get a great look at her butt, which she was unable to conceal.

"I'll talk to him," said April, and stood up. Kira picked up her bikini bottoms and pulled them up, lifting her butt momentarily off the lounge cushion to finish the job. It looked like the show was over.

"Hey John," April said, walking over. "Are we bothering you? Making a scene? I know you wanted some peace and quiet." She wasn't smiling. John felt as if he had peeked at something he wasn't supposed to.

"No, that's OK. No problem." He realized he had a visible erection and tried to inconspicuously tent his opened book over it.

Kira walked over to join them. She hadn't put her top back on, but simply held the cups over her breasts. Red straps dangled down like chow mein noodles.

"Kira, we should move," April said.

"No, no, don't. You're not bothering me at all."

"No, not 'bothering'," Kira said, with a smirk. She deftly repositioned her hands so that one arm covered her breasts, while with the other she plucked the book off his lap. Her bikini top fell to the deck; she ignored it.

"John," she said, shaking her head. "We've got a peeping tom here."

He saw little alternative than to admit the truth. "Well, you are quite an attractive woman."

"It gets annoying sometimes; it seems I can't lay out anywhere without men staring at my body."

He shrugged. With her looks, what did she expect? "I'm sorry. I certainly didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"I suppose you couldn't resist. Too much of a temptation." She cupped her chin for a moment, and said: "Is it too much of a tease, having a woman nearby wearing almost nothing, but still unattainable?"

Unattainability he'd had too much experience with. He considered her question carefully, like a martial artist sizing up an opponent. "Nope. I don't mind. You just appreciate from afar."

"You really don't mind being teased? 'Cause I like teasing men." She smiled lasciviously.

John felt himself grow harder, pressing against his trunks. "No, I do not mind." The tone had changed again. He glanced around: only the three of them were there.

"Okay," she said, and lowered her arm.

His eyes widened at the sight of her bare breasts, not too big, a perfect fit for his hands, he was sure of that. She reached down to touch him through the swim trunks, taking the tip of his penis between her thumb and fingers. "You're kind of hard now," she said. "I think I can make you get harder. Do you?"

He had the same answer he did for his friend back in Vermont, at the top of a black diamond ski run: do you think you can do this? "Let's find out."

"Lift up a bit," she said, grabbing the waistband of his trunks. She meant to take them off. He had second thoughts about that; it would put him at a significant disadvantage. She might take them and run away, all pretense gone. This could all be a nasty practical joke.

His instinct told him otherwise: that she was sincere, that this was a rare impulse for her, and it was best not to jinx anything. Whatever she wanted to do, he would go along with. He let her slide his trunks off and toss them aside. "Not bad," she said of his freed penis, which bobbed straighter and higher. She took it gently in her fingers. The sensation made him shiver.

"Don't move," she warned, her fingertips stroking him gently along his shaft. "You can't touch me, or do anything, unless I make you do it. I can do anything I want. No matter how much it kills you to stay still, you have to."

"Uh huh." He tried to force himself to relax.

"Now the whole thing about the tease," she said, "is that you can't come. As soon as you come, the tease is over. You have to get dressed and leave. OK?"

He hadn't thought this all the way through. Would she make him come? Did he want that? "Y-yeah, that's OK."

"It's up to you to make it last as long as possible." She glanced at his boner, which throbbed in her delicate grip. "And also, if you're about to come, you have to give me warning. I don't want to get a drop on me. Can you do that?"

"Sure, sure." It felt like a campaign promise.

"Good. Because if you come on me, even one drop, we're taking your swim trunks and your room key. You'll have to find your own way back to your room."

He shook his head. The stakes were very high. Her terms were punitive and imbalanced. "But, ah... if I don't? What's in it for me?"

She grinned. "Nothing. You're being teased. And you have to try not to enjoy it."

"That's harsh."

"And even if you give me warning, I probably won't stop what I'm doing, and I'll make you come on me. Then you're on your own."

"That's foul play!"

"I never said I was fair."

He realized he was probably doomed, yet it was too late to back out. Even if he did, for the rest of his life he would wonder what would have happened had he not chickened out. So he stayed in.

"Spread your legs," she said, forcing them apart. She knelt between them and leaned forward. What is she going to do? John wondered. The uncertainty, the ceding of control to a woman he had only known for a few minutes, filled him with dread.

"Don't move," Kira said. Taking the shaft between thumb and fingers, she guided the head of his penis along the contours of her breasts. John sighed. "Don't you dare come on my tits," she warned, as she flicked an erect nipple with the head. "I know you're thinking about it. You can probably even see it in your head. I know you want to." He was doing his best to hold back.

With her other hand, she caressed his scrotum. That was another sensation he wasn't sure if he could endure. "That's really tight," she said. "All shrunk. I think you're about to go off."

"N-not yet," he said, clenching his teeth, defiant.

She stood up and bent over him, jiggling her buoyant breasts above his face. "Just imagine if I really liked you, John. These would be yours. All my body would be yours. You could do anything you wanted. Do you want me?"

"I... I'm OK."

"Tell the truth," she warned.

"Hell yes I want you."

"Too bad," she said, standing up. She stared at him for a while, and he wondered if he had already passed the test. Maybe Kira had taken this as far as she was willing to. April looked at him, at his rigid dick, and at Kira.

Kira sighed and peeled off her bikini bottoms.

John shuddered. Kira was nude and looked fabulous. Just a thin landing strip of pubic hair above a pussy that looked already wet. He saw her lips, her clit, and he hungered for her. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"A better reminder of what you won't get," she said. "In fact..."

She straddled him. "Do NOT move," she said. Cautiously, she lowered her pelvis down just enough so that she could guide the tip of his dick to touch her pussy lips, but not slip inside. She pushed the tip back and forth, just a fraction of an inch, as if carefully erasing a single penciled letter. "Just imagine, being all the way inside," she said. She was so slick, and so warm, that he feared his senses would start to overload, and his control would be gone. His hips flexed, without him willing to, and he would have gone inside her had she not been quicker. She raised her hips, as if preparing to pounce, and the head of his dick felt the open air again. "I said don't move, John. One more of that and you lose."

She lowered herself back onto him, just enough for his organ to touch hers. It was unfair; she had stacked everything in her favor. He was close, very close, to blasting her with come. He could almost see this happening. That would get him into serious trouble. Every muscle in his body seemed to flex, pitching in to help prevent this.

Maybe a minute passed by, maybe five; he couldn't tell. But it gradually became apparent they were at a standoff. Kira had run out of weapons; there was nothing occurring to her to do further, short of an actual sex act. Unbelievably, John had survived. She stood up, shaking her head. "You've got some good self-control there, chum."

"What do I win?" he said.

"You go to round two." Kira was forcing herself to be a good sport, but he could tell she was irked.

"Let me try," said April. She took off her top, revealing absolutely luscious breasts, clean dark nipples on flawless skin. That's what he had wanted to see. His dick surged with new life.

Kira smirked. "Now we know. I'm from the wrong part of the world. You've been holding out on us, John. I didn't know you had another inch in you."

April knelt, and tongued the tip of his dick. "Now John, if you can manage not to come, then you can have me for the rest of the day. Kira too."

"What??" Kira said. "No, no, no. You can't just-"

The thought of being with them both made his head swim. "What, um, how long do I have to go?"

"Until I give up," April said.

"I did not agree to this!" Kira said.

"How about... if you come first, then you give up, and I win?" John said.

"You won't win."

"Then it's a bet?"

"You won't win. It can't happen."

"Then let's make a bet. First one to come loses."

"Okay. But you can't move, you can't do anything unless I tell you."

She took just the head of his dick in her mouth, moistening it with her tongue. "You're so hard, John. You're about to blow. I can feel it."

"I can hold for a long time..."

John expected April to go through the same routine as Kira, counting on his preference for her type to help push him over the top. But April didn't wait as long as Kira to go nuclear. She stripped her shorts and bikini bottoms, revealing barely there pubic hair and a hornet tattoo.

How lucky am I, John marveled. Holy fucking shit. She's perfect. No matter what else happens, this is the day I saw April naked. Even if he never saw her again, she would star in his fantasies forever.

She straddled him like Kira had done before, letting only his tip brush against her pussy lips. "You like this, John?"

He nodded. It was taking all his willpower and concentration to hold out, and talking had become an unwise use of resources. Would it make more sense to think of something else, and move his mind away; or was it more paramount to pay strict attention?

Unfortunately, she decided to give him something to do: "You can touch them." He knew it would be best to keep his hands at his sides; but he reached up, exploring her breasts tentatively at first, tracing their curves with fingertips, drawing circles around her small dark areolae and swelling nipples. Then he took them in his hands, savoring their softness, their weight. He started observing her response, finding out what she liked.




Awaken



"That feels really good," she said.

"April!" Kira warned, and was ignored. April was off her script.

John flicked her hard nipples with his thumbs, sending electric surges through her body. Her hips flexed, and suddenly dropped an inch or so lower, with the head of his dick now inside. Intentional or not, she didn't push herself back up. Seeing an opportunity, he worked her more intently, teasing and pinching, caressing. Her hips bucked again, and he was another inch inside. He experimentally lifted his pelvis, sliding in even more, and she didn't protest. She was so slippery, and so warm, that he was at the vertiginous edge of climax now. On his tiptoes. Arms pinwheeling.

April was no longer joking, teasing or scheming. Breathing hard, she stared into John's eyes. She thrust downward, taking him in completely. He grabbed her ass, which he hadn't been authorized to do, but she was no longer enforcing any rules. Kira was shouting something they both ignored. She seemed to be exuberantly in over her head, worried about nothing. She sat up, his dick completely inside her, her breasts bouncing deliciously, invitingly. Her eyes were shut now, and she grimaced as if in pain. The sensation in his dick was so intense, almost hurtfully so, that he wondered if he'd even be able to tell the moment that he climaxed, or even if he had already. But he was still baseball bat hard. He reached up to her chest, knowing her nipples had grown more and more sensitive as they'd stiffened.

She closed her eyes at his touch and gritted her teeth, as if in pain.

He thrust again, at the same time pinching both nipples.

April climaxed, swearing and spasming.

I've got her, I've got her, he exulted, and he let himself come too. She didn't seem too disappointed about losing. She leaned down, and kissed him, and...

And he woke up.

April was not on top of him. She never had been. She was over on the other chair with Kira. Both were dressed. They were staring at him in captivated horror. On the other hand, he was naked, his hand clenched around his hard dick, come still dribbling onto the shaft, his hand, and his stomach.

What the fuck? his mind screamed. What the fucking fuck just happened?

He glanced at the girls, hoping for answers, or absolution, but they gaped mutely. Details of what must have happened spattered like paint drops on a canvas until a picture began to form. He must have taken his own trunks off. In his sleep. The girls had been naked only in his dream. A wet dream. Wet daydream.

This was bad. It didn't even matter how it happened. He wasn't going to find anything out just laying here holding his dick. He had to leave now.

Where the hell were his trunks? They weren't at his side, or under the lounge seat, or on the adjacent table. No time to look, anyway. He'd have to write them off. He was standing there, bent over now, peeking under the lounge, ass facing the hotel, cock dangling between his legs. Every second spent out here was one second too many. It was time to get the fuck out of Dodge.

"Sorry," he cried, for whatever good that would do, and bounded up, running toward the hotel entrance. His softening cock flapped as he ran. This was the nightmare probably every guy'd had occasionally: bare-assed, cock hanging out, clothes gone, completely naked in public. But now it was really happening.

He sprinted down the corridor in a full panic, still in shock. How had this happened? Why? Outside the gift shop, he collided with a middle-aged couple in swimsuits and towels. Alarmed, they backpedaled away from him. "Sorry!" he yelled, and spun around, lost for a moment. Anywhere. Out. Just go.

A couple of guys his age shouted and laughed, incredulous. An officious-looking woman in slacks and polo shirt backed away. John tried to thread his way through the thickening crowd without making contact.

He rounded a corner and tangled with a slim, pretty brunette girl, college coed probably, in a string bikini and designer handbag. She shrieked as she fell backward, lengthwise, onto an armless sofa; he stumbled forward, landing on top of her. She shrieked again, and he was acutely aware of frightening this must be from her viewpoint, a naked man pinning her body under his. He had instinctively reached out to steady himself, and now his hands were snagged under her bikini top, which was quickly jerked upward, freeing petite but very well-formed breasts. She screamed. He was trying to get free, ideally to lift himself off without touching her again, but her top was tangled, his elbows were beneath his ribs, and his hands were snared. He tried get free, to get some leverage so he could push himself up without crushing her in the process, but the only result, which he couldn't seem to avoid, was to continue groping her exposed breasts.

He finally freed one hand, then the other, her left nipple momentarily caught between his fingers, stretching, and snapping back as it was released. He lost his balance, though, and collapsed, no longer even propping his body above hers. Her top was shoved up around her neck, and her breasts pressed against his bare chest. Her heart beat as fast as a bird's. Her eyes were wide, and her lips parted. He was face to face with her, lips inches apart, close enough to kiss. She was too terrified or appalled at this point to even scream. He felt his dick, which was growing hard again, poke between her clamped thighs, pushing and probing against her bikini bottom.

Conflicted feelings swirled in him. He could tell she was horrified and repulsed by him, yet he was increasingly attracted to her; infatuated, even. She was very cute, and nearly naked herself. As she squirmed beneath him, her breasts rubbed pleasingly against him, and her crotch, protected by the bikini bottom, unwittingly pushed against the head of his erection. Her lips were really kissable, parted just slightly, inches away...

"Get OFF of me!" she cried. She found leverage under John's shoulders and forced him to the side. He bounced off the floor hard and leaped up. She brought her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms over them, protecting herself. If she'd had a cross, she might have waved it in his face. He came to his senses and ran off, finding his way to the elevators.

Thank heavens, no one else waiting. He slapped the Up button and kept pushing it until an elevator arrived. Please be empty, he prayed, as the doors leisurely slid open. No one was inside.

This was the home stretch; he thought he had a decent chance of making it back to his room without being seen again. How many people had seen him so far? Ten? Twenty? Would there be cops here ten minutes from now, and tearful women giving his description? 

He jammed the Door Close button, cursing the slow response. The doors finally started to shut, a moment too late: a woman slipped her hand in between. They reopened obligingly and she stepped in.

Winnie was 35 and a mother of twin ten-year-old boys, both of whom were staying back home with her sister. Her husband was away on business. Busy family life and bearing children had taken their toll on her figure, but she had worked hard the last six months, and was proud of what she'd done. There was still that inch of tummy that wouldn't go away, and she wished her thighs were thinner. But nursing two infants had given her breasts an extra cup size that now, even a decade later, had not been taken back. 

This vacation was for her alone, to sit by the pool, maybe flirt with a few guys, feel good about herself as they admired her in a swimsuit. She wouldn't cheat, not even a kiss, but looked forward to feeling some vicarious (and imaginary) romantic thrills.

What she didn't expect was to hop into an elevator with a naked man.

"Aaa!" she cried, and wanted to step back out, but the doors were now shut. The elevator started upward.

"Sorry," John said, covering his dick with both hands. "Long story." Well, wasn't this awkward.

He expected her to look away, but she didn't. In another situation, he might have made a pass at her. She had the natural bronze skin of a Pacific islander, and dark brown, nearly black hair. She wore a dark one-piece suit, a mesh poncho coverup, and carried a matching mesh bag. Initially shocked, she now seemed intrigued, if only as rubbernecking a car on fire.

"Is there a nude section in the pool area?" she said.

Are you being sarcastic? John thought. It didn't seem like she was trying to editorialize, though. Certainly he was dressed for exactly such a thing. There was supposed to be a nude beach just down the road anyway, in La Jolla. He shook his head and looked away.

"I didn't mean to be rude," she said. "I just thought... anyway, I was wondering. I'm Winnie."

"John." He looked at her more closely. Underneath the mesh coverup, where he'd assumed was a swimsuit, Winnie wore nothing at all. She had voluptuous hips and breasts, nipples the color of dark chocolate.

"You'd be all set," she teased.

He stared at her dark bush. How had he not noticed right away? "I'm not so sure," he said glumly. "I, uh, tend to get excited easily."

"I know, that's what they say." She waved it off. "Nudity and sex completely divorced from each other. Healthy, non-sexual 'naturism' and all that." She stepped closer to him. "When I'm out there naked in the sun, all kinds of people watching me, I have to go to my room every once in a while, let off some steam, if you know what I mean."

He knew.

"Some places are more cool about it," she said. "I can just lay outside and get myself off. People tend to be polite, go out of their way not to watch. Sometimes they will anyway, my legs are spread and I have a finger or two inside myself. But it isn't as good as it would be having a guy just make love to me right there."

John didn't know what to say until the elevator dinged. "My floor," he said.

"Mine, too." She followed him out. The landing was open-air, with a light breeze, a great view of the shore and other hotels along the beach. No one else was on this floor, but they were still within view of a lot of people. She set down her bag, gripped the hem of her poncho, and lifted it over her head.

Her legs were a little thick, and picky men would have complained about her waist and tummy, but John wasn't shooting for a fashion magazine. He considered her sexy as hell; nothing wrong with her. She took his hands. They were both naked; there was little doubt about what was coming next. His erection poked her belly as they came together and her lips took his. He reached for those buoyant breasts, damn she was hot, he'd have to watch himself.

"When I see a man get hard," she said, "from looking at my naked body... it makes me so wet..."

Right here? he wondered, thinking it might be a good idea to take her to his room, but she wasn't waiting, she wouldn't let him wait, this gorgeous woman who loved being nude and making love outside in the sun. She was stroking him as he pawed her breasts and reached down between her legs, yeah, she was slick wet, just like she said. Her attitude, her hunger for this made her even more appealing. He felt his dick start to pulse and thought either they should back off a bit or he should slip it inside her...

He climaxed. Too early, but way too pleasurable to fend off. She would understand. They'd head back to his room, he could clean up, and they could start again, slower this time, savoring each other's touch. He closed his eyes, shivering as his dick throbbed. She was right; there really was something to outdoor sex, even interrupted outdoor sex; he could do this as many times as she wanted. He opened his eyes, and he was--

Back in the elevator. His right hand still wrapped around his pulsing dick. Come dribbling onto the carpet. Winnie, if that was even her name, in her mesh wrap (and she wasn't naked underneath, no, he had imagined that; she wore a black one-piece suit) was still retreating, squeezing herself into the corner opposite from him as far as she could.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He backed out into the alcove serving the main elevators and scrambled blindly into the main hallway. Anyone standing in the way would have been bowled over; but the hallway was empty. It was also enclosed, of course: a row of doors on each side. It always had been. The open-air landing existed only in his daydream.

A housekeeper's cart, loaded with linens, cleaning supplies and coffee packets, was parked about ten doors away to his right. From the open room next to it was the muffled whine of a vacuum cleaner. The other doors were shut. All John had to do was reach his own room before the person cleaning the other room stepped outside. An embossed sign showed which room numbers were to the left and to the right. He hadn't looked at it directly; he knew where his room was. But something odd struck him about it, and he glanced at it again.

This wasn't his floor.

His floor was 17; this was the 11th. Probably Winnie's instead of his. If she wasn't still in shock, she had probably decided that following him out of the elevator was not such a hot idea.

John didn't relish trying to catch another elevator to floor 17. That left far too much up to chance. There would be less traffic on the stairs. On this floor, to the right was whoever was cleaning the room, out of sight for now. To the left, the hallway was completely empty, and a green exit sign beckoned at the end. There was his stairway. He sprinted in that direction.

His bare feet thumped on the carpet as he ran, along a half-length of corridor that now seemed as long as a football field. He hoped that none of the occupants in the two dozen rooms he dashed past would wonder why someone was running by and poke their heads out. People could be counted on to be intensely curious about the wrong things.

He pushed the safety door open and spun into the stairwell. Worn carpet gave way to cold concrete. He let the door swing closed and caught his breath. As it clicked shut an ominous thought occurred to him: what if this was one of those stairways that you could exit only at the ground floor? He could climb up to 17, but the one-way door wouldn't open on his side; only on the room side. Some hotels were strict about that: stairs were only for escaping fires. Otherwise you used the elevator.

If that were true, he was screwed. He'd have to walk back downstairs, go through the lobby again, and ride the elevator again, hopefully without being seen. At this point that seemed unachievable.

I might as well find out now, he reasoned, before I go up six flights. He gingerly tried the door handle. It engaged, and he opened the door just an inch, enough to verify it could be done. Relieved, he let it quietly click shut.

There wasn't time to relax. He imagined what was taking place in the lobby: April, Kira, the girl on the couch, even Winnie from the elevator, retelling and corroborating their stories at the front desk, where a staffer quickly phones security. Men in suits fanning out, climbing stairs, combing the hotel floor by floor, looking for a naked man on the run. Even high-tech video-screens in security headquarters, the red outline of his body tracked against a blue diagram of the floor plan. Cornered like a rat. 

The sooner he reached his room and got dressed, the better. He could figure out the next step once he got there.

He took the stairs two at a time, turning twice for each floor, counting them as they went by. At floor 17, he paused outside the door, short of breath, his heart pounding. It seemed like he had been running all day. He swept back hair that had plastered to his forehead with sweat. His dick was rock hard, rigid, and throbbing. He shook his head: that organ had a funny idea of what was considered stimulating. It wasn't helping. He took another deep breath. It was probably just the rapid flow of blood, he reasoned, that was making him hard. That's how it worked, didn't it? In any case, it would look much worse if he was caught looking like this. If he could calm down, his dick probably would as well.

He nudged the door open a few inches, making sure no one was directly outside, then just enough to scan the 17th floor corridor. It was deserted as well, except for another cleaning cart, and the open door of a distant room being cleaned, on the opposite side of the elevator alcove from where he was. If that room was farther down the hall than his, he wouldn't have to sneak past it. He was preparing what he hoped was his last sprint down the hallway, when the cleaning lady stepped out of the room. His heart nearly stopped. He stepped back and let the door swing almost all the way shut; he didn't want her to hear it click.

She knocked and called "Housekeeping!" before entering the next room. He listened to this behind the nearly shut door, and gave her time to go inside before he dared peek in the hallway. Right away, she stepped out again, and he froze. She didn't notice him. She took a stack of bedsheets and re-entered the room. How many times is she going to pop in and out? he wondered. He forced himself to count to fifteen, and hoped she would stay busy for the few more seconds it would take him to reach his room. How far was it beyond the elevator area? He tried to remember the floor plan he had glanced at when he arrived, to make note of the fire exits. The third room on the right. Maybe the fourth. He didn't want to spend a lot of time looking.

A chime sounded: one of the elevators. He moved back and peered with one eye down the hallway. There were muffled voices, then two parents and three kids lugging suitcases and a stroller. They turned his way, and he pulled the door shut. Their voices carried enough that he could eventually overhear the conversation: a lunch was planned, somewhere, after they unpacked and got the baby changed. He listened to them enter their room and lock the door.

Moments later, the cleaning lady started her vacuum. Good. She would have to spend at least a couple minutes using it, and she wouldn't hear him in the hallway. He gathered up his courage, opened the door, and checked one last time. The hall was empty. As good a time now as any. He ran toward his room. He was so close now, feeling like a running back who had juked past the last defender, and now all that waited between him and the goal line was empty turf. He sprinted past the elevator area, past the ice machine room, and nearly skidded to a stop at his door. Then, as it dawned on him what he was missing, he stood in front of the locked door, dazed, nearly numb.

He didn't have his key.

The little white mag-strip card was not with him. It was in the pocket of his swim trunks, somewhere on the pool deck, down 17 floors and through the lobby. Didn't think about that, he thought morosely. Guess that leaves me right and proper fucked. Do I sneak back to the pool and try to do this all over again? Or do I head down the stairs and just leave, taking my chances outside?

The chime of the elevator meant he would need to decide now. Before the elevator people walked out, could he make it to the stairway ahead of him, past the cleaning lady? No. She might see him anyway. The stairs he had come up, behind him? No way; too far. He was trapped, and starting to panic, when he remembered the ice machine room. It was toward the elevators, and the people coming out; but he would be running and they would not. He sprinted there and ducked inside before a group of three coeds rounded the corner.

The ice room offered almost no place to hide. It was the size of a walk-in closet, with no door, and most of its space taken up by the ice maker and a vending machine selling two-dollar bottles of soda. He squeezed in between the soda machine and the forward wall, maybe eighteen inches of dusty space. Still, it was the best choice. Any place else was within easy view of anyone walking past and glancing in. Here, he was hidden, as long as no one on the 17th floor got thirsty.




Awaken



He held his breath as the girls walked past. None of them peeked inside. He waited until he heard them unlock their door and go inside. He prepared to tiptoe out when the cleaning lady called "Housekeeping!" again and knocked on the next door. Count to 25, he told himself. She'll come back out for linens before staying inside for a while.

He sighed. He couldn't play hide and seek with her forever. Without his key, there wasn't even a reason to be up here. He considered snatching a towel, or even a bedsheet, from the cart and heading back downstairs. That would be a decent idea as long as he didn't get caught. Walking around with something you swiped from Housekeeping, and hey! What are you wearing underneath? Nothing?

He peeked outside. Was the cleaning lady moving closer? It looked like she was. He counted the doors between them, wishing he had done so earlier. Eight. After eight times however long it took to clean a room, she would pass by the ice room, maybe give it a quick dusting, and his hiding place would be no good.

He waited for the vacuum cleaner to run, then another stretch of quiet, then "Housekeeping!" and another knock. He waited for her to go inside and checked where she was. Seven doors away. Definitely moving in his direction. Seven rooms to clean...

Including his.

He shook his head and smiled. That was it. He didn't need a key, because she had one! All he needed to do was wait until she opened his door, and then sneak in behind her. Duck into the bathroom, turn on the light, hell, turn on the shower, and then claim he had been there all the time. Sure, it wouldn't be easy; but difficult was better than impossible.

His own room was two doors away from where she was now. Just wait for the third "Housekeeping!", he told himself, and go in. All you have to do is not get caught.

That was more important than ever, he realized. A naked guy down on the pool deck could be written off as a public nuisance, a fraternity prank. A naked guy sneaking around people's hotel rooms was a sex offender. The stakes were higher here.

A man left his room and strolled down the hall, whistling. Just walk on by, John thought. You don't need ice, you don't need an overpriced soda. Just keep going. The worst part was that he wouldn't know if the guy was coming in until his frame filled the doorway.

Keep going, John thought. The man grew nearer, and for a moment John saw him, at an angle through the doorway. Gym shorts, Laker jersey. Headphones. Fortunately, he kept walking and never peeked into the ice room.

There was little to do now but wait. He took deep, silent breaths. He felt his pulse begin to slow. He peered into the hallway, following the floral patterns in the wallpaper on the opposite side of the hall, framed by his oblique angle of view through the ice room doorway. The cleaning lady's "Housekeeping!" startled him, as he had calmed himself into nearly a meditative state. He stretched out his hands and fingers, and stood on the balls of his feet. One room to go.

When he heard "Housekeeping!" again, he counted to 25, looked both ways, and stepped into the hallway. The open door to his room beckoned like the gates of heaven.

She had parked the cart on his side of the door, so he'd have to sneak around it before slipping inside. That was a small drawback; he would have preferred staying against the wall instead of the middle of the hallway. He started tiptoeing toward his room before noticing his bare feet made no sound on the carpet anyway.

He had almost reached the cart, preparing to sidestep around it, when the advantage of having the cart on his side became clear. Without warning, the cleaning lady stepped out. He immediately dropped into a crouch behind the cart.

"Hello?" she said. She had seen something. "Is anyone there?"

Please, no, he thought. Go back inside. Behind the cart, and its small attached garbage bin, there was nowhere else for him to go. The cart was less than chest high to him, maybe shoulder height for her. Only the angle of sight kept him hidden. A taller person could have spotted him from where she stood. If she happened to walk around the cart, she would see him anyway.

"Hello?" she repeated. He didn't even dare peek in her direction. There was no way to check on her without revealing himself.

"Hmmph," she said, apparently giving up.

He kept still. He'd have to wait a while, not too long, and then hope she was back inside. Suppose she was standing there, silent, waiting in ambush? There was no way to know for sure. On his tiptoes, he was crouched down, legs apart. His quads and calves were starting to burn. His dick was having a fine old time, hard as ever, enjoying the situation and the adrenaline. This still irritated and baffled him, but something that he had never understood before was beginning to make some sense.

What was the point of guys flashing or streaking? Now an attractive woman showing off her body in skimpy clothes (or no clothes at all) was a noble undertaking. Nearly all guys favored such things, and the women in European beaches and so on seemed to at least tolerate it. But a guy running around naked was a supply for which there was no demand. Guys were not interested, of course; but most women didn't appreciate it either. They got offended, or repulsed, or spooked. They called the cops.

But John was beginning to understand the appeal of male exhibitionism. It was mainly for the man himself. He knew this now. Part of him even exulted in the thrill of what had happened downstairs, completely naked in public, people staring at him, his ass and cock and balls in plain view. If he was erect, that was even better; a situation that fed on itself. And if others had seen him come...

He replayed the incident on the couch, like a highlight reel. He embellished its details, and he imagined the situation including the girl's point of view. Her looks were unchanged; she had been quite appetizing enough in real life. But in his replay, her bikini became much more precariously held together. Instead of a conventional bikini top, she now wore a bandeau, strapless and bare shoulders, with a single knot in the back. Side ties also kept her bikini bottom from falling off. She had walked carefully from her room, daring herself to wear the bikini in public, afraid of causing the ties to loosen.

When she fell back, he fell on top of her, and his hands inadvertently fumbled at her breasts, the back knot unraveled. To her horror, the top was now completely loose and easily slid off entirely. She was now bare from shoulders to waist, with this naked stranger on top of her. She squirmed away in the only direction she could: headfirst, along the couch cushion. She found out this was a bad idea; now his face was between her breasts. Worse, the knots holding her bikini bottom up had come undone; she had felt the material slipping down, and her bare bottom sliding along the cushion. Her bikini bottom slipped between her legs and off. Suddenly, before she could even imagine such a thing happening, she was also naked.

He tried to get up, but only found himself falling further forward, so he was face to face with her again. His dick probed between her thighs, then at her pubic mound as she struggled beneath him. He lifted his hips up a moment, but slipped again, and his cock slid inside her. Her eyes widened like dinner plates and she struggled more vigorously; but he was in for good.

John interrupted his reverie. I've got to stop thinking about that, about her, he thought as he hid behind the cleaning cart. His dick was pulsing almost painfully, and a spot of heat on the tip felt like he had pissed too close to a campfire. He tried to think about something else, anything else, but his mind returned to one more vision of the naked girl moaning in ecstasy as he fucked her. He had just enough time to cup one hand over the end of his dick before it started pumping out hot streams of come. He gritted his teeth as his entire body seemed to spasm, to squeeze more out.

Shit, I'm in big fucking trouble now, he thought. He stood up, and the cleaning lady wasn't there, but it might not have made a difference anyway. With his clean hand, he grabbed a set of drink napkins, tipping a stack of them onto a box of teabags. He wiped as much off as he could and tossed the sticky napkins in the trash bag. The smell seemed to fill the hallway. How could he hide now?

The elevator chimed again. Alternatives were being shut off one by one as the world closed in around him. He stepped around the cart and peeked into his room. The cleaning lady was placing the pillows back on the bed, and drawing the bedspread. She was facing away, for the moment. There wasn't much time.

He tiptoed into his entryway. The closet was to the right, and the door to the darkened bathroom to the left. She tucked the bedspread under each pillow. He nudged the door open and backed inside, easing it shut. In the dark, he reached for the lower switch that would turn on the light but not the fan. Good so far.

He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It was freezing cold, almost too cold to stand, but he felt exhilarated now; he was home free. If anyone asked, he had been here all the time. Just taking a shower in his own hotel room.

The hot water came up, like a sunrise, and he turned it all the way up. The scalding water and lather cleansed his skin of the sweat and dirt and worse. He scrubbed and shampooed, spending about twenty minutes by his estimate, his fingertips shriveling, long enough for the cleaning lady to have left the room. The next step was easy: in the safety of his locked hotel room, get dressed. Confident, he toweled off, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped outside.

The cleaning lady was still there. So was a guy from hotel security, in a suit not quite his size. A silver nameplate identified him as S. Grath, hotel security. Shit.

"What's going on?" John said.

"We need to see some ID," Grath said. The cleaning lady was silent, but fixed him with an accusing stare.

"What's this about?"

"Let's just see the ID."

"Can I get dressed first?"

"This should only take a minute." Grath's affable smile didn't match the situation.

John's heart sunk, as he guessed everything had been found out while he was showering. But: if all Grath wanted to see was if he belonged in the room, then the facts were on his side. This was his room.

"It's in the safe," John said, stepping past them to open the closet, one hand keeping his towel from slipping off. He typed the combination and the in-room safe clicked open. He fetched his wallet and opened it to show his driver's license. Grath looked at the license, looked at him, and checked the name he had written on a notepad. This satisfied him and his gruff demeanor softened.

"We're sorry, Mr. O'Brien. Housekeeping reported someone had entered the room while she was cleaning it, and we always check those reports out."

"That's okay," said John. He looked for the right combination of words to end the conversation as quickly as possible without appearing to do so. The less Grath saw of him, the better. Word had to have gotten to him about the incidents in the lobby. If he started looking for any connections between down there and up here, John would still be in trouble.

"When would be a good time for her to return and finish cleaning the room?" Grath said.

"How about an hour from now? I have to get dressed and make a few phone calls. Then I'll be out." This was true.

"Okay. Our apologies, Mr. O'Brien."

"Not a problem."

John watched them leave. The cleaning lady gave him a glance which he had no problem reading. She had seen white guys cover for each other before, and she would see it again. But she knew. She knew the room was empty when she entered it, and for some reason he had snuck in afterward, and even if it was his own room, something was fishy. He was probably the guy she heard out in the hallway earlier, but never caught sight of. He was hiding something, and she knew.

John felt gratitude for a hotel management that took the word of its guests over its employees; and relieved, instead of contrite, for having taken advantage. Grath hadn't even mentioned the cleaning lady by name. She was just one of the staff, and her report didn't pan out. Case closed.

He locked and bolted the door, and exhaled, relieved. "I've got to get hold of myself," he said. "Right now." He collapsed backward on the bed, still in his towel, facing the ceiling.

The same thing had happened twice today, ten minutes apart. The girl on the sofa didn't really count, that was different, because it really happened. Besides, she wasn't Asian.

That was the trigger, he realized, for his waking erotic daydreams: pretty Asian women. He'd known for a long time he had a preference. Something about April and the elevator lady had set him off. Now, just two episodes was not enough to establish a pattern; but it dawned on him that there had been more than two. Many more. He had forgotten them all, until today's events close together had unlocked memories of them.

Scenes his mind had hidden away now came back. It had happened at least a dozen times, maybe twenty. Late night at the gym, or at a dance club. Tennis court, beach, others. After each episode, he would somehow forget completely what happened, as if the incident were simply snipped out, and the rest of his life's memory pulled and stitched together. But now they were coming back.

Waking dreams. Somehow he would slip from the real world into the erotic daydream, a transition so smooth he never noticed he was dreaming, until it was too late. It always ended with his jerking himself off, usually in public, and waking with the shock of something he had never experienced before. Each time was like the first.

And now, that he had the presence of mind and the memory to actually analyze this, he knew the cause, or at least the catalyst: Asian women. It seemed almost every pretty one he saw made him think about sex, and everyone he got close to triggered these waking wet dreams. He had no idea why, and it seemed preposterous on the whole, but there was plenty of evidence. Cause and effect.

It would be best to stay away from them until he figured out a cure.

He cleaned himself with a soapy washcloth, put on a fresh pair of boxers, and sat on the side of the bed. If he could figure this much out, a professional ought to be able to do better. If he could get his head straightened out now, this afternoon, he might be able to enjoy his last two days here. Waiting until next Monday to see someone back in town didn't seem like a good idea. He opened the phone book and looked for Psychiatric Counseling. When he saw the list of names, he reached for a pen.

He crossed out Elaine Chen, Jessy Fong, Kumi Harada, Amy Lee, Jennifer Nguyen, Iris Park, and Angelica Wu. Too dangerous. To be safe, he crossed out every other woman's name too, leaving a dozen men to call.

Dr. Chris Wesley, the second-to-last name, had an opening at one in the afternoon, just ninety minutes away. Perfect. John thanked the receptionist and hung up.

He knew he'd be famished by two o'clock or so, and needed some lunch before his appointment. Yet going to a restaurant, or even a supermarket, or especially ordering room service, seemed too risky. It would be best to avoid all human contact until he met Dr. Wesley. He grabbed a laundry bag and opened the minibar, sweeping out candy bars, chips, and a can of Coke. It was expensive and unhealthy, yet the best choice for now.

He got dressed and followed the stairway down to the parking lot, judging it better to wait in his car, parked at Dr. Wesley's office, than in his room. The cleaning lady would be coming back. If she had questions, better for no one being there to answer. 

Wesley's office was only two exits down the freeway, in a three-story building of similar offices. John parked in the back corner, underneath a drooping tree. In silence, he ate his lunch and waited for one o'clock before walking up to the office.

The receptionist, whose voice he recognized from the phone call, was a prim, well-groomed middle-aged woman, a couple dozen pounds overweight. And white. Safe. The only other person in the waiting room was a gray-haired executive reading a financial journal.

"Dr. Wesley will see you now." The receptionist escorted him through a side door into an empty office. Degree certificates in glass frames decorated the wall above a shelf of identical hardcover tomes. A leather chair sat next to a matching couch. So they really do use couches, he thought.

"She'll be here in a moment," the receptionist said, and left.

She? John thought as the door shut. Chris Wesley is a she?

He was even more alarmed when Dr. Chris Wesley walked in. She looked Chinese, maybe Korean. Just what he was intending to avoid. For all the care he had taken selecting a doctor, he might as well have chosen at random.

She was smartly dressed in an above-the-knee black skirt, which showed off shapely legs in pale hose, and a white blouse giving the barest hint of a white bra underneath. The open top button exposed a slim triangle of skin leading down from the neck, pointing to what he imagined were a very nice pair of breasts. Her stylish haircut, just off the shoulder, framed a beautiful face with captivating almond eyes and immaculate brows.

John's heart sunk. "Chris" was probably short for "Christine", and "Wesley" was one of those stealth surnames that hot Asian women adopted to conceal themselves. It was completely unfair. No way I could have guessed, he protested. I should have asked when I called.

"I'm Chris Wesley," she said, extending a hand. "You seem a little dismayed to see me. Were you expecting someone else?"

John sighed. "I saw your name and I thought... well, I didn't expect you."

"If you don't feel comfortable, I can take you to the front desk and reschedule," she said. "You might not get in until next week, though."

"I'm on business. I fly back in three days." John chewed his lip, pondering. "No, let's keep the appointment. I have to face this head-on."

"Okay!" Chris led him to the couch and sat in the adjoining chair. "Shall we start?"

"Yeah."

She opened her notebook, checked something, then put it aside. She leaned slightly toward him. "My receptionist said you reported having nightmares, is that correct?"

"No, not nightmares. More like daydreams, during the day. And not scary, either. At least until I wake up."

"How does it happen?"

He was silent for a while, hoping to put together the right words. "It starts whenever I'm near a pretty Asian woman." He noticed her eyebrows raise slightly. "At some point I slip into the daydream state, and it's very erotic, what goes on in this dream. But it's so vivid that I can't tell it isn't real. So the dream goes on, she's taking off her clothes, we move together, having sex and so on, I come, and then I wake up."

He paused for a while, and she prodded him to go on.

"And I find out what I've really been doing is taking off my clothes and, uh, whacking off in public. When I come in the dream, I also come for real. The woman's still got her clothes on. None of the daydream stuff really happened."

"My god," Chris said, concerned. "I can't imagine what that must feel like."

"Paranoid. Discouraged. Mortified. Angry. Take your pick."

Chris leaned forward, laid a hand on his shoulder. "The good news is, there have been people before going through experiences similar to what you are having to endure. It's not some moral failing, and it's not unique to you. There's even a term for it -- somnonanism -- though I'm not happy with the word. But it's better than the slang term. In any case, we should be able to cure what's causing the problem."




Awaken



Warmth. The sweet smell of the summer air. I stepped with my bare feet onto the rolling, grassy plain. The soft green grass tickled my toes. The warm wind passed across the field, creating ripples in the taller grasses which danced under the rich blue sky. Large puffy white clouds passed by overhead but never dared to encroach on such a beautiful day by passing in front of the sun. I saw two birds flutter past as another gentle breeze blew across the plain.

I was wearing a simple lime-green soft cotton dress, the most comfortable dress you could imagine. The top was sleeveless and form-fitting without feeling restrictive, while the lightweight skirt hung down past my knees and wafted around my legs from the breeze. I curled my toes, gripping the soft grass to enjoy its texture before finally sitting down in the field. A butterfly flittered in front of me and came to rest on my knee for just a moment before moving off to find a real flower.

I sat in the field for what seemed like hours, listening to the birds sing in a nearby grove of trees, breathing the sweet scent of wildflowers, watching a few busy bees making their rounds among the clovers.

It almost startled me when a cool breeze, almost unpleasant, passed across the field. I shivered for a moment, but soon the warmth seemed to return. I lay down on my back in the grass, looking up at the sky, watching as another cloud, shaped somewhat like one of those busy bees, passed by overhead.

Then, I felt the touch of fingers against my left calf. I lifted myself up onto my hands with a start and looked down. No one was there. Then I felt it again. This time the fingers were touching me in the curve of my waist. I looked closely and saw a faint blue glimmer. The glimmer moved around my waist and across my stomach, gently stroking, and then returned again to my waist. It was a soft touch, and the soft cotton of my dress, through which I was being touched, seemed to only make it softer. As I watched the glimmer I saw that it appeared to be a hand with fingers, attached to an arm that seemed to trail off into nowhere. The ghostly hand passed across my belly again, then traced down around the front of my thigh to my knee... then back up again across my belly. The touch was very pleasant, and for some reason I didn't feel disturbed or bothered that I was being caressed by a translucent, bodiless hand which didn't seem to even move my skirt as it stroked across it.

I continued to watch the hand as it reached up and took my shoulder, then stroked down my arm slowly and tenderly, continuing as it reached my hand, tracing each of my five fingers with its own. It reached around and touched me on my waist, on my right side this time, and then I felt a second touching my right thigh. I saw that second hand began to move up and down my thigh between my knee and my hip, while the first hand caressed my stomach. I cooed with delight as the hands continued their caress and the gentle heat of the sun and the sweet smell of purple clovers surrounded me, filling every one of my senses with pleasure. I laid down on my back again, smiling blissfully.

I felt the hand on my leg move to the inside of my right thigh. It was strange, as it moved upward from my knee, that I didn't feel my skirt lift away from my legs. I raised my head, then propped myself up on my hands again to get a better look, not in concern but in curiosity. I saw the arm and part of the hand actually passing through my dress! I watched in awe as the hand moved up and down my thigh slowly, occasionally squeezing and massaging, while its counterpart gently traveled across my tummy. It felt just as soft as the one touching me though the outside of my dress, and I realized that it wasn't the cotton making the fingers feel soft. The hand on my leg switched sides, and began to caress my left thigh again, still through my skirt, moving farther and father up with every motion. I gasped just slightly as the ghostly fingers moved within inches of my sex. I wanted them to keep going. I parted my legs just enough to make room for the hand to continue climbing higher, wondering only for a moment if it would understand the message. And then, I felt the fingers moving up my thigh again. I shivered with electricity as what felt like two of those fingers stroked slowly and tenderly up my outer lips and across my mound as the hand traveled to my tummy.

I sighed in pleasure and laid back again, aching for another soft touch between my legs. But none came. Instead, I felt both hands now caressing my tummy, working upwards. They traced around the outside of my small breasts, starting in the center and working their ways out, then circling back up my upper chest and then down through the valley of my cleavage. The fingers then spread and moved across the surface of my breasts, tenderly passing across my erect nipples.

I felt a new sensation. It felt like a kiss against my left breast. Soft, tender, and just a bit moist. Just as with the touch of the hands, it passed through the cotton to my skin beneath. Then another came. A third was placed directly on my nipple, then the wetness of an unseen tongue began to circle it slowly. I gasped and moaned, pressing my legs together as the tongue danced with my nipple, joined by a pair of invisible lips every few seconds. One of the hands was still fondling my right breast, while the second I now felt stroking through my long hair. I arched my back, pressing my nipple into the mouth that wasn't there which suckled at me hungrily.

The mouth moved away. I thought I could see the soft blue shape of lips float by before I felt them descending on my right breast. It did not land on my nipple straight away, bit kissed around my breast in a wide circle which tightened slowly towards the center. I could no longer see the hand which had been on my right breast, but the hand which had been stroking my hair so gently now moved to my left where it began to caress and massage. I gasped as the mouth finally took in my nipple, the lips grasping it, sucking, the tongue flicking the tender tip before swirling around it.

I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I thought for a moment about reaching down and beginning to satisfy my own growing need, but I could not bring myself to move. It almost felt wrong to do anything except to continue to lie back in the warm grass while my invisible lover continued its ministrations.

My lover did not keep me waiting. I felt the second hand again, its fingers moved down my belly, across my belly button, and passed slowly over my pubic mound. I curled my fingers, taking handfuls of grass as the fingers moved down again over my labia, the palm of the hand coming to rest on my mound. The mouth did not stop, but continued to suckle and kiss my aching nipple. Slowly, the hand then slid forward, cupping its palm around my whole sex, pressing against me just enough to drive me wild, but not enough to give me satisfaction. It was maddening! The mouth finally released my nipple, the hand on my breast moved, and I felt kisses trailing down between my breasts and towards my belly. One soft kiss followed another as the tender lips continued down towards my belly button, where they planted one last kiss and disappeared.

The only part of my invisible lover that remained touching me now was the hand on my pussy. Still motionless. The warm summer breeze passed over me again as I lay there in ecstasy waiting for what would come next. I finally felt the hand squeeze my labia, the relief so overwhelming that I moaned loudly. The hand began to massage the outside of my cunt, fingers stoking and kneading my labia. I could feel the moisture escaping from my cleft and wondered for a moment if it would cling to that ghostly hand. I began to lustfully buck my hips upward, my breath growing heavy.

I let out a loud cry as a finger parted my slit at the bottom and traveled upwards across my entrance and over my clit. It circled around my clit slowly and lovingly several times before traveling back down across my entrance. Several other fingers massaged between my outer and inner lips. Then I felt that one finger dip itself into me, just slightly. I bucked and moaned, trying to force it in deeper, but my efforts were futile. It circled around the shallow parts of my vagina teasingly for nearly a minute before finally entering in the rest of the way. I savored every moment of the soft finger's journey into my depths. I cried out loudly again when it curled inside of me, probing the walls of my flooded tunnel.

I felt the other hand again, this time on my stomach, caressing from the edge of my breasts all the way down to my mound. A second finger joined the one within me, and began to pump in and out slowly, stopping at times to curl and probe inside of me.

When I felt the mouth kiss me at the very top of my cleft I nearly climaxed then and there. The soft lips kissed again, down a bit further, near to my clit. I felt the tongue snake into my folds. It pushed its way past my outer lips and across my clit, then suddenly back across it again in a forceful lick. The tongue began again, this time lower near my entrance, circling around where the fingers were buried inside me, tickling my entrance. The lips closed around my long inner lips, sucking on them as the tongue played between them sending electricity all the way through my body. I shuddered and cooed, my hands pulling up the blades of grass they had tightened around, my legs spreading wider to encourage my lover onward.

The mouth worked its way upward again to my clit, the lips closing around it, the tongue dancing with it as the fingers continued plunging in and out of me. It was more than I could take. I screamed loudly, my climax like a blinding explosion that began between my legs and tore through every part of my body. My eyes tightly shut, I bucked and writhed wildly against my lover who continued caressing, licking, kissing, and pumping all the way through my climax, which seemed to last forever.

I gasped. My body felt suddenly heavy. The warmth of the day seemed to have vanished and all that was left was a cool stillness. I heard no wind, no birds, no leaves rustling on branches. I opened my eyes. The blue sky had been replaced by a plain white ceiling. I felt no grass around me, only the soft sheets of my queen size bed and the old mattress beneath them which needed to be replaced. I was naked, which is normally how I sleep, but the blankets that normally covered me were thrown aside. I pushed my hair away from my face and blinked as my sleepy eyes began to focus, and my groggy mind processed what had happened.

As I had done in my dream, I raised myself up on my hands to look down at my body. I saw no ghostly lover between my legs, but a cute face with sparkling blue eyes, framed by dishwater blonde hair, staring up at me grinning and giggling. "Good morning!" she said, another giggle escaping with her words. I smiled down at her and shook my head. I glanced to my right and saw the bright green numbers on our digital clock showing eight-o-nine in the morning. "You just couldn't wait until I got up, could you?" I said with mock irritation. She planted a quick but lustful kiss on my pussy lips as her answer, sending a small shudder of pleasure through me. I smirked.

I groaned and slowly pushed myself up into a full sitting position as she stood up on the bed, completely naked herself, and positioned herself so that she was standing directly in front of me, her sex less than a foot from my face. She then lowered herself down onto me, straddling my lap, and wrapped her legs around my back. She leaned in, kissing me, pressing her body into mine, the tips of her nipples brushing against mine. We broke the kiss, and I put my arms around her, pulling her close. She grinned playfully. "Well, I guess I'm not going back to sleep any time soon." I said with a sigh. "Nuh uh!" she responded, staring into my eyes. With that, I suddenly pushed her off of me and back on the bed, tackling her in the next second, my legs intertwined with hers, our nether lips kissing. I grinned wickedly and laughed, "Then I guess it's going to be a long morning!"



Awakened



I have been working on this story for a while now, I am not sure what direction to take it to. Right now there is no sex in this chapter, but If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. Also, let me know what you think of my story.

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Chapter1

The first sensation that Alec felt was that he was in a lot of pain. Excruciating pain, the kind you wanted to die from.

"Uggmm.mmm" he tried to speak but couldn't get any words out. Something was in his mouth, his throat, he couldn't breath! He began to panic. 

"Calm down," a voice said quietly holding him down. "It's okay."

Then he heard another male voice.

"Oh God!" The voice said. "Go get your mother and the nurse!"

Alec kept trying to move but he couldn't and then there was no pain only blackness.

Katelyn Bree-Tatem heard the ringing and thought it was her dream, she looked over at the clock: 4am. She reached over and grabbed for the phone.

"Hello?" she asked sleepily.

"Katie it's Hannah." the voice on the other end of the phone announced.

"Hannah?" Katie questioned. "What's wrong? Is Tate okay?"

"He woke up Katie!" Hannah laughed. "He came to and then the nurses put him under again because he was in so much pain. Then he woke up again and they took all his tubes out and he's talking and everything!"

Kate sat up in the bed, she was flabbergasted. Her husband had been in a coma for three years. They had been in the middle of a separation and had been planning on getting a divorce. He was now awake. Well Hell!

"Katie are you there?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah." Kate said quietly. "I'm here. When did this happen?"

"About two weeks ago." Hannah told her. "Mom's been showing him pictures and......" Hannah trailed off.

"Why does he need to see pictures Hannah?" Kate asked. 

"Mom wanted me to call you and tell you to come back to Texas and get the house ready for him to go home."Hannah said changing the subject.

"Hannah I can't do that." Kate told her. "You know that we were separated and I really don't think he's going to want to see me."

"That's the thing Katie." Hannah told her. "He doesn't remember any of that."

"Excuse me?" Kate said.

"His last memory was of you two at uncle Mikes for the fourth of July." Hannah told her. 

"Are you telling me that he's lost his memory?" Kate asked.

"Yes." Hannah told her. "Mom thinks that maybe you two can work things out if his memory doesn't come back."

"Are you freaking kidding me with this?" Kate said angrily. "Alec cheated on me Hannah, and then he told me he never loved me and that I was useless as a wife and in bed." Kate was furious. "He broke my spirit and my heart and your mother wants me to pretend we are a happy couple, no!" 

"Kate please." Hannah begged. "He's asking for you and we don't want to upset him anymore then he already is."

"NO!" Katie said. "Absolutely not!" 

"Katie what if this makes him not want to get better." Hannah cried. "I want my brother back please Katie you have to do this."

OH, this girl was good. "I will think about it okay." Kate told Hannah. "I can't promise you anything."

"I understand." Hannah told her.

" I have to go." Kate told her and with that she hung up and sat in the dark thinking about what she was going to do.

The next day Kate sat with her two best friends Angie Monicola and Victoria VonSchnider-Billingsworth at their favorite coffee shop.

"What are you going to do?" Tori asked.

"She's going to go and show the jerk what he is missing and why." Angie told them.

"I really don't want to see him." Kate told the girls. "The last time I saw him he was so mean and it hurts. What if I am just to bitter and I can't pull this off."

"I'll come with you." Angie told her.

"What?" 

"I don't have anything better to do." Angie laughed. "Why not? You need moral support and I need a vacation." 

"Are you serious?" Kate said hopeful.

"When do we leave?" Angie asked.

Chapter 2

"Mom?" Alec asked in a whisper to the room.

Gloria Tatem walked to her sons bedside.

"What is it sweet heart?" she asked him.

"Where is Katie?" he asked. "I wanna talk to my wife."

"She'll be here soon." Gloria told him. "She talked to your sister last night and she said she would be here by supper time."

"Wake me when she gets here will ya?" Alec asked sleepily.

"I will." Gloria told him and went and sat back beside the window.

When Alec woke again it was dark and he was slightly disoriented. "Mom?" he asked again to the room.

"She's gone home for the night Alec." a recognizable voice said to him.

"Katie?" he questioned.

"It's me Alec." she said quietly.

"Come to where I can see you baby." he whispered.

Kate moved slowly to the bedside and sat beside it so he could see her. "God I missed you." he said and tried to grab her hand but she pulled it from him and scooted slightly away.

"You cut your hair." he stated. "I like it."

"Thanks." she said and stared at the floor.

Alec stared at this person who was supposed to be his beautiful bubbly wife who was never at a loss of words, this was someone else. This person had cut her long beautiful hair all off to an uneven bob, this person didn't smile at him, and she wouldn't look him in the eye or touch him or really even talk. Something wasn't right.

"What's going on Katie?" Alec asked.

Kate looked at him. She pasted a fake smile on her face and tried to grab his hand but this time he pulled back. "Nothing is wrong." she lied.

"Then why are you barely speaking to me?" he asked. "Why haven't you kissed me sense we haven't kissed in three years, or touched me or at the very least yelled at me for being so careless and stupid!"

"I'm just tired and worried about you Alec." she continued to lie.

"Bullshit!" he yelled. "What the fuck is going on Katie?"

"Will you calm down." she shushed him. "Nothing is wrong damn it!"

"You don't curse Katie." he said angrily. "Tell me what's going on now or I will yell this whole fucking hospital down!"

"I said nothing is wrong!" she said angrily. "Will you calm down."

"Oh yeah, nothings wrong? Then where have you been Katie?" he asked.

"What?" she asked stalling.

"You heard me." he said. "Where have you been for the last 3 weeks sense I woke up?"

Katie was quiet. She looked at her feet. Damn, he thought, this is bad.

"A wife is usually at her husbands side when she finds out that he woke up after three fucking years Katie." he said angrily trying to sit up. Katie tried to help but he pushed her away. "Where were you?"

"In New York on business." she told him. "I am an event planner and I had to go to NY for fashion week."

Alec was quiet and just stared at her making her squirm."Tell me you love me." he finally said.

"What?" she asked. Hoping he had not just asked what she thought he had.

"Tell me you love me Katie." he said quietly while practically holding his breath.

"Alec, you need some rest." she told him trying to defuse the situation. "I will be right here when you wake up, but right now you need to go to sleep."

"You can't tell me can you?" Alec said angrily. "Why is that Katie, because you don't love me anymore?"

"Alec please." Kate begged. "This isn't the time or the place for this."

"What happened Kate?" Alec questioned. "Why did you fall out of love with me? What happened." she heard his voice crack and wanted to cry too. "I know I have been gone a long time...."

"That has nothing to do with any of this Alec. But, this is not the time nor the place to talk about our marriage." Kate tried to reason again..

"What happened Katie?" he begged. "Was it me? What did I do?"

"Alec." she tried.

"Just fucken' tell me Katie!" he yelled.

"You cheated on me Alec!" she yelled at him. "Are you happy now? You fucked another women while we were together and then you told me you never really loved me and that I was useless in bed." Kate began to cry. "There damn it! Are you happy that you know?" 

After what seemed like forever he whispered. "Jesus I'm sorry."

"Yeah." she laughed bitterly. "Me too."

"Sorry just doesn't seem to be enough in this situation does it?" he asked closing his eyes.

"No, it doesn't." Kate said bluntly. "It never will be Alec and as soon as you get up and around we will get our divorce started again."

"We were getting a divorce?" he asked.

"We had been separated 6 months before your accident." she told him. "I live in New York now and you live here."

"That's why it took mom so long to get you here." he said quietly. "You didn't want to come."

"No, I didn't" she told him honestly. "But my friend Angie came with me and so I feel better then I would have if I had come alone."

"I think I want to rest now." Alec said quietly. "You don't have to stay you know. you can go do whatever you need to do." 

He looked so sad and vulnerable that Kate wanted to kiss him and make him feel better. "I'll stay. Just sleep."



Awakened



Her day had been long and tiring and she almost rejoiced when the clock ticked over to tell her it was time for bed. Her set curfew at times was something she tried to fight against with no success but other times she welcomed it. Allowing her plenty of time to rest and relax.

She loved her room, she was allowed free reign to decorate her space. It was a sanctuary, a place given to her to do with as she pleased. She had painted the walls a rich purple, with a luscious vanilla cream colour on all the trims. Her large bed was covered with an array of assorted cushions in a variety of purples and creams. The blankets also were of the same.

The only thing in the room that didn't follow the theme was her favourite blanket in deep cherry red. It was a gift and she rarely slept without it. Even when sick she dragged it into the family room to snuggle with on her favourite chair, when allowed she took it to Master's room, and blanketed it over her frame when sleeping on her furs.

Crawling into her bed, she pulled the red blanket over her freshly showered naked body. She snuggled into her the mattress her body moulding into its usual place, sleep taking her as soon as her head hit her soft pillows.

Deep in sleep something started waking her. She brushed her hand across her face, as she felt something close to her. Whatever it was stopped and she started going back into her sleep. Moments later she felt something tickle her mouth. Poking her tongue out she felt warmth, smiling at herself behind sleepy eyes she parted her lips.

Sliding into her mouth was her Master's cock. She hungrily in her sleeping state sucked on the hard cock fucking her. Her eyes still closed she felt His hand move to her hair, pulling her face closer to the edge of the bed. She moaned out loud as He twisted her long black hair in His fingers.

"My baby does enjoy her sucker doesn't she?" He asked.

Not being able to answer with her mouth full, she simply moaned louder, sucking Him deeper.

Pulling out suddenly she whimpers as she is left empty.

"I would like to hear the words from my babyslut's mouth. Do you enjoy Your sucker baby?"

"mmmm yes Daddy, please may I have more?"

"Of course My slut."

He thrust His hard cock into her waiting mouth. Hitting the back of her throat she gagged instantly. The sound only making Him push in further, trying to move her head back to get air only spurred Him to hold her closer. Her nose at His belly as He held her still over His cock.

Releasing her, she took a deep breath. As soon as her lungs were full again He pushed His cock deep into her again.

"Relax." He ordered.

Feeling her relax her throat, He pushed in further. Feeling her gag again, He tightened His grip.

"Take it baby, take all of Your Daddy's cock."

Her response was only moans over the thick shaft. Sucking on His cock, He started moving in and out of her. She was almost relieved being able to breathe properly again. Her Daddy, moving slowly in and out, long slow deep strokes between her wet lips.

She could hear His moans above her.

"Such a good girl taking her Daddy's cock."

She felt her whole body full of desire as He continued to fuck her mouth in any way He desired, soft and slow, or hard and deep. Her pussy was leaking between her closed legs, her hard clit aching to be touched. She went to move her hand below the blankets but was stopped suddenly.

"Stop," He commanded. "My girl knows better than to touch without permission, doesn't she?"

He pulled His cock out of her mouth to allow her to answer.

"Yes Daddy, sorry Sir. Girl is just aching to be touched."

Suddenly the blankets covering her body were ripped off her and His hand came down hard on her bare ass. She screamed out.

"Shhhh girl, You will wake the house. Would you like to be gagged?"

"No Daddy, please no."

Another hard spank came down as He leant over her. She bit her lip to stifle her screams as the sting flooded her cheeks.

"My selfish girl thinks she needs to be pleasured as Daddy is fucking His girls pussy mouth?"

"No Daddy, sorry Sir, girl wasn't thinking."

"Obviously NOT."

Pulling her up He sat Himself on the bed and dragged her over His knee.

"One noise, one scream and your spanking will just be harder. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy," she whimpered.

Lying across His lap made her pussy throb. She could feel His hard cock against her stomach as He started her hard spanking. Over and over He punished her ass. Her flesh red and burning as her teeth bit into her lip trying to stifle her whimpers and screams.

He planted one hard spank across both cheeks, she had no choice but to scream out. Leaning over to the floor while still holding her in place, He collected the panties off the floor she discarded earlier. Spreading her legs, He roughly rubbed them over her pussy then stuffed them into her mouth.

"Now you will be quiet, suck on those cunt juices while I give You 20 more spanks."

Nodding her head up and down, she could taste her own juices as He continued her punishment. Finally she heard Him say 20 under His breath and her whole body sighed relief. She knows she had done wrong, and deserved this punishment but did not take away from the pain and disappointment flooding her body.

Pulling the panties from her mouth, He looked down upon her.

"Are you going to behave now baby?"

"Yes Daddy, I am sorry Daddy."

"Don't worry girl, you will be showing Daddy just how sorry you are in a moment."

Her pussy quivered in anticipation.

"Since you have been thinking with your cunt tonight, it will be denied its pleasure."

"Yes Daddy," she replied, trying to hide her disappointment.

"On the floor girl," He ordered.

"Yes Daddy," she responded, moving quickly to avoid any more wrath from her Master.

Kneeling between His knees, she took His cock between her lips. Sucking it hard she took it deep as she stroked it with her mouth. Moaning as she tasted the first drops of precum onto her tongue. She loved sucking on her Daddy's cock, feeling Him fill her mouth, fucking into her throat, training her to take it deeper and deeper.

She felt His body start to tense as she caressed His balls in her hands. Suddenly He pushed her off Him.

"On the bed," He growled.

She looked at His rigid cock standing upright from His body aching to cum. She wanted a taste of Him, her feeding tonight. But her Daddy must have had other ideas.

Lying on the bed, she spread her legs.

"Did you hear me when I said your cunt will get no pleasure tonight?" He questioned.

"Yes Daddy, but I thought," she stammered.

"Hands and knees NOW slut," He ordered.

Quickly turning she got onto her hands and knees, her red ass facing towards Him, as she looked out the window. She felt His hands grip onto her hips, pulling her back towards Him. She moaned out as soon as she felt the head of His cock press against her dark hole.

He was going to take His babygirl tonight, with no regard. She had been cheeky, her cunt ruling her thoughts as she sometimes allows. She was His property to do with as He wished.

Swiftly He pushed His cock deep into her ass. She moaned out as He stretched her ass around His cock.

"Daddy," she whimpered. She was relieved some of the hot juices from her pussy had leaked over her hole.

Not responding to her, He stroked His cock in and out of her tight hole. She gripped onto the shaft as He almost left her body, then plunging hard in again. His balls slapping on to her pussy.

"Whose ass is this?"

"Daddy's ass."

"Who owns this ass?"

"You do Daddy."

"That is right girl, do not forget."

"No Sir."

"Who owns you baby?"

"You do Daddy," she pushed her body back to Him as she answered.

His questions always turned her on more. Being reminded of her place increased her pleasure. She started riding her Daddy's cock with her ass. Back and forth, she moaned out in bliss, He plunged deeper and deeper.

"Yes baby, fuck Your Daddy."

Harder and faster she rocked on her knees. Her body full of her Daddy's hard thick cock, feeling it pulse inside her. He started moving faster, hearing Him groan.

"Daddy, fuck me harder please."

He pushed in as deep as He could, she screamed out, her ass wanting, needing to cum.

"Please Daddy, please, please Daddy, please" she begged under laboured breath.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please let Your babygirl cum Daddy."

"Do You deserve it slut?" He responded in a deep growl

"No Daddy, I have been bad," she sighed

"Yes you have my slut." 

Fucking her harder, her hole gripping onto His cock as He plunged deep and fast into her, raising His hand He spanks her hard across her already reddened ass.

"You will cum girl, but only when I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy, thank You Daddy," she smiled.

"That is MY cum girl, and you will give me ALL your ass cum to me," growling at her again.

"Yes Daddy."

Feeling Him increase His pace, she continued to fuck her ass with His cock, riding Him like a good lil slut that He demanded of her. His balls slapped hard against her pussy causing its juices to continue to flow.

"Please Daddy, please, please, please Daddy."

Her begs made Him smile, He loved to hear her beg for Him. She must be close, He was too, but He wanted to hold out a little longer, feel her tight ass around His cock, make her beg that little bit longer.

"If you want to cum babyslut you better keep begging."

"Daddy I need to give You my cum, please Daddy, deeper, more, take me, fuck me, please Daddy, PLEASE," her body was on fire, riding on the edge, her ass was craving to be released of cum.

Not being able to hold on any longer, He felt the cum about to explode from His body.

"NOW!"

She screamed out, her hips pushing back over Him, as her body shook and tensed in orgasm. The orgasm so violent her body screamed in sweet agony. His cock spurted streams of cum deep into her body. She took all of it. He stayed inside her till every last drop left His body.

Feeling Him soften in her, she started to relax. He pulled out slowly, pushing her over onto her back.

Smiling down at her, "Such a good girl I have. Now get in the shower, you have 5 minutes. Hurry."

Quickly rising onto her shaking legs, she scampered off to the bathroom to clean up. The hot water over her body calmed the waves still within her. Her ass was aching inside and out. His hard spanks, His hard taking of her ass, His ass, correcting her thoughts, the pain was like a warm blanket.

Returning to her room, she noticed her Daddy in her bed. She was surprised to see Him, she assumed He would return to His own room.

"Come sleep baby."

Crawling into her bed and into His arms, she inhaled His scent. He had also had a quick shower.

"You pleased your Daddy tonight lil one. Even in punishment as well as pleasure."

"Thank You Daddy," she responded contently.

Closing her eyes she fell asleep in the warmth of her Master.



Awakened



Adam slowly opens his eyes to the dim light of a gray rainy morning casting a glow into the room. He senses the heat of the naked body lying next to him and turns to absorb it. Eve is lying face down on the bed curly black hair covering her face and neck. Her arms curled above her head exposing the soft curve of her breast. The covers are pulled down to just above her waist, the shadows hiding the delight he knows is there. He is immediately aroused.

In his eyes she is perfection. Her toned athletic body is accentuated by well muscled hips and legs, flat belly and heavy breasts.

Adam stares at her for a while, remembering the soft signs and excited moans he was able to wring from her last night as he pleasured her. He can smell her as he lies beside her, subtle perfume, light sleepy sweat and a deep musk that drives him crazy with desire. He feels himself harden.

He reaches lightly into the bed side table and removes the silk scarf he knows is always there. Very carefully he wraps the scarf around her wrists, binding them securely but not painfully. He then ties the scarf to the railing at the head of the bed. He then moves slowly under the covers until he is lying between her spread legs, he head is even with the top of her legs. He slowly pulls the covers down further, as he wraps his own arms gently under her legs.

She is now held firmly, his head positioned at the apex of her legs. He inhales deeply, sensing the arousal that already builds within her still sleeping body.

Soft kisses, planted on her legs and upper thighs. Tongue touching, tasting the skin, the slight sweat of sleep, slowly working inward towards the warmth her can feel radiating from her core. Slowly he works his tongue deeper, licking top to bottom, bottom to top. He uses his shoulders to push her legs further apart so he can gain better access. More soft kisses, tongue flicking, her body now responding as sleep slowly lifts its veil from her eyes.

Eve moves unconsciously in time with the caresses, not quite awake she hovers in the misty world between sleep and awareness. Images fly past her closed eyes, she sees a dream Adam between her legs, fully aroused, pushing deep inside her. A yearning fills her as she struggles to understand the sensation building within. She reaches out to him and pulls him close, rubbing herself against him, desperate to increase the friction between them.

Eve's hips arch back as her arousal builds, her climax rushing to overtake her. Waking fully, she realizes her arms are bound and her legs held firmly. She struggles, a surge of panic filling her, and then she relaxes, giving in to the attention Adam is providing. Her adrenaline fueled awakening and bound arms driving her quickly towards the edge.

Adam slowly moves his hands to her ass, spreading her wide now that she is awake. He pulls her entire body down away from the head of the bed, her arms fully extended, still bound by the scarf, bringing her more completing into his control.

A long moan escapes and her lower back arches again, inviting him deeper. His tongue continues to move up and down the entire length of her dark cleft. Adam can sense that she is close and continues to lick. Stopping now to suck on her hard nub, dipping his tongue deep inside her wetness and licking in fast circles around her tight back door.

Eve is straining against the scarf binding her hands, moaning deeply into the mattress and straining to press her soft flesh into his mouth. She longs to move her hands back, to help Adam spread her wide, to give him better access. Her hips are bucking as she approaches release.

Sensing her impending climax Adam latches on with his lips and sucks hard, sending her crashing over the edge. She screams into the mattress as each wave shudders through her body. Once, twice, three times in a row she climaxes, with Adam continuing to move his tongue where ever her hips direct.

Slowly Eve relaxes as the warmth and contentment of her climax leaves her glowing in its wake. Burrowing further into the sheets she raises her hips invitingly. Having Adam's fullness inside her, building on the residual warmth and bringing new sensation would be a perfect way to start the day. Arms bound with the weight of his body holding her lower back tight against the bed would trigger the massive release associated with total loss of control and submission to his control.

Adam kneels behind her. No words have been spoken but Eve arches her back higher, tempting him and inviting him to enter her from behind. Normally he would oblige but this morning his is interested in something different. Helping Eve onto her back, arms still bound over her head Adam now straddles her belly. Her beautiful breasts sitting high on her chest. He reaches into the side table and removes a bottle of lube, putting some in his hand he slowly starts to rub himself. Eve's disappointed look turns quickly into hunger and lust, her tongue darts out and licks her lips, her head strains forward to taste him.

Eve's eyes are glued to Adam's hand and the hard glistening shaft contained within. It is just out of reach of her mouth even as she strains to lick the end. Her head relaxes but her eyes remain glued to him as, back and forth Adam strokes. His other hand pinches the erect nipples that now top her breasts and Eve moans deeply. Her arms strain against the bonds, frustration boils inside her increasing the intensity of her arousal, she longs to feel him in her mouth.

As his strokes become faster and he feels himself nearing the end he moves his other hand between her legs and positions two fingers near her dripping entrance. Eve's legs spread as far as they can and her knees arch up to give him better access. Slowly he inserts two fingers and Eve bucks up to meet him. Adam holds his hand still as Eve rapidly moves back and forth desperate to have his fingers inside her.

In time with his own strokes Adam moves his fingers into her, rubbing in small circles with his thumb. Eve's moans are loud now and she strains her head forward to catch the end of his shaft in her lips. Adam's hips surge forward as the softness of her mouth becomes too compelling to resist. As his fingers bring her over the edge Adam empties himself in Eve's mouth.

Eve bucks hard under the ministrations of his hand and fingers, straining against her bound arms, driving her hips up to meet his plunging fingers, wanting him deep inside. She feels him enter her mouth and her climax reaches a new peak, sucking hard she feels the hot liquid spray against the back of her mouth, filling her mouth, threatening to leak out around her lips. Moans issue from her throat as she attempts to retain everything he has given her.

With a pop he is released from her mouth, sliding down to lie face to face with her Adam kisses Eve deeply. Her mouth is still full and they swirl the hot nectar between them. Eve swallows deeply and as he continues to kiss her. Her hot slit is hard against his stomach and she squirms beneath him. As they kiss, one final climax surges through her body before they get up and start their day.



Awakened by a Goddess



I am laying sound asleep in my bed, dreaming about the girl I would like to have a romp with. I know that I am curled up to my husband but then I hear him say something.

I hear another voice go "shhh."

I think it's a female but I am too lost in my dreams to know for sure. There is a long silence and I feel him get up. Not really caring I curl up into a ball intent on finishing my dream. I drift off again and time has passed before I wake up again.

I start to wake up, feeling a hand playing with my nipple but I don't think anything about it. until there is a soft breath on my ear.

"Wake up good looking!" 

It's not my husband. Quick thinking tells me that it's a small hand with a soft touch awakening me, or is this just part of my dream? I open my eyes to a beautiful, massive set of tits with light colored areola just inches from my face, and above them, a face that could light up the heavens. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see my husband sitting on the edge of the bed; smiling and I realize that this is no dream. My focus however very quickly turns back to the beautiful globes in front of me. Light colored areolas with decent sized nipples are presenting themselves to be pleasured. I tentatively reach out to feel, wondering if this is really happening. 

This goddess leans over, tilts my chin up, and kisses me. It is a peck at first then she parts her luscious lips and slides her tongue over my lips. I lean up to meet her in a sensual, sexual, passionate kiss that warms me from my head to my toes and back. No man will ever kiss me like that. 

Wanting to be fully awake and still wondering if I am dreaming I ask her to lie on her stomach. I have no reason to think she is naked, just wanting to tease me, however I am very, very wrong. As my hands work their way down, I continue to feel nothing but skin. I am getting super turned on not only by her but also by being given the chance to please her which is what I do for my friends in any means necessary.

As I massage her ass I place soft kisses down her spine, and she shivers ever so slightly under my touch. I just hope that I am pleasing her as much as she is pleasuring me and not even knowing it. 

My goddess doesn't know that I can orgasm without being touched, just by pleasing another woman. As my hands move down her legs my kisses trail all over her ass. My thumbs trailing over the bottom of her ass, the small shivers continue. 

At this point it makes me wonder if I am really accomplishing anything or if this is all anticipation. I work all the way down her legs massaging just like I always do and teasing her pussy ever so slightly here and there. She spreads her legs slightly allowing me better access yet I do not concede. I roll her over but instead of coming back up her legs I start at the top and work my way down. 

I rub her temples then move down to her cheeks and trace a finger around her lips. She reaches up and pulls me in, kissing me with a wanton abandon but I pull away and continue rubbing my way down her neck, knowing that I am having an amazing effect on her. I work my hands around her boobs massaging till I have a hold of both her nipples. One by one I take them in my mouth, I feel my own nipples being played with. Normally I would pull away but at this point I just don't care. 

I do finally pull away from her nipples trailing kisses down her belly. I continue working my way down until I reach her hood. Wanting to please her a little longer I slide down to her toes and work my way back up. As I get closer and closer to heaven, her breathing has increased a little and she has a look in her eyes which say that there is something there. I get closer till my fingers can touch her pussy but I still resist. I work around her body and up her hips till I am back at her hood.

At this point the control is taken out of my hands as she takes grabs a hold of the hair on top of my head. She leans up and after blowing softly in my ear, which combined with grabbing my hair both turn me on more than most anyone could ever know. 

She whispers, "Make me cum NOW!" 

I slide down saying "your wish is my command."

Now for the fun part, I get to cum by making her cum. I circle my tongue around her clit and then slide my tongue all the way down to her ass. As I come back up I put my thumb on her clit and start working it slowly. My tongue, on the other hand, is ready to go to town licking and sucking all those amazing juices that we have created. 

I bury my tongue as deep in her pussy as far as I can, working it around as I work my thumb faster or her clit that is just being to be satisfied.

I am feeling little tremors starting but I am not sure if it is her or me. I trail my tongue up and start teasing her clit with my lips. Flicking my tongue very quickly, I also bury two fingers in her wet pussy. I work faster and faster starting to feel her shake. I replace my mouth with my hand and I slide up and get a mouth on a nipple, as they are begging for attention. 

I work my fingers faster and faster,knowing that she is about ready to cum.I want and more importantly need to feel her clamp down on my fingers.I buried them deep, working in rhythm to bring her off in a raging orgasm fit for my goddess which is exactly the gift that I gave her. My hand was soaked. 

I slowly pull it out and clean it off moving down to enjoy the present she has left for me. I clean her up flicking my tongue against her clit occasionally making her clamp down and squeezing out just a little more of that intoxivating nectar. When I finished, there was a look of satisfaction in her eyes. I must have done what I had been promising for awhile. 

I reached up to kiss her, leaving the ball in her court. What will she do? Get up and walk away? Fall asleep in my arms? Leave? or Will there be round two? Time will tell I guess. 



Awakened by Death



Inspired by Vampire: The Requiem and Mage: The Awakening. Of those who are familiar with the systems, you will recognize this as a mage awakening and some of the terms. I would also like to thank my new editor, who is god-sent in a time of need and very good at what he does.

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The young woman looked out of place among my human admirers, a Virgin Mary among devil-worshipers. I watched her from my perch over the crowds. The thumping of the music in the place shook my frame as the notes invaded my eardrums. I noticed it always smelled like sweat and sex in here. The cold metal of the rail I held vibrated to the music. The strobe lights swirled and dotted along the mesmerizing throng of humans, creating a euphoric sight to the untrained eye.

The humans in the crowd had smug looks on their faces, dressed in their "punk" attire, as she passed through them. I concentrated, listening to her light breathing and the soft scent of soap of her skin. She was pleasingly normal to the eye, with young features, wide eyes and delicate limbs. Her unkempt hair was pulled back and her eyes framed due to bad sight. Her clothing was unflattering, her brown skirt hiding her slender legs and shapely hips. Her white blouse gave weight to her frame, enlarging her pert breasts. Only a tropical vest gave her shape, slimming her waist. She looked nervous and skittish. Considering this was a den of addicts and whores, it didn't surprise me.

My allies and I thrived on the weak of humanity, giving them hope and purpose. I suppose that's why I craved her, because she had purpose, hope and most importantly innocence. These cattle that frequented my haven were used in every way. She was fresh and so easy to manipulate, even without the use of my powers. Who would of ever thought she could be so dangerous to my kind just by reading the contents of one book? Killing her would be a waste, but what else could I do? The information in her mind was too dangerous to let her go. But that dilemma could wait; I wanted her desire above all else. That's why I called her here.

She bent over the bar to ask the tender of me. His eyes popped out of his shiny head but with a wary look he pointed her to the elevator. Rodgir was guarding it, only letting up whom I permitted. Though quiet and attentive, he was large and held a feral look about him, much like myself. He was a Beast of course, making him as loyal as he was dangerous. She made her way over to him. When she faced him, she shrunk at his presence. Before she could say anything, he put up his hand. He leaned towards her, his nostrils flaring. She looked concerned but didn't move. After a brief second, he leaned up and led her into the elevator. She disappeared from my sight as the gentle thrum of the elevator moving filled my ears pleasantly. Rodgir shot me a look and I shot a toothy grin at him. Finally the elevator reached the top floor. A shot of adrenaline and anxiety ran through my system, thinking of what was to come. She was so unsuspecting, this was going to be delicious.

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Everything had been so strange these past couple of days. First the almost threatening invite, the strange bar and now the bodyguard that smells people. I began questioning why I came. The gentleman who had come into my bookstore had looked of aristocratic old money. I had treated him like every other customer, not paying any specific mind to him. He seemed disinterested in most of the store until he saw the book on the counter, a piece of my personal library I had accidentally left out. I had been skimming through it, having just purchased it from a estate sale. It was old as hell, half of the pages were brown with age and the cover was a torn, dirty cloth. I had made it to the second page, before realizing it was in a language I didn't even recognize. It had seemed very similar to Nordic runes though with more slopes, curves and some unrecognizable symbols. I looked it up online and was able to find a language chart pointing out what they meant. It was a phonetic language, formed by sounds. I had managed to translate the first few pages, before the Baron, what I had taken to calling the stranger, had visited my store. They talked about magic physics and some undead theories, it seemed. It was just my luck he was interested in it.

When the gentleman's eyes swept over the cover, a dark shadow seemed to cover his irises. It was an unsettling experience. He came over to me, behind the counter with the book and a unnatural glow seemed to fill his eyes as his demeanor changed to social. His words seemed to caress my ears like a silk ribbon, "May I see this piece of merchandise?"

I felt compelled to say no, but instead replied, "Of course, though it isn't for sale. It's part of my personal collection." A slight sneer formed in the corner of his mouth as a white gloved hand grazed the cover of the book. When he lowered his soul-piercing gaze to the book, I realized that six silver arrows graced the cover. The man flipped through the pages with a cat-like dexterity, careful but quick. 

After a few moments, he looked back at me. I felt a slight pressure in my head as he spoke, "Allow me to bargain with you for it. I promise to make it more than worth your while."

"I'm not sure," I replied. He gave me a card with the address on the front printed in a nice sans-serif font, on the back he scribbled a date with a time, without brokering an argument and told me to consider it. Then he left, leading me to this place a few nights later.

I had come to the decision not to dress special and kept a cold lump of steely reserve in my chest as I progressed through the place. Faced with the bodyguard at the elevator, something just didn't feel right about him. The anxiety in my chest amplified when I got in the elevator. I kept thinking about how attractive the gentleman was and how suspicious this all seemed. The elevator glided to a stop after a few moments, giving out a small ding as the doors slid open. I straightened my back and stepped out.

The second floor was so dramatically different in mood and decor that it took me a moment to adjust. The floors were a rich auburn color and spotless, making me guilty about wearing shoes. All of the walls were a taupe color with lighted paintings of people upon them. There were two dirt brown leather sofas facing a large mirrored window looking down on the rest of the place. A shin-high coffee table of mahogany graced with a crystal vase of deep purple rhododendrons was placed in the center of the sofas. The lights were dim , giving off just enough light to see everything clearly. A small hallway was carved into the wall behind the sofas, however it's contents were unapparent at the angle I was standing. Little of the pounding, harsh music could be heard and a drift of the fresh smell of the flowers was on the air.

But as beautiful as the room was, the gentleman standing before the mirrored window was far more catching to the eye. After a few mere seconds, he aimed those piercing ebony eyes at me. He turned to face me, an unnatural grace in his limbs. From his thin lips in a voice of silk, "Please come in and make yourself comfortable, Ms. Tchirhart." I meekly moved to the nearest couch and sat down pertly, keeping the bag containing the book close to my side. Taking a moment to calm myself, I was able to take in his appearance fully. He looked to be in his late 30's, with a stocky build and moderate height. He had long black hair, tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His features were short and ruddy, with a long nose, thin lips, arched eyebrows and small eyes. His suit was a sharp black with light navy stripes in it. Loafers and a unbuttoned white shirt underneath the jacket gave the entire ensemble the relaxing after a meeting look. He had a amused grin on his lips as he looked at me. "Would you like any refreshments, Ms. Tchirhart?" His tone casual and friendly.

I replied curtly, "No thank you. First how do you know my name?"

"It is not hard information to come by, Ms. Tchirhart."

"Please call me Tammy. I feel 20 years older when someone addresses me like that."

"Of course. How rude of me, I am Baphmet Viscer and if you couldn't tell, the owner of this establishment."

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"Very nice to have a name to the face, Mr. Viscer. However, I can't help but ask why you would have me come here?" She was quick this one. She seemed suspicious. It was going to make my life a little more difficult.

"To business it is then. I have interest in the article I saw the evening I came in."

She interrupted me with a polite tone, but carrying an edge of defiance, "And as I have told you before, it is part of my personal collection and thus, not for sale."

"That article is of great interest to me and my associates, my dear. I am willing to pay any price for it."

" Why would you have such great interest in a book, Mr. Viscer?" The question gave me what little room I needed to get her into the other room. I could of just killed her and taken the book already, however this little game was amusing , for the moment. I just couldn't decide if I wanted her body or blood more. Which caused me to wonder if my ulterior motives were obvious to her.

" It is a book of the occult, if you couldn't tell already. It holds many secrets of the arcane in relation to the world. I'm assuming you have already found a way to translate it." Her eyes widened in response. I knew that she did and that meant she was....awakening, I believe the witches called it. I would have to do this quickly as I had never seen the process, making me wonder if she was already capable of throwing power around. Her naivety was her weakness. I did not want her any less.

I continued, "Please allow me to show you my generous offer so that you may consider it." I walked over to her and she hesitantly stood and followed me to the bedroom I had set into the back of the guest room. I had the lights all the way up for her considering I did not need them. I had a metal briefcase set on my bed. I could hear how her pulse increased and the sound of her teeth clicking together. How I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and taste her virginity. I had decided by that point, I wanted both her body and blood. Though due to the circumstances, I would have to take her body first.

I spoke as I went over to the case and opened it, "$25,000 dollars even. You can walk home with it tonight." Her eyes went to the strapped 100 dollar bills in the case. Unlike usual, greed did not fill her eyes, instead her brow furrowed as though she was thinking. Releasing the case, I went over to in front of her. I put on my best sympathetically sultry look as I cupped her chin. , gently forcing her to look upon my face. Having her undivided attention, I spoke, "Please allow me to sway you." I had lowered my tone and could tell it's effect.

She was rosy in the cheeks and her eyes were severe, but that of a puppy's first heat. The scent of her wanting sex tickled my nose. This was too easy, I kept thinking, as I wrapped my arm around her. She flushed further as she felt my fingers gracefully slide up and down her back. 

She lowered her gaze as she brought her hands up to my chest, gently pushing me away. Getting only six inches away, her gaze returned to my face with a gentle nudge from my hand. "Please, Mr. Viscer, this is unnecessary." Her voice trembled as she attempted to keep her resolve, her breathlessness seemed to make me even more daring.

I leaned down, very close to her face and whispered, "Oh, it's very necessary." I brushed her warm pink lips with my own. Feeling her body stiffen and her pulse triple, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, curling it around her own. My hand at her jaw crept into her hair, twining itself into the strands. I could feel her push against me in meager attempts to resist. Smiling inwardly, I tugged light on her hair while sucking on her lip, feeling her resistance evaporate. The bag with the book dropped to the floor as our kiss turned to one of sheer passion. I let my hand that was not occupied with her hair caress down her side and grabbed her leg, curling it around me. Heavy breaths came from her as my hand cupped her bare thigh. She was well shaved and her skirt rode up with my hand. I couldn't get enough of her taste, smell and reactions to my touch, encouraging my hunger-laced lust.

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He was in control. No questions, no protesting, no gently guiding him, no commanding him, either. Not that it bothered me too much. I was so wanton with want for him, I managed to break all of my suspicions and doubt. He was good, almost too good. From the musty earthen smell that clung to him to the faint coppery taste in his mouth, I melted into him. My pulse was astronomical in pace and I was extremely moist between my legs.

He spotted my jawline and neck with kisses as his hand slid up my leg to my flower. Heavy, moan-laced breaths escaped me as his mouth traced down my collarbone to the hollow between my breasts. My hands instinctively went to the buttons on his jacket, fumbling to get them undone. The hand in my hair began to loosen and undo it, letting it fall to my shoulders. I felt like a child as I fumbled with his buttons and his hand trailed to my vest and with practiced ease, undid it. He let my leg go as he pushed the cloth off me. He then went to my white blouse, having it off in seconds. My ordinary black bra made me self-conscious, though it didn't bother him. He looked like a man possessed as he claimed my mouth again and found the zipper to my skirt. I finally got the buttons on his jacket as the skirt fell to the floor. I felt like an idiot standing there in my boots and underwear; so I slid the boots off using my feet. As I looked back up, I realized he had removed the jacket. His fiery eyes seem to sear across my skin, leaving heat and need in their wake.

I held myself up, preparing for another assault but he watched me instead. My head went to the side as I quizzically peered into him. He then grabbed the bra, gently pulling me to him. I slowly started undoing the buttons of his shirt, focusing on that task as he ran his hands against my bare flesh. I shivered and arched in reaction, goosebumps forming on my skin. I finished with the buttons quickly, revealing the chest underneath. Formed muscle, defined by sharp lines and pale flesh greeted my gaze. He also had risen scars, forming mars upon the perfection of his body. He looked down upon me as a finger traced the outline of one on his side to his midsection. A deep sigh came from him as I did this, than self-consciously stopped. I slipped my hands under the shirt, sliding it off his arms. I looked up to him and swore I could see flecks of red in his eyes. His expression changed when he looked at me and his leaned down into me, his lips gracing my ear, "Do not fear. I...want you too much." This line sent shivers into my spine and cold into my stomach.

I slid my tongue along the line of his neck, following it up and the groove of the muscle back down to the collarbone. I proceeded even farther by circling his nipple. I then lightly nipped at it, and sucked. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as his hand trailed down the center of my body. He then domineered another aggressive kiss from me as the tips of his fingers grazed the cloth covering my mound. I drew in sharp and quick, as lightning pleasure tickled me. His hand then slipped underneath the cloth, caressing the sprinkle of hair leading to the core of my desire. His fingers lingered there, striking the cords of my want, tickling them this way and that, filling me with the tension before release. Sweat formed on my hairline as heat seared my midsection and tenseness filled the lips of my flower. He then drove his finger inward, up toward my spine. This finger bypassed the proof of my virginity and tickled my most sensitive spot, spiking the coming orgasm. I tasted his mouth with heightened senses as the release came closer. I begged, my voice not my own, "Please, don't stop. I'm so close." He smiled with predatory satisfaction as his hand continued with renewed vigor and I came, hot fluid filling my crevice and my bud clenched, filling me with peace.

With this, he pushed the scrap of cloth left on me off and unsnapped my bra with uncanny speed and grace. He then pushed my naked body suddenly and forcefully onto the bed, kissing me deeply. I felt his ready and willing member as his tongue filled my mouth. I was overwhelmed with burning desire as he removed his pants and was shocked at the width and length of his bulging manhood. He pulled me to him as his hips intertwined with my throbbing loins. He pushed the head of his meat against the lips of my pussy as his hands cupped my hips. I bit my lip as he slowly entered penetrating my hymen and he quickly hilted me. I cried out in a throaty mixture of pleasure and pain.

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The smell of the blood coming from her cunt was driving my beast insane. My eyes were surely red from the hunger. The sensation of her untouched insides was the only thing keeping me intact, as she was searing hot and gushing wet. She was gripping the sheets above her head and her eyes were closed as I began to rock my hips back and forth. Low-pitched moans came from her as I put my arm under one of her legs. She was overwhelming my inhuman senses. Watching her writhe in the ecstasy I was giving her, the smell of her cunt's sweet languid juices laced with her blood and the feel of her was almost too much. I pounded her a little faster as I felt my canines and claws extend. I kept the mind set to flip her over, knowing if she saw me, it would send her into blind fear. As enraptured as she was, fear is an all-consuming emotion blocking or stopping all other emotions.

With practiced ease I flipped her off of her back and onto her stomach, never seizing my relentless pounding of her cunt. I was sure I heard a gasp of surprise, but it could have been my imagination. I tangled one hand in her hair keeping her face down. The sight of her jiggling tits as I pushed into her amused me. Feeling the strange pressure of release, my beast ravaged against my control again, knowing it was soon time. My kind amazingly does not lose the ability to orgasm, simply the ability to reproduce. Once the pressure came, it was soon over and my dick twitched with the reflex of coming, though no fluid came forward. The orgasm was hollow, too quick and with none of the pleasant side effects my body once enjoyed.

Finally, and with a little reluctance, I gave into my beast. Using my hand still entwined in her hair, I pulled her head back and to the side, revealing the subtle curve of her neck. She was panting from the hormones still raging in her system.. I grabbed her arm and ran my lips down her neck. I bit down savagely, my canines punching holes into her shoulder and producing a 'ah' sound from her. She shuddered in pain as I drank deep. Echoes of her thoughts came to me. They were of confusion and want. She finally fell limp with unconsciousness, a signal that I had taken enough to kill her. I let her go and her body fell to the bed, her hips still in the air. I did not bother to lick the wound as I would probably burn the body. "Such a waste," I said as I began to dress. The body was already pale, making me realize she would have been beautiful as one of the undead.

I sighed and went back to the viewing room. I picked up the bag with the book. With almost careless motions I discarded the bag and began to leaf through the pages of the book. It was all in High Speech, meaning I would have to take it to a Mage to translate it. That meant I would also be paying a heavy price for such and only a Lich or Free Council would do it.

My thoughts got interrupted by a light moan from the other room. Did I not finish her off? I could of sworn I did. I swiftly stepped back into the room, only to find the girl sitting on the bed with her head in her hands facing the doorway. She smelled of sulfur, soil and a rotting corpse. As her onyx-like eyes looked up at me, I finally saw the aura above her. A cloaked mist like woman of half flesh and half bone came two feet up from the girl . My resolve barely kept as I informed her, "You've awakened." Her eyes seemed to burn holes in my dead soul as I heard a torrent of voices fill my ears. The screams and cries of Stygia put me to my knees, as overwhelming pain lanced through my mind. I clasped my hands around my ears, squeezing my eyes shut against the pain, screaming at nothing, as I tried to block them out.




Awakened by Death



After a few seconds, I was able to look up. A man in darkened silver armor was holding the girl against him. Her once naked body was covered in a gray cloak, while her face was inward as if unable to bear the sight of me. The knight pointed an ornate sword with a mask carved on the hilt at me as he spoke, "Keep the book. You will find it useless to you against our kind." Each word filled hate and malice. With that done, a 'pop' and they were gone. A final thought filled my head. Every Mage I find from that point forward will not escape me with their lives.



Awakened By My Nightmare



The nightmare started with the first batch of intra-office mail that fateful day. It was a drizzly Monday morning and I almost got into a head on collision with a tractor-trailer on my way to the office. As soon as I parked my car into the lot and got out, I stepped right into a huge puddle of cold muddy water. Before I could even mouth out the words 'fuck me', a bus going past splashed the hell out of me with what felt like a tsunami of cold water. I had only sat down for a few minutes when my supervisor came in and threw tons of work at me for the day. Then the mail came. The black envelope stuck out like a sore thumb and I picked it out of the bundle of that was left on my desk immediately. My name was neatly printed on the back of the greeting card sized envelope. I looked around and could see that everyone else had one on their desk, so I figured that it was an invitation to one of the numerous parties or get togethers that my co-workers throw. I pulled the white piece of paper out and almost gagged at the vulgar sight. A sight that I knew would change my life forever. It was a picture of my wife Deborah on her knees, sucking my friend Tony's nine inch black cock. My wife has numerous lovers and we have taken numerous pictures, but I remembered that exact moment too well. I remembered the night and who the big shaft belongs to because I was holding Tony's balls in that picture. I like watching my wife have sex with other men. The only thing that turns me on more than that is being forced to be a part of the action, rather it being pulling those big black rods out of their pants, spreading my beautiful wife Deborah's asscheeks apart white they fuck her doggie style, or eating her cum filled pussy after they have finished ravaging her. I'm not gay, mind you. I just like being dominated by my wife's manly lovers. Especially when there are cameras around. But now it felt as if those same cameras were about to leave me with a world of hurt.

I immediately jumped up from my cubicle and looked across to the next desk. Another black envelope was in the pile that my co-worker Dave had at his cubicle. Noticing that he wasn't at his desk, I immediately grabbed the black envelope and started to look for others. There was too many. I saw an envelope at every desk that I passed. Unfortunately, most of my co-workers were at their desk and had the same instant attraction to the sole black envelope that I did. I could hear gasps and laughter around me as I circled the floor. Sweat was forming on my brow and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I ran into the bathroom and vomited right in the sink, not even making it to the stalls. I was wiping the snot from my nose when I noticed a picture taped to the mirror right in front of me. This time, it was a picture of my face in between Tony's widespread thighs as he used his muscular arms to raise my wife up and down on his cock. His cock was in her ass and my tongue and hands were cleaning his hairy, sweaty asshole for him while he handled Deborah like she was a paperweight. I looked around the bathroom and saw more pictures, each one different. The one behind the bathroom door was one of Tony taking Deborah doggie style while I was underneath her licking her clit and massaging his heavy balls. I could still hear his deep manly voice telling me to keep massaging his black balls as he fucked my wife. I looked around and peeked in the stalls, and each picture almost made my stomach turn once again: one of Deborah sitting on my lap as she sucked Tony's cock; one of me holding a ruler against his hard nine inch shaft; one of me placing a crown on his head while Deborah sucks his cock on my couch. I could feel my stomach churning again, and one name kept flashing through my head. James.

Only James could have done this to me. James was a videographer from our town who saw the potential to make a lot of money with the tapes of my wife and Tony. When we refused, he must've taken the master copies of the footage he had taken and did all of this. Fucking bastard. I had to get out of there immediately. Bursting through the bathroom door, my imagination started to get the best of me and I could swear that I could hear the staff saying things about my wife. Whore. Slut. Pervert. I was back out into the rain and into my car, heading home to Deborah. My eyes were blurry and it felt as if my heart was going to tear itself from out of my chest cavity, and before I knew it, I was parked on the arm of the highway, hyperventilating. All of those photos were flying in front of my eyes even after I closed them as tight as I could. That whole night came back to me, beginning with that weasel James and his friend setting up his camera and lighting equipment. Deborah was so horny that afternoon that she didn't even bother hearing about the plot or the theme of today's shoot. Right in the middle of the living room floor she laid, naked and finger fucking herself. Her blue eyes were smoldering with lust, and her long, curly red hair lay across her face like some early Hollywood movie star. Tony and I were on the couch, his arms and legs spread out as if he was home on his own couch watching the game. James had one camera focused on Tony and I while his partner had his camera poised on the wanton Deborah playing with her shaved pouty-lipped pussy. Tony was dressed in only his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and I could all ready see a nice bulge forming in the black cotton material. His body is straight out of Greek Mythology; tall, well muscled, and well hung. A god of a man and I can easily see why my Deborah goes crazy for him.

"My arms are tired. Take out my dick and get it hard for me, Bill," Tony said nonchalantly. James and his crewman laughed at his suggestion, just like they always did. As Tony lifted up his hips I pulled down his briefs and immediately grabbed his growing tool with my right hand. I could feel his sexual heat resonating from his crotch as I leaned over to the left of me to handle him. It began to grow in my hand and soon his whole nine inches was sticking straight up into the air. I know to the outside world it would look I was gay, but I swear I'm not. I just get off so much on being the wimpy husband to my adulterous wife that I would do anything, and I mean anything to please her.

"You looking at my dick like you wanna suck it," Tony chuckled, making us all laugh.

I wouldn't go that far, but just to hold that thing is enough for me. Soon the living room was filled with the sounds of my wife moaning and the scent of hot lusty pussy, and we were all intoxicated by it all. Tony's shaft was rock hard now, feeling as if there was literally a piece of steel buried beneath it's beautiful brown skin. My six inches have never felt that hard, even when I was a horny little teenager. Tony told me to let his dick go and I did as I was told, ogling as his prick stood as rigid as an iron beam.

"God damn that shit looks good," Deborah breathed out.

She wasn't lying. Tony made his cock twitch and bounce in the air, as if his crotch had a mind of its own. Before he could muster out the sentence for my wife to come suck on it, she had crawled over and placed her face right in his lap.

"Go get my pussy ready, Bill." Tony said as he placed his hands in Deborah's long hair.

I immediately jumped out of my seat and got between my wife's wet thighs, fingering and eating out her hot pussy. I couldn't see it, but I could tell that Tony was forcing Deborah's mouth around his black cock. All I could hear was her gagging and grunting out 'oh God' every few moments. She obviously couldn't take all of his cock from her position on her knees so she stood up, leaning into his lap as if she was tending to a small child. That wasn't good enough, so Deborah jumped onto the couch on her hands and knees and I followed suit right behind her. My face and fingers were glistening with her juices and my own cock was twitching in my shorts. I wanted in bad but I knew better than to fuck my wife in front of Tony. Whenever he was around I only got to taste my wife's pussy, on or off camera. That torture that they put me through only makes me want her more. I looked over at the monitors that were set up and could see my face between Deborah's thighs on one and her lips wrapped around Tony's black rod in the other. Guess which one I focused on. My wife is thirty-seven and we have been married for twelve years, and unless she was always good at swallowing long thick swords, I guess she learned how to handle equipment like that in the two years we have had this open relationship. My eyes were fixated on Deborah's lust filled face as she went up and almost completely down on Tony's rock hard shaft. His black meat was soon glistening with saliva, and his hefty balls twitched with every down stroke of her mouth. My cock twitched with glee every time Deborah came back up off of his cock, because it seemed as if all of this cock was magically reappearing from way down deep inside of my wife's mouth. That's how long and thick Tony is.

"Come sit on this dick before I fuckin' cum in your mouth," Tony grunted out. "Bill, get down here and guide my shit into that hot pussy."

Of course I did as I was told and got between his legs as Deborah climbed onto his lap. I love watching that position, just because it shows how strong and skilled Tony is. He'll scoot down where just the small of his back is on the edge of the couch, which leaves his hips and ass dangling off of the edge. With his legs spread wide and his hands under Deborah's thighs, Tony will thrust his cock up into my wife's pussy or ass like an out of control machine, while Deborah will put her hands back on the bed or couch and scream her head off. It's even better when he'll use his muscular arms to raise her up and down like she is a rag doll trapped onto his flagpole of a cock. It's as if Tony was created for one sole reason: to fuck and fuck well.

My hands were on the base of his shaft as Deborah climbed on. She parted her sweet thick lips as I positioned the head of his cock into my wife. I moaned as his hips immediately went to work. Driving almost all of the way into my wife. Her eyes began to go from wide open to closed shut, moaning and groaning with each thrust. Those gorgeous orbs that are Tony's balls were already drawn up, and I just kept massaging them, moving to the side a little as I took stage direction from James. It became harder and harder to keep my hand on them as Tony sped up his thrusts, his lower half almost becoming a blur as he plowed my wife. I could hear him growling and gritting his teeth beneath the shouts and yells coming from my wife. He was getting at least eight and half inches into Deborah with each jackhammer thrust, and I found myself calling out to God as he fucked my wife with reckless abandon. That's how hot and sexy it was watching him. Sooner than I thought, Tony grunted out that he was cumming inside of my wife.

And as he did his last hard thrusts up into my wife, I massaged his balls just as he had taught me to, and the three of us moaned in unison as he began to pump the session's first load into my wife. His hard up thrusts were long and deep and I could feel his testicles twitching in my hand as he pumped that thick load into my wife. How do I know it was thick? He made me eat it out of her as soon as he was finished shooting. While he was on the side getting something to drink, Deborah was sprawled out on the couch with her legs spread while my face was buried in between her swampy thighs. Tony could shoot big loads of cum every day, but he always took a nice two-day rest whenever he was going to film something with one of the numerous ladies that he fucks on a regular basis. He takes pride on his loads of cum and we all love seeing them drip from the faces of the gorgeous white women that he gets to screw. The load that I was siphoning from between my wife's tone legs was thick and as white as fresh snow, as if this was the first load he had shot in a week. I made Deborah cum twice before she pushed me away from her crotch, and it took her a moment to recover. After James filmed me holding Tony's cock while he pissed, he was ready for round two. He took Deborah in every position that he knew in front of those cameras, pounding into her pussy and ordering me around at the same time. I never got my cock sucked, or got a piece of Deborah's pussy, except for the times when he told me to hold it open or suck on her clit while he fucked her senseless. She came more times than we both could count, and I felt like I was going to burst into my pants when he unloaded on her face. This load was just as thick and just as tasty as I French-kissed my cum covered wife. After we had all came to our senses, James asked me once again if he could sell these tapes, and I once again told him no. Against my wishes, James had betrayed me.

With my hands vice gripped on the steering wheel, I began to have what I thought was a panic attack. Images of my friends and co-workers raced through my mind. I began picturing them calling my wife names. I could see them bursting in on her and Tony fucking, pulling out their cocks and getting in line to fuck her. I could see the neighbor's teens all having stories about her, lying to their friends about how she sucked their cocks after school. I envisioned my supervisor and his superiors telling me to have my wife perform for them if I wanted a promotion. I saw the few people that I was ahead of at the company looking at pictures of my wife and telling me how much they would love to show her their big black dicks. My head began to spin and my pulse was racing a mile a minute. Not being able to take it anymore, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock, beating it until I shot all over my steering wheel and myself. I thought my screams were going to break the car windows, which I had now fogged up from my own heat. It was so hot in there I jumped out of my car and leaned against the door in the pouring rain, my softening shaft still sticking out of my pants. I'm sure I looked like a pervert standing there with my cum-dripping dick sticking lewdly out of my pants. James. That fucking bastard James. What had he awakened in me?