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My Own

By: billywooldridge



Monday again. That's all I could think as my alarm buzzed next to my head at four in the morning. Didn't I just work thirty hours over the weekend after putting in fifty last week. If it wasn't for the fact I'm a cook and get to sample the food I might just call in. don't get me wrong I love my job Its great coming to a place where people always love to see you but the days just drag anymore. The other thing is the people I work with. Everyone for the most part is fun and easy to get along with. A lot of us talk about everything from home life to sex life. I've even dated a couple of the girls here and even gotten to sample some of the others sexual wilds if you catch my drift. 

Now working in a residential care facility is fun the patients are cool the staff is cool. The one thing I have noticed is most of the staffs sex drives are hyper active all the time. I guess watching one's life fade in front of you makes you want to enjoy and experience all parts of life now and sex is very much a part of that life.

Now this Monday started off like all others. Do the dishes get the breakfast done. Same old same old. Things got a little interesting after breakfast though. My friend Sean approached me and said. 

"So we were all out smoking and had the thought. If you could suck your own dick would you." 

Without hesitation I said shaking my head "yes of course what would I need a girlfriend for if I could do that."

Chuckling he said "we all said the same thing. Now here is the question. Would you spit or swallow?"

I have never thought about that before. Most guys joke and say if I could suck it I would just stay home. But have any of them given thought of what to do when they cum? I hadn't and now here I am thinking about it. 

"Hmmm dude I don't know that's a tough one I'll have to say I don't know." 

"Everyone else is unsure too. No one has thought about it." He says walking away.

Now this one simple little question is stuck in my head. I mean I like when a girl swallows my cum. I love watching my dick pulse in their mouth and seeing them swallow it all. So would it not be hypocritical of me not to do the same with my own. It feels as though I owe it to all the girls who have swallowed my man juice to at least try it. I think about this on and off for the rest of the day and to be honest it kind of makes me horny thinking about a girl swallowing my load or sharing it with me. 

When I get home that night exhausted from the day I turn on a movie and crawl into bed. I start searching through literotica and land on a story about a guy fucking one of his female coworkers. It's a non-consent reluctant kind of story and it makes me think of the feelings and desires I have about one of my coworkers. Soon I snake my cock out of my boxers its already hard. I think back to the last time I saw the object of my current desire she was wearing jeans and a scrub shirt. The jeans pull tight across her nice plumb ass and her shirt allowed enough cleavage that when she leaned forward I could see down into her bra to make out her little nipples. 

I put us in the story. We work late one night her outfit is the same. We have flirted relentlessly both in my fantasy and real life. This night though I must have her I walk up behind her and grab her plumb ass. She turns around looking at me confused I push her against the wall. She struggles and begins to say something. I kiss her hard and pin her hands above her head. She protest at first but I feel her resolve lessening. I release one hand and slide mine down her body to the swell of her breast. Squeezing it a moan escapes her lips into my mouth. I release her other hand and hers go to my face and we continue kissing. I move my right hand to part her thighs she opens willingly and I feel her grind against my hand. Quickly undoing her jeans and stuffing my hand inside. I feel the heat emanating from her hot sex. 

She breaks the kiss breathing heavy and looks into my eyes. There are no words to be spoken. I slide her jeans down to her knees and kneel in front of her. I inhale the intoxicating smell of her sex sweet and a little musky. I pull her thong to the side and lick softly at her clit. She grabs my head and moans. I suck her clit in my mouth gently before licking at her tight hole. Pushing a finger inside her I return to her clit. She guides my head to where she wants my tongue. After having sampled her I stand and bend her other a table. Pulling out my dick I line up with her wet sex and push in. I thrust hard moving her and the table. Her moans soon fill the kitchen as I grunt fucking her from behind feeling her push back against me. Her ass jiggling with each thrust I land a swat on her left cheek and then one on her right. She rears back about to protest when I grab her hair and pull it back making her back arch and her pussy clamp around my dick. I bite her neck as she cums around my cock. 

The fantasy ends with my cum all around my spent cock. I think of the conversation from earlier and wonder how it would taste mixed with her juices. I think to myself what the heck. I scoop some on to my finger and stick it in my mouth. At first I feel well weird that I had just put my own cum in my mouth. Second I think well it's not unappealing. Salty yes sweet a little slimy for sure. Not something I would actively search for but not terrible. The mental thoughts are what bother me most. I just ate my own cum. thinking about it well I can't undo it. I clean myself up and quickly fall asleep. 

The next day at work I decide to tell my friend Ann. Ann and I have a very open relationship we can tell each other anything and everything without judgment. As I walk into her office I see her bent over a filing cabinet and I think damn her husband is lucky. I hope I can get that lucky again. 

"I tried something new last night." I say to get her attention.

"What's that?" she says greeting me with a smile. I love that smile.

I get closer throwing my arm around her for a quick hug. "My cum." I whisper stepping back to see the shock on her face. 

"What?"

"My cum."

She laughs and shakes her head in disbelief. "You're a freak." She smiles and moves around the office. 

"It wasn't bad, not my first choice but had to give it a try." I state.

"What's your first choice." Laughing at my remark I look her in the eyes and say "You."

Blush reddening her cheeks she glances at her papers. "What made you try your own cum. Wait I am late for a meeting, tell me later." She brushes past me stopping to give me a quick peck on the lips. 

I go about my day and to my luck we get a surprise visitor from corporate. So Ann is busy all day and I don't get to talk to her. Her kiss is on my mind the rest of the day. I finally get home that night and lay in bed. I think about Ann and the way her soft lips felt against mine. I start to play with my hardening cock I trace along the crown and down a vein. I think that Ann is probably at home in a night shirt and panties lying in bed next to her husband. 

I imagine he moves up behind her moving her hair out of the way so he can kiss her neck. Probably using the same old lines come on honey the kids are asleep or maybe we can have some late night loving. She doesn't stir not because she doesn't want to but just to make him work a little for it. He kisses her neck again working his way to her ear places soft kisses and gentle nips. He pulls her to her side to play and cups her left tit in his hand. Squeezing her tit her nipple rubbing against her shirt and the palm of his hand making it stiffen. Her lips part with a silent moan she doesn't want to let him know how much she is enjoying this. He continues kissing her neck. Kissing up to her ear lobe then sucking gently just below and behind the ear. She enjoys this very much. Kissing down her jaw line to her soft lips she kisses him now letting him know that she wants it. He kisses her hard. Squeezing her other tit now she rolls onto her back. He releases her tit and slides his hand down her body.

Sliding his hand under her shirt and up her soft belly to the swell of her breast, finding her nipple and pinching it lightly. She moans against the sharp pain and pleasure. He slides his hand down her body to cup her warm pussy. She spreads her legs to give him better access. He rubs his palm up down her sensual lips. She pushes her pussy against his hand to increase the pleasure. He slides his fingers inside her panties to feel her wetness. sliding a finger inside her and her hot wet pussy feels so good he can't wait to be in her. Her hand goes down to her side and she feels his hard cock pressing her thigh. Grabbing his hot hard shaft she strokes softly. He fingers her with more enthusiasm now. She grips his cock more and strokes a little faster. He moves over top her slides her panties to the side and pushes his cock inside her wet pussy. She arches her back and suppresses a moan. He slides out just a little then starts thrusting in and out. Her hands grip the sheets as he fucks her hard. Stifling her moans letting out little grunts he fucks her good but all too soon he cums in her. He slumps down on her kissing her forehead. Sliding out of her and rolling on to his back she climbs on top of him and slides his dick back in her riding it hard to reach her climax. He softens inside her without her reaching her climax. 

I finish thinking about her not getting off thinking I'm still hard and I would love to fuck her and make her orgasm all over my hard cock. I clean myself up and try my own cum again thinking that it would taste better coming out of Ann's hot snatch. I roll over and go to sleep the next two days at work go by real fast and I don't get time to see Ann. I noticed she was supposed to come in Saturday. Saturday I see her in her office wearing a light blue top and a white flowing skirt. I love how sexy she is without trying. I stare at her for a minute while she gathers some charts. Noticing me she smiles her always sweet smile. 

"Hi darling what are you doing?" she says cheerily.

"Just admiring how beautiful you are." I say moving in to her and office shutting the door half way. 

"Aww your too sweet so what's up?" She says looking at the charts.

I cross the room and stand behind her moving her hair to the side I rub her shoulders. I do this a lot because she has a stressful job. I say to her.

"So do you remember what I told you the other day?"

"Oh that you tried your own cum. Yes I thought about it all day with the corporate guy in the office. It was a little distracting but at the same time kind of hot. Just the thought of a guy tasting his own cum was a little exciting." She said with her head hung low as I rub her shoulders.

"I did it again last night the mental weirdness is gone now as though it's not that big of a deal." I say rubbing down her back leaning closer to her ear. "I was thinking of you fucking your husband when I shot my load onto my stomach and scooped some into my mouth."

I feel her shudder as I tell her. She looks to the door to make sure no one is there. Before turning to face me our lips inches apart our eyes locked. I move back and begin to describe what I had imagined telling her in a voice above a whisper but low enough to not be over heard. I describe how he takes her how she enjoys everything but the sweet release of her own climax. I notice her eyes are trying to say something to me but her mouth just hangs loosely open in mock shock. As I finish the story my hands are low on her back while she sits in the chair I lean in and slide my hands to the top of her thighs. The last thing I tell her is I wish I could taste my cum as it drips from her well fucked pussy.

"Oh that is so bad. What is worse is that kind of happened this week only I was so horny the other day after you told me what you did. I had to get him to have sex with me." She blushed "And I didn't get off like he did." 

"Have you gotten off since then my dear Ann?" 

"No." she says turning to face me again our lips so close. I lick my lips and whisper. "Would you like to?"

I feel her legs part slightly and see her blush again I kiss her soft lips and her eyes close. I break the kiss and watch as she stays still her lips still pursed together hands trembling legs moving on their own. I smile and tap her thigh bringing her back to the now. She looks at me lust in her eyes blush on her cheeks. 

"My house is being fumigated. I'm staying at the hotel room 29. If you want to swing by and finish this chat you can." I say standing up straight her face now level with my dick that has made a nice tent in my jeans.

She stares for a second before looking at my tented jeans. Cupping her face in my hand I look at her softly. I bring her hand to my bulge. She tentatively touches it losing herself in my eyes. I lean down kiss her lips.

"Room 29 I'll see you tonight." 

I walk out of the room and she stays still. I head to the hotel take a shower and order some food. Watching a movie and enjoying the food. I hear a gentle knock on the door I get up and answer it. Ann is standing there her hands in front of her she looks like a shy timid school girl. So cute and fragile but I know there is something more to her. I usher her in and as soon as the door shuts we start kissing. There is nothing soft about this it almost feels rushed. I break the kiss.

"Are you in a hurry?" 

"I told my husband I would be late I am going to catch up on charts." She then blushes. "I really need to get off so no more talking just fuck me."

I oblige the lady and kiss her again. I start to undress her taking her shirt off and bra. As I do this she slips her skirt off but not her panties. I drop my jeans and fling my shirt across the room. Her hand grabs my dick and strokes it to life as my hands squeeze her tits and tease her nipples. She breaks the kiss to moan and I kiss her neck. My dick is fully hard I push her onto the bed on her back. I go to slide her panties down she stops me.

"I want them on. I want you to fuck me like you imagined my husband did." Her chest rising and falling hard I pull her panties aside and line my dick up easing in to her hot wet pussy. Oh my god she feels amazing and looks so much more than that laying underneath me. I thrust in a grunt escapes her I lean forward and say.

"Don't be afraid to moan baby I want to hear you enjoy this." 

I pull out and thrust in again starting out slow. She does start to moan little whimpers at first. I grab her hand and place it on her pussy as I'm fucking her. 

"Play with your clit baby makes this pussy happy cum on my cock"

She starts rubbing her clit and her back arches off the bed. The room fills with the sounds of our fucking and her moans. I feel her sex grip mine and feel her quiver as an orgasm rips through her body. I slow my pace and let her ride out her climax. As she begins to calm down I start fucking her again slow long strokes. She moves with me the pleasure again building inside her. She wraps her legs around me and meets my thrust as best she can. Her moans grow louder as her hands grip the bed sheets. I feel my dick start to swell and I push in her hard just as I cum inside her. Oh what a blissful feeling. I slip out of her a little cum shoots onto her panties. Kneeling in front of her she knows what I want. I lick my cum off her panties and it taste so good. I pull her panties aside again and lick up and down her delicious lips. Sticking my tongue inside her and licking my cum and hers into my mouth. The mixture of our juices taste exquisite getting a mouth full and climbing up her body I share them with her in a kiss. The kiss is so amazing her tongue explores my mouth trying to gather all of our combined juices. We stop to breath and her phone goes off. She checks it and it's her husband asking how much longer she will be. She says she's about to leave.

"That was amazing thank you so much." She says kissing me softly like in her office. 

"You are welcome baby any time." I tweak her nipple and kiss her again she gets up and gets dressed. I lay on the bed she stops at the door comes back over for one more kiss. Then leans down and sucks my dick into her mouth swirling her tongue around it. 

"See you at work on Monday."

My Own Body: Denial



Watching her from across the bar room was like watching something magical in a dingy, real world. Her hair was red like rubies, catching the light and shining. Her body moved to the beat of the music with a liquid ease I envied. My eyes hungrily traced the curves of her body, following her milky arms as they swayed, making out the shape of her ankles as she rocked in her heels. She was gorgeous, a goddess, and suddenly I felt very self-conscious.

I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves and turned back to the bar, raising my glass to drink. The whiskey burns going down in a way I've come to love. The binder on my chest felt unusually constricting, the wool of my jacket, itchy. The weight of the packing cock between my legs felt unnatural, and this unnerved me—I was not comfortable in my own body, and now this one that I had built for myself was rebelling against me?

I took another drink from my cup, the ice clinking against the glass. Two swallows this time. They call this stuff "liquid courage" and I definitely need some.

Am I passing?

I don't have much time to consider it further. The fire dancer is suddenly at my side, leaning against the polished wooden bar and ordering a drink from the wench. I try to be inconspicuous as I study her sidelong, but I can taste her in the air, see the sheen of sweat on her skin, feel her heat next to me. My pulse quickens, but I manage to control my breathing.

"Let me get that for you," I said to her as the wench slid a bottle of beer in her direction. I kept my voice low, a little worried that I don't sound much like a man at all. She didn't seem to notice, though—I get a flash of white as she smiles down to me.

"Thanks," she purrs to me. "I saw you watching me dance."

Oh, shit. "I hope I wasn't staring." Or drooling.

"You were... maybe, a little." Her smile didn't falter. She brought the long-necked bottle to her lips and I know I stare as she takes a sip. Her painted lips cradled the tip and it was everything I could do not to imagine that perfect mouth around my cock. She set the bottle down on the bar and I noticed the smirk before I looked away, damning myself for blushing.

"What's your name?" she asked. Was she still standing there? I couldn't believe it. I looked back over to her, my fingertips playing on the rim of my glass. Her eyes were the most stunning shade of green.

"Jaq." I hesitated a moment before offering her my hand. I hoped it wasn't cold or sweaty and I hoped against hope that she wouldn't notice that it wasn't quite a man's hand. She clasped it in her own, warmth radiating from her grasp.

"Nice to meet you, Jaq," she said. "I'm Ashleigh." 

I couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say.

"Want to dance with me?"

"I-I unfortunately am not much of a dancer." Damn it, I stammered. "Two left feet. But you are an enchantress, Ashleigh. I'd love to watch you dance again."

She pouted, an expression that was absolutely sinful on her face. The way her lower lip stuck out begged to be bitten. I licked my lips.

"Well," she whispered, leaning in closer, "if your place isn't nearby, mine is... I'd be happy to dance for you there."

I don't want to just fuck you, I was thinking, I want to worship you. But I said, "I'd love to see that."

We finished our drinks, making small talk. She put her hand on my thigh, close to my loins, and I felt my clit—my little dick—twitch in anticipation. As we stood to leave, I tipped the 'tender and put my hat on, the brim low over my eyes. We stepped out of the tavern and she slid her hand into the crook of my arm, gently leading the way. I was intoxicated by her nearness, by how soft her skin was, the smell of her and the taste of her on the air. I reminded myself to stay composed. Be a gentleman.

We walked through the cobblestone streets that way. I can't describe how right it felt to have such a gorgeous thing attached to me.

When we got to her apartment, my mouth was dry and my heart was pounding in my chest. This was not going to be easy. I wondered what she'd do, how could I distract her? It was dark inside and I relied on her guidance again. In the bedroom she flipped on the light. The décor was feminine, but not too strong. Rich colors and heavy fabrics.

Ashleigh moved away from me on silent feet, kicking her heels off. Even without them, she was still taller than me. I tried to look casual, cool, sitting on the edge of the bed, but the truth was that my knees were shaking and it was sit down or fall down. She spun back around, her skirt flaring out, showing more of those legs. They went on and on. I had this almost painful urge to kiss her ankles. She was a natural dancer, graceful and delicate, heartbreaking. I forgot that there was no music—I forgot that this was a foreign place, and a strange girl—here, she was my goddess and she was dancing just for me. 

Her steps were simple, not even seductive. She was just being herself, just getting relaxed under the blatant scrutiny of a stranger. I unbuttoned my shirt, just a couple buttons—can't show off the binder. It was getting hot. I was super conscious of the way the silicone strap-on clung to my skin as my temperature rose. The feeling of it against my thigh was making me wetter.

Ashleigh's dance had slowed and she tip-toed closer to me. I nearly scrambled backwards as she crouched before me and slid a sure hand to my hard-on. I hoped my fear—the fear that she would discover that that cock was not of my own flesh—was not visible in my eyes. I choked down the panic and let my hips rise beneath her touch, which was the next strongest urge, and one I felt was appropriate.

"I want to suck your dick," she said, her fingers moving toward the zipper. I grabbed her hand, lifting it to my lips.

"Let me give you a kiss," I said, brave enough to lean forward and slip my free hand beneath her skirt, tracing the inside of her thigh upward.

She tilted her head at me, coy. "Don't like it when a girl goes down on you, pretty boy?" she asked. 

"I prefer to give pleasure. Ladies first."

My hand was frozen on the gentle curve of her thigh just before it dips in, before it bows to her flower. I could feel the heat of her already. I could smell her sex and it made me want her, my mouth watering. I swallowed.

Ashleigh didn't object. She stood before me, waiting, a finger idly tracing the brim of my hat before taking it off and tossing it to the side. I glanced up at her and in the dim light of the bedroom she looked divine. I let my hand rise, my knuckles brush against her panties. Silk and lace.

I felt myself getting braver, filling out in my masculinity. I'm just me, and I am whoever I want me to be.

Her legs parted and she leaned down a bit, her head resting on mine. Her sweet perfume was intoxicating me and I had to close my eyes to keep from staring down the front of her dress. My cock was already hard and I had a flash of her pinned beneath me, me inside her, taking her. I pushed the thought aside as I nudged against her vulva.

Ashleigh made a soft, approving sound. I want you on my cock, I didn't say. I want to make you come until it hurts.

She was burning up between her legs, and the way her hips slowly moved towards me as she straightened, wrapping her arms around me, gave me permission. I slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her panties and, with my eyes still closed, slid my forefinger inside her. She was just getting wet, not yet aroused enough to dampen her underwear, as I surely was. Ashleigh put a hand on my chest and pushed me gently back, and I let her, but I kept my finger crooked inside of her and pulled her with me. 

"Come here," I growled. She smiled down at me, setting her knees on either side of my abdomen. I kept her high enough on my torso so that she couldn't grind against my hips—a motion that I would find too stimulating and I didn't want to know what it might make me do.

I slid my finger deeper inside of her, eliciting a little gasp from her before adding another. She rested her hands on my chest and I feared for a second that she'd feel my binder, but she didn't pause. I was up to my knuckles and I could feel her juice dripping down my hand.

"Rub my clit," she said, her voice husky. Ashleigh's eyes were shining emeralds as I stared up into them, shifting my hand back and bending my wrist uncomfortably so I could conform to her request. At the slightest touch, she was on fire—her hips bucked and she ground down against me, the pain in my squashed hand forgotten at hearing her pleasure, at feeling it, at knowing I was going to make her come. 

She hesitated, her fingers curling, digging into me. I heard her catch her breath, a whisper, "Ah, God..." and I felt her shudder over me. Her back arched and she brought her mouth to my neck, her soft, almost desperate-sounding cries urging me further. Giving me courage. I bucked my hips under her, pressing on her side to flip her over. She was still coming as I lied her on her back and positioned myself, crouching, between her legs.

I relieved her of my slick fingers and smoothly removed her panties. They were red and damp, saturated with her. I couldn't wait to taste her.

I could see everything, even with just the light from a single yellow bulb, heavily shaded. Her lips were thick and puffy, the insides poking out and glistening with her ambrosia. I slipped my thumb upwards along the slit and she lifted her hips as I found that sensitive little nub, rubbing in slow circles. I let my eyes travel over the topography of her body before me. Ashleigh was watching me, her heavy-lidded gaze almost accusing, like I was torturing her. She licked her lips and swallowed, snaking a hand down between her legs, hiking up her skirt further.

She opened herself for me, exposing the insides of her sex. I looked—I couldn't help it.

"Fuck me," she whispered. My head jerked up. "Please, I want to feel your cock..."

I wanted to. So. Badly.

Instead, I took advantage of the opening in a different manner. I leaned forward, sliding my hands under her rear, and licked with a wide, flat tongue. She stretched, gasped, twisted. She tasted delicious, she tasted like a woman. Like sweet peaches and tangy apples and salt. I slid her back on the bed and wiggled my tongue inside her, I nibbled her thighs, I sucked on her clit. Her legs squeezed my head and held me in place—as if I'd ever move, as if I'd ever try to escape.

Her second orgasm took me by surprise, and by the sound of it, she was surprised, too. Her hands were in my hair, holding me steady, pulling my locks as she ground against my face. She said some words in a language I didn't understand, but it was more sexy like that, that she'd come so good that she wasn't speaking the common tongue anymore. I lapped at her like she was sustaining me, like she was the air I needed to breathe.

As Ashleigh came down from her climax, her fingers loosened on my skull and I slowly pulled away, licking my lips. I wiped at my face with my sleeve; I was dripping with evidence.

My borrowed afterglow was cut viciously short.

She sat up quickly, both of her hands grasping at my shirt. In her attempt to pull me over her, Ashleigh popped the next button off my shirt, and the collar fell open enough to reveal the thick cloth of the binder.

She paused, staring at my wrapped chest, her mind processing. "What is... What are you wearing?"

My jaw was slack. I couldn't come up with an excuse fast enough. She looked back up to my face, piecing it together, surely. Small frame, not too boxy, soft, almost feminine voice, no facial hair... all of the faults that kept me securely female, even when I wanted and tried so desperately to be something else.

Ashleigh shoved me away, hard. I lost my balance and fell off the bed, biting my tongue. I felt the blood welling up in my mouth and I tried, so very hard, not to cry, not to be sad, not to be angry.

"Get out," she said, very quietly at first. I couldn't move, I felt pinned in place. My heart was heavy as a lead stone in my chest. My ears were ringing. Really, I thought, what did I expect? Dimly, I became aware that she was yelling at me. Screaming at me to leave. I stood up and buttoned up my shirt the best I could with shaky hands and missing buttons. I realized I should leave before she started throwing things.

I don't remember leaving, but I found myself on the street, walking briskly home. I forgot my hat. I could buy another. Though I probably shouldn't go back to that bar.

When had I withdrawn so far into myself, when had I become so numb?

My apartment was cold, dark. I didn't need the light to find my way to the bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and fell into bed, still wearing the binder, still strapped onto my cock. It jut obscenely into the air from my hips and I squinted down at it, making out the shape in the darkness. I was still wet, still so hungry. My hand leisurely stroked the dildo twice, before I started to cry.



My Own Body: Slowly



I dreamt of the caged girl. Of her calm acceptance of me.

I dreamt of her big, brown eyes and her full lips. Her tan skin and short, wavy hair. She looked so bored  when I came into the tent. I watched as she hungrily took in the scene going on next to her; another girl in another cage being taken brutally. I watched, too. It made my dick hard, made me want to fuck her. 

With her on her knees before me, and just a few inches and metal bars between us, I was so nervous that she'd take one look at the cock strapped to my hips and back away in repulsion.

But she didn't.

It was so sweet to fuck someone who didn't care if my dick was an attachment. She didn't mock me, she didn't shun me. She called me "sir."

When I woke, my pillow was still damp with the sorrow of the previous night. My throat was dry and my eyes burned. 

I sat up and pulled the binder off, my head swimming with her memory. Sometime in the night, I'd removed the harness and discarded it. After a little searching, I located it under the bed. I took the dildo with me into the bathroom and cleaned it in the sink before turning on the shower and climbing in. I was thinking of nothing; focusing on Nothing, concentrating on NOTHING. Stop thinking about her, stop being so damn wistful.

The hot water felt amazing. I scrubbed my scalp with shampoo and rubbed soap over my body, all of my mind power going into the simple task of getting clean.

Not even NOTHING could keep the caged girl out of my head. My heart ached with the rejection fresh from the night before, and I blamed that for the lingering of my mind on a moment of peace I'd known. As I got out of the tub and toweled dry, and as I dressed slowly, building my man's body in layers, I couldn't rid my mind of her.

I didn't feel dirty. I wasn't ashamed. Men used the tents regularly—the slaves inside were used however they saw fit. I knew that sex was the simplest of things that could happen to them. I'd heard rumors that some men go in there to kill, when a rage is on them. I knew slaves had to endure torture. Mutilation. That if a slave wasn't used, it wasn't fed.

Born a different class, I was not used to thinking of slaves as other human beings. They were treated like animals. Sometimes less than animals. I supposed that the slave just accepted what I was because I was just another dick in a long line of dicks. It was probably true, but I had to admit to myself that she still had the choice to recoil, to sneer in disgust. But, not only did she accept me rather smoothly, but she also...

...her cool fingertips slid beneath my harness, touching me... there...

I licked my suddenly-dry lips, steering my thoughts elsewhere. I was starting to--

Anyway, I had work to do. I flipped on the light in my office and the low hum of fluorescent bulbs helped to put me into working mode. As I slid into the swivel chair and looked down at the drafts of blueprints for a boring skyscraper, I turned my emotional mind off and let my logical brain scan over it, looking for faults, looking for holes. The way the eraser warmed in my fingers as I rubbed, the sound of the pencil scratching over paper; these were real, these were necessary, these were home.

Not the girl in the cage.

When I looked up at the clock, hours had passed. I'd gotten lost in the intricate lines, the fine delicacy that is the skeleton of a building. I stood up and stretched and my back popped. I needed to take a walk, get a bite to eat. Do normal things.

I grabbed my keys, pulled on a coat and reached for my hat, but the peg on the coat stand was empty. I felt a tug in my heart when I remembered that it was gone and I probably wasn't going to get it back.

I turned away from those thoughts and those bruised feelings and, trusting that my hair wasn't too messy, made my way out of the apartment building. The air was brisk, with a breeze. Winter was clinging late onto the beginnings of spring, and the heavy clouds above belied more snow. I pulled my coat around myself and kept an eye open for a food stand. I could smell them already—it was late lunchtime, so the vendors had been cooking for awhile. Pizza, hot dogs, cheese steak subs. The scents were making my mouth water and my stomach growled in anticipation.

I was waiting in line when I saw her. No—I didn't see her. I smelled her, first. They say scent is the strongest form of memory and it didn't take a lot to wrench me back to the previous night, the night I was working to forget. My head turned to look at her before I could catch myself and I caught her brilliant eyes, the back-lit green. As soon as she saw me, her eyes narrowed in recognition and...

"What are you doing here?" Ashleigh asked.

My palms were sweaty. I rubbed them on my slacks, willing my nerves to settle. "Getting food," I said. "Isn't it obvious?"

I noticed with a sick feeling that the food cart was across the street from her apartment building. I was terrified she'd make a scene. Instead, she shook out her red hair and made a soft noise before crossing the street and sashaying up the stairs into her building.

Later, cradling a greasy tin-foil wrapped snack, I stood in the shade of the towering building she'd entered. I wondered, masochistically, if I could remember which apartment was hers, and if she'd answer the door if I knocked. My curiosity was, I told myself, piqued because I left my hat up there last night and I'd like to retrieve it. Not because I wanted to see her. Definitely not.

I finished my lunch and tossed the garbage in a can. I ran my fingers nervously through my hair, chewing my bottom lip. It's go or go in, I told myself.

I climbed the stairs and pushed open the glass doors to the apartment building. The barely conditioned air chilled me, made me pause. I looked down the hallway, down the carpeted stairs, and up the stairwell to the second floor. I couldn't even remember if she lived upstairs or down. I lingered there in the parlor for several moments, trying desperately to remember, just a hint, but my mind was drawing a blank. I think that, just maybe, my mind was trying to hide her from me, to protect my heart.

I left and walked several blocks back to my apartment. My keys were loud in the hallway.

I got back to work. I lost myself in the intricacies of the blueprints, forgetting for a while.

The sun went down without my noticing. A light knocking at my door broke my concentration, and I turned my head instinctively towards the sound. I waited. It may have been a neighbor's door.

knock 

     knock knock

               knock

I stood up and brushed eraser fuzz from my slacks. My socked feet were not as silent on the wooden floor as I would have liked. I lifted the latch on the old-fashioned grated peep hole and opened the tiny metal door.

Ashleigh was standing at the threshold.

I slammed the little door closed, my fingers fumbling with the latch. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice shaky. What do you want? How did you find me?

"I have your hat," she said.

She didn't say anything more. She didn't move. She was waiting.

Waiting for me to open the door.

"Shit," I whispered. I moved the chain off the door, unlocked the deadbolt. I wasn't sure I could turn the knob—did I have the strength?--but it turned, easily, as easy as ever.

I felt my traitorous heart shudder at the sight of her. She didn't look angry. 

Ashleigh held out my hat. I took it silently, watching her, waiting for her to turn into a monster or something, I don't know. I felt wary, afraid, nervous as hell.

She stuck her head into my apartment and looked around. I shied away from her, one hand still on the door, ready to close it. "So, this is where you live?" she asked, as if we were just the best of friends, and we totally hung out on the regular. I felt the scowl twist my face. She looked back to me, sensing my mood. "Look," she said, quieter, "I.. I think I want to talk to you. About last night."

Fuck. "Come in," I said, stepping aside and opening the door a bit wider. I set my hat on the rack as she moved, catlike, into my humble apartment. I suddenly wished I'd cleaned more. I was achingly aware of her perfect femininity among the rough, cluttered surroundings of my life.

The door clicked into place and I reassembled the locks out of habit. When I turned around, Ashleigh was watching me.

"You really are a girl," she said, marvel in her voice. I eyed her steadily, neither confirming nor denying the statement.

She bit her lip. It was adorable. I struggled not to appreciate it.

"Can we sit down?" Ashleigh asked, glancing off into the living room, dominated by heavy leather furniture. I crossed my arms over my chest and walked over, sitting in the chair, so she'd have to sit on the couch. I was absolutely terrified that if I sat on the couch, she'd sit next to me, so close, so... touchable. Her fury from the previous night was not forgotten. I was wounded, but still so needy. I dared not hope. I relied on my doubt, I leaned into my pain.

It must have been clear on my face. "Jaq," she said, sitting on the edge of the cushion nearest to me. I was suddenly extremely aware of her bare knees, pressing together beneath her skirt. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

She paused. "Alright," I said, not yet ready to forgive.

Ashleigh's frown even looked pretty. "It was wrong of you to be deceiving, though."

"I never said I was a man."

She sighed, but didn't argue. "After you left, I was still angry. I couldn't sleep. I went back to the bar, and the barwench told me that you were always alone."

I waited.

"She thinks you're a man too, you know."

"That's good," I allowed. "I'm not a woman."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not."

We sat in heavy silence, neither of us willing to cede the point. Eventually she shook her head. "It doesn't matter anyway," she said. "My point is, maybe you should... be honest. If I knew..."

"You wouldn't have spoken to me," I said pointedly. "If you'd known I had a female body, you wouldn't have approached at all. You'd have thought, 'Why is that woman dressed like a man? Is she some kinda freak?' And probably laughed with your friends about it, later."

"Well," Ashleigh said, lowering her voice, "why do you dress like a man?"

No one had ever asked me this before. I was at a loss for words, unable to explain myself. How long had I been doing it—how long had I been dancing at this masquerade?

"It feels wrong," was the best I could come up with. Ashleigh tilted her head at me, questioning silently, feline. "I mean... to be a woman. This body. It's wrong. It isn't me. I hate it." As I said the words, I felt my eyes begin to sting, my chest constricting.

"Okay. It's okay," she told me, scooting even further on the edge to place a manicured hand on my knee.

"I'm fine," I lied, straightening my posture and trying to compose myself. I told myself I was not going to cry in front of her. I wondered if I would break that oath. "Sometimes I dream about being a man... I mean, being born that way. But it doesn't feel right, either. Maybe... less wrong than being a woman, but still not right." I tried to keep the hopelessness I felt out of my voice. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Ashleigh was silent, unmoving. I looked up to her, expecting to see pity, or disgust, or some expression that would make me want to push her out of my apartment and tell her to never come back. Instead, she was watching me patiently, not judging, just listening. She didn't immediately deny that there was nothing wrong with me. She accepted that I was different, that I was not like everyone else, that I was other.

"I've never told anyone this," I said haltingly. "I ... I don't think I've even said it aloud."

Ashleigh moved, fluidly, as she did when she danced. Before I could object, she was kneeling before me, trying to pry my hands apart. I'd had them balled up on my thighs, fingers interlaced, knuckles white. I looked down at them and relaxed my grip, allowing her to separate them, to take each of them in her own delicate hands.

I dared to relax.

"Thanks for bringing back my hat," I said. Then, after a moment, "How did you get my address?"

She laughed; the sound was wonderful. "I just asked around. You are easy to find... you draw eyes."

The thought made me queasy. I supposed it was possible. Not everyone was fooled by my costume, and for those who were, I'd be small, and clean-shaven—two things that were often a dead giveaway, given that most men had some facial hair and were bigger, bulkier than me.

I supposed it was possible that people stared, and I ignored them.

"I was going to come back and get it. My hat, I mean. But I couldn't remember your apartment number."

Ashleigh smiled, just a little. "I saw you standing outside of the building. You were right outside of my window, actually." She hesitated. "I think I was hoping you would come to my door... when I went to bed, I was still angry. But I woke up feeling guilty for the way I threw you out of my place. I could have been a little more graceful... but then again, you could have been honest."

"I'd say that I'm sorry for being your man last night," I said, "but I'd be lying."

I was surprised to see her blush. Gently, she withdrew her hands from mine, standing. "I better go," she said. "You have your hat, and I've apologized, so... I guess I'll be seeing you around, Jaq?"

I nodded, rising to walk her to the door. She turned as she was halfway through the doorway and met my eyes. "Have confidence in yourself," she said. Then she was gone.



My Own Body: Tender



I lost myself in my work for two days. I sustained myself on microwaved dinners and water from the tap, just so I wouldn't be tempted to visit the food stand across from Ashleigh's apartment, just so I wouldn't be further tempted to locate her door.

When I awoke on the third day, I decided to take a day off from working. Showered and dressed, I headed out, and purposely walked in the opposite direction—away from her building. It wasn't difficult to find the slave tents. I paid the burly man standing watch at the open flap before stepping inside the den.

Immediately to my right was a tall, narrow cage holding a skinny boy. He was taking it slowly and steadily up the ass from a cloaked shadow of a man. The boy's mouth pressed shut, his lips invisible, his eyes squeezed closed. His fists were balls of white knuckles on the bars, holding his body steady for the man taking his pleasure. He was naked and his penis stood out from his bony hips, small and pink and hard.

I moved on. People didn't come here to be watched.

"Back for more, sir?"

I stopped in my tracks, turning toward the familiar voice. The girl in the cage grinned back at me. I noticed her fingers on her nipples, tweaking them, pulling her heavy breasts up. I felt the heat rise between my legs, but reminded myself that I wasn't here for pleasure. Not today.

"Hello, brown-eyed beauty," I murmured to her, coming close to her cage. I can smell her arousal, and it's making mine stir. My hands pressed against my thighs in my pockets, my wrist rubbing against the harness, the dildo, rubbing against my sex. "I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

She pouted, her thick lips looking sinfully luscious. "I don't get to suck your cock today, sir?"

I groaned. "I'd like that, actually, but... I... I need to know something."

"No one's ever wanted to just talk before."

I leaned up against the cool bars of her cage. "I'll make you come if you answer my questions."

"Oooh," she purred. "What can I do for you?"

I took my hands out of my pockets and tugged a set of leather gloves from the inside breast of my coat. I pulled them on as I spoke. "Last time I visited you... you saw my dildo. You know I'm... not a man." It was difficult to say those words out loud.

She watched me, guileless. "Yeah," she said. "I remember."

"You didn't turn me away, though," I pointed out. "I need to know... why did you... accept it?"

She shrugged. "You're a customer. I mean... it was kinda weird. But I was hot and I wanted to be fucked. I guess it didn't matter who was fuckin' me, or how or with what."

I nodded—I'd expected as much. But I didn't lose heart. If one person... even a slave... could look past the harness, then hopefully I could find someone else who would look past it.

Ashleigh's words rang through my head. Be confident. Be honest.

I closed my eyes, pushing her from my mind. I tightened the gloves on my hands and slipped one between the bars. When I opened my eyes again, I had moved into my more comfortable skin. I was brave. I was sure.

I brought her to orgasm easily, efficiently. But my thoughts were elsewhere.

I showered when I got home. I put myself back together delicately, choosing fine clothes, dressing sharp. I spent an unreasonable amount of time on my hair. At the door, I chose a wool pea coat that matched the color of my slacks. I forwent the hat. It'd just mess up my hair.

Before I knew it, I was steeling myself at her door. It was not a difficult task to find the apartment; I remembered she'd said I was standing outside of her window when I was eating my lunch that day that now seemed so long ago. I made a loose fist with my hand and rapped on the metal door, praying that she was home. I was just starting to get nervous when I heard the lock sliding over.

Ashleigh cracked the door open. I smelled incense and burning wax and heard soft music. She looked at me, her brow creased. "Jaq?"

"Ashleigh," I said, sounding much more confident than I was feeling. "May I come in?"

"Um, yes," she said, looking behind her. "It's kind of a mess..."

She opened the door wider to let me in. I stepped over the doorway, feeling like a vampire invited into a mortal's home for the first time. My hands were stuck in my pockets. I looked around, drinking in the surroundings. The music was clear now, instrumental, piano. The floor was cluttered with stacks of books. Wooden shelves lined every wall, which I assumed would be filled with the books like classy insulation. A few paintings graced the walls, but no mirrors. The furniture was cloaked in canvas.

"I'm redecorating," Ashleigh explained, dancing past me on bare feet towards the couch. She nudged a pile or two out of the path, gesturing that I come forward. I did not allow myself to hesitate.

She sat down on the couch, poised on the edge again as if, at any moment, she would have to get up. I sat next to her, but not too closely.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you," I began, "but I really wanted to talk to you."

Ashleigh brushed a lock of hair from her face, tucking it deftly behind an ear. She was wearing simpler things than what I'd seen her in before; pale khaki's, a dark green shirt. They still managed to hug her body in a way that made me nervous, made me ache. "It's okay," she said. "I needed a break, anyway."

I nodded. My hands found each other and connected in my lap. I made myself hold her gaze while I spoke. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. About you, actually." Her expression didn't change. I pushed forward. "I think you're right. That I... shouldn't trick people into thinking that I'm a man. But the problem with that is, everyone thinks there's only one other option—that I'm a woman. I'm not that, either. I'm somewhere in between. And I'm tired of pretending... I'm tired of being afraid that someone's going to find out I'm wearing a mask. I... wanted... I want so desperately to just be who I am, this in between person, and stop pretending. Whether I'm doing it to fit in or doing it... to pick up a girl. I don't want to do it anymore."

"That's good," Ashleigh said. "I mean, that's great, Jaq." She was smiling. It felt genuine.

I sat up, moving my hands to my knees. I hoped I didn't look like I was begging. "So, Ashleigh, I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner?"

She pressed her lips together. The silence stretched on and I started to feel nauseous with anxiety, my heart pounding in my chest.

When she still didn't answer, I said, "This way... you know I'm not hiding anything. You know what I am. I'll be a gentleman. I don't expect anything. Just please... let me take you out, this once?"

Ashleigh nodded once, just barely. "Okay," she said. 

"Great." I stood up, offering her my hand. She looked up to me, questioning. "I have reservations." I couldn't stop my grin.

She laughed. I was relieved. "Confident?" She took my hand and stood, wearing a wry smirk. "You should at least let me change first. You're dressed and I'm... well, just wait here and let me get into something a little more glamorous."

"Not too distracting, I hope," I said, releasing her hand reluctantly. "I can hardly think straight, and you're wearing slacks."

Ashleigh flashed me a winning smile before disappearing down the hallway. I heard the door to her bedroom close.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked around the living room, being nosy about the books. It felt like an eternity before she emerged. At the click of the door reopening, I raised my head.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Um..."

Ashleigh smiled. She was wearing a black skirt that ended at the knees, a lacy red petticoat just visible at the hem. Her legs were covered by black stockings. I was already hoping they were thigh-highs, hooked to a sexy garter belt. The top was a halter, tied in a bow behind her neck.

Was I drooling?

"I guess this is good, then," she said, approaching me. The sound of her heels echoed against the empty shelves.

"My word," I said, my voice low, "you are dangerous."

I followed her to the door. "It's only fair if I let you know," she said, "I'm not really into women."

"Then it's good I'm not a woman," I said.

Ashleigh just smiled, opting for silence.

The restaurant we entered was likely a big surprise to her. The tallest building in the city had a swank cocktail lounge and high-end restaurant on the top floor. I didn't say a word as we waited in the elevator, I just watched her eyes widen infinitesimally as I pressed the button for the correct floor.

When the heavy elevator doors opened and we stepped out of the car, Ashleigh glanced at me, as if checking to make sure I wasn't bluffing. I smiled and approached the hostess. "I have a reservation at seven," I said, "but we're a little early."

The hostess knows me. She smiled and nodded, saying, "Oh, it's all right, your table is already being held. Right this way, please." I saw her eye Ashleigh cautiously. I'd never brought anyone to dinner with me, before.

The table was at the edge of the floor. It was against the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, and the ocean beyond, reflecting the setting sun. The view was gorgeous. I caught Ashleigh appreciating it, awe glazing over her face for just a moment before she recovered and slid onto the plush dining chair I was holding out for her. 

"Thank you," she said as I was sitting myself. The table was heavy mahogany, protected by a wide runner and place mats. The fabrics were all an expensive, clean white, which used to make me nervous about spilling, but once I saw the prices, I didn't fret over a drop of red wine.

"You can order anything you like," I said, taking our menus. Ashleigh leaned in almost immediately after the hostess gave us the name of our waiter and excused herself.

"How did you get in this place?" she whispered conspiratorially.

"I eat here the same night every week," I answered casually, my fingers tracing the gold lettering on the leather cover of the menu. "They know me. They know who I am."

Ashleigh sat back, opening the menu. I couldn't tell if she was impressed or not. My heart was hammering in my chest, my throat dry. I sipped water from the glass on my side.

The waiter approached, all smiles and specials. I didn't hear a word he said. I was staring at Ashleigh and she was looking anywhere but in my direction. She was blushing and I wondered why, but still marveled in the way her fair skin flushed.

We ordered drinks and I let her look over the menu again in silence for a while. She was bouncing a little, I assumed her leg was shaking. Was she nervous? Excited? 

The drinks came and the waiter left again with our dinner orders and the menus. Now, with nothing else to distract her but the view, Ashleigh glanced back in my direction. I smiled.

"How...?" she asked again.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I designed this. The building. I worked very closely with the property manager and design consultant. As a result, I'm fairly close with the folks who work here. I'm a regular and I get a discount, but I tip really well." I winked playfully.

"You designed this?" she looked around.

"Well, just the structure. I'm an architect, not an interior designer."

"I'm impressed," she said. "This place... it's impressive." Ashleigh turned her head and looked out over the sea, the dying light warming her features. I was still so enchanted with her, and that she had planted this little seed of self-confidence inside me. My mind drifted to the different routes our encounter could have taken. Besides the obvious one, the one I had hoped for, where I would leave her pleased and oblivious to my gender, there were not many alternatives that ended well for me. In many ways, I had opened myself up to her, and she didn't harm me. I was grateful. Surprised, and sometimes confused, but very grateful.

The conversation moved on into easy territory. She ordered wine when our entrees came and the waiter poured it into her glass, red and precious as rubies. I declined the wine, already feeling buzzed just by Ashleigh's presence. We chatted about our jobs, about books and good food, staying in the safe zone. I didn't try to touch her hands as they rested on the table, looking so touchable. I didn't scoot my foot forward, seeking hers.

So I jumped a little when I felt her toes sliding up my pant leg. She had been sipping her wine, browsing the dessert menu. I was looking outside, or pretending to look outside while actually admiring her reflection on the dark glass, when it happened. I jerked my gaze toward her, but she didn't look up. I only knew she'd caught my startled reaction by the smirk on her lips.

Her stockinged toes. Reaching up against my shin, my calf, against my bare skin. I felt the heat growing in my loins and I pressed my thighs together, stifling a groan in my throat. What was she doing? How was I supposed to react? I felt frozen in my chair, my gaze dropped, staring at the menu in Ashleigh's hand.

It was agonizing. I could feel the barest touch of her toenails, the curve of her arch. It was as if all of my senses were keen on that part of my leg, to feel so perfectly the shape of her foot. She was driving me mad, and she was hardly doing anything. I wondered if she knew.

"Have you decided on a dessert, miss?" the waiter asked, appearing suddenly at the side of our table. I raised my eyes to Ashleigh, feigning interest in her decision. She smiled brightly up to the waiter and ordered a fruit tart. He took the menu and left to retrieve the dessert.

Ashleigh, no longer holding the menu, finally met my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with wine.

"Hi," she said, resting her almost naked foot on top of my shoe.

"Be careful," I warned her.

The waiter returned with Ashleigh's treat before our conversation continued. It was an artfully arranged tower of fruit on a fluffy, crunchy pastry shell, topped with whipped cream and shaved white chocolate. As soon as the waiter was gone, Ashleigh stuck a finger into the fluffy cream and sucked it off, her eyes finding mine unabashedly. I could feel myself blushing, but I refused to look away.

Was she teasing me? Why?

I was so confused, conflicted. My body was reading her advances and I wanted her, I didn't want to spend another moment in this restaurant and I wanted to take her to my apartment and throw her on the bed and have her every way a woman can be had. My clit ached. I felt the cock against my thigh and imagined I was aware of its pulsing with my heartbeat, hungry. Wanton.

But in my head, I heard her saying, I'm not really into women.

I watched her eat her tart. She picked it apart and ate it with her fingers, going so excruciatingly slow. I felt like there was a fire going between my legs. I was sure she knew what she'd done and was continuing to do, though admittedly with less finesse. I think she knew that, once the tart was gone, we'd be leaving.

And eventually, it was gone. So was the wine. I paid quietly and stood, offering her my arm to help her rise. She was just as graceful as ever, not stumbling, even in heels.

Without a word, I steered her towards my apartment, waiting to see if she'd object. She didn't.

Ashleigh didn't even raise a question when we came to my building and climbed the stairs to my address.

As I was unlocking the door, she leaned against me. She was warm and smelled like Merlot and strawberries. My heart was loud in my ears, but I was brave enough to wrap my arm around her waist as I opened the door, ushering her inside.

"Oh," she said, after I'd turned on the lights and turned the deadbolt in the door. "I've gotta pee."

I chuckled. "All right." I led her to the only bathroom in my apartment, which was in the master bedroom. She went inside and I heard the click of the lock on the door knob.

I was too antsy to sit, at first. I paced. One of my shoes was squeaking, so I sat down on the edge of my bed, facing the bathroom door, and took my shoes off. I realized I was still wearing my jacket. I was removing it as Ashleigh emerged.

She paused in the doorway, light spilling out into the darkness from the overhead light in the bathroom. Ashleigh saw what I was doing and came over to me easily, sitting next to me on the bed and kicking off her heels. She folded her legs under herself and leaned against me as I was setting my jacket aside.

"Dinner was very nice," she said, her head dipping down to rest on my shoulder. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure," I said softly. "Do you want me to call a coach?"

I was suddenly hyper-aware of her hand on my thigh.

"Are you wearing it right now?" she asked, almost whispering.

I bit my lip, feeling my face heat up. I couldn't look at her, the way she was sitting, so I had no way to gauge her expression.

"You are, aren't you?" Her voice was feathery, tickling my senses. "Have you been hard all through dinner?"

"Yes," I said finally. "I've been thinking of fucking you since before I knocked on your door."

She moved her hand further up my leg, slowly. I watched her fingers stretch out and find the bulge against my thigh, the silicone that was hot on my skin. She traced the head of my cock with her fingernails. My hips rose mere millimeters but it was enough for her to know that her touch was making me hot.

My jaw was clenched. "What are you doing?"

"I think I want you," she murmured. "It isn't the wine. I was thinking about it before... but I thought maybe the wine would make me braver."

"B-but--" I stuttered, "you said..."

She leaned up, and we looked into each others' eyes. "If you're not a woman," she said, "prove it."

I felt confidence rising inside me. I knew who I was—and what I was—I was just me. When would I get another chance to prove it to anyone else? I didn't know.

What I did know was that, right now, there was a gorgeous woman sitting next to me, in my bedroom, with her fingers on my dick, telling me she wanted me. My heart ached. I wanted her.

My body knew how to move.

My fingers at the base of her scalp, moving up, closing the distance between her lips and mine. I kissed her, tentatively at first, my heart beating so hard I could feel it shaking me. She was kissing back, as shy as I was. I broke the kiss and she caught my bottom lip between her teeth, sucking gently, before she let me back off. I felt her grip on my cock and I gasped, holding her neck steady as I pressed my forehead against hers.

"I want to see it," she said. "Take your pants off. You've seen all of me..."

I hesitated, so she moved her hand up to my belt. I heard the clink of the buckle and she tugged on it, then began working on my fly. I was powerless to stop her. I didn't want to stop her. She worked the fly down and traced the waistband of my boxers with her fingernails. "Take them off," she said.

I disentangled myself from her and shoved down my trousers, kicking them off the edge of the bed. I pushed back on the bed and she followed me. My harness and my cock were under my boxers, but the dildo was straining against the less-confining material, visible through the button-less fly. Ashleigh leaned over my thighs, positioning herself perfectly as her fingers curled under the waistband, grazing against the harness, and tugged the front down.

She maneuvered my cock delicately, angling it, to my surprise, into her mouth. I pressed my lips together to keep from moaning out loud. I remembered her pressing a bottle of beer to her lips and struggling not to imagine her sucking me off. She wasn't sucking, but rather she tasted, testing the material, her nostrils flaring to catch the scent, her fingers pressing into the length to try the firmness.

I must have made a noise, because her eyes flickered to me. Her pink tongue pressed the spongy head forward, her hands holding it steady. She leaned back just a tiny bit. "It's not as hard as I thought it would be," she said.




My Own Body: Tender



I tried to clear my head enough to answer. It wasn't easy. "It's for packing. I have... other ones. This one's my favorite."

Her hand moved up and down my cock, slowly stroking my arousal higher and hotter. "Why is it your favorite?"

I licked my lips. Why was she talking to me? Why was she asking questions? I wanted to occupy her mouth so she would stop. But I answered her, instead. "I can wear it and fuck with it. Other ones I can't fuck with. Others I can't pack."

"This one does both," she purrs. Her breasts are grazing my thighs.

I nod.

"Do you like it when I suck your cock?" she asked.

"More than you can imagine," I replied.

Ashleigh lowered her head back towards my lap, her lips parting gently over the tip of my length. I put my hands behind my head to help resist digging my fingers through her long red hair, controlling her bobbing. To resist being forceful. To some deep part of me, this was still a dream, and I didn't want to ruin it. I didn't want to pop the bubble.

Every downstroke was delicate, feminine. I was chewing my bottom lip and watching, helpless, as my hips rose of their own accord. The harness was rubbing between my legs, enough to torture me without bringing me to orgasm.

She released me with a soft pop. My dick glistened with her saliva.

I moved quickly—I sat up and grabbed her arms, pulling her forward, over me. She squeaked with surprise, but didn't fight. We rolled on the bed until I was on top of her, holding her wrists over her head with one hand. I grinned down to her before leaning in. The dildo was sticking to her skirt, tugging at my harness, impatient.

"I want to be inside you," I whispered into her ear as she squirmed beneath me. My free hand found the dip of her sex, heat radiating against my fingertips through the fabric. I could feel the lips of her sex. I groaned softly. "You aren't wearing anything under this, are you?"

Ashleigh made a soft noise as her thighs struggled to part, but my legs held them together. "I was," she said breathlessly.

I was hitching up her skirt, little by little.

"I wanted... I wanted you to touch me again."

The flesh of her thigh was warm. I slid my hand under the cloth, moving oh so slowly along the tender inside. Her thighs were wet. I brought my fingers, moistened with the evidence of her arousal, up to my lips, licking the taste of her from them. Her green eyes were wide, pleading.

"Just touch you?" I asked. My hand slipped between us again, my wrist pressing against my abdomen as I angled my fingers, come-hithering featherlight touches against her vulva. She sighed and wiggled under my weight, trying to get closer, to bear down for stronger contact. I refused to let her. I barely touched her; I teased her. "Is that really all you want?"

"Please," she whispered. "Please."

I placed my hand against her sex, covering her up, but not satisfying her. Now, there was no movement—I took it away, and replaced it with steady pressure. "What is it, Ashleigh?" Her hips were straining beneath me, her legs nudging my cock against my groin. "Tell me."

"Mmmmh." She was blushing. Her cheeks and chest flushed with color. "Inside... please. I want you inside me."

"Oh, yes," I rumbled down to her, bending my fingers. They slid between her slick lips easily, one pushing into her with little resistance. She arched against me, moaning. She was clenching on my finger as it moved inside her. I couldn't take it much longer. I wanted to fuck her. My slow, agonizing pace wasn't only wearing on her; I was so hungry for her, I could hardly think straight. I pulled my fingers away from her sex and she made a small disappointed noise.

"I need to fuck you," I said honestly. I leaned up, releasing her hands, and instantly she brought them lower, rubbing her wrists and stretching her fingers. Her eyes didn't leave mine, though, and they were soft, vulnerable, but not without want. Her fair skin had a sheen of sweat and her breathing was quick.

I felt her fingers in my hair, yanking me close again. She bit my lip and forced my mouth open, kissing me ferociously. I groaned into her mouth, but my hands were busy. I shoved her skirt down and nudged a knee between her legs, kicking the skirt away. We broke for air, both of us gasping. She spread her legs for me and I ran my hand down her side, feeling lace beneath my fingers. I took a moment to look down, and I really wasn't surprised at all to find that she was wearing a black skirt garter belt. I let it stay. It wasn't in the way.

Positioned between her thighs, I leaned back onto my heels. I pulled my boxers up and stuck my cock through the hole in the front, stroking it, looking down to her. I was suddenly shy, and I felt foolish for feeling it. Ashleigh was waiting. Wanting. As much as I was wanting. I lowered my cock and rubbed between her swollen lips with the tip, lubing up. As I hit her clitoris, her hips jumped up and she sucked in air, smiling up to me.

I lowered my angle and pushed forward with my hips. I slid in easily, but slowly, savoring it. I watched until I couldn't see my dick anymore. I rocked back and felt the tug, the rub of the harness against my tormented sex and I groaned. Ashleigh's eyes were closed, but her legs trembled as her hips rose to meet my tender movements, and I noticed that her hands were now occupied with bunches of the blankets beneath us.

I bent over her and felt her body accommodate the change in position, her knees lifting, the weight of her heels at the small of my back. My fingers slid into her hair and I cradled the back of her head, burying my face in her neck, losing myself in the smell of her hair and the steady rhythm of our bodies rocking together.

"Go faster," she purred, and I felt her hands at my hips, sliding up beneath my shirt, pausing at the wrapped binder around my chest. I steadily increased the pace as Ashleigh casually moved her hands to my back, finding the flesh, clinging to me and holding me closer.

She lifted her legs just a bit more, and I felt myself hilting inside of her even more clearly. Her muscles were clenching and she was grinding against me as our bodies connected. With every thrust, I was yanked closer to orgasm.

"Jaq," Ashleigh gasped, her fingertips digging into the flesh of my lower back. "Harder, Jaq... yes... oh yes, that feels amazing..."

My eyes squeezed shut and I moaned against Ashleigh's shoulder. "I'm going to come," I said.

"Good," she said. "Come for me, pretty boy. Ooooh... yes yes yes..."

As her body seizes and her cries echo off the walls, I felt my thighs begin to twitch, and every graze of the leather at my core made me buck and gasp. My climax crashed down over me like a wave, crushing me and carrying me, violently, to shore. 

The shore was Ashleigh's form under me, the sound of waves in my ears were her heavy breaths. We'd came, we'd collapsed, completed, as one. I felt her thighs twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. My head felt so light. My limbs tingled.

The world was fuzzy.

Dark.

We slept.



My Own Bus Driver



I was waiting for the repairman to come fix my car, which had broken down in front of the school bus barn. I went in to use their phone, and while waiting, I looked around at all the buses. Thinking of my childhood memories, riding the bus to school and being young and carefree again, giggling with Susie and acting like I didn't see Jimmy Baker. Smiling to myself at some of those memories, I noticed a bus pulling in. The driver got out of the bus and turned around to walk away, stopping when he saw me standing there. Damn, I don't remember any of my bus drivers looking that hot. He was tall with curly hair, well built and the greenest eyes you ever saw.

He was staring at me as I stared back at him, my sexual desire starting deep inside me. The look in his eyes showed me he really liked what he saw, as he looked me up and down slowly. Stopping to enjoy my lips, my breasts, and my legs and back up to my lips. While licking his lips, in anticipation, he looked me in the eyes with the unspoken question.

My desire had become so intense from just looking at him; I knew I had to have him. Saying nothing, I walked over to him taking his hand and walking back to the bus he had just left.

Going inside to the top stair I turned around, bending over slightly, and placed my lips on his. Gently at first, then deeper and harder as he caressed my face while we kissed. God, he tasted so good I didn't want it to end, our tongues intermingling as our breathing quickened. Taking my lips away from his, I caressed his face gently while we backed further into the bus as we started undressing each other. Staring into each other's eyes as we fumbled in haste to remove each other's clothing.

Finally free of clothing, I started kissing down his neck while he caressed my breasts. Bending over he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth as I held his head gently. Moaning softly, I moved closer so he could have better access to both nipples as he sucked and nibbled. His tongue swirled around each nipple, as he seemed to very gently nip around each one. I was getting so excited as his hand trailed down to my wet pussy, I gasped as he stuck a finger inside. He softly moaned as he felt how aroused I was, pumping his finger in and out of my soaking wet mound. First one gently, then two a little faster, it felt so good I was squirming with pleasure.

Licking his way back up to my lips, he growled as his lips covered mine. I pulled away to finish licking my way down his neck and to his nipples. I hated when he pulled his fingers out of me but I needed to taste him so bad.

As I licked into his belly button, he moaned softly as I licked my way down to his hard throbbing cock.

Licking the first drops of pre cum off the head of his cock was so good, he tasted so sweet. Licking the head in small circles, his breath quickened, as I gently nibbled on the edge around the head of his throbbing cock. He tasted so good, so hot as I licked up and down his hard shaft. He was caressing my hair as he leaned his head back in pleasure; I lowered my mouth down to take it all. Pumping him in and out of my mouth as his hips began to match my rhythm. He was starting to tremble as he held onto the back of the seat while I was licking and sucking on him. His cock felt so good throbbing in my mouth.

He pulled me up to him as he kissed me deeply. Laying me back on the seat, he began to lick and kiss my nipples again. I was so hot and wet that I did not want him to ever quit. Licking his way down my belly, I began to tremble as he got closer and closer to my soaking wet pussy. Moaning for him to hurry and eat me, I gasped as his tongue flicked my swollen clit. God, It felt so good as he licked me up and down as I fucked his face, getting closer and closer to cumming. He was licking me like a man possessed as he slipped two fingers into me. Just as I thought I was going to get release he stopped and stood up. Whimpering in protest as he stopped, he pulled my hips up and slammed his hard cock into my trembling pussy.

Stopping so we could get accustomed to each other, he started fucking me slow at first.

He was smiling as he could see the effect he was having on me. His eyes darkening in pure sexual lust and mine begged for him not to stop. Then faster and harder he pumped, as we both started murmuring unintelligible words as he fucked me all the way to heaven. As we both started to cum, the only sounds were the echoes of skin against skin both wanting, no needing to cum together. We both came hard as our juices flowed together as if we would never stop cumming.

As we started to catch our breath, knowing it was the best cum either of us had ever had. He was lying on top of me, both of us spent; he rose up and looked at me. He kissed me so intensely and gently that I almost wanted to cry. Getting up so we could get dressed before we got caught, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard and then more tenderly as our kiss deepened. When we were done dressing, we looked at each other completely satisfied and smiled. Walking off the bus, we both walked away without looking back. Damn, I wish I would have gotten that man's name.



My Own Country Boy



I grew up around animals and loved everything about them. I loved horseback riding and anything to do with being outdoors. I was your typical "country girl". I was not the most gorgeous girl in school, however, I was not exactly ugly either. My long flowing blonde hair was my best quality. And that mixed with my green eyes, 5'2, 120 lbs frame, and year round tan, made up a pretty decent package I suppose. I was always in shape due to the work I did around the farm. We were by no means one of those 129.56 million acre ranches you hear about out west ... just a small, 70 acre farm in the middle of Eastern Maryland. We did, however, have enough to do that sometimes we required help around the place. And that's how I met Bo. 

6'3", 190 lbs, of pure, solid, muscular man. The 24 year old was just four years older than I when he began working for us. And let me tell you, I did not mind having that eye candy around the place. His rugged facial features combined with that lethal body were to die for. He didn't have the kind of fake muscles men get from working out in a gym every day; no, he had the kind of muscles a man gets from working for a living. Throwing hay. Wrestling hogs. Breaking in horses. Those kind of jobs gave him an awesome power that I greatly respected.

The first time I met Bo, I was out in the barn, saddling up my buckskin Quarter Horse, Ranchero. I was just about to heave the heavy western saddle up onto his back when a big pair of hands lifted the saddle right from my grasp and up onto Ranch's back. Surprised, I whirled around to stare into the most stunning steel grey eyes I'd ever seen. Those eyes seemed as if they could see into my very soul. I must have had a rather incredulous look on my face, because Bo let out a deep, low, chuckle that sent shivers down my spine.

He was wearing a pair of faded Levi jeans, worn so much that thew stress points were starting to unravel a bit. His upper body was covered by a black "wife beater", and even with that, the Maryland humidity still had a slight sheen of sweat covering his body from whatever work he'd been doing that morning already. Worn, scuffed Redwing boots covered his feet, and an old CAT hat covered his short brown hair.

After I regained my composure I gave him a small smile. "Well thank you for the help, but ya know I coulda done it myself" I said with a twinkle in my eyes.

A wide grin split Bo's chiseled face, softening it. "Well I'm sure you could've, but what kinda man would I be to let a pretty lady like yourself do that hard work when I could do it for ya?" he asked in a deep voice.

Ooooh, man. I thought. He had the perfect voice to match the perfect look... this couldn't get any better.

"So I'm guessin your the new guy Daddy hired around here, huh?" I asked as I admired him discreetly.

He gave a small nod and then seemed to admire me as well. "Yes ma'am, your pa told me to come find you and ask you to give me a quick tour around so I know where I'm gonna have to check the fencing."

I silently thanked my father for giving me the chance to ride with this hunk around our land. I pointed to one of the other horses in our barn, Gringo, a palomino quarter horse and told Bo, "You can saddle up Gringo if ya like. He's a bit rough around the edges but he's not bad." I said smiling. Gringo was definitely a handful, but I had a feeling this guy could take him.

After we were both saddled up, Bo insisted on giving me a leg up, which was fine with me, being short sucks when you try to get on a horse who's back is as tall as your head. I put my foot in the stirrup and instead of feeling his hand lift my leg up, his two hands encircled my small waist and lifted me right up into the saddle. I turned and looked down at him with a smile. My whole body was tingling from that one touch. What was going on!?

Bo then gracefully swung up onto Gringo's prancing back. Within minutes we were well away from the barn and headed out into the field. We rode silently for about five minutes before Bo looked over and asked me "So, how old are you darlin?" 

I gave him an innocent smile and replied "Oh, I'm 15." Man you shoulda seen that guy's face drop. I swear he lost all color. I couldn't help it, I busted out laughing. "Na, I'm kidding, I'm 20 actually." I said still giggling.

Bo shot me a look that could kill, but I could tell he was holding back a smile. I just gave him an innocent grin before kicking Ranchero into a lope, Bo quickly caught up. Finally we came up to the small pond at the very back of our property. It was a gorgeous spot. After ground tying the horses we went and sat side by side on the edge of the pond, talking for hours. Around sunset we finally realized what time it was. 

"Uh, is your dad gonna be pissed?" Bo asked, looking worried. I smiled at him. I realllyyyyy liked this man.

"Nah, you were with Daddy's little girl remember?" I said sweetly.

Bo just smiled and then stood, holding a hand out to help me up.

I took it and once again felt my pulse jump. Jeez this man was killing me! As i was about to turn and head towards Ranchero, who was happily grazing in the field, I felt Bo's hand on my arm. I turned to face him and was floored when he leaned in and simply gave me one sweet, simple peck on the lips.

"I really like you. I want to see you again.. and I don't mean just around the barn yard either. Come out with me Saturday night?" Bo asked, speaking softly.

All I could do was nod, I was so happy. I kissed his cheek before we mounted up and rode back into the house. As it turned out, Bo was living with us as well, so we went up to the house and I showed him around. After that, we ate and went to bed.

The next few days passed with heated glances and secret kisses. I could not get enough of this hunk.

Saturday came and around four o'clock I went inside to get ready for our hot date. I showered and dressed in my best jeans and a tight fitting tank-top, perfect for going out to the bars. I did my hair, leaving it down for once and put on a small amount of makeup.

I came down the steps right at 5, and Bo was waiting by his truck. He smiled when he saw me and then helped me into the big beast that he drove. I slid into the middle seat so that when he got in our thighs were nestled together. His arm automatically went around my shoulders and pulled me to him. He kissed me soundly before looking me up and down and telling me I looked amazing.

We drove into town, chatting over the country music playing on the radio. Eventually we pulled of to Rogan's, the popular hangout for the 18 and up crowd. Since I couldn't legally drink Bo went up and bought two, handing me one. This happens all the time in our hometown. We've even been known to drink with the cops here if we're underage. As long as we don't drive. I sipped the beer before Bo pulled me out onto the dance floor. This man oculd even dance! Could he get more perfect? I noticed women all over the bar giving me envious looks as I kicked up the tempo a notch and we began grinding together. Was it hot in here or was it just me?? Just when I was about to suggest we head out for the night, I noticed a man glaring at us from across the bar. My ex, Rob, great. He immediately prowled over with rage on his face. I sighed and turned to face him. Bo settled his hand on my hip and stood behind me.

Rob could get ignorant when something didn't go his way, and at this point, thats what it looked like.

"Erin, who the fuck is this?" Rob all but snarled.

"Rob, this is Bo. Not that its any of your business." I said.

Bo offered up his hand but Rob ignored it. "You think its cool to dance with another man's woman?" Rob raged.

Bo looked at me confused before I spoke up. "ROB, i already told you, we are OVER, we have been for the past six months! When are you gonna get it through that thick skull of yours!?" I said, growing enraged. This idiot was ruining my perfect night.

At these words Rob lunged at me, grabbing my arms and pinning me to the wall, "This is NOT over. Not til I say it is!" he yelled before he was yanked away and spun to face into those steel grey eyes I'd come to love... those eyes had turned into the color of slate now and flared with rage. 

"Do not EVER touch ANY woman that way when you are in my presence buddy." Bo snarled, obviously fighting to hold his temper. Thats when Rob took a swing, barely connecting with Bo's jaw before Bo swung one firm fist and landed on the side of Rob's head, rendering him unconcious. Bo looked at me with apology in his eyes and I held my arms out to him. HE hugged me briefly before we stepped over the now moaning Rob and headed to his truck.

Once in the truck I noticed the small bruise forming on Bo's jaw. "Oh god Bo, I'm so sorry" I muttered as i smoothed my hand over his jaw. He shrugged "It was worth it baby. No one touches or talks to my woman like that." he whispered before pulling me in and kissing me long and hard.

After we finally broke the passionate kiss we headed home. Instead of going to my room I willingly followed Bo to his. He took me in my arms and kissed me lovingly before lifting the tank over my head revealing my sculpted 36c tits, encased in a pale green silk bra. He lovingly traced the outer curves of my breasts, causing my breath to catch. I moaned softly. Lifting his shirt over his head, I traced the chiseled muscles of his chest and abs with my hand before leaning into kiss and trace them with my tongue. 

Before I knew it, we were both naked and Bo was on top of me kissing me everywhere before sliding down to make love to me with his mouth. His tongue flicked my clit causing me to cry out softly before he started a rhythmitic motion in and out of my slit. Before I knew it I was cumming hard on his tongue, him lapping up my juices.

We were both more than ready to get to the main event. He placed the head of his now rock hard cock at my slit and pushed in softly. The head went into my tightness and we both moaned in pleasure. He slid all 8 inches of his meat into me before starting a nice slow, loving, rhythm. As we both grew closer and closer to our climax he picked up the pace and before I knew it he was pounding into me and I loved it! We both reached that peak at the same time and flew off the edge of the world.

As we lay there, spent in each other's arms, Bo kissed and nuzzled my neck and face. I was in pure heaven. I told him this and he readily agreed.

We drifted off to sleep that night in each other's arms, not caring if even my father knew about this. We were meant to be together.



My Own Dance



She acted drunk that night, more than usual. Her eyes weren't fogged over, but she wasn't in any condition to go anywhere by herself, I suppose that's why I was the designated driver. I don't like clubs in general, or bars – not really my style, but I wanted to make sure that all of my girlfriends got home in one piece. I'm sure I stuck out like a sore thumb among them, especially next to Hunter – her, the gem of the club scene, the kind of smile that lights up her whole face, the kind of body that commands attention, next to me, the bookish lesbian who adamantly refused any sort of drink offered. 

She danced like something out of a movie, with the kind of reckless abandon that would make most girls look slutty, but she just looked magical. Her blunt cut bangs and dress that clung to all the right places, gently accentuating the area between her breasts, highlighting her collarbone, standing out against her pale skin. Everyone else just faded, and all night I watched her dance and drink, and sing along to songs that she didn't know the words to. On the several occasions that anyone would try to touch her when she didn't want it, I'd step in with a quick smile and eyes that would melt steel. 

The whole evening changed when a slow song came on – I don't remember what it was, I just remember her. She looked at me and curved her lips into a smirk, and began to dance. Her arms above her head, reaching towards the sky and turning to the side, letting me see just a hint of what was under the dress, her breast peeking out to the side just a little. She kept eye contact with me and ran her hands through her hair, letting the chestnut locks curl around her finger. She looked around her and when no one was looking ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, teasing, then letting it go back up her stomach and through her hair – repeating this motion, hand getting higher and higher every time. When I thought I might see everything, the song ended, and she smiled at me and went back to dancing with the crowd. 

I could feel myself warming up, the area between my legs starting to ache thinking about her. I couldn't get the image of her hand rising up out of my head, and no matter what other song played that night I just kept seeing it on replay. Gradually, everyone in our group began to grow weary of dancing and drinking, or found someone else to go home with, and we all piled in the car to go back where everyone except for her and I fell asleep. She sat in the middle in the backseat, occasionally looking at me in the rearview. At first I thought it was just absentmindedness, but then she did that same smirk, and her eyes lit up again, and her hand began that same damn journey, up her leg, higher and higher. The pain between my legs where I wanted to feel her grew tenfold, and I needed to get back home to get this out of my head. Surely she couldn't mean it, she was straight. All she talked about was needing a man, there was no way that she would be doing this for me. 

When we got back, I got everyone out of the car and into the dorm building, where they all wandered back to their rooms, but she stayed with me. I tried to say goodnight, because I felt like if I made the first move, it would all be on my head, but she brushed her hand against my wrist, catching my hand. She ran her fingers over my palm, and her gentleness about it almost killed me, the pit of my stomach was so deeply on fire. Still holding my hand, she began the walk to her room, taking deliberate steps and unlocking the door. As soon as we were inside my voice rasped out, "what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you," she replied, closing the door. I couldn't take it any more, and put my hands around her slender frame, backing her up against the wall. I felt her heartbeat increase, and when she reached up to kiss me, it wasn't delicate or gentle anymore, she wanted sex, badly. I ran my hands up her sides, feeling her breasts, her ribs, the small of her back. She took my hand and guided it lower, pulling up her dress with the other. She used my hand to pull down her panties, but I got the idea soon enough, and pulled off the rest of her dress. 

My God, was she breathtaking. Perfect proportions, her small breasts perfectly round with rosy pink nipples, flushed ever so slightly from the heat. I took my hand and ran in down the plane of her stomach, stopping just above her hips. She pulled back saying, "fuck me."

I pushed my hand down lower, feeling the out lips, glistening with her desire, and began a gentle movement, up and down, feeling for the spot that would make her stiffen. I found it and began a rhythm, feeling her move with me, feeling her kisses turn to gasps. I kept going, pushing two fingers into her, keeping my movements going, listening to the sounds she made, the gasping, the whispers, until I felt her muscles spasm against my hand, grabbing hold of it and dripping down it. Putting her hands between my legs, she simply said, "you're next."