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La Paz

By: roan barrow II



La Paz

I had been meaning to call her, but felt embarrassed and ashamed and...well, just not ready. But there she is, exquisite as ever, reaching for agave leaves at Caputo's Grocery.

"Elena?" I say to her. She stops her reach. She thinks. I hear her catch her breath. She smiles, turns around.

"Michael!" she practically screams. "Oh, Miguel!" She hugs me tightly to her, her head next to mine, a long time. There is no better place to be than in Elena's embrace. "Oh, God, I am so happy to see you again! Let me look at you. You seem different already, in your voice." She looks into my eyes, deeply. Her black agate eyes shine, as they did before.

"You have found something, eh, Miguel?"

"How is Roberto?" I ask, avoiding her question. A cloud passes in front of her sun.

"I no longer know, Miguel. I am not sure I ever did. Would I surprise you to say that sometimes, just when you think you have answers, along comes questions you never thought would be asked?" I shake my head that I understand, knowing that all too well.

"Can we get together, Elena? I have missed you so! Roberto told me there is nothing like spending a day with you. A Sunday. Manana?"

"Si, Miguelito!" she says touching my face. "I would love that. We have much catching up to do." She kisses me. "I was wrong, you know, about choice. It isn't always a matter choice. Come for desayuno. 9:30." I kiss her back and get her address. I am going to spend Sunday with Elena!

I left her and Roberto's house about a year ago. Not a day has passed that I did not think of her, sometimes hating her, mostly growing in love with her. I thought she knew everything. Roberto had called her his mentor. I was jealous and hated them both. I hated that she showed me how little I knew. Unshapened is what she called me. But I love her for sending me on a completely different path. 

Saturday night, I fall asleep thinking of Elena. I dream, instead, of the demons, once again, and the hell in Bosch's "The Garden of Earthly Delights." I am trying to cross a plain but am surrounded by the cacophony of flesh and pleasure, drink and food, all worldly things crushing against me. Devils block my way, pour wine down my throat to make me drunk, to make me pass out in their midst, so they can gnaw at my legs and balls and scrotum. The demons fill my mouth with food, use their feet to shove it down my throat. I feel pleasure and enjoyment, then disgust and revulsion. Pleasure and enjoyment. Disgust and revulsion. Pleasure, disgust, enjoyment, revulsion. I never try to leave. I do not fight the demons. I throw up the food and ask for more. I battle the demons and always lose. They cut off my limbs and they grow back as stumps. They pour more wine into me until I can no longer fight. Then I beg for more wine. Lust for it. A spirit flits about me like a hummingbird. It tries to suck the food and wine from my mouth with its beak. I kick at it with one of the stumps I have left for legs. It will not leave. The spirit asks if she should stay or go. I order her to leave. As she flies away, I yell "Stay! Come back!" She returns. I ask her to suck the pleasure and enjoyment, the disgust and revulsion out of me. She does. I ask her to take me away. I fly with her out of my own hell.

It is Sunday morning.

[how do i look, author! nice shirt, michael. you look better than a year ago, much better. you are not so tentative nor cock-sure, excuse the pun. you are not whining about being stupid. i hope all goes well. oh, you know me-i can go from zero to stupid in 5 seconds! i want to make this day the best in elena's life. make plans, michael. don't plan the results!]

"Buonas dias, Senora Arroyo!" I say, bowing, as she opens her door, wearing the same elegant Japanese kimono, my last image of her. She smiles, curtsies, and asks me in, 

"Café, Miguel? Si?"

"Lord, yes! Negro, por favor." I walk with her into the small kitchen. As she pours the coffee, I touch her lightly around the waist. "How is my Elena, mi pequena flor?" I ask. 

"Peh-kay-nyuh, Miguel." She corrects me. "Your vocabulary has improved but you speak like a gringo!" She laughs. "You are taking Spanish lessons?"

"Not really. I play tapes in the car. Then no one can hear my bad 'pequenas'!" She turns to me and embraces me again. "A year it's been! I've dreamed of you longer than that, I think. Twice a day. That makes two years!" She kisses me lightly. I kiss her back much harder. My hands reach to her ass and pull her to me. She grinds lightly against my hardening cock. She kisses my neck and ear, my cheeks. She grabs my ass and pulls me to her. 

"The huevos can wait. Make love to me, Michael! I need you to hold me and kiss me. Be inside me!" There is a pain deep within her. I can only guess from Roberto.

"Do you want us to make love or do you want me to help you forget something?" 

"Que?"

"I cannot help you forget Roberto...or anything else. You would be using me. That would be like you fucking me. Remember, Elena? You taught me--I have chosen not to let anyone fuck me."

She leads me to her bedroom. It is bright and festive and feminine. It smells of talcum powder. I stand behind her and she unties the obi. I slip my hands beneath the collar behind her shoulders and pull gently toward me. It slips off. I kiss each of her bare shoulders, nibbling them, and then gather her hair and lift it, move to her neck, and kiss her lightly. She leans back and moans, sighs, another moan and a sigh, as though she has returned home after a long absence. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, then extend my hands down her thighs. She pushes her ass against me. I move my hands up to her breasts and hold them. They seem fuller, richer, than I remember. I breathe deeply, all through my nose, to capture her smell completely. She is my wine, my comfort food, my woman's smell.

She turns to me, unbuttons my shirt, and slips it off. She leads me to the bed and I sit. She pushes me back flat and kneels. She unties and removes each shoe and sock, and then unbuckles my pants and removes them. Still kneeling, she extends her hands to my groin and massages my balls. Moves to my cock. Back to my balls. Her breathing quickens, as does mine. She licks the inside of my thighs. She sucks my cock into her mouth. Oh, I remember her lips on me, their moistness and fullness and silkiness. She licks me and I feel hardness flowing into me. Elena sucks each ball into her, tongues it, nibbles at it. A spark she ignites radiates throughout me, coursing throughout my veins, leading from my cock to the tips of every pore, like the tequila. She awakens a passion that I could not have felt a year ago. "Mi dulce," she says. I become hard in her mouth and her suck is firm, makes my heart race.

I stand and we embrace, and get on the covers. Then I kiss Elena as I have never kissed someone before. My tongue extends deep into her and she sucks on it, sucks my mouth dry. I explore the ridges of her teeth, all around them, her gums and her cheeks. I will explore all of her today. We lie down. Our legs intertwine, straighten, and intertwine again, trying to touch in as many ways as we can, finding new areas of our flesh not yet caressed. Our hands never stop seeking each other, flying from part to part like we are each a guitarist and each a guitar, creating new and beautiful measures, new chords, new melodies, stopping at the right notes to create a sostenuto. I am kissing her in every place my lips can reach in our embrace, over and over. If I could melt within her, or she into me, I would gladly have that.

"Elena," I say into her eyes. "I'm in love with an angel."

"No," she says. "You love me. I was a puta, remember. Never an angel."

Elena breaks her embrace and kneels straddling my legs. "I must have you inside me, Miguel."

She guides my cock to her, moistens it with her cunt, and slowly glides on top of it. The moment I enter her is exquisite. She stops. Then slowly lowers herself farther, she settling on me. I look into her eyes and smile as I penetrate all the way into her. Her look is of...grace? And pleasure.

She lies atop me and cups my head. I feel her muscles work my cock, as before. "Miguel, you are so hot and hard inside me. When we made love before, I did not tell you how much I loved you in me. How deep you were inside me, how deep you came inside me. Now, I want to lay before you. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and feel you make love to me. I want you to make love, hard and hot and for all day!" She pauses. "This is not about Roberto. This is all about you and me being a man and woman."

As she lies on her back, I kiss her deeply and move to her breasts. "Kiss them, Miguel, but do not suck. They are tender." I blow on her nipples and they become hard. I lick them, swirl my tongue around them. They taste so milky sweet! I blow across her stomach and it flutters, like a tiny bird is inside her. I reach her hips and bite them lightly, kiss inside her thighs, lick them and up to her cunt. I look at it and feel such an overwhelming desire to consume her. I kiss her gently and then hard. Elena moans and I am taken with passion, lapping at her slit, licking up to her clit, her sounds urging me, her hands holding my head to her. She remembers the water. The salt.

I rise to my hands and knees, extended over her like a net to toss about her. She guides my cock and I slide in, just the head, and hold. I feel the heat of the crucible flowing from her into me and shooting throughout me as a burst of temperature. I glide deeper, slowly, feeling her moistness. She reaches around and grabs my ass, pushing down on it. "Fill me," she says. I plunge in and we grind together, dance an undulating chacona. It is loving and passionate and exquisite. Elena sighs and pants, growls and purrs. She digs her nails into my ass and bites my shoulder. "You turn me into a furnace, Miguel. You burn me with passion!"

She wraps her legs around me and tries to push me in deeper. I raise up and place my arms against her thighs and raise them, push them forward until she is nearly doubled over. I thrust hard and deep, light and shallow. My cock feels so hard that I think it may break off inside her! But her wetness tempers the heat. I withdraw and replace my cock with my tongue. I lick her lips and begin to suck her clit. Elena pounds each fist into the mattress. "Madre del Dios, Michael! Yes, oh, yes!" I tongue her deeply, lapping her juices and swallowing her, gulping her, sucking her dry. She pulls my head and holds it down on her, thrusting her pelvis up. "Ooooh, Miguel!" She shudders, quakes, quivers, thrusts again, and shudders, thrusts again, and quakes. Then, she is all quiet.

I sit back on the bed and she kneels in front of me, grabs my cock. "You cannot do this and leave me for another year, Michael!" She leans over and begins to suck me. I lean back and extend my legs. She takes me all the way down her throat. I feel her pulse her throat, as her cunt did, squeezing my cock and relaxing. She moves to my balls and takes them both into her mouth. She licks them, rolls them, then kisses and blows on them. My skin tightens. She again holds my cock and licks it, over and over, under the purple hood. I can barely breathe as she buries me as deep as I can be. She pulses her throat a couple more times and I cum. I should have told her I have not been with a woman since her--cum is not the right word. I explode, detonate, erupt, launch, eject, spew more cum than I would think possible. Throw in my brains and heart too. She coughs and some semen drips from her onto me. She lies atop me. Quiet. Then she starts to laugh. "You know, Miguelito, it is okay to jack-off once in a while!" I kiss the top of her head. 

"I was going to bring flowers, but they're awfully trite, don't you think?" And we laugh together, warm.

I hear crying. That is a baby crying. Next door? In the next room? Elena and Roberto had a baby? I look at her and she has a shit-faced smile about her. "A pequena muchacha wants to meet you," she says with a laugh. She rises from the bed and leaves the room. Roberto and Elena had a baby, a daughter, and now he is gone. Elena must be a father as well as a mother. The smell of talcum, the sore, fuller breasts--doltness takes its holidays, but it always returns!

She stands naked in the doorway holding the baby, no longer crying. It is the most beautiful Madonna and Child I have ever seen. I cover myself up out of instinct, and Elena stands next to me. "Would you like to hold my baby?" she asks.

[uh, author? it is just a baby, michael. go ahead and hold it. women love men who aren't afraid to hold and cuddle a baby! knock elena's socks off--or something!]

I take the child. I'm not big on babies. Puppies, kittens, baby gorillas I would hold. She is beautiful, not as dark as Elena but with the same black agate eyes and black hair. I kiss and snuggle to her. Strange I should feel so close to her. Elena lies next to me.

"How old?" I ask. 

"Tres meses," she says.

"Cuál es su nombre?"

"Paloma," Elena says. "It means 'dove.'"

"I think she likes me. I can almost feel her hugging me!"

"Ella ama a su papa!" Elena laughs, with that shit-faced look again.

"Que!?"

"Si, Paloma MacGregor Garcia Ramirez!"

[now, michael, i didn't have anything to do with this! you've got to believe me! it's as much a surprise to me as to you! wait a minute, author! that's bullshit! you're writing this! what the fuck do you mean surprise?! this is all from elena. michael, believe me! i had no plans for this to happen!]

"You are telling me that I came in you once in a hot tub and...."

"Si, Miguel. You have strong seed! Good swimmers!" Elena laughs.

"How do you know she...."

"Isn't Roberto's? That is why he is gone. The testing showed she wasn't his. And you are the only other man I have been with in years."

"I...uh...I...uh, can't, uh...fucking believe this!" This baby, this Paloma, is my daughter!

[how could you not know this, author?! you fucking prick!

how was i suppose to know? i haven't been with elena for a year, since 'la guitarra.' a year's a long time, michael! see what can happen in a year? now, elena, i can't just let characters take over a story like this. i had different ideas, you know, about how to end this! senor autor, fuck off! go write some pornografia and have someone in your story fuck you in the ass--without lube! let them dance on your back with boots and piss on you!]

"I did not know where you were, Michael, or I would have told you. I thought of an abortion, especially when Roberto found out. His anger and pain were ceaseless. He did not mind that the baby was ours. He could not stand the thought of today, that you would return. Then what? But look at what I might have done! The choice may have seemed to be there but it really was not."

"You...and I...are parents? This is...our baby?" says a man a little slow to understand.

Elena takes Paloma from me, kisses her, and sets her on the bed next to her. She hugs me. "Miguel, listen to me very carefully. Yes, we are the parents of the most beautiful baby in the world. Yes, it is our baby. I went ahead and had her never expecting to see you again. I always hoped I would, but I never expected it. I always hoped you would meet her, if just once.

"I do not pray. Yesterday, when I heard your voice, I realized I had been praying. Paloma is here for you anytime, Miguel. She will need a papa. She will want to learn about you and from you. Better about and from you than from me. Much better.

"You can walk away, Miguel, as well. It is a choice for you to make."

I hold Elena to me, holding her with the love I am capable of feeling, and reach to touch Paloma.

"I have another choice, don't I?" I ask.

Paloma. The dove. Peace. La Paz.

[well, you're just a fucking asshole for a writer, author! you really suck when characters in your stories do stuff you don't know about! jesus!

did elena say she'd marry you? i took myself out of the loop when she said the baby was yours!

why should i fucking tell you?! so you can write a happily-ever-after story with characters out of control?

remember the last time we talked? you said if i put you in another story with elena, you would tell me what love is. so, michael, tell me-what is love? i cannot tell you that and there are hundreds of people who could do a better job. but i have learned this. you cannot really love another until you love yourself. and if you love yourself, then no one can ever fuck you. and if no one can ever fuck you, you live in grace! now, get the fuck out of here! i must learn to be a papa...and a marido!] 

La Petit Mort



Silently she walked down the boarding ramp, painfuly tugging at her carryon reluctantly in tow as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Purposely she lowered her head passing by the flight attendants gathering just inside the open hatch.  Tears continued to spill as she trudged down the narrow isle to seat 20A. She let out a peep nudging her computer bag onto the aisle seat before bending over to callapse the carryon's handle before struggling to lift it up and into the overhead compartment.

"Here Dear...Allow me." A deep voice sounded, coming to her rescue as large hands slipped between hers... taking the luggage, pushing it into the open space above her.

She managed to mumble a barely audible 'thank you' as she squeezed through the narrow opening between the seats, settling in beside the window, stowing her computer bag beneath the seat in front of her before directing her numb gaze out the half blinded portal while the other passengers began filing in. She was in a troubled world of her very own, unaware of the gentleman that took the seat beside her.

Her tormented mind continued to play the same scene over and over and over again. She could not turn it off, alter its outcome or make it go away. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her breathing was ragged and labored. She felt as though she were about to expire right then and there.

"Are you all right Dear?" A deep voice asked as a comforting hand came to rest on her trembling arm.

She gasped and flinched at the weight upon her before looking over at the stranger.

He was reaching down into the pocket of the seat before him withdrawing a small white bag. Shaking it open he brought it to her face.

"Breath into this Dear.." He ordered as he gently pressed it to her face, sealing it over her panting mouth.

She fought his help, taking perhaps three more short pants before her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her beautiful, young body went limp as her lifeless frame slumped over onto the stranger.

He gently propped her up, placing her head back between their seats, taking her sleeved wrist in his hand to check for a pulse but the material was to thick to detect one.

Suddenly he was transported into a steam filled bathroom, standing just inside the sealed doorway watching this beautiful creature in all her nakedness. Her lovely round buttocks pooching out, knees bent, shapely thighs flexed and trembling, leaning forward over the sink, shivering before a half open medicine cabinet. 

A blood speckled razor blade lay fallen on the floor. Splattered droplets of blood dotted the cold white tile beneath her dainty pacing feet. Her tightly drawn stomach was niching, straining to silence her sobs.

The image of abandonment and rejection written upon her hollow face reflected in the cabinet mirror as she looked up. Her entire body shivered and trembled as her scarlet red life-force flowed mercilessly into the basin from the gashes in her wrists.

"Open this fucking door before I break it down!" Screamed a drunken voice from the other side of the locked barrier.

A look of terror filled her eyes as final tears streamed down her death white cheeks. Her blood soaked hands left a trail over the counter as her body went limp, slumping to the floor like a piece of discarded cloth. Blood continued to flow , following the grout in the tile as her beautiful lifeless flesh lay there in a heap...

Her body suddenly stirred, pulling him back.  She moaned soflty as her crystal violet eyes drifted open. Her pale flesh was covered with tiny beads of perspiration.

"I am so sorry," she whispered, pulling her arm away from him as color rushed back into her pale cheeks.

"No problem my Dear." He said as he adjusted himself in his seat, fastening his belt. "Perhaps you should fasten yours." He whispered in a fatherly tone as he tucked the white bag into the pocket of the seat in front of her.

Reluctantly she fumbled with the ends of the belt. It was obvious from her wimpers and groans that the task was causing her distress. 

Once again the stranger came to her rescue. Reaching over and grasping the ends he quickly had the buckle secured.

"Thank you.." She whispered as her lips formed what he perceived to be a soft smile.

He gave her an acknowledging grin and a quick tilt of his head before reaching for the inflight magazine in the pocket before him.

She felt comfortable knowing he would soon be occupied reading and not speaking to her, asking prying questions.

Closing her eyes she settled back into her seat anxiously awaiting the plane leaving the ground and reaching the ten thousand foot alttitude where she could take out her laptop computer and find solace in what she did best... Create stories! Her mind was churning, her body trembling, her wrists aching as she nervously fidgeted in her seat.

"Miss, Can I get you anything? A pillow perhaps." The petite brunette flight attendant asked leaning into the cramped row of seats.

Startled, Sarah's eyes popped open. She suddenly realized the seat beside her where the gentleman was seated was empty. "Uhh..Uhhh...." she stammered, "No not really."

The attendent smiled, turning to leave when Sarah called out, "Could you let me know when I can bring my laptop out?"

"Certainly. " The perkey attendant answered with a wink as she saundered down the aisle peeking into laps, checking for fastened belts.

Sarah leaned towards the window, blankly staring out as the Pilot announced, "Flight attendants please be seated for take off."  Sarah closed her eyes. The engines roared as the plane taxied out to its position on the runway. Soon they were airborne. Sarah gave a deep sigh of relief, slowly loosening her grip on the arm rests. Her hands tingled like pins and needles as the circulation rushed back into her unclenching fingers.

"It's all right Dear," A deep voice sounded reassuringly.

Startled again, Sarah's eyes popped open to find the same gentleman seated beside her. She smiled, nervously straightening up in her seat, letting out a squeek as the weight of her small frame came down hard on both wrists. She twisted towards the window, her face contorting in pain as a firey heat surged to the fresh wounds hidden beneath her sleeves. The tingling sensations told her her liquid lifeforce was seeping through the bandages.

"Just relax my Dear... just relax..." The same soothing voice whispered as he leaned over, placing his strong hand on her left knee, giving it a gentle pat. "Just relax... Close your eyes...Let your mind fill with happy... soothing... thoughts... Just relax..."

She obediently closed her eyes, listening to his hypnotizing, measured voice, obeying his every word. Soon the surging heat began to subside. Her body felt almost weightless as if she were lifting out of her seat.

"Just relax... Keep those beautiful... heavy... eyes... closed Sarah... Just relax.."

"Sarah?" her mind struggled hearing her name as she tried to open her eyes.

"You do not want to open your eyes... You are totally relaxed... totally relaxed..."

Sarah drifted off... to sleep or so she thought, experiencing a total sense of calm that she had never felt before.

She envisioned herself lying naked on a blanket of thick velvety grass, gazing at her own rippling reflection on the pool's surface. Hearing a rumbling, churning, almost thrashing sound she looked up to see a cascading water fall not fifty feet away. The water was hurling down in wide sheets over protruding moss covered rocks as it made its way to the pool below. A thick mist was spraying out swirling in all directions. The warm afternoon sun was filtering through the miniscule particles creating a miriad of radiant color.

Sarah felt her nipples harden as the tiny beads of moisture settled upon them. Softly she cupped her beautiful ample breasts giving her jetting buds a gentle squeeze as a smile crossed her face. Easing back into the long grass she splayed her thighs open wide, slowly moving her hands down her stomach, over her narrow runway of fluffy fur leading to her secret garden. Tenderly she carressed her womanhood, already moist with her sweet nectar. She laid there masterbating with abandon, teasing the soft pink pedals between fingers and thumbs. Her body began undulating in rythmn with her fingers as they sunk inside her weeping garden. Her beautiful face smiling as her hands brought pleasure to her openness. Soft sensual moans were escaping her pursed lips...

"Miss, You may use your laptop now!" Screamed in Sarah's ears as her eyes sprang open. 

The attendant was already moving down the aisle as Sarah looked beside her. The gentleman had once more left his seat.

Sarah released her safety belt and carefully leaned forward pulling the bag out from beneath the seat, positioning it between her open legs on the cramped floor in front of her. She struggled with the center zipper trying to get to her laptop.

"Dammit.." she cried out in frustration as the zipper continued to fight her efforts. Luckily the drone of the engines concealed her verbal impatience from nearby passengers. In the position she was in her wrists were beginning to throb as gravity was drawing blood to her hands.

"Here, allow me." Strong hands were slipping between hers grasping the catch on the zipper, effortlessly pulling it open.

Still bent down, Sarah looked over finding herself face to face with the gentleman once more seated beside her. 

Why had she not noticed before how handsome he was? His eyes were the deepest shade of sparkling green she had ever seen. His thick raven hair, silver at the temples framed a flawless face. He had high cheekbones, a narrow sloping nose, a neatly trimmed silvery mustache adourning his soft curvy upper lip, a prominant jawline and a gorgeous cleft in his chin. His complexion was so smooth, looked so soft she had a sudden uncontrollable urge to touch him!

"Go ahead..." He said with an approving smile as if he had read her thoughts.

Without hesitation she obediently did. A warmth raced through her body as her soft hands tenderly cupped his handsome face. As her fingers and thumbs gently mulled his cheeks her flesh began to tingle as if she were plugged into an electric current. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up, her nipples were jetting straight out, threatening to pop open the buttons on her snug blouse! Her heart was pounding, her breathing labored.

His smile widened as he watched her body obediently respond to his earlier suggestion.

"Good girl." He said cupping his hands over hers bringing them both up to a sitting position. Taking her hands from his face he eased her comfortably back into her seat. 

Her breath was returning as her body relaxed conforming to the cushions. 

He leaned back down, reaching inside her bag, returning with her laptop in hand. Carefully he lowered the tray in front of her placing the computer on it before leaning back into his own seat, rebuckling his belt.

Looking over to Sarah he whispered, "Need a buckling girl?"

Her sex broke out in a rash of tingles. She could feel her honey nectar trickling through her velvety inner canal. Soon the evidence of her arousal would be leaving its mark in the crotch of her clinging stretch pants. Her labia was swelling as she felt the material tightening, penetrating between her soft moist folds of puffy flesh. Her face was flushing a bright red as she drew her hands down to her groin to conceal her excitement.

"Let me help you girl," he said, leaning over reaching across her lap searching for the end of the belt. She found herself lifting her hands to the arm rests allowing him access. His large hand brushed over her mound as he grasped the end, pulling it back towards him. She flinched at his touch. Her sex was twitching undauntingly! Her nipples were so hard and taut she felt as though they were about to explode off her breasts.

The clanking sound of grinding metal clasping shut sounded over the groan of the plane's engines.

"Good girl.." he said with a smile as he eased back into his seat, plucking the inflight magazine back out of the pocket before him.

Everytime he spoke the word 'girl' to her her pussy would rage with a firey sensation she had never experienced before.  Feeling her juices seeping out of her...knowing they were pooling beneath her on the seat was embarrassing. She was to embarrasssed to even look over at him. She didn't know what to do. Her hands were trembling as she opened the lid of her laptop. Perhaps if she worked on her story it would take her mind off her arousal. She placed the attached headset over her ears just as the computer sounded, announcing its readiness. The screen soon lit up with a beautiful image of Sarah coming into focus.       She was very proud of the naked image of herself displayed as her background. 

"Miss... Miss.." The flight attendant's voice raised in volume, " Girl?"

Suddenly Sarah's sex began tingling again. Pulling her headset away from her ears, she looked towards the aisle to see an athletic looking male flight attendant leaning into her empty row asking if she wanted anything to drink.

Confused, Sarah shook her head 'No'.  "Where has the man seated beside me gone now?" She wondered. Positioning the headset back over her ears she returned her attentions to the keyboard. She pressed the key that engaged the Cd player and soon classical music was flooding her senses. "AAaaahhhhhh.." she sighed easing back into her seat, closing her eyes. Ravel's 'Bolero' was filling her ears and she loved it. Her thoughts soon wandered back to the very first time she heard this piece.

It was at her college professor's home.  He taught daytime voice and diction classes at the local junior college, but at night he taught a private group of hopeful students the fine art of 'acting'. She was told she had natural talent and if properly coached would be a truly wonderful actress one day. The class went well. She gave a strong emotional performance of a woman struggling with the loss of a brother. After class her professor asked if she wanted to stay to chat about it. He had a few ideas he wanted to share with her. He was a Napoleonic Brandy conniseur and said he thought she would enjoy it, offering her a snifter.  She sat sipping as he went to the stereo to play some background music. That was when he played 'Bolero' for her. She does not know if it was the Brandy or the music but she awoke the next morning cuddled in bed beside him. His masculine arms wrapped around her small frame. Her body was tingling much the way it did a few minutes ago.

Suddenly, without warning a chill streaked through her. Her eyes popped open. She was gasping for breath.

The man seated beside her was raising the same white paper bag to her mouth. "Breath... slowly... Sarah..." He instructed holding it firmly in place. This time she breathed as he directed her to. She felt a calm just hearing his voice. Soon her breathing returned to normal as he removed the bag from her face with an acknowledging smile.

She sat back. Her thoughts were racing in every which direction. Why did she keep hyperventilating? Who is this man? What is his name? Why does hearing the word 'girl' ignite my pussy? What Did happen at that professor's house that night?....Her head was spinning as the man seated beside her rested his hand on her arm.

"Beautiful image Sarah... All shall be known to you in due time girl," He said smiling as he looked away from her screen, drawing the magaizine in front of his face as he withdrew his touch.

Sarah's face was flushing at his comment about her photo, her sex was tingling again, yet she felt a calm as she directed her attentions back to her computer screen. She smiled to herself clicking on the icon that held the story she was presently working on.

She was happily typing away... every so often stopping to give her wrists a gentle shake. 

The time always flew by quickly during her flights when she worked on her story writing. Over the seats in front of her she could see a handsome young male attendant saundering up the aisle. She purposely clicked 'close' to remove her story from the screen, bringing up her beautiful naked image. When he was close to her row she called out.

"Excuse me.." Her faint pixie voice rang out.

He flashed a big toothy smile looking over to her, "Ya Girl. Ya need somethin?" Seeing her naked image displayed on the laptop screen, his cheeks flushed dark. 

Her sex felt on fire. A shiver raced up from her groin straight to her jetting nipples! She felt her mouth drop open. He was the most gorgeous black man she had ever seen! She was so engrossed in his features she hadn't noticed the man seated beside her had left his seat again! "Gee, he must have a small bladder," she thought.

Her sex was shivering inside her tight pants as she stammered," Per haps a glass of  water?"

"Sure Girl. Be right back," He answered as he bounced down the aisle to retrieve her request.

She cupped her face in her hands as her sex tingled and shivered. She felt more of her honey nectar seeping through her lace panties. If she heard the word 'girl ' one more time she was going to cum right then and there. She just knew it!

"g i r l ...." The man seated beside her whispered in a playful tone.

Her pussy exploded in a fireworks of electrical impulses. Bolts of energy streaked through her convulsing chamber radiating out in every direction. She felt like a bursting star. Every fibre of her being pulsating with released energy down to her toes, out to her fingertips! Her woman juices were so abundant she had the sensation of wetting herself! Her head flailed back against the head rest as her eyes clenched shut. Her gutteral moans were muffled by the drone of the engines as she rode the wave of her orgasm while twitching and jerking in her seat.

What a truly beautiful site she was. Her body was aglow. She looked like an ascending angel.

Her glazed eyes slowly opened... focusing on the gentle face of the handsome gentleman seated beside her.

"You have waited a very long time for that haven't you Sarah?" He whispered with an acknowledging smile.

She gave him a puzzled look... but then all of a sudden everything was clear to her. She knew who he was, why he was here. And she knew she was now ready...

"She was sooo beautiful and what a talented writer. What a shame..." The director said reverently, closing the casket as the final onlooker filed out of the funeral parlour.  



La Petit Mort



Delicious.

His kisses were nothing short of delicious. Sinfully delicious. A mixture of raw heat and desire and ecstasy. 

As we traveled towards our final destination of the night - to his hotel suite, no less - we kissed and caressed one another with wild abandon. His touches were deliberate and skillful and I knew without a doubt that I'd experience a plethora of carnal pleasures in his arms tonight.

I was so caught up in my desire for him that I didn't even register our arrival at his hotel. Before long, I stood pressed up against the door inside his suite, attempting to catch my breath in between his incredibly passionate kisses.

"Mmmm, baby, I need to taste every inch of your body. Right now," he said, his voice dripping with lust as his nose lightly skimmed across my collar bone and neck.

I turned myself around and looked back at him with hooded eyes and said, "Then, start by unzipping this dress."

He shook his head slowly and said "Uh-uh," with a wicked smile and a lustful look in his eyes. "Only the panties. Are you wearing panties, my love?"

I felt myself drip into them.

Ever so slowly, I turned back around, looked up at him through my lashes and nodded.

"Take off the panties. Do it now." His voice was firm and commanding.

I proceeded to raise the hem of my dress - while keeping my eyes locked with his - and held it up in one hand at my waistline, giving him a perfect view of my tiny see-through panties. He groaned in clear delight as he caught sight of my bare, whisper soft folds through the pretty lace triangle that covered it. 

I slowly licked my lips as I hooked my thumbs on both sides of the tiny scraps of lace and moved to pull them down. However, before I could move any further, he put his hands over mine and said, "Stop. Let me." He kneeled before me, hooked his fingers onto the sides of my barely-there panties, and in one swift motion, ripped them off my body and left my bottom half completely exposed to him. His warm hands instantly gripped my behind tightly as he brought my hips closer to his face and inhaled the scent of my throbbing core. I was literally dripping down my exposed thighs and could not wait to feel his slick tongue erotically stroking my awaiting center. He had barely even touched me, yet I already wanted him inside.

"Unghhh...please...touch me...baby, please," I pleaded. It was all I could muster as he remained on his knees with his face in front of my dripping folds. I grabbed hold of his hair in an effort to coax him into burying his face within me, but he quickly stood up, turned me around, and pinned me against the door with both my arms locked in a tight grip behind my back.

He then leaned his face into my neck, breathing heavily as he whispered, "Let's get one thing straight. This is my show. I call the shots. I tell you what to do and I tell you when to cum. Is that understood?"

I was so turned on that all I could do was nod.

"I didn't hear you. Am I understood? Say, 'Yes, my love', if you understand."

Barely able to get my voice out, I replied, "Yes...m-my love," in between panted breaths. This game he was playing was beginning to feel like torture.

Without releasing his hold on my arms, he used one hand to run his fingers across my behind, gliding lightly over each cheek and into my rim. Every surface of my body was afire and alert as I anticipated his next touch. He then lightly dipped a finger at my entrance and said, "Mmmm. MY pussy. So wet. Just for me," before plunging that digit into my backdoor. My entire body tensed at the unexpected intrusion.

"Shhhh. Relax," he whispered. "I only want to make you feel good, love. I promise that this will feel so good. Tonight you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum because your body will feel pleasure like never before."

Oh, God.

He released his grip on my arms and pulled them both above my head while still keeping me pinned against the door.

"Don't you dare move until I tell you to," he said menacingly.

With his finger still inside me, his other hand stroked my inner thigh. I desperately wanted to feel friction against my aching center and unconsciously moved my hips towards his hand.

"I SAID, DON'T MOVE!" He growled at me as he slapped my behind, hard. I hissed as I felt the sting of his forceful hand and looked back to see a bright red mark which he then kissed, licked, and gently rubbed.

"Don't make me do that again, okay? Can you promise to be a good girl from now on?" He whispered in my ear as he licked it.

"Y-Yes," I whimpered.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of my backdoor as he reached up front in order to stroke my now desperately throbbing bundle of nerves. I felt 2 fingers rub it in a circular motion, first slowly and then faster, all while he fingered my behind. It was torturous and erotic and oh so fucking hot.

"Oh God, baby...oh God...I wanna cum...unghhh...feels so good," I moaned in between ragged breaths.

He pulled his hands away almost instantly and turned me around to face him. I suddenly felt completely lightheaded, being that my body was on the brink of an orgasm which was abruptly foiled. Luckily, he noticed and carried me bridal style towards the bed where he dropped me face down onto the mattress. He then pulled my legs towards him so I was bent over the side of the bed with my behind exposed.

Bending over me and laughing wickedly in my ear, he said, "Not just yet, my love. You don't get to cum just yet." And with that, he plunged two large fingers into my soaking wet core. I instantly clenched around his fingers and began grinding my hips against his hand. I was desperate for release. He pumped me hard and fast several times before pulling them out and once again leaving me weak with desire. He continuously had me at the brink of orgasm only to bring me back out again. It was utterly exhausting and I laid my head down constantly to keep from passing out. Nevertheless, I awaited more from him because I knew that he couldn't keep withholding his desire any more than I could. I knew that sooner, rather than later, I'd be feeling his pulsing length inside my swollen flesh. 

Suddenly, the sound of clothing dropping onto the floor alerted me to the potential of a very naked man standing behind me, and of course, I couldn't resist a look.

Dear. Gawd.

He was completely naked and magnificent. All lean, athletic, and defined. 

So yummy.

But his dick...my God. It was a sight to behold, standing proudly at attention, just for me. Long...thick...pink...perfect. I wanted to devour every inch of it and have it buried deeply inside my sweetest secrets.

He, of course, had other plans.

With his hand firmly grasping and stroking his beautiful cock, he said, "My love, lay back on the bed and spread your legs wide for me, then take your fingers and split open your sweet pussy so I can stare at it before I fuck it with my tongue."

My heated core was suddenly weeping in delight as my mind processed what he intended to do to me. 

Oh, yes. Fuck me, please.

He leaned down and placed his face right between my legs as he ogled my naked flesh. I could feel his hot breath sweeping across my most tender skin, igniting my desire even further. My body shivered in anticipation and I thought I'd come undone the minute his tongue touched my skin. 

"Mmmm, I'm going to love eating your pussy until you are begging me to stop."

He then gave one long, slow lick down the length of my slit before lapping up all of the juices that coated my entire over-heated center. I heard him moan in delight as he tasted every inch. 

This wasn't just a sexual encounter; it was a complete mind fuck and I was a crazed, lustful newborn in his world of erotic play. The way he teased and pleased my body was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The build up of sexual tension he created within me was akin to standing at the very edge of a precipice and begging to be pushed off. I wanted his hands, his tongue, and his beautiful cock all over me, inside me; touching, tasting, and penetrating until my body could stand no more. 

I couldn't even think straight; all I could focus on was the urges of my flesh and it was all his doing.

He continued his oral ministrations on my now desperately throbbing flesh, but never stroked one spot long enough to let me cum. 

"Take the fucking dress off," he commanded, as he moved his mouth away from my still ravenous heat. I did exactly as I was told. Once the dress was on the ground, he pointed at my bra and demanded that I get rid of it too. I was suddenly completely naked before him and his eyes devoured every inch of me in a lascivious way.

"Fucking delicious," he said. "You really are lovely. Beautiful skin, breasts, pussy, and ass. I'm going to make you mine tonight. You know this, right?"

I nodded.

"Now lay back down and spread your legs again," he instructed.

He took his time alternating between licking and sucking on my oh-so-swollen nub and licking, sucking, pinching, and rolling my hardened nipples. God, it was so painfully good. Every time he touched me, large beads of sweat ran down my naked, trembling body, as it begged for that sweet, lush ecstasy that I knew his body could provide me with. I wasn't above begging and pleading for my release at this point, but that seemed to only motivate him to prolong my frustration further. All I wanted was to die a little death and I wanted it now.

Eventually, when I could no longer hold it together, I sat up and practically barked my frustration at him.

"God damn it! I need you so badly. Stop fucking torturing me already and please, please fuck me. I'm begging you."

He stopped what he was doing and stood before me, stroking his glistening cock. He gave me his signature wicked smile and I instinctively knew that he was thinking of torturing me some more.

"That's what I like, my love," he said in a seductive, guttural voice. "I want to see you come completely undone and hear you beg for your release. I want you to beg for my cock inside your delicious pussy."

My insides quivered at the sound of his dirty talk. It was such an incredible turn on to hear him, a man so outwardly polished and proper, being such a deviant who was willing to withhold his own release for the sake of pleasuring me until I passed out from sexual bliss. However, I desperately needed to turn the tables and make him give in; make him lose his control and submit to the demands of his own flesh. Sensing how much he enjoyed the role of sexual dominant, I decided to play the submissive kitten role to my favor in order to entice him into finishing me off.

"Unngghhh, baby...you're driving me crazy...I'll do anything...anything you want," I said in a low, breathy voice. "I want to please you so badly...let me please you...let me get on my knees to please you. Please, let me..."

Before I could finish speaking, he positioned the wet tip of his hot length on my lower lip, demanding entrance. I secretly smirked as I realized that I had actually gotten him to break his control. I'd take him into my mouth and bring him to the brink of his own orgasm only to stop and get him to take me. Then we'd float in our blissful release together.

"Open up, baby. Don't make me force you," he commanded.

I looked up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes and said in the sultriest voice I could muster, "Oh, you don't have to force anything, love. I am your willing submissive who will do anything to please you."

I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw. This was something that I was particularly good at and enjoyed doing very much, so I knew that he'd be putty in my mouth. He had no idea how much he was going to enjoy my oral ministrations on him and I was prepared to torture him just as well as he had tortured me. 

He slowly slid in as I sucked in my cheeks in order to get a tighter grip on him. I didn't even need to stroke him with my hand because to his utter amazement and excitement, I took in his entire length in with ease. He grabbed a fist-full of my hair as he made his way inside and hissed at the pleasurable sensations. I let him set the pace of his thrusts, but I controlled the intensity and suction just to keep him at the very brink of rapture.

His eyes were shut tightly and his head was thrown back in satisfaction. 

"Unngghhh, baby...you can...deep...throat...so...fucking good....baby...ungh...yes...suck it, baby...ungh...good girl," he managed to say in between thrusts. Within minutes I felt his muscles tense and his breath become ragged, so I pulled my mouth away. His fist was still in my hair and he attempted to put himself back into my mouth, but I resisted. It was time to play hardball.

"You want more, baby?" I said in a coquettish tone. "Put it in my pussy and feel every inch of the exquisite bliss that's inside of me."

His eyes burned with intense desire and anger as he flipped me over on the bed.

"You're playing with fire," he said menacingly. "I want you to kneel in front of the headboard, place your hands on it, and stick your ass out where I can see that pretty pussy from behind."

I did exactly as he commanded and kneeled in front of the headboard, awaiting his next move. Without a word, I felt his hardened length right at my entrance. My eyes rolled to the back of my head just from the rush of expectation. I knew that this was the tip of the iceberg, the edge of the precipice, and I was beyond ready to throw myself off with him buried deep inside of me.

"Do you wanna get fucked, baby girl?" He whispered in my ear. "Because I've been torturing myself all night, imagining my cock buried to the hilt inside your tempting pussy."

"Oh God, please." I whispered. His words would be my undoing. I was mad with lust and needed him to give me every inch of himself, now.

He gripped my hips hard as his thick cock rammed into my awaiting center, working himself into me fast and hard. We both struggled to catch our breaths as we slammed our bodies against one another, and for a moment I thought that I'd explode just from the ecstasy of finally having him inside of me. I felt myself become lightheaded from the intense pleasure I was feeling but no way would I let myself miss one second of this bliss. The coil in my lower belly was stretched nice and taught and I knew that with just a few more thrusts I'd be flying high. My pleasure index at this point was registering off the charts as I moaned and whispered his name in sheer delight.

He slowed his thrusts for a moment as he leaned his body into mine and licked from my collar bone all the way up to my ear. He then whispered, "Do you wanna cum now, my love? I'm ready to let you cum. Just tell me...tell me, who does this sweet pussy belong to?" 

Delirious for that heavenly release, I responded, "Yours. My pussy is yours, only yours."

"Only mine," he said, as he pounded into me, hard and fast once again. He then pinched my clit between his fingers and I fell into the most exquisite oblivion ever imaginable.

He had just given me the most erotic, intense, & pleasurable night of my life and I couldn't wait to see what morning sex with him would be like. 

A little death, perhaps?



La Petite Mort



"Can I help you with anything?" I immediately regretted my choice of words as the once-over he gave me told me exactly what he wanted help with.

"No thanks. Just looking for now." I saw the leer he gave me out of the corner off my eye. Groaning inwardly, I hoped he would leave soon, especially since there was only 10 minutes left to closing. Another customer came in. Sighing, I turned to see if the lecherous customer had to decided to actually buy anything.

"Go on ahead and help him. I'm still looking," he winked. I shuddered. The other customer caught my reaction and smiled.

"Oh no, its okay. I'm just waiting for her to finish up. Isn't that right darling?" I smiled gratefully at this complete and total stranger. The lech glared at him and made a snap decision to buy the most annoying type of chocolate to weigh out and package in the store. As I rang up his order, I gave my mysterious savior an appraising glance, liking what I saw. He caught me staring and raised an eyebrow as I blushed while handing the other customer his change, who then grunted and promptly stormed out of the store.

"Thank you so much. I thought he'd never leave."

"You're welcome. Would you like me to stay while you lock up? You know, in case he tries to come back?"

"Sure. Now I know you didn't come in just to rescue some poor girl from a sleaze ball. What would you like?" He laughed.

"A number of things. Mainly some toffee and a few mints." His eyes held an unspoken addition to his request and I blushed again as I boxed up his chocolate.

We chatted while I closed up shop and I found out that his name was Sean and that he worked at the ice cream parlor across the street. Periodically I found myself glancing back at him to confirm my earlier opinion, which I did. Jaw-length black hair that hung in his eyes, which were either green or hazel. I couldn't decide. Firm looking lips, strong jaw...muscled shoulders and arms...He was nice to look at and from the way he stood he knew and didn't care. I surreptitiously examined my appearance in the mirrored sections behind the displays as I wiped down the counters, satisfying myself that my glasses were straight and my hair hadn't too fly-away an appearance, in spite of being pulled back.

I clocked out and turned out the lights in the back. Grabbing my bag, I emerged from behind the counter and ran into Sean. His arms automatically closed around me and I felt my heart rate go through the roof.

"This is nice," he said softly in a voice that sent a delightful shiver down my spine. He reached up and pulled out the hair tie that kept the majority of my hair pulled back, allowing it to tumble free around my face. I looked up at him, losing myself in his eyes and noting absently that they definitely appeared green. He traced my lips with his thumb, caressing my cheek with the other fingers of his hand. Automatically it seemed, my lips parted, allowing his thumb to slip between them briefly. He brought my hand to his mouth and gently kissed my fingers. Gasping, I closed my eyes as he took each finger between his teeth in turn and gently sucked them. My bag slipped from my grasp to the floor, the noise of it falling jolting us from our reverie. As I bent to pick it up, he stopped me and kissed me.

Shocked, I stood there as his lips gently pressed against mine, becoming more and more insistent. My hands locked behind his neck, pulling him closer. He picked me up and placed me on the countertop, his lips moving to the sensitive area just below my ear, teeth gently nipping. My breath quickened.

"Your place or mine?" he murmured in my ear.

"Neither...yet." I gasped out. "The back room..." His hand had disappeared under my shirt and began teasing my breasts. I seized his mouth my mine as he pinched a nipple. Sliding off the counter, I pulled him into the back room. Luckily the table was clear. He slipped our shirts off and undid my bra before turning his attention back to my breasts. His lips closed over a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I arched my back. His hands moved to my jeans, stripping me completely before kneeling on the floor in front of me. His fingers dipped inside me, feeling how soaked and slippery I was. I bit back a gasp as he brushed my clit. His mouth followed and took the place of his fingers, leaving me to clutch the table behind me for support. He withdrew abruptly before I came and through my fogged sense I heard the distinct sound of his pants hitting the ground. He kissed me again and I tasted myself on his lips.

"I don't think that table could support us darling," he whispered against my lips. The tiny rational part of my brain agreed but I was too far gone to really care.

"I don't care how you do it, just fuck me," I hissed back. He chuckled and turned me around, bending me over the table. He thrust into me hard and I moaned loudly, holding onto the table for dear life as he ever-so-slowly withdrew. His teeth nipped my shoulders and my breasts rubbed against the rough, wooden surface of the table, stimulating my nipples. He thrust into me again and again, gradually picking up pace. My cries grew louder with every stroke and I thrust back against him, our breathing growing ragged. The table started to move forward and shook with every stroke. I could feel my climax building and urged him to thrust harder and harder until he was practically slamming into me, biting my shoulder hard enough to almost draw blood, hands mauling my breasts. Just when I thought I could take it no more, I cried out as my climax hit me, shuddering around him as he too tensed and came within me.

He collapsed on me, pressing me into the table, sending twinges of arousal racing through me. Despite the fact that I had just fucked a complete stranger in the back room of where I worked, I was still incredibly aroused. After a few minutes, we started to get dressed, exchanging kisses in the process.

"So, back to my original question. Your place or mine?" he whispered in my ear.

"Mine," I replied as I walked back to the front of the store. "I've got a rather large and roomy bed." He grinned and followed me out, kissing me again before getting in his car. I couldn't stop thinking about him as I drove home and judging from the kiss he gave me as we stumbled through the door, he hadn't stopped thinking about me either. 

Tearing each other's clothes off, we stumbled blindly toward my room. I sat on the edge of the bed and his mouth closed around my left nipple, leaving it rock hard. I was still soaked from our previous activities and I involuntarily humped the bed as he sucked my breast. Grinning, he lay me back, his tongue dancing in and out of my cunt for all the world like a cat lapping up cream. My fingers twisting in his hair, I gasped as he nibbled at my clit, causing a small tremor to run through me. He kept it up up until I was nearly arching off the bed and pulled away. Seizing my mouth in a hungry kiss, he positioned himself to enter me and hesitated. My hips thrust upward in an effort to force contact and I whimpered as he brushed himself along my slit. I wrapped my legs around him to draw him closer. He slowly entered, prolonging the experience, the memory of him taunting me as I moaned and writhed beneath him.

"Dear god, fuck me. Please fuck me now!" He smirked.

"Are you sure?"

"Dammit! I said fuck me!" He laughed and drove into me so hard I came right then.

"La petite mort," he murmured in my ear, continuing to move within me, building toward another climax. "That's what the French call it, that moment of absolute orgasmic bliss. The little death."



La Petite Mort



Please do not copy or redistribute the following story, in part or in total, without the author's written permission.

Special thanks to Selena: you suggested that he fall in love and that has made all the difference. Joey, what can I say? I love you more than anything. Thanks Oscar for your useful suggestions and for listening. Thank you Talaria and Sam for taking the time to read my story and for your helpful advice. Angie, thank you for falling in love with my story.

Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy. In no way does the author condone or endorse rape or nonconsensual sex. Arousal does not equal consent.

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Rebecca lay in bed, twitching with unspent desire; her husband snored contently next to her. She resisted the urge to touch herself with difficulty. She could still feel the ghostly sensations of her husband's cock moving in and out of her body, inflaming her but bringing no pleasure. As Rebecca's body ached, her mind blazed with frustration. 

Rebecca loved her husband. She loved him more than anything. But each evening spent on the conjugal bed had left her feeling disappointed, throbbing with need. In truth: her husband couldn't please her. It wasn't that he was physically unable to, he certainly tried to, somehow it just never seemed to work. The French call the orgasm la petite mort: the little death. Rebecca longed to know what it felt like on the other side.

Her husband never touched her in the way that she wanted. Their encounters were always charged with a sense of urgency that Rebecca herself had never shared. Maybe it was her fault? Rebecca would worry about things. Was he enjoying it? Was it obvious that she wasn't? What if she was taking too long? Would he be upset if she didn't finish? Could he tell she was faking it?

Sometimes Rebecca would get close. She would feel the unfamiliar sensations welling up from somewhere inside of her, somewhere deep and guarded. Her breathing became more ragged. Her body tensed. Her toes curled. Everything became still, like the earth was holding its breath. She would feel the tremors start to rise up from the core of her being, inflicting her, delighting her. She would grasp at it, and then it would be gone. 

Rebecca always felt cheated. She wanted to lose herself, to lose control. La petite mort: the little death. Rebecca longed to know what it felt like on the other side, but something always held her back.

Still, those near misses happened often enough to keep her from being too discouraged. Rebecca loved her husband. She loved him so much that she wanted to protect him from the truth. Sometimes she felt guilty about deceiving him, even if she did it to spare his feelings. Besides, it wasn't as if she was incapable of reaching a climax; there were times when she came awfully close. She would just have to try harder. 

That night, Rebecca dreamed she was in an earthquake. She was alone but there was a strange presence all around her. The air was filled with the smell of smoke. Her lungs burned and her eyes watered. 

The light shining through her bedroom windows was a strange pale blue, like sunlight right before the break of dawn. Rebecca didn't like it. It felt menacing, exposing. 

She backed away blindly, stumbled, and found herself on the bed. The walls of the house shook and the roof threatened to cave in. Her senses reeled. She felt something inside her tremble and suddenly she was falling.

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Rebecca woke up with tears on her face. She didn't remember dreaming and felt oddly refreshed and optimistic. Her husband's side of the bed was already empty and a packed suitcase stood against the wall. She found him in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He was attending a conference in Seattle and was scheduled to be back the following Monday. After they finished eating she saw him to the door and kissed him goodbye. 

The morning air was suffused with a cold blue light. Rebecca was disturbed; she shivered slightly in her thin cotton nightgown. Her husband wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately, his hands cupping her backside in plain view of the street. Usually affectionate, Rebecca took pity on the neighbors and pulled away quickly. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Her vague sense of unrest was gone as soon as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. 

The house seemed strangely empty but she was happy to have the time to herself. Rebecca worked from home and she needed to make some headway on her current project. She sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the remnants of their breakfast. God, could it be that she missed him already? Amused at her unexpected neediness, she chuckled as she cleared away their plates.

Every night that week, Rebecca had the same dream. A pale blue light, the smell of smoke, an earthquake. Every morning she awoke with tears on her cheeks, but she could never remember what was so sad. 

Rebecca astounded herself with a sudden outpouring of creativity. The week passed by in a productive blur. Before she knew it, it was Monday. Her husband's flight was due in the early evening and she expected him home in time for a late dinner. She could hardly wait.

At eight o' clock sharp Rebecca stretched herself out luxuriously over freshly laundered silk sheets. Dinner was warm in the oven and she expected her husband home any moment now. She had put on her black silk nightie and had taken special cares with her below-the-belt grooming. The silk dress gently caressed her satiny skin with every movement of her body. Maybe tonight was going to be the night? 

At eight forty-five he still hadn't arrived. Where was he? Maybe his flight was delayed? Hopefully he was all right. Maybe the plane had some sort of trouble? Didn't she just watch a movie about something like that? She snuggled into the sheets. What was the name of that movie? It had that handsome guy from that silly romantic-comedy about a maid. She needed to talk to her husband about hiring a maid. Rebecca fell asleep.

Her dreams were uneasy and troubled with the sounds of breaking glass and the smell of smoke. Rebecca awoke with the harsh smell of cigarettes stinging her nostrils. Her husband lay next to her, gently caressing her skin through the silken dress. He inhaled, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. His breath tickled her neck. Did she leave the oven on? She turned to ask her husband and found herself staring into the face of a stranger.

His face was gaunt and his cheekbones were pronounced. Long dark hair surrounded a pale face with a wide sensual mouth. His lips were full and almost red, effeminate. His eyes. His eyes were deeply set, uncommonly large, and heavily lidded. Long dark lashes framed gray-blue irises ringed by a paler icy-blue. Shocked beyond action, she found herself hypnotized by his gaze. His glance was keen and his face was eloquent with desire.

"Don't say anything. Don't even think about moving." His voice was a rich baritone, soothing, almost narcotic. He issued his commands quietly, menacingly.

Rebecca looked down and realized he was holding a knife. Her eyes grew wide as her pupils dilated with fear. 

"My husband's going to be home any minute now."

"Shut up. Do exactly what I say or your husband's a dead man."

Rebecca stifled a sob. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. He stared at her. God those eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing; his pale blue irises were almost liquid in their clarity. He held the knife with one hand, and with the other he resumed his caress. He trailed it along her body teasingly, slowly. She could feel the soft silk of her nightgown catch on his rough fingertips. 

His hand brushed past a silk-covered nipple; it stiffened in response. He lifted his gaze to her face. Rebecca turned away, her cheeks burning. His hand continued to roam over her body. He caressed the smooth skin of her thighs. His fingers grazed gently over her mound. She felt a flush of warmth between her legs.

"Please." Rebecca fought back her tears.

"Take off your dress," he said, in the same calm chilling tone. 

Rebecca struggled not to cry as she slowly lifted her nightgown up, revealing her most intimate parts to his piercing gaze. She closed her eyes and lifted the dress up over her head, the silk dropped into a soft pile at her side. He let out a soft groan.

"Lie down on the bed."

Rebecca lowered herself onto the silk sheets. She lay there for a long time, feeling his eyes travel up and down the length of her body, taking in the forms of her curves: her soft flushed skin, her erect nipples, her shaved pussy. For a long time he just looked at her; his breathing grew louder. Rebecca couldn't help it but she felt her body responding. 

"You're beautiful. Your husband was a fool to leave you alone."

He brought his hand to her stomach, trailing it lightly across her quivering flesh. He stared at her body as if in awe. His pale blue eyes caught the light, his gaze holding her captive as he explored her satiny skin with his fingertips. He lowered his face to hers and delicately inhaled the scent of her skin. 

He moved on top of her, his hands held her arms high above her head, pinning her to the silky bed. Rebecca felt the cold handle of the knife crushing her hand. She smelled cigarettes as he moved his face against hers; breathing in the sweet scent of her exhale. His mouth was at her mouth, softly brushing her lips. He pressed his mouth into her harder. His kisses grew more urgent. She felt his erection swelling. 

He was at her neck, his tongue searing across her flesh, his hot breath burning her skin. He brought her arms down lower, still crushing her hands beneath his. He planted a trail of kisses from her neck to the tip of her breast. His icy blue eyes watched her face intently as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Rebecca moaned involuntarily. 

Her vision was momentarily obscured, she felt tears falling thick and fast into her hair. Her body was responding to this rapist's attention in ways it had never responded to her husband. What was wrong with her? His touch was electric, little jolts of pleasure arched up her body wherever he made contact with her skin. She begged him to stop but he was deaf to her pleading. He sat up and raised the knife, wielding it at Rebecca's chest. 

"Kneel." 

He moved backward off the bed, still pointing the knife directly at Rebecca's heart.

"Get up now."

He pulled Rebecca to edge of the bed and pulled her up on her knees. His hand was at his fly. He took himself out; he was large and throbbing with excitement. He placed himself against her mouth, dropping the knife to his side. 

Rebecca blinked away her tears, she tried to turn away but he held her jaw and lifted her face up to meet his gaze. He shook his head slightly; the threat in his chilling blue glare was unmistakable. 

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe, just maybe, she could distract him enough to take the knife. She stroked her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She parted her lips and enveloped him in her mouth, tasting the salty evidence of his excitement as she moved her head up and down his cock. He moaned softly. 

She felt him take her hand and place it on the root of his shaft. He grabbed her other hand and moved them to his balls. If she could just get him to close his eyes, maybe she could wrestle the knife away from him. Rebecca was sucking his cock earnestly now. She watched his face, anticipating the moment when he would drop his guard. 

God, those eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her blush, but still she watched him: waiting. She bobbed her head faster, moving one hand up and down his length in time with her mouth. Her other hand cupped his testicles, gently caressing them. His breathing became more agitated, his eyes began to close...

Suddenly he pulled back, withdrew himself from her mouth. He pushed her on her back and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. For a long moment he waited, his breath coming fast and heavy. Slowly, reverentially, he spread her legs apart. He kneeled down and kissed her thighs, stroking the edge of his tongue across her skin. His face was rapturous as he lowered himself closer to her sex, like someone in the midst of a religious experience. He breathed against her, inhaling the sweet smell of her. 

He lifted his gaze to Rebecca's face, leaned forward, and without touching it, blew gently on her clit. Rebecca shuddered. He moved the tip of his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her excitement. Suddenly he drove his tongue inside her, pressing his face hard into her body. Rebecca jolted, tried vainly to move backwards away from the invasion. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body towards him, savagely stabbing her again and again with his tongue.

He withdrew and held his mouth over her clit, waiting. His pale-blue eyes watching her face closely. He had purposely avoided touching her on her most sensitive part. When his tongue finally made contact with her aching clit, Rebecca felt herself convulse. 

Jolts of pleasure shook through her body. He flicked his tongue up and down her clitoris and softly caressed her labia with his fingertips. He enveloped her with his mouth, using his lips, stroking her with his tongue. He moaned loudly, she felt his voice vibrate against her body. His fingers trailed up and down her slit, feeling her wetness. He dove them inside of her. The knife lay on the floor, forgotten.

Rebecca felt the room spin. This isn't happening. This isn't real. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to wake up. It didn't help; she was suddenly acutely aware of everything. His warm mouth surrounding her sex. His hot breath against her flesh. His soft lips stroking her in time with his tongue. 

His tongue. She was intensely aware of his tongue: how it felt, how it moved, the texture of it as he swirled it around her clit. His fingers moved faster inside her. The smell of smoke hung in the air.

"Come for me." His deep voice vibrated against her body.

Rebecca began to feel the unfamiliar tremors building up inside her. She struggled to subdue the flooding sensations; to push them away. Her senses reeled. The room spun. The ground began to shake. 

"NO!" Rebecca cried, on the verge of sobbing.

He stood up and moved back between her legs. He placed his cock at her dripping entrance. She felt his manhood pulsing against her. For a few moments he just held it there, twitching, leaking beads of excitement. He rubbed himself up and down her slit, gently moving the tip across her eager clit. Rebecca felt a shock of pleasure. 

He fixed his liquid-clear gaze on her face then slowly, deliberately, he penetrated her. He pushed himself in until just the tip of his cock was inside of her. Rebecca's muscles pulsated around him. He moaned and pulled himself out slowly. 

He entered and withdrew repeatedly, fucking her with the tip of his cock. Then he moved inside her inch by inch until he was halfway in, surrounded by her warm engorged flesh. He withdrew himself at the same achingly slow rate. 

Rebecca writhed around the bed, struggling to defeat the sensations rising up inside her. He started fucking her faster, never putting his full length into her. He licked his fingertips and moved them to her clit, stroking it. Waves of pleasure rose from somewhere deep inside Rebecca's being; threatening to engulf her.

"Uh- you feel so good."

He started thrusting into her, faster and deeper. His fingers were sliding up and down her clit. Rebecca tried to fight the sensations rising up inside of her, but the tremors were building; starting to consume her. She felt her will weakening. His eyes held hers captive: mesmerizing, imploring. Rebecca couldn't look away.

"Come for me. Please."

He was ramming into her furiously. His hand at her clit moved yet faster and faster. He pushed himself into her fully, his cock completely surrounded by her twitching aching flesh. 

His face contorted in pain, his eyes grew moist. He leaned forward. He was on top of her, his mouth urgently seeking hers, but still he kept his pale blue eyes locked onto hers. His hands were at her hips, pulling her into his savage thrusts. He threw himself into her wildly. Rebecca felt something at the center of her being tremble and then give way.

"I love you." He moaned against her lips.

Rebecca's world exploded, she couldn't breath, she couldn't think. It felt like an earthquake. They came together. Her body convulsed wildly as wave after wave of pleasure devastated her. Feral screams reverberated in the room. He thrashed against her as he felt her muscles contract around him uncontrollably. Rebecca felt electric surges of pleasure shooting out from somewhere in the center of her being. The ground shook and the walls quaked. As her spasms died down, Rebecca realized that the wild screams were issuing from her own throat. 

They lay side by side, exhausted. Their chests heaved up and down together: breathing in time. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close. He kissed her softly and told her how much he loved her. His words were soothing in her ear. 

Rebecca lay next to him, lulled by the tone of his voice; sweet syllables echoing gently in her heart. The last thing she was aware of before drifting off into oblivion was the steady beating of his heart, his face pressed against her own, and his voice softly singing. 

When Rebecca woke up she was alone, there were tears on her cheeks; she didn't know if they were hers or his. 

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Rebecca never told anyone that she was raped. She couldn't bring herself to tell her husband. She was afraid he would ask questions; that he would find out she enjoyed it. Rebecca's husband had come home to find broken glass on the floor. Rebecca was safe but acting strange. She told him that it was a burglar. 

They never caught him, the rapist, but Rebecca thought about him often. She would see his face on a crowded train, his gaunt cheeks, his pale skin, his pale blue eyes soft with desire. She would find herself walking alone at night, along a deserted street or through a dark alley and the smell of smoke would suddenly overwhelm her: stinging her nostrils, burning her lungs. These incidents invariably turned out to be nothing more than a case of mistaken identity or the smell of cigarettes drifting from an open window but they always left her feeling disturbed; her heart strangely heavy. 

Rebecca had no more problems in the marital bed. When her husband made love to her, all she had to do was close her eyes and imagine him pinning her down on the silken bed. She would see him clearly in her mind: those eyes, his dark hair falling softly across his pale gaunt cheeks. She remembered his lips against her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. His mouth urgently caressing her lips, telling her that he loved her. The smell of smoke. 

Soon she would start to feel the familiar tremors welling up inside her. Waves of pleasure rose from somewhere in the center of her being and the ground would start to shake.



La Petite Mort



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La Petite Mort, Oh How Appropriate



She stretched lazily under his persistent gaze, her heavily lidded eyes lit by her cat like smile. It was the first time she had chosen to sleep with someone and do nothing besides kissing and cuddling.

She turned face down on the bed, a quiet little moan escaping her lips as the soft sheets caressed her bare skin. She gasped at the sudden pleasure of his warm breath on her neck as he slowly kissed his way to her earlobe and bit it gently.

He arranged himself on top of her, the lower half of his body resting between her slightly parted thighs. His movements as he brushed himself softly against her caused her already aching breasts to rub to the silky sheets making her moan softly again. The pressure of his arousal against her bottom made her groan, sending shivers up and down her spine and the delicious tingling that had already started between her legs spread everywhere as she felt her underwear getting soaked with her essence.

She was the type of woman you could easily arouse, but making her come was not an easy task, it was something no one had accomplished for a long time and now she was dying for it.

She whimpered at the soft caress of his fingertips along her sides, the feeling of his warm wet tongue sliding along her nape, as every hair on her body lifted in goose bumps and she became suddenly aware of every hard muscle on his body that was pressed against hers. The low groan that left his throat, as she arched her back and swayed her hips lightly, vibrated through her. 

She raised her left hand and run her long fingers through his dark hair pushing it out of his eyes and then pulling it softly emitting another groan from his throat.

He swallowed hard and sucked a shaky breath when her hand left his hair and slowly slid between their bodies. He pulled back a little to give her delicate hand space and the minute her fingers found his throbbing erection he breathed out hard in a moan filled with desire.

"There's fire dancing between your fingers," he mouthed with another groan, throaty and low as a growl, as her fingers lingered there, the upper half of her body bending a little upwards and turning slightly to look in his blue-green eyes, darkened now by lust.

"Your touch wraps me in blazing flames," he exhaled roughly as her fingers wrapped accordingly around him. Every movement of her fingers, however slight, caused beautiful responses of him.

One more touch made it happen; it pushed him over his limit, crushing his so preciously and proudly held self control. He gathered himself away, breathing heavily, and the second she turned to her side to protest at the absence of his body, he abruptly turned her further to face him and pinned her against the mattress.

She moved to wrap her arms around him, desire burning in the back of her throat, but he seized her wrists, with the agility and grace only he possessed, and lifted them above her head, holding them firmly with his left hand, grinning at her feeble attempts to free them. Only a couple of pieces of clothing separated them and only one was hers.

He leaned closer until his face was inches away from hers, his soft lips. barely out of reach for her to kiss as restrained as she was. He brushed his lips against hers and licked from the center to the corner of her mouth teasingly, and oh so softly, only to move away as soon as her parted lips attempted to envelop the warmth of his tongue. Leaving the delicious softness of her lips, he licked his way along her neck finding each and every sweet spot, making her skin tingle all over, to her collarbone and then to her left shoulder going downward until he reached her ample bosom. He traced a circle and then another and another, getting closer and closer, around her rosy nipple. His right hand strayed to her side, stroking her sensitive skin, softly dragging his nails all the way from her ribs to her hip and to the inside of her thigh earning a low moan from deep within her. He hooked his fingers to the waistband of her soaked lacy briefs und pulled them off of her with one swift motion. He caressed her outer lips softly making her breath catch in anticipation and then cupped her mound tightly, the pressure making that knot inside her tighter, the tingle down low in her stomach and between her parted thighs pleasurably painful, or maybe painfully pleasurable.

When his mouth reached her areola, barely a breath away from his warm lips wrapping around it, he pulled away and licked his way to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, deliberately missing again her sensitive nipple. She opened her mouth to protest but a long finger came to rest on her lips silencing her. His hand left her mouth to brush off of her face a stray strand of hair.

"Perhaps you would like me to stop then?" he teased in a husky voice, perfectly adorned by his English accent, his half smile lighting up his eyes.

"No, no, please, I really don't!" she breathed out desperately.

He pushed his dark hair out of his face and, giving her his devilish grin, he let go of her hands, got up and disappeared in the hallway. He had this way of striding away, with a confidence high enough to look like he owned every grain of sand, every speck of dust and every chunk of stone he walked on, but also subtle enough to be beautiful.

She curled her naked body in a ball on her side, her heart filling up with vulnerability and guilt; she had pleaded him and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time as the night was still young.

Mere seconds later he was walking to her again, now with a more serious look on his face, his clothes off and a dark red silky scarf between his fingers, the fine fabric dancing in the air in the rhythm of his determined slow pacing.

Her heart skipped a bit, or rather many of them, in the light of his sudden bareness. She unconsciously gathered herself in a sitting position. She loved the sight of a naked body but that thing never happened to her, it never shook her off her feet. She was extremely comfortable with nudity, both her own and not, but this was different; she could swear she could finally feel something, something strong enough to make her lose it for a moment and stare at him, not just like it was the first time she caught a glimpse of his naked body, but rather like it was the first nude body she ever actually saw. And then she did another thing she never normally did, she blushed and looked away. What was he doing to her?

She blinked a couple of times but his image still burned behind her eyelids. He was tall. Quite tall actually. His body was all lean muscle, definitely the reason behind his elegant, straight up posture. But it wasn't just filled with hard straight lines and high contrast-something she would find rather unappealing. It had softer, more curved lines and a fierce gentleness to it instead. His ivory skin flawless apart from a scar running down a couple of inches along the middle of his chest. She had noticed every small detail of his beauty, every bump and every hollow in his muscular built.

His weight on the bed brought her back out of her thoughts, thoughts she didn't think she could have for anyone, thoughts she had long prayed would disrupt the eerie calm of her mind. He held the scarf in front of her widening eyes in both his elegant, long fingered hands.

"Would you let me?" he inquired, in a soft voice.

"I...I have never tried this before." 

And she had not; never relinquishing control, she was always the one in charge.

"I was sure of that." he grinned at her.

"But..."

"Trust me when I say this, you couldn't possibly imagine the beauty of the slightest touch you are missing on with open eyes, the beauty of not knowing what to expect." His tone was now heavy and seductive.

"I just... Just don't hurt me."

"I will not hurt you, I will give you no pain, I promise." he replied reassuring her, his blue green eyes staring deeply in her dark brown ones.

She nodded and he leaned forward. Carefully placing the scarf on top of her closed eyelids, taking away her sight, he secured it on the side, so that it would not be uncomfortable for her when she lied down. He pushed her backwards gently, until she was resting on her back, and then arranged her arms on her sides spread and while stroking her reassuringly, he parted her thighs.

"What I want of you is to keep this on," he said lightly touching the fabric over her eyes, "and keep your arms and legs where I arranged them.

If you do otherwise, I will assume you want me to stop and I will do so immediately."

She nodded hesitantly.

"And don't focus on not having your sight, focus on having the rest." he added in a husky voice.

She nodded again and muttered some sort of agreement.

She was uneasy. She couldn't hold still under his gaze, a piercing gaze she currently could not return. She kept fidgeting, tapping her fingers on the mattress, curling her toes, breathing fast through her chest, moving her head.

He gathered himself and got up, took a step back. Oh, the toll she was taking on him. Her sole vulnerability as she was just lying down, nervous and under his control, made a little groan build up in his throat as he felt himself harden for her even more. He stroked himself a couple of times. This was going to be hard; restraining him from giving her everything she wanted, restraining himself from taking what he needed. But he did this for her and he would keep it up until it was unbearable for the both of them.

He leaned in and softly cupped her face. He started caressing her skin, easing away the tension, until her features relaxed and returned to their normal peaceful state.

The next thing she felt were his warm wet lips on the side of her neck. He was kissing and nibbling on the soft skin making her breathing irregular, her heart pound hard and fast at the sudden proximity. And then down he went to her breasts, giving a single quick stroke to her nipples with his tongue, resulting in her gasping for air. His tongue, never breaking contact with her skin, strayed lower and lower, along her midriff, circled her navel and licked its tantalizing way to her nether lips.

She held her breath trembling in anticipation.

Then she felt his lips and teeth on the inside of her thigh; it was too late to hold back her whimper as he moved closer to her wet folds. His fingers caressed her calves and moved up to her hips. He pushed her shaking legs further apart. She could feel herself drip onto the silky sheets, her wetness overflowing, being too much for her pink swollen lips to hold.

The feeling of his tongue sliding along her cleft made her numb inside out. He licked circles around her pulsing clit, never directly touching the hard nub, making her ache for even a single stroke of his tongue on it, making her pray he would close his lips around it and suck until she fainted from the pleasure. Then he teased her entrance, sliding his tongue around it and then pushing barely the tip inside. Her breathing was now shallow, moans were escaping her dry lips as she strived to keep her legs and arms where he had arranged them; she couldn't afford him to stop.

His right hand moved to her breasts to massage them.

"Oh god pleeaase..." she whimpered.

"Sorry, what? Didn't hear you."

"I said please." she whispered.

"What was that?" he teased, the vibrations from his voice spreading through her, his tongue finally giving her aching bud the slightest brief touch, the smirk on his face even audible in his voice. She involuntarily bucked her hips.

"I BEG of you!" she raised her trembling voice, "please... I... I did all you asked of me."

"Indeed." he replied.

He moved upward, leaving her exposed slit, and finally kissed her; he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, finding hers. She could taste herself on him and she loved it. He always kissed so beautifully it made a knot come up in the back of her throat, it made her eyes sting and brought her to the edge of tearing up. Maybe it was the anticipation, or maybe the fact that someone like him was kissing her. Maybe it was even gratitude or even feelings pent up for years.

With the tip of a finger he rubbed from her entrance to her clit and back down, going in just a knuckle.

"Do you want this?" he mouthed softly, his other hand simultaneously removing her blindfold. She blinked a couple of times until she could see him clearly in the dim light.

"Yes, please," she whispered.

"How bad?" he teased nibbling her earlobe.

"I need this..." she said under her breath, a pleading look on her face. She had not been with anyone, in a very long time, capable of making her come this close and most certainly no one had ever managed to make her beg. It wasn't just about what he was doing to her, but also about whom he was. He was perfection. And for her meticulous, demanding and somewhat cynical personality that meant a lot.

"Oh well..." he stopped everything he was doing and pulled himself away, a smirk on his face. 

She remained to look at him stunned. That knot in the back of her throat tightened. He had just left her like that. She had obeyed him, pleaded him, believed him, and eventually begged him. And he played with her. He had made her melt to his touch. And that's how she felt at that moment. Her inability to cum with anyone for a long time had been tormenting her, the fear it would happen again was now burning her, her lust was consuming her. 

There is such intimacy in a woman's orgasm, especially when it's an experience shared; under no circumstances did being brought to it by her own hand, beneath her covers every other night, qualify as what she craved. She closed her eyes and tears emerged from underneath. A sob was building in her chest but the ache inside had not subsided the least. Her skin tingled at every place he had touched and her body seemed to defy her emotional state.

She was so vulnerable to him. That made him want to comfort her but it also drove him crazy, brought the blood rushing in his veins, made him lust after her, made him want to explode inside her. He leaned in close and arranged himself with his hips between her still parted numb thighs, his fingers tangled in her messy hair.

"Look at me," he urged her.

She averted her damp eyes.

"Look at me!" he urged her. He was making demands now,

"You... why would you...» she muttered opening her eyes, a look of hurt, confusion, maybe even anger, dimming their warm brown.

"I did not." he replied and kissed her lips tenderly at first and then passionately, deeply, pushing himself against her. His touch swept her again off her feet and her mind went blank. Her whole world seemed to have shrunken and burst into flames between her legs. She clenched the sheet in her small fists.

He rubbed himself around her opening, then over and over against her frantically throbbing clit and pleasure welled up inside her. He kept rubbing against her nub and her sweet, intense moans rang in his ears like the most beautifully arousing melody. As she came closer and closer, she wrapped her arms around him and lifted her hips to meet him. The waves of pleasure stemming from his touch came crushing on her more and more frequently until she could barely breathe.

And with a single thrust he filled her up.

For a second the world froze. And then it was like the seams which held her waking world would come undone. It was like walls went tumbling down deep inside, like the icy crystals of fear, disdain and sadness that had long been poking and piercing her soul shattered at once. He pounded deep inside her faster and faster. Her world shook and the most deliciously pleasurable spasms rocked through her entire existence and she exploded in the most beautifully, paralyzing intense orgasm in her lifetime, calling out his name.

Her moans and gasps always aroused him more than anything in his world. To have her sweet body to his disposition to please, have her in his mercy made him almost hurt of pleasure. She seemed to barely be able to breathe in-between the sounds she couldn't help but make. His name coming out of her rosy lips like that, in a guttural manner, like a river flow of carnal pleasure was more than he could take. His climax followed suit. His body was like it had caught fire. The flames licked their way to his loins and his next thrusts were spontaneous. His hips bucked several times before his load spilled inside her and dripped between her spread thighs.

In the intensity of the moment she had almost forgotten to breathe. Now she was panting desperately, dizzy from the deprivation of oxygen, fighting the shimmering of the light around her. But the darkness took hold of her and she fell to a deep dreamless sleep in his arms, just in time to feel the soft kiss he planted on her forehead.



La Petite Mort (The Little Death)



Ritchie was adamant, "Margaret this whole situation is ridiculous. I can't believe I let you lure me over here." 

"We can make this work. Just stay the night with me."

"I don't think my significant other would appreciate..."

I interrupted him, "So, are you still seeing her on the side?"

"I don't see her on the side I see YOU on the side." 

"Significant other?" I laughed a little, "Are you married or is she a lover? Do you live with her?"

The blue eyes that used to hold me captive now seemed ice cold. "You know enough about my personal life. And since I'm breaking this off, there is no need to give any details about her or our relationship."

"I was only asking because on numerous occasions you have mentioned thinking of me at night and masturbating. That doesn't seem plausible if you live with someone. If you sleep next to her but fantasize about me that means something." 

"It means I have a healthy sex life. There's nothing wrong with fantasy and experimentation. That's what you don't seem to get. The reason I'm leaving you is because you won't try new things, BASIC things that most people do when they fuck. I can devour your body yet your lips..." His voice softened, "...your beautiful lips won't venture past my face."

I knew he was talking about anal sex. We had only been lovers since February but he had requested it several times. Maybe he had a right to know... maybe I should tell him my secret. "I had a dream about us and I think it was prophetic." When I looked over at Ritchie he appeared to be staring off into space. But he smiled when I began to blush.

He was interested. "What happened in this dream?"

"I umm, I performed fellatio, you know." When he laughed at my confession, I distanced myself. I settled on the couch next to the window and looked outside to avoid his stare. Ritchie followed and sat beside me.

"You mean you sucked my cock," He prodded. I laughed nervously, still avoiding his gaze. I had never talked explicitly with anyone, man or woman. Understandably I found the conversation slightly uncomfortable yet erotic. No matter what I was feeling at the moment, this honesty, though awkward, was necessary.

"Yes," came out as a whisper.

Ritchie scooted closer and reached for my hand. His voice was soothing, "So say it dirty." 

I turned to face him contemplating his question. 

"Tell me what you did in your dream." He let go of my fingers and rested his arm around my shoulder. "You sucked my cock,"

"I performed fellatio." I repeated. My eyes fell to my lap as shame washed over me. Then I noticed it. Ritchie was hard. 

It was a contest of wills that needed to end. "Margaret?"

"I sucked... your cock." I said softly, shaking my head in disbelief. How could I utter such filth? I couldn't believe I just told him that. After all only bad girls did such things... and I was a good girl.

"Did you like it?"

My eyes were glued to the bulge in his jeans. Ritchie started unfastening them with his free hand, causing my vagina to betray me when his erection came into view. "Yes," I admitted, weakly as I watched it twitch.

"Show me how you sucked it." He was maneuvering me down to his lap, guiding me first by the shoulder then by my neck. "Its ok... I know its your first time." Ritchie's fingers tangled through my dark mane. 

I was face to face with his one eyed devil. Captivated and disgusted at the same time. My mouth opened slightly but not enough to take him in totally. All I managed was a taste, like the first lick of an ice cream cone to gage the flavor. "I sucked your cock." I said it louder this time but the powerful statement still sounded pathetic.

"Show me Margaret." He encouraged.

There were reservations, "What if..."

"Just start off slow and easy." The tone in his voice was hypnotic, willing me to honor his request.

I tucked a leg under myself and pivoted around so that I was sideways. Once in position, I leaned over again and went down on him. This time I didn't stop at the tip, my mouth slid down to the base then pulled against the suction on the way up. Each time my head bobbed there was a new sensation on my tongue to take pleasure in. Ritchie's moaning told me that he liked it too. I savored the taste and texture of him and started to move my hand in pace with my mouth. That simple action prevented his short blond hairs from tickling my nose. Ritchie was sooo wet and that allowed me to move with ease over him. 

"You're so naughty," He teased, moving the hair from my face. "My naughty girl."

I had been gently massaging his balls, but took a break from my sucking to stimulate them orally. He groaned when the cool air hit his cock which appeared rosy against his fair skin. I teased him with my tongue then gently brought his sack into my mouth. It was a move I had apprehensively made in my dream. After a few moments I made my way back to his erection kissing it then swirling my tongue around the tip before plunging down the veins and ridges. The taste of his pre cum in the back of my throat soaked my already damp panties. But as he neared climax he lost control and began pumping himself up into my mouth. All I could do was try to stay soft for him, a relaxed hole with no teeth. My lips stayed open as he pumped deep building friction. I felt the back of my dress rise and my panties bunch to the side. Ritchie had found my wetness and was exploring it with his fingers. It was hard concentrate now. I found myself grinding down on his hand guiding his attention to my clit. But he was interested in other things. His hand, slick with my juices, began to retract. He was still rubbing me, rubbing my behind when he spread my cheeks. I was open... exposed... and secretly intrigued. What was he up to? And then I felt it. Ritchie was working a finger into my ass. Oh my god it felt so damn good, but it was wrong. I gagged while crying out, "Ahhhh... no no no." The words were muffled by my mouth full of cock. Just a garbled plea for him to stop. "No no no no no" I was saying to myself in my head. Telling myself, 'No, you aren't supposed to like this feeling'. I was physically and mentally a mess and Ritchie was loving it.

"Mmmm..." We were both moaning uncontrollably. Ritchie, from the oral sex and me from the anal. Thank God he relented. 

I will reluctantly admit that he proved his point. Variety in sex is pleasing. Suddenly I was overcome with emotion. I braced my hand on his stomach attempting to stop him from moving in my mouth. If he was leaving, then this wasn't the way I wanted him to remember me. Swollen red lips and cum dripping from my chin. I was in way over my head, "Ritchie..." I looked up at him teary eyed hoping he wouldn't be too mad that he didn't cum. I had been willing to continue before he decided to get freaky with the finger in my ass. But then, what I considered freaky, he considered the norm, and that's where we differed. That's why we were splitting up.

He must have sensed that this was a bit too much for me. "I knew you wouldn't be able to do it, and that's ok. Margaret, I don't want you to be something your not." He stood up and fastened his jeans even though he was still hard. I imagine it must have been uncomfortable. "What we had was good and part of what I liked was how innocent you are. But the novelty has worn off and she..."

The issue always came back around to her. "Do you love her?"

"Yes." He said plainly.

"Do you love me?"

"You know how I feel about you." His answer was evasive as usual.

My voice was broken, "All I know is that you're leaving me."

"And you also know why."

"I was a virgin before we met." I reasoned, "I allowed you to take my virginity and now you're acting like it meant nothing."

"That's not how it happened and you know it. I gave you ample opportunities to grow sexually. Once you gain more experience you will realize that no one likes fucking missionary."

"That's not fair Ritchie... I've done everything you've asked. And I just... I just sucked... it."

"I don't want to have to ask for it. I always initiate the sex. It's like you have no drive... no desires of your own. All I get is compliance and that's not a turn on. This meeting was a bad idea. I think I'm going to go." He headed for the door but I rushed over and blocked it. 

"Please don't." There was so much desperation in my voice. 

"You're delusional Margaret. I am no good for you, can't you see that?"

"When we first met you were everything to me. So learned and handsome... you had this great sense of humor and a great laugh. You even loved literature as much as I do." I shook my head as the memories flooded back, "You represented this grand idea." I admitted softly. "And that sweet little smile... so... mischievous..."

"Margaret, I look at you and see this beautiful girl that I don't want to do without," His words made me smile for a moment as I dabbed away my tears. Ritchie's eyes were slightly red too. "But as the experienced one here, I have to think about what's best not just for me but for you."

I tried to control my tears to no avail. Since I didn't want him to see me crying so it was time to say goodbye. I held onto the knob for a moment then opened the door. He reached past me and shut it. Ritchie firmly cupped my face and pinned my body to the door. We were trembling as we held each other. I expected him to stop me from unbuttoning his shirt but he just looked into my face. Ritchie saw the tears on my cheeks and kissed them away before playfully gnawing my lips. 

The only thing I could think of at the moment was that this would be the last time I would smell his scent so I closed my eyes inhaled deeply. I kissed his chest tenderly and felt my dress rising above my hips. He kneeled and looked at my lower body as if he had never seen it before and welcoming sight of skin with feather light kisses. He nibbled at my thighs then pulled off my pink cotton bikini's. I saw him stuff them in his pocket. What on earth was he planning on doing with them? I put it out of my mind when he hungrily kissed in between my legs. 

(I was reminded of a time a couple of months ago when he was playing with me in my sleep. He thinks he's slick and likes to come upon me tired and lazy so he can do 'things' to me. I have always been resistant to the notion of oral sex, until today that is. Ritchie doesn't know this but once when he thought I was asleep and was playing with my limp body, he gave me a little slice of heaven. When I felt my gown rise above my tummy I didn't move, knowing that he loves the feel of my silky skin against his as we sleep. But this time was different... there was warm air blowing on me down below. His warm breath, and then moisture. The flat of his tongue sliding against my pink center. It was the softest thing I have ever known, softer then my puppy, softer then a baby's skin or cashmere. I decided not to move one muscle and stayed perfectly still as he tasted me. Common sense would have told me to open my legs or acknowledge him. But I didn't. I was unwilling. He used his tongue purposefully, drawing a deep line through me. My breathing, once steady but now jagged told him that I was awake so he stopped. Why did he stop?)

I could smell my wetness and knew it was driving him crazy. I had creamed my panties while sucking his cock. Ritchie tasted me then made his way back up to my neck and bit me softly. I was devastated when he backed away. "Margaret we shouldn't..." He sounded out of breath as he fought with himself on what was right and wrong. 

"Please," I begged as I tugged down his jeans, "Please Ritchie." My soft begging was all he needed to hear. Ritchie pinned my back against the door and held my left leg up as he entered me. 

We stared at one another until I let out a loud sigh. "Do you feel that?"

"What?" 

"The perfect fit." My words came hurriedly, "Since you are the only man I have ever been with, my insides are custom fit to your cock."

"Your tight little puss..." He liked the sound of that, "...is my chocolate treat."

"That's right..." I breathed out with each thrust, "It... It belongs to you. All of my future lovers will be trying to fit your mold."

He felt me starting to get weak and scooped his hands under my hips for more leverage. I wrapped my legs around him as I felt him thrust inside again, this time so deep that it made me gasp. "For a while I was torn too. I thought you were bad for me and I wanted to break things off. But now I know that we were brought together for a reason. You are not just good for me, we are good for each other." I paused for a moment when he started hitting my spot. "I will always be your girl... Ritchie..." He was breaking me down. Only breathless moaning followed. Who knew that sex outside of a bed could be so good?

I closed my eyes and held onto his head which was resting on my shoulder as he caught a steady rhythm on my clit and fucked me against the door. I was filled with so many emotions because he was leaving and from the ecstasy he was giving me. Ritchie exploded inside my body causing me to do the same. Le petit mort, the little death.

We slid to the floor in a state of uncertainty. Now that we had settled the question of whether he was good for me or not, would he still leave?



La plage



La plage

C’était la fin de journée. Nous avions passé, mon compagnon du moment et moi, une bonne après-midi à la plage de la Baule. Bien que je ne sois pas une passionnée de cette station, on y trouve tout de même de bien belles jeunes filles.

Le soleil était moins brûlant et beaucoup plus agréable sur la peau. J’étais bien, détendue.

Les gens pliaient leur parasol et quittaient la plage pour retrouver leurs pénates.

J’étais sur le ventre. J’ouvris les yeux et vis mon compagnon, dormant tranquillement sur le dos. Cela faisait quatre mois que nous étions ensemble. Cela faisait longtemps que je n’avais vécu aussi longtemps avec un homme. Avais je trouvé une part de féminité en lui? Je ne le sais pas.

Mon regard descendit le long de son ventre jusqu’à son boxer-short. Je remarquais alors l’indécence de la situation. Son rêve devait être très agréable.

Je levais la tête et regardais autour de moi. Nous étions presque seuls. Il restait des gens à environs 200 mètres de nous et la plupart remballaient leurs affaires.

Je retournais alors à la contemplation de son boxer-short. Le fait de voir son sexe en érection sous le vêtement me troubla. Je sentis mes sens fondrent petit à petit.

Sans réfléchir, j’avançais ma main vers la protubérance du maillot. Il sursauta lorsque je touchais le bout de son pénis. Je le caressais doucement avant de la masser à pleine main. Il gémit.

Je regardais encore autour de moi. Personne ne fit attention à mon manège.

C’est alors que je fis la chose la plus folle de ma vie. Je me déplaçais vers lui, m’installais, toujours à plat ventre, entre ses jambes. Je continuais à le masser avant de caresser son sexe sous le boxer-short avec mes lèvres et ma bouche. Il gémissait de plus belle.

J’étais très excitée. Ma cyprine inondait mon maillot.

Je fis glisser alors le boxer-short et posais ma bouche sur le gland tuméfié. Il ne dormait plus. Après quelques petits baisers sur le gland, j’ouvris la bouche et avalais tout son pénis.

Il grogna. Je me mis à le sucer avec gourmandise. Je léchais la hampe, la picorais de petit baisers et de petites coup de langues avant de gober tout l’ensemble jusqu’au fond de ma bouche.

Alors que je levais les yeux afin de voir ses réactions, je constatais que j’avais complètement oublié la proximité du remblais. 

J’étais en train de prodiguer une superbe pipe devant touts les promeneurs. 

Je vis des femmes dégoûtés, d’autres éloignant leur progéniture loin de ce couple pervers. 

La plupart des hommes, eux, semblaient ravis du spectacle. Leur femmes les fusillaient du regard. Quelque femmes, quand même, appréciait le spectacle.

J’étais trop excitée pour arrêter mon travail. Je crachais son pénis et tout en le masturbant, je souris au gens, complice, leur signifiant de se taire.

Le fait d’être l’attraction de touts ces gens, je retournais à mon office le désir encore plus décuplé.

Mon compagnon m’avouera le soir même que jamais une femme ne l’avait sucer avec autant d’entrain et de gourmandise.

Alors que je flattais ses adorables bourses, je sentis la sève monter. Je m’appétais alors à recevoir son sperme. Il éclata dans ma bouche, lâchant à grande saccade son liquide chaud et gluant. Je l’avalais du mieux que je ne le pouvais. Quelques gouttes perlèrent à la commissure de mes lèvres.

Je nettoyais tranquillement son oiseau avant de le réintroduire dans le boxer-short.

Alors que je remontais pour embrasser mon compagnon, j’entendis mes spectateurs applaudirent ma performance. Après un long baiser, je me levais et saluais comme au théâtre.

C’est la première et la dernière fois que je me suis exhibée en public à une heure aussi peu tardive.

Une fois dans notre chambre et dans le lit, mon compagnon me remercia de l’attention que je lui avais porté sur la plage. 

Il ne me fit pas l’amour. 

Il me baisa longuement avec passion et me sodomisa pour couronner le tout.

Deux ans plus tard, j’étais à nouveau en couple avec une ravissante jeune femme. On était à nouveau à la Baule. Je me souvins de cette fameuse fin d’après-midi à la Baule, deux ans plus tôt. On se connaissait depuis 6 jours et on était très attachée.

Je voulais retenter l’expérience, mais plus tard dans la nuit cette fois.

On alla faire une promenade en amoureuse sur le remblais un soir. Je portais un long manteau à la Colombo sans rien dessous. J’étais nue comme un ver et cela elle ne le savait pas.

Trouvant que l’on était bien à l’abri de regards indiscrets, je pris sa main et on descendit sur la plage. Je la pris dans mes bras et on échangea un long baiser.

Je finis par m’écarter d’elle et ouvris mon manteau. Je vis ses yeux s’agrandirent en voyant ma nudité. Elle regarda autour d’elle de peur d’être découverte.

Je m’allongeais alors sur le sable, écartais les jambes et lui montrait ce que j’attendais d’elle en massant mon pubis.

Elle s’installa alors entre mes cuisses et commença à butiner ma fleur. Elle était très douée et savait aire durer le plaisir. J’étais aux anges, le sexe délicieusement brouté par ma compagne.

Je m’étais installée de sorte à voir le remblais en cas de danger. Entre deux râles, je découvris un couple qui nous regardait visiblement très intéressé par notre affaire.

Je n’interrompis pas le travail de ma compagne. Je refermais les yeux. Lorsque je les ouvris à nouveau, le couple n’était plus là. Enfin, il n’était plus sur le remblais. Je vis deux formes bouger contre le mur du remblais sur la plage.

Je me dressais sur mes coudes et découvris le couple de tout à l’heure, lui debout, adossé au mur et elle a genoux lui prodiguant une superbe caresse buccale. Cela m’excita encore plus.

Après un long moment, elle se redressa. Je la vis retirer sa culotte et elle s’adossa à son tour au mur. Elle passa ses bras autour du cou de son compagnon. Il y eu une impulsion et elle croisa ses jambes autour des hanches de son homme. Ils la baisa ainsi devant moi.

Je jouis plusieurs fois sous la langue de mon amie tout en les regardant faire l’amour.

Je les vis jouir à leur tour. Leurs corps étaient agités de soubresaut. Elle étouffait ses cris de plaisirs sur l’épaule de compagnon.

Elle décroisa ses jambes. Ils remirent de l’ordre dans leur vêtement. 

Elle s’approcha de moi, déposa un petit baiser sur ma bouche et me donna sa culotte humide de ses liqueurs en me disant merci. Ils reprirent leur chemin.

Je finis par jouir une dernière fois, le nez sur la culotte, reniflant la douce fragrance de l’intimité de cette femme.



La Playa



As he stepped from the cabana and sunk his bare toes into the soft, cool sand he felt an invigorating sense of refreshment and ease. He'd needed this vacation... out of the country, away from work and family... completely alone. Alone... that concept rang through his head as he stared down the row of a dozen or so similar cabins comfortably spaced along the beachfront. Other than the few staffers manning the kitchen and maintaining the grounds, he only shared this out of the way oasis with one other guest, who he'd heard arrive by cab late last night, well after he had already retired. Not surprising though - after all, it was the off-season.

No one else seemed to share his "early to rise" habit, and his were the first footprints left in the sand as he walked along the shore, ushering out the tide as it slowly withdrew. The bottle of tanning oil in his shorts pocket thumped against his muscular thigh with every other step, echoing his steady cadence as he put more and more distance between himself and the tiny "resort," stopping only to bend down and collect the occasional odd-looking shell. Half an hour later, he could no longer see any trace of the cabin as he glanced behind him, and the morning sun had just peeked over the top of the hills looking down over the beach, warming his tan skin.

He turned towards the sea and looked out at the sunlight spilling across the swells and crests of the ever-present waves, deeply breathing in the fresh Pacific air. It was then that he realized there was absolutely no trace of civilization... he'd not passed one single building, road, sign... even the small bit of litter that had washed up along the shore back around the campgrounds was absent here. In a word... alone.

He couldn't resist the first thought that came to his mind and a moment later he was stepping out of the shorts lying in a loose pile around his ankles. The sun bounced off his naked flesh, warming him instantly and as he turned to face towards it and the lush hills over which it rose, he could feel a stirring between his thighs. He'd always had a favorite comfort in the outdoors and was most comfortable when he was enjoying it au natural. It had been quite some time since he had last been able to appreciate this small fetish of his, the married life severely limiting his time alone. But this weekend was all about him, and he could think of no better way to kick it off as he searched for a nice clear patch of fresh sand on which to lie down.

The wet, firm sand was cool against his bare ass and along the back of his legs as he stretched out, leaning back on his elbows and watching the gulls diving for their first meals of the day. His shadow stretched out low before him, punctuated by an ever-rising monolith, which leaned to and fro with each of his slow, steady breaths. Directing his focus from the shadow-dance to the source, he admired how very much thicker he seemed to get when he was outside in the sunshine, his arousal heightened by the fact that this was essentially a public place and the chance of being discovered, however slim it seemed to be, was greater out here than when indoors. Even if he were "caught" he didn't much care - he knew he'd most likely never see anyone he met here ever again. Besides... this was his vacation.

With that thought, he brushed the dry sand from his palms and fished the bottle of oil from his shorts. Opening the top, he passed it back and forth under his nose, smelling the wonderful mixture of mango, coconut and other tropical oils. This scent alone had always had an aphrodisiacal effect on him, and he felt himself lurch as the scent registered throughout his body. Leaning back on an elbow to watch, he upended the bottle and slowly drizzled the viscous liquid along his arm and chest, moaning as the warm fluid kissed his skin. He watched as it trailed down his abs, pooled in his navel, then poured down his sides. He shut his eyes tightly as the stream just licked the bobbing edge of his head before he directed it down the top of one thigh, then slowly up the other. Setting the bottle aside, he lay back and skillfully massaged the oil methodically into his skin, taking time to knead out the many tight spots here and there, but more than that, prolonging that first touch that his cock so longed for. 

Tilting his head forward, he watched as his member rose mast-like from the deck of his body, straining for attention. His hands dipped between his thighs, tugging and cupping at his warm, loose balls. He was surprised at how they already mildly ached, but he smiled, knowing this was a sure sign of huge impending release. Bringing his heels close to his buttocks and spreading his thighs wide, he could no longer resist and let out a loud, low moan as both hands wrapped around his base from either side and began their first of many long, slow ascents. Squeezing his fingers tightly around his engorged head, he stared fixatedly at the shiny drop of clear fluid oozing out his tip before letting go completely and laying his hands on top of his thighs as the pre-cum slowly drew a trail down his purple crown. He repeated this process for several minutes - creating a sensation of continuous exit by not applying any downward strokes. Those were always more intense, and he much enjoyed the mild build-up of these less sensitive upward strokes, grinning mischievously as several more drops of the sweet pre-cum leaked from his swollen, bulbous head. Collecting some on the web between his thumb and forefinger, he brought the freshest dollop to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the skin and tasting himself. But as the sun beamed down with greater ferocity, he knew he could not resist the temptation, that wonderful feeling only he knew how to provide himself, any longer.

Interlacing his fingers together such that they lay against the opposite palm, he created a tunnel around his throbbing cock, which like the rest of his body, was now glistening in the bright sunlight. Closing the heels of his palms together against the top of his shaft, he began a steady, rhythmic thrusting of his hips. Crying out aloud, his voice drifted out across the deserted beach and ocean, as the feeling he'd denied himself began proliferating throughout his loins. He was now completely in his element, all his attention focused on the incredible orgasm brewing up from deep inside of him. The faint crackle of the leaves and underbrush behind him never even registered as he thrust his ass against the cool sand, pulling his thick cock from the slippery sleeve of his hands. His moans were getting louder and louder now as the intensity increased, his hips driving up and down wildly. Only the sound of the surf crashing in on itself entered his consciousness, though he clearly saw it as he watched the oily escapade unfold before him. The sound of his balls slapping against his ass and thighs slowly diminished as they tightened, preparing to launch their seed, and as they did, he knew he'd already crossed the point of inevitability. 

Two incredible and shocking things happened in the next instant. As he watched himself masturbate and felt himself slipping into that surreal and other-worldly state of orgasm, he realized there was a shadow along his body that wasn't there before. His heart stopped for a moment, and he glanced back over his shoulder. That's when he saw her... so beautiful and yet so unexpected he momentarily froze. But as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight (into which he was now staring) he instantly knew that no longer being alone wasn't such a bad thing.

She was absolutely radiant, the sun spilling out behind her tone and slender frame. She wore a brightly colored floral print bikini top and a white gauze sarong tied around her waist, billowing in the slight breeze. She was kneeling on one knee, perched on the heel of her foot, while her other leg was extended completely, stretched out towards him. As his eyes traveled her long, tan leg, he noticed the matching thong wrapped around her ankle. It was only at that moment that he realized she was doing much more than just watching.

She seemed either not to have noticed or not to have cared that he'd discovered her, for her fingers were pulsing wildly against her sex, her half-opened eyes dark and smoky in their lust. Her full lips were wet and parted and now he could hear her panting over her clenched teeth. As he gazed into her deep eyes, he felt his own hands returning to their former rhythm and could scarcely believe what he was doing. His eyes left her lust-worn face and drifted down her tiny frame to focus on her own self-ministrations. Her fingers glistened as wetly as his own, though from a completely different essence, which the same breeze playing with the loose ends of her beach dress now wafted toward him, her scent intoxicating. 

Another low moan escaped his lips before he could check it and this seemed to signal her to do the same. She cried out as her orgasm overtook her and her fingers kept pressing... circling... gyrating. She screamed out as he noticed the heel of her outstretched leg carving a smooth arc in the sand as her intense orgasm drew her thighs uncontrollably closer. Her other hand clenched a pert breast and he could tell she was pinching her nipple between her ring and middle fingers. The ground beneath her seemed to quake as she leaned further and further forward... curling in on herself in the throes of her come. Come? Yes, that's right... so engrossed in the scene before him, he'd not only forgotten about what he was doing, but he seemed to have completely missed the locomotive event as it rumbled through him. Gobs of pearly white liquid were scattered across his torso, pooling in the indentations of his abs... streaming thickly down the sides of his oily pecs. His hands were still pumping, and as his attention returned to himself and the wonderful sight of his fresh, self-induced come, his second orgasm caught up to him and thundered through him, releasing another wave of fluid from his thick, veiny cock. He screamed out as he felt his tender balls clench tight and, like her, he curled in on himself as the spasms overtook him.

Spent and, for the moment, completely satisfied, he opened his eyes to see her settling alongside him, tracing her finger through the many puddles along his chest, occasionally bringing the tip of her finger to her lips, rubbing his seed along their pouty surface. She brought them, freshly coated and dripping, to his own and pressed them tightly against his, kissing him deep and long. When she pulled back and looked into his eyes, her smile echoed the message of her voice.... "I'm so happy to find out that I'm not alone here after all... when I arrived last night, I thought it was just me and the three natives!"

His own smile carried the same message without words, so he spoke the only thing that made any sense right then... "Bath?"

She laughed, and together they stood and walked out into the Pacific, her remaining clothing shed in a line pointing towards a bright and pleasurable future.