1 comments/ 18275 views/ 1 favorites Burning By: Affirmation YOU TOOK MY HAND in yours and you led me silently away from the crowd, gathered together in communal awe around the bonfire that burned with joyful ceremony, that cold November night. Nobody noticed us slip away; nobody could have guessed that the fire they stood around, gawping at in innocence, was a mere spark compared to the heat inside you. Your heart was burning at supernova temperatures, and your eyes were bright with life and desire. You led me through the night, navigating the darkness with the confidence of the truly sighted. Several times I tried to break our journey, pulling you towards me for an explanation, for a kiss; but you would only smile, and lead me on, as if you had found a purpose that you could not yet share with me. The night was alive with colourful explosions, as if the very firmament was celebrating the joy of new lust. Finally you halted your journey, and I was surprised (and amused) to find that we had arrived at a modest hotel, and then you wasted no time in adopting a brusque, professional manner as you booked us a room for the night. You smiled radiantly, mischievously, as you dangled the room key in front of me, and gestured to me to follow you. The room was surprisingly tasteful, comfortable and warm. You locked the door behind us, and finally, finally you spoke to me. "Do you want me?" You asked. And I said ‘yes’, with my lips and my eyes, for I wanted you more than I have ever wanted any other woman, though I knew nothing about you; not even your name. "Will you kiss me?" You asked. And I smiled as I moved towards you and answered your question with an embrace and a kiss that I never wanted to break. "Will you fuck me?" You whispered, shockingly, without smiling. And I moved my hands hungrily down your body, down between your legs, as I answered, ‘yes’. And then we undressed each other, wordlessly, and I felt as if we shared a solemn seriousness, as if passion was dictating from a script that was exclusive to us, at that moment. Naked, hungry for each other, I held you tightly as we kissed with a force that left me breathless, and which seemed to signal the start of something; the concordance of your kisses were taking me out of the world, and into your space. You moved to the bed and lay down with your eyes bright and your arms open, and then I was with you, holding down you arms as I traced your lovely form with staccato kisses, describing a path that would never be travelled in quite the same way again. I pushed you gently onto your side and moved behind you, wrapping my arms around you, touching your breasts and your stomach, running my hands down your thighs as I buried my head in your hair, taking in the scent of you; your hair was fragrant with distant memories of summer lovemaking. You gasped and smiled, your eyes were tightly closed as you turned to face me and kissed my face, my chest, and your hands were alive, dancing across my back or clasping at my hands, guiding them to the places you wanted to be touched. With my fingers deep inside you, lost in your hot wetness, I moved my mouth around your breast and I used my tongue and my teeth on your nipple. The taste of you was exquisite: you tasted of illicit sexuality and raw desire. You pulled my hand away from your cunt and you moved above me. You took my cock in your hand and you looked me directly in the eyes and you smiled wantonly as you lowered yourself onto my hard cock. You shivered with pleasure as my cock reached deep inside you, and you showered me with kisses as you fucked me, finding a rhythm to your lust – deep and hard, slow and gentle, then faster and faster, exhaustingly lustful, insatiably hungry. And soon I found myself lost to notions of time and continuity. Touching you, feeling you, kissing you, being inside you… these were the only things that mattered any more. The sound you made when you drew breath, the cries of delight that escaped from your lips and the sweetness of kissing you, of being deep inside you, the unexpected tears that formed at the corner of your eyes... A wave of heat enveloped me as I came inside you, and I felt you stiffen and then relax, as you reached your climax, again and again. Finally, you lay your head on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around you and wished I knew your name so that I could whisper it tenderly. I fell asleep and dreamed of fire, and when I awoke you were gone, as I knew you would be. I spent the following weeks and months missing you, looking for you, and wishing I knew your name. Finally, I let you rest in my memory and found a place for you in my heart. You took me by the hand and you whispered that you loved me, and that cold November night was cold no more, for inside I was burning. For you, my love. Burning Dear A, A little thank you for earlier. I wake, burning. I cannot quite say from where comes this all-encompassing fire and yet, I feel it the moment I wake my eyes and greet the day. I lie, disconcerted for a few moments, as I don't know what to do with myself- I don't know how to respond to the fire. Idly, I yawn and get up- and still this feeling follows me, coursing through my body. I shower, and though I make the water come out cool, I still feel my flesh is flushed...my body is burning. And suddenly, like some sort of thunderclap has hit me, I think of you, and the burning becomes hotter. As I let the water course over my body, I realise that unless I can have you this burning will not desist, this day will bear no fruit until I am filled with you. Wet, naked, with cool drops sliding down my skin I cut my shower short. I go to message you, to come as soon as you can. And so begins my vigil. I return once more to the shower, turning up the heat, now having sourced the cause and cure for this burning, I let the river of heated water caress my body as I was every inch of myself, making my body totally clean for you. You are my every thought as I slide a finger inside my core. Wet from the outset, hot with this lust that must have gripped me in the night. Padding through to my room, I begin to swathe myself in scented cream, making sure every inch of me is smooth and scented.I dress simply- clothes that are designed to be taken off. A cotton dress over my favourite underwear. I choose white, knowing how you enjoy the purity of white underwear. I clad my body in the close fitting white lace and silk, viewing myself in the mirror. Over it I slip the red dress. It is clinging and revealling, but I think in delightful anticipation that it will slide easily over my head, when you are there to undress me. Sliding my feet into black high heels, I tie the straps around my ankles. They make me tall, my legs so long as though they are not to stop. And I begin to wait. As I do, I slide on the veriest whispers of make up- but I stain my lips dark red. Lying back on the bed, I wait the long minutes until you can arrive- tearing away from whatever shackles keep you from me. Eventually the door opens and I feel my body combust- this burning reaching fever pitch as you come up the stairs. A shiver creeps down my body. You throw back the door and lying on the bed, the skirt of my dress sliding up, I am waiting for you. "You took so long," I whisper, walking over and greeting you with a teasing kiss. My lips find yours and caress them, our bodies beginning to press against each other, and you can feel my heat. I slide a finger underneath your top and begin to tug at it. Tonight there is no disguising what it is I want- you. My kisses creep down to your neck, I let my tongue flick against it and I feel you harden against me. I pull you over towards my bed, the bed in which I have lain in wait for so long. I guide your hands to the hem and let you pull the dress over. I stand before you in the virginal white underwear, the lace so tight against my round breast, the silk so minimal in my little tiny thong. It's virginal but the look in my eyes is anything but. I pull off your top so that our skin is closer together, brushing against one another. The temperature in me increases as slowly but surely we undress.You begin to push me down but I resist, sliding from you, standing over you, completely bereft of clothing, and I slowly lower myself til I'm kneeling before you. I let a hand run down your chest, caressing your skin, taking you in, each inch of you. I let out a little sigh of greed as I survey your now completely hard cock. Taking it in my hand, I gently stroking it, enjoying the power of being in control of your pleasure. Then after a few inquisitive strokes, I lower my head, my long hair falling and tickling your skin, and let my tongue roam all across your girth, enjoying the sensation of hardness meeting my lapping tongue. Then, when I am ready, my eyes never looking away from yours, I lower my mouth and take you inside, and begin to suck. The pleasure is so sweet, the sound of your soft groaning as my head moves upwards and downwards, my mouth tight, wet and teasing around your cock. The feeling of you hard in my mouth is incredible. My hands gently caress your balls. Occasionally I pull away, and begin to lick once more, before taking you back into my waiting mouth. By now I am aching to having you inside me. When I can bear it no longer, I murmur, " I can't wait," and stand up, pushing you gently back onto the bed. Our bodies entwined, my pussy by now so wet, so waiting and willing for you, I straddle you and gently position myself so you can enter me. You feel so incredible inside me- filling the tight space that is made for you. Immediately darts of pleasure shoot through my quivering, moaning body as we move together. Our eyes meet for a moment and I lean forward to give you a long, hard, feverish kiss. Our bodies are one as we move, spurring each other on to greater heights of pleasure and desire. Nothing is more perfect than this, this release that I have waited for, finally cascading throughout my body, shaking my entire core until the deepest recesses of my soul are satisfied. I feel your realise, pushing my further towards the limits of pleasure. Then, utterly spent, but the fire still burning, I fall down beside you, allowing myself to be pulled into your arms. It was worth the wait. My love, S x Burning Burning "Hey there Greg, its Katie. I was wondering if you'd like to go out tonight," said Katie. "Sure, what time would you like me to pick you up?" asked Greg "Now would be a good time, I just finished work," said Katie. "Sure, so do you need to go home first?" asked Greg. "Yeah, I need to get some other clothes on," said Katie. "I'll be there soon, I have to get some good clothes on first," said Greg. "Ok, I'll be here waiting," said Katie. She closed her phone and shoved it back into her purse, she sat down in one of the office chairs in the lobby waiting for Greg to arrive. ---- "Thanks for coming to pick me up Greg," said Katie as she opened the door of Greg's car. "No problems, so where do you want to go tonight?" asked Greg. "A nightclub would be good," said Katie as she sat down, she had to concentrate on keeping her jaw from dropping as she took in Greg's appearance. Oozing sexuality she studied his black silk buttoned shirt. And his navy jeans. "Like what you see?" asked Greg huskily. "Very much, lets go," purred Katie. Katie felt the stirrings of arousal as she covertly watched Greg as he concentrated on the road. 'God something must have been smiling on me for me to find such a gorgeous and charming man,' thought Katie as she fawned over him in secrecy. "This is your place right?" asked Greg as he stopped in front of Katie's house. "Yeah, this is me. Do you want to come in while I get changed?" asked Katie. "Sure," said Greg. After they went inside, Katie went into the kitchen and poured herself some water. "There's coffee if you want any," said Katie as she drank. "No thanks, I'm fine I'll sit in the lounge and wait for you," said Greg. "Sure, I could be awhile though," said Katie. "That isn't a problem," said Greg. "Ok, I'll just go get ready," said Katie. After awhile Greg heard the sound of water falling as Katie got into the shower, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he pictured the water flowing down her body as she washed herself taking special care to clean her intimate areas. He groaned as his pants began tightening. But before he could begin to do anything the water stopped flowing. Greg went into the kitchen and splashed his heated face, with the ice water Katie had left out on the bench. Getting control of himself he walked back into the lounge and sat back down in the chair. A little while later Greg was becoming quite restless as he began pacing. "I'm ready," called Katie as she walked into the room. Greg nearly fell over as he registered Katie's sultry appearance. She was wearing a low cut shirt that showed off her cleavage nicely, indicating that she had no bra. And a impossibly short skirt. That if you looked close enough you would realize that there was no underwear. "Wow.. you.. look great," managed Greg as he regained the use of his vocal cords. "Thanks, now we have a club to get to," said Katie as she grabbed his hand and led him out the door. ---- When they had arrived at the nightclub, the sexual tension between them was already bubbling ferociously. "Do you want to do get something to drink first? Or do you want to go on the dance floor?" asked Greg. "Lets get something to drink first," said Katie. "Sure," said Greg as he led Katie to the bar. He bit back a groan as his clothes rubbed against him uncomfortably. "Are you alright there Greg?" asked Katie as she sat down on the stool. "Yeah I'm just fine, I just stubbed my foot," said Greg. "Ok, after we have this drink lets go out on the floor," said Katie. "Ok," said Greg "How old are you? You know I'm 26," said Katie. "24, I'm younger then you," grinned Greg. "Wow, I thought you were at least 28," said Katie. "I've been a cop since I was 18," said Greg. "Really, thats an interesting career choice to make so early on," said Katie. "I know, but I love this job. My grandfather was a cop. He only retired just recently," said Greg. "That must have had an impact on you," said Katie. "Yeah it did, my father died when I was little. My mother was never there much for me, it was always my grandmother and grandfather that were there," said Greg. "Wow, your grandparents must be so amazing," said Katie. "I know they are. I've told you about myself, now I want to hear from you," said Greg. "Are you sure Greg?" asked Katie "Yeah, spill," said Greg "Ok, but its pretty depressing. I never knew who my grandparents were, my mother was an abusive drunk. She died after my father protected me from one of her alcoholic rages. The police charged him with manslaughter not self defense which it should have been, and he got sent to jail unjustly," mourned Katie. "Wow, that is pretty depressing," said Greg. "I know, but after awhile I've gotten used to it," said Katie. "Do you want to go on to the dance floor now?" asked Katie. "Sure, lets stop with the depressive thoughts," said Greg as he grasped her hand and led her onto the dance floor. "Ok, I just want to relax and let go of all of this stress," said Katie. A fast tempo song started with a steady beat. The sexual energy swirled between them as they danced together with their bodies coming into intimate contact, Katie brushed herself against Greg and felt his hardness through his tight pants. He groaned and put his hands on her waist grinding them together, torturing themselves with the sensations provoked from their actions. Katie pulled the back of his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands up his strong back and massaged at his neck, she brought his neck to her mouth and nibbled the skin at the back of his neck gently as they grinded together in the heated atmosphere of the club. The primal music began to drive their emotions to a raging fire, as they danced practically wrapped around each other. Through the charged atmosphere of the club, Katie managed to collect herself long enough to whisper in Greg's ear. "Let's leave," Greg looked at her steamily, he crashed his lips down on hers plunging his tongue inside of mouth. With a groan Greg broke the kiss and wordlessly pulled Katie out of the front doors. Their sweat clung to them as they made their way to the parked car. Once inside the car, Greg grabbed her face and pulled her into another steamy kiss, after breaking it Katie moaned, "Take me to your place now before I rip your clothes off and fuck you right here," Greg grinned deviously as he started the car and took them away from the club, Katie opened the window to try and keep her strong arousal at bay. She was doing everything she could to not touch Greg as he drove rather distractedly. Katie sighed in relief as Greg's small house came into view. Greg opened the front door, they crashed through it and drew each other into a passionate kiss with Greg kicking the door shut. They kissed not letting go until they reached the bedroom, Katie pushed Greg onto the bed and tore his shirt open buttons flying everywhere. Greg groaned as Katie licked and nibbled his throat. She lifted him up slightly so she could pull his shirt off his arms, she then trailed her nibbling teeth down his chest making him groan and squirm. She unbuckled his belt and then forcefully ripped his jeans open and pulled them down. She grabbed the middle of his boxers and tore them off his hips, Greg moaned loudly as she plunged her mouth the whole way down his engorged shaft. She drew her tongue up and down his aching hardness, loving the intensity of his moaning. Greg gripped her shoulders and pulled her up his body and flipped her over. He pulled her revealing shirt off and let her breasts fall out, he took one of the hard nubs in his mouth and sucked and nibbled it. While his hands opened her almost indecent skirt, pushing the flimsy fabric off her body. He moved down and pushed his tongue down inside her, Katie writhed and groaned underneath him while his teeth teasingly grazed her lips his tongue was massaging her inner walls making her scream in pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up her body, she grasped his hardness and stroked him as she kissed him passionately. "I want you inside of me now Greg," said Katie. "I was just inside of you," smirked Greg. Katie grasped his hips and thrust him deep inside of her making them moan in pleasure. "Now you're inside of me," grinned Katie as she reached up and kissed him while Greg began to grind himself inside of her making her tremor with pleasure. "Faster.. Greg please," begged Katie as Greg continue to torture her with small thrusts. 'I'll make him speed up,' thought Katie, she grasped his hips and began thrusting herself up against him. Greg moaned in pleasure as Katie's faster thrusting made him loose control, he was soon pounding into her in a lustful haze. Katie wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in tightly as the pressure of her impeding orgasm increased. Just as she couldn't hold back the burning tide of her orgasm, Greg roared in pleasure and erupted inside of her. Katie shrieked in pleasure as she released the fiery tide of her orgasm. it washed over her like a burning wave, setting her senses on fire, breathlessly moaning at the sensation she barely registered Greg's moans of pleasure as his orgasm began to subside. After a long time of them laying against each other's sweat slicked bodies and trying to regain their breath, Katie said "That was so amazing Greg, I felt like I was on fire there," "That was intense, I haven't felt anything like that before," said Greg. "Well there's always the rest of the night," said Katie trailing a finger through the sweat on his chest. Burning "Goodnight babe," said Greg "Goodnight Greg," said Katie. Burning "I'd say your grandparents probably thought they'd never live to have great-grand kids," grinned Katie. Greg grinned and said "They are going to be so happy, Lucia my grandmother will just adore our baby, just like they'll adore you," "So you're really ok with it?" asked Katie worriedly. "Of course I am baby, it's our child," said Greg he got up from the table and walked over to her and kissed her softly. "Let's go," Greg paid the bill and led Katie out of the restaurant. Burning Asphalt I leave work early and drive like a maniac to your house. I know you are ready and so I honk the horn.... two long loud honks...you shoot out the door before the second one dies out and jump into the car. You lean to me and give me a big wet juicy tongue kiss....UUMMM....damn, this is gonna be fun, I think. I peal out of the drive and we fly through the streets. The radio blares over the sound of the tuned headers I just installed...The roar of the engine fills the streets and causes all the kids to stop what they are doing and see what's making it. We laugh at their expressions as we blow past them. We are on fire and no one can stop us. I look at you sitting there in your thigh high red boots, your plaid skirt and white missionary blouse. Your legs are spread as you let the air conditioning blow over your hot puss. I reach over and slide your skirt up, just high enough so I can see the V of your pink thong crotch. My cock leaps. I leave my hand on your left thigh. I feel the supple warmth of your flesh and I think for a second about pulling over and fucking you, but I don't. My new self control is a bitch sometimes, but it always ends up being rewarded. We are like a rocket flying....a blur to those that turn at the sound of the jacked up engine throbbing like a rail job staging on the quarter mile at Pomona. I can feel the power as it shakes us. I know you feel it too. Your cunt has to be quivering. I move my hand to find out. My fingers press against your lips and you moan and shift in the seat so I can rub the flat of my fingers against the face of your pussy. You lean your head back as I feel your lips through the soft silkyness of your thong. My eyes dart back and forth between the road and your beautiful legs and thong. I feel intoxicated and high. I feel like I could explode. I drive on. You pull your thong over and offer your hot pussy to my probing fingers. I rub between your lips and feel your already swollen and fat labis...uummm so wet. I slide a finger between them, inside you and curl it up teasing you. I know well where your G spot is and I toy with you as you move to accomodate my fingering. You look at me with that dare in your eyes...daring me to make you cover my fingers with your sweet cum.,...daring me to jam more fingers into you and fuck you hard...daring me to pull over and drag you out to the trunk of the car, bend you over and fuck you like the goddamned animal I am. Traffic ahead threatens to slow us. I move my hand back and down-shift into a light and turn then powershift back up and soon am turning onto the interstate. I drop the hammer and the car lurches ahead like it was shot out of a catapult. You laugh and stick your head out the window, screaming like a banshee. I want to fuck you more than ever now. We pass cars and trucks like they are parked and when we hit a straight stretch I pull you to me. You eagerly slide over and place your hand on my leg. "Suck my cock, baby". You unzip my jeans and then have to unsnap them to free my hard cock. It leaps out at you and you quickly grab it and lean down, sucking it into your hot mouth. I love to see the back of your head as you give me head. Something about that image makes my balls tighten. Your throat is soft yet firm against the head of my cock. Your lips squeeze and tease my cock. "You could make a million bucks with that mouth." You suck harder as if to prove my point and I stiffen and shift slightly. My seat is as far back as I can get it and your head hits the steering wheel as you bob on my cock, but you work that mouth on me and I fight to keep from pumping it full of cum. I reach over and push your legs apart. In your position, I can reach between your legs and rub your cunt easily. You raise your top leg and brace it against the dash. I pull your thong over and dive in. My fingers stab into your sopping pussy and I finger it with a furious motion that causes you to bump against me from the force. I cup my hand and rub your hot snatch, my fingers flat against your pussy and up under your ass. I slide my fingers up and then push them back inside you. I see a truck ahead and I move to the passing lane. I slow as I approach him and when I am alongside, I slow to maintain his speed. I lean down and see that he is looking into the car. I push your legs further apart so show your pink wet pussy. He stares and honks his airhorn. You raise up, startled and then realize what was going on. "Show him that pussy. Make him drive off the road." You laugh manicially and turn to him. You coyly pull your skirt down and tuck it between your legs in false modesty and you look up at him and blow him a kiss. Then you pull your skirt up slowly and when your thong is exposed, you pull it off and flash your pink bald pussy at him. I have to watch him carefully to be sure he doesn't swerve and hit us as he is obssessed with you. You rub your pussy and pull the lips apart, then shove one finger inside, then suck it off, then push two fingers in and then suck them off. You laugh as he yells at us to pull over. Fat chance, I think. You tease him for a couple of minutes more, then I reach for you and pull you back to my cock. You raise your ass to him and start sucking my cock again. You pull it out and lick the head so he can see that and then you suck it back into your throat. His horn blares as he goes berserk at the show. I image he is jacking his trucker cock as he tries to steer. He keeps yelling for us to pull over. I get bored with this and drop my foot to the floor. We zoom away and soon he disappears from my rear view mirror. You continue sucking my cock until I shoot my cum down your throat. Like a good cocksucker, you keep sucking until my cock gets limper. You wash it off and then sit back up, licking your lips at me. "How about me hun?", you ask. "Patience, my horny little slut." You like for me to call you a slut and cocksucker at times like this. It makes your little coochie wet and sloppy to be fucked. I do what I can to help you out. We speed on until the sun starts setting behind us. The country is empty and flat. Few cars and trucks meet us. As dusk falls, the stars fill the clear sky. I can see without headlights. You scoot over next to me and I hold you tight to me. The windows are down and our hair blows in the wind. "I love you sweetheart." "Oh hun, I love you so much too." We drive for a few minutes more and I after we top a small hill, I see the road in the moonlight stretching out for miles below us. I turn off and park in a desolate area. I turn to you and we kiss. Our mouths cover each others and we kiss and suck and lick with a soft passion. I love looking at you as we kiss. The realization of you in my arms is magnified by that visual confirmation. We kiss and explore each other and as usually happens, soon I am feeling your breasts as you undo my shirt. Our tops drop away and we play as we kiss more. My hands move from your full breasts to your legs and I slowly make that delicious journey up your thighs until I come to that heavenly soft and warm place where all men wish to abide forever. Your hand releases my cock from it's confines and we rub and touch and provoke each other until we are almost insane with desire. I push you away and I open my door and go to your side of the car. I open your door and turn you to me. My cock sways erect as I position you at the edge of the seat. Your legs are up over my shoulders and you lay back on the seat. What a beautiful view I see before me. An angel lying so peaceful and tranquil, your legs spead and raised onto me...your little naked pussy so pink with lips slightly gaping and welcoming me. You are so beautiful and I love you so much. And I want to fuck you. I lean down and my cock finds it place. I shift my weight and my cockhead pushes between your lips. I pause then, savoring that hot sensation. I look at you and you smile back. "Fuck me baby." "Oh yeah." I drive my cock into you with all the force i can muster and I shove you back on the seat. I grab you, pull you back and ram my cock into you again....and again.....and again....and again..and again...again.again.again.again.again...Over and over my cock assaults your little pussy and you moan and scream into the empty night as I give you my hot meat. An animal howls in the distance and I am so caught up in that primal moment that I howl back and we yip and howl at each other as I fuck you deeper and harder. You throw your pussy up at me and buck against my body. We fuck each other with a fury that our howling visitor would envy. What a hot pussy you have. So tight and smooth. So warm and inviting. So responsive as it squeezes and drives my cock on. Your legs close and open around me and your arms grab me and pull me and push me back. Your mouth is open gasping for air until I cover it with mine as I suck out your wet taste and breaths fresh from your lungs. We thrash together and you fly up in orgasmic bliss then crash down until the incessant hammering and plunging of my cock lifts you up again to another climax. You are sweaty and red and soon I realize I am also spent. I push into you, then slide my hands under your ass. "Grab my neck." Your arms lock around my neck and I lift you up, impaled on my cock. My hands under your ass hold your weight. Your arms around my neck steady you as I raise you up and lower you down onto my cock. I bounce you up and down in the night air and I look up at the stars as I feel my cum move up through my cock and shoot into you. I hold you in that lovers grip for a few minutes. We kiss softly in love. Soon, we pull our clothes back on and get back in the car. I turn the radio off and we silently drive through the empty night with our hearts full of each other. The stars are bright and wonderous, but not nearly as beautiful as you. Burning Bridges This is my first Lesbian story. I would be very grateful to receive feedback. If you are looking for explicit sex this story may not be for you, I am more concerned with the erotic and sensual in my story telling. Thank you for reading, please do not forget to vote. In the early grey light of dawn, my eyes travel over her as she sleeps, wispy strands of hair trace patterns on her cheek, a damp spot on the pillow, the saliva of slumber, freckled shoulders naked as the breaking day. We passed the point of turning back; hands held we crossed a bridge, felt its heat as it burnt in the darkness of the night lighting our future. I felt I had known her for years, in a silly way that was true, though it paled beside the truth she uncovered of herself, and me. My mind wanders down the path of our discovery, replaying encounters, wondering just when it was that she entered my soul, bestowing a sense of fulfillment that I had never before had the courage to accept. We take the same train into the city as we have done for many years, eight, possibly nine; each day we lined up on the platform with the rest of the cattle, squeezed into the generally late train, rejoiced at the rarity of finding a seat and tried to ensure the decorous parts of our anatomy are steered away from prying hands and eyes. In the true English tradition, each traveller erects a personal barricade pretended the others are elsewhere. Books and magazines the favourite refuge, newspapers having long since become unmanageable in the confines of our transport. Travelling is an essential chore, unless of course one is lucky enough not to need the income, or by a bizarre stroke of good fortune, find rewarding employment, financial and cerebral, within driving distance of home. It takes years to be on even nodding terms with ones fellow passengers, talking generally is frowned upon, except of course on the mobile, I swear, if I hear 'I'm on the train' one more time I'll rip the damn thing from their hands. What happened to the plan for mobile free carriages? Probably went down the same track as punctuality, why do we accept it, this daily ritual of torment. Summer is worst, why cannot men change clothes occasionally? Men wear the same piss stained trousers day in day out, 'Hey guys, just because the materials dark, it doesn't mean they are not dirty, dicks drip, urine smells, and I fed up with you thrusting your urine stinking trousers in my face.' I'm sorry, I'm ranting instead of telling you the tale that you want to hear, got carried away; honestly, you should try it sometime, then you would know what I'm talking about. We got onto speaking terms when her carrier bag broke and spilled its contents onto the wet platform. It was Manga or another of those new stores, nice bag, crappy handles, takes something major like that to break the ice. The men ignored her, smirked, and turned heads away. She probably intimidates them, tall, always impeccable with a slight 70's air about her style, flowing tweeds skirts in the winter, calve length dresses in the summer, I can never recall her wearing trousers. Ever the practical one, I whipped out my 'just in case bag' and passed it to her. "Here, let me help, you can use this." "No it's ok, I'll be able... are you sure? That really is very sweet of you. I'll let you have it back tomorrow." That was four years ago, since then we have exchanged smiles, said the odd word about the bloody English weather, cursed the latest cancellation, and looked. Our eyes would meet at the oddest moments, a hole formed by an arm thrust into a jacket pocket, across the shoulder of a suit intent on the latest Tom Clancy, brief glimpses often averted as quick as they formed. Sometimes, you know that feeling, I could feel her eyes upon me, that curious prickly sensation on the back of the neck, and I would search her out between the twisted contortion of limbs and bodies, she would hold eye contact for the briefest second before looking away, turning to stare out of the window, tempting me with her profile, the faintest blush on her cheek. I often wondered why she looked at me. Curiosity? Nothing odd about me, I'd noticed she always seemed to catch me when I was feeling vulnerable, staring bleakly into space, fed up with my life and what my future might hold; maybe that was it, she saw the emptiness that only females seem able to touch and recognise for what it is. In all honesty, I admit I sought her out each morning. She is one of those people that you cannot fail to notice, it wasn't just her stature, it was something about her eyes, her smile, almost hypnotic in the way she drew my gaze; she challenged my perception of self, making me squirm with the discomfort of secret desires suppressed from University days. You know how it is at university, Katherine, my best friend at Manchester, expounded the theory that boys only went to university to perpetuate boyhood, girls went to try to find a man. We were continually disappointed in the shallowness of the boys we met and one night tripped over the boundary of convention sharing my bed because of an overflow of unwanted party guests, and experimented. When I say experimented it was Katherine that undertook the exploration, I lay supine and let her hands and lips rove pretending to myself I was too drunk to care, all the while relishing her touches and kisses. For Katherine it was just that, a one-night experiment, she soon returned to her quest of sorting the men from the boys. Letting her touch me that night shocked the root of my beliefs, I can feel her hands now, when I need to, different from a man's touch, more concerned with giving than receiving. It has been my one and only diversion, for six months I hoped we might revisit the night, I'd lacked the courage to touch her, to prise open her emotional core, and yearned for the opportunity, I was mildly heartbroken when Katherine found a boy who wanted to be a man and set about training him. I'm digressing again, but you see what this woman on the train does to me, where her look takes me. The day we became lovers, I was in a seething fury at being stood up once again. It had planned weeks ago, theatre tickets, restaurant booked; he called to say he wouldn't be able to get back in time. I don't recall the precise phrasing of the latest excuse; I had long since stopped listening. He had become proficient at trotting them out; I really don't think he felt any shame at all. In truth, our marriage had finished long ago, we rushed in, swept on a wave of passion, and when we paused for breathe, found more to dislike than love could conquer. We remained bound together by the bricks and mortar of our mortgage. We both knew that the recovering property market had made possible our escape, it wont be long now, each wanted the other to take the first step, to admit defeat. Exactly when my plan formulated itself I couldn't say for sure, if I were being completely honest, she was my first thought after he made his excuse. I was on the platform early, nervously looking around, waiting for her arrival. She swept onto the platform wearing a leaf green silk dress that giddily danced around her legs, as fresh and bright as the June morning. I smiled in her direction, noting the stares that followed her across to where I stood. "Beautiful day," She said, aware of the effect her dress was having, "I wanted to thank the sun for delivering this glorious day." "Well you have certainly achieved that." I replied, she smiled and blushed in the inimitable way that I had come to savour. Watching the approaching train, I knew it was now or never. "I hope you don't misread this, (why did I say that!) I have a spare ticket for the theatre tonight my partner had to cancel at the last minute, (why did I say partner? she must have seen my wedding ring, know I'm married) would you like to join me?" She turned her face to me, no hiding the blushes now, and said, "That would be wonderful. What are we seeing?" "Titus Andronicus, at the National," I could see her slight frown, "maybe you should have asked what the play was first." That was all it took and we dissolved into laughter. She took my hand, "I'm Jenny, and you are?" "Claire. Look the trains here, you know how it is, let's meet on the Lyttelton balcony at about seven." It was one of those journeys where we barely caught a glimpse of one another, Jenny (I feel strange using her name) always got out at Waterloo while I travelled on the Charing Cross, she waved to me from the platform as we parted. My day was dominated by the touch of her hand, such a simple gesture, it conveyed either more, or less, than I imagined. I only know I reacted in a way I had not expected, revisiting Katherine's touch, mind churning between the desire for intimacy and the convention of behaviour. I wondered if Jenny had a partner, speculating over what possible sex, acutely aware that I wanted her to be unconventional but refused to admit the word lesbian to my vocabulary. At six, I was still playing catch up with office work, decided enough was enough, and took myself off to the loo to freshen my appearance. I was aware that I wanted to make a good impression, to please her. What would she be like? How would we react to each other? Now, I couldn't stop thinking about her eyes, our exchanged glances, blushes, unsure how to read the little information I had gleaned across the years. Unsure of what I was expecting, or even hoping from our meeting. She was on the balcony when I arrived shortly before seven, even with the numbers filling the theatre she stood out, the brilliant green of her dress bright amongst the generally drab garb of the theatre crowd. She waved at me as I moved across the foyer to the staircase, mouthing something drowned in the noise of the 'Foyer Jazz' filling the space. I climbed to meet her, mouth dry, clammy hands sticking on the stainless steel handrail. As I turned at the top of the stairs to face her, I saw she guarded a table, securing a place where we could sit and begin the journey of discovery. As I reached her, she leaned to me and kissed my cheek like an old friend, I caught a trace of her perfume, Guerlian, Shalimar perhaps, its heady fragrance complementing the lightness of her dress. I sat down, knees trembling like a child from the warmth of her kiss, and began to hope she would lead me where I wanted to go. "Hi Claire, you found me! Look at all these people. I got you a drink, G&T is that ok." "It's perfect, just what I need (it might calm me down). Could hardly miss you in that dress, you shine like a beacon." "I know, it's a bit wild at my age. When I raised the blinds and saw the sun this morning I just knew it was the day for this dress. Didn't realise I would be going on a date in it. Thank you so much for inviting me." (A date? Is that how she regards this, a date, with me? ) "Well cheers." I said, taking my glass. We toasted each other. I took a long slurp of my drink feeling the need to push alcohol into my system, forgetting for the moment that I hadn't eaten all day. "Wow, you look like you needed that, been one of those days?" she asked. "Yes, my secretary threw a 'sicky', just what I needed at the end of the week. I work in PR, the company schedules Friday as 'office work', no clients, and no meetings, just push the paper and schedule the weeks ahead. It is generally a good system but it does give the lazy ones a heads up as to which day to miss. I had better go easy on the drink, I haven't eaten all day." "I could go and get us something to eat from the buffet, what time does the play start?" "Seven thirty, it's a long play. I don't really think we have time, bound to be a queue, nearly always is. In any case, I didn't have time to tell you, we have a table booked for the Olivier restaurant after the play. My husband's treat." I looked at her face for any hint of a reaction but saw none and immediately wondered what I had expected. "You are married then, I saw the ring and wondered if you just, you know, sort of wear it, some women do." "Barely. It won't last much longer." (Why do I want tell her this? To clear the ground for her?) "Tonight's stunt might be the final straw." "Ah." (And, just what sort of an 'Ah' was that, Ah, I'm glad, or Ah, here's trouble?) "Once the passion cooled, we discovered we didn't like each other. Simple really." I told her. "But you still live with him." "Yes, mostly the house thing, we have pretty much separate lives, separate bedrooms, (you're doing it again!) I demand we perform the ritual of social intercourse from time to time, hence tonight, theatre and dinner." "Emm. Never fancied it myself never found one that had grown up enough. Hey ho, I sometimes wonder what I'm missing." "Not a lot, unless of course you like washing, ironing and cooking." She laughed, eyes twinkling, and said, "Oh, I imagined it was more involved than that." "You mean S E X? Well, that can be fun, but when the fun's gone, you have to make your own amusement." "Yes, I do know what you mean." Her eyes held mine as she said this, making sure the message arrived. We stayed looking at each other, looking for something beyond the tease, she brought her glass to her mouth, kissed the rim with her lips, smiling at me all the while with her eyes, and sipped. "Tell me about Titus. Are you a Shakespeare nut?" she asked. "I like Shakespeare and the National productions are pretty good, but the game was to see if I could get the bugger to sit in one place for three hours, I think he saw my plan for what it was." "Claire, why are you trying? It sound's like the game's finished." "I suppose you never want to admit defeat to yourself, you keep pretending... I don't know, maybe it is just a stasis until something else comes along." I could hear the announcement that we should take our seats, people milling toward the entrances, and waited for her reply. "Emm, stasis is quite wrong for you, for each of us, unless served with a heavy helping of contentment. Come on, drink up. Do you really want to see this play? Let's go and eat, do you more good than watching Titus Andronicus for three hours wondering why I'm here with you." I felt myself blush, an event comparatively unknown since childhood, and drained my drink pleased she was taking the initiative, reading my mind. She was right, I had no desire to see the play and every desire to spend time with her. "What about the tickets?" "See that young couple down at the returns desk, can you see, the girl with the red cardigan, let's give them the tickets, make them happy. Let's not eat in the restaurant here, it's too prissy." "Well, the restaurant wouldn't have room for us now, the booking was for after the theatre. They can bill his card for a no-show, serve him right." We walked downstairs and presented the tickets to the young couple, catching them just leaving the theatre, faces disappointed. "That was lovely." Jenny said, "Her face was a picture, I love making people smile." # We walked along the riverbank, the cool evening air cleansing the sticky atmosphere of the theatre. She took my arm like an old girl friend comforting me with her attention and again raising the hairs on my neck. "I know an Italian restaurant, Arch Duke, it's half way to the station, not so far to stagger. What do you say?" Jenny asked. "Sound's good, I really am hungry the more I think about it." The meal seemed to pass in moments. We talked non-stop about our jobs and families, swapped birth signs, and explored our hopes and fears, laying a platform of understanding for future discovery. I discovered she was unattached and tingled with anticipation of where this might lead, but lacked the courage to express desires so new that the context embarrassed. She asked me about my husband. "It was fine at first, the passion of young love. He was, still is on occasion, a rugby player, full of life, sociable, always moving with a crowd of people; that is how we met at a rugby do, and for a while life was great, out and about, lots of parties and fun. I wanted more out of life than it being just one big party. It was almost as if he were afraid of being alone with me, we always had to be doing things with the crowd when all I wanted to do was to be alone with him, enjoy a quiet meal and listen to music or talk. He just couldn't accept that that could be fun, enjoyable. Said I was growing old before my time and trying to drag him with me. So, he would go off with his mates and I would stay home with my music and books. We just grew apart from one another. Finally, I had enough of him coming home smelling of drink and snoring all night and forced him to move to the second bedroom. I suppose we have lived separate parallel lives these last five years. It all happened around the time the housing market collapsed, we paid a lot of money for the house and it has been impossible to sell it and get back our money until this last year. During that time, I suppose we just got used to sharing the house, not that he is home much these days, I'm pretty sure he's sleeping with someone, he can't be away on business all the time." "Claire, I'm sorry. It must have been awful." "In a funny kind of way I was relieved that it had happened quickly, before we had children. That would have been worst; being tied to someone that you don't love because of children. No, it worked out for the best, my only worry that I will grow old alone." "You won't grow old alone. You're beautiful, you must be inundated with men." "That's sweet of you to say so, I don't feel beautiful, I've put on weight, my breasts sag and anyway I'm off men until they learn the difference between making love and screwing. Men all seem to think they only have to buy a girl a drink and she will drop her panties. I am sorry; I don't know why I'm talking like this. Too many men in the office who think I'm easy prey, stories do the rounds, they think just because I'm not getting any at home, the field is open for them to step in and fill the breach, my breach. What about you, tell me about your love life." "One of the world's shortest stories. I seem to scare them away. Men don't like girls as tall as them and I don't respond to male flattery, particularly about my height, never been able to distinguish between a genuine desire to say something nice and an attempt to ingratiate. I've had boyfriends, slept with a few but could never get terribly enthusiastic about the whole penis thing. I mean look at it, it's not exactly the thing you want to be most proud of in a man, most men I've known seem slavishly devoted to it's worship and wellbeing. I always had the impression I was running a close second to Mr. Willy, at best. A few years ago I decided enough was enough and would content myself with the things I enjoy, reading, films, I am passionate about films, and music. I suppose I keep hoping that someone will come along who will want me for what I am, who I am, and who will treat me as the object of desire rather than me having to play second fiddle to ego's, willies or whatever; I need someone to stir the passion in me, it's exists, it is just that no one has had the courage to reach for it." "Well this is a fine state of affairs, two strikingly beautiful women living a life of celibacy." I said. "Ah, now that depends upon your precise definition of celibacy, I don't spend all of my time reading or watching films, a girl has to have her personal pleasure, take what is at hand, so as to speak." I laughed with her; I'm sure I was blushing at just the very image of her private intimacy, at the very least, her words had me squirming again, she had a directness that struck at the very spot she aimed for; despite realising that fact, it barely prepared me for the next phase of our conversation. Burning Bridges I am wearing a black wrap dress and have on black highheels, matching panties and bra...all black. I have on a long strand of Mikimoto pearls and matching stud earrings...I wore my auburn hair down and my lips are Chanel Red. You have on slacks and a long sleeved dress shirt, shiny dress shoes and a long coat...it is Autumn, my favorite season and the air is crisp and cool, a breeze blowing strong enough to keep blowing my hair in my face and you keep brushing my hair away and kissing me as we walk the gardens of the park. We get to the suspension bridge and walk to the middle, no one else is around, and it is silent except for the sound of the waterfall below us. I place my forearms on the railing and watch the water cascading over the rocks. You come up behind me, placing one arm around mine, holding one of my hands in yours, the other you start to caress my hair with...your face buried in my hair as you kiss your way around to my sensitive neck. I can feel your hardness against my backside and smile and let out a pleasurable sigh. You remove your hands from where they where and bring them to my breasts, cupping their fullness in your hands, squeezing them. I rub my backside against your hardness and hear your breathe quicken. Your hands slide down my ribcage to the bow tie at the front of my dress...you pull the string and the dress fall open, baring me to the elements, I shiver. You run one of your hands back up to my breasts, pulling the cups of the bra down so that they too are exposed....my alabaster breasts...the nipples pinkish and puckered...you tease them flicking them one at a time..as your other hand travels down and slips into the waistband of my panties. I lean into you, panting, you kindled a flame...bringing my mouth up to yours, eager to feel your warm mouth on my cold one...you claim mine, pushing your tongue inside...your hand finding my sweet spot and rubbing it...I cry out, gripping the railing...you divide my wetness and slip a finger inside while your thumb rubs my clit...I buck and push against your hand as you finger fuck me and play with my tits at the same time, I am burning for you. I cum on your hand and fingers. You remove your hand from under my panties....I look into your eyes and you smile at me, taking your fingers and placing them in your mouth and sucking on them. You tell me to bend over the railing and I comply. My hair hanging down along with my breasts and Mikimoto pearl necklace. Shivering from the cold night air but more so from the burning heat inside me needing to be released...I hear your zipper sliding down and then feel you hard cock at the back of my ass, as you caress its curves with your dick. Pale skin, black dress, dark eyes, red lips moaning calling your name...pink nipples hard and pointed...pink wet cunt waiting for you....wanting you. You push yourself into my warm tight waiting pussy and I let out a long satisfied moan. So wet, so tight, so hot...you start moving your hips back and forth, telling me to play with my tits. I take one in each hand, pushing them together, pinching my nipples...my body half turned, looking at you with dark fathomless eyes...crying out to you, saying your name. You pump harder, faster...your thighs smacking against mine. Our bodies making wet sounds as you slide in and out of me, your balls slick from my honey. You take one of your hands from my hip and tangle it in my hair, thrusting in and out of me...watching your glistening cock as it pumps in and out between the pink folds of my pussy..oh yes, baby. That's it, fuck me...fuck me, just like that....mmmmm....pound your cock into my tight pussy...yes... yesssssssss.... YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! My pussy throbs and milks your cock, you can't hold back any longer...you erupt inside of me, turning my face to yours and kissing me hard, moaning as you release your seed into me... You disengage from my body and pull me to you, kissing my forehead, my face, my lips. You then tell me to get on my knees and I comply. You stick your still semi-erect cock in my face and tell me to lick you clean and again, I comply...licking the length of your shaft, wrapping my lips around it, sucking it before releasing it and moving to your balls, licking them clean and your sticky thighs...before returning to your cock, lapping any residual cream from the two of us from your dick. You pull me back up to you...kissing my lips and fixing my dress, retying the bow. You take your coat and place it around me, giving my forehead another kiss and pulling me close...caressing my back and hair... "My Serene..." Burning Bridges Author's Note: This story has been revised and edited to fit Literotica's submission guidelines. A similar version of this story exists out there but under a different title and with a different ending. Both stories are copyrighted by this author. Warning: THIS IS NOT A FEEL GOOD STORY! There's no happy ending here. So if that kinda of story bothers you or 'brings you down,' umm... PLEASE DON'T READ IT! Lots of other stories out there you might like. LOL! Thanks to findingmyvoice for making this a better read. Any mistakes you find are mine, since I always tend to mess with my stories after I get them back from an editor. BTW -- YES, I am in anger management classes. Remedial ones, of course. **** Doug I nursed my drink and stared at the lazy Texas sunset. Man, I'm gonna miss this. I ain't gonna miss the summer heat but there's something about standing in your backyard wearing only shorts and a t-shirt in November that I could've gotten used to. Oh... and the smell of Texas barbeque... damn, my mouth is already watering! Turning, I glanced back on the family cookout that was in progress behind me. The get together was in my honor, celebrating my recent promotion as shop foreman. It was labeled an 'adult party' and the half dozen company employees and their spouses were there without any children. I was thankful for that because I had every intention of turning this into my farewell party. When I got the chance, I went out to my truck. I picked up what I figured I'd need for a 'visual aid.' I suspected they'd ask me to give some kinda speech and I wanted to make it memorable. I stuck my Glock 9mm into the back of my jeans and made sure it wasn't noticeable under my dinner jacket. Making my way back through the guests, I saw my boss coming towards me. Tommy Peterson was a big, fat guy with a smile that could light up half of Dallas. Even in his fifties, the man had a presence about him that both demanded respect and put you at ease. Beside him walked Martha, his wife, my problem. Alright, maybe she ain't the problem. Maybe she's just the moron who keeps opening the damn door and letting the real problem in! It don't really matter, either way, it gets taken care of today! Martha Peterson was more than a little on the heavy side but was still decent looking, even in her fifties. She had that kinda personality that drew people to her and made her 'Momma' or 'Granma' to just about everyone. Problem was she believed the old wives' tale 'Momma knows best.' Since I'd moved here eleven months ago, she'd made it her mission in life to set me up with the 'perfect' woman. It didn't matter what I did or what I said, she couldn't get it through her thick head I just wasn't interested in dating. I'm still trying to get over my first marriage. Maybe if I would've yelled or thrown some kinda fit she would have gotten the hint. But that just ain't me. I tend to be quiet, polite, and private. I guess if I'd been more of an ass... well that's gonna change! There they sat, Martha and several of the other wives all just beaming like cats that'd caught a mouse. They'd found their 'perfect' girl for me and there she was sitting with them. She was beautiful, barely five feet but with a good figure, long blonde hair, and a very pretty face. Of course she always looked great because she worked in a beauty salon. I had to give them credit, I thought she was the 'perfect' girl for me too... till about two years ago! Unfortunately, the 'perfect' girl they'd been pushing on me the past couple months was my ex-wife, Teresa. The fact they knew that is what really burned my ass. I hadn't told them the real story behind my divorce because it wasn't any of their damn business! I'd told them I didn't want to date her, or talk to her, or even be in the same state as her. Now, there she sat, surrounded by a bunch of women who were extremely pleased with themselves at finally getting my ex-wife and me face to face. Teresa probably hadn't told them much about our how our marriage ended because she tended to leave out little things when she didn't want to face something. She had a way about her that charmed almost everyone she met. She'd told them she'd made a mistake and that I refused to talk to her and forgive her. She'd played the 'broken and sorry wife' role perfectly. That and her "I pray for the chance to show Doug how much I really love him" routine had Martha, and her hen party, eating out of her hand. Tommy stood up, addressed the group, and finally introduced me. Show Time! "I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight. I know this was supposed to be a celebration and I guess it is in a way. "Tommy offered me the job as shop foreman and I want to thank him for that. But sir, I'm gonna have to turn it down because as of today... I quit. Sorry to spring this on you and I'll understand if you don't want to give me a good reference but I'm gonna be gone tomorrow no matter what happens." I watched the startled faces as Tommy opened his mouth to say something. "Doug, this is a party and my home," he said sternly. "No disrespect to you, sir. You've been more than fair with me and I owe you an explanation but there are others here," I said coldly, "that I sure as hell don't owe anything." "Doug?" Martha said. "Martha, I think you and the rest of your little coven have done more than enough to me. I'd made it very clear I didn't want to date anyone and I sure as hell made it clear I didn't want to be anywhere near my ex-wife. Apparently, what I want ain't important. So, I'm either gonna speak now or I leave for good. Your choice, either one sounds pretty good to me right now." The group was silent except for the sound of Teresa crying. "Alright, then I'll tell you a little story..." Teresa looked up at me and slowly shook her head, her eyes begging me to not go on. "You see, about two years ago I left my little hometown in Georgia for the first time in my life. I left behind a destroyed marriage and a family who'd turned their backs on me. I came here eleven months ago trying to start a new life, but it seems I can't get away from my past. It just keeps finding me, with the help of others." I glared at Martha until she looked away. "I married my high school sweetheart five years ago. She was everything I ever wanted or dreamed of. We got married after she graduated and for three years I thought we had the perfect marriage. She worked in a beauty salon and I worked in one of my family's garages. My dad owns several garages across northern Georgia so that's where I learned to be a mechanic. "But just like the Garden of Eden had a serpent... so did my marriage. Unfortunately, my serpent turned out to be my kid brother, Billy. "Billy is three years younger than me but he's always been the center of attention in my family. He's supposedly a recovering drug addict, and has been since he was fifteen and dropped out of school. "All my life, my parents have a looked out for him, sacrificed themselves, and me, for whatever was best for Billy. I heard 'Doug, we have to help him, he's sick' more times than I can count. "So, three years ago, when I heard he'd been evicted from his latest dump, I wasn't surprised. My family, including my wife, wanted him to stay with us until he could get admitted into another rehab. My response wasn't 'no' but 'Hell No!' "Both my wife and my parents were 'shocked and appalled' I could be so cold and turn my back on my brother. In my mind, I didn't turn my back on him I just wasn't enabling him. Over the next few weeks they made my life a living hell, pressuring me until I agreed to let Billy come and stay. "And my reward for trying to be a 'good' big brother?" I glared at my ex-wife, trying to calm myself. "I'm not sure what line my piece of shit brother fed to my wife to get her to spread her legs for him, but it worked. Of course, neither one ever bothered to let me know about it. Two months later, I got the great news... 'Honey, I'm pregnant.' Like a dumbass, I was thrilled since we'd been trying to have a kid for the past year. "Imagine my surprise, a few months later, when the doctor told us there was something wrong with the baby. That the baby had a small heart defect that was common with women who used cocaine. My wife of course denied ever using drugs. Then the doctor said something that turned my world into a nightmare. "He said there were studies that said drug abuse didn't have to be from the mother. Early studies showed sperm from a drug addict could cause birth defects. I started getting pissed. "He asked me if I'd been doing drugs. When I told him I hadn't, he said birth defects were still a mystery and there must be another reason. "My wife, the one who I trusted more than anyone in this world, told me I was the child's father. But, things weren't adding up right. "When the baby was born, they did the surgery. It was considered a total success. But I'm not a complete fool so I had a DNA test run. When the results came back it was final... I was an uncle! "I lost it. I threw all of my cheating wife's things out of the house, grabbed my Glock, and went looking for that shit, I once called a brother. "I looked everywhere but couldn't find him. My parents had stashed him in some out-of-state rehab. So how did they know? Well there's another little kick in the balls. Seems my brother waited a whole week before he told them about sharing his older brother's reason to live. Then the four of them sat on their asses, hoping I would never find out their little secret! "I filed for divorce the next day. As soon as my slut of a wife got served, the nonstop load of bullshit started from her and my parents. "I wouldn't talk to the cheating whore for weeks. I couldn't stand to look at her or even hear her voice. I was in shock. All my dreams were trashed. I'd been screwed over and lied to by the ones who claimed they loved me. "After a week of non-stop shit from my parents, I agreed to talk to her. "I heard all her excuses. He was depressed and said he'd nothing to live for. She felt sorry for him. She was only trying to comfort him and it went too far. The weed he was smoking clouded her mind. It was only that one night. It was just a 'mercy fuck' and didn't mean anything. "Seems their first attempt was so bad he started talking suicide. The second time, she restored his will to live. My ex-wife, trying to earn sainthood one dick at a time! Makes one wonder if she's been visiting the homeless shelters and spreading her... joy." I spit the bile that was building in my mouth. Teresa sat there and quietly cried. "Both Teresa and my parents were on me like flies on shit but they weren't alone. They recruited others to 'talk' to me. "My favorite was when the pastor of the church my family has attended for generations paid me a visit. My family was big in giving to the church and had funded a bunch of their building projects. "He went on and on about forgiveness. After a bit I got tired of it and agreed to forgive but with two conditions. The first was that he would preach a sermon Sunday on coveting your brother's wife. The second was that the following Sunday I would get to stand before the entire congregation and give my 'testimony' before I publicly forgave them. I smiled as I remembered his reaction. "I never heard from him again. "Of course my parents just kept going," I snarled. "I heard all their expected bullshit. I needed to be a bigger man than this. Teresa had made a mistake but her heart was good. My wife and baby needed me and a 'real' man wouldn't abandon them. They raised me better than this. They went on and on. "My dad finally told me how disappointed he was in me for not forgiving Teresa and Billy. I told them both how disappointed I was in them as parents. After that, I gave them both barrels and told exactly what I thought of them! It was very ugly. "Finally, when they asked me if I'd read my brother's apology letter and that I shouldn't blame Billy because he was sick... I lost it again. I told them I'd wiped my ass with his letter. I also told them to never mention my brother's name to me ever again. They didn't believe me... so I decided to convince them." I stared at my audience making sure I had their complete attention. Reaching behind me, I pulled out my Glock. There were several gasps and more than a few cuss words. I thanked God I was at Tommy and Martha's house. Usually pulling a gun in Texas would get your ass shot. But, I knew Martha had banned any guns from being brought into her home so I would be the only one carrying. The arsenal my coworker's usually carried would've been left in their trucks or other vehicles. I lowered my voice to a menacing growl and continued. "I see you had the same reaction as my parents. I remember the words I spoke to them that day. "You mention that motherfucker's name to me one more time and I will hunt the son-of-a-bitch down and put a bullet in his fucking head. I swear to God, you will be burying your favorite son within the week." I paused to watch the color drain out of several people's faces. I'd made my point. "Apparently, my parents believed me since they haven't spoken to me since that day. Too bad I can't say the same for my ex-wife. "I figured I might actually hurt someone if I stayed there any longer so I moved across the state line to Alabama to wait out my divorce. I left Teresa and the kid everything but a few dollars I needed to get started again. Guess I should be grateful it took her six months to find me. I'd heard she had some kinda breakdown and had to be hospitalized. Seems she tried to kill herself... she failed. It was kinda like her trying to stay faithful to her husband, close but no cigar!" I stared at Teresa as she buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. I'd like to tell you I felt sorry for her but I didn't. She'd made me what I am now by tearing out my heart. All that was left was the pain from my past and a rage I have to fight to control every day. Over the past two years I'd found I couldn't move on. The fact Teresa kept stalking me didn't help. She'd always said we were soul mates, destined to be together throughout time. I thought it was kinda silly, like she'd read it somewhere and just liked the sound of it. I have my doubts now. I've never felt so alone, like a part of me is missing. I find myself looking next to me wanting to ask her what she thinks. At times I've even reached out for her hand but it's never there. I can feel my heart growing colder and the anger growing each time it happens. Before this, she'd always been there for me. I remembered my graduation. My dad wasn't there because Billy had gotten in trouble again. Dad had gone down to the police station to pick him up and to talk with a magistrate. My mom was so worried, she was a basket case so I told her to just go and join dad. So my graduation party included my friends and some family members but none of my immediate family. I tried to hide my disappointment but Teresa saw through it right away. She'd made sure I felt loved that night, several times. It really had been my special night. I woke up in the middle of the night after my party, lying in my bed with her naked body snuggled beside me. I noticed my parents standing in my doorway staring at us. Slowly I got up, put my boxers on and walked over to my bedroom door. My dad wanted to say something about Teresa being there but he thought better of it. My mom had tears in her eyes. They both whispered their apologies to me for missing my party. I lied and told them it wasn't a big deal. I remember telling them I'd be moving out soon and I'd be moving in with my cousin until Teresa and I could get married. Then I shut the door in their faces. My attention was drawn back to my audience when a couple started to stand up. I cleared my throat and shook my head. They quickly sat back down. Carefully, I put my Glock down beside me and you could hear the sighs of relief. I looked at them and continued my story. "When she finally found me, she moved into the same trailer park I was living in. After I got a restraining order against her and still filed about a dozen more complaints, I knew I needed to move again. The divorce had finally come through so I packed up and moved here to Texas. "She didn't mention the little fact of a restraining order to you when she gave you her sob story about our marriage, did she Martha?" Martha was now starting to cry as she shook her head. "Didn't think so. She's pretty good at leaving out little important details. "When I got to Texas, I was lucky to find someone like Tommy, who helped me start over again. He gave me the chance to prove myself and didn't pry into my past very much. "I'd made it clear I didn't want to talk about my past and after making sure I wasn't running from the law, he was okay with that. Again, too bad his wife wouldn't listen. "I hadn't told anyone where I was moving, not even the couple of friends I still had in Georgia. So, imagine my surprise when three months ago my ex-wife moved into town. An even bigger joy was when my boss' wife decided to try to get me and my cheating ex-wife back together again!" Martha started to speak but I interrupted her. "You had your chance but you sure as hell never listened! Now it's my turn," I spewed with enough rage to shut her up. "I've made it clear a shitload of times over the last year I didn't want to date and didn't want to discuss or have to explain my past. I sure as hell didn't want to get back with my wife. But apparently, what I want doesn't mean shit. Martha sobbed. "Doug, I'm so sorry. I didn't know... " I cut her off right there. "Didn't know?" I spat. "Since when do you have to 'know' before you'll respect someone else's privacy? Who the hell do you think you are that someone has to explain it to you before you'll give him the common courtesy of staying the hell out of his life! I could tell my words had hit their mark. It was time to wrap up this sad little show. "So Martha, I want to thank you and these other busybodies, for making my last two months a living hell. I would wish y'all well but that would be a boldfaced lie. Personally, I hope y'all turn on each other and make each other's lives miserable." I looked down and saw Teresa's tear streaked face. "Please, baby, please," she begged. "Please give me another chance!" "I told you to get the hell away from me, Teresa. Go home to your kid." "I can't unless I bring his daddy back with me." "You want to find the kid's father? Go look in some rehab or in some gutter. If you were meaning me, then it ain't ever gonna happen. If you haven't been following our little story... I sure as hell ain't the kid's father!" I picked up my Glock, put it back in my belt, and turned to walk through the crowd. They parted faster than a trailer tramp's legs at a NASCAR party. I heard several apologies and a few even looked me in the eye. As I reached the driveway I heard Teresa scream behind me. "NO! Doug wait, please don't go. I can't live without you, Doug!" she screamed as she fell to ground weeping. "You have to come home, you just have to... " I turned around and looked at her. "Listen bitch, I don't give a shit if you take a razor to your wrists or not, just stay the hell away from me!" I saw everyone staring at me. "Seems I still can't get anyone to fucking listen to me," I snarled and walked to my truck. **** Teresa The doctors tell me recording my thoughts is good therapy and this will help me discover myself. Personally, I think they're full of shit. They don't seem to understand that I've lost my Doug. He's my rock, my soul mate, my lover, my best friend, and until recently, my husband. Burning Bridges I lost him because of one stupid mistake. A mistake he can't forgive me for. To understand us, you need to know our past. Doug and I started dating in high school. He was a sophomore and I was just a freshman. I knew I loved him from the moment we first kissed. We went all through high school together and I knew we would end up getting married. Three months after I graduated, we had our wedding. I'm sure my parents were thrilled. First, they were glad I was out of their house and second, because we didn't have to get married. As good little Southern Baptists, I think they were afraid I was gonna get knocked up. My parents and I were always arguing. They loved Doug but didn't like my lifestyle. The sex and drinking was too much for them. Of course they knew I'd never do that with anyone but Doug. He was all I'd ever wanted. He's always been who I thought was my soul mate. Even when I messed up, it had nothing to do with my love for him. Although he doesn't see it that way. All he sees is the betrayal. He doesn't understand that when I see how bad he hurts, I die too. Doug has always been my rock. Whenever I would lose control, he was always there, until now. Most people think he's shy and quiet but I know better. What he really is...is a volcano! He's always calm on the outside but inside it can just build and build until he explodes! I've seen it happen several times but rarely ever in public. One time it happened in front of a bunch of our classmates. We'd gone to a keg party and had been drinking when this jerk, Jerry Whitmore, grabbed my ass. I turned around and slapped him. Then the drunk asshole grabbed me and tried to feel me up. He must've had a death wish to do that in front of Doug. Even though Doug ain't the biggest guy, he's strong and in real good shape. Jerry didn't even get a punch in before Doug had him on the ground, sitting on him and pounding his face. It took three guys to pull Doug off him and when they did there was blood everywhere. Doug messed him up pretty bad and there was talk of charging Doug. But, then I threatened to file sexual assault charges against Jerry and everything was dropped. Needless to say, I never had a problem with any other guy after that. Like I said earlier, Doug and I got married right after I graduated. It was the happiest time that I can remember. He was already working as a mechanic in one of his father's garages and I went to beauty school. Soon, we had enough money saved to buy our first house. It wasn't much, just a little two bedroom, matchbox house... but it was ours. The first two years were tight since we didn't have much money. But we had each other and it was more than enough! I was so happy it seemed I was living in some fairytale. Doug and I didn't have a perfect marriage but it sure seemed that way sometimes. We'd argue but then I'd pout or cry and he would give in most of the time. I didn't do that very often. I didn't want to take advantage of my Doug. Our love was like a protective wall around us, keeping us safe from the outside world. I guess that's why I never saw the danger until it was too late When Billy was evicted from his trailer our problems started. He had no place to stay since, at the time, he was arguing with his and Doug's parents. Even though they didn't want him staying with them again so soon after the last time, they didn't want him on the street either. They asked us if he could stay with us for a few weeks until they could get him into another rehab center. I said okay, but Doug said no. I knew Doug had lots of issues with his family, most of them he had a right to be pissed about. Doug's parents, Tom and Paula, are pretty decent folk. They were just unlucky enough to have a son that was a mess. That mess tore their family apart and then killed mine as well. Billy was always the loud one, the one who'd do almost anything on a dare. While Doug, on the other hand, was that quiet force always standing in the background but you always knew was there. Together they were a team. That lasted until Doug went to high school. In high school, Doug started hanging around his friends and football teammates more. Billy reacted by being even more an attention hound. Soon, it was obvious Billy was gonna try to be a 'bad boy' or some kinda rebel. It ain't a surprise Billy started hanging around the druggies. Doug and I were dating by then and I knew it tore Doug up watching Billy fall down that hole. Billy was a full-fledged addict by the time he was a freshman. He'd already torn the family up pretty good by then. He dropped out the same year Doug graduated. Doug's parents tried everything but didn't know what to do with Billy. They tried sweet-talking, bribing, threatening, and finally, they tried some 'tough love.' Billy simply used it as an excuse to drop out of school. After that, Tom and Paula ended up caving into him on just about everything. While I understood their problem, it then became all about Billy. They did everything for him and basically left Doug to fend for himself most of the time. I know that really hurt Doug. Billy was just hell-bent on destroying his life. It was too bad because he could've been something special. My Doug's a good looking guy but everyone agrees Billy would've been better looking when he grew up. Unfortunately, with the drug addiction, no one will ever know. Doug tried a bunch of times to reach out to Billy. Billy's response was to steal from his brother and their parents then buy more drugs. When Billy turned eighteen Doug stopped trying. We'd been married about two-and-a-half-years when Billy got evicted. I'll admit Tom, Paula, and I were pretty relentless on trying to get Doug to change his mind. I think Tom and Paula felt they were out of options and I think they needed to ease their guilt. They didn't want Billy to come back to live with them again. They had just thrown him out several months earlier after he'd stolen a bunch of money from them. I wanted Doug to change his mind because you can't just turn your back on family, also, it was getting close to Christmas and it would've been a horrible holiday with Billy living on the street. It was just a few days after Christmas, when I let my fairytale marriage come crashing down. Doug had called and told me he was trying to fix the transmission for a middle-aged, single mother of three there in town. It was her only car, so he and one of the other guys were gonna work through the night to get it fixed for her. Damn, I love him. I got home late from the beauty salon that night. When I walked into the house I almost gagged. The smoke from Billy's weed was like a fog. I walked over and pounded on the bedroom door but he didn't answer me. Pissed off, I opened up some windows and then went to take a shower. After my shower, I got ready for bed. The smell of smoke still reeked, but I needed to shut the windows because it was cold outside. After shutting the windows, I went and banged on Billy's door again. This time he answered. The way he looked scared me. His eyes were bright red and I couldn't tell if it was from the smoke or if he'd been crying. He had such a look of despair and gloom I really started worrying about him. He turned around, walked back over by the bed, and sat on the floor next to his bong. I stepped in and immediately felt a rush from the smoke. I'd smoked pot on occasion so I was familiar with what it was doing to me. I went and got a fan and brought it back into the room. I opened a window and set the fan to start blowing the smoke out. Billy just sat there mumbling. When I was done, I sat down next to him. Even though that night is fuzzy, I'm sure I remember the way things happened. I remember I started in on him. "Dammit Billy!" I said. "If Doug smells this when he gets home, he'll kick your ass out." "Maybe that would be for the best," he mumbled. When I looked at him I saw such sadness. It was like he'd given up. "Hell, it don't matter anyway," he sighed, while tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I'm dyin' anyway." I was shocked. It took me a few seconds to respond. "Oh shit Billy, do you got AIDS?" He snorted and shook his head. "Nah, I hate needles. But it's the other way of gettin' it that's proof I'm dyin'." He looked at me and must've seen my confusion. With a deep sad sigh he answered my unspoken question. "I... I... ah shit," he started. "Even with some of the skanks I hang around, I couldn't catch AIDS that way, even if I tried." He sat there watching me as it finally dawned on me what he meant. When it did, I couldn't believe it. I mean hell, he'd just turned 19! "Did... did you like, go to a doctor?" "Yeah," he nodded. "He said it was the drugs. Hell, I checked out clean for STDs and AIDS but it don't make a whole lot of difference now does it? I can't usually get it up and when I do, I can't keep it hard for very long. I can barely scrape enough money together to feed my habit so buying some little blue pills ain't likely. Hell, if I can't be much of a man, I might as well end it. So getting thrown out by my lucky big brother really doesn't mean shit." We sat quietly for a few minutes. I'm ashamed that I began to think of ways to help and most of them I knew Doug wouldn't approve of. "Doug's not really lucky, he just works hard," I said. "That ain't what I was talking about," he mumbled. Billy looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Then what?" I asked softly. "I was talking about you," he whispered. I know I blushed. I turned my head so he couldn't see it. "Doug's always been lucky because of you. You give him the strength to do what he needs to do. If it wasn't for you, he'd be just as big of a fuck-up as I am. So yeah, he's lucky. If I'd found someone like you, things would've been different." He buried his head in his hands and sighed. I know he was stroking my ego. At least I do now. Then... well things are hazy. I think it was the smoke, since it was still pretty heavy in the room. If I could do it all over, I would've got up and left right there... but I didn't. What I did was open the door to the end of my marriage. I looked over at him and I saw a broken kid, someone who didn't have a reason to live. My heart broke as I saw his pain. I reached over and put my arms around him and hugged him. He put his head on my shoulder and I gently stroked his hair. After a few minutes, he reached up and gently touched my cheek, and then he kissed me, softly. "Billy," I whispered. "You shouldn't..." "Please Teresa," he begged softly. "I've never kissed a good woman before. Please." I know I should've stopped it right there, but I froze. I didn't kiss him back but I didn't stop him either. He kissed me again and reached around me and pulled me tight. I didn't respond. I guess he thought my lack of response was a green light. His kisses grew in passion while his hands caressed me underneath my t-shirt. When one hand slipped down between my legs, I flinched. "Billy," I whispered. "Please Teresa, I need a reason to live." Was that a line? Of course it was! But I actually believed he was on the edge of despair. Whether I was stoned or just stunned by the moment, I didn't get up, I didn't scream, I didn't kick, or do the things I should've if I wanted to fight for my marriage. Instead, I just sat there confused, torn on what I should do. After he stroked me for a minute, he slowly pushed me back onto the floor. He spread my legs and pushed my panties to the side. I'm not sure when he undid his jeans but I felt him push into me. I wasn't completely ready for him and his entry was uncomfortable. He slid into me fully as my body slowly responded. As he began pumping into me, I almost laughed. With me just lying there, I thought of the image of a dog dry humping someone's leg. I could feel him having trouble maintaining an erection. Soon it was obvious he wasn't gonna be able to finish the job. He sat back and I remember that I'd never seen a face before in so much torment. He actually began to cry. It was then I made my decision. I remember thinking that the damage had already been done, I'd allowed Billy to cross a line that Doug would never forgive. Even though I hadn't made love to Billy, I hadn't stopped him from having sex with me either. Since I was already lost, I knew some good had to come out of this. I reached out and gently touched Billy. "Come here," I said softly. I took his hand as we stood up and pushed him onto the bed. I stripped off my panties and t-shirt and removed the rest of his clothes. He just lay on his back, staring at me quietly. I got his attention when I began to revive his erection with my mouth and tongue and soon he was moaning his pleasure. I crawled up on the bed and allowed him to touch and caress me as I continued to stroke him. Soon, I had him strong enough for me to take him. I straddled him like a horse and guided him into me. Slowly, I began to grind myself into him creating a rhythm. It wasn't 'making love.' There were no tender words or touches. Those were saved for my husband, this was just... sex. As I rode him, I felt him begin to lose some of his hardness, so I increased the speed. I won't tell you I wasn't enjoying it, but it wasn't the incredible sex I usually had with my Doug. And when I felt one of his fingers begin to play with my ass, I felt I needed to make yet another decision. Doug and I had tried anal sex a couple of times. I hated it. The second time I tried, it was a gift to my Doug on his birthday. He knew I didn't like it, so he never asked for it after that. "Concentrate," I whispered as I brushed his hand away from my ass. Doug had always told me, the more excited I got when we made love, the better it was for him. He said when I lost myself in our passion, it made him more excited and the more excited he was, the harder he got. With a final conviction, I threw myself into what I was doing. I used every trick I'd learned from having sex with Doug those past five years. Everything I knew that turned my husband on, I tried on Billy. I even used the thought of having sex with someone I shouldn't, just to get me more excited. As I ground myself into him, I felt his response immediately. He became hard as a rock as he drove himself up into me. I realized then that Billy was longer than my Doug but not as thick. Even with the extra length, he was no match for my husband. Doug had the ability to drive me to an orgasm within minutes. He knew what I liked, what I wanted, and what I needed. He had something no other man will ever have... my love. I began to whimper and say some of the things I said to Doug when we had sex. I begged Billy to do it harder and faster. As he obeyed, I began moaning as I felt myself race towards my climax. Then with a surprise, Billy exploded inside me. His action pushed me over the edge and I screamed out my release. As I lay on top of him panting, I could hear him breathlessly whispering. "Thank you, thank you... oh gawd thank you." I lay there, knowing I accomplished something. I'd given hope to someone who didn't have any. Do you know how that feels? It feels incredible! I rolled off Billy and stood up. It was at that point I came back to reality. I felt Billy's watery deposit escape and run down my leg. Then the magnitude of my betrayal hit me square in the face. I quickly grabbed my clothes and started for the bedroom door. Billy called out to me. "Teresa?" I turned and stared at him as the tears began to fill my eyes. "Never again Billy," I said softly. "This will never happen again and Doug can't ever know. You understand me? He can't know... ever!" Billy nodded and lay back on the bed. He covered his face with his arms and I think I heard him begin to cry. I went and took another shower. I tried to scrub myself clean on the outside. On the inside, I tried to justify my actions, but I couldn't. I hadn't set out to cheat on Doug but that's the way he'd see it. The fact it was with his brother would kill him. I cried myself to sleep that night. I knew I'd changed us forever. The next morning, Doug was furious. The smell of pot was still noticeable. He about threw Billy out right then and there. Why he didn't, I'm not really sure. I was a mess, still trying to get my emotions under control so Doug wouldn't think something was wrong. That night, I made love to my Doug like there would be no tomorrow. In a way, I was scared there might not be. When he asked, I told him I'd had a nightmare that he'd left me. He was so kind and gentle with me that night I lost count of the orgasms. My Doug was mine and I was his again. I would never again, be so stupid. Over the next few weeks I noticed Billy watching me but he never tried to talk to me alone. He moved out three weeks later. Two weeks after he'd moved out, I discovered I was pregnant. Doug and I were thrilled. I honestly never believed the child wasn't Doug's. I mean, we'd had a very active sex life since we got married and probably did the nasty several times each week. So, I figured we'd done it at least twenty-five times since I'd been with Billy. Not until Billy asked me if he might be the father did I start getting concerned. I learned much to my anger and embarrassment that Billy had already confessed to Tom and Paula what had happened. They weren't happy but they didn't throw me to the wolves either. After talking with them, we decided to let our secret die and pray Doug would never find out. I was sick. I'd never kept anything from Doug before but I knew this would destroy him. Every night I prayed the child was his and he'd never find out. The day that doctor said there was a problem with the baby, I knew my prayers weren't answered. He said it could be fixed with surgery. But, depending on how bad it was, they might have to do surgery right after it was born. When he said that kinda birth defect had been linked to coke abuse, my heart stopped beating. He asked me if I did drugs and I told him absolutely not! Then, he asked Doug the same thing and said they had studies showing if the father was a drug user it could cause defects too. I almost died right there. Doug started to come unglued until the doctor told him that when it came to birth defects they didn't know anything for sure. But I knew right then the seed of doubt had been planted. Over the next few months, I tried to assure Doug that it was his without letting him know there was a possibility it wasn't. He never came right out and asked. I knew I was holding onto just a glimmer of hope the baby really was Doug's, but there weren't any other options. After the baby was born, all hell broke loose. Doug got a DNA test and found out that Billy was the daddy. He threw my stuff out of the house that day. Not surprisingly, my parents disowned me and I ended up moving in with Doug's parents. Doug wouldn't even talk to me for two weeks. He finally agreed to meet with me after his parents had been after him daily for almost a week. I know our 'talk' was one-sided but I had to get my husband to listen to me. He had to see how sorry I was and how much I needed him. I pleaded and begged, pouted and shouted, screamed and cried. I would've stood on my head if I would've thought it would make Doug listen and understand. He really is my life, my love, my soul mate. I tried everything I could think of but my husband just wasn't listening. I begged him to forgive me and told him that it was just a bad mistake. I explained it was just a 'mercy fuck' and didn't mean anything. I even told him the God's-honest truth that it wasn't near as good as when we did it. Still, I got almost no response. All he would say to me was 'you slept with my brother and had his kid.' Burning Bridges Over the next week, his parents and I tried everything to get him to sit down and talk with us, to try to find a way to work through this. Billy even wrote him a letter trying to explain and apologize. I'm not blind, I could see how us constantly badgering him was affecting my husband. I could see the anger and frustration building in Doug. All someone has to do is watch his eyes, they're his 'tell.' The more they squint, the closer he is to exploding. But I didn't have any other choice, he just wouldn't listen! I called him fifteen times a day and went to his workplace a couple of times each day. Was I 'stalking' Doug? I guess it could've seemed that way. But I've never backed away from a fight if it is about something important and there's nothing more important than my Doug! When he finally did talk to me I almost wished he hadn't. He started with 'slut' and 'whore' and then got worse. By the time he finished, he'd called me every name in the book. He ended up pulling off my wedding ring while I sat there, petrified by his words. Up until then, I'd seen my husband's rage but was never threatened by it. Now I was its target and it scared the shit out of me. About that time, Tom and Paula told me 'it's best to leave things be' and stopped helping me. Doug had said some things to them that shook them up pretty bad. Like I said, his rage can be scary at times. I lost it when he moved to Alabama. For the first time, I considered my life without my Doug. It was black and cold and there was no hope or joy in it. The man I loved hated me. That night, I mixed a bottle of sleeping pills with a fifth of Jack Daniels. I woke up the next day in the hospital with a splitting headache and on 'suicide watch.' They said I'd started calling people after Doug wouldn't take any more of my calls. They obviously found me in time and pumped my stomach. After that, Doug Jr., that's the baby's name, went to live with Tom and Paula. I'm not allowed to be around it much. I'd like to say that bothers me, but it doesn't. The baby is a mistake, just a painful reminder that I don't have my husband. It took a little while, but I was able to track Doug down in Alabama after I got out of the hospital. I moved into the small trailer park where he was living. Needless to say, he wasn't thrilled to see me. I got a job at a local beauty parlor and settled into my routine. Work... call Doug... work... visit Doug... work... call Doug. Soon, I was visited by the Bama cops. I had to change my routine a bit when Doug filed a restraining order on me. But I didn't stop trying to talk to him. I couldn't, because if I had I would've lost him completely! It was about this time that Doug got his divorce. I guess the judge heard the baby was his brother's and figured we wouldn't be able to work it out. He just didn't know us very well. A couple of months after the divorce, Doug moved again. It took me eight months to find him. He'd moved to Texas. This time, when I moved to be near him I didn't pressure him like I had in the past. I met some of the ladies whose husbands and boyfriends worked with him. I told them some of the highlights of our relationship, mainly focusing on my desire to get back together with him. I never lied to them... I just didn't tell them everything. I'd gotten another job in a salon so I could take it slower this time. If you're wondering about how I can get a job so quick the answer is simple. I'm pretty, I work fairly cheap, and I do damn good work. It took a little while but Martha could see how much I loved him and how sorry I was I'd ruined it for us. I think she also saw how unhappy Doug was. So even though he said he wasn't interested in talking to me, we all knew it was just a matter of time before he would. That time finally came at his party. What Martha and I had planned backfired in the worst way possible. What started as a promising night quickly turned bad. Doug told everyone his version of our story. It was condensed and very harsh. I didn't dare interrupt him; I could see his eyes squinting. After he was done, I begged him to come home with me and he told me to go kill myself. I knew then, I'd lost him for good. After the party, I fell apart. Martha got me to a hospital and several days later I found myself here, in an Atlanta hospital under another suicide watch. You may be wondering about the baby. Well, I'm told it's doing great. I haven't been around it since right before my first breakdown. Tom and Paula are taking care of the baby right now. They'll probably end up adopting it because let's face it, I'm a shitty mother. What else would you call a woman who can't stand to look at her own child? I know that sounds horrible but every time I see it, I remember my mistake and all it cost me. It's not the baby's fault, I know, but that doesn't change anything. Does that make me a terrible person? Hell yeah, in my eyes it does. I guess the doctors were right, this did help me discover who I am. Of course, who I found out I am makes me sick. I'm a horrible wife and mother who lost her only reason to live. I'll probably have to hide this little recording or they'll never let me out of here. They say they want you to be honest but when you are, it scares them. I've no doubt someday I'll figure out a way to deal with this. I pray it's soon. **** Epilogue Doug I stood on the California beach looking out over the Pacific.  The nightmare I'd lived over the past few years was finally over.  The ending had actually started several weeks after the party.  I'd received a text from my cousin in Georgia that Teresa had killed herself. I was numb. It'd been like waiting for the Titanic to finally sink.  Hoping against hope that somehow things would work out but knowing they couldn't.  I still loved her, but I couldn't have ever gone back to her. Then my path was clear.  I wrote two short notes, enclosed them with the small black jewelry box, and sent it certified mail to my parents.   The first note was addressed to my parents telling them that since Teresa had taken the easy way out it was up to me, his uncle, to look after my nephew's future.  I said I knew they'd be able to take care of him financially after Billy and I were out of the picture.  I ended it by wishing them better luck raising my nephew than they had raising Billy and me.   I'd addressed the little black box to my brother.  Inside were four things; the smashed remains of Teresa and my wedding rings, a single 9mm bullet, and a note that just said 'run.' It took me a few weeks to catch up to him.  I finally found him in a crack house in Atlanta. He was living there with some of his other junkie friends.  I remembered his face when I put my Glock between his eyes.  The stink of his room didn't compare to the reek when he shit himself. "Please," he'd begged.  "Kill me, Doug.  I can't live with the guilt.  I'm so sorry." Some would call it weak, others might call it strong but I couldn't pull the trigger.  I took a bullet out of my clip and tossed it to him. "Do it yourself, you piece of shit.  You're not gonna ruin any more of my life.  Go shit on someone else's life." That was the last time I saw him, laying there crying in his own shit.  I left Georgia that night knowing I'd burnt all my bridges there.  I'd never go home again. That was a couple weeks ago. I got a text this morning saying that they'd found Billy's body. He'd died from an overdose.  They found a 9mm bullet clutched in his hand.  That chapter of my life was over. Looking out over that big-ass ocean, I noticed there wasn't a boat or ship on it as far as the eye could see. I felt a loneliness that matched the emptiness in my heart.  How do you live without your soul mate?  I was about to find out. *** Burning Bridges "Thank you for suggesting this." I said, "It has been wonderful, you seemed to know just what I needed." "My absolute pleasure; it has been reward enough to watch the tension drain from your face, you are beginning to look like you used to." "What do you mean?" "Just that over the years, I have watched the strain grow. I see your eyes sparkle when you look at me, but they tell a different story the rest of the time." "Am I that transparent?" "To me, yes. Often I have wanted to talk to you, to ask you what is troubling you, but you know how it is, the train has never been the place to explore this. I'm going to be blunt, I don't know if I will get this opportunity again. I'm not sure that I am a lesbian, I have never had a female lover; but for what ever reason, when I look at you, I feel instantly aware of my sexuality. Gosh, I never imagined I would have the courage to say this. I've been on the edge all day just waiting for this evening, I can't explain, don't really understand it myself, I just feel I want to be closer to you than I have ever felt about anyone. Look, you can leave now, if you want. I'm not ashamed of telling you how I feel, I just hope that you want to help me find out why." Whilst she said all of this I was aware of her fingers stroking across the palm of my outstretched hand, her eyes never wavered, just asked me to trust her. I didn't reply and tried not to discourage her whilst I considered what to do. Her invitation scared and excited me; as much as I wanted, I was not sure I could take this step, and stalled a reply. "Lets pay the bill and walk down to London Bridge to catch the train," I said, "walk off all this food we've eaten." # This time, I took her arm resting my fingers on the soft skin above her wrist aware of her moving trapping my hand against the silk covering her hip. We had no need to speak, touch was communication enough for the moment. As we walked, I could feel a growing nervousness in her, she started to speak. "Claire, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." I gently squeezed her wrist. "You didn't embarrass me, I'm happy you said what you did, I'm just trying to come to terms with how your words make me feel. Truth is, I am scared and excited, and it is a long time since anyone had the ability to bring those two emotions to the surface simultaneously. Time for me to be honest, when I invited you, it was because I wanted to be more than just someone you saw on the way to work, I want to be much more to you than that." We strolled slowly along, no hurry, each aware of the nearness of the other, exchanging small talk just to hear the others voice, a reassurance that we could act normally regardless of the thoughts crowding, pushing for attention. Near the Globe Theatre, I felt her shiver. "Cold?" "It's cooler than I expected, I should have brought a coat." "Ah, but you didn't know you were being kidnapped for the night. (What am I saying, I must sound like a schoolgirl) Here, lets put my wrap round both of us." I took one arm out of the long woollen wrap and Jenny pulled it across her shoulders working her arm into the sleeve, arms crossed backs under the wrap finding a resting place on the tuck of the waist, above the hip pulling one to another allowing us walk in unison. As she moved, I could feel her ribcage pushing against the heel of my hand, sliding my fingers across the silk covering of her hip and relished in the sensation of touching her body. "Better?" "Much, I was beginning to chill." I squeezed her hip and stumbled slightly straightening to find her fingertips on my skin beneath my blouse, my body trembled involuntarily, goose bumps prickling my skin as she tapped out a tune with the tips of her fingers as if playing my skin for a flute. And so we walked and explored, content at our mutual discovery and freed of the shackles of responsibility. In the train, we snuggled close pretending the coolness of the night invaded us still. After Bromley, we had the carriage to ourselves and turned to face one another aware that the moment had come; she reached toward me, kissed me, barely brushing my lips, the gentleness of her touch conveying more than words her need for my approval before urgency caught our breath and our bodies took up the refrain. I wanted to touch her, feel her skin warm against mine, silently screamed as her hand brushed my stomach, needing more, shocked at my lust. We left the platform at Petts Wood, fingers intertwined, almost running to her car. My nails tracing the ridges of silk on spine as she stooped to unlock the car door for me; as my fingers reached the swell of her buttock, she stiffened, turned, taking my face in her hands and kissed me again, tongue tip probing, teeth nibbling at my lower lip as I guided her hips onto mine and we settled for the moment each for the heat of the other. I have no idea of how long we stood glued one to the other, or who may have seen us but one departing car caught us in headlights and beeped it's horn snapping us from our embrace. It was never mentioned, but I knew I was going home with her and gladly entered her car. In the car, I my hands sought her, mounding the silk skirt up onto her lap until I found skin, she took my hand moving it across her abdomen, pressing it down into the hot valley of her thighs breath catching as she struggled to control the sensations of my investigative fingers. Her legs trembled to make room for my hand, hips edged forward for me to dip beneath the fabric of her panties touching her dampness, feeling mine. How she managed to drive while rocking herself against my fingers escapes me, she pulled onto her driveway wrenching the car to a halt, pushed back her seat and opened her self for my touch stroking my head where it now lay on the soft warm skin of her tummy, twisting her fingers in my hair. Need met for the moment, she whispered, "Can we go in?" but stay spread while my fingers soothed her palpitations. Finally I stopped, wanting the greater things awaiting each of us and followed her into her home. In the hallway she turned to me almost aggressively, backing me into the wall and kissed me with a force no man had mustered, sliding her body against mine, fucking with my desire; her hands held mine spread against the wall in surrender and I whimpered as her lips moved to my neck arousing my need as she planted kisses down onto my shoulder nibbling at my skin, knowing just where to touch and inflame me. Now my breath came in sharp jerks accompanying each new kiss of discovery, Jenny pushed the woollen wrap down my arms following its passage with her, lips nuzzling the soft inner fold of my elbow until my legs began to shake from the sheer tension of her action. "Undress me, please." I asked. She took my hand and led me up the stairs where I fell to her bed shaking with fear and desire. She reached under her dress, removed her panties, and crouched beside me, knees parted with the skirt of her dress bunched between her thighs. Her hair fell over my face as she leaned into me planting kisses on my eyes, my nose, mouth and then renewed her attack on my neck and ears. How did she know? What told her where I wanted her kisses? Slowly she unbuttoned by blouse exploring each new area of skin with her lips, raising goose bumps on my skin with the dew of her tongue. I raised my shoulders allowing her to unsnap the clasp of my bra and let her help me out of my blouse. I was ashamed of my breasts, sagging already, they had never been what you could describe as 'pert' and involuntarily brought my arms across my chest only for her push them away moving in to nuzzle and graze, delighting in the stiffening nipples caught between her lips. I don't ever recall feeling so wanton, so lacking in inhibition, I wanted, needed her to touch me and lay serene in her pleasure. She raised herself and moved to unhook the side fastening on my skirt, sliding the zip and removing my skirt, tights, and panties in one move. My nakedness was absolute under her eyes and I felt relief as she slipped out of her own dress and bra and lay across my body; just to feel her skin on mine was enough, my hips raised to find the pressure of hers and bring my first climax. I lay panting beneath her joined by a sheen of perspiration until she finally raised herself; I parted my legs to make room for her knees and felt her eyes travel down my body. "I've never done this before." Jenny said, "I don't know what to do. I've wanted to be with you for such a long time and now you're here and I don't know what to do." I reached up and hugged her to me feeling her breasts melt against mine and another flame of desire threatened to engulf me. "You are doing fine, make love to me, let me make love to you, no rules, no boundaries, we can find the way together." What started with renewed kissing, ended after hours of exquisite torture and pleasure, finding each other's rhythms, pleasure centres, and taste. I could have died then and been content, never did I imagine it could be like this. I couldn't keep my hands, and eventually my mouth, from the sweet wetness between her legs, wanting to pry, unfold, and seek the secret that gave me such intense pleasure. I tried to keep track of who was following, who was leading, seeking the stereotype of fiction, my head pushed away the other lie, that what we are doing is wrong and I surrendered to her caresses with gratitude, discovering more of my body, my souls' needs and desires than in all of my former thirty odd years, and, finally, I pushed Katherine into a corner of my mind where she could look on and smile. Later, exhausted, swollen, sore from mutual ministrations, we fall to sleep wrapped in arms and legs as if it was always thus. That first night was a passage of mutual discovery, everything a first for each of us; later she told that she had always known she would give herself like that, for me her tenderness and capacity to love and be loved was a dream come true, someone to share, completely, everything. In the early grey light of dawn, my eyes travel over her as she sleeps, wispy strands of hair trace patterns on her cheek, a damp spot on the pillow, the saliva of slumber, freckled shoulders naked as the breaking day. We passed the point of turning back, hands held we crossed a bridge, felt the heat as it burnt in the darkness of the night lighting our future. Thank you for reading this story. Please send feedback or post a Public Comment, and do vote, it is the only way we story tellers can measure our performance. - Neonlyte Burning Coals (This is just a tease of an idea, please let me know what you think, good or bad comments both welcome) --- The first time I laid eyes on him, His stance was on the edge of relaxed, With a hint of a natural tension in his wide shoulders, He walked with an air of authority, His tall frame half a head taller than the majority of those in the club, His hair was cropped close to his scalp, It was dark, from what I could see in the dimmed lights, And then our eyes met, Ice against burning coals, His stare was possessive, Many would have had difficulty breaking the gaze, I felt my lips quirk upwards, wanting to grin, But I kept myself passive as I looked further into the crowd surrounding the bar, I turned in my seat, nursing a simple Jack Daniels and coke, Too much ice had melted, It was losing it's effect, I felt him as he approached me from behind and stood behind my bar stool, His large hands resting on the sides of my seat, trapping me somewhat in his arms, He leaned over my shoulders as I fought the growing urge to grin, "Are you alone?" was all he said, a deep reverberating voice that flowed not only teasingly into my ear and warmed the back of my neck, but pulsated through my back, where his chest hovered, I took my drink and took another sip, suddenly thirsty, I didn't answer him, only waited, sitting patiently, He leaned away from me and took a seat to my left, nudging my knees with his, His stare was molten, He was a temptation, And I have been ever so bored recently. I licked my lips and looked up at him, staring him straight on, I looked him over, a small smirk breaking free over my lips, yes, I definitely liked what I saw. "Are you?" I asked issuing my challenge, my defeat, my utter surrender. In a strange apartment my back slammed against the wall in the darkness, a large body pressed into mine, large slightly calloused hands taking possession of me. His lips smashed against mine savagely driving my mind away from me, as well as my breath, as he tenderly explored my mouth and I was powerless against his probing. At first he had seemed starved, but then he slowed his wondering hands, slowing them to feather over the exposed skin of my shoulders, over my dress, my breasts, down to my thighs where the skin was beginning to ignite in ways it hasn't for over a year. His lips trailed away from my lips as he went for my throat. As he kissed just under my jaw, at the jugular my breath hitched and his teeth nipped gently. He pulled me away from the wall and dragged me down the dark hall way, and into what looked like a bedroom. The bed was a double, nothing majestic, just enough room for company. I yelped as he grabbed me and threw me down onto the bed, suddenly tearing off my clothes like an animal. Two could play at this game. I stopped him as I was left in my bra and panties, and I pushed him with all my strength so he was on his back surprised. I straddled his hips and grabbed his shirt collar in both my hands bringing our faces close, dangerously close. "My turn." I growled and he smiled up at me, his hand covering my left hip and rubbing gentle circles into my skin as he waited for me to make my move. I however had a different approach to this game, My hands dragged lightly up his abdomen under his shirt, feeling the fair hair that trailed in the V shape of his groin, up to his chest which flexed under the intrusion of my cool touch. The shirt was becoming an annoyance, and I slowly undid the buttons, one by one, up till the mid way up, where he had unbuttoned it earlier. When his shirt was finally open, and his grasp on my hip the tiniest bit heavier, I brushed his shirt over his shoulders and ran my hands over his chest, massaging and exploring this new landscape presented before me. He growled below me, frustrated with my teasing and sat up suddenly, ripping his shirt completely free of his torso. His sudden movement threw me off balance and I fell back against his thighs. His hands ran slowly up my shins, lightly over my bruised knees, and dragged heavier over my thighs up to my inner thighs and I suppressed a shiver, he'd have to work harder to get a rise out of me. He skipped my panties and his hands seared a path up my small torso, his hands were large and enveloped my frame easily, pouring heat into me, which I greedily revelled in, his hands skimmed the underside of my bra and then skipped my bra to pull my head up, to bring our lips together once again in earnest. I kissed him hungrily and slowly led him to lay on his back once more under me, when I broke from the kiss I ran my hands down his chest, his toned stomach, to the waist band of his dark jeans and unsnapped his belt quickly, undoing the button and then slowly brought down the zipper, my head resting on his thigh. I began to tug his jeans and he got the picture and quickly eradicated himself of them and his boxers. He stood beside the bed in front of me, I licked my lips, I still wanted to play with him, but the coals were burning like a furnace in his gaze as he stared at my remaining clothing. He leapt onto the bed, over me and tore away my undergarments. Now, no more play time, there will be time plenty for that later. He pushed me back on the bed, ripped my legs apart and lay between them, rolling his body up to nip at my breasts and I gasped from the full body contact sensation. Burning Crucible Procyon The Fast-class cruiser RN Jericho generated a flare as it emerged from transit outside the orbit of UM-7, the last planet in the system, an equivalent distance from Sol to Sol-7, the Sun to Jupiter. It extended masts and began transmitting a request for the Transterran home office to grant a meeting with the NorCom representative it carried. Planet-side, as had become habit, Kilgore intercepted the MIL officer heading for the chairman’s office with a frown. “The chairman asked not to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary. Is there something I can assist you with?” “Off squelch, mouthpiece. I lack time for meddling today. I need the chairman immediately. Wake him, sober him, get him off his mistress, I don’t care.” “Great men need sleep, drink, and fond attention,” Kilgore calmly reminded. “My instructions were to have specific view of things to be considered absolutely necessary.” The MIL officer fought but failed to keep a disgusted grimace from his face. He growled and said, “Management bastard son of a godless whore!” but quickly recovered his composure. He sighed in resignation. “Our sensors are picking up a signal from a NorCom warship that just arrived in-system. They request a high-level meeting.” “About what?” “They’ve been attacked by a fleet that emerged from the Crucible Rift: non-human. Their garrison at Zebra Station is destroyed and forty-seven Ursae Majoris has been occupied. The garrison at Virginis is encircled but holding out barely.” Kilgore felt a chill spreading from the base of his spine. “They followed them back. They followed the renegades back. When they came out of the rift the first thing they detected was Zebra Station, so they went there first, now they’re doing the Virginis Run. They’re already in Virginis.” “Sir?” The MIL guy seemed confused by what was then shining as obvious in Kilgore’s mind. “Do we have any ships in range to intercept the NorCom?” “Yes, sir. Valencia is testing its engines in the outer boundary. They can rendezvous with the NorCom in twelve hours.” “Are they moving?” “Yes, sir, Valencia is fueling now. The NorCom is on a vector for the SolCorp platform. They’re broadcasting their demands over the Guard channel.” “Return to your post. I’ll inform the director and he’ll contact you directly.” *** An outbound Reuter’s ship got video footage of Valencia in formation with RN Jericho and sold it back to Transterran for 100 Cr. per foot/second. The camera zoomed in on the NorCom vessel. Scorches marred the hull plating in wide swathes and were indicators of recent time spent in action. The population of Octavia watched. Lefleur watched. His commo screen flashed once as a transmitter link was established with it. The emblem of the RN Jericho appeared on the screen and was replaced by a bald, wrinkled squash of a man’s head. “My name is Harmon Vik. I am the prime administrator of Apex Corporation in the sixty-one Virginis system. The government there has asked me to visit you on their behalf. There is a most urgent matter I must take up with you. Is this channel secure?” “Of course,” Lefleur said and looked to his security chief for confirmation and got a nod. They’d provided the NorCom with a frequency to negotiate on. “Please speak freely.” “We are at war with a race of non-humans. The NorCom frontier has fallen. We gave them hell but there’s too damned many of them. Not too many of our ships got away from Zebra Station. They knocked out the surface guns on Avalon and landed ground forces. Now the only thing keeping them off Pax is the orbital garrison. We need your assistance. Any heavy ships you have in serviceable condition absolutely must be sent to our aid. ” Lefleur assembled his advisory council to hear the NorCom ambassador. The department heads touring other systems were replaced by their assistants. “We barely have enough to defend our systems against piracy,” Lefleur said and folded his hands on the polished top of the meeting room table. The display in the center had four screens, one for each direction people were seated around it. “It would be irresponsible for us to divide assets there are already not enough of.” The image of the NorCom ambassador shifted as it refreshed. His face said that he was set to wait. Communication lag time was a tense 20 minutes each way with signal boosting. Kilgore leaned in as Lefleur tilted toward him. “Sir, I think it would be wise to not mention the progress we’ve made on the twelve provinces.” “Exactly what I was thinking,” Lefleur said and signaled the waiting associates to bring in soy-caff. “But now I wonder what other reason the NorCom could be here except the truth.” “But what is the truth?” Kilgore said. “What indeed? It is not immediately obvious, that’s why we move cautiously.” “Yes, sir.” Kilgore said and watched the closest display. The NorCom ambassador’s face changed as their transmission arrived and he listened to Lefleur’s reply. Harmon Vik reacted badly. “Now you listen to me! We cannot stop them. The Pax garrison has a chance to hold out for a while if they have some damned support! We know you’ve been refitting EuroCon ships! There’s one right beside of us!” Vik raged. “Give us these ships. Anything you can spare. Loan them to us. Sell them.” “Anything not needed for local defense would already be on the market,” Lefleur said. “And since we’ve dispensed with diplomacy, please tell me why I should jeopardize the safety of my employees by sending them into harm’s way? Such valuable assets are not easily committed.” “What?” Vik went purple. “Your employees are already in harm’s way. They just don’t know it yet. That’s because those bastards have to finish with us first.” They should’ve sent someone with less temper, Kilgore thought as Lefleur deactivated the connection. “Sir, they might be attempting a ruse. If they know we have warships, this may be their excuse to draw them out. We remember the incident at Delta Pavonis too well. We would be fools to trust them when they strike us so willingly.” “I agree, sir. The NorCom has demonstrated its bad faith before: at Delta Pavonis and in the ban of our products from their allied worlds.” “I think they recognize our past poor relations. They would not be here unless it were absolutely necessary. Perhaps now is the time to take a step toward improving those ties.” They drank soy-caff and waited for the NorCom’s reply. When it came, the man had gone frosty with rage. His voice was even and measure. “You weren’t listening you sons-of-bitches. Once they’re done with us, they’re coming for you.” “And what does the NorCom intend to do?” Lefleur said. He drew a breath to add more but was content to wait 40 minutes for the answer. “Second Fleet is on the way in from Earth. They’re the scheduled rotation and they’ve got the newest equipment. They’ll emerge from transit in sixty one Virginis. That system must not fall before Second Fleet arrives. The garrison is holding but not indefinitely. We need food, medicine, and for God’s sake, some reloads. Once my ship is fueled I am departing for the Virginis jump point. I need an answer by then. Will you help us?” *** Lefleur adjourned the meeting and retired to his office to consider the costs and benefits of his options. Kilgore knocked on the door and stepped through without waiting for acknowledgement. Lefleur stood overlooking the settlement with a water glass in his hand in his office. “Something you’d like to discuss, mister Kilgore? Kilgore stopped in front of Lefleur’s desk. “Chairman, sir, if you value my opinion I find that the NorCom ambassador’s argument could have merit. The NorCom Ninth floated twenty warships heavier than our twelve provinces. What if these invaders are choosing to eliminate the greatest threat before moving on us? The twelve provinces would not stop them from doing it once the NorCom was destroyed.” Lefleur sat down at his desk and dropped his into his hands. He massaged his forehead with his fingers. “Then if the NorCom Ninth was so easily defeated what difference would twelve ships make?” “They were not easily defeated. The invaders paid a heavy price for Zebra Station. Their forces in sixty-one Virginis are only enough to prevent a breakout by the NorCom ships that survived. We’ve gleaned that much from the intelligence they’ve shared.” “We cannot commit our forces so piecemeal. We must build up enough strength to deliver a decisive attack when the time is correct.” “There is no other time, sir, once the invaders finish sterilizing Avalon, the bulk of their forces will move on to Pax Oceanus. Is that when the time will be correct, sir? Or how about when they sterilize Pax and move on to New Saxony or here?” “Mind your tone, boy,” Lefleur said. “The time will be correct when I’m absolutely certain that the assets I’m committing are going to deliver the maximum benefit. I don’t know if that time is now. I don’t know enough about the situation yet.” “Sir, if the NorCom frontier has been attacked and we haven’t then the situation is perfectly clear. We have assets that we can use to make a difference. We’ll need NorCom goodwill for any chance of repelling a move into our own space.” “Which they’ve not made.” Lefleur said. “Yet,” Kilgore said. “And there is the human side to consider. There are seven hundred thousand refugees from Avalon packed into the cargo ships from the last NorCom supply shipment. They made it as far as Pax but the settlement can’t support all of them. Disease and starvation have set in. New Saxony could support them, or we could here, but we have to act.” “How can you be so sure?” Lefleur said and spun to watch Procyon A set. “I’m only sure that if we fail to act soon, all will be lost. And there is not just the twelve provinces. We have Five Kriegsmarine.” “What?” “Forgive me, chairman, once we received word of their return, I ordered the renegade ships to the top of the refit list.” “They’re finished?” Lefleur said and turned away from the binaries touching on the horizon together. He maneuvered the chair back to his desk. “Why didn’t you consult me first?” “Pardon, sir, but I felt it was too trivial for your direct attention,” Kigore said. “Worn parts were replaced but overall the ships were in remarkable condition. The last word from New Saxony is that the Five Kriegsmarine remnants have been resupplied, rearmed, and renamed, though final upgrading may take some time.” “Do you have a list of them?” Lefleur said and reached for the micro-disk on the desktop that held his conversation with the NorCom ambassador. The four hour recording had been edited down to twelve minutes of dialogue. “I can forward it to you, sir.” Kilgore said. “Send them.” Lefleur said and gave him a look that said, “Are you still here?” “Yes, sir. They’ll need crews.” The lad is always thinking. Lefleur thought and said, “Draw them from wherever you need to. Coordinate it personally. Try not to get taken hostage this time.” Kilgore laughed. The chairman had wit. *** 61 Virginis “What’s the Great Menace doing today?” Hurricane asked as the bridge hatch closed behind him. USS Ranger orbited the water world Pax Oceanus in high orbit, protected from what the locals called “the zapper swarm,” by the weapons of the garrison built into the planet’s 5th moon, a captured asteroid 80 Km. wide. “Just watching us, like they’ve been doing since we got here,” Quickdraw called from the sensor station where he noisily worked a large wad of gum between his jaws. It was VF-221’s turn on the duty roster. “They caught some cargo ship coming in from Eridani a few hours ago and smoked his ass right quick.” “Was he close enough for SAR to get out to him?” Quickdraw shook his head. “Ten minutes after we got his jump flare, we got his reactor core losing containment. Whatever these zappers are, they sure know how to exploit a weakness.” “Those merchies are just gonna keep coming in blind and dumb until the word gets out,” Hurricane said and adjusted his drift toward the commo-station. “Poor bastards.” “They should’ve turned around once they came out of transit and went straight back the way they came,” Quickdraw said. “Hell, that’s what we should’ve done. That’s what Groove would’ve done.” “We’ll never know,” Hurricane said and grabbed the seatback of the nearest comm. station as he floated by with the hand not swathed in a derma-cast. Captain Groove was gone, vaporized in the same type of plasma stream that had done in Pancho, Cooper, and two other Gunslingers. “He was probably just unlucky. Look at us, we should be dead already.” “You should be dead already,” Quickdraw corrected as Hurricane maneuvered himself into the commo chair one-handed. “They never got close to me- and that wasn’t luck, just simple, God-given skill.” When Hurricane strapped himself in and donned a headset, he was surprised to hear someone transmitting bagpipe music into space. The source was something at the system fringe, too far away for the sensor feed routed from Pax Garrison to detect, but it was getting fractionally louder as the transmitter got closer. “Yo, Hurricane, the cluster they got watching us is starting to disperse. What the hell do you think that means?” Quickdraw had his feet up on the sensor console. Duty rosters were filled on a squadron-by-squadron basis. “Negit clue, Boss. Maybe they don’t like what they’re hearing. Bagpipes were invented to scare horses. I think that’s why they were outlawed for a while.” “Smleck, if they think that’s bad, we should play them some Hank Williams,” Quickdraw chuckled. “I had this instructor in officer basic who would play it over the inter-link on endurance missions. It was so awful I almost washed out.” The pipes droned on, a tune that the Ranger’s computer had analyzed and identified as “Cock o’ the North.” Hurricane smiled despite Nitrogen burned hand and fingers. The message in the harsh but compelling droning was a willing and eager fight. Ranger was receiving spares from PAXMIL. He’d have an F/A-300 waiting for him when he healed. That was enough to take heart in. “Wash out? And miss all this excitement?” “How on Earth could I miss all this excitement?” Quickdraw agreed and stretched out his arms as he yawned. “What would you be doing on Mars about now?” Hurricane mentally calculated the calendar date in Goddard. “There are only two things to be doing on Mars right now. The Viking Carnival and wishing you were at the Viking Carnival. Man, I wish I were there right now.” “Is it an implosion?” Quickdraw asked. Hurricane turned down the volume on the aberrant transmission. “I mean, what’s so danged good about it?” “I don’t know,” Hurricane said and laughed at something Quickdraw couldn’t understand. “But while I was on planet, I went every year.” “Believe me, I know how that is, brother,” Quickdraw said. “I’ve gotten so drunk sometimes that I swear I’ll never do it again, but I keep on doing it.” “It’s something like that. There is one girl I would love to take to that carnival. It goes without saying that you can only handle it with the right company. There’s a lot of crazy stuff that happens.” “A night she’ll never forget?” Quickdraw’s brow furrowed with puzzlement when Hurricane laughed again. “What?” “If you’re going back to Sol system when your commission expires you should definitely check it out,” Hurricane said. “As for me, I can only hope that the lovely planet Pax Oceanus floating so serenely below us will offer something close.” “So you’ve already made plans not to go back?” “I’ve got everything I need right here,” Hurricane said and pointed a finger toward his head. He thought of Jena. “If not Pax, then I’ve heard some great things about Avalon. I like what they’ve been doing there. Their aerospace design bureau is top-flight. They put out the best merchandise on the frontier. I think I could find a place there.” “Once it’s our again, you mean.” “Yeah.” *** Procyon “I apologize for my initial brusqueness. Our situation is very tenuous and it affected my manners. Please forgive me.” Harmon Vik said as Kilgore filled his glass with green Centauri Brandy. “As will all things, context must be well considered before important decisions such as this are finalized, think nothing of it,” Lefleur said and waved away Kilgore as he moved to fill another glass. “This is my security chief, Raphael, and my advisor, Newton Kilgore. Everything you say to me can be said to them.” Harmon Vik seemed exhausted by his ordeal. “All we can hope for is that Second Fleet will arrive safely. When my ship left the Virginis system, scouts were being sent out to look for them, to warn them in hopes that a repeat of the Zebra Station debacle can be avoided. If the zappers get them before they reach the safety of Pax garrison then the NorCom frontier is lost.” Lefleur sat with Kilgore, Raphael, and Harmon Vik in an impromptu war-council that Lefleur agreed to after careful consideration of what he did and did not know. Harmon Vik was even uglier in person, with bald head covered with warty growths and a foul disposition. “How often are fleets deployed from Earth?” Raphael said. “Before the collapse of the EuroCon intelligence such information was known, but our sources now are less efficient.” “Replacements are sent out every two years,” Vik said. His instructions were to be as forthwith as necessary. “When Ninth Fleet becomes overdue in Sol system it will trigger the NorCom contingency plan for such an event code-named Burning Crucible. A fleet will be assembled an immediately sent to Avalon.” “Why not Virginis?” Kilgore said and replaced the Centauri Brandy in Lefleur’s supply locker. “It’s closer to Sol and could be reached first.” “There isn’t sufficient landmass on the surface of Pax Oceanus for an assault force of any capable size to be dropped,” Vik said. “The ground defenses we’ve built are underwater and very well protected. Virginis is designed to be a last holdfast. No, the Avalon system is where the counter attack will take place.” “I’ve spoken with my advisors and we’ve reached a consensus,” Lefleur said. “We will supply what you ask. Given the circumstances we cannot refuse. Tell us, who will be in command of our forces and how will they be used?” “The commander of Ninth Fleet was killed at Zebra Station. Our commander on Avalon is still there directing the resistance. Pax Mil will be in charge overall. Your forces will be integrated into the Burning Crucible plan. It was designed by Anthony Kinkaid. You’re familiar with him, I’m sure.” Lefleur growled with remembrance. “Yes, despite our feelings about him among our residents here on Octavia, we do acknowledge that he was possessed of a great military mind.” “The timetable for the counterattack is already underway. Burning Crucible will begin in eighteen months contingent on the arrival of Second Fleet. Once they’ve been refueled and provisioned, we launch for Avalon with everything we’ve got, including whatever you can give us.” “And you expect this plan to succeed?” Raphael said. “We expect that many lives will be lost regardless of the outcome, perhaps even some of those you part with so unwillingly. It is bad luck to speculate on success before the end is decided.” “Point well taken.” There was a moment of uncertain silence as each man sipped his intoxicant and considered the future. Harmon Vik lowered his glass in afterthought and said, “There is another issue to discuss. The orbits of Pax Oceanus are cluttered with ships filled with refugees who escaped Avalon before its fall. We can provide enough air and water to keep them for a time, but our food supplies are critical. We must find them a haven.” “Sending them to Earth is out of the question?” Lefleur queried him. Burning Crucible Vik shook his head. “The transports have only a marginal number of sleep pods, there are far too many people who would remain awake for the duration of the trip. I have also come to ask that we be allowed to send them to New Saxony.” “Fifty-one Pegasi? Yes, there they would find breathing space. A courier will be dispatched before the day is out instructing our director there to make ready for their arrival. Is there anything else?” “Yes, a most delicate request. The Serenity product that you produce has crippled our defense capabilities. We have empty warships floating above Pax because their crews are too afraid to man them. If you cannot give us the cure of Serenity, then at least provide us with enough product to get our crews into their ships, at least that.” Lefleur took a heavy swallow and set his glass on the table between them. “I’m sorry, but Serenity is produced in the Lalande system. In the time it would take for such an order to be placed and filled, as you say, it would be too late.” “There is one issue I must, on behalf of my company, address now,” Kilgore said and looked toward Lefleur for a nod of approval. “How much will you pay for our assistance?” “Fair value for your ships and for the basic upkeep of our refugees,” Vik said I have not been given the authority to negotiate the exact terms. Perhaps they can be attended to when we are not so pressed?” All parties around the tabled looked toward Lefleur, who nodded. “Of course.” *** 61 Virginis “Hurricane, I finally got an ID on the transmitter station for your favorite music here,” Quickdraw called from the sensor pit. “RN Broadsword, some destroyer. They’re really putting out the decibels.” “Her captain must be nuts. If he wants to draw a zapper attack that’s the perfect way to do it. I’ll give him credit for having a serious pair of dangles though. He might distract them long enough for some merchie to slip through.” “Easy call. Broadsword’s got a swarm-cluster creeping up on him. He’s still a ways out there, too, way too far for the garrison defenses to reach. If he makes it in, command is gonna have his ass.” “Who do we have on alert?” Hurricane said and looked for the information on his radio watch list. “Maybe they can get some help out before the cluster gets him,” He traced a finger down listings until he found two call-signs that were bracketed in green. “PAXMIL 12 and ADF Centurion, both secondhand Fast-class cruisers. “Is there any action from them yet?” “Nothing,” Quickdraw said and resettled himself in his seat. “Got something weird going on with our buddy, RN Broadsword. I think he’s got backup already.” “Anybody we know?” Hurricane looked toward the sensor stations when he heard Quickdraw draw his breath in suddenly. “USS Republic, USS White Plains, USS Rickover,” Quickdraw said excitedly and sat up in his chair. “USS Kearsage, USS Jacunda, USS Vincennes. Second Fleet!” Hurricane had his harness unsnapped and was coasting toward the sensor stations in and instant. “Broadsword must’ve found them!” “USS Aurora, USS Electra, RN Olympia, RN Victoria, yeah!” Quickdraw threw his fists into the air and let his head drop back. “Woo! No wonder the zappers didn’t want to tangle them up.” “Is there any sign of Constellation?” Hurricane stopped himself with his uninjured hand to Quickdraw’s seat. “What about Connie?” “Nothing yet,” Quickdraw said. “Task force sierra must be coming in last. Don’t worry, bro, I know they’ll be here.” Over the course of their shift they watched a stream of 80 ships arrive. Half were troop transports and cargo ships. Constellation and the rest of Task Force Sierra were absent from the group. *** “Excuse me a second,” Hurricane said and took his drink, scurrying to catch up with a group that passed them from RN Victoria. He grabbed the nearest one by the arm and spun him around. “What the fek’s your problem, eh?” The man, a bosun, said angrily and jerked his arm out of Hurricane’s grip. “Are you looking for trouble?” “No, sorry,” Hurricane said and smiled sheepishly. “I was looking for some information. I have a friend on Constellation and I didn’t see her come in. You guys don’t know what happened to her, do you?” “Can’t help you, mate, haven’t seen Connie since we came out of transit. She and the rest of Task Force Sierra were moved out of formation. Can’t tell you where they went, mate, but they were heading for the Avalon jump point.” “You saw them?” “Negit, but I got mates who did. No secrets on a ship, right?” “Right.” “What the hell is this?” Hurricane turned as he heard an angry voice behind him. Quickdraw and Wild Bill were moving up behind him. “We leave you alone for two seconds and you start gab-gubbing with distinctly non-Wolfhound drivers.” “How about I drive my fist down your throat?” The bosun from RN Victoria said and stepped up next to Hurricane. “You got about five seconds to decide, mate.” Quickdraw had the good grace to look perplexed. He shot a Wild Bill a glance and pounded his drink, then crumpled the cup and threw it to the beach, provoking outraged shouts from passing residents. “I’ve decided that I’m not drunk enough to beat all three of your asses.” “I’ll make you three a deal,” Hurricane said and pressed a hand to the bosun’s chest. “All six of us find the nearest public house. The first one under the table pays the bar bill. What do you say?” The Royal Navy men nodded their agreement. Their bosun pushed a finger into Hurricane’s chest as the group moved off to find someplace to imbibe intoxicants. “I hope you remembered you cred, mate.” Struck by a sudden thought, Hurricane stopped and picked up the cup that Quickdraw had so flippantly tossed to the ground. It arched toward the nearest recycling bin. He smiled as it dropped in. Burning Desire The day was hot and humid, the sort of day that one can only find in the valley's of West Virginia and Southeastern Ohio. It had rained that morning but now the sticky heat filled the air again. She was outside in her front yard, her blue sun dress was cooler than shorts would have been and her toenails polished bright red were the only adornment on her bare feet. She picked the dead tops off her garden of pinks. She was so proud of that patch of her garden as she had invested much time in growing that particular patch of flowers. She had just finished pulling away the last of the flower tops when her cell phone rang. She expected it to be her son as she answered. It wasn't. Her heart raced as she heard her lover's voice on the other end of the line. "Hey Darlin'," he spoke into the phone, "I need you, can you get away?" "Yes, I'll be there in an hour and I need you as well you know." She quickly showered taking care to wash the sweat away from her breasts and cleaning her pussy and ass well. She climbed out of the shower and ran her fingers through her hair. She slipped into a silky dress and slid her feet into a pair of low heeled mules. She didn't bother putting underwear on but slipped a pair of pink panties into her purse. Reality check there...she knew she would have to come home at some point. She drove to the rented motel room and he was waiting there for her. The door closed behind them and he buried his face in her neck breathing in her scent. "I couldn't wait any longer," he told her, " I had to touch you, hear your voice. I had to see you again, to make sure you were real and not a dream. Doesn't seem to matter how many times we are together, I'm sure I'll wake up one morning and find that you were only in my imagination." "I understand." she replied, " I feel that too." His lips sought hers and as they tasted each other passion started to burn deep inside them both. Their tongues met and danced with each other, exploring what they already knew and searching for other places they hadn't yet found to pleasure the other. He pulled her body closer to his and felt her hardened nipples under her dress. "You're not wearing a bra" he said as his hand slid down the front of her dress. She moved her hips to grind against him and smiled as she said, "Sugar, that isn't all I'm not wearing." She felt his cock jump against her thigh as it hardened. Her hand went to the bulge in his pants and she began to touch him through his clothing. She was never shy about touching him and he knew that was one of the reasons she excited him. He never had to guess if she wanted him, she made it very clear. He removed his clothing. And then slowly lifted her dress over her head and pulled off her shoes. He pushed her backward on the bed as he kissed her lips over and over again. His mouth moved to her neck and shoulders and he felt he moan beneath him. He sucked at her skin and moved his lips to one of her nipples, his tongue darted over it. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and her hands move through his hair, pulling his body closer to hers. He could feel his cock laying on top of her wet pussy. The heat rose from her body as she wiggled her ass to try to get him inside of her. "Oh baby," he laughed, "we aren't even close to doing that yet. I'm going to make sure you know how long I've thought about this and how very much I want you." His lips trailed from her breasts to her pussy. He placed a pillow under her ass and parted her legs. Her clit was swollen and pink. He could almost feel it throbbing with desire. Her outer lips were covered in tiny red curls of hair, and as he used his fingers to open her to him he felt her wetness in his hand. He licked her slit from the from front to her ass, savoring the taste of her. Her moans told him that she enjoyed the sensation as much as he enjoyed giving it to here. His lips closed over her clit and he sucked it into his mouth. He felt her body stiffen and knew that her first climax was close. He slid one finger inside of her and felt her cum, he licked her juices and suckled from her body. He heard her call out his name at the peak of her climax and smiled. It was just the beginning. He felt her body relax and then turned her over on her belly. Then thinking about what he wanted to do he moved her to the side of the bed and placed a pillow under her tummy as her legs dangled off the bed. He sat on his knees below her on the floor. Her ass raised in the air, he began to touch her hips. He felt her relax into his touches as he parted her ass revealing the tiny puckered pink hole there. His tongue licked at her and she moaned as if he had sat her on fire. He moved his tongue further inside of her and began to use it as if he were eating her pussy. She cried out again and opened herself to him as far as she could. He used his fingers to feel his way inside her pussy. His thumb pressed against her clit and he put two of his fingers inside her. Her pussy tightened on his fingers and he decided against trying to put a third finger into her. His tongue licked at her ass, his thumb circled her clit and his fingers plunged in and out of her. He watched as climax after climax claimed her body, until finally she collapsed onto the bed. "Oh my God" she breathed as she rolled over on her back. Her breathing was hard, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. He stood up, not giving her a chance to think, he put her feet on his shoulders and plunged his cock into her wet pussy. She was so hot and tight around him that he lost control as he began to move inside of her. It wasn't long after he entered her that his body stiffened and he released himself into her. His hot cum filled her and mixed with her own. He stayed inside of her as long as he could. then laid on the bed beside of her and pulled her close to him. Melting together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they rested. She awakened to hear his steady breathing beside of her. She touched his face as he slept, tracing the outline of his lips with her fingertips. He relaxed deeper into her touch but didn't waken. A smile came across her face as she thought about the times he had told her how he wanted to wake her in the mornings, and she thought that would be a delightful way for him to start his day. She settled herself between his legs and took his limp sleeping cock into her mouth. Even in his sleep he opened his legs to give her access to himself. She began to lick and suck on his cock, her fingertips playing with his balls until she heard him moan and knew that he was awake. "God, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven" he said as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You wait just a little while longer, Sugar, I'm going to take you there" she replied with a grin. By now his cock was fully erect and filled her mouth. He began to move his hips in time with her and she stopped. "I don't think so, darlin, not yet...I have plans for you now," she told him. "For the first part of your morning entertainment, I believe that I will have you watch. But no touching, not yourself and not me." She helped him prop himself into a sitting position with the bed pillows and laid herself in full view of him. Her hair was still tangled from sleep and sex, her blue eyes clouded with both passion and desire. Her pink nipples stood out, enticing him to take one in his mouth. She parted her legs and he could see she was already wet, and her clit was swollen and in need of attention. He watched as she began to touch herself. Her fingertips rolling each nipple, her hands cupping her breasts and making a path over her stomach to her red haired mound. His excitement rose as he watched her part the lips of her pussy and put her fingers inside herself. She was able to put three of her own fingers inside of her pussy and then she began moving them in and out. Her hips were grinding in time to her movements and he could tell she was lost in her passions. "Let me see you cum baby" he whispered low, "cum for me." Her body tightened and shook as she released herself. She lay silent for a minute and then removed her fingers from her pussy and placed them in his mouth. He sucked her love juices from her fingers and licked each fingertip. She asked him to turn on his stomach and began to use her tongue to probe his asshole, he squirmed under her touch and he could feel the precum flowing out the tip of his cock. Her hand was underneath of him, playing with his cock and balls as her tongue flicked in and out of his ass. She didn't stop. She went on licking and sucking his ass, and touching his cock and balls until he he thought he would explode. He moaned and moved underneath of her and that seemed to excite her more as she worked at him faster and with more pressure Finally she let him turn onto his back and took his hard cock into her mouth. Her tongue teased him into a frenzy as she sucked him first hard and fast and then slowed down or stopped to keep him from reaching orgasm. His hands were on her head, shoulders, and neck, petting and stroking every place he could reach. He was moaning in pleasure, aware of nothing but the way she was touching him. He wanted to cum, for release, and yet he didn't want the feeling that she was giving him to ever stop He felt her take his cock into her mouth, covering the whole shaft with her mouth her lips circling the base of it. Her hands were on his hips drawing him into her as much as she could. Then he felt the pressure of her fingertip on his asshole and he gasped as he realized what she was about to do. As her finger filled his ass and began move in and out of him, his cock and balls tightened and gave her the flood of his cum that she craved. She drank from him, milking every drop from his cock, pure pleasure flowed through his body as he shot one more load into her mouth. She laid her head on his lap and he reached down to talk her hand softly holding it in his own. She sighed knowing that she had brought him pleasure as they lay together like that for several minutes. She wiggled upward on the bed and he enclosed her in his arms. His hands began to run over her body, Lightly touching her in places that he knew made her skin tingle. He rolled her nipples in his fingertips, all the time watching her face as she lost herself in him. Her body arched and writhed under his touch until he knew she could go no longer with cumming He heard her gasp "please" as his hand went between her legs. She jumped at his touch and this time he didn't make her wait. He quickly found the spot inside of her that he knew would bring her to climax and he stroked her there until she cried out and reached her peak. Author's note: Desire, it burns within us all. There is no discrimination of gender or age. Sometimes we are lucky enough to find the one that will both fan and put out the flames. In some cases finding that someone takes awhile and being together isn't as often as we'd like. But as I have said many times before...I'm a patient woman. Burning Desire I lay bored in my bed, idly tapping my finger on my upper thigh. It was sticky hot outside; the type of hot that causes your clothes to cling to your skin, so I lay sprawled out under my fan, trying to keep cool. Even though I was wearing a velvet red string bikini, I was still flushed with tiny droplets of sweat crawling down between my breasts, and I was bored. The front door slamming got my attention, but I didn’t have enough energy to get up off the bed and see who had come home. It was probably my older brother Dean. If that was the case, maybe he could offer a little distraction. At the thought of Dean my nipples hardened slightly, and my green eyes began to gleam in anticipation. I heard stomping footsteps up the stairs, but then I heard his voice talking to someone. After a brief silence when the footsteps reached the landing, I heard a far deeper, huskier voice utter a response, and I lifted my head off the pillow in curiosity. As I sat up, not realizing my bikini top straps were down around my shoulders, Dean opened the door and let it slam against the wall as he devoured my appearance. He nodded his head slightly in approval, taking in my flushed skin, the material from my swim suit clinging to the sweat on my skin. My brunette hair fell over my shoulders and down my back, slightly damp around the forehead, and my eyes glistened with lust. He smiled slightly, and stood aside, letting his companion into the room. I stopped breathing for a moment and just stared at his friend. The man had a presence, a forcefulness that commanded me to look into his gray eyes, and I did. They narrowed slightly, and then dropped to roam over my breasts, half falling out of my top, before continuing down across my flat stomach and then the nicely outlined mound in my bottoms. As he was perusing my barely dressed body, I let my eyes wander from his slightly shaggy black hair across the strong sculptured face, then down his neck to his thick arms and strong chest, enclosed in a wife beater tank top that barely held his muscles in. Not to muscular, which is what I liked, on down past his waist and then I noticed he had a growing bulge in his groin and I jumped as though branded. I glanced back up quickly to see both of them grinning at me, and I knew I had been caught. Dean laughed nervously, and the stranger just smiled in a superior way. “Hey Summer, looking pretty hot today.” Dean said and grinned at me. I just glared back and pulled my straps up around my shoulders, rising off the bed to stalk into our adjoining bathroom. The two men followed me, and I could feel their gazes watching the way my tight ass moved, then on down the smooth expanse of my long tanned legs, so I threw an extra saunter in my step. I came to a stop in front of the sink, and began to brush my hair, seeing them come to the bathroom door out of the corner of my eye. The stranger was still gazing at me, his eyes a hot brand against my skin, and I felt myself begin to get wet. “Anyways Summer, I want you to meet my very good friend Todd. He is going to hang out with us today, since the AC at his place isn’t working right now.” Dean slapped Todd playfully on the chest and walked away, chuckling softly. Todd didn’t follow; he stood in my doorway, his hot gaze commanding me to turn around without having to say a word. So turn I did, to look into his steel colored eyes, and I became mesmerized. He motioned me forward with his head, and my nipples turned into twin points of burning need as I slowly lay my hairbrush down on the counter, never taking my eyes off of his. I stepped forward foot by foot, my cunt getting wetter with each inch until I stood almost face to face with him. His eyes, at first cold, got heated and they turned into a gray the color of storm clouds as he leaned forward. I tore my gaze from his eyes and focused on his lips, unable or unwilling to do anything to displease this man. He leaned forward and brushed his soft lips against my ear lobe, making me shudder in anticipation, and I stepped forward far enough that my rock hard nipples grazed roughly against his chest, making me moan softly. He shuddered at the contact as well, and whispered in that husky deep voice, “I am going to fuck you now, and you aren’t going to say no are you.” I knew this was a command, and a part of me wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I was powerless. All I could do when he leaned back was to shake my head meekly, and his eyes gleamed in triumph. He lifted a hand up to finger the flimsy strap holding my full tits in check, and then slid it gently off my shoulder, never taking his eyes from mine. I shuddered at his touch, my lips parting so I could run my tongue across them in sweet agony. He then took my hand and led me back into my room and over towards the bed. We walked step by step, the tension between us so thick I could barely breathe. I ached to have my nipples in his firm unsmiling mouth, and my cunt ached to have his hard brutal cock fucking into it. His eyes dipped from my eyes to my mouth, with my tongue running over the lips in constant nervousness and he then leaned forward to place his wet lips against mine in a passionate demanding kiss that left me breathless. He jerked me up against him, until only the tips of my toes were touching the floor, and I could feel his hard cock burning against my soft stomach as his arms swept around me, crushing me into his body. I groaned into his mouth as his teeth nipped at my lower lip, then he proceeded to suck and any reservations I might have had about our encounter vanished as his tongue wrapped around mine and suckled gently. I was making little whimpering noises into his mouth as he pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed, nudging my legs open so he could kneel in-between my spread thighs, never taking his lips off mine. As he continued to suckle my mouth, making me his obedient slave, he pulled my hips towards him forcefully and snuggled his clothing encased rock hard cock against the soaking lips of my pussy. I jerked in reaction and started to pull away, but he brought his hands up to my face and held my lips against his, making slight deep noises in my throat that commanded me to be still. He finished his kiss with a light nibble against my tongue, and then his warm and demanding lips were gone. I opened my eyes to see him staring down as he ground his cock slowly against my wet cunt, and I moaned again. His eyes slowly slipped back up to mine, swirling with lust, and then he let loose of my hips to slide the other strap off my shoulder. With a slight tug from his warm fingers the top fell down off my tits to gather at my waist, and my nipples sprung out. He nodded in approval, pausing to give me a tender kiss, before leaned down to scoop one into his mouth. My whole body spasmed as his mouth took possession of my nipples, one after the other, slowly lathing them with his tongue, biting roughly, and then circling his fingertip around them before leaning in to taste them once again. I clutched my hands into his tousled hair, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock against my pussy, grinding against my clit, and his hot mouth torturing my nipples. It was like an avalanche, I was powerless to stop his control of me, and he lay me back on the bed so gently, then balanced it out by leaning down to nip my flat stomach, drawing blood, and then licking it up lovingly. He stood, leaning across me biting me again on the shoulder hard enough to draw blood, before grabbing a hold of my hips roughly and jerking them into the air. Once he had my legs braced against his thighs, he pulled my bottoms off in a quick rough motion, his eyes savage and demanding. His gaze raked across my cunt, his mouth in a firm hard line. A spark of pleasure showed in his eyes as he traced a fingertip lightly across my bald mound. He stepped back and stripped his top off, then began unbuckling his jeans slowly and deliberately, never taking his eyes off my cunt. As his jeans dropped to the ground, I gasped softly when his cock sprang out, slapping firmly against his stomach, the huge round head literally drooling precum. It was thick and long, ending at the base with huge sperm filled balls, snuggled tight against his body, and my mouth began to salivate. At my gasp his gaze flew from my cunt to my eyes, slightly angry at disturbing his concentration, and I knew I had been bad. I had been bad to startle him, to displease him, and I groaned softly as he leaned towards me, his eyes hard and slightly cruel. When he was inches from my face I felt his hand come down hard on my bald pussy, making me scream in pain, trying to jump up. One strong arm held me down as the other came down over and over flat against my burning cunt, his eyes boring into mine as he dealt out my punishment, demanding that I look at him so I would know what I did wrong. I understood I was now his slave, and was powerless against the fact, so I settled back and began to enjoy the intense pain. Once he was satisfied that I had learned my lesson, he smiled slightly at my whimper of pleasure as the final slap sent a wave of ecstasy pouring like liquid fire through my veins. I writhed, and he leaned down to again take my lips in his, pressing me into the bed with his weight as his finger gently parted my labia to search out my clit, finding it and then stroking it into a fire. I groaned into his mouth, whispering his name over and over, screaming when he plunged two fingers deep into my cunt. His arms were bulging with restraint, and his cock lay against my thigh, moving with a life of its own, burning hot and leaking precum that trickled slowly down my skin to soak into my sheets. He bit my lip, drawing blood as I reached my first orgasm, devouring my screams as he drove his fingers into me without mercy, humping his cock against my leg. He grunted slightly, taking his fingers out and stood abruptly, leaving me to shiver on the bed with the aftereffects of the strongest orgasm I had ever hand. I was finally able to open my eyes to see him standing above me, twirling his finger against the tip of his cock, playing in the precum, with his eyes slittled, watching me with a fiery look of ownership. I smiled softly up at him, blowing him a kiss, and his eyes opened as he frowned down at me. I became unsure at the violence in his eyes, but before I could rise, he flipped me over like I weighed nothing, his hands steady on my hips. He reached forward and pushed my head down into the bed, grabbing a fistful of my long hair, and then snuggled his cock against the entrance to my cunt. I moaned lowly, and he chuckled. His low deep chuckle sent shivers straight down my spine and I arched my hips back against the head of his cock, so close to entering my aching pussy. He laughed outright and leaned forward again to murmur in my ear, “Are you my little whore now? Are you going to let me fuck you however I want, whenever I want? Do you like the feel of my cock against your cunt, so close to giving you pleasure, but not quite in? Does it drive you crazy Summer? Do you want me to fuck you?” With each sentence he whispered he pushed slightly harder against my cunt until his head was in, slick and coated with the juices from my cunt. I then did something I had never done before. I begged. I begged him to fuck me like his whore, I told him he could fuck me however and whenever he wanted, if he would just treat me like his little slave. With each breathy word, he gripped my hips tighter, until I could hardly stand the combination of pleasure and pain. His nails dug into me, and then he thrust his huge cock into me, impaling me like a tiny doll. I screamed in pain, never having been fucked this hard before, and he ground his hips against me, mashing his balls against my clit. He chuckled again, then groaned as I rolled my hips, corkscrewing back onto his dick. I smiled secretly, knowing I could work my hips as good as any prostitute, until he reached up with one hand and yanked my hair, pulling my face back and to the side. “I want to watch you squirm as I fuck you, you little whore. Summer is Todd’s little whore, and I will never let her forget it.” With that he withdrew his huge cock, making me gasp at the emptiness, and then began to hammer into me at a brutal pace. I groaned, and moaned and screamed as his cock pounded into me, making wet deep fucking noises that mixed with his grunts. His hand was a steady pressure against my hair, making my upturned face ache, and then I felt a crashing orgasm come across me. Every time he thrust in, his balls crushed against my clit, making it swollen and sensitive, until my body could withstand his demands no more. My pussy convulsed, and I jerked back against him, milking his cock, begging him to fill me up with his cum until I was dripping wet with it, until it was drooling down my legs to soak the sheets. I screamed as wave after wave came over me, but still his hammering did not stop. The feel of his dick touching my womb was incredible; I was crazy for the sensation of having his thick cock buried so deep inside me I could hardly breathe. His hand left my hair and grabbed the other side of my hips, and his fucking motion stopped. He held me deathly still, and we panted for a brief second while he was completely buried inside me before I heard him moan lowly and then I felt the hot sperm flashing out of his dick to fill my insides. Once his sperm began to flow, he started humping me the way a dog would hump its bitch, slow and deliberate, making sure the sperm got as far into my womb as it would go. I had another orgasm just feeling this slow deliberate fucking as he came, and once he was spent he leaned down to lay his head against my back. I let my weight fall into the bed and we lay like that with him on top, his cock still buried in my cunt as we gasped for breath. We lay like that for fifteen minutes before he finally started to stir. He slid his semi hard erection out of me, and turned me to face him, to see his cold gray eyes and his firm mouth. I stretched languidly, arching my back so my nipples grazed against his chest, and his mouth turned slightly upward in a superior smirk. “Ready for round two, my Summer? My little slave?” He said as he leaned forward to capture my mouth in his once again. Burning Desire I turn over, my legs tangling in the sheets which are now warm from my restless sleep. My eyes land on the pile of rope on the floor and I am instantly taken back to last night. My recollection is hazy, very hazy actually, but my stomach flips as I remember some merciless punishment is due to me today, cruelly my mind has not allowed me to forget that part. Last night Sir had me on his bed and hung from his pulley on the ceiling, choking me while he took me. My neck still stings now but I can't deny that it wasn't worth this lasting discomfort. In fact just the look in his eyes alone, as I watched him in the mirror behind me, makes it worth while. I do so love that look. He made it clear to me I was not allowed to cum, he even warned me as an orgasm began to brew inside me, yet I still failed him. I tried so hard to please him, I despise letting him down, yet I did so once again. I didn't need telling the outcome from my lack of willpower but Sir still made it quite clear last night that I would be punished for my disobedience. He's not here now, I'm not sure how long he has been awake but I'm grateful he let me continue to sleep, I really needed it. I can hear him moving around downstairs. I want to see him, I always miss him when I awake alone. I slowly stand from the bed, my muscles aching deeply from last night and I can't help but smile as I once again remember the look on Sir's face while he fucked me. A familiar throb beats between my legs but I resist the urge to pursue it. I pull the curtains open and push the window open. What a beautiful Sunday morning. I stand and take in the deep blue cloudless sky and inhale some of the fresh air blowing in. I look down to the road below, people are already wandering around, making the most of the pleasant day. I move from the window and notice a note on top on a towel folded neatly on the chair. I unfold the note with a little apprehension as to what it might say. "Good morning princess. I didn't wake you as you were sleeping so peacefully. Take a nice long bath then get dressed. It looks like it will be a beautiful day so we shall take a drive out somewhere for some lunch. I shall be waiting downstairs for you but there is no rush." I was smiling after the first few words, a mixture of relief and fondness fluttered in my stomach. I looked down to see he had even chosen my favourite thick fluffy white towel. Over the back of the chair was one of his favourite dresses, perfect for today's weather. I smiled as I realised that there were no knickers there for me to wear. The bath was hot, steamy and soothing. It eased every muscle in my body and gave me time to reflect on how happy I have felt recently. The way I have been able to submit to him so naturally and completely has filled a missing piece within me, while still allowing me to be the vanilla girl that all others see. He has given me the guidance needed to be able to please him like I crave. I know I do not always succeed in what he asks of me but I also know deep down that he likes it this way and that all of my failures happen because he has chosen they will happen. I know he understands how hard I work to please him and although I always feel frustrated when I do not succeed, I know it is because of the pleasure he derives from punishing me that he allows it to be this way, and if I am honest to myself I wouldn't want it to be any different. His punishments are sometimes cruel and painful but I always know that once I have endured them he holds me so close and all is forgotten. I finish fixing my hair and pull the dress over my head carefully, not wanting to mess the neat bundle of hair on top of my head. I check myself in the mirror and pull just a few strands of hair loose allowing them to fall around my face. I check the clock on the bedside table, I have taken over an hour and a half to get ready but Sir did tell me to take my time. I climb down the stairs, hearing the TV playing some Sunday morning programme in the living room. I push the door open gently, "Good morning Sir." I cannot help but smile as I see him. He smiles too, a smile full of warmth and affection, "Good morning princess." He pats the seat next to him and I sit close, on the edge of the sofa, my body turned towards him. He takes my chin in his hand and I instinctively lean in to kiss him. "Did you enjoy your bath? I did wonder if you would ever come down, but then I did tell you not to rush." "I did Sir, thank you. I needed the hot bath, I am still a little sore after yesterday." My hand instinctively moves to my neck and my fingers gently rub the feint marks from where my collar rubbed last night. "I thought that would be the case," he lifts his hand to mine, moving my fingers away from my neck then replacing the spot with his own. He strokes my skin so gently, looking at the marks with pride and his eyes glaze over a little while his thoughts drift back to last night. He stands up, taking my hand and pulling me into the hallway. He positions me in front of the large mirror, his body close behind mine. He places a cool hand on my forehead, tilting my head back an inch or two. "You look so pretty when you are marked, don't you think?" His touch is firm but not rough, the same could be said about his tone of voice. My legs feel a little unsteady as that dull deep ache between my thighs returns but I feel safe and supported with his body against mine. "Hmmmm? Do you not agree girl?" I have learnt in the past not to make him ask a third time so I answer quickly. "I love my body to carry the marks you put there Sir, I feel proud each time I get a glimpse of them." While I speak he tilts my head to the side and groans deeply into my neck. His lips gently kiss the subtle marks, "I love that only you and I know how they got there" his voice not much more than a whisper. He stands up straight again, looking at me in the mirror in front of him. He moves me forward so I am just a few inches away from the mirror. "You look very pretty. I love this dress on you." I smile gently at him, watching his eyes roam my face, thinking how perfect he is for being able to treat me so gently and lovingly when hours ago he was getting so much pleasure from my suffering. If I had to choose one of those two sides of his personality as my favourite I really don't think I could do it. "Look at yourself in the mirror." His words, now stern, catch me off guard. "Erm, pardon Sir?" confused by the sudden change in his manner. His hands grip either side of my face, pointing it straight ahead, "I told you to look at yourself in the mirror, don't look at me." I do as he says, a confused expression clear on my face and a sudden dampening below caused by his rougher touch and abrupt words. His fingers cover my mouth firmly and he pulls his fingers across my lips, smearing my carefully applied lipstick across my cheek. I resist the urge to look up at his reflection, but my quickening breaths give away my slight panic. He takes a step back from me and pulls the clips from my hair, throwing them on a cupboard behind him. His fingers move through my freshly washed hair and shake it free, leaving it looking nothing more than a tangled mess. He meets my eyes now, I can see he looks satisfied with himself, a smirk across his lips. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering for a moment why I let him do this. I feel him pressed close behind me again, his fingers run through my hair and I feel them close tightly around it, tugging my head to the side. My eyes are closed now but I can feel his warm breath against my ear, "I won't touch your eye make up as I have a feeling your tears later will have the desired effect." I don't need to ask, I realise now that we never were going to go out for the day. He wanted me to dress up for him so that he could do this to me, he took great pleasure from exercising his power by confusing me, he knew how effective mind games were with me and he often reminded me how I fell for these things every single time. I blinked heavily and a single tear ran down my cheek leaving a thick grey line of mascara in its trail. I quickly lifted my hand to wipe the tear away wanting it gone before he could comment but he caught my arm effortlessly before I could try and grasp just a little of my dignity. I noticed he was smirking again, "Awww, tears already?" his voice was clearly mocking me. I could feel his erection pressing sharply into my back, any tears I cried that had been brought on by him always seemed to have this affect on him. His hands rested on my shoulders and moved me a step backwards. They dropped down and rested on my hips for a long moment, squeezing me hard while he grinded his erection into my back. His hands moved up my sides then round to my front. He played with the top of the dress and slipped his fingers in around the neckline. I saw the look on his face before I heard the noise but I knew just a split second before it happened that he was going to rip my dress open. I'm not sure why but I closed my eyes tightly as I heard the sound of the tear. He paused for a moment, looking at his handiwork in the mirror, then I felt his body tense again as he made one more tear and the dress was left hanging open from my shoulders. I looked down at myself, I had loved this dress as much as he had, I felt tearful from his unexpected actions, I felt a mess. I didn't want to look in the mirror but right on cue he spoke, "Look at yourself slut." I wasn't often defiant but I shook my head and said nothing. I knew this whole thing was part of my planned punishment but I didn't want to take it, I wanted the day out that I had looked forward to less than half an hour ago. He pushed me forward and pressed me hard into the mirror, turning my head to the side so he could see my startled eyes. He spoke calmly, "You're not helping yourself, do you know that?" I didn't answer, I had nothing to say. He waited for a moment, giving me opportunity to answer but when I didn't he responded by giving me a push towards the living room door, "Wait for me in there, and get those rags off." I stood for a moment, feeling nervous and shaky. For a second I thought to myself how much I loved feeling so vulnerable and helpless towards this man, perhaps even more so when he was behaving like this. The thoughts disappeared as I heard him moving around in the kitchen and were replaced with curiosity. He came into the room from the door behind me, I did not dare turn to face him. I could sense he was standing watching me. I resisted the urge to drop to his feet and plead with him to forget the punishment, I felt like I had suffered enough but I didn't want to make matters worse than they already are, he never did need much of an excuse to take things to what I felt was an extreme and I didn't feel like taking that risk today. "Look in this bag slut." I paused for just a moment before turning and taking the bag from him. I peered inside, frowning a little. "It's ginger?" I looked up to him, a confused expression on my face. "What a clever girl." He patronisingly patted the top of my head, chuckling to himself. "And do you have any ideas what we could do with this?" I frowned a little, "You cook with ginger?" I spoke slowly no idea where this was going. He pointed behind me, "Get me the book." I moved to the bookcase, knowing exactly which book he wanted, I had been asked to get him this book before. It was a book of techniques for different punishments, all of the ones I had read or experienced were particularly nasty. I felt my stomach churn a little as I realised this afternoon was going to be a long one. I held the book out to him but he shook his head. "There is a page with the corner marked down, open it at that page and read it to me." I fumbled with the heavy book in my arms, finding the marked page then opening it slowly, unsure as to whether or not I wanted to see but knowing I had no choice. I read the word "Figging" to myself but was still none the wiser so I began to read out loud, my voice quiet and shaky, the words being read slower the further I progressed as the realisation set in. "Figging, anal play using ginger root. Figging most commonly refers to the act of inserting a piece of carved ginger root into the anus, causing an intense burning sensation and an increasing level of discomfort to the subject. Particularly effective during the delivery of a caning or alternative punishment as any tensing of the recipient's anus results in fresh ginger juices squeezed from the root." I feel a sense of dread and excitement fills my body as I scan some of the pictures on the page. I hold the book out to him silently, not knowing what to say. He puts the book away and comes slowly towards me, his head tilted to the side while he looks at me, amusement clear in his eyes. "Just so you know, this is going to hurt you, a lot actually, but it will do you no permanent damage, understand?" I nod a couple of times relieved by his words despite already knowing he would never want to harm me. He grabs the bag and walks to the kitchen, "Come," I follow quickly behind him eager to get this started but knowing that very soon I will be wishing it was all over. He opens a drawer and pulls out a knife. "I want you to watch me do this because next time we do this you will be preparing it yourself." He cuts a long length of the ginger from the hand and begins to remove the brown papery skin. "Turn the cold tap on." I do so and he moves the ginger underneath the gentle stream of water and begins to smooth the length and taper towards the end, leaving a plug on the end just like the ones I saw in the pictures. "I won't be using lube as that will prevent the juices from working so you will need to relax when I insert it." I feel myself blush a little as he talks so clinically. He holds the "plug" up to check he is happy with it then runs the knife through it a few times, not cutting it, just slicing the surface. "I'm doing this so that the juices from the inside will creep out when it has been inside you a while, because like the book said, your tensing muscles will help squeeze the juice out of it, and these slits will help with that." He has an evil smile on his face the entire time, I can tell he knows I am going to really struggle with this. I watch him place the plug down on the kitchen surface. He reaches for the remaining ginger and slices the side of one of the fingers. Again he removes the skin from the outside then instead of carving a plug he creates a flat oval disc, about half an inch thick, then once again slices a few slits throughout the length. "And this one will be placed against your pussy, you will like this one," he laughs to himself, "well you will eventually." He walks out of the kitchen with the ginger in his hands and heads towards the stairs. "Let's get these inside you before they dry out". I follow him up the stairs, the excitement disappears and is instantly replaced with a fresh wave of anxiety with each step I take. "Lay faced down for me with this pillow under your hips." I climb onto the bed, what little resistance I had now gone. I feel defeated and frightened, not knowing how much this is going to hurt. He fastens my wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed, looser than he normally does, and I quickly realise this is so I am able to struggle more than he normally allows me, he really is planning on enjoying my suffering. "Oh, and before we start, after about 5 minutes you will get a very intense desperation to cum, probably more intense that you have ever felt before, time will tell, but I don't think it would be right for me to allow you to, do you? After all, it is your naughty orgasm that has got us here in the first place." "So, are we ready?" I put my face into the bed covers, finding just the question humiliating. I moan a muffled "yes" and brace myself. "Ok, now remember to relax, breath deeply and putting this in will hurt much less. Either way it is going in so it's up to you if you want it to be easy or difficult." He roughly pulls my cheeks open, I hear a quiet groan from his lips as he sees my glistening slit and tight hole. He presses the tip of the plug to my hole, turning it as he tries to manoeuvre it inside. I try so hard to breathe slowly but the plug still meets resistance. He gently rubs my back trying to sooth me. After a minute or so his touch helps me relax and he pushes again. I cry out as I feel myself stretch to take the ginger root then I notice I have closed around the end where he carved the plug to prevent the whole thing slipping inside me. I try and concentrate on my breathing again and decide that this doesn't feel quite so bad after all. He rubs my back again, I groan contently, enjoying the warmth and his tender, considerate touch. "Well done princess, how does that feel?" "Mmmm it's nice and warm, I like it." I feel dreamy and relaxed, like the warmth is hugging me tight. "Ok, now lift your hips up for me, I'm going to place the second piece against you." I push my bottom up just a couple of inches and straight away I feel an increase in the heat as my cheeks squeeze the plug. "Now rest back down, you will feel it against your clit and I have slipped it in between your lips too. There is a length of rope underneath you, I'm going to fasten both pieces in place with it as I think it won't be long until you are wriggling a little. I am going to wash my hands now, I don't want the juices getting in either of our eyes. Don't go anywhere." I hear him laugh as he leaves the room but the main focus of my concentration is now on my ass. The previous warmth is already an intense burning which feels like it is spreading slowly over my body. Surely it shouldn't feel this bad? I am trying so hard not to move as even the slightest movement sends a fresh wave of heat over me. I hear him come back to the room, he places a small alarm clock on the bed above my head. "This will go off when your time is up. I don't think you noticed but I am filming you, I want to watch this back later while you suck me." I don't even register about the camera, I lift my head to see the clock. "Fifteen minutes?! Please Sir, I can't last that long, this is horrible, please." I begin to struggle against my bonds but unsurprisingly to no avail. "Now, now, don't complain, I can always change it to twenty minutes if you'd prefer?" I drop my head in frustration and groan in self-pity. The piece of ginger underneath me has joined the first in burning me like hell. "I have to get out of this" I think to myself and try moving my body up and down in the hope that I will be able to move the second piece free. I soon give up on this idea as the friction forces more of the burning juices onto my most tender of places and my movements seemed to have milked some more free in the one in my ass. Tears are running down my face now. Not just the odd tear, but lots. I know this isn't going to help me in the slightest, if anything it will only encourage him, but I can't help it. God it really hurts! He walks over to me, all I want to do is scream, I scowl at him as he sits on the bed next to me, "Do you think it's a good idea to look at me that way while you are in this position?" He studies my face for a moment, "Oh, look at these pretty tears, you really are spoiling me today aren't you? And it is still going to get worse yet, dear, dear me." I feel beads of sweat forming on my brow, my breathing has become fast and short. I hadn't notice him move but I realise he is now standing at the side of the bed with a riding crop in his hand. He tickles my back with it while he watches my predicament. "Sir please take it out, I can't take it." He ignores my pleas and instead brings down the riding crop on my ass cheek. I cry out loudly, my body shaking every so often with my sobs. I notice a slight change in the sensations washing over my body. "I need to cum Sir, fuck, I really need to cum, help me, please." Once again he ignores me and the crop strikes my ass over and over again. He doesn't let up and for a moment I forget the over-whelming urge to orgasm and all I am aware of is the plug in my ass. Just like the book described my jolts from the crop has squeezed the plug tightly and a red hot fire once again courses through my body. Burning Desire I pull wildly against my restraints. "No more, please." I cannot stay still, I need to get away but there is no where to go. "Ohhh god, it's happening again. Sir, you can help me. I need something inside me, please, put something in my cunt, I need it now." The voice doesn't sound like mine, it has more gravel to it than mine normally does. Why is it making me feel this way? I feel like if I could move I would grab whatever I could get my hands on and fuck myself with it, I have never felt the need for release as bad as this. I turn my head to the side to see him in the chair. I'm not sure how long he has been sat there but he has his erection in his hand and he's stroking the head so hard. I can't take my eyes from it, god I can almost feel it inside me, "Fuck me Sir, please let me feel you inside me," I beg pathetically. He has that look in his eyes again, I know he is barely hearing my words. He stands up quickly and moves towards me. I am not naive enough to think he is coming to give me what I am asking for, instead he grabs a handful of hair and rubs his cock as fast as his arm will allow him to. I look up to him, his teeth are gritted, I can see he is so close to release and I feel like I could cry with jealousy but at the same time I feel so horny that I am just as desperate to take his load on my face. "Cover my face Sir, finish off my messy, slutty face." I feel his grip in my hair tighten and he pulls me closer into him, giving me a moment or two to not focus on the fire, and within seconds he is thrusting into my face, grunting loudly as he does a fine job of painting my face. He stumbles back into the chair and takes a moment to catch his breath, and I somehow manage to stay quiet and allow him to do this in peace. We both jump as the alarm sounds. "Oh thank god, get them out of me Sir, please, you promised." He looks at me, smiling. I have no idea what I must look like, my face must look a picture, my hair a tangled mess, lipstick smeared, mascara stained cheeks, my eyes swollen from my crying, sweating and to finish it off streaks of his cum all down one side. My appearance is the last of my concerns though. I begin to cry again, my eyes pleading with him and this time he takes pity on me. "Let's get these out of you then, I think you have had enough." I whimper, as I feel the plug slide from my ass. A yelp escapes my lips as for just a moment another wave surges through me but within seconds I feel it subsiding. He rubs my back once again and if it weren't for my restraints I would want to climb straight onto his lap and curl up. "Mmmmm I don't know about this one, I kind of like to see you so desperate. Perhaps we should leave that a little longer?" "Oh no please Sir, please take it away," I pause for a moment, "well unless you are going to let me cum?" He laughs quietly, "I already made that part very clear, no cumming for you and I don't care how much you need to, it is not happening, and I am not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the day either, not for a single second." He reaches under me and slips the ginger out, during my struggles it had worked itself into my pussy a little, "Looks like you were so desperate to get fucked you even tried to take this inside you, you naughty girl." "You know, it would be so easy just to wriggle this rope against your clit, I think you would come in seconds, don't you?" "Yes Sir you are right, I promise it wouldn't take long. Will you? Please?" "Nope, not today, will you stop asking!" He swats my ass playfully and gently places a few light kisses on my back. He fiddles with my restraints for a moment. "Ok, you are free to move princess. Time for you to shower, and yes I will be sitting watching you, I know what a horny slut you are today, you can't be left alone for a moment." I make my way to the bathroom, my legs feel like they can barely support my weight. Once we are both inside I close the door behind him. "What's this Sir?" There is a dress, identical to the one he ripped this morning, hanging from the hook on the back of the door. "Well ever since I brought you that dress I have been dying to rip it off you, but then you look so pretty in it so..." "Oh Sir, thank you." I move forwards to kiss him but he puts his hand out to stop me, taking my hand in his he gently kisses the back. "You can thank me after your shower when we watch our latest video." Burning Desire Joanna was a dedicated career woman. All her life she lived by a set of values taught by her parents; work hard, be successful, and be an independent woman. It was no surprise to anyone that she graduated at the top of her law school. She worked diligently at whatever she did and she became successful in her adult life. At 38, she realized that she had sacrificed everything for her career. She was recently divorced with no children of her own. All of her free time was devoted to clients and preparing for courtroom battles. She had very little time for dating, let alone being able to meet single men. Summer arrived and it was her favorite time of year. The hot weather always made her feel at ease. Above all else, she loved mentoring law students with a summer internship in her office in downtown San Francisco. Molding future lawyers had always been a passion of hers because she loved helping people achieve their goals. But like most relationships, both sides have something to teach... Burning Desire Joanna briefly reviewed the resume in her office as the prospective intern sat nervously. She was a young law student with blond hair and blue eyes. She was 23 years old. She sat up straight and had perfect posture. The girl had a genuine curiosity & eagerness which Joanna found refreshing. "Everything looks good here," Joanna said. "You have a good amount of work experience for someone your age. You're ambitious, just like me. I like that." Kelly gave a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank you. I've always been ambition since I was very young. My mother used to joke that I worked harder than most of her coworkers." "I can see that. Looks like you've done everything from retail to nonprofit work. You've done a little bit of everything." "Yeah. I knew early on that I wanted to be a lawyer, and I heard that having a lot of work experience helps with getting into law school and then getting a job afterwards." Joanna nodded. "That's absolutely right. The field of law is very competitive, which brings me to my next question; why do you want to intern at a family law firm? This area of law isn't for everyone." "Well, I can certainly understand that family law deals with a lot of personal hardships that people have. But nevertheless, it's something which has to be done. If the next generation of lawyers won't step up and show interest in it, then who will? Plus your office is near the BART transit station, so I don't have to walk very far." They both smiled at the last line. "Those are some pretty compelling reasons Kelly," she replied jokingly. "I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I like where this is headed. You're intelligent, well spoken, and you're great at human interaction, which is a very important trait." "Does this mean I have the internship?" "We're not quite there yet. There are still a few more questions left on my list. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all!" *** RIGHT GIRL FOR THE JOB*** That night. Joanna stayed up late reviewing the final applicants the way she normally did. As usual, she checked the various social media websites for any additional information she could find. She quickly flipped through Facebook for the profiles of people who wanted to work for her. Sometimes she would be success in finding their pages, sometimes not. Before long she found Kelly's Facebook page. There was no privacy setting and Joanna was able to look at all of the pictures. She was impressed by the young woman. Each picture showed Kelly in a positive light. Kelly loved to smile and she loved to be happy. Kelly loved her parents and she wasn't afraid to show it to the world. Joanna continued to flip through the young woman's profile and she continued to be impressed. She loved Kelly's exuberance and lust for life. Deep down, a part of Joanna felt envious over the seemingly perfect life that Kelly had. She also couldn't help but notice how pretty Kelly looked. Unlike previous years, this decision was fairly easy. She picked up the phone to call her new intern. "Hello," Kelly answered. "Hi Kelly, it's Joanna. I interviewed you today for the internship position." "Of course I remember," she replied happily. "I'm so glad to hear from you so soon. What can I do for you this evening?" "Well, are you still interested in the summer internship position?" "I'm very interested. It would mean a lot to me to have my first legal internship with you." "Good, because after careful consideration of all of the applicants, I've decided to give you the spot. Congratulations Kelly." "Oh wow!" Kelly replied happily. "Thank you so much Joanna. I honestly wasn't expecting this because of how many students at my school are also applying to work for you. Some of them have a lot more experience than I do. So this is great news." Joanna felt touched by the girl's authenticity. "I'm glad you're so excited. Experience means a lot, but it's not everything. I chose you because of your personality and attitude. I've been a lawyer for a long time, and this line of work needs more women like you." "Women like me?" "Yes, women like you," she replied. "You've got a great attitude in life, and those are the kinds of people I like to see go to the top. Believe me, this line of work already has enough sleazy people." "That really means a lot to me," Kelly replied in a heartfelt tone. "Thank you. It's so encouraging hearing that from an accomplished woman like you. I promise I won't let you down." "You'll do fine. Speaking of which, I made this decision earlier than I expected, and the internship doesn't officially start until two weeks. Feel like starting early?" "You bet I am!" Kelly stated enthusiastically. "How does Monday sound?" "Monday sounds great. 9 am. I'll have everything prepared for you by then." "You're not going to regret this. See you then." "Definitely. Goodnight Kelly." Joanna ended the call, but her computer was still on Kelly's Facebook profile pictures. The girl was beautiful. She was exuberant and full of life. There was something precious about her that reached out and grabbed Joanna's attention. It was something unexplainable. *** LOVE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN *** Friday. The two women sat in Joanna's office after an exhausting morning in court. A heat wave had hit the city as predicted. "So what did you think of your first courtroom experience," Joanna asked as they drank soda together. "Was it everything you expected it to be?" "It was overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time, if that makes sense. It felt like a huge honor sitting next to you court. It felt so empowering, yet it was a humbling experience. I actually started to feel like I'm becoming a real lawyer. But at the same time, everything felt so clinical. It's definitely not as exciting as how it looks on tv." Joanna smiled, "You're right about that. I agree. It's a novelty at first, but it wears off and you get used to being in a court room." "Do you get used to dealing with family law?" she asked. "The divorce cases I mean, does it ever get easier to deal with?" "Honestly, it does. When you work in this field long enough, you start becoming immune to certain things. You become callous. But then again, you never really get used to seeing a crying wife or a tearful husband. Kids being involved is the worst." "That's the hardest part for me," Kelly replied. "I've always had a weakness for heartbroken kids." "That's because you're human. That's what I like most about you, and that's why I hired you. A lot of practicing lawyers are only motivated my money. They forget that people's lives are in the mix." "That's for sure. It's like they only see dollar signs whenever there's a divorce." Joanna nodded. "That's a sad reality in this business, and in life. There's a saying; 'marry someone with the same religion, sex drive, and income.' Those are the main reasons for divorce, particularly money problems and cheating partners. If people followed that motto, life would be a lot easier." "So what's your reason?" "What do you mean?" "You don't have a ring on your finger, which means you aren't married. You spend all your time working, which means you don't have a boyfriend. So obviously that makes you single. No offense, but you seem like you're old enough that you've been married before, which makes you're divorced. So what's your reason?" Joanna paused for a moment. "None of the above I guess. I've always been a workaholic. I'm a perfectionist, which means I'm never satisfied. And I did I mention that I work too much?" "Now that makes sense. And you didn't have tell me that you're a workaholic, you seem like you work harder than both of my parents combined. And my parents work pretty freaking hard." Joanna laughed, "I'll take that as a compliment." "As you should." "What about you?" Joanna asked. "Have you ever been in love with a man before?" "I've been in love before. But not with a man," she smiled. "You mean..." "I was in love with another woman," Kelly replied. Joanna partially froze and was unsure how to react. "Oh...That's interesting. There's obviously a lot of gay couples in this city, and I have some gay friends, so you don't have to worry about me judging you." "I'm not gay," Kelly stated. "At least I don't think I am. It was just something that happened. None of my friends know about it. My parents definitely don't know about it either." "Your parents sound as conservative as mine." "Probably. They'd be livid if they ever found out that the 'boyfriend' I was telling them about was actually a girlfriend. You're the only person I've told. I don't know. I feel comfortable talking to you." "Thanks, I'm glad you've told me this," Joanna smiled. "I'm sure it wasn't easy to experience something like this and not have anyone to confide in." "Yeah, but at least I got to confide in her. In the end, that's all that really matters right? If two people love each other, then who cares what anyone else thinks." "Now you've made me curious about this whole thing. Mind telling me how it happened?" "No worries," Kelly smiled. "We're just having a conversation here." "That sounds about right," she replied. "It happened during my final year of college. I was in a Literature class which focused on Women's Studies, and I was a group with other girls to do a presentation. One of the girls was Anne. Both of us desperately wanted an A to keep our gpa's high, so we both worked really really hard. We talked a lot outside of class and became friends pretty fast." "That's actually a common way for a romance to begin. It happens in the workplace all the time." "I can see why. We used to meet at the campus cafe to discuss our project, but the conversation always turned playful and we ended up talking about our personal lives instead. It felt like we were the only people in the world who understood each other. We eventually talked about our fantasies and it turned out we had another thing in common..." Kelly paused mid-sentence, waiting for her boss to figure it out. "Both of you were curious about being with other women," Joanna stated. "Was it what you expected?" She smiled, "Even better. Her touch was soft and tender. It didn't hurt that Anne was easily one of the most beautiful college student on our campus, or any campus. All the other boys used to drool whenever she walked by. If they only knew..." Joanna laughed. "It's always the one you least expect. I'll admit, I've been interested in men who turned out to be gay. I was always stunned finding out." "I know what you mean. When I started going to college in San Francisco, it was weird seeing how people were so proud of being gay. But then again, I guess I almost fall into that category since I secretly dated another woman for a year." "That sounds like a real life experience you have. Dealing with these types of situation and growing from them is what makes a woman become a woman." "Exactly," Kelly said with a nod. "So...what about you? Have you ever thought about being with another lady before? Lots of studies say it's a common fantasy for women to have." "No I haven't," she replied, hoping that Kelly wouldn't notice that she just lied. "Oh, well I guess that puts you in the minority of women who haven't thought about being with other women," Kelly smiled. Joanna smiled back, "I guess so. But I don't find anything wrong with it, or anything you've told me. I think it's great that you found someone to love, and someone who loved you back. A lot of people go through life without experiencing anything so precious. Thank you for sharing your story with me." "I'm just glad I'm finally able to tell someone. I'm so used to sharing my thoughts & feelings with my friends and my mother, and my sister. Keeping this to myself was like torture. It was a real burden I carried around because I felt like I wasn't able to be myself. But I feel comfortable around you. Thank you." The two women looked into each others eyes before standing up for a hug. *** The rest of Joanna's day was spent thinking about her conversation with Kelly. It was an eye opening experience for her in many ways. Before she went to bed that night, she logged on to Facebook to view Kelly's profile once again. Her view of the young intern had evolved. She no longer thought of Kelly as a lovable law student who worked for her, but as a complex young woman who represented the complexities of human sexuality. Kelly was open minded, adventurous, and wanting to be happy. Kelly was beautiful. Joanna slid a hand down her pants while looking at the computer monitor. The screen showed a close up picture of Kelly smiling, and Joanna started to masturbate. Like most women, she's had lesbian fantasies in the past, but never like this. Joanna fantasized about kissing her young intern. She fantasized about kissing the intern's breasts. She fantasized about kissing the intern's vagina. When that was over, Kelly returned the favor in the same fantasy. That's when Joanna reached an orgasm. *** HOT WEATHER / COLD ICE *** Monday early afternoon. The whether became hotter as expected. Everyone at the legal firm wore a dressed down version of their normal attire. Joanna and Kelly both wore something similar to each other; office skirts with buttoned tops. "What do you normally do on hot days?" Joanna asked from behind her desk. Kelly thought for a moment. "If I'm not working or going to school, I'd probably head to the beach with my friends. Maybe I'd do a little shopping. How about you?" "Nothing in particular. I grew up in Nevada where it's always hot. So living here in San Francisco is a breeze in comparison. Hot days like this remind me of when I was young. It's a nice feeling and I always try to enjoy it." "That's great to hear," she replied. "I spent last summer with Anne and it was pretty warm back then. We went around looking for the best refreshments we could find. We looked on Yelp and everything, and we literally traveled around the bay area just for fruit drinks & ice cream. The whole thing was kind of like a small adventure." Joanna nodded in amusement. "That sounds romantic. I'll tell you what, on a day like today, it would be a crime to keep you trapped in my office. Why don't you go and relax? Enjoy the sun. Maybe you can get yourself something nice to drink on the way home." "Really? Awesome. Are you taking the rest of the day off too?" "I don't think so. There's a lot to do, but maybe I'll leave a little earlier. Today is such a beautiful day." "I'm not going to leave you in this stuffy office all alone," Kelly said with an eyebrow raised. "That would be cruel. So why don't we get some freshly squeezed juice together? My treat, even though I'm kind of broke at the moment. I spent all my money on office clothes, but I've got a little cash left." Joanna smiled and appreciated the kind gesture. "I wouldn't let you pay if you tried, I'm your boss. If you're looking for a cold drink, then how about my place? I recently bought some imported Italian soda and I don't have anyone to share it with. It's classy & delicious." "Your place huh? Knowing you, it must be spectacular. Joanna, I accept your offer." "Great. My place it is." *** After a short drive, Joanna took Kelly to her fancy downtown apartment. The first thing she did was head to the kitchen to get some refreshments while Kelly looked around in the living room. Kelly looked around in amazement. "Wow. Beautiful. This place is gorgeous. I feel like I'm in a five star hotel or something." "That's very nice of you to say. I have expensive taste as you can see, and I live alone so I can design this place however I want." "Awesome. I hope I get to be as successful as you one day." "Judging by your work ethic and intelligence, you'll definitely find successes as a lawyer." Joanna came back to the living room with two glasses filled with ice & Italian soda, and handed one to Kelly. "Just what I needed," Kelly said, taking a sip of the drink. "This is delicious. Thanks." "You're very welcome," she replied happily. "Have a seat. Relax." The two women sat down on the couch to continue their conversation. "So how does this compare to your normal summer drinks with Anne?" Joanna asked. "It stacks up well," Kelly said joyfully. "But honestly, that whole summer thing wasn't entirely about the drinks, that was only part of it. For me it was about having a small adventure with someone. You know, sharing an experience that you'll always remember." "I can tell you still miss her. She obviously meant a lot to you." "She did," Kelly replied in a somber tone. "I loved her. I mean I was head-over-heels in love with her. But life happens and it didn't work out unfortunately. I still like thinking about our experiences." Joanna paused for a moment. "I've never been in love before. I thought I loved my ex-husband, but I wasn't truly in love with him. You're the only person I've ever admitted that to. So I'm envious of you in a way." "So now we know each others secrets. Kind of exciting isn't it?" "It's only fair given how much you've already told me about you. I really like you a lot. You're fun to be around, and to be honest, I feel as though I'm learning so much about life from you." Kelly smiled, "I really like you too. I feel comfortable around you, I guess that's why I've been super talkative lately. I haven't felt this way about another person since...Anne." Joanna felt taken aback. "That's a flattering thing to say." "You're starting to sweat," she noted. Joanna wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Thanks for the notice. Hot weather has a tendency to make that happen." "You know, Anne and I had a special way of cooling down on hot days. It was her idea and it eventually became a favorite of mine. Are you interested?" "It's hot today. Why not?" "Do you promise not to fire me or be upset?" she asked with a mischievous look on her face. Joanna flashed a skeptical, but playful look. "I'm not sure I like where this is headed." "Come on. I promise it'll be fun. You'll like it, trust me." She sighed, "Fine, I promise I won't be upset, or fire you." Kelly looked her boss straight in the eyes. "Unbutton your shirt." "Excuse me?" "You promised you wouldn't be upset remember?" Kelly smiled. "Now are you going to be a good sport about this or not? This is totally harmless." Joanna gave her intern a hesitant look before eventually doing it. She put her drink down on the table, then she looked Kelly in the eyes as her fingers got busy unbuttoning her dress shirt. Before long, her top was open, leaving her bra and stomach completely exposed. Burning Desire "Now what?" she asked. Kelly reached inside of her drink to pick up an ice cube, before putting the cup on the table. She used her other hand to casually reach over to pull down a side of Joanna's bra. Joanna's left breast was exposed, and she was too stunned to do anything about it. She looked down to see that her bare body part was being visually admired by her young intern, and before she could say something, Kelly brought the ice cube down to her brown nipple. The first touch felt like an electric shock. Her nipples were large and they've always been sensitive. She watched helplessly as the intern continued to rub the ice cube around her big nipple in a circular motion, making it rock hard. "Like it?" Kelly smiled, with her eyes still locked on the exposed breast and nipple. "I'm sensitive in that area, but I like it. It feels different." "So it doesn't bother you that I'm playing with your nipple?" she asked playfully. "I trust that I'm in good hands." Kelly continued circling the ice around her boss's nipple. "Last week you said that you never had a lesbian fantasy before, but that was a lie, wasn't it?" "Was I that obvious?" Joanna asked rhetorically. "Not really. But I could tell anyway. I'm good at reading people." "Fine, I've had lesbian fantasies before, but I was afraid to admit it to you, and to myself." "It's scary the first time. But you'll get used to it." Kelly then bent down and took the hard brown nipple in her mouth to suck. She rolled it around with her tongue while Joanna sat there awkwardly and enjoyed the sensation of her first lesbian experience. Almost without thinking, Joanna reached down and pulled the other cup of her bra aside, leaving both breasts exposed. She acted under compulsion and Kelly knew exactly what to do, moving her mouth to suck the other nipple. The young intern gently squeezed both breasts with her hands and continued giving pleasure orally. When she finished, Kelly sat back up and looked her boss in the eyes. "So what do you think?" the intern asked. "I'm enjoying myself so far," Joanna smiled with her breasts still free. "To be perfectly honest, I've had thoughts of you since the day we first met in my office. I've had stronger feelings ever since. There's something special about you. You're a special girl." Kelly smiled back, "I've had the same feelings about you and there's no need to pretend anymore. Now come here and kiss me." The two women leaned forward and planted a strong kiss on each others lips. It was a hard kiss, and it was passionate. Their lips pressed tightly and they opened their mouths to let their tongues touch. All of the emotions that had been held back were suddenly released. Their hands were all over each other and they held each other tight. Minutes breezed by and Joanna ended her first lesbian kiss. "So what happens next?," she asked. "I'm as nervous as the day I lost my virginity. But this is more unusual for me." Kelly raised her eyebrows, enjoying her newfound role as a teacher. "Well, your boobs look kind of uncomfortable the way they're being squished by your bra. We need to get rid of your top completely. Trust me, you're in good hands." Joanna took off her dress shirt with the help of Kelly. Then she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, tossing it to the floor. She was topless and she playfully squeezed her breasts together. "That feels so much better," Joanna stated. "It feels liberating, especially in this heat." "I agree. And you've got great tits boss." "I'm glad you like them. So am I going to be the only one with tits out?" "Are you ordering me to take off my top?" Kelly asked jokingly. "You bet I am. You can sue me later for sexual harassment, but I'll fire you if you don't show me your breasts. That's an order." A mischievous look appeared on Kelly's face as she began to unbutton the top of her dress shirt, while Joanna began to unbutton the bottom of the same shirt. It wasn't long until they both reached the middle and removed the shirt. Kelly reached back to unclasp her bra, and she threw it to the floor the same way her boss did. The two women sat on the couch with nothing but their dress skirts and panties. They were both topless. "Are these what you expected them to look like?" Kelly asked, referring to her own perky breasts with light pink nipples. "They're about what I expected in my fantasy. They're firm, delicate, perfectly shaped, and you've got cute looking nipples. I'm going to enjoy sucking on them." "Oh really? Well don't let me stop you." Joanna smiled and bent down to return the favor. For the first time in her life, she had taken a woman's breasts in her mouth and sucked. It was an utterly arousing feeling for her, and she became more wet from sucking Kelly's tits, than she did from having her own tits sucked. She sucked the nipples as hard as she could, and she emulated Kelly's experienced mouth by rolling the nipples around with her tongue. "Oh my god," Kelly moaned, with her hand on the back of Joanna's head. "Are you sure you're a lesbian virgin? Your mouth is super talented and I can't wait to find out what else you can do with it." Joanna stopped sucking and looked up. "So you have other things in mind for me?" "Of course I do. Your first girl-on-girl experience can't be limited to just making out and sucking boobs. Those are just the appetizers when it comes to lesbian sex." "Then what's the main course?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Kelly grinned, "I think you know. There's no way you can be that naive when it comes to lesbian stuff." With that said, Kelly sat back on the couch and pulled her panties down to her ankles, kicking them away with her feet. She spread her legs wide open while her skirt was still on. Joanna's heart raced and her adrenaline started pumping with a new intensity. She got down on her knees, in between her young intern's legs. "I'm nervous if you can't already tell," she said. "It's not hard. You're a woman. Just use you instincts and do it the way you'd want it done to you." Joanna took a deep breath and rubbed Kelly's bare thighs. She moved her hands upwards, pushing up the skirt. Before long, her hands reached Kelly's hips and she pushed the skirt all the way up so that she saw the bare vagina in front of her. She took another deep breath and bent down to kiss Kelly's crotch. She planted kisses all over it before moving her lips to the pink labia. The main thing going through Joanna's mind was Kelly's advice; 'Do it the way you'd want it done to you.' Joanna stuck her tongue out and licked the labia like a lollypop. She licked it hard, but affectionately. She licked the labia way she wanted men to lick hers, but they never did. She licked the labia the way she always wanted it done to her. The foreplay was over and she inserted the tip of her tongue inside of the wet vagina, causing Kelly to groan and squirm where she sat. Joanna took pleasure in the fact that she was giving Kelly sexual satisfaction. She savored the taste of the womanly fluids in her mouth and she began to suck. She sucked the labia and the fluids into her mouth, and she worked her tongue up & down, side to side. She wanted to taste as much of Kelly as she possibly could, and she made sure to play with Kelly's engorged clitoris. That was the main course. Joanna orally pleased Kelly's vagina, and she began to pay special attention to the clitoris. Her reward was tasting the fluids and listening to Kelly moan in pleasure. She felt a burning sensation between her own legs and she focused on her newfound oral technique. When she brought her finger to rub Kelly's clitoris, she continued working her tongue inside the vagina, and that's when Kelly was sent over the edge. Her moans turned to cries. Kelly's muscles tightened and she clenched her toes. Her back arched and she suddenly yelled out loud while an intense orgasm flowed through her body. Afterwards, she went limp. Joanna, from her knees, just looked at her young intern who was in a blissful state. "How did I do?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "God, that was fucking amazing. I can't believe that was your first time eating pussy. You're a real freakin pro at this." Joanna blushed, "Thanks. I'm glad I could do that for you. I really enjoyed doing it." "So are you ready to have your pussy eaten for the first time?" Kelly asked with a smile. "You'll officially no longer be a lesbian virgin once my mouth gets done with you." "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." The two women traded places. Before Joanna sat down, she removed her skirt and panties, getting completely naked. She sat down in the same position as Kelly, and she opened her legs. It was a strange exhibitionist feeling for Joanna to be naked in front of her 23 year old intern. It was a new rush she had never felt before. It was strange to look down to see Kelly, the young woman who she had been fantasizing about, look directly inside of her vagina just inches away. Unlike the way Joanna did it, Kelly just dove right in like an expert. There was no foreplay or warming up. The young intern just did what she had done countless times before. Kelly's tongue assaulted her boss's vagina in a way she had never felt before. The burning sensation between Joanna's legs only increased. Joanna had never been so sexually aroused in her entire life and her mind & body were overcome with sex & lust for the other woman. It was a burning feeling inside of her soul. Joanna simply laid back on the couch and enjoyed the powerful feeling. It was an intoxicating & hypnotizing feeling that flowed through her body. Her living room was filled with the lewd sounds of sucking and slurping. Her eyes never looked away from the beautiful young intern kneeling on the floor and eating her pussy. She felt the burning sensation through every part of her body and mind. The burning sensation became stronger and her body ached. Her clit was throbbing while it was being pleased. Kelly continued sucking & slobbering all over the wet cunt, and she inserted her fingers inside of Joanna's body. Kelly's tongue flickered the clit while her fingers did the messy work inside of the vagina. Joanna cried out loud in a state of pure lust. She screamed. She didn't care if other people in the apartment could hear. She didn't care about anything except lust. Her sexual feelings were overwhelmed and every muscle in her body contracted. Fluids rushed down her vaginal canal and she squirted for the very first time, which Kelly gladly accepted while she continued sucking. Joanna continued screaming and she enjoyed the very best orgasm she had ever felt in her life. When it was over, she laid on the couch limp. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Both women were sweating profusely and there was vaginal fluids everywhere from their orgasms. Kelly watched in delight as her boss came back to life. "You loved it," Kelly teased, with her head resting on Joanna's thigh. "Was I that obvious about it?" she joked back. "You were. I can tell you've never had an orgasm like this before. And now you're no longer a lesbian virgin. But here comes another scary part. After this, you'll probably feel confused for the next several days, maybe weeks, wondering if you're gay or straight." "So what do you think the answer is for me?" Joanna asked curiously. "I'm not sure. I don't even know which category I fall under. The only thing that matters is that you're happy. So, how do you feel?" She smiled, "I feel like a new woman. I feel like the woman I'm meant to be." Kelly climbed on top of her boss and they kissed each other passionately. It was wet and sloppy. They tasted each others vaginal fluids in their mouths and they pressed their sweaty bodies against each other. Joanna would never be the same again. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated. Burning Desire The hotel room was dark when I went in and I almost didn't see him standing near the window. The moonlight coming through allowed me to see the profile of him standing with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, face turned to the view from the hotel overlooking the small town. I was confused when I first got his text giving me the name of the hotel and a room number. This was the first time he had sent this and at first there was a stream of excitement to flow through me as I began to hope that it was because he actually wanted to be with me. To hold me. To take that next step and to fuck me like I had been fantasizing about for a while now. Could it possibly be coming true after all this time? I walked over to the window and followed his gaze looking out over the town. It wasn't a spectacular view, but my heart was racing so much that I couldn't completely focus. Too afraid to look over at him, I tried to calm my breathing and possibly keep my heart from bursting in my chest. My panties were wet from the time I had pulled into the hotel parking lot. Not having time to change from leaving work, I was still in my tight black pencil skirt that grabbed every inch of the lower part of my body and the thin white top that was maybe a little too sheer. Nipples hard against the thin lace bra and almost outlined through my top. The four-inch black pumps made me taller and feel sexier so I wore them often. But today they were perfect. Today, even I were wrong about things, he would a hard time resisting. "So...here we are," I whispered. I had no clue what to say. He was so quiet standing there in his black Henley and jeans. Damn, he was a good looking man. Not thin and tone, but muscled and built like a man who could take on whatever came his way. A man that made other men jealous and women fight to get his attention. The best part about him? He had no clue. No clue at all that women fantasized about him. He didn't pretend to be anyone else because you could tell he was comfortable in his own skin. But this quiet made me worry he wasn't comfortable at all at this moment. So I looked out the window and I waited. After a few more moments, from the corner of my eye I saw him move. He raised a hand and leaned over and touched my arm. I turned and looked at him but his gaze told me nothing. He wasn't smiling and laughing as I had found him so many times. His expression didn't show anger or attitude. His look was dark, but I saw something else. I saw desire. As quickly as it showed itself, he looked down over my body. Taking his gaze from mine and looking over me as if it were the first time. His hand moving up and down my arm as he pushed away from the wall and moved to stand behind me. I took in a deep breath and held it as his other hand moved to do the same and both were stroking my arms. Whether to comfort of arouse, I wasn't sure but I felt both. Then I felt his lips at my shoulder. The softest breath of a touch that I almost thought I imagined it. And he didn't kiss me again. His hands moved all the way down to my wrists and gripping them both at the same time he pressed my hands to glass of the window. "I don't want you to move," he finally spoke and it set me on edge to hear it. My breathing increased and the stirring of heat began to build in my pussy. My clit pulsing and my nipples aching with anticipation. Oh please, I thought. Please let him fuck me. It seemed I had waited forever for this. His hands moved up my arms, down my sides, over my hips and ass before stopping at my thighs. He gathered my skirt in his hands and pulled it to rest at my waist. I felt the kiss of air at the top of my thighs over my thigh-high lace topped stockings. He hands slid over the fabric of the lace and the slight humming noise he made let me know he approved. (That meant I was buying a pair for everyday!) If he shifted his hands just a little he could touch my clit through my panties, I thought. Sliding his hands up my thighs he barely touched the sides of my pussy before continuing up to where he quickly pulled my top over my head (momentarily moving my hands off the glass) and tossed it to the chair beside the window. At this point, I should have been nervous at facing the world through a window in a hotel overlooking the town in my lace bra and matching panties, but I wasn't. The anticipation of being fucked in front of said window was greater than any fear of being seen. Once my top was gone his hands moved to breasts and squeezed them through the lace of the bra as if testing. It was obvious that my large breasts were my own and that he liked the size. I imagined him fucking me with his cock between my tits and then he pinched my nipple and the moan slipped out of me that I had been holding since I walked to the window. "Nipples are sensitive, aren't they?" Of course he didn't have to ask, but I answered all the same with a whispered, "Yes." It was then he pushed up against me and I felt his hard, thick cock press against my ass and I was so pleased with myself for making him that way. With each stroke of it up and down the cleft of my ass my pussy clenched and weeped for him to fill me. I pushed my head back to rest on his shoulder and he turned his head to lick the lobe of my sensitive ear. Fingers pinching, cock thrusting, and both moaning and losing control. At first, it seemed that he was unsure of what he wanted. Almost as if he were fighting it. Now it was obvious what he wanted and he wanted me. "Take off the rest and get on the bed," he instructed and I did not hesitate. I didn't want there to be any doubt I wanted him and was willing to do whatever he wanted to please him. Only minutes after I was naked on the bed and shaking with desire. I watched as he finished undressing and adored his body bathed in the moonlight. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down. I loved watching that. It was so sexy. The bead of precum showing and he smeared it over the head of his cock. "Touch yourself." His voice quiet, but deep and penetrating through to me. Again, I didn't hesitate. My body angled toward him on the bed while he stood beside it watching me, I put my hand between my thighs and my fingers ran over my smooth pussy. I liked him watching me. I liked him knowing how wet I was for him. I moaned as my fingers touched my clit. He continued stroking his hard cock as he watched me playing with my clit. I knew he was enjoying it so I lifted my other hand to squeeze and tease my nipple. That was just enough to push him, because he was on the bed and on top of me in the next second. The tip of his cock between my pussy lips nudging and warning at the same time. My pussy was about to be owned and I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. Then he looked up at my face. The moonlight from the window was the only light in the room and I could barely make out his features, but I saw his eyes and I knew. I knew he had been fighting with himself and the fight was now over. He pushed inside my wet pussy and my body stretched to welcome him. "Ohhhh..." Unable to hold in my desire any longer. I reached up to grab his muscled shoulders to hold on. His hands flat on the bed on each side of my shoulders and head thrown back in pleasure. My legs folded up over his hips in attempt to hold his cock inside me. I wanted to savor it for just a moment. And then he moved. His cock slid out and I wanted to cry from the emptiness. It lasted a second before he pushed back in. His movements slow as if to savor the feeling. The slowness was driving me crazy. It was the worst kind of tease. But I had been teasing him for a while so I deserved the torture. I moved my hips in attempt to get the friction I needed. I wanted so bad to be on top and riding that hard cock. Then he stopped. Stopped! My shock lasted only a moment when he said, "You keep that up and I'll spank that ass and cum on your back and I know you don't want that." Oh, yes I did! But not until I after I had came with his cock inside me at least once. "Please fuck me," I begged. I didn't mind begging him. I wanted him that much. "You ask so nicely." "I'll be good. I promise." With a groan he went back to pumping his cock in my pussy and I sighed with relief. Pushing my head back on the pillow I savored the feeling. It had been so long and having to lie still while he took me was pushing me toward the edge. He fucked me harder and my tits were bouncing and nipples burning with need for attention. I closed my eyes and I almost see the white heat that was calling me to my orgasm. In and out he pushed and my pussy was on fire. "I...I..." The words would not form to tell him I was about to come. "Don't you fucking come," he groaned. His voice husky and deep as if he were holding on by a thread himself. With that he flipped me over and pushed me up to the headboard placing my hands on the top. I was dizzy from the quickness of his movements I barely registered what happened before he pushed into me from behind.The wetness from my pussy and his precum had me drenched. His hand slid up and gripped my neck applying just enough pressure to get my attention. He turned my head to face the mirror on the wall in front of me and I could see the hint of the face of the man fucking me. The look on his face took my breath. Gone was the confusion from before and replaced by uncontrolled passion. I kept my hands on the headboard in fear of moving and causing another shift in his movements. If I stay still he won't stop, I thought. If I don't come yet he won't stop. This was madness. Rolling his hips he continued sliding his cock in and out of my pussy as I stared into the mirror and into his eyes.Beautiful eyes barely visible from the small amount of light. He continued his hold on my neck all while fucking me harder and harder. The blood had left my fingers as I continued to grip the headboard. I could no longer stifle the moan I had been holding, but he didn't stop. His other hand slid up my arm slowly and continued until it rested on my breast and squeezing my nipple. Pinching hard. More torture. I couldn't take much more. My entire body was on fire. I wanted to move with him. If I tilted my hips just a little he would find that sweet spot inside me that would put me over the edge. Just a little... This time his groan was more like a growl and he pushed his hand down from my breast straight to my clit rubbing circles that brought the white heat back like an old friend. I sighed when I felt it moving through my core and taking over. "Now, baby!" He groaned in my ear and the shaking and heat spread throughout my entire body like a dam breaking and it was as if every cell inside me was exploding. My head thrown back on his shoulder and moaning as his rode me through my orgasm. Only then did I feel him stiffen and loudly groan out "fuck!" And I knew he had found his release. His warm cum bathing my pussy and I clenched those muscles as if I could hold it inside me. Both of us gasping and panting for air and overwhelmed by the extremity of it all. His cock twitching and jerking as he leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek before sliding us down the bed and resting my head on his shoulder. His arm tucked me close to him as if to hold me there when there was no where I would rather be. It was quiet and peaceful and no words were needed. Our breathing finally returning to normal. The silence was welcoming and talking would ruin the beauty of it. I wanted to stay like that forever. I wanted to hold that moment in a secret place and never let it go. To protect it from all outside intrusion. Nothing else existed in that moment and nothing could ever replace it. It was perfect. Burning Desire Pt. 01 This is the first part of a cuckold story. If you don't like wives having sex with men that are not their husbands, with no revenge, then I recommend not reading it. ***** I'm sure every good husband has only the best to say about his wife; I'm of no exception. Though you have only my word to believe, I promise you the person I'm about to describe is of no exaggeration. My wife, Irene, was beautiful in every possible way one could fathom. What I found most amazing about her beauty, was its ability to go unnoticed; when she wanted it to. I certainly don't mean that for any instance she was not the same beautiful woman she always is; however, if almost by magic, she would just blend in. Anyone passing her on the street would almost certainly give her no extra attention. But the moment she wanted to be the center of attention, the switch would be turned on and she would light up any room she walked into; though that is very rare. Now, that certainly is an accomplishment that would be difficult to achieve without effort and so it almost goes without saying, my wife worked hard at it. It was a skill she had been training from the first day that boys started noticing her. It came from her vast sense of modesty and reserve. Though she did not often have the urge to flaunt, I can certainly say with confidence, that she was not prudish. Irene was petite, with a full size bust and tush. It was amazing that she manage to keep her figure even past collage, but I guess that came from all that time in the gym. Dwayne , or as I would call him "Old Man," is exactly as the name implies, an old man. One who could describe himself with a lot more flatter than I. It wasn't that I had a hatred for the man, just a proverbial bad taste. Which you will later learn came with good reason. The worse part about it all, would be that I needed the old man. The way a person who wants to sell his soul needs the devil. And like those few, who have an unquenchable thirst that leads them either success or madness, I did something previously unimaginable; I surrendered to my greedy lust. Now, I don't mean to paint the old man as some kind of living Beelzebub; that would be harsh and I have to be honest, far worse than his actual character. Except for his arrogance, the man was actually decent, having no worse fault than the next guy. Perhaps the real demon that I was trying to describe was inside me; the one we all have but are not suppose to pay any attention. Well, mine had taken complete control and was behind the wheel. But I'm getting off track, back to Dwayne. He is around 60, aged well and actually decent shape for his milage. But I've always heard black men aged like a whiskey. Contrasting with his dark skin was greying hair and I believe for any woman around his age would consider him a great catch. But how could a woman many years younger be attracted to this man? With my help, the answer is my wife. How it all began: It was our anniversary, and I had the usual plans; dinner and drinks. It would have been like any other weekend that we went out. Except, this time we was going to a new place, a higher end joint and we had the attire to match. Myself, a nice dark gray tailored suit; with the right amount of color splashed in at the rights spots. I was putting on the finishing touches when Irene comes gliding into the room. Until then, I hadn't seen her dress except on the rack; it was a black, form fitting, and a work of art. A dress that wrapped around her body like it was created just for her. Stopping right above the knee, with the sides open allowing her legs to tease any onlookers while she walked but would swiftly close back when she had stopped. The tops of her white smooth breasts clearly showing, allowing the most perfect cleavage. To finish it off, as if that wasn't enough, only a few well placed threads covered her back. With the open back, tapering closed right above her large round tush. I had never seen my wife dress like this before, and if it wasn't for the expensive reservations then I would have made love to her right there in the room. However, we was off on our date. Upon entering the restaurant, which was more of a club, we was sat down in a corner booth. From there we could see all the dancing in the center of the room as well as the patrons sitting at the bar. "Thank you, so much," Irene spoke to me; breaking the silence which slightly startled me. I look up from my plate and see her staring at me with those beautiful eyes; she was grinning ear to ear. "For what?" I said, smiling back. "Taking me out to this place and dressing up. For just being so loving and caring. I know dancing isn't your thing and it would have been easier to just take me to our usual spot. I understand we have hit a rough spot and I can't help but feel it is my fault" I didn't care much for dancing but I cared a lot for her and she loves to dance. I knew the rough spot she was referring; things has slowed down in the bedroom. But that was expected, no two people could be sexually at each other all the time. Especially after being married for a while. Still, we couldn't help notice it, even it was perfectly normal. Except, I been acting strange and Irene believed it was from our lack of love making. I have to admit, however, that I accidentally put the thought into her mind. See, I have recently developed a fantasy; one that might be considered slightly eccentric. From discovery the topic; then avidly reading Hott Wife stories, I began to have a strong desire to see my wife fuck other men. I can't fully explain how a man can have such a drive but I had it. I think it came from a strong enjoyment for porn. I really enjoyed seeing women get passionately fucked, especially beautiful innocent looking women. And there is no woman I find more beautiful than my Irene, except she doesn't just looks innocent, she is innocent. It sounds something akin to being psychotic, after saying it outloud but I wanted to see her lose her innocence. I don't mean raped or even in the slightest forced; I wanted her to willingly surrender it. I wanted to sit back and watch her, just for the night, get fucked. It would be like my own private porn. I could see all the details and hear all the sounds. It was from this constantly consuming mad desire that I finally got up the nerve to talk to Irene about my fantasy. I don't know what I was hoping to achieve or what reaction I expected from her. Truth was, I didn't care. It made no sense, but there was no talking sense back into me. I waited until we was laying in bed one night and I asked her if she had any fantasies. I got the usual romantic fantasy, candles and whatnot. It was then that I asked her if she ever wanted to sleep with anyone else. She immediately got upset and started to battering me with questions. She asked, "Are you wanting to sleep with someone else or see other people?" I panicked, I might not have planned her reaction but I certainly didn't imagine this would have been it. I tried to reconcile and explain I had a fantasy of my own but the damage had already been done. She didn't want to hear anything else; she believed I wanted to sleep with other women because of our own slowed sex life. She eventually cheered back up but I knew it was still on her mind. From fear of opening up an old wound, I left the topic alone. But tonight, I wanted to address the issue and let her know that I didn't have any desire to be with other women. So it was now that I took the plunge and replied to her previous comment about the "rough spot." "Babe, I know you believe that I want to sleep with other women and that our love making is not at the level I want. But I promise you that isn't the case. That night, I simply wanted to ask your fantasy and tell you one of my own; which doesn't involve other women." "I know, and I'm sorry" she replied. "I just keep hearing about men having these high sex drives and I was afraid you wanted to be with another woman. I know I overreacted and should have let you finish before I jumped to conclusions." We reached out and held hands for a second to say "I love you." Before we could pick up conversation, the waiter came over to our table with a new round of drinks. "I didn't order these," I told the waiter. "It is from the gentleman over there," he replied; pointing at an older black gentleman sitting at the bar. Me and my wife raised our glasses to him simultaneously smiling, in a show of thanks. "Why do you think he bought us these," my wife asked me. Replying with, "I probably say he thinks you're attractive, you are the best looking woman in the place." "Don't be silly; we are clearly together. And I am not the best looking woman here." my wife stated with curious tone of voice. "Yes you are. And apparently I'm not the only one who thinks so. Think about it; what other reason would he?" I stated. "If that was the case then why did he buy you one too? Don't tell me he thinks we are both attractive," she jokingly asked. "Of course not, but he isn't going to just buy you one with me here. I'm sure he is bold but probably not that bold." I returned. My wife stared at her drink in thought and I couldn't help but wonder why this gesture had her in such awe. Then it dawned on me; my wife never had a guy buy her a drink. She wasn't much of a drinker before we married and didn't, if any, go to bars. I had not just been the only guy to have sex with her but really flirt with her. It was at that moment, I done something without really thinking. I looked over at the man and waved him over. Now I know what you are thinking, I did this in the hopes of fulfilling my fantasy but I really didn't. I guess, I thought he was too old for my wife to find attractive. I had simply wanted to see her reaction to a little bit of flirting, kind of a test run. My wife saw what I had done and began to panic. "What you doing!?" she firmly asked. "I figured we could thank him for the drinks." I replied, matter of factly. " It would be rude if we didn't." Before anything else could be said, the older gentleman had arrived at our table. "We wanted to thank you for the drinks. Please, have a seat" I told him. "Your welcome," he spoke. It was actually my way of saying thank you. "For what?" My wife asked with genuine curiosity. I was actually shocked she said anything at all but I would soon learn that my wife was full of surprises. "For bringing that beautiful face here in this joint." He told her. This made my wife blush and look away. I could tell she didn't know how to take the compliment. "You're welcome," I quickly replied on her behalf. It was at that time I introduced us, with him doing the same. It was at that time I learned his name, Dwayne; it would be one that I didn't forget. The conversation continued along with the drinks. None of us was getting drunk but we was certainly feeling it. My wife began to open up more with her eventually becoming actively engaged in the conversation. It was after a while that I noticed the conversation had became mainly between her and him. I was now on the side lines and though they was a sting of jealousy, it was a pain I enjoyed. I simply set back and watched the show. Irene wasn't heavenly flirting but she was enjoying herself. She kept laughing a lot and smiling. After the old man made one of his jokes, he manage to place his hand on her's; it was only for a second before she pulled away but the fact they touched, sent my mind rampant. It was inevitable that my wife had to use the lady's room. She excused herself thus leaving me and the old man to talk. "You have a very beautiful wife." He told me. "Mind if I take her out on the floor for a dance?" "I don't mind but my wife is very shy. If you can get her on the dance floor with you then you have earned it." "She doesn't like to dance?" He asked. "Oh no, she loves to dance and is great at it. But again, my wife is very shy until she gets comfortable with you and that normally takes a while. However, I have to admit, you have gotten her to open up a lot in the conversation, she normally doesn't say more than a few words to strangers. So you might have a chance" "We hit it off nicely; perfect match." He said, more as a spoken thought to himself. Then with clear direction toward me, he informed, "Just don't intervene and I will do more than dance with her." "What does that mean?" I asked; shocked by his bold comment; not expecting it. "What are your intentions with my wife?" I should have told him to get the hell away and I attempted to portray some authority in my words but if I had to be honest then I was intrigued. My demons had stopped me from making what would have been considered as a rational reaction. It was at that point the old man spoke with sternness. "Listen, I have gotten bolder with my age and I never was one for modesty. When you get closer to the end of your life you aren't afforded patience. I don't want to waste my time, if you want me gone then I'm gone. But if you want this to happen as much as I do and I have a sense you do, then just stay out of my way. And if you want to help then just follow my lead." I just set there for a second with my mouth slightly open and a dumb look on my face. Before I could say a word my wife returned. Dwayne stood up and excused himself to the restroom next. I must have still had that look because my then asked, "Honey, what is wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost." I didn't know what to say or what to do; I was faced with one hell of a dilemma. In one hand, I have the proper thing to do, by either telling the old man to leave when he got back or avoid a possible confrontation by leaving the restaurant. In the other hand, I just do as he said, sit back and enjoy the show. Deep down I knew that was what I wanted. I kept asking me if he could really pull it off: could he get my wife to bed and make her lose all inhibition. "Of course not; what am I thinking?" I said to myself. My proper conservative wife, that has only slept with me, hook up with this old man; talk about ridiculous. But I was fighting a losing battle with myself. The images kept coming back into my thoughts; playing over and over. Earlier I had rationalized that with him being an older man would have made it almost impossible for any relations to develop between them. However, now I didn't worry about the probability, just how sweet it would be to see it happen. What more depraved to see innocence lost to someone like that. Even though the old man was clearly in shape, there was still a vast age difference. The battle came to an end within my mind, with no clear winner. I just kept telling myself, "We will see what happens. You can always stop it later." What seemed like forever I realized had been only a few minutes. My wife was carrying on about something that I hadn't been paying attention to. I interrupted her with a question. "Babe, what you think about Dwayne?" I asked. "He is very charming and funny. I was first afraid he was going to be a creep when you had him come over but I am pleasantly surprised. You don't think he is ruining our night, do you?" she spoke with a smile on her face; she was clearly enjoying the evening and alcohol. "He isn't ruining mine as long as he isn't ruining yours." I told her. "Oh no. Not at all." Her short reply made me curious. She was obviously liking his company but for how long? He may have enough charm to keep this up but the real question needed to be answered; was it enough to take it to the next level? About this time, Dwayne came back to answer that question. Except, it wouldn't be a clear yes or no; it would be a long drawn out event. While taking a seat the old man began to talk to Irene again, "You look like a hell of a dancer and the way your husband talked, it seems that is correct." "I don't know how good I am but I do enjoy it. You two know it is rude to talk about someone when they aren't there, don't you?" She responded playfully; garnishing her remark with a little laugh. "Then let's dance, I'm wanting to see your moves. Because I can't believe life would permit someone who looks as beautiful as you an ability to dance also; you only get one great gift." The old man smoothly complimented my wife again. He been throwing them in since he first set down and I believe they was having an effect on my wife. With this last remark, I noticed a little challenge; so as to trick her into believe she was merely proving him wrong instead of accepting a romantic gesture. "I don't know," my wife bashfully responded, cutely looking away. "Knowing my luck I would fall flat on my face. Plus, my husband and I haven't even got the chance to dance tonight." Looking directly at me for reinforcement she then said, "Isn't that right? We are suppose to first dance together and it is late; we got to get home." "Nonsense," said the old man. "You have plenty of time. After all, the night is still young." Then looking at me, he firmly asked, "Isn't that right?" It was at that moment both my wife and the old man was looking directly at me; clear that the decision was left for me to decide. A thousand things was running thru my mind but not a moment was made to stop and really think before I blurted out, "Go ahead Irene, it would be fun to watch." It was clear that my top head wasn't making the decisions. Little did I notice at the time the double meaning my words could be taken. "Fantastic," old man remarked. "I will be waiting on the dance floor." With that he was off. My wife quickly spouted under her breath, " What was all that about?" "What do you mean," I replied; knowing exactly what she meant. "He wants to dance with me! Don't you think that is inappropriate? And I'm starting to believe he is flirting." She naively stated. I couldn't help but laugh a little when I said. "Of course he was flirting. But the man is much older and I think you have a chance to make his day. I don't think it is inappropriate so long as we agree, and I don't have any problem with it. Go have fun." My wife gave me a strange look, then without saying another word, stood up and headed to the dance floor. "That was easier than expected," I thought to myself. Not considering the repercussions of the night. With each new song you could see my wife begin to loosen up.I don't know how long exactly went by but eventually my wife was completely comfortable dancing with this person, who was for the most part, a stranger. I, myself, was always getting comfortable but alone in my chair; just sitting back watching the show. I felt like a writer who for the first time was seeing his play come to life. I had envisioned this happening over and over in fantasies. Though, I would have never thought it would have been with a older black man. I also had to admit to myself a disturbing reality. Before it was only about sex; watching my wife get fucked. But seeing them enjoying each other's company added an entire new level of taboo. A hundred different emotions was running through my mind. It was so intense that I was actually beginning to slightly pursperate. I could see my wife and this old man talking while they dance; she was laughing and smiling the whole time. Every now and then he would touch her nonchalantly. Grab her hand so as to spin her around, kind of thing. They looked such an odd couple, which only added in my excitement. I knew other people had noticed them dancing, wondering about the relationship. I knew this because I over heard another young couple briefly mention them. The woman had asked her boyfriend what he thought about them. He then told her he thought it might be her "sugardaddy." The woman then replied, "I think they may be just friends." I couldn't resist thinking to myself, "Not if I could help it." Yes, it was after seeing them dance, that I had decided to assist dwayne seal the deal. Burning Desire Pt. 01 Finally after some more dancing my wife and the old man came back to our table. The laughter and conversation came with them. It actually took a minute before my wife even acknowledge my presence. "Honey, did you see us dance?" she asked me. "Of course, you two was great out there." I replied. "Why did you quit?" It was at that moment when dwayne cut in by saying, "We just needed a break, she is wearing this old man out. Don't worry, we are getting back out there." It was then that a huge smirk appeared on his face. He knew I was not a threat to him. They may not have done the deed yet, but me and him both knew I gave her away for the night. "Honey, I think it is time for us to dance, don't you think?" Irene asked me, trying to share her attention between the both of us. My wife was enjoying his company but she was still a faithful wife. I loved her, and she loved me. That should have been enough; but not for me. I had made my decision to help him and that was what I did. "I'm tired, and he is such a better dancer than me. Why don't you drink some, relax and then get back out there." I told her. She may have had a puzzled look on her face the first time she went out on the dance floor but it was nothing compared to the one now. With that statement, my wife took a sip of her drink. Before anything new could be said, the old man was assisting my wife to her feet for another go. They began again with their dancing; one song then two. The normal enjoyment found their faces like before. But with the third song came something different, it was a slow one and I realized they hadn't had one of them yet. It was the big moment, my wife look over at me and I simply returned a smile. They came closer to each other, placing their hands on the normal spots and did what two people do on a slow song. You could see the difference in height resulting from my wife being a foot shorter than him. But what you could really notice was their contrasting skin color. After a obviously romantic slow dance they approach the table; again my wife excused herself to the lady's room. It left me and the old man time to talk once more. "I want you to leave." He bluntly told me. "What?" I asked confused. "No way I'm going to leave her." "You don't have to actually leave, just make her think you are. Tell her you have gotten sick, and go park the car somewhere else. Stay hidden." He told me. "She will want to go with me," I pointed out. "Maybe, but I don't think so. Really convince her you want her to stay with me and have fun. I think she will stay, I have gotten really far with her but she won't go any more as long as she thinks you are watching." He told me, sounding very confident in himself. We exchanged numbers, so as to text each other. Shortly after my wife had returned. It was then I told her I was feeling sick and wanted to go home. My wife without protest went to say goodbye to the old man but she hadn't finished before I interrupted her. "Irene, just because I'm sick doesn't mean you have to go home. Stay here and have fun with Dwayne." I informed her. "Honey?" Was all she could say at first. She had an expression of pure confusion. Glancing back between me and the old man, my wife finally asked him to excuse us, so as to speak in private. "What are you trying to tell me to do?" she angrily questioned. "You know I can't stay here with him, I'm married to you. " "Of course you can, who made those rules? I'm your husband and if I say you can then there is no problem with it. What you afraid of having fun?" "You don't even know he wants me to stay with him, you haven't even asked. You are treating me like a child, putting me off on someone else like I need to be baby set." Replied Irene. "And how do we know he isn't some crazy murderer?" She actually brought up a good point on that one but I think we both knew he wasn't and so I reassured her. "Babe, you have spent hours with him, does he seem like a crazy killer? "No, he actually is a gentleman" she replied; knowing it was only to get a response. "We are all adults and no one is babysitting anybody. I have faith he would love to spend more time with you." I said. Before my wife had even the slightest chance to reply, I had began moving toward where Dwayne was standing. "Get back here," I heard her reply from behind. "Hey Dwayne! I said loudly to get his attention. "Mind if you babysit my wife." I couldn't help but laugh a little when I said it. I noticed the mean look my wife gave me when she heard me. Even when she was upset she was extremely cute. "Of course not, it would be my pleasure. Not everyday I get to spend time alone with a beautiful woman such as Irene." he stated. It was at that moment he looked over at her and ask, "Is this what you want, Irene?" My wife looked back and forth between us. You could notice she was thinking. Finally she said, "Yeah, I would like that." I don't know if she thought I was bluffing and was just trying to call it but before anything else could be said, I told them goodbye and kissed my wife on the cheek. "Call me if you need me," I told Irene as I walked away. As I turned to look at Irene I noticed she had that same priceless look of confusion she seem to express repeatable tonight. I didn't give her much option in the matter but I knew it was just the push she needed. Burning Desire Pt. 02 This is a fictional cuckold story. If you don't like wives having sex with men that are not their husbands, with no revenge, then I recommend not reading it. There will be another installment. ***** There I was sitting in my tinted, dark gray BMW; contemplating a myriad of things. The car may have been parked but my mind was going a hundred miles per hour. My thought were racing; memories flew by left and right. I was trying to make sense of it all; analyzing everything that lead me to there. There, being me voluntarily leaving my faithful wife with a older gentleman; one, who we both just met that night. I didn't fear for her safety, but her innocence was something entirely different. Most men wouldn't have been in the same situation and anyone witnessing the events unfold would have been screaming at me to do more than just sit here. However, if we must be honest with anyone then it must be with ourselves. I wanted every bit of this to happen. I may not have planned tonight, but I had fantasized a thousand scenarios just like it. I don't know how to explain it, maybe it was multiple things. I always enjoyed porn, and it would be appealing to see the woman, which I considered as the most attractive I've ever met, in my own personal show. Being able to watch without distraction thus allowing me to notice every detail. But there was more than just that involved with my mindset; something emotional and intimate was motivating me also. Before I could delve deeper into my cuckold conundrum, I was distracted by a text from the Old Man. "It's going as plan but send her some reassurance, maybe encourage her." Followed with, "By the way don't come in unless I say." I decided to do as instructed; I've came this far and didn't see any reason to stop, or at least not with my twisted mind. I got my cell out and began to text my beautiful wife, hoping to assist her new suitor and perhaps have some fun myself. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked. She quickly replied, "I don't know what your intentions are but I can guess and I don't know if I like what I'm assuming. Which is that you are trying to dump me off on someone else because you are getting tired of me" It was followed with, "And if you have to know and if I'm going to be truthful, then yes, I'm having fun." I knew my wife very well, but before that night I would have never guessed she was capable of having fun with a stranger; she was always reserved. However, something about the old man allowed her to relax. It could have been his age or perhaps his charm that came with it; whatever it was, it worked. I had to be equally honest with my wife, and though it should have been in person, I decided to continue. "I'm not trying to push you away. Though the path I'm taking us on is a dangerous one for couples, I don't want anything to hurt our relationship. Babe, I love seeing you have fun and I knew that as long as I was there then you wouldn't allow yourself to really relax." She replied with, "Honey, do you believe I don't enjoy myself with your company? I love being around you, and tonight is suppose to be our night." "That's not what I meant. I enjoy seeing you having fun with OTHER people." I had sent the text, trying to imply without directly stating, even I thought it was obvious. "But you've never seen me really around other people. I only have one or two friends" She naively asked. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw what she texted. Apparently, I needed to be more direct, but I was still embarrassed to be blunt. "Babe, I love you. I'm not trying to push you away. I just want you to relax and have fun, just let whatever happen. If that means you merely talk for a while and dance; that's fine. But if more happens, just enjoy it. (; " I ended with a wink, hoping it would convey a little more of my meaning. "Ok," was all she texted back. The short reply blew my mind. How could that be all she texted; what did it mean? Did she finally start to understand what I was telling her? I was left only to wonder about that extremely simplistic message. Those two letters had seized my mind and once again sent it racing. I was left in silence for about thirty minutes until Irene finally texted me again. "Dwayne said I should send this to you; hope you don't get mad." Along with it came a selfie style picture of her and the Old Man pressed against each other. Nothing in itself was erotic, other than the fact he had his arm around her with his hand placed extremely close to her breast. But it was enough to put a smile on my face. "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself. I'm not mad, like I said, I love seeing you having fun." I quickly replied. I began to wonder if she was finally getting my blatant hints. I wouldn't have to wait for a reply much longer, a couple of minutes later I got another text from her. "Honey, Dwayne wants to take me to another club; he said it isn't far from here. Is that okay?" I had simultaneously received a text from the Old Man; it was directions. Apparently he had decided for me, or already knew my answer. Along with location, he informed me to keep low and find a place that would ensure I, along with my car, wasn't spotted by her. After following the directions for a while, I had found myself at the club. It was in an area that I had passed through before but never stopped. I parked my car far enough distance away that I believed would be sufficient in hiding it. I quickly walked to the entrance and went inside. There I found loud music and people scattered all around. It appeared to be a popular place, but its large size prevented it from feeling overly crowded. I noticed tables had been meticulously placed in locations that allowed more privacy; which permitted couples the ability to perform light foreplay. I knew this from noticing silhouettes of various couples presently engaged in it; just the details was the only thing covered by the shadows. It would be safe to assume the details of who and what, were the only things the designers had intended to actually hide. This place, and its patrons, apparently could care less about any sexual act going on around them so long as it wasn't blatant and intercourse. Sitting at a corner booth permitted me a perfect view and allowed me to stay hidden. I didn't fully understand why he wanted to move from one location to another. I was left to only guess. After thinking about it a while, I believed the atmosphere permitted him a more hands on experience when they was sitting. I also assumed that by moving locations it would allow Irene to believe I was truly out of the picture; unknowing the old man sent me directions. I ordered me a drink then began sipping on it. I wanted to take the edge off but still be able to bask within the anticipation and excitement of the night; it was a high that I had began to enjoy. I first noticed them walking in through the entrance with the corner of my eye. Looking up and seeing them sent a shiver down my spine. There she was holding onto his arm like they were on a date. I was shocked but not angry, it was impossible for myself to be mad at her for this gesture. It's what I had wanted from the beginning, but to see it exist outside of my fantasies was an amazing feeling of surprise. Of course there was a sting of jealousy but it only added to my infatuation. Never, however, had the dating aspect came into my mind; just the sex. They walked over to an empty booth which was perfect for me to observe them. The Old Man knowing I was here must have been able to conclude which hidden figure was me then intentionally pick the booth. Which I imagine had not been difficult, since I was the only single person sitting away from the bar area. After sitting down she immediately got her phone out and began texting. Though the music was more than loud enough to cover any sounds coming from my phone, I nonetheless got it out and turned it to vibrate. A second later I received her text. "Honey, we arrived at the place and I'm safe. Just in case you was wondering (:" I decided to be suggestive and replied, "Babe, I think he has a lot of intentions but hurting you isn't one of them." "I know, he told me." She responded. "What exactly did he tell you?" I asked very intrigued. "He told me that he wanted to, you know." She answered. I couldn't believe he had became so blatant about his goal. More surprising was the fact she remained in his company instead of messaging me to pick her up. I wanted to know what exactly he said and so I asked, "How exactly did he say it?" She answered with, "I made the comment of how much a gentleman he had been. Then he responded by saying that only his etiquette was becoming of a gentleman but his intentions was far from it. So I asked about his intentions. He told me he wanted to fuck me." "What do you think about that?" I asked. "I don't know, I guess you told me so. After a while I knew but I was in denial about it." She responded. "Are you going to let him?" My heart was beating frantically. This was the big question that I had been wanting to ask. I waited for her response while trying to look at her from across the room but the distance and low lighting made it difficult. It had appeared she stopped to think about what I asked and I believed for a moment had glanced at him. It was then my phone signaled the arrival of a text and for a brief moment everything stopped. Looking at the screen I read, "I don't know, maybe. I don't want to destroy our marriage." I quickly messaged, "Babe, I'm giving you permission. Don't let me or him pressure you but don't be afraid to do what you want." She replied with, "Neither of you are pressuring me. He has been really nice about it, allowing me to text you while he waits. But I will think about it; for now I'm going to dance. Love you!" With that I saw them stand up and go to the floor. They began to dance and once again I saw the enjoyment on my wife's face. I watched them dance one song after another, which included him eventually getting to place his hands on her perfect butt. When he first did it, I noticed her shock and the signs of quick thought; however, she decided to allow him. After some time it became so familiar that it no longer even registered any reaction from her. I also noticed them carrying on conversations while they danced, which made her laugh. They could only dance for so long before getting tired and so decided to sit back down at the table. The dancing had stopped but whatever conversation they were having, followed them. At that moment I decided to sent her a text, "Babe how is everything going?" I watched her take out the phone, read and then put it back in her purse. She had actually ignored my message. I felt the biggest sting of jealousy to have came over me that night, but again, my twisted mind only enjoyed the sensation. It appeared that with each spoken sentence and sound of laughter from them, had became a magnet pulling them closer. My eyes must have either adjusted to the low lighting or my attention became so focused that I was able to distinguish their actions. Regardless, I was able to see them touch lips and passionately kiss. It only lasted a moment before she broke away, but this would be temporary. Before she could have second thoughts he leaned forward and began to kiss her again. This time he had his hand on the back of her neck, which I imagined supplied firm support; it is an act that Irene absolutely loves. This time they were like teenagers making out. At the end, right before they broke apart for the second time, I saw him reach up with the other hand and for a moment caress her voluptuous breasts. They would repeat this periodically while at the club; anytime the mood came over this new couple. I watched him turn fondling her breasts into a common act between them and at one point was able to kiss her cleavage, which must have been performed at a dare or joke because it forced a laugh from both of them. The night was full of surprises, discoveries, and emotions - my wife was blossoming into someone different and I was loving it; even if it was just temporary. However, the night was getting late and I received a text from her stating he was going to drop her off at our house. They left almost the same way they arrived, except this time hand in hand. More than that, there was a lot more intimacy between them. I was beginning to wonder how I would be able to get home before them. So I texted The Old Man, "I'm behind you, so take your time." I also texted directions for the long route, telling him to pretend to know the area we lived at." He replied, "Trust me, we will take our time. That's the route she gave me anyway." Which made me realize that my wife must not have been in any hurry to get home. I arrived at my car and began to drive away; however, passing by the parking area, I noticed they hadn't left. I should have went home but something told me to investigate. I turned my lights off and pulled in from a rear entrance. Their silhouettes indicated that they was presently occupied with making out, yet again. Though it was exciting to see them do this, I had seen it plenty for tonight and was about to drive away. When all of a sudden I saw my wife lean forward until she was out of sight. I waited for her to quickly reappear but she didn't, which meant only one thing. My innocent wife was presently engaged in sucking his cock. From conversation in the past I knew my cock had been the only one she had ever seen in person. Now, she was getting familiar with a a new one, it was an act she has only done with me on special occasions. I quickly glanced at the car and noticed the time was 11:55 PM. Meaning he was getting my anniversary blowjob. Even though I couldn't see anything, I still don't think I blinked the entire time until she came back up some minutes later. They drove away only after she had finished, or rather after he did. I was left frozen with my thoughts and emotions. Brain signals were firing off trying to find the right response. Should I had felt anger, jealousy, sadness, or my normal twisted excitement? It was after a couple of minutes that a huge grin appeared on my face. I placed my car in drive and started my quick journey home. Any normal and sane individuals would have been devastated when they witnessed their significant other perform oral sex on someone, but of course, not me. I just kept thinking to myself of how I had witnessed something extraordinary. A spectacular event involving my beautiful and innocent wife, which took me several dates to get a kiss, giving head to a guy she just met that day. As I previously mentioned, it was our anniversary, but instead of the normal oral tradition, I now received a different gift of lust; it might not have been intentionally given to me but I would cherish it regardless. Reminiscing over all the night's events kept me distracted on the way home. After arriving, I went in and immediately freed myself from my clothes. Over the course of the night I had sweated a significant amount, which was certainly caused by my excitement and increased heart rate. I had a chance to cool down on the drive home and now needed a shower. After quickly washing off and getting ready for bed I heard the sounds of a someone pulling into the driveway. I kept the lights out, hoping it would appear that I was asleep. Glancing out the window I saw The Old Man opening the door for Irene. Standing beside each other they appeared to be talking. I noticed she was looking around, then they both leaned in and for the last time tonight passionately kissed goodbye. She must have been checking for any nosy neighbors. Considering that we had only a few and with the hour of the night, gave her enough confidence to perform this act; still, her willing to take the risk was exciting. What if someone did see? It might get around that my wife was seeing an older black man; it was a taboo that I found intriguing. I heard my wife open the front door, which I responded by getting quickly in bed. I felt like a child pretending to sleep. I wouldn't have to continue this charade for much longer. My wife came into our bedroom and undressed. After ripping the covers off of me she got on top and slurped my soft cock into her mouth; trying desperately to get it hard. "Babe, not that I'm complaining but what got into you?" I asked; even though I knew the answer. "I always give you this on our anniversary," she responded. "It is well past twelve, our anniversary is over. I guess you didn't get to give head on it after all." I stated, trying to hint at her time in the parking lot. It caused her to stop for a second but she picked right back up. I love watching her perform oral sex on me, which I normally focus on, except tonight I watched while trying to imagine how it would have looked seeing her in action with her newly acquired black date. I realized she seemed to have a lot more enthusiasm tonight; taking my cock further down her throat than normal. Was she trying to rectify her previous act or was it just mere excitement from the entire night? I wasn't going to last much longer and told her to stop but she just ignored me. The inevitable happened and I found myself exploding into her mouth. She swallowed the entirety, which was a first, as she normally spits it out. Not thinking, I made the remark, "That is the first time you swallowed." It was then I heard her nervous reply, "That isn't the first time, just the first time with you." I kept still from mere exhaustion. I heard what she said, but I needed a second to take it all in. I must have appeared to be in shock or angry because she stated again, "Honey, did you hear me? I've done something I shouldn't have done." I rolled over on my side to face her and propped my head up on my elbow to look her in the eyes. "Tell me about it," I said. "I gave Dwayne a blow job!" She blurted out in a panic. She was looking me over trying to judge my reaction. Thinking that I needed to pick my words carefully, I was trying to decide what exactly to say. Before I could speak a sound she impatiently asked while looking down, "Are you mad at me?" It was then that I decided to just respond honestly with what first came to mind. "Babe, of course I'm not mad at you. I gave you permission to have fun and it sounds like you did. I didn't care if you gave him a blow job." "Well, we also made out," she said; noticing I wasn't angry with her. "Obviously," I told her with a grin while rolling my eyes; which caused us both to laugh. "Now I want you to tell me everything, and don't skimp on the details." She began by telling me how nervous she was was after I left but that something about Dwayne put her to ease. That they danced and laughed; he is extremely funny apparently and a great dancer. She was very comfortable around him, which permitted her to relax and be herself. I had to ask specific questions regarding the more intimate details. She must have still be uncertain if I would get mad. At one point she told me, "He is the best kisser." I noticed she closed her eyes while making this confession; probably reliving their embrace. She quickly opened them in shock when she realized what "the best" implied. "I mean, other than you babe!" I just laughed and said, "I know babe; now continue." As both time went on and the more she spoke then the more confident she became. Eventually making remarks about how he set her skin on fire with his touch. Then she looked at me with a mischievous grin then made the remark, "He also made me so wet down there." Knowing it would drive me crazy with her dirty talk, which she very rarely uses. I began to get hard again from all her storytelling; it didn't go unnoticed because she began to play with my now throbbing cock. Burning Desire Pt. 02 "How wet?" I asked. "So wet that I'm still soaked. Here let me show you." She seductively told me while climbing on top of my cock. She wasn't lying, I slid inside with little resistance; normally, it takes a while with her very tight pussy. I also noticed that tonight her normally warm pussy was noticeable hot. He certainly has an effect on her. I placed my hands on her hips to guide her then we started at a slow pace, so that we could continue our conversation. After a while I made the remark, "I bet your panties are drenched." "They was, you should have seen them." She said. "I will in the morning," I responded. "You can't," she told me. "Why, because they will be dry by then?" I asked. "No, because Dwayne has them." She told me nonchalantly. I couldn't help but pull down on her hips when she told me this, driving my cock deeper, which forced a moan from her. "When did you do that?" I asked; very curious of this newly acquired information. She began to explain. "Before I gave him a blowjob, while we was in the car. He asked if he could have something to remember me. I asked what would he like to have and he replied my panties. I was shocked but for some reason I complied with his request. After sliding them off and handing them to him, he held them up to his nose and smelled. That is when I decided to give him head." "What do you mean he didn't ask for one?" I frantically questioned, having previously imagined it was done at his order. "No, he didn't ask for it. I wanted to please him," she stated between moans. I began to pick up pace as I listened to her explain it. She was getting lost in our lovemaking and each word was spoken with a heavy breath "I couldn't help myself. The entire night was getting to me; all the making out, the fondling, the fingering! Then I saw how much he was infatuated with my scent! I wanted to please him! I wanted to give him pleasure! In the heat of passion she was letting go and confessing everything. I wanted to take advantage of the moment and continue asking about the night. "You said fingering. So he got to play with your pussy?" I asked with a grunt. "Yes!" She blurted out while swaying her hips back and forth; taking control of the speed and rhythm. I could tell she was close to cumming and I was right with her. She continued, "Before we left the club, he played with my pussy when we were making out!" I didn't notice it while spying on them but then again, I couldn't really see anything under the table. Here I was listening to my wife, who is so shy that I can't get anything more than a kiss while in public, telling me how she got fingered at a club. This old man had a power over my wife and it made me wonder if he was endowed with any other special gifts. "So how big is he?" I asked. "I don't know," she said with another moan; then continued, "Big." "Bigger than me?" Which isn't hard to achieve with my bottom average cock. She had a slight hesitation, not in her relentless riding or moaning but I could sense a implied pause; she was thinking, then finally replied with a simple yes. "What did you think when, you know, saw it?" Trying to focus on the conversation was difficult at this point. "I wanted it in me; I wanted to fuck him!" "You wanted to fuck that big cock didn't you?!" I stated, only seconds from cumming. Luckily, she started to cum right then. "Oh god yes! I want to fuck him! Don't stop, I'm cumming!" It was the end of that night's sex. We rolled over in exhaustion, ready to sleep. What a night it had been. A lot had changed and I didn't know if it would be for the best or worse; I just know that I enjoyed it and it was obvious, she did too. Burning Desires I want to sit you on the bed and slowly undress you, savouring each part of your naked body. Kissing you softly on your neck, teasing your ear with my moist tongue. Moving gently down your chest, leaving long lingering kisses all the way down to your navel, your body tingling with anticipation. I softly stroke your inner thighs, my hair running along your chest, I tell you how much I want you.... how much I want to feel you inside me. You cant wait any longer. You begin to undress me, undoing each button frantically to reveal my lacy black bra. You kiss my neck and I can feel how much you desire me. You have undone my bra to reveal my soft naked breasts and you reach your hands round to cup them softly, my nipples feel hard beneath your fingertips and you squeeze my breasts firmly. You whisper in my ear how much you want me... You slowly peel off my skirt, and feel the softness of my thong between your fingers, I am getting so hot and moist, I tell you I want you to taste me. You lie back slowly on the bed and I sit astride you stroking your chest and feeling your hard cock throbbing between my legs, I want you so so much. I give you a long lingering kiss before I begin to explore your body with my lips, leaving each part of you sizzling with each kiss... I move towards your navel, gently brushing your naked body with my heaving breasts, I get lower with each kiss until I can feel the hardness of your cock pushing against my chest. I slip you between them and slowly start to lick the end of your cock, savouring the taste of you.... Now I have the end of your cock in my mouth, you can feel it so hot and moist and I begin to suck, slowly moving my tongue in rhythm as you push my head further down, making me take all of you in my mouth... You reach down and squeeze my breasts, enveloping your throbbing cock between them telling me how much you want to make love to me. I now begin to tease your balls with my fingers, your whole body is writhing in ecstasy as I slide my tongue up and down your hard cock. I can feel your body tightening as you begin to cum, I put your cock in my mouth and suck you, feeling it pulsate as you orgasm, I can taste you as you explode in my mouth, your moaning really turns me on... I love how you taste and I swallow all of your cum, some of it running onto my breasts, and you watch as I rub it over my nipples.. You then lay me on the bed and begin to kiss my breasts, I can feel your tongue licking my nipples and I moan in pleasure as your hot breath covers them... Your gentle hands explore my body making me tremble with excitement. You move your hand down my stomach, stopping when your reach my thong, I long to feel you touching me, feeling me inside. You slowly take off my thong and gaze longingly as I lie naked before you, desiring you. You reach between my thighs feeling how hot I am, your fingers brush over my clitoris and I moan in pleasure as you caress the lips of my pussy. I can feel your fingers sliding over them, I want to feel them inside me. I am so wet now and my whole body aches for your touch. I feel one of your fingers slipping inside me, I arch my back with pleasure as I move in rhythm with you, you slide another finger deep inside my hot wet pussy. I can feel the orgasm building in my body, you move your fingers faster and deeper inside me, the pleasure in my eyes telling you that I am going to cum. You can feel my pussy tightening as I begin to orgasm, I moan out loud as this tremendous wave of pleasure takes over my body... Slowly you remove your fingers from inside me, you put them to your mouth and taste me on them, telling me how good I taste, you move down on the bed until your head is between my thighs, I can feel you breathing heavily. You move your hands and place them below my hips, pulling me up until I feel your lips on my clitoris, your tongue gently licking me. You move one hand over my stomach, reaching my breasts and squeezing my nipples, I know I am going to come again. Your tongue is moving faster over my clitoris and the pleasure begins to fill my body again, I come more quickly this time and you can feel my juices running down your tongue... You move your body until you are on top of me, you kiss me so passionately and I can still taste myself on your lips. I can feel your cock throbbing again between my thighs, I want so much to feel you inside me. You slide your cock over my clitoris and between my lips, I raise myself up and suddenly you thrust inside me, I moan in surprise as I feel your cock so deep inside my pussy, you are telling me how good it feels and how you have longed for this moment... Our bodies are finally intertwined in an extreme flow of passion. You thrust gently at first, moaning with each movement as my tight pussy envelopes your throbbing cock... You roll over on your back, and I sit astride you, your cock still inside me, your hands reach up and caress my breasts as I start to ride you. I can feel you pushing yourself deeper inside me as we move together bringing our bodies closer. I start to move faster now, sliding up and down on your hard cock, I reach my hands down and from behind I tease your balls, feeling them so full, I want you to explode inside me. Your moaning really turns me on, I can feel the pressure building inside me again. Your hands reach round to my hips and you push me down further, forcing your cock deeper inside me, I move my hand to my breasts and caress my hard nipples. I want to come now and I want to feel you coming inside me. Our bodies move faster together, your cock sliding in and out of my pussy, we both begin to orgasm together, I can feel your hot cum inside me as my juices flow down your cock, you are pushing so deep inside me, we both moan in ecstasy as we orgasm, I have never felt anything so intense, so passionate... I lie beside you now, still feeling your cock inside me, and hot and breathless we fall asleep in each others arms... I wake up with the soft motion of you making love to me, gazing in my eyes you smile and my heart melts. Burning Desires BANG!!! Pfffffftttt. "Shit! I just popped my tire!" Ian Sommers turned the hot heavy August air blue with his curses as he muscled his car to the side of the road. Slamming his car door he walked to the back of his car and unlocked his trunk. Raising the lid, he took one look inside and immediately slammed the trunk lid closed. He hadn't gotten around to replacing his spare from the last flat tire he had. Whipping out his cell phone, he immediately punched in the number for AAA. His call was answered promptly, the operator telling him that a tow truck was getting dispatched as soon as possible. It would be at least a half of an hour. Tossing his cell phone into the passenger seat of his car, he took a seat on the hood of the car to wait. He started to get hot sitting out in the sun, sweat trickling out of the hairline of his sun-streaked blonde hair. Stripping out of his white dress shirt, he tossed it into the car after wiping his face and chest with it. Squinting his green eyes against the sun, he scanned the deserted highway in both directions. So far no tow truck. Twenty minutes later he saw a vehicle approaching. Relieved, Ian jumped off the hood of his car and waited for the repairman. When the truck finally pulled to a stop in front of his car, Ian breathed a sigh of relief. The driver jumped down and Ian thought to himself, 'Man, this guy is really short and skinny.' As the guy walked closer Ian came to the realization that the guy wasn't a guy at all, but a woman. 'Holy shit!' Ian said to himself, 'There's no way this tiny little chick is going to be able to fix my tire.' The woman stuck her hand out. "My name is Holly Pierce, and I'll be saving your butt today." she said with a grin. "All joking aside, what seems to be the problem?" she asked her hand moving up to readjust the cap on top of her head. "I've got a flat tire and don't have a spare. If you have a donut I'll be more than happy to change it." Ian said, shifting slightly under her steady gaze. "I'll fix it, thanks. No offense big guy, but I wouldn't want you to muss those nice clothes of yours." her face remained impassive not betraying her true feelings at all, although she was a little miffed at the guy's sexist remark. She gave him a quick once over as she turned and walked back to her truck. He was cute in that preppy soft business-like way. He definitely kept in shape though, the heat having sheened his muscles with a light film of sweat. Grabbing the donut she kept on the truck, she smiled wondering if he was as stuffy in bed as he was out of it. As she turned around she rapped hard into the chest of her "customer". Gasping in startled surprise Holly felt herself falling until he reached out and grabbed her arm. The jerk of her body unseated her cap and a fall of hair the darkest black he'd ever seen spilled out and hung in curls down her back. The darkness of her hair was almost startling against her light golden flesh and light blue eyes. Ian had to wonder what all that dark hair would look like spread over his white satin pillowcase. He grinned hugely at that image. Feeling a jerk on his arm he looked down at her, shocked at the carnal thoughts invading his head. She was trying to remove his hand. Easing his grip, he let go of her. She leaned down and swept her cap up off the ground. Glaring at him, Holly stalked over to his car, then seeing the shredded tire she swore and moved back to her truck. As she walked she shoved her hair back up underneath the cap, which was firmly seated on her head. He chuckled under his breath, coming to the quick conclusion that his little savior was a little prickly and a lot gorgeous. He vowed then and there that he would have her in his bed before the end of the day. Watching her as she hauled a jack and tire iron out of her truck, he smiled as he watched the muscles in her arms bulge from the heavy equipment. She was dressed in bib overalls and had a white tank top on underneath, her only accessory to the heat. She was also obviously very fit. His gaze slid over her, trying to imagine what she looked like under the heavy overalls. As she walked closer, she noticed him staring at her body. Her pulse gave a little kick of excitement. In her line of work, she met a lot of guys, but most of them thought she was a lesbian, which isn't a stretch, considering she was a tow truck driver and a mechanic. She never minded though, she wasn't really in the market for a man anyhow. She was still smarting from the last time she crossed paths with someone of the opposite sex. But, this guy was different. The way he looked at her, his gaze seemed to say, 'You look like someone I would like to devour.' The thought sent a delicious shiver down her spine and gooseflesh rising on her arms as she squatted beside the car, placing the jack beneath the axle. He watched her work, enjoying the way her muscles moved beneath her tanned flesh. He caught himself wondering if she was tanned and muscular all over. As she squatted beside his car, he caught his breath. She had an ass to die for. It was nice and round and looked so spankable. Quickly he shut that thought down before he ended up attacking her right here and now. She seemed a little skittish, especially when he had startled her earlier. As she yanked the damaged tire off of his car he turned to look at her truck, hoping to find a number so he could call later and hopefully get her to come out to his house. That's when he saw the name of her company. On the side of her truck said, "Happy Hooker". He couldn't help himself; he just burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked as she put the donut on his car. "The name of your company. I've never thought about it, but it fits," he said as his laughter died down. She smiled, that reaction wasn't uncommon. She decided that he had a great laugh, deep and rich. She pegged his voice to be a baritone. As she tightened the lug nuts on the spare, she grimaced noticing that there were streaks of grease and dirt all over her hands and forearms. She slowly let the car down off of the jack and removed it. "All finished, and you're good to go. Just don't go over 55 miles an hour on that tire or it will explode." she informed him as she pulled a rag out of her pocket and wiping her hands on it. "You'll be billed by your AAA carrier. It was nice doing business with you," she said politely as she gathered her tools and stowed them back inside her truck. "Wait, before you leave, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight? That way I can thank you properly for your excellent service." he asked, looking very sure of himself. "Sure, I could always use a free meal and some good conversation. What time?" she smiled at the shocked look on his face. "Well, what time is your shift over?" he asked, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. Handing her his business card he said, "My home number is on the back of that card." He smiled at her as their fingers brushed against each other. She let out a barely audible gasp as warmth from his fingers gave her a little jolt, sending shivers up and down her spine. "Well, if I don't have anymore calls when I get back to the shop I'm locking up then, and fortunately I'm not the driver on call tonight." "How about you meet me at my house at eight o'clock?" he asked, flipping open his wallet and writing his address on the back of another card and handing it to her. Taking the card, she replied, "Ok, I'll be there. I need to go now though, so, I'll see you at eight." Parting ways, Ian got into his car, a victorious grin on his face. Holly got into her truck and took off towards her shop. She got back to her shop, thankful to notice that there were no more calls. Everyone had already left for the day, so she totalled out her receipts and locked up the trucks and the shop. Walking to her personal car, she checked her watch. It was only six o'clock. She had time to get home, take a shower and dress before having to meet Ian at eight. Unlocking her Mustang convertible, she let all the hot air escape before she got in. Sitting down in the car she pushed the button that moves the top off. As the top moved off, Holly pulls her cap off of her head, tossing it into the backseat. Standing up outside of the car, she shucked her overalls, letting them fall to the floor, revealing the shorts she was wearing underneath. Picking them up she tossed them into the backseat along with her hat. Sliding back into the car, she turned the key, cranking the car to life. Slipping the electric blue car into reverse she points it towards home. Taking off down the road she laughs to herself, feeling the wind blow her hair around. Coming to a stop sign she caught her hair up into a ponytail, not wanting it to be all snarled and tangled when she washed it later. Moving down the road she started thinking about her date this evening. She got goose bumps along her arms just thinking about it. As she pulled into her driveway she waved at her neighbor who was out mowing his lawn. The old guy would watch her house for her when she went on vacation. Letting herself in she put her purse and keys on the table and then walked down the hallway into her room. Stripping her clothes off, she threw them in the hamper in her private bathroom. Turning the water in the tub on she walked over to the huge wall-sized mirror hanging over the double vanity sinks along the opposite wall. Looking into the mirror, Holly turned a critical eye to herself. In her own opinion her hair was her best feature. It hung down to the middle of her back in loose waves and was jet black. Her skin was fair which seemed to make her hair look blacker. She was short according to standards. She was also fairly thin, almost too thin for her own tastes. Her breasts were small, only a handful, her waist was small and could be spanned by a man's hands. Her legs and thighs were well toned and she had a light tan all over her body from lying out in the sun on her back deck. There were no tan lines to mar her light golden complexion. Which attested to the fact that she tanned in the nude. Shaking her head at her own vanity she stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over her body. Tipping her head back she wet her hair and then poured a generous amount of shampoo into her hand and then lathered her hair with it. Scrubbing her scalp she worked the shampoo through her hair then rinsed it out. Rubbing conditioner into her hair she worked it through to the ends and left it on while she shaved her legs and underarms, swiping the razor over her bare pussy to get any stray hairs. As she lathered up her mesh body pouf she tried to think of what she was going to wear this evening. Rinsing the conditioner out of her hair and rinsing the soap lather off of her body she reached behind her and turned off the water. Stepping out of the tub she dried off her body with a soft bath sheet. She reached for a bottle of apple scented moisturizer and applied it liberally to every inch of her skin. Then applying mousse to her hair she plugged in her blow dryer and blow-dried most of her hair. After running the brush through her now dry hair she walked out of the bathroom, dropping the towel in the hamper on the way out. Moving towards her closet, she smiled at the reflection of herself in the mirror. Her hair had dried in loose waves floating around her shoulders. Opening her closet door she looked over her clothes. Usually, she just picked something comfortable, but tonight she wanted to look her best. Especially since Ian had already seen her at her worst. Reaching into her closet, she rifled through her skirts. Choosing one that fell to mid-thigh, she shimmied into it. The skirt was tight, so she decided not to wear any panties or pantyhose, especially since her legs were already a golden tan color. Peering back into her closet she tried to decide which shirt to wear. Since blue gave her confidence, she decided to wear an electric blue satin halter-top. Slipping into it, she walked back into the bathroom. Moving towards the sink she started applying her make-up, going a little more on the heavy side. On her eyes she applied a dark blue color, bringing out the lightness of the blue of her eyes. Lining her eyes with a black liner, she made them look a little more exotic than usual. On her lashes, she applied a heavy coat of black mascara. Lining her lips with a deep red liner, she applied a matching lipstick, and then blotted her lips. Looking into the mirror one last time, she fluffed her hair, and walked into her bedroom, moving to her dresser. She decided to put on some simple hoop earrings and a silver choker with an iridescent blue pendant. The blue of the top contrasted nicely with the silver and the pendant. Moving back over to her closet, she slipped her feet into a pair of black sling back heels. Stepping back and closing her closet door she took one last look at herself in the mirror. Nodding her approval she walked back into the living room, picking up her purse and keys and left the house. Unlocking the car door, she slid in and settled into the plush leather of the interior. Starting it up, she backed out of her driveway and began the thirty-minute drive to Ian's house. As she drove along the highway, she started to get a little nervous about this date. She gave herself a little pep talk, promising herself that she wouldn't let any opportunities pass her by this evening. She pulled into his driveway at eight on the nose. He watched her pull in from his foyer. As she stepped out of her car, his jaw almost hit the floor. Those overalls had hidden a dynamite body earlier. Checking his appearance in the mirror in the hallway he nodded to his reflection in approval. He had dressed in deference to the heat and humidity. His pants were dark and loose fitting and his white polo shirt showed off the strong tanned column of his throat and the hardness of his tanned arms. The doorbell chimed and he waited a few seconds before answering it so he wouldn't seem too eager. As he opened the door, he smiled, "Welcome to my humble abode." he said, stepping to the side so she could enter. "Would you like a tour?" he asked. "Sure, you have a lovely home, it looks very large from the outside." she said looking around. "What exactly do you do for a living?" "I write murder mysteries," he said matter-of-factly. Her brows arched high at that. "Wow, do you write under your name or a pseudonym?" she asked curiously. "I have a pen name. You may have heard of me, Christopher Thompson?" he told her. "Oh, my. I have every one of your books. You are an exceptional writer," she said. Her praise made his chest puff up a bit and he smiled at her. Sliding an arm around her waist he ushered her farther into his house. He gave her the tour, showing her each room on the lower level. "Well, that's the lower level, the only thing upstairs is bedrooms and bathrooms. Where would you like to go for dinner? I just moved here recently so I don't really know what's available," he said, his hand still resting on her hip. "We could go to The Spot. It's a great restaurant, and it has great food, great wine, and a huge dance floor." she suggested. "Sounds good to me. Why don't you drive, since you know where you're going. Plus, I still have that donut on my car." he said as he grabbed his wallet and house keys. Locking the door on his way out, he presented her his arm. Taking it, she let him walk her to her car and open the door for her. "You'll have to bring it in tomorrow so I can get you a new tire put on," she said. "Would you like the top up or down? It's still quite warm outside." "Down is fine with me, it's been forever since I've ridden in a convertible." he replied. As they settled themselves in the car, Holly turned it on and put the top down. Slipping the car into reverse she backed out of his driveway and headed toward town. They made small talk as they drove to the restaurant. As they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant fifteen minutes later they both noticed it was nearly empty. Smiling to himself, Ian knew this was going to be a great night. They got out of the car after Holly put the top back up and walked into the restaurant. As they walked, Ian slipped his arm around Holly, drawing her a little closer. She shivered slightly and he smiled, glad he affected her like that. As they entered the restaurant they were promptly greeted by the hostess and escorted to a secluded booth in the back of a restaurant. He told the hostess to bring them a bottle of pricey Merlot. The hostess moved away and Ian turned to Holly, appreciating her beauty in the muted light. "Not very busy tonight, huh?" "No, but don't be surprised if it does get busy later. We are actually here quite early. I worked here when I was going to technical school," she told him. "So, speaking of your technical and mechanical skills, what made you want to be a mechanic?" "Well, when I was younger, I got out on my own right at eighteen. I had a lot of trouble getting mechanics to be upfront and honest with me about my car repairs. I finally got sick of being gouged on my repairs, and I started mechanic school. My friends were pretty excited about it because they could bring their cars to me and not worry about being screwed." "From what I've seen so far, you're pretty good at what you do. You certainly impressed me with your experience this afternoon." Ian said as he reached out and ran a finger over her jaw line. She shivered, her cheeks flushing a subtle pink. He smiled at her reaction. Just then the waitress returned with their wine, she waited while Ian tasted it. When he gave the nod of approval she poured more into his glass and filled Holly's up as well. After the waitress asked if they wanted appetizers, she waited while they looked over the list. They decided to forego appetizers and ordered their dinner. Holly ordered pasta Bolognese and Ian chose the prime rib. They also ordered side salads to eat first. As the waitress left with their order, Ian picked up his wine glass, urging Holly to do the same. "I propose a toast, to chance meetings. I'm really glad you were the one that responded to my call," he told her with a smile. "To chance meetings. And for what it's worth I'm glad AAA called me to rescue you." she replied as they clinked their glasses together. Drinking their wine they looked at each other over the rims of their glasses. As they set their glasses back on the table, the waitress reappeared with their salads. They ate in silence, giving each other hot looks. Holly wanted him; there was no doubt about it. He was very attractive and from what she could tell, so far, he was intelligent too. She decided she was going to forget her rule of no sex on the first date with this one. He may think her a slut, but Holly believed in grabbing chances when she could. With her decision made, Holly relaxed and decided to seduce him. As she finished her salad, Holly excused herself to the bathroom. When she got into the bathroom she reached beneath her shirt, hitching up the clasp on her bra, making her cleavage even deeper. She checked her appearance in the mirror and made her way back to her table. Noticing on the way that the place had started to fill up. Moving up to their table, she watched Ian stand as she sat back down. Holly thought to herself, 'Wow, he has great manners.' "Everything ok?" Ian asked. "Oh, fine. I just had to check my hair." she replied, flashing him a smile. Ian's heart stuttered in his chest, deciding she had a great smile, he vowed to make her smile a lot. She seemed a little different since she came back from the bathroom. Not in looks, but in attitude. At that moment she moved her elbow, knocking her silverware to the floor. She started to bend over to get them, but he put a hand out and stopped her. Burning Desires "I'll get them and go get you some new ones." Ian said, and bent over, missing the devilish smile that graced her lips. Once under the table, Ian couldn't resist looking at her legs. As he looked over, she slowly parted her legs giving him a clear visual of her pussy. He gasped and jerked, banging his head on the underside of it, making their plates jump. He heard her low throaty chuckle and knew that she had done it on purpose. As he came out from under the table he caught her smiling wickedly. Slowly he winked at her as he got up and walked to the hostess stand to get new silverware. On his way back, he noticed that the waitress had arrived with their food. Ian found he wanted to rush through dinner. The sight of Holly's clean-shaven, beautiful pussy had gotten him extremely excited. Luckily his pants fit really loosely or he would have given the hostess a real show. Sliding back into his seat, he held out the new silverware to Holly. She took them from his hand, but let her hand linger, her fingers stroking against his. At the touch of her fingers, his cock jumped in his pants. He looked at her and stared straight into her eyes. He watched as she shifted in her seat, her pupils contracted slightly. As she drew her hand away, she licked her lips, making his cock jump again. Finally, she broke off eye contact and glanced down at her plate, but kept sliding her eyes up to look at him. He came to the conclusion that she was definitely hot for him and he felt his cock get harder at the thought of all they would be doing later. All of a sudden he felt her bare foot sliding up his leg. His eyes widened and he tightened his grip on his own knife and fork. Her lips curved in a sultry smile as she spun spaghetti onto her fork, and slid her foot up higher, touching his inner thigh. His muscles quivered under her foot as she slid it right next to his cock. He was almost panting now. She opened her mouth and slowly slid the spaghetti into her mouth as her foot slid over the hard bulge under the fly of his pants. He gasped and dropped his utensils onto the table and reached beneath it, grabbing her foot and moving it. "You little tease!" he whispered roughly. "You've got to stop or I'm going to end up doing something we might get arrested for!" he said as his fingers stroked along the bottom of her foot. She jerked at her foot and laughed loudly. "Ahhh, so you're ticklish are you?" His fingers tightened on her foot and stroked again and let it go as she jerked on it again and laughed harder. He really liked her laugh. It was a lot like Julia Roberts' laugh, loud and infectious. "Yes, I am extremely ticklish on the bottom of my feet." she replied, gasping for breath. "Well, let's start on this meal, before it gets cold." he suggested, picking up his utensils again and digging in. They were quiet until they had almost finished. Their plates were almost empty when they both leaned back, their hunger satisfied. "That was a great meal. Thanks so much for bringing me here. Usually I don't get out much. I'm usually tired after a long day at the shop." she said, picking up her wine glass and draining it. When he moved to fill it again she covered it with her hand and leaned towards him over the table. "I want to keep a clear head for later, plus, I'm driving. So, go ahead if you want to." she told him in a low sultry whisper. His eyes widened at the promise in her voice. He poured a little more wine in his glass. Hearing the band start up, he stood offering his hand to her. "Would you like to dance?" "I sure would, lead the way." She placed her hand in his as he led her out to the dance floor. Fortunately they were playing a fast number and she laughed as he spun her out and back in. As she came up against his chest, her eyes widened, his cock was hard and huge. He smiled knowingly at her as he spun her out again. They danced for the rest of that number and the next. The band segued into a slow song and he pulled her close, his hips resting in the cradle of hers. She noticed that he was no longer completely hard, but she could still feel him against her stomach. They swayed together on the dance floor amidst several other couples. His hands cruised low on her hips as he pulled her tighter against his body. She looked up at him and smiled, her own hands sliding up his arms, which were quite muscular. Her hands continued their journey and slid into the short hair on the back of his head. Urging his lips down to hers, she placed her lips lightly against his, lightly flickering her tongue against them. He moaned against her mouth as he took the initiative and plundered her mouth making her moan. She felt his cock surging to life again; only this time she could feel it. Gasping for breath Holly broke the kiss and looked up at him in almost shock. He chuckled at the shocked look on her face and kept them swaying to the beat of the music, putting a little distance between them. He looked down and noticed that her nipples were rock hard and pushing insistently against the fabric of her shirt. He smiled and brushed the edge of his thumb against one. She gasped and her hips jerked pushing into his slightly. He moaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he held her away from his body. "We're going to have to stop dancing. I can't take much more of this torture." he said into her ear, making her shiver slightly. She agreed with a nod of her head, her throat dry. As they left the dance floor they noticed that their plates had been cleared and the check was lying at the edge of the table. Ian took out his wallet and left money on the table, including a large tip. Grabbing Holly's hand he led her out of the restaurant and to her car. He smiled down at her as they reached the vehicle. It had cooled down a bit outside, but not much, it was still very humid out. "So, Holly, would you like to go back to my place for a nightcap or would you prefer to give me a tour of your place?" Ian asked nonchalantly. She smiled at his not-so-subtle suggestion. Leaning her hip against the car, she smiled at him. "Well, since I've already seen your house, how about I give you a tour of mine?" she suggested. "Sounds great to me. I wouldn't mind getting a look at the inside of your house," he said with a mischievous grin on his face. She smiled and unlocked her car, gesturing for him to get in. As they got into the car, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. Before he could react, she pulled away and started the car. She pulled out of the parking place and headed for her house. As they drove, silence invaded the car. Ian looked over at Holly and caught her fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She glanced over at him, catching him staring at her legs. Smiling she turned her attention back to the road. "How far away do you live?" he asked after a few minutes of driving. "Oh, only about ten more minutes. I live about fifteen miles outside of town in a subdivision." she replied, glancing at him. If you could call a guy "pretty" he was very much so. His sun-streaked blonde hair set off his green eyes and tanned skin. Being a writer he probably had plenty of time to sun himself, and as successful as he was he probably didn't settle for his back deck as his tanning spot. "Oh, ok. So, it took you a while to get to my house, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, it took me about a half an hour." she replied, flipping her turn signal on, exiting the highway. She saw him reach over, thinking he was going to turn the radio on, she gasped slightly when he laid a hand on her upper thigh. She saw him smile as her thigh trembled slightly under his hand. Reaching down, she laid her hand over his, her fingers stroking his hair-roughened skin. Feeling his hand quiver slightly she smiled, satisfied that she affected him the same way he affected her. His fingers started stroking her thigh using small rhythmic motions. She shivered at the sensation, goose bumps rising on her forearms. Feeling his hand move she moaned softly as he urged her to part her legs slightly. She looked over at him, only to notice that his gaze was fixed to her legs. His fingers set up a small stroking motion on her inner thigh, moving up very slowly. Her hands tightened on the wheel, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Shifting in her seat, Holly moaned as the pads of his fingers brushed her shaven lips. Her face flushed, knowing he would feel the wetness of her arousal. As his fingers slid up and down her soaked lips she heard him moan. Removing his fingers he moved to lick them clean. Surprising him, she caught his hand and brought his fingers to her own mouth, flickering her tongue over his flesh. Moaning she tasted herself on his skin, she looked at him and smiled letting his hand go. "How close are we now?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "About five minutes." she replied, her voice equally as rough. Her foot pushed down on the accelerator, the car moving quickly down the road. He smiled as he watched the needle on the speedometer inch up, attesting to the fact that she was extremely anxious. He was very anxious as well, his cock rock hard and pulsing beneath his pants. The little show she had given, licking his fingers clean, had gotten him harder than he'd been in a long time. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. He looked over at Holly, noticing her hands gripping the steering wheel, her legs shifting restlessly against each other and smiled; glad she wasn't too comfortable either. She reached above his head, pushing the button that would open her garage door. Pulling into her driveway, she pulled into the garage and hit the button again and turned off the car. They both got out of the car, Holly waiting for Ian at the door to her house. He came up behind her, and settled his hands on her hips, pushing his hips against hers, letting her feel the bulging evidence of his arousal. Moaning, Holly tipped her head back, pillowing it on his shoulder. Ian slid one hand up the side of her body, cupping her breast in his hand. It was small, but fit his hand perfectly. He lowered his head, nipping the flesh of her neck, nuzzling it as his fingers came together over her nipple, gently pinching. Gasping, Holly tilted her head, giving him better access to her flesh. Her back arched, pressing into his hand. Ian brought his other hand up, turning her face to his, his lips latching onto hers. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and she opened, accepting his tongue into her mouth. He plundered, stroking his tongue against hers, his hand moving down and cupping her other breast. Pinching her other nipple, his hips started pushing against her ass using the same rhythm his fingers were using. Moaning into his mouth, her hips pushed back against him, her legs quivering. Feeling this, Ian pulled his hands away from her breasts and gently pushed her hips away from his throbbing erection. Pulling his mouth away he looked down at her, smiling at the picture she made. "How about that tour you promised me?" he asked, stroking his hand down her back, pulling her close to his side. "Ummm, sure." she said, her voice husky, confusion on her face. Her hand shook as she lifted it to unlock the door. Inserting the key and turning it, Holly pushed the door open and stepped into her kitchen. Ian followed, looking around with great interest. Her kitchen was decorated in white and black with all the latest appliances. She obviously liked to cook, judging from the racks of cookbooks on the counter. She turned to him and said, "This is my kitchen, and through there is the dining room." He looked through and saw a very classy dinette table with four chairs. It was decorated in black and white as well with splashes of hunter green and burgundy. She led him into the living room, which was decorated in navy blue and cream; he also noticed that she had an awesome home theater system. He could just imagine watching a football game on her TV while sitting on that very comfy looking couch. Moving out of the living room she pointed out the bathroom and guest bedroom. Her bathroom was decorated in a celestial theme, and the guest bedroom was decorated in a cream color. They walked down the hallway and came to a stop outside of her bedroom door. She looked up at him and smiled. "My bedroom is a little over the top. When I bought this house I combined two rooms into one by knocking a wall out. I just though I'd warn you before we went in." She turned the doorknob and opened the door, flipping the light switch on as she stepped into the room. The room was filled with muted light, simulating firelight. The carpet was a deep burgundy color and very thick pile; his feet sank into it as he stepped into the room behind her. The first thing that caught his eye was the bed. It was a huge king size canopy pedestal bed. There were heavy burgundy drapes totally spanning one wall of the room. Obviously there was a huge bank of windows across that wall. On the opposite side of the room was a door, which obviously led into her private bathroom. There was also a huge dresser situated directly across from the bed, on which sat a huge vanity mirror. It didn't escape him what the mirror could be used for. As he stepped further into the room he noticed that her closet took up another whole wall and the doors were mirrored as well. 'She must like to look at herself.' he thought to himself. Looking over at her he found he couldn't blame her. She was a knockout, especially with that long black hair and lovely golden complexion. Taking another look at her bed, he noticed the bedding was burgundy silk, and unlike so many other women there weren't a lot of pillows on her bed. There were four king sized pillows with burgundy pillow shams on them and that was it. "You have a lovely home. Did you do the renovations and decorations yourself?" he asked, walking around the room, noticing that she didn't have any knick-knacks or family photos sitting around. She watched him as she replied, "Yes, it took me a while, but I finally got it all done. Thank you very much for your compliment on my home. I worked hard to acquire it and get it the way I wanted it." Walking closer to her he smiled, "Well, you did a wonderful job renovating it. Maybe you can help me out with mine," he said, coming to a stop in front of her and taking her hand. "Maybe you can even help me with this." he said as he guided her hand down and placing it over his still rock hard cock. She gasped, her hand moving over it, measuring its length and width. He moaned as her hand moved over his cock. Pushing his hips into her hand he slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, pulling her closer, his hands moving into her hair and settling his lips against hers. Sliding her hand up she slid it inside his pants and wrapped it around his cock. He moaned against her mouth as he traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. She groaned and opened her mouth, giving him access to the honeyed recesses of her mouth. He gripped her wrist in his hand and gently removed her hand from his cock. Gently pushing her towards the bed, Ian kept his mouth locked to hers. As the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed, he broke the kiss. Looking down at her he asked, "Do you want to finish this? I know it's really fast, but I've wanted to do this since you hopped down from your truck this afternoon." "Yes, I want to finish this. I've never been more sure of anything in my life." she replied, lifting her hands to the hem of his shirt and pushing it up, exposing his lightly furred chest which was just as tanned as his face and arms. She marveled at the width and musculature of his chest. Her fingers trailed over his washboard abs, lightly scraping her fingernails over his skin. He shivered at the contact of her nails against his flesh. She lowered her head; kissing his chest, light feathery touches of her lips, moving across his chest until coming to one of his nipples. Opening her mouth, her tongue flicked out, lashing at the sensitive nubbins of flesh. He sucked in a breath, his hands moving to cradle the back of her head as she sucked his nipple, gently nibbling on it. Gasping, Ian fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her mouth away from his heated flesh. Looking down at her, he silently shook his head, gently pushing her back on the bed. "I want to bring you pleasure first. If I do something you don't like, don't hesitate to stop me," he told her, looking very serious. "Don't worry, I will, but please don't hesitate to do anything you want to me. Within reason of course," she replied a wicked smile gracing her lips. Still standing at the side of the bed, Ian reached down, settling his hands on her thighs. Slowly sliding them down, he learned the contours of her legs as he captured one of her feet and slowly removed her shoe. Setting it beside the bed, he repeated his motion with her other leg, setting the second shoe beside the first. Sliding his hands back up her legs he slid them over her hips and gripped them, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Bending at the waist, Ian propped himself on his elbows, lying across her body, his cock pressed against her pussy. Holly moaned, her hips pushing up into his. He moaned as he kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth, dueling with hers as her hands slid into his hair, holding him in place. He worshipped her mouth with his, his lips and tongue stroking along her tongue, lips and teeth. Breaking the kiss Ian ran his mouth over her jaw line and up to her ear. Whispering Ian said, "You're beautiful, I have thought so since the moment we met." She shivered at his words, moaning softly in response. Gripping her hips, Ian moved her so that she was fully stretched out on the bed. She smiled at him as he knelt between her spread thighs. Stripping out of his shirt, he threw it to the side. Looking up at him, Holly gasped again, he was a magnificent piece of male. His chest was very broad and tan, just a dusting of hair graced his pectoral muscles, which was the same shade as the hair on his head. His nipples were small and brown. His chest tapered down into a narrow waist and lean hips. She watched him as he settled his hands on her thighs, then sliding them up. As his hands slid up he gathered her skirt until it was bunched around her waist. He slid his hand beneath her neck, untying the halter-top and peeling it off of her body. Doing the same with her skirt, he looked down at her and smiled. She lay before him, her legs spread on either side of his, clad only in her lacy black bra. Her chest heaved with her excited breath. His hands settled on her hips, feeling the bones beneath her skin. Smoothing his hands up over her waist and over her ribcage he leaned over, pressing his lips to the flesh of her abdomen. She sighed and shivered, her nipples tightening against the lace of her bra at the proximity of his mouth. Noticing this, Ian smiled against her skin; his hands moving up to cup her breasts. His palms pressed against her nipples making her moan. With his fingers Ian flicked open the front clasp on her bra and he gasped as her bare breasts came into view. They may have been small, but they were beautifully made. They were perky and her nipples were a dusky rose color. Her nipples were hard with arousal and crowned the mounds of her breasts magnificently. Leaning down again Ian slid his tongue across the underside of her breast making her moan loudly. Holly arched her back silently begging. He chuckled against her skin as he slid his tongue across her flesh to the other breast, tasting the slightly salty skin. Finally, he decided to give her what she wanted. He planted tiny kisses up her breast until he hovered over her nipple. Gently, he blew on it, watching it peak even more under his mouth. She squirmed beneath him, arching her back, trying to get closer. Flicking the tip of his tongue against her nipple he smiled as she cried out in pleasure. Burning Desires At her husky cry Ian felt his cock harden even more. He hadn't thought he could get any harder than he already was. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he was rewarded with a rough sigh of pleasure. Gently flicking at the tip of her nipple, he raised his hand and cupped her other breast, pinching her neglected nipple between his forefinger and thumb, rolling it and gently pulling at it. Holly cried out again, her back arching, pressing her flesh insistently against his mouth and hand. Pulling his mouth away from her nipple he smiled as she pouted. Unable to help himself, Ian kissed her pouting lips. She moaned against his lips as her hands moved up to hold his head in place. Drinking deeply from her mouth, his hands moved up, gently cupping her breasts again, teasing the dark nipples with his fingers. She moaned into his mouth again, her hips arching up, her bare pussy pressing against his hard, trapped cock. He moaned as he felt her heat and wetness seep through his dress pants. "Wow honey, you're really wet!" he murmured against her lips. "I've been this way since I saw you." she replied, her hands sliding down his back, gripping his ass and pressing herself against him harder. Lowering his head, Ian latched his mouth to her neck, giving her a love bite that anyone that was looking would see. She gasped, her neck arching, a cry escaping her lips as he ground his hips into her. Sliding down her body, he gave each nipple a lick as he kissed and nibbled his way down her body. Spreading her thighs wider with his hands he thrust his tongue into her belly button. She giggled, but the laughter died as she looked down. Ian was poised over her pussy, looking up at her, his hands on her thighs spreading them. "Watch me," he said "I want you to watch me give you pleasure." She shuddered at his words, her inner muscles clenching slightly. He looked down at her pink glistening flesh, licking his lips. She moaned as she watched him run his tongue across his lips. Lowering his head, he flicked out his tongue, tasting her for the first time. He moaned against her flesh at her sweet yet musky taste. The vibrations from his moans transferred themselves to her flesh and she moaned as well. Ian slid his hands to the backs of her thighs and pushed them up and out, giving himself the best access to her juicy pussy. Moving his mouth closer, he opened wide and enveloped her entire pussy into the heat of his mouth and sucked. She cried out, her hips bucking up and almost unseating him. Latching onto her hips and holding them against the bed, Ian flicked his tongue against her lips, making her cry out in pleasure. Placing one hand on her lower abdomen, he held her in place as he brought his other hand between her widespread thighs. Removing his mouth, he slid a finger into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva. She watched as he pulled his finger out of his mouth and slid it up and down her soaked slit, flicking it against her clit a couple of times. She cried out again, her thighs beginning to tremble. Sliding his finger back down, he slowly slid it inside of her. He moaned against her flesh as he felt how tight she was. He was definitely going to have to prepare her before entering her himself. She shuddered as he started sliding his finger in and out of her body. He looked up and noticed her eyes were closed, "Open your eyes, sweetheart, I want you to watch me make you come." Ian said, his voice husky, his face glistening with her juices. She opened her eyes, which were glazed with pleasure. He smiled, pleased with her for doing as he asked. Holly watched as he slid a second finger inside of her, stretching her tight channel. She moaned, feeling her muscles stretch. He smiled again and slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of her body. Leaning forward he flicked his tongue against her clit with the same rhythm his fingers were using. Her hands clenched in the bedspread beneath her, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. He watched her writhe beneath his mouth as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Setting the edge of his teeth against the hypersensitive nub of flesh, he gently bit. At the unexpected sensation she screamed in pleasure, her flesh pulsing around his fingers and against his mouth. Her hips bucked hard as she came, unseating his mouth for a moment. Slipping his fingers out of her, he licked them clean and attached his mouth to the hot flesh of her pussy, lapping up every drop of her come. His hands smoothed over her hips and thighs, calming her as her orgasm subsided. Looking up at her he smiled as her eyes opened, glassy with satisfaction. His hands skimmed up her ribcage as he moved up and lay next to her, his hand gently stroking her cheek. She turned her head towards him and smiled, rolling over on her side. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and chest. He sighed in pleasure as her soft palms slid over his hard chest, his nipples scraping against her palms. Sliding her hands down his stomach, she kissed him as her hands found his rock hard cock. Moaning in pleasure Ian pushed his hips against her hands. Holly wrapped one hand around his cock and cupped her other hand beneath his balls, gently massaging them. Her hand gently squeezed as she started to stroke up and down on his cock. Her mouth brushed his, moaning as she tasted herself on his lips and she took the kiss deeper, her hand still stroking his cock. Enjoying the taste of his mouth Holly slid her tongue inside, stroking along his, still able to taste herself in his mouth. Moaning into his mouth Holly broke the kiss, sliding her mouth down his chin, leaving a moist trail of kisses down his throat. He moaned as her lips traced his pectoral muscles, her tongue tracing the edge of his nipple. His hands came up and his fingers slid into her hair, his back arching, pushing his chest against her mouth. She flicked her tongue against his nipple, making him gasp in pleasure. Holly slid her mouth to his other nipple, teasing it the same way she did the first one. Her hands maintained a slow but steady pace of stroking, squeezing and massaging against his cock and balls. Building him up, she stopped as she felt him near his breaking point, barely stroking him with the tips of her fingers. He whimpered in pleasure as her mouth coursed down the middle of his stomach, getting closer and closer to where he wanted her to be. As Holly situated herself between his thighs, he watched her with keen interest. She sat back on her heels, pulling her hands away from his flesh. Ian growled at the loss of sensation, his hips pushing up, silently begging her to touch him again. She chuckled, deciding to take pity on him. She wrapped her hand around him again, stroking up, her thumb sliding over the head of his cock. Leaning forward she flicked her tongue out, capturing the crystalline drop of pre-come on the tip of his cock. Ian cried out in pleasure, his body shuddering at the touch of her tongue. "Ohhh, Holly!! Please take me in your mouth!!" he cried out, his hands reaching for her. She smiled up at him, watching him as she enveloped his cock in the heat of her mouth. Slowly she slid her mouth down his length. He moaned loudly, his hands sliding into her hair, guiding her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. She added suction into the mix and his fingers tightened into fists in her hair. As his fingers pulled at her hair, she moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through his flesh. "Christ! Holly!! I'm going to cum!!" Ian shouted, his cock swelling in Holly's mouth. She tilted her head forward and took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth and throat. He shouted in pleasure again, his hips jerking against her face. His come blasted down her throat, she moaned again as she swallowed every drop. She could feel his body quivering as his hands loosened from her hair. Slowly, she licked his cock clean, her tongue flickering against it, drawing moans and groans of pleasure from Ian's throat. Lifting her head, she smiled up at him and licked her lips clean, moaning at the taste of him on her own flesh. "Mmmm, you taste good darlin," she said, her grin widening as he gripped her shoulders, bringing her up until she was lying on his chest. His cock still rock hard against her belly. "And it looks like you're ready for round two." "Oh, yeah, I can't wait to get into that tight little pussy of yours." Ian told her, his hands sliding down her sides, latching onto her hips and rolling her beneath him. Kneeling between her legs, he flipped her over so that she was on her stomach and lifted her hips urging her to put her knees on the bed beneath her. She moaned, wondering how he knew this was her favorite position. "The only way I'm going to be able to fuck you properly the first time is this way. You're too tight for me to get in all the way in the normal position. Plus, I love to take a woman this way. I bet you love this position too, don't you?" Ian asked, his hands caressing her back and ass. Sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs, he gently spread them wider, his hand pushing down on her shoulders, urging her to rest her chest on the bed, her ass in the air. "Yes, this is my favorite position. It makes me feel so dirty." Holly replied, her thighs quivering against his hands as he spread them wider. She moaned as she felt his finger slide up and down her soaked slit. Spreading her pussy lips, he pushed two fingers inside her, gently pumping them in and out, then slipping a third finger inside her, twisting them slightly. She moaned, her ass pushing back, riding his fingers. Ian lowered his head, slipping his tongue over her wet flesh, tasting the evidence of her arousal. Flicking his tongue against the nub of her clit, watching as her hips jerked in response. Ian leaned back, bringing his hand against her ass cheek with a light slap. He watched her body quiver as he landed another slightly sharper slap. She gasped and shifted slightly, pushing her ass a little higher in the air. He chuckled, watching her skin redden from the palm of his hand. Unable to resist, Ian slapped her upturned ass again, a little harder this time and he smiled as he heard her groan. Holly's body rocked back and forth, the muted light making the wet flesh between her firm and luscious thighs glisten. He cupped her dark pink, swollen and wet flesh in the palm of his hand. She moaned at the contact of his hand against her super sensitive flesh. Ian leaned forward, running his lips and tongue over the flesh of her lower back and ass cheeks. He slowly crooked his two middle fingers, pushing them deep inside the tight folds of her pussy. As he slowly thrust them in and out of her tight, but slippery channel he brought his other hand down in a resounding slap against her ass cheek. Holly rolled her head to the side, crying out in ecstasy as her pussy clenched and convulsed around his thrusting fingers. Her eyes opened and looked across the room, looking into the mirror on top of her dresser. What she saw there made her moan loudly, her pussy rewarding him with another rush of wetness, slicking his fingers and hand. Ian looked in the direction of Holly's gaze, having forgotten about the many mirrors in her room. Watching her in the mirror he smiled, noticing her eyes were half shut, and her mouth open and panting as her hips began to thrust back and forth, fucking his hand. He slid a third finger inside her on one of her backwards thrusts. She cried out as she felt him add the third finger, stretching her muscles. He smiled in the mirror as he watched her mouth open as she cried out. Before she could come again, he pulled his hand away from her. She whimpered at the loss of sensation, her eyes opening and meeting his in the mirror. Ian gripped his cock in the hand that he'd just pulled away from Holly's pussy. He slicked his cock in her juices, lubing himself up a little. She moaned again as she watched him stroke his cock with his hand. "Watch me Holly," he commanded, "Watch me slide my big thick cock deep into your tight, wet little pussy." She moaned her eyes glued to the mirror as he steadied her with a hand pressing against the small of her back. His other hand guided his cock to press against her pussy, sliding the head up and down her soaked slit, teasing a whimper of frustration from her mouth. He smiled at her in the mirror as he positioned the head at the opening of her pussy. Keeping her still, he used one hand to dip into her with his finger around the head of his cock, making his flesh glisten with her juices. She moaned and tried to push back against him, feeling his fingers invading just the entrance to her pussy. He brought his hand against her ass cheek with a loud slap. "Not yet. No taking." He said, his voice hoarse with strain. He pushed his hips forward a little, tearing his gaze off the mirror, he looked down, and looking at the tip of his cock barely nestled among her swollen, dark pink lips he lost control. His hands reached forward, latching onto her shoulders as his hips drove forcefully forward, his cock stretching her tiny pussy fast and hard. His cock relentlessly pushed against her tightness as her body shuddered, her cry of pain and pleasure barely registering in his fractured mind as he pulled out and drove hard into her body again. Holly watched in the mirror as Ian ravaged her body, she knew his control had snapped. Finally, her pussy became used to his length and girth as he pounded mercilessly into her body. His head was tipped back and he shouted in pleasure as her hips started to meet his thrusts. Moving his hands from her shoulders to her hips, he helped her thrust against him. Feeling her tight sheath getting tighter around him, he looked over at the mirror again. Holly's head was rolling back and forth on the mattress, her moans and groans of pleasure finally registering to his mind, although his thrusts did not slow in speed or intensity. He did have the presence of mind to slide one of his hands over her hip and across her belly, sliding one of his fingers between the swollen and slick lips of her pussy. Searching, Ian gave a grunt of victory as he found her hard little clit. A second finger joining the first he drove into her hard, seating himself fully inside of her, his cock head pressing hard against her cervix as he pinched her clit, pulling on it. He body shook hard, a scream ripping out of her throat as her pussy squeezed around his cock, fast and hard spasms of the muscles, gripping his cock like a velvet glove. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she tried to pull away from the sensations. Ian had other plans, keeping his cock buried in her pussy, he wrapped his arm around her hips, trapping her as his other hand pinched and pulled on her clit. Tears of ecstasy spilled down her face as he brought one orgasm after another slamming into her perspiration soaked body, her inner thighs covered in her come. Deciding she had had enough for now, Ian pulled his hand away from her clit, putting it back on her hip. Picking the pace back up, he brought her hips back as he drove forward, seating himself to the hilt with each stroke. Breathing in fast short pants, Ian's hips slapped against her wet thighs and ass harder and faster. Coming to his breaking point, Ian dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, throwing his head back and howling out his completion as his cock swelled, stretching her pussy even more. He erupted inside of her and she groaned, feeling his cock pulse inside of her as he filled her with his seed. Holly whimpered as she felt the hot fluid of his come jet deep into her body, his hips still jerking and slapping against her ass. Ian collapsed across her back, his weight driving her hips down and into the bed. They lay like that for several moments as their breathing and heartbeats slowed to a more normal rate. Slowly, Ian's cock softened but did not slip out of her body, effectively keeping his come inside of her. Groaning, Ian gently started to pull his hips back, wincing as Holly cried out as his cock head dragged against the highly sensitive inner flesh of her pussy. His hands caressed her trembling form as he moved beside her. Her eyes were still closed and her breath still panting out of her parted lips. Moving off of the bed, Ian walked into the bathroom to fetch a hot washcloth. Moving back into the bedroom, Ian sat on the bed beside her still form. He gently urged her to turn over on to her back. Sliding his hand between her thighs he pressed the hot cloth against the swollen and engorged flesh of her pussy, making her moan in pleasure. The fingertips of his other hand traced the red marks just becoming visible on her hips from where his fingers had dug into her soft flesh. "Holly? Can you hear me?" Ian asked, concern in his voice. She hadn't said a word and he was worried that she was angry or hurt in some way. When she didn't respond, he gently shook her shoulder. As her eyes fluttered open, she took in the sight of Ian leaning over her, a concerned look on his face. Her heart was still pounding and her flesh tingled against the washcloth pressed intimately against it. She heard his voice as if it was coming from the next room, instead of right beside her. As she tried to bring her mind into focus enough to speak, she raised a hand, settling it against his chest, her fingers visibly trembling as the after effects of her orgasms set in. He felt her body start to tremble, getting a little more worried at Holly's continuing silence. He also noticed how glassy and unfocused her eyes were. He watched her open her mouth and shut it again as she struggled to speak. "Please, Holly, say something," he pleaded, his eyes and voice telling her how concerned he was. He knew he had lost control and had possibly hurt her. Clearing her throat Holly slid her tongue over her dry lips. Ian's eyes widened as he felt his cock stir as he watched the path her tongue had taken. When she finally spoke, her voice was husky and slightly strained. "I'm fine Ian, I just couldn't string a thought together to save my life. I have never felt anything like that in my entire life!" she exclaimed, her body starting to relax, the tremors coursing through her beginning to slow. "What you're doing with that washcloth is working wonders. I feel a little tender there, the warmth is soothing it a bit." she told him, pressing herself against the cloth and his hand. He smiled down at her, relieved that she wasn't angry or hurt from his aggressiveness earlier. He still felt the need to apologize for his loss of control, especially their first time together. "Holly," he began, his voice faltering a little, "I'm really sorry I lost control earlier. Something just snapped, and I couldn't control myself." he explained. "Ian," she replied, "it's ok, really. The tenderness is nothing that a hot bath or shower can't cure, and the loss of control on your part is nothing compared to the pleasure you gave me. I've never come that many times in a row. You wouldn't have known it, but I like sex just a little on the rougher side of the scale. You gave me exactly what I wanted and needed. Unfortunately, since it has been so long since I've been with a man, it may be a while before I can participate." Holly told him with a sheepish grin on her face. "We have all the time in the world to explore each others desires and fantasies. We can afford to take a few days to learn more about each other." Ian said to her, smiling and stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. Noticing that the washcloth he had pressed against Holly's ravaged flesh had gone cool; he tossed it aside and scooped her up in his arms, smiling at her small shocked gasp. "I'm going to give you that hot bath you were talking about earlier." Ian smiled at her, setting her down on the closed lid of the toilet as he started the water running in the tub. Making it fairly hot, he tipped a bottle of lavender oil into the running water. Knowing he'd smell like a girl Ian went ahead and slipped into the tub first, motioning for her to get in and sit on his lap. As she lowered herself into the water, Holly's breath hissed out thru her teeth as her swollen pussy met the hot water. Burning Desires Ian noticed and pulled her against his chest, settling her in his lap. His hands slid down her waist and over her hips, his fingertips gently rubbing the soreness out of her muscles. Holly moaned in pleasure as the hot water and the rubbing of his talented fingers worked magic on her body. She relaxed and went liquid against his body, pillowing her head on his shoulder; she closed her eyes so she could enjoy the sensations more. Moaning again, Holly shifted against Ian as he parted her thighs, massaging the flesh of her inner thighs as he worked his way across her flesh. The massage relaxed the muscles that had been previously knotted and tense with strain and overuse. Her thighs fell open on his lap as she shifted again, gasping as she felt the length and width of his cock press against her ass. "Just ignore it darlin'." Ian suggested, his chest vibrating against her back as he chuckled. Shifting slightly, she let his cock slip between her thighs. He moaned against her ear as her hand ventured down, wrapping around the length of his cock. His head dropped to her shoulder, his lips caressing her flesh, his fingers having gone still against her thighs. She gently squeezed his shaft as she started to slide her hand up and down the length, her thumb slipping over the head of his cock. "I can't ignore someone in need baby." Holly replied, her hand starting to stroke him faster, squeezing slightly. She hissed as his teeth nipped at the flesh of her shoulder, his hands moving, cupping her breasts, his wet thumbs sliding over her hard nipples. She moaned softly, her back arching towards his hands, her hands moving faster on his cock. His hips started to push up and into her hands, thrusting against her stroking fingers. Ian's fingers gently but firmly clasped her nipples between them, gently pinching and pulling on them, matching the rhythm she was using on his cock. Holly tightened her hand around him, her other hand moving down and cupping his balls in her hand. He let out a ragged sigh as she started to massage his balls, her hand squeezing his cock with the same tempo. "Baby, I'm going to cum!" Ian breathed into her ear, his fingers pinching her nipples a little harder, making her moan. "Cum baby, I want to watch you cum all over my breasts and stomach. I want to see it land on my skin." Holly encouraged him, her hands stroking and massaging faster. At her words, Ian's hands gripped her breasts in a tighter grip making her cry out in pleasure. His hips pumped against her hands, making water lap at the sides of the tub, some splashing out onto the floor. Letting out a loud guttural moan Ian thrust his hips up once more, his cock swelling in her hand as his balls tightened in her other hand. Holly watched in fascination as his cum spurted up, hitting the skin of her stomach and breasts. His head dropped forward onto his shoulder, his body shuddering in ecstasy beneath her. Holly moaned as she slid her hands up, rubbing his hot cum into her skin, making it shiny and slick. Ian opened his eyes and watched her motions over her shoulder. Watching her rub his cum into her skin Ian groaned, his cock twitching against the flesh of her inner thigh. "Ahhh, I see your little soldier isn't quite satisfied yet." Holly said, her hand moving back down, her fingertips stroking his skin. Ian groaned into her ear, "Holly, you can't, you'll be too sore tomorrow as it is." "I don't care, I need you inside me," she said, her voice husky with need. She turned around on his lap, facing him, her pussy hovering over the tip of his cock. She pushed her hips down, crying out as his cock pierced her body, stretching her still tight pussy. He gasped, grabbing her hips and slowing her progress, not wanting her to hurt herself. She groaned in frustration as he slowed her hips. As he slowly pulled her hips down, her breath hissed out from between her teeth as she felt his cock slowly stretch her tight sheath. "Ahhhh, God, Holly, you are so unbelievably tight!!" Ian exclaimed, his head thrown back as he brought her hips the rest of the way down. Squirming slightly, Holly made sure every inch of his cock was buried deep inside her body. He gasped again as he slipped further inside of her. Her hips pressed against him, grinding down. His head came back up, his arms wrapping around her waist. His mouth found and latched onto her nipple, sucking and flicking against the tight little nub of flesh. Kissing his way over, Ian gave the other nipple the same treatment. She moaned, her hips beginning to raise and lower on top of him. He moaned against the flesh of her breast, his teeth gently nipping, bearing down a little harder when her hips jerked against him, squeezing his cock harder inside of her. Ian's hands moved to cup her ass, kneading the soft supple flesh, he helped her slide up and down on his cock. Her head tipped back, exposing her throat as she groaned in pleasure, her hips grinding down each time their hips met. He gritted his teeth, feeling the cum in his balls boil, knowing he was close. Wanting her to cum with him he moved one of his hands from her ass, splaying it on her stomach. She cried out again as his thumb pressed against her clit. Rubbing her clit in fast circular motions he watched her as she threw her head back, her body arching. He could feel her pussy tremor around him and decided to shove her over the edge. His other hand moved slightly, his pinky finger plunged into her ass. She screamed in pleasure, her body shaking hard above him, her pussy convulsing around his cock, her muscles milking the cum out of his aching balls as he shouted in pleasure, shooting his cum deep inside her. As the tremors wracking her body slowed, she pulled her hips up, moaning as his cock slid out of her over-used pussy. His hand immediately cupped her swollen and abused flesh, gently massaging it. Taking his hand away from her pussy, he gently washed her spent body and his. Rinsing them off, Ian picked Holly up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her in her bed. He crawled in beside her and watched her fall instantly into a deep, exhausted sleep. He smiled, snuggling up to her back and cupping her breasts in his hands. Soon he drifted off to sleep as well. Burning Desires, Secret Pleasures Hi all; I am new to writing for others, so by all means, please comment and tell me what you think, and how I can improve!. Enjoy this tantalizing introduction. ******* He had had a long hard day at work, and when he got home, all he wanted to do was relax. She greeted him with a coy smile, pressing herself against him as she hugged him, then stood back and raised an eyebrow expectantly. "well?" She asked sweetly, "what do you think?" Placing his hands on her hips he took a step backward and took a moment to admire the view. Her gorgeous, fit young body was wrapped in a tight, white tank top, the shortest dark denim mini skirt he has ever seen her wear, and a three quarter sleeve length button up blouse in a red tartan pattern set the outfit off. He was willing to bet she wasn't wearing anything under it either... "Sweetheart..." He murmured, pulling her close and gently nibbling her ear as his hand slid down her back to gently squeeze her ass, " You look delicious..." "Thank you darling" She purred, rubbing her voluptuous bosom against his chest, and, through his thin cotton shirt, nibbling at a nipple. Suddenly she pulled away from him, large brown eyes burning with desire, but filled with mischief. "I'm sorry sweetie," she told him sweetly, apologetically almost, if it weren't for the laughter in her eyes, "but I'm afraid I'm not ready for you yet!" "Oh aren't you just?" He asked wryly, reaching to embrace her again, but she lithely avoided capture with the ease of practice, laughing mischief prominent on her face. "Nope" she murmured huskily in his ear as she sidled up behind him, "I'm not. But maybe, just maybe, if you go and...relax...for just 5 minutes, maybe then I will be." Then, before he could negotiate she wrapped herself around him and kissed him, long and deep, her tongue exploring the depths of his mouth hungrily, her hands gently teasing his flesh, her nails delicately scraping his sides, his back, his face until he felt a deep burning desire, then, just as he was about to pull rank and drag her to the bedroom, she slipped away, darted toward the back door, turned, and tossed him a key. "Five minutes!" She reminded him, then disappeared out into the dark, and into, he assumed, the small art studio at the back of the block. Watching her disappear into the dark, he took a deep calming breath; the sweet vixen had most certainly made sure he was wound tightly, as tight as he could possibly be wound. 'No matter,' he thought as he poured himself a icy beer, ' likely all things considered he would be able to regain an even footing later.' With that thought he glanced at the clock...another 3 minutes. Damn. Returning to his beer he trued to forget the clock, but the ticking became a loud, insistent booming within the house as he tried to imagine what she was up to out there in the dark...and was she wearing anything under that tiny outfit? If so, what? How much? Just thinking about it had him imagining running his hands down her smooth, tan young body, grasping her firm breasts and kneading them in his hands, pinching her dark nipples between his fingers and rolling them, first gently, then more firmly, until he made her gasp with the pain, and the pleasure... 'Time's up!' He realized, and a wolfish grin spread slowly across his handsome face, his grey-blue eyes lighting up with anticipation and need. Taking the key she had so carelessly tossed him, he stood, stretched his well muscled form, and headed for the door, his mind already thinking through the endless possibilities of what she could possibly have waiting for him outside in the art studio. Approaching the small studio he noticed the lights were on, and dimmed, and excitement rising, he slowed his pace, attempted to reduce the amount of noise each and every step he took made. In his mind he imagined her, seductresses body draped across the lounge in the studio, or maybe stretched out on the mattress she kept there, for when she worked through the night, her red tartan top unbuttoned and open, exposing her lacy, barely covering bra... Quickening his pace, no longer mindful of his silence, he strode toward the door, fumbled the key into the lock, and swung the door open. At first the room was too bright, and for a second he simply stood there, allowing his eyes to adjust to the glare of the electrical lights. Slowly, as his vision adjusted, he was able to make out a form, kneeling on the floor in front of him, head bowed, back to him, hands cuffed behind her back and connected via a slim, silver chain to similar cuffs on her ankles, the whole arrangement pulling her strong, slender form upright, and making her arch her smooth, golden shoulders backward. Her red tartan shirt was crumpled on the floor behind her, and she now wore only her tiny, barely covering denim skirt, and her tight, low cut white tank top. Again, he found himself wondering what, if anything, she was wearing beneath the outfit... Silently he walked up behind her, and reaching her, gently scraped his nails across her shoulders and down her arms, noting her blind fold as he did so, reveling in her sharp intake of breath, and the excited trembling that overtook her body. For a moment he stood back, simply observing her. Silently he paced around her, observing her nipples, hard and proud, standing out against her tight white top, and her chest, heaving with every breath she took, her firm large breasts moving in rhythm. Reaching forward, he took one perky nipple between thumb and forefinger, and without warning, squeezed it hard. She moaned, leaning toward him, her breathing becoming heavier...'please!' She begged him, leaning into the hand with which he strongly held her nipple. Obligingly he applied more pressure, crouching next to her as he did so, and gently, lightly, ran his other hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Her cries escalated from simply begging for more, to cries of pleasure, and her body, previously still, was now trembling uncontrollably as she begged for more. Lightly he brushed against her dripping opening with his other hand; so, his suspicions had been correct, he mused; no underwear, and no bra. Sexy. Gently he swirled his index finger around her clitoris, finger slippery with her juices, and leaning in, grasped her other nipple between his teeth, and gently bit down, sucking it in between his teeth, swirling his tongue over the tip. Realizing begging would get her nowhere, she urgently attempted to shift her body so his finger would slip into her, but teasingly he shifted it, and, drawing completely away from her body, he stood and stepped back.