2 comments/ 10573 views/ 3 favorites I Know You By: moonfae I know you: your rough hands that can be so gentle despite their texture; your taste, a bit spicy with a hint of something I can't quite place; your scent of the woods after a rainstorm. I know your voice, the timber that still sends chills down my spine to my very core, and your breath, hot and urgent in my ear as the stubble on your chin scrapes my neck. I know your silky hair as it cascades around my naked breasts when you nip at my stomach. The moment I first heard you speak I wanted you. Your voice was unlike any I had heard before, wrapping around my body like the wind and slipping into parts of me I'd hardly thought about at that point. I don't remember how long it took, but finally I had you in my bed, where you have been ever since. And it is always as good as the first time. Your voice was full of awe as you described each inch of flesh revealed to you by my shedding clothes. Your hands and mouth follow your words, not in a race to the finish but a lingering trail that started with my hair and ended with my toes. You had nipped and suckled your way down my back, then turned me over and moved up my front. I was on fire with my need for you, and when you blew cool air onto my wet sex I thought I'd come off the bed. Your tongue slid up the lips before brushing the bundle of nerves at the top. I cried out, but you wouldn't stop. Your tongue pulsed around my clit, sucking and pulling it. My hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer and my heels dug into your back. You continued to lick and suck until I was whimpering your name. Before I went over the edge, though, you pulled away. "Not yet" your voice floated over me. I longed to see your face, to know what desire was in your eyes, but your hands were on me again, brushing and scraping as you took my hands and tied them above my head. Sensing my hesitation you whispered "Trust me" before sucking an already puckered nipple into your mouth. My breasts are little more then a handful for you, yet you almost worship them as you nip and kiss each one. As you lowered your mouth to my sensitive stomach, eliciting small gasps and moans, one of your hands had worked its way down to my heat again. You slid one finger, then two, into me. Your thumb stroked my clit as your fingers danced in and out in a rhythm that matched my pounding heart. I was begging you to fill me at that point. Slowly you obliged. First with just your tip, pulsing and throbbing. Achingly slow you pushed into me until you reached my maidenhead. You pulled back a bit. "Please" I said. "Please." "Are you sure?" you brushed hair from my face. "It will hurt." "It will hurt more if you don't" I had responded. You kissed me deeply and took me in one swift rock of your hips. I winced, but said nothing. The pain throbbed with your length inside me. I shifted a bit and gasped at the wave of mixed pain and pleasure that I found. You tried to still me. "Shh... just wait." I could tell you were struggling to stay still. I moved again though, arching towards you in invitation. You pulled out and slid back into me. There was no more pain after that, only need for release. Our rhythm quickly matched, our hips met in thrust after thrust. I strained against my ties, wanting to feel you, to dig my nails into your back and pull you deeper inside me. The more I struggled the more I wanted to get your slick skin under my hands. My legs had wrapped around yours, bringing us closer. My mind could hardly form words except to moan your name over and over like a mantra. I felt the pressure lifting me higher and higher off the bed. "Don't stop" I begged, remembering earlier. Instead you sped up, thrusting faster, nearly grunting with the effort. My body coiled tighter and tighter until I exploded with bliss. It rolled over me in waves and I called your name out. In that moment you had managed to reach out and untie my hands. You pulled me up into your lap, grinding into me still. My hands dug into your hair, pulling your head aside so I could suck the hollow of your collarbone. You shudder as you fall back on the bed, me straddling you. I then had full control to thrust against you as urgently as I needed to. Your hands encircled my hips and lifted me up and down your shaft as your worked your hips in time. I felt myself peaking again and threw my head back in wild abandon, only able to call out wordlessly. The second wave was much more intense, especially when you joined me with your own release. Our bodies thrummed with it. In the moments after our joining, as our heartbeats slowed and matched, we merely clung to each other. Then you kissed my blind eyes and thanked me for letting you know me like that. Oh yes, I know you. I've always known you. Even though I have never actually seen you before, and probably never will, I know you. I Know You I see you heading home, I already know where you live, I have been watching you, I follow you. You are distracted as you turn into your building and I follow you up to your apartment. My pulse quickens as I watch you open your door, I catch up, step quickly in behind you and close the door. You turn and look at me... a tall blonde has followed you into your apartment and your mind can't quite grasp what that means. I look you up and down, you are wearing khakis, desert boots, a blue button down shirt, a cap, clothes familiar to me, you wear that uniform a lot as you go about your day. I give you a half smile and you cock your head, a quizzical look on your face. I am wet already. I step towards you and you take a step back, there in the entrance way of your apartment. You look over my shoulder and I can tell you are looking for a way to get me out. I take two more steps towards you with a smile and your back is to the wall. "Hey..." you are genuinely puzzled. "Shut up!" I retort quickly. You start to laugh, a nervous laugh, until you see the expression on my face, which makes you stop. "I said shut the fuck up!" I show you the knife in my hand, small, evil-sharp and still your look is confused, you don't understand what is going on. I grab your throat and shove your head back and it hits the wall with a thud. I apply some pressure and watch your eyes widen and I want to fuck you so bad, I can taste it. With the knife at your neck, I bring handcuffs out of my bag. "Hands behind your back, boy," I hiss, and I quickly fasten them before you can get your bearings. I pull you from the wall and shove you into your apartment. I can see that you are still not getting it. Maybe you think I am here to rob you, who knows what you think, who cares. I knock your cap off your head and rip your shirt open, buttons flying. You are looking at me and I see the lights go on. "What the fuck...??!" "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" I slap your face and see the shock register. I slap you again, and again, full strength, your face flying from the force of it. I streak my nails down your chest, hard, leaving trails of red. And again and again I tear at your skin. You are flinching, stepping back away from me until your knees hit the couch and you can either sit or stand. You choose to stand; your eyes are racing around the apartment, looking for something, some way to get me out of there, to distract me. "You make a sound and I will fucking cut you," I hiss, the knife still in my hand and at your ribs. I undo your belt, the button of your pants and take down your zipper. I laugh when I see you are hard. "You fucking slut, you want this, I knew you would." You start to protest, "No, I fucking don't you crazy bitch!" You sound angry, but you are blushing, embarrassed, hard. I shove your pants down, along with your boxers, and your cock is rock hard, leaking precome and I smack it, once, twice. You wince and cry out and I grab your pubic hair and pull it hard. "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" I grab you by the neck and shove you around the other side of the couch, your pants around your knees, you nearly fall over. I push you over the back of it, forcing your face down into the cushions, your ass up, inviting me. I want to fuck you so bad and I am angry-aggressive and I start to hit your ass, smacking it hard, over and over, finding a rhythm, watching it redden, and your hips start to move with my smacking, and I realise you are rubbing yourself against the couch, and it makes me fucking crazy. "Are you getting off on this, you fucking slut? I haven't even started with you yet!" I shove your shirt up to expose your back and again I scratch you, from your shoulders to your hips, feeling your skin come off under my nails, red streaks left behind, your back arches under my fingers and you start to make little mewling sounds as I hit the same spots over and over. "Don't fucking move," I whisper, and I press the knife into your ribs for emphasis. I quickly take my t-shirt off, my belt, jeans, panties. You don't move, waiting there, your back and ass now reddened, blood seeping from the deep scratches, your breathing heavy. "Please, please, please, pleaseplease," you keep repeating obsessively and I have no idea what you are pleading for, but nothing is up to you anyway. I can feel the wetness at the crotch of my panties in my hand. I lean over you, and god, the contact of your hot skin makes me ravenous and I press against you, my thighs against yours, my pussy against your ass, my breasts on your back, your cuffed hands between our bodies. I pull your head back and shove my panties into your mouth. I rip your belt out of your trousers and move quickly to the front of the couch and attach it to the couch leg in front of you. You watch me as I am doing that, my panties in your mouth, your wide eyes scanning my naked body, but they keep flicking back to look at the knife in my hand and you shake your head. I quickly undo one of your cuffs, bring your hands down to the seat of the couch and reattach them to the belt. I look into your eyes, "I'm going to fuck your ass, you fucking slut, and it's going to hurt. You're going to like that aren't you?" You shake your head violently at me and I see real fear for the first time. I slap your face. "You're going to like me fucking your ass, aren't you?" I ask again. You shake your head again, your eyes pleading with me. I slap your face again; you are still shaking your head. I slap you over and again until you stop shaking your head and your eyes are filled with tears, from the pain of the slapping or from the acknowledgment you have to make I don't know. "I said, you are going to like it, aren't you, you fucking slut?" You nod, slowly. I want to fuck you so bad. I move back to your ass, I have the strap-on in my bag, and I slip it on. "It's not so very big,' I say to you as I run my fingers over your ass. You flinch away from me, which makes me want to shove this cock into you in one hard thrust and listen to you scream against my panties in your mouth. I gather some wetness from my pussy and I play my wet fingers around your asshole, wanting to laugh as you lift your ass towards my touch as I rub against you, and you start again, grinding your cock against the couch as I play my fingers around your ass. I shove a finger, two fingers into your ass, no longer playing, no longer gentle, and you cry out into your gag. You pull away from me, but there is nowhere for you to go and I fuck you with them. I press against you as I move them in and out of your ass, my thighs against yours, my cock resting on your ass. When you start to push back against me, I lean down to your ear. "You greedy fucking whore, you love this don't you?" You moan, I think you are shaking your head again. I want to fuck you so bad. I place the head of my cock against your asshole, I slide against you a little, I apply a little pressure, feeling the push of it on my clit and I wait. "Fuck me," I demand. You make a sound into my panties. I smack your ass, already red, over and over. "Fuck me, boy," I say again. You push back against me and it's so fucking sexy it makes me growl deep in my throat and I hold my position, watching my cock press against your ass. You are moving against me, and I thrust hard into your ass, and the head of my cock pops in and you make a high pitched sound. I wait there, circling my hips against you, but not pushing any further, teasing myself with the pressure on my clit. I lean forward over you, grab your shoulder and thrust into you in one hard movement and I hear you scream into the gag. I lie against you, all that skin on skin, my cock inside you. I want to fuck you so bad. So I fuck you, moving so that the strap-on hits my clit over and over, and I grab onto your hips to hold you right there and I stop now and then just to circle my clit against the pressure, rubbing, and adjusting the position, and when I stop, I feel you shoving back against me even though your sounds of pain are continuous. "I knew you would love this, you dirty fucking slut," I gloat. It feels like I am fucking you forever and the force makes your cock rub against the couch and you make muffled grunting sounds through the gag and they feed my hunger. You push back against me, fucking me and I wonder if that bucking against me and that groaning meant you had come, but I don't care, I just want that pressure that rubbing and finally, with the thrusting and the fucking, I come in your ass, hard, shoving my cock into you as I prolong the pressure against my clit, and it's so fucking good, I collapse against your back, catching my breath. I undo the straps, and leave my cock in your ass as I step back. You are making some strange wet snuffling noises as I quickly dress, minus the panties. I move around to the front of the couch and kneel down in front of your face. You look up at me, your eyes wet with tears, your nose running, my panties still in your mouth. "You loved that didn't you, you fucking cock-slut?" Your face shows resignation as you nod your head wearily. I rip my panties out of your mouth. "Tell me," I demand. You lick your dry lips with your dry tongue and your eyes can't meet mine. "I loved it," you whisper. I hold your chin up, "Look at me, you fucking slut and tell me again, say it." You look into my eyes, your lips moving without a sound and I wait. You flush a bright red and you let out a sob. "I loved it, you fucking my ass, I loved it," you whisper, barely audible. I nod. "I know you," I say. I throw the key to the handcuffs down on the couch and I walk out, leaving the door open behind me. I Know You "I know you." I whispered through the cloudy mist of cigarette smoke in the darkened club. I didn't think he would hear me over the deafening music but it was obvious that he did and he just grinned at me as if he expected me to say that. He was so beautiful with brilliant green eyes and short midnight hair. I'd dreamed of him before and that made no sense to me at all. You see I'm on a downward spiral. I'm a thirty year old woman, my husband left me for a twenty year old blond girl and I lost my baby. I never thought that I was a depressed person but I am self destructive. I love cocaine. Sometimes when I'm high and floating above the world I wake up and I'm next to some man I don't know. This has been going on for the past year. I doubt that I will live through this. I can't say that I'm beautiful, I never thought that I was. I'm average, brown hair, brown eyes, I'm tall and lean. When I want to I can make myself look good with clothes and make up but I rarely want to. So here I am sitting in this club listening to the music knowing that soon I'll be out there on the dance floor and then who knows where when I see him come up to the bar and look right at me for a second. I felt like he knew me but I knew that I recognized him. When I was young I would dream of a man on a beach and I would see him with his long black hair floating on the wind. His back was always facing me and he was walking on the ocean. I always thought that he was my guardian angel. I would wake up with the taste of the ocean on my lips and a sense of sadness. I would think that is the man I want to marry. That is the man I love. But then I met my ex-husband and we had a good life together until I lost our baby and something between us just broke and he found his happiness with another woman. I'm still looking for mine. It's funny you know? I was always the rock, the problem solver, if you needed help or advice I was the smart one. Now look at me. How far we fall. There's no one watching over me now, no one to catch me as I'm falling. Fuck it. I stubbed out the cigarette that I had been casually smoking and stood up on steady legs, I wasn't drunk yet, may as well go home to my ratty apartment. I laughed at the thought of sleeping alone tonight. As I made my way out the door I felt a strong clasp on my wrist. I looked down without any real surprise at the large hand on me before I looked up at the man who owned that hand. "You." I murmured looking into the dark green eyes of my dreams. I laughed softly at the unrealness of the situation. His clasp is hot and it burns up my arm straight to my heart. What can I do? I don't really want to pull away, so I wait. He stands up and pulls me into his body and I literally melt into him, he's my dream after all, what do I have to fear from him? He's tall and warm and solid muscle I wonder at the fact that he doesn't have all the women in this tiny bar all over him. Why the hell should he be bothering with me when he could have any bar bunny he wanted? I smell the ocean as I lean closer into him I can feel his heartbeat beneath the thin white cotton of his T-shirt, his heart beats in the same rhythm as mine and I know. I know it's him. I reach my other arm up and wrap it about his neck pulling him closer to me, I wonder for a moment if he will resist but when he doesn't, when he falls into my arms bending down to me I greedily kiss his sculpted lips and lose myself in his taste. I press up closer to him stroking myself against him unashamedly, like a cat, begging for his touch with my throaty moan. His other arm wraps about my waist pressing me to his solid strength. I feel this fire burning in my chest and in my cunt, for the first time in my life I want. When he pulls away from me I moan softly not ready to give him up, to give up this unbelievable dream. His eyes pierce me and I see him bring the hand that he never let go of up to his mouth and he kisses the back of my hand. I close my eyes at the electric thrill that passes through me. "Come." His voice is soft, sexy and compelling. I'd follow him anywhere. He wraps his arm over my shoulders pulling me closer into his warmth and I realize that for the first time in my life I feel safe, sheltered. I know nothing can hurt me now that I'm with him. He leaves the bar with me. The cold autumn wind hits my face and I quickly look back up at him thinking that with this harsh cold the reality of my life would come back to me and I'd just be standing out here in the cold, drunk again. But he's there and he feels real. I open my mouth to speak but he presses his fingers to my lips and I'm lost in his eyes, those green eyes see right through me into my soul just like in my dreams and I surrender fully and completely. "Trust me." How could I not? He takes his fingertips and slides them slowly down my lips to my chin, down my throat which I arch back to feel his touch more fully, he stops at my heart. He turns away from me then and I feel bereft and alone. "Come." And I follow. I don't have a sense of where we are going but before I know it we are inside my apartment and I still the keys in my pocket but somehow none of this matters, the only thing I want is more of him. I should be embarrassed by the dingy little apartment with its yellow walls and the faint smell of mold that never fades no matter how much I clean but he doesn't seem to care. We stand together in the middle of the living area and I wrap arms around him burying my face in his chest and this overwhelming feeling comes over me and I want to cry right there in his arms. Just sob over what I lost and what I'll never have with this man before me. He presses me to him tightly before he releases me and steps away. "Wait," I say thinking he will leave me. I couldn't bear that. He cocks his head to the side and gives me this sexy smile that slowly spreads over his face. He takes a step backward in the direction of my bedroom and I smile softly in return not daring to hope that he knows what I want and will give it to me. He arches one black brow and I step forward one hand sweeping my long dark hair over to the side as my other hand reaches to undo the zipper on my tight black dress. I see his eyes turn to a smoldering emerald as he steps backward further into the bedroom. I let my dress fall to my feet stepping over and out of it still in my black high heels; his eyes watch with desire blazing in them as I let my hair fall back in its loose waves to dance about my hips. I pursue him the next few steps into my bedroom and when his feet hit the edge of my bed I walk up to him, put my hand on his chest and gently ease him back to where he's sitting on my bed. I've never felt so wanton, so free. I'd never wanted any man before the way I want this god in front of me. I straddle his hips bending my head down to meet his waiting lips. His kiss is so hot and passionate I can feel his desire for me. His hot hands come up touching my shoulder blades stroking down leaving a trail of fire as his hands travel down to my hips. I moan into his mouth as I feel his tongue enter my mouth, a part of me can't believe what is happening and then all brain function shuts down and all I can do is feel. I pull away running my fingertips down his perfect face biting my lower lip so hard I taste the copper bite of blood, lower I trail my hands down his muscled chest and rippled abs to the edge of his T-shirt. With his eyes locked on mine he smiles softly again and lifts up his arms in invitation. With a quick sweep I pull his shirt over his head and bare his sexy body with his rippling tan skin exposed to my hungry hands. "You are beautiful." I whisper in awe. "Just like my dreams." The look that passes over his face lasts just an instant but I catch it, he looks sad and then resigned as if he has to do something that he'd rather not. I sit farther back onto his thighs and caress the side of his face, his green eyes look into mine so achingly hungry. "Do you want to stop? I understand..." I start to back off of him feeling tears well up in my eyes as the enormity of his rejection hits me. Of course, this was a huge misunderstanding, somehow I fucked up, again. "No." He wraps me in his arms pulling me close to him again, kissing my cheek tasting the salt of my tears. And suddenly everything pours out of me in a torrent that I can't stop. "I'm sorry. I should have waited...I didn't believe you existed except for in my dreams and...I'm not beautiful enough for you. I'm too fucked up now, can you understand? In the end all I ever wanted was my dream...you...I love you...deep inside, it's the only thing left that I know is true." He doesn't say a word only continues to look at me with sadness as he pulls me closer, he turns then with me on his lap laying me down on my bed, he settles on top of me with a sigh, his hand comes up to stroke the hair back from my face. He traces a finger down the bridge of my nose to my lips which he caresses. "You are all I ever wanted." He bends down to kiss me and the passion flares between us again and I'm lost in the flames. All I want is to be closer, deeper inside of this beautiful man, I want to lose myself in my dream. I kiss him back my hands going to the button of his jeans opening his fly, pulling the zipper down, he stops for a moment and looks down then back up at me. He gets off me to stand at the foot of my bed, I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him as he takes off his jeans letting them fall to the floor. "You dirty boy." I tease and watch as an impish smile crosses his face. He has no underwear on. His cock is large, thick and pulsing already hard and ready to go. I sit up then and take his cock in my hands feeling the silk of his skin and the hardness beneath. I look up at him to see him looking down at me as if he's waiting to see what I would do. I kiss the hard shaft savoring the shudder that passes through his body, feeling drunk on the power that I have to excite him. I put his cock in my mouth. I taste the sweet muskiness of his skin and he throws his elegant head back with a low moan. Wrapping my hand about his thick shaft I begin to work his cock up and down bobbing my head, twirling my tongue over his sensitive head. He tastes so good, I never sucked my ex-husband's dick, I always felt sick when I tried and honestly I found it a little degrading. But with my angel there was no shame, only the pleasure of feeling his cock in my mouth and hearing his sweet moans in my ears as I brought him pleasure. I'd suck his cock for eternity if he wanted me to. I could feel the fire burning in my belly and the wetness spilling from my cunt down my inner thighs. After awhile he pulls away from me and pushes me back onto the bed where he comes up between my thighs pulling my legs apart as he bends his head to my cunt. "Oh shit," I breathe. His hot wet mouth fastens onto my cunt licking and gently biting my cunt before he finds my clit and sucks. I arch my back as a wave of pleasure shoots up my body, he feels it and continues his ministrations. I move my hips and he pulls away to bite the tender flesh of my inner thigh I yelp looking down at him watching his slight smile as he goes back to my cunt, his green eyes glittering. He then licks me with bold hot swipes of his tongue before attacking my clit again sucking and licking my flesh until I feel shudders pass over my body and he still pushes me, inserting a finger deep inside my pussy that aches for him until I cum screaming my pleasure. He comes up then over my body, between my legs and I wrap my arms around his powerful body pulling him closer to me desperate to feel more of him on me, near me, inside me. He bends his head and I meet him halfway for a deep kiss tasting myself on his lips. He reaches up running his palms up over my arms that I had wrapped about his neck interlacing his fingers with mine, removing my arms from him. He leans closer to me his eyes seem to glow in the half darkness of the room as he comes closer to me spreading my arms out to the sides of the bed, I begin to shiver as waves of heat and sudden cold run over me. He then moves his hands from mine and wraps my fingers about the edges of the mattress making sure I hold on before he drags his hands back up my arms, he caresses my breasts for a moment before he reaches back putting his hands to the bend of my knees. As he leans forward then to come over me he moves my legs up so that I could wrap them about his lean hips. He looks deep into my eyes placing his hands on either side of my head. "Do you give yourself to me?" He whispers. I could feel the hot pulsing head of his cock just touching my cunt and I'm frantic to feel him inside me, to have him be a part of me. "Yes, anything you want, everything you want. I'm yours." He brings his lips to mine and I'm drowning in the voluptuous sensation of his velvet mouth. With one deliberate move of his hips he pushes deeply inside me and I scream at the overwhelming feeling. He is perfection, absolute perfection. It feels so right to have him deep inside me, his cock stretching me and filling me with a burning ecstasy. I was meant to fuck him. He was made to fuck me. He pulls out so slowly, stroking the walls of my cunt driving me mad to feel him once again, he smiles down at me as he pushes back in and I moan again. He takes one hand away from the side of my head grasping my chin gently in his fingers. My eyes meet his and I feel burned, scorched through to my soul. He sees right through me. "Don't let go." Then he pushes my face to the side exposing the column of my throat and I feel him bite the tender flesh before he soothes it with a kiss. He sits up then gripping my hips in his hands and he begins to thrust faster, my eyes meet his and there is no doubt, his verdant eyes are glowing. I can't stop the moans of pleasure that break from my lips as he moves even faster and harder, he's fucking me how I had always wanted, hard, fast and deep. I'm cumming again my cunt contracting fiercely over his thick cock and without missing a beat he leans forward drilling me even harder as his hand goes to my throat and squeezes. The edges of my vision turn black but still I trust him completely as I give myself over to him. The sudden feel of his hot hand on my throat and the temporary loss of oxygen catapult me into another orgasm even stronger than the last. He releases me with a laugh leaving me gasping for air. "Holy fuck." I release the sides of the mattress wrapping my arms about him pulling him down to my lips wanting to taste him again. He fucks me right through the kiss. When we come up for air I run my hands down the silk of his skin feeling the muscles of his chiseled chest and abs he places his hands on my hips and I feel the heat and strength of his clasp shiver up my spine. In one fluid move he pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss a small smile crosses his lips as he starts to move my hips to the side forcing me to turn over onto my stomach. I don't even think to question him as he pulls my hips up so that I'm on my hands and knees. He takes one hand off me and I begin to tremble as he traces one finger down the trench in my back to the base of my spine. He replaces his hand back on my hip and I scream as he thrusts back inside me. The pleasure is unbearable, it has never felt this way before, ever. Only with him. My dream lover. He picks up an easy pace that leaves me begging him to fuck me, I can't take the fire that he builds inside me. "Please," I don't even know what I'm asking for, for him to end this or for him to never stop. I feel him bend over me then wrapping one hand about my throat pulling me up so that I'm on my knees, my back to his chest. His cock rubs against that spot in my cunt and it's the final spark that sends me over the edge. With my body on fire and my cunt squeezing his cock I feel his hot breath on my neck, his lips against my ear. "Don't you ever forget; this is love." His beautiful voice is the last thing I hear. With incredible strength he snaps my neck and my vision goes black. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bacy." I groan as I feel someone shaking my shoulders. "Come on! You said you would go, no sleeping on me now." I groan again feeling my stiff neck and numb arms begin to tingle as I blink my eyes. "What?" Where am I? I begin to sit up feeling paper sticking to my cheek as I sit up I swipe at my face feeling drool. I blink again, it can't be. "Hello!" I turn to look at the face in front of me. "Jilly?" Jill Henry was my college roommate back in my freshman and sophmore years, she was a sweet girl who loved the boys. I hadn't seen her since we graduated but now her bright blue eyes were peering down at me. "Duh, who else? Now get your shit together we're going to that frat party I told you about yesterday." "Where are we?" I whisper. "Oh jesus, are you serious?" She squints down at me her cute freckled nose scruching up. "Are you high?" "Jilly!" I gasp but in the back of my mind I wondered if she was right, the last thing I remembered was my dream man fucking the shit out of me and then everything goes black. "Ok, ok, the year is 2002 and we are in dorm room A-5, you Aris, stated to me Jilly, that you would come to this party with me. Is that good enough for you?" "Sure." I croak, my heart is pounding so hard that I feel faint. This can't be possible. As I sit up I realize that this is our old dorm room and I'm sitting on my old wooden desk apparently asleep drooling on my econ textbook. "Besides," I hear Jilly's voice as she walks to the full length mirror that she had placed up on the back of our dorm room door. "That guy Chris Stevens or was it Wallace? Whatever, the one you said was looking at you in your econ class, he's going to be there, don't you want to come now?" Jilly was checking her teeth in the mirror looking for traces of lipstick now doubt as she loved to wear bright red. I felt stunned, that name, Chris Wallace, he's my ex-husband. But how could he be my ex-husband if it's 2002? We didn't get married until 2007. I remember pain and loss, getting drunk and high, green eyes and the fuck of my life, it's all in one confusing black cloud that is pressing on me. I remember but then I don't, yet I know Chris Wallace and I get together and it's not for the best. "A party?" "Oh my god! You are high!" Jilly comes over to me and shakes me again my head lolls back and forth. My brain feels like its spinning. "I can't go." I remember that Chris and I met at a frat party and that was the beginning of our relationship, in fact he calls me the next morning and we go out for dinner that night. For some reason I know that I can't meet Chris. I can't. "No." Jilly moans. "Just go without me, I'm a mess anyways. I don't feel good." I stand up on shaky legs and move to my crackerbox room where I collapse on the bed. "Are you ok?" Jilly asks softly stepping into the doorway. "I'm good, just dizzy." I feel like I can't catch my breath, I close my eyes breathing through my nose. Is this a dream? "Just go." I say sharply. I hear Jilly take a step back. "If you're ok...I'll just leave you alone then, I'll check on you when I get back." I hear her shut my door and then I hear her locking our front door. "What the hell is going on?" I moan aloud. In seconds I'm asleep. Suddenly I'm awake and I bolt up in the bed scared by the darkness that surrounds me I blink my eyes several times and I see a faint crack of light come from under a door. I throw my legs over the side of the bed I'm on and as I stand up I realize the doorknob is just inches from my hand. I open the door and see the study area of my dorm room again. I Know You "Fuck," I whisper. It's not a dream I'm really here and as I glance at the electric clock on my desk I see it's three AM. I'm thirsty. The mini fridge Jilly placed between our desks has nothing in it when I open it, I remember that there are soda machines in the downstairs lobby. Walking to the front door I see my old purse dangling from a hook, I laugh softly to myself never thinking I would see that old rag again. Digging inside it I find a dollar bill and I unlock our door carefully trying to navigate the stairs leading to the lower lobby. I grin in triumph as I see the machine in all its glory, I remembered something real at least. Choosing a coke I reach down and grab it, popping the top and taking a long swig before I turn around and step right into someone. "Oh great," I moan spilling my coke on both myself and the person in front of me. I look up at the person just as they are looking down at their chest. "I'm sorry." At my words I see the face of my dreams looking back at me. My fingers are suddenly nerveless and I drop my coke can completely. I know that I'm staring, open mouthed at the man in front of me. He smiles at me. "It's ok." "I know you." I whisper caught once again in those emerald eyes. My heart stops, time stops. "Do you?" He whispers back arching one black brow. Without thinking of how odd it may seem I reach out and wrap my arms around him pressing into his now coke stained white t-shirt. I close my eyes and inhale, he smells the same, like the ocean and he feels so right in my arms. I remember his final words to me before my world went black. This is love. I feel his arms come up around me. He holds me for another moment before he pulls away slightly. "Are you ok?" I meet his eyes and I know. Without another word I reach up on my toes and kiss his lips moaning in pleasure as I feel him return my kiss. This is my second chance, somehow my angel sent me back, he was there all along waiting for me. I wasn't going to waste it. I Know You I had been invited down for a Comic Con by a friend of mine. Cathy lived with her father, her mother having passed on. Isn't that a mealy mouthed way of saying someone is dead? It's like she's been handed down to someone else. I outgrew that dress and it was passed on to my little sister. Cathy's mother was dead and she lived with her father. I lived in Bendigo, which was quite a distance away, and I pointed out to Cathy that I really didn't think I could make it because my car had been in an accident. The accident hadn't been my fault. Well, not really. I'm pretty sure I had the right of way, and I'm also positive that he must have been speeding or he would have had time to stop. Cops weren't involved so I guess we can't tell for sure who was at fault, no matter what that man said about women drivers. Statistically, women are safer drivers than men, and I told him so. Anyway, like I was saying, I told Cathy I didn't think I could get down there to go, which was a pity as I really wanted to. I had a great outfit I could wear. Cathy said that it wasn't a problem. She wasn't working on the Friday so she could come and get me and I could stay the weekend, with her running me home on the Sunday. So I said OK. Cathy picked me up as agreed and we arrived at her place late in the afternoon. Her father wasn't home yet and we just sort of settled in. It was a stinking hot day and the air conditioner in Cathy's car was a waste of space. We were both hot and sticky and I told Cathy that I was going to have a shower and wash the accumulated muck off. Did she want first shower? She said no, as she'd just discovered that she didn't have any milk. "You have your shower," she told me. "I'll just run down and grab some milk and a few nibbles. We don't keep much in the way of nibbles in the house because my father likes them too much. He reckons that if they're not there he can't eat them so he rarely buys them. I tend to buy things and hide them in my room. Have your shower and I'll be back shortly." She took off and I went and had a leisurely shower. After the shower I was standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped loosely around me, tidying up my hair, when the bathroom door opened and a man walked in. Talk about shock and horror. I squeaked and spun around to tell him to get out. I felt the towel start to slip and grabbed at it, felt my feet start to slip on the wet tiles and grabbed at the towel railing, and everything descended into catastrophe. I missed the towel and it dropped away, leaving me in the nude. How lovely. I caught the towel railing but it didn't stop me falling, with the result that I landed on my bottom, on the floor, naked, in front of a strange man, with a towel rack in my hand. I'd managed to pull it down off the wall. "I noticed that Cathy's car wasn't outside and assumed that she wasn't home yet. Am I to take it she's been and gone?" The man, who I assumed was Cathy's father, was looking at me, his face blank, but I could see the laughter in his eyes. "Ah, yes, She's gone down the street to get some milk," I said. "Will you please go away?" "In a moment. You're not hurt are you? I saw the towel rail leap out and attack you. It was going too fast for you to avoid it. Most unfortunate." What was he on about? I slipped was all. "Ah, I'm OK," I muttered. "I slipped. Sorry about the towel rail." "Oh, that's OK. If you move too fast on a wet floor I guess you're bound to have the odd accident. Maybe I should put up a stop sign." Once again, what was he on about? Why the hell would anyone put up a stop sign in a bathroom? I let the towel rail drop and scrambled back onto my feet, clutching the towel in front of me, face burning. "Um, I'm Irene," I told him. "Cathy's friend from Bendigo. I'm down here for the Comic Con." "Ah, yes, I know. We have met before, but I hadn't realised that you knew my daughter." We had? Come to think of it, he did look familiar, but I couldn't place him. "We have?" I asked. "I can't seem to recall where we met." "Oh, it was quite by accident," he said, reaching out and plucking the towel out of my hand. "Let me have that. It spoils my view." My god. Just like that I was naked again and he was looking me over with appreciation in his eyes. He plainly liked what he was seeing. "Why'd you do that?" I demanded, trying to grab for the towel and missing. "Give it to me, please." "Actually, I had been hoping to run into you again sometime," he said thoughtfully. "Hmm. Bad choice of words. I should have said I'd been hoping to meet you again." Something was nagging at the back of my mind. I knew this guy. Where had I run into him? Then it clicked. Running into him was the clue. "I know you. You're the guy who ran into my car the other day." "Who ran into whose car?" he asked. "Well, technically I suppose I hit your car, but you were speeding." "Keep telling yourself that. We both know I wasn't. We also both know who ignored the stop sign and failed to give way." Hum. I'd sort of been hoping that he hadn't noticed the stop sign. I blushed. "I slowed down," I pointed out. "And may I please have the towel?" "No. I like having you at such a disadvantage. Slowing down is not stopping. How long before Cathy is due back? Do I have time to drag you down to my bedroom and play with you for a while?" "What? No! She's due back anytime. She's just getting milk. I'm not playing any games with you in a bedroom," I said quickly and firmly. I knew what he meant by games. "Pity. Still, it would be a shame to waste this quality time we have together. You were dreadfully rude to me after the accident. I think a little penalty is called for." "Yes, well I'm sorry about that but I'd been having a bad - what are you doing?" I had started to apologise, because maybe I had been a little rude after the accident, and maybe there had been a stop sign that I'd sort of overlooked, but before I could complete the apology he turned and sat on the side of the bath. Hey, it's his bath. He's entitled to sit on it if he wants to. What he wasn't entitled to do was to just grab my arm and pull me over his knee. Damn it! I was still naked. Then I found out what he was really doing. His hand came down and spanked me on my bare bottom. I was, like, totally shocked into silence. I couldn't believe that he'd be so crass. "I really wanted to do this after the accident," he told me, speaking in a friendly manner. "Your attitude was just begging for it, but I thought it would embarrass you too much to be paddled in public. Here we're nice and private." He wasn't just lecturing me. His hand was coming down steadily, absolutely bouncing off my bottom, and every one of those spanks stung. I finally managed to get my voice back. "You can't do this to me! Stop it. Stop it immediately." He didn't stop. He just let more time go between each spank. "I've slowed down. That's as good as stopping isn't it?" he asked. He had to be kidding, pulling that hoary old joke while spanking me. "No. You know damn well what I meant. Please. Just stop," I wailed. His hand came down one last time and rested on my bottom. "Poor little girl," he murmured. "Smarts, does it?" He was gently rubbing my bottom and I have to admit it felt nice after the spanking. Then his hand slid a bit further around and he was rubbing where he hadn't been spanking. "Are you sure Cathy is going to be back soon?" he asked. "We could always lock her out." "No. I mean, yes. I mean she'll be back soon, damn it. You know what I mean." "I know exactly what you mean," he said with a theatrical sign. "Damn it, she'll be back soon, is just how I feel, too. Perhaps another time." I had not being saying damn it because she was coming back and he knew it. I didn't bother to protest though. He'd just twist my words and I'd get all confused. "May I get up, please?" I asked. "Certainly," he said. "Don't let me delay you. Ah, you might want to grab a towel, though. You are still naked." He swung me back onto my feet and I hastily snatched up the towel I'd been using, wrapping it around me. I wanted to look at my bottom in a mirror but damned if I would while he was there. I left the bathroom in high dudgeon, heading into the guest room Cathy had given me. Checking in the dressing table mirror, my bottom was red and sore looking. It was also sore feeling but not, to my surprise, overly painful. It stung but I could put up with it easily enough. I hastily got dressed, putting on my Comic Con outfit. Cathy arrived home before I'd even finished dressing. I wanted to go and tell her what a brute her father was but there was no way I was telling anyone he'd spanked me. I wouldn't even be able to confess that he was the other driver involved in my accident as I'd said some pretty nasty things about him to Cathy when we were discussing it. She would not be amused to know it was her father I'd been talking about. I kept silent, although I did send her father a killing look the next time I saw him. So we went to Comic Con and we had a good time. We met old friends and made a few new ones. Our costumes didn't win any prizes but they were generally admired, as were we, because we filled those costumes very nicely. It was the wee small hours before we started home. We actually caught a taxi home, courtesy of Cathy's father. (His name's George, by the way.) He'd given Cathy the money for the taxi along with threats of what would happen if we spent it on anything but a taxi. I think they were only threats, but my smarting bottom hinted that he might actually mean them. Anyway, we kept that money separate and got our ride home. I think it was about three in the morning when we arrived home and we both headed straight to bed. We were bushed. Personally, I intended to sleep until mid-day and I suspect Cathy had the same intention. My head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. It was bright sunshine when I woke up. Very bright. The bedroom faced the east and I hadn't pulled down the blind the previous night. I'd just staggered in, changed to my pyjamas, and hit the bed. I muttered rude words at the sun but they didn't help at all. Not only that, now that I was awake bladder pressure was letting itself be known. Looking at the clock I could see it was nearly nine, and I just knew I wasn't getting any more sleep. I got up and visited the toilet and then had a quick shower, making sure that I locked the door this time. Stupid oversight to make. The towel rail was back in place with a little note suggesting it not be used as an exercise bar. George probably felt that was funny. Dried, I peeked out of the bathroom to make sure he wasn't around and then dashed to my bedroom, towel firmly wrapped around me. Then it was a simple matter to get dressed and be ready to face the day. I strolled into the kitchen and found George sitting there, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. He nodded politely to me. "Morning. You're up earlier than I expected. Can I make you some breakfast or do you want to fossick and see what there is? Coffee is already made." I thanked him and settled for some cereal and coffee. I never eat much in the morning. George asked me about how our night had gone and I found myself relaxing and telling him all about it. He was quite a charming man when he put some effort into it. I was putting my dirty dished in the sink when he had to go and spoil it all. "I trust a smarting bottom didn't spoil your fun?" "Did you have to bring that up?" I demanded irritably. "Well, yes, I did. I might have been a little hard on you so I thought perhaps I should take steps to kiss it better." It occurred to me that instead of wearing a nice dress I should have worn jeans. Tight jeans. Jeans that would take half an hour to remove. "Ah, there will be no need for that," I mumbled. "I'm fine." He'd twisted his chair away from the table and was now facing me. Before I could move away from the sink he'd reached out and taken my arm and was pulling me closer. "I think there is," he said, nodding his head slowly. "I'd feel terrible if I didn't at least check to make sure everything is alright." Just like that he was lifting my dress and pulling my panties down. I'm thinking he can't be doing this, but my denying it didn't hold my panties up. Then my panties were around my knees and he was holding my dress up again, nodding in satisfaction. "Yes. Looks fine to me," he murmured. "You're not looking at my bottom," I told him. Choked it out, really. I seemed to have trouble speaking. "You're right. Turn around." Even if it did mean showing him a bare butt it was preferable to having him looking where he was currently looking. I hastily turned around. There was a feather light touch as his fingers drifted over my bottom. The smarting had long gone and I was quite sure there was no redness either. His light touch drifted down and a hand slid between my legs, pressing lightly against my mound. I snapped out of my frozen state and took a step away, turning to face him as I did so. "Are you mad? Cathy could come out at any moment. What would she say if she saw you pawing me?" "Knowing Cathy, she'd probably say go for it, dad," he said. "But Cathy is in bed asleep and I don't think she'll budge before noon. Quite frankly, I didn't expect to see you until about that time." "The sun woke me," I grumbled. "I didn't pull down the blind." "I see," he said with a small laugh. "Bad luck." While he was talking he reached over and snagged the hem of my dress and drew me closer to him. He wasn't trying to lift the hem or I'd have automatically resisted. As it was I let him pull me closer. His hand dropped away from my dress and I discovered his evil plan. I hadn't pulled my panties up and now he was pushing them down around my ankles. "Stop that. What do you think you're doing?" "Helping you out of these. They're going to be in the way and they might as well come off now." "They are not going to be in the way. Leave them alone. Have you forgotten that Cathy is just in her bedroom?" He gave me a lovely smile, while running his hands up under my dress, one in the front and one in the back. I had his hands cupping my bottom and my pussy. "Cathy is not going to wake up for ages. You, on the other hand, are wide awake and have time to fill in. I'm just going to take you down to my bedroom and help you fill it." Both his hands were now cupping my bottom, holding me against him. My dress was up so my bare groin was pressing against him. I could feel the hard length of him under his clothes and a flash of heat surged through me. I suppose I should say another flash of heat. It was dawning on me that I could already feel heat stoking itself deep within me and this new flash just heightened it. I was trying to tell him that what he was thinking was a bad idea but my tongue seemed to be getting tangled and I was stuttering a lot. Not that it mattered. I don't think he was bothering to listen to me. One of his hands had left my bottom and was undoing the buttons on my dress. Then my dress was coming off and I just couldn't seem to stop it. Ridiculous I know. I should be able to stop a man taking off my dress, but when he'd finished I was standing there in a bra and my dress was on the table. "Will you stop this," I protested. "What if Cathy comes out?" "Already discussed that," he said laughing. "Turn around." He was turning me around even as he was speaking. Why was I not surprised to find my bra undone and being taken off? "Look, you don't seriously think I'm going to let you have sex with me, do you?" I demanded. "Yes," was all he said. With that he just scooped me up and walked out of the kitchen, carrying me. He had, I noticed, even managed to scoop up my clothes as well. He carried me down the hall to his room and I, well, I just let him. I didn't struggle or complain but just let myself be carried, feeling very small and helpless and female. I was feeling very female, let me tell you, with quite a pool of heat inside me, hinting at what was to come. He carried me into his bedroom, closing the door behind him, and laid me on the bed. He started stripping, never taking his eyes off me. I suppose if I'd tried I could have rolled off the bed onto the other side and started making a scene. The thought never occurred to me. I lay there, watching him undress, my eyes continually wandering down to his groin, waiting for what was to be revealed. Oh, my. He was certainly ready for action. I gulped nervously, but didn't protest when he settled on the bed next to me. Now I knew, to put it bluntly, that I was about to be screwed rotten. I also knew that if I really protested he'd back off. I also knew that I wasn't going to protest. Not really. I'd make the regulation "Oh, no, you can't do this to me" and the "I'm not that sort of girl" protests but I could do that knowing he was going to ignore them. I just wasn't sure about how he'd approach the affair. Once he was on the bed he leaned over and sucked lightly on a nipple while his hand captured my other breast, lightly rubbing it. I pushed at his head but all I achieved was to push it from one breast to the other, with his hand drifting down to start rubbing my mons. I gave a startled squeak when his hand slipped between my legs and his fingers started intruding. This was the point where I used the "You can't do this to me," line. As expected, it was ignored, his hand rubbing firmly against my pudenda, stoking up those fires. His mouth was moving back and forth between my breasts, moving up along the side of my neck to drop little kisses on my face and then back to teasing a nipple. His free hand caught hold of mine and pressed it against his erection, closing my hand around it. "Oh, please, I'm not that sort of girl," I pointed out, giving the lie to the statement by holding onto my prize. I felt it only fair and reasonable that I get a feel for how big he was. His cock felt very large when held in my small hand, hot and bumpy as I ran my hand up and down the shaft. I felt a thrill of victory when I closed my hand over the head and started polishing it. He actually said a rude word before hastily removing my hand. Too much, too soon, perchance? He grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands to the bed, either side of my head. At the same time he rolled over and loomed above me, his thighs between mine, his erection pressing lightly against me. Not actually trying to press into me, but leaning against me, its length running along where my flesh was cleft. I could feel that my lips were pursed, my inner lips protruding and lightly kissing his erection. He adjusted his position slightly. I was quite impressed. I was of the understanding that the man needed help lining his cock up, either holding it in his hand or expecting the woman to steer it into place. George didn't. He seemed to twist slightly and then the head of his cock was pressing at that soft mushy spot that was waiting for him. A gentle prod and he was pushing past my lips, driving into me. As soon as I felt his cock coming in I gave a soft squeal (of protest, naturally) and lifted my lips, pushing up to meet him. He just kept on coming, sliding fully home with one long firm thrust. It was just as I expected. All my protests had been ignored. What was a poor helpless girl to do? Well, I knew what to do all right. He started bouncing on me and I was right there with him, bouncing between him and the mattress. I guess I'm exaggerating when I say he was bouncing. What he was really doing was coming into me with a series of long slow thrusts, taking his time as he drove forward, and I was lifting my hips to meet him, letting him sink in as deep as possible. I Know You He kept this up for a while, quite a long while, actually, building up my arousal, my excitement, stoking the fires within me. I wanted to tell him to hurry. Turnabout, I didn't want him to hurry, as what he was doing was so pleasurable. The situation was new to me. I'd always thought men started off as fast as possible and just kept going until they ran out of steam. That was what my ex did, anyway. A stray thought. George was an older man. Older, not old, but maybe this was as fast as he could manage. If so he might find it humiliating to be asked to speed it up. Did men lose their stiffness if they were humiliated mid-flight, as it were? I was starting to squirm a bit under him. This was all very nice, and he was even massaging my breasts at the same slow pace, but I needed something more. "Something wrong?" he asked me, picking up on my restlessness. "Ah, no, um, this is fine," I muttered. "Really? Perhaps you're warmed up now and would like to get down to being properly taken?" With what felt like half a meter of gatepost driving into me I'd thought I was being taken properly, if slowly. What did he mean by properly? I was about to find out. He must have decided I was ready for what he had in mind. Yes, he could most certainly go faster. He did. A lot faster, driving in at triple the rate he had been moving. I'd been lying there, enjoying it, legs outstretched, not really having to do anything other than push up to meet him. Now he was really bouncing off me and I was getting frantic. My legs came up and closed around his waist, holding onto him, scared that I might lose him. At the same time my arms went around him, hands clutching at his shoulders. I'd been drifting along with pleasurable little sighs. Now I was running, excited little sounds being forced out of me, and I was aware of his cock in me, oh, so aware of it. Well, I'd been aware of it earlier and very nice it had felt, but now it was on the rampage, demanding responses from me, driving me wild. At first I thought the extra speed meant that this was his end run and I was feeling disappointed because I wasn't going to make it. But he didn't stop. He was just going on and on, driving into me. I was gasping, almost sobbing, hanging onto him and trying to keep up with him, now afraid that I would disappoint him. I could feel pressure building up inside me. I needed relief or I was going to blow a fuse. I just couldn't keep going this way. And still he was pumping into me. After what seemed a harder thrust (if that was possible) I lost it and climaxed, almost fainting from the sheer urgency of it. I gathered my wits together to find him still moving in me, apparently back to those old slow thrusts. "Feeling better?" he asked. I didn't say anything, just lying there gasping, automatically moving with him. "OK, next phase," he said, reaching down and taking hold off my leg. I'm not sure how he managed it but he rolled me over onto my tummy without losing contact. His cock was literally hoisting me up onto my hands and knees, and his arms went around me, his hands closing over my breasts. Satisfied with his position he started up, driving into me with vim and vigour, and he had a lot of vim in his vigour. Damn, he was riding me so hard and fast that if I'd been a horse I'd have won the race. He was driving into me even harder than before and all that stress and tension that had faded during my climax came raging out of hiding, letting me know that it was still there. I was making little, "Ah, ah, ah" sounds. Not that I wanted to, but I just couldn't help myself. He was cheerfully riding along, driving me before him and it wasn't all that long and I was ready to climax again. Then he did hit his end run. I wouldn't have believed he had the energy to give that little extra to his thrusting, but he found it somewhere. I was going to climax again, I just knew it, and then I was and he was and I didn't know what the hell was happening, just letting everything sweep over me. Lying there afterwards something occurred to me. "I'm surprised you didn't sneak into my room before I woke up and hop into the bed," I grumbled. "I couldn't do that," he said, sounding shocked. "You were a guest in my house. It would be the height of bad manners to go into your room and try to seduce you." "Mind you," he added thoughtfully. "You'll be here another night I believe. I have no objections to a guest sneaking into my room and trying to seduce me." I grandly ignored his suggestion. This was a once off, as far as I was concerned. Catch me sneaking into his bedroom to try to seduce him. What did he think I was? I Know You Are A Sleep... Oh my dear, I know you are tired and sound asleep, but I have such a desire for you now. Your quiet, sleeping body radiates a warmth that calls to me. I reach out to you and feel your naked back. Your muscles are relaxed and you don't even move when I touch you. Your breathing is deep and rhythmic. Your ass is warm as I snuggle up to you. I press my breasts against your back and slide my arm under yours. Your hair tickles my nose... My feet are cold. I slide them closer and you can feel the cold. Even though my cold toes do not touch you my cold radiates as does your warmth and you shift your feet further away from mine. I have to giggle a little at that. You are used to my touch and I do not disturb you by touching you or snuggling up to you but you can never get used to my cold feet! Your back is to me, I am restless and cannot sleep. I am not satisfied with just snuggling up to you, it only exasperates my desire to be close to you. I gently get out of bed, walk around and slide under the covers on the other side- your side. You are facing me now. I kiss your face and you let out a small sigh. I know you are tired, but I cannot let you be. I face you and scoot down in the bed. I stop when my face feels the heat of your resting cock. I nuzzle my face in your pubic hair and smell the fresh soapy smell from your recent shower. The soapy smell is mixed with your smell and it makes my heart beat faster. My lips reach out to kiss your cock and my heart skips a beat, or maybe even two. I open my mouth and gently suck you in. Your flaccid cock easily slips into my mouth. I hold you there gently. Your cock is warm in my mouth and somehow comforting to me. I lay there, not moving, hoping to keep you soft and quiet for a moment. I seldom get to savor the feel of your entire cock in my mouth. Gently, slowly, I begin to suck you. My tongue caresses you from the tip to the base as I hold your entire manhood in my mouth. I reach out and gently cup your balls in the palm of my hand. Your breath comes a little deeper. I can feel you shift a little, but you are still mostly unaware, you are still my sleeping man. Your cock is getting hotter. My face at your groin, your cock in my mouth, I feel the heat building. I suck you deeper back in my throat, trying to keep your full length in my mouth as it begins to grow. I can feel the head engorging first. It begins to press itself against the back of my throat and I flatten my tongue to the base of my mouth to give it just a little more room. Your cock begins to feel fuller. The soft skin is beginning to tighten. I suck a little harder, trying to keep the growing fullness gathered in my mouth and throat rather than let you slip out, but it is no use. I have awakened the monster and it is too large to hold any longer. I slip my hand around the base of your cock as its growing size forces its way out. The base is still wet and my fingers slip around it easily. You stir further. You press your hands to my head, but I don't think you are yet fully awake. Your hands are not urging me, they are only following the slight movements of my head up and down on your ever-growing heat. I suck you and swallow down the pool of water that has gathered in my throat behind your cock. My throat constricts around the head as I swallow and I feel the more urgent pressure on my head from your hands. Now you are awake! "Suck me baby," you whisper. Your hands in my hair direct me slowly. Slowly I slide my hot mouth down on you. Slowly I slide up your shaft, my tongue moving up and down, back and forth, adding a little extra titillation as I go. Slowly I descend as far as my throat will allow, then just a bit more as your hands press my head even a bit further. I don't fight you for this control. I am relaxed and willing and all I want is your pleasure. I cannot think. I can barely breathe, but I give myself over to your directing hands. You keep me pressed down on your heat. I am barely moving and you cock is gaining in length and girth. I feel myself begin to choke, but I fight the sensation - you are close to release and I don't want to spoil it for you. All I want is your hot cum in my throat. My desire is only to give you this pleasure. Your orgasm comes quietly. You barely tense. Your hands force my head down a bit further and I allow it. Your cock is as deep in my throat as I can manage and I concentrate now. I concentrate hard to time my short breaths so I don't suck your cum into my lungs. I feel the hot liquid pulse into my throat and I swallow. You moan at the constriction of my throat on the head of your cock and then there is another pulse of liquid. I swallow again and your hands tighten in my hair. I do these things mostly without thinking Save your hands in my hair, your body is mostly relaxed. My eyes are closed and I have given myself over to you as you have given yourself to me. A moment passes and your grip begins to release. I hold your cock in my mouth still, not wanting to give it up. Your hands begin to slip from my head and your breathing slips back into its rhythmic pace. I know you have slipped back into sleep, my attentions seem a dream. Your shaft is drifting into sleep, also. It quivers a little in my mouth as it slowly becomes flaccid again. I withdraw from you for the first time since I began and slide up in bed. I turn over, my back to your chest. Your sleeping arm slides thoughtlessly around my waist and your warm hand cups one of my breasts. My desire is satisfied --- and I notice --- my feet are warm! Goodnight My Love, sleep well, tomorrow is another day. I Know You Are There I know you are watching me. I saw the movement outside my window, and I knew that you were there. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk about my room. I will tease you a bit, at first. My short skirt must be frustrating to you. Flitting around my waist as I move and turn and bend, showing almost everything, and yet not quite showing anything, other than my long, tanned thighs. But I am getting bored with this game, too. Not bored, really. Excited! I can’t hold back anymore. I want you to see me naked. I want to you to see everything about me, from the other side of the window screen. I want to feel the heart-pounding excitement of knowing that someone is watching me, seeing me naked, seeing me being perverse. So, since I cannot stand the excitement anymore, I undress. I can still tease a bit, so I walk to the far side of the room before I slip the straps of my little sundress off my shoulders, and let the flimsy piece of material fall to the floor. Although there is no real need to do so, I bend over and pick up the dress, letting you see my asshole and cunt from the back. I walk across the room so that you can see me from the side; allowing you to see my breasts sway as I walk and the muscles in my thighs ripple with the movement. But the distance now is too great. I must have you closer. Depositing the dress on a chair, I turn and walk toward the window. I take care not to look down. I don’t want to let you know that I know you are there. I want it all to appear natural, and casual. And so, completely naked, steaming inside from the excitement, I walk directly toward the window. On the way, I put my hand to my cunt and run my fingers along the sopping wet slit. I bring my fingers to my mouth and push them deeply into my mouth, savoring the taste of my own pussy. With the other hand, I slowly circle my clitoris, pulling away the lips so that the little button is available, and visible. I feel my passion emanating in waves from this center of my sex as I play with myself, knowing that I am being watched. Stopping only inches away from the window, I continue to play. I know that your eyes must be so very close to my sex as I continue to rub my clitoris with one hand and shove my fingers into my cunt with my other. I think that I can almost hear your hard, heavy breathing as you watch me, but I continue to pretend to not notice. My thighs have begun to shake, uncontrollably, and I look for a chair before I fall down. I turn around and walk back to the chair that I had thrown my little dress on, and I drag it to the window. Sitting in the chair, I place my heels on the windowsill, legs spread apart so that I have access to my cunt and my clitoris and my asshole. Furiously moving both hands, I can see the outline of your face only inches away, on the other side of the screen. Feeling my climax building, I want you to see all of me, and I want you to see me being wanton. I run my fingers from my clitoris through my cunt to my asshole and back up again, and then I put my fingers in my mouth and lovingly lick them off. I am shuddering now, and involuntarily bouncing my ass up and down as I begin to cum, knowing you are watching. My knees straighten as my ass lifts six inches off my chair, pointing my pussy right at your watching eyes. I wonder what you are thinking, what you are seeing, what you are doing as you watch me. Then I cum, and moaning and moaning and rubbing I bounce my ass off the chair and rub my clit and spread my pussy lips wide so that you can see as far as you can see into my private world. I can feel the juices flowing freely from my cunt, as finally but still too soon, my climax subsides, and I am left, damp and formless on the chair, legs spread, heels on the windowsill, arms draped at my sides. I know that you are still there, admiring me in my afterglow. I imagine that you were as turned on by all of this as I was, and I hope that this can happen again. Eventually, I rise and go into my bathroom to shower and calm down, so that maybe I can get some sleep tonight. I hope that you, after you go home to your husband next door, can do the same. Tomorrow night, when our families get together for the barbecue, I wonder what it will be like.