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One Day

By: LanceSmith



When I think about you I get really horny. When I lie in bed naked, I think about you. When I lie in bed naked, and think about you, there's only one thing to do!

I bring my left hand up to my mouth, and lick and suck my fingers. I get them really wet and start teasing my nipple, just as I can imagine you would. I know you'd use your fingers, but also your tongue, and I'd love it.

My right hand is tracing lines up and down my cock, teasing my balls, the shaft, the head, the slit. My eyes are closed and my head is back, gently moving side to side in ecstasy. My fingers find their way around my shaft. I give it a nice firm squeeze. Slowly my hand works its way up and down, head to balls and back. With my hand wrapped around, I give it a little twisting motion, pausing at the head.

My left hand is pinching, squeezing and lightly rubbing my nipples. Slowly, it makes its way down to my erection. While my right hand is working up and down, my left hand goes right to the tip and waits for some precum to arrive. It won't be long.

I begin moving my right hand faster. More purposeful now. My cock is at it's peak hardness, my balls are contracting a little. Some precum is forming on the tip. Gently, as if it were liquid gold, I take it from the tip with my left hand, and bring my hand to my mouth. I moan as I reach out with my tongue and taste the nectar.

My right hand is going at a nice pace. Not so fast that I will cum quickly, but fast enough. After I lick all the precum from my fingers, I wet my left index and middle fingers liberally. My hand goes right between my legs and starts teasing my asshole. Finally, a finger tip slips in, I groan with delight. I slip the finger tip in and out a few times, just to swim in the feeling.

I get "brave" and go beyond just my finger tip. I go to the first knuckle and slide in and out a few short strokes. Then, almost on a "dare" I go to the second knuckle. OOOoooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, I never knew it would feel like this!

I'm on my back, legs in the air, eyes closed, mouth open, right hand stroking my cock, left hand middle finger in my ass. (Nice picture, huh?) The sensations from my ass play has brought me to the edge, and I'm not going back! My right hand strokes furiously, bringing things to a boil.

I start to convulse a little, breathing is VERY erratic, climax is upon us. As I continue fucking myself with my finger and stroking my cock with my hand the cum begins to fly! First load is deposited on my chest. Second goes a little further. I lift my head and open my eyes to witness the spectacle. As the third shot leaves my tip I silently ask for it, and open my mouth. Miracle! My shot of cum lands in my mouth. I feel so dirty, but so damned excited! I swirl the load around my mouth to savor it. Then I swallow. The other loads land on my chest.

Thinking only of you, I scoop up every drop of my own juice and suck it off my finger. Wishing I had you with me to share this with.

One Day



for, and of, someone very special to me...

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She walks through the door of the beautiful cabin, anxious to see him. 

It is remote, quiet, perfect for a dream. 

To finally be alone with him. No thoughts of anything else, anyone else. No inhibitions, only loving each other, and getting to know more about him. 

She needs him. Her body knows his voice, his words always move her. They make her want him even more. She knows that this need would soon be met and the knowledge makes her chest tight. 

She feels like a girl still in high school, never dreaming that this feeling could come to someone her age. 

She is dressed in a black summer dress that is tied around her neck, exposing her ample cleavage. Her red hair loose about her shoulders, her green eyes bright, and her step light. 

She walks through the cabin familiarizing herself with the things that were about. This would be home to her for the next few days, a place she could forget about the rest of the world, a place she could "just let go, and just be." Be his. Her heels click along the wooden floor as she walks from room to room. 

As she gets to the largest bedroom, she sees the lights have been dimmed. Roses lie on the large, log bed, near a note and a long silk scarf. Champagne is chilling on the nightstand. She walks to the bed, sees her name on the note and lifts it to open it. 

"Sweetheart, enjoy some champagne, then put the scarf around your eyes, lie back and wait for me. I love you," the note reads. 

She smiles, knowing he had beaten her here after all. She pours some champagne and sips it, thinking of what may be. She's dreamed of this moment. They've shared what they hoped it would be. She thinks of all the things she hopes for, and how she has wanted this so badly. 

With a sigh, she sets the glass down, slips her heels off, ties the scarf around her eyes, and lies back on the bed. 

She must've dozed off, the combination of jet lag and champagne making her sleepy. 

She is awakened by the feel of warm breath against her face, and she hears his beatiful voice say "finally, baby," as she reaches to take the blindfold from her eyes. He takes her hand gently in his, whispering, "not yet." 

He leans to her ear and tells her all the wonderfully wicked things he plans to do to her while she is there with him. The words paint beautiful pictures of abandon and need. 

She feels his pull over her, and feels the moisture begin to gather within her. She presses her legs together at the thought of the things he's promising, the pictures he's painted, feeling her body preparing for them all to come true. 

He kisses her along her jaw and rubs his face against hers to imprint his scent upon her body, letting her know his smell. 

"Mmmm" she says, "You smell so good, my love." 

He takes her hair and pulls her head to the side as he feasts on her neck, his lust beginning to get the upper edge, and overriding his hope of making her slowly burn for him. 

Her body starts to move, trying to push against him. He denies her the comfort of his body and he hears her moan as her lips part and she moans, "please." 

He slips his hand into the low neckline of her dress, finding her nipples hard as she pushes up into his hand, needing more of his touch on her flesh. 

He unties the halter top of the dress and peels it down, gazing at her breasts. His eyes darken. She pushes her breasts up hoping he will take them in his mouth. He grabs her hands, pulling her arms up over her head, imprisoning her head between her arms and he feasts on her lips. 

He kisses her deeply before moving down to her breasts. He kisses along the upper curve of her breasts and feels her body begin to slowly move against him, her back arching, begging him to take her nipples. 

Holding her arms tightly, he looks up at her flushed face, her moist lips parting, and he knows she is his. He lowers his face to her breasts and engulfs her nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until he hears her panting, and moves to the other. His control of her is complete and she surrenders to his passion for her. 

She feels his hands leave her arms and grab her dress, pulling it down her hips. Revealing she has dressed for him. His eyes darken and smolder as he sees she is in black lace that rides low on her hips and just hugs her enough to cover and tease his senses. 

He can see her lips are swollen in her need of him. She wears a garter belt below the panties that is attached to silky hose that make his hands want to play along the tops. 

She can feel his look. The heat of it. It burns into her through the blindfold, and her need becomes a furnace. A fire that needs to be fed. She whispers his name. 

He lowers his head and places his mouth over her mound, over her panties. He doesn't move. Just lets her feel the moist heat of his mouth centered over her throbbing sex. 

Her moan is one of heat and need. 

He lifts his head and slides the panties to the side, slowly slipping his tongue into her slit, sliding sideways, running on each side of her clit. 

He tastes her liquid heat as it begins gathering, lets her know how good she is to him by his groan, and it makes her ache for him, more. She needs more. She pushes hard to his mouth, when she feels him lift himself from her. 

"Please, take me, baby" she begs him. "I need to feel your cock in me. I want you so much." 

With that she feels the panties being slowly lowered from her body, hears him lift them to his face to smell her scent. 

"Please, take me," she begs again, as she feels him move her legs apart placing them around his hips. 

He hears her begging for him, for the release only he can give, and his cock aches with the need to give her what she wants. He knows he will not last long with this woman, not this time. 

He positions himself at her warm, wet center, one he knows has ached for him for a long time. As the head of his cock sits at her opening, he leans forward, face near hers, pulls the blindfold off, and pushes completely into her body at the same time. 

"Oh, yes!" he moans as he buries himself deeply within her. As he feels this woman he's wanted for so long wrap him in her warmth. 

The shock of his entry, and the vision of his beautiful face was everything she had dreamed of. A fantasy come true. She feels him pull back to push back in. Pushing in deep, pulling almost all the way out, only to push in deep again. His cock feels so wonderful, better than she had imagined. She is filled by him body and soul. 

He pumps into her hard, pushes into her so fully, so deeply, the crown of his cock so full that every stroke into her, her body is opened wide by it. 

As he pulls out, he feels her walls stroke him. As he pushes in, he feels his foreskin being pushed back. Deeper, he wants deeper. He needs to feel more of her. 

His cock rubs her, in all the places she loves best. It was made for her, and her alone. It touches her, it pleases her. The more he pushes in, the more she pushes back, wanting more, needing his cock buried as deep as he can within her. 

She feels the tingling begin. It comes from her belly, her legs, her sex. It builds, and he plunges faster. 

She feels her orgasm begin to move, begin to center. The intensity so strong. The need so heavy. She locks her legs around his waist, and she lets go, becoming a creature of feeling, of need and release. She comes for him. Crying out his name, her body convulsing and throbbing around him. 

He watches her as she comes. For him. He's waited for this for so long. The look of her face, mouth open, head thrown back. Her body arched and thrashing into his own. Her nipples tight. Her body convulsing around his cock. His name a cry from her lips. 

He feels his own need mount. He feels the churning in his balls, the thickening of his cock. He keeps moving, pressing into her. The drive to push into her harder, deeper is all he can think of. He feels it build. He feels the tingle of it moving up his shaft, his cock so hard and full. 

He pushes deep, holding her tight. He hears her call his name again, as her inner walls shudder against him. At her cry of his name, he comes. Deep within her, he fills her. His body pulsing, his toes curled, his shoulders tight. His heat washes her. Marks her. Making her his - at last.

He holds her close, his body still held sweetly within hers. Their heartbeats slowing to a normal rhythm. Their breathing more easy. He whispers words of his love for her. Kissing her lightly. 

She holds him close, feeling loved, cherished, treasured and tells him of her love for him - of how he's made her feel. 

They look into each others eyes, as both feel it start again. The need to give and receive pleasure, it stirs them both, sending them on their way to making another dream come true.



One Day After Work



I had an opportunity last week for one of my pervy tricks. ;)

This works provided the mark is picked out properly. This was a Christian lady, unmarried, a little naive. We were all out together, after work. She doesn't drink much, and I'm driving, so I'm not drinking much either, but I've still had a couple of drinks.  Since she's not really the drinking type, she is only out to be sociable and is not going to be staying all evening - I am in the same kind of situation, so I have promised her a lift home after talking her into coming out 'just to be sociable'. As I have said, she's not the drinking type, so her couple of glasses of dry white wine are comparatively a lot for her.

As agreed, after about an hour and a half, I leave and taker her home. She normally has a bit of a journey, since she does not drive, so this is actually nice and easy for her and the wine has relaxed her. We chat a bit as I drive her to her house and I mention that maybe I had a little more to drink than I should, so that when we arrive she, naturally, offers to make me a coffee and give me a chance to sober up a bit before I drive home.

So we're sitting in her living room drinking coffee, eating cookies and chatting. I'm confiding in her and this is building up an intimate atmosphere between us. The alcohol, which she is unaccustomed to has relaxed her and she is laughing as I joke with her. I tell her how nice it was to be able to get out after work with people, even for a short while and relax and how this is difficult for me sometimes, because the wife easily gets jealous.

She says that the wife must know that she has nothing to be jealous about, so I confide in her further and explain how bad it would be if Sally knew that we were sitting like this together - she would never understand that it was quite harmless. She repeats that Sally must know that she has nothing to worry about. I agree and confide in her more, building up the feeling of closeness between us.

Then I say that I ought to be going. She asks me to stay a bit longer - she's enjoying our chat and she's also concerned that I am ok to drive. I say that it is better that I go, all things considered, but she says that I ought to stay just a bit longer.

Now this is the tricky bit. I am feeling horny and my cock is stiffening thinking of what it is I am going to do, if I get the opportunity. She is saying that we are just friends and Sally has nothing to be worried about. I say that I'm not too sure of that and I'm feeling awkward. She says that I shouldn't feel awkward and if somethings worrying me then maybe she can help.

This is the sort of situation I have been trying to create - slightly ambiguous. I want what happens next to appear as just a misunderstanding. I say that perhaps she can help, but I don't want any misunderstandings, so I'm reluctant to involve her. She says she would be happy to help out.

This is ideal, enough ambiguity that I can work with and the intimate atmosphere works. My cock is already stiff in my trousers - I am surprised she has not noticed, but she probably does not think of such things - which makes the next step a pure delight, when I unzip my trousers and get my thick cock out in front of her - it stiffens fully with the thrill and naughtiness of what I am doing and - boy! is she embarrassed!

So there I am standing up with my cock fully erect in front of her face. She is speechless and turning red. 

'Oh MY!', she manages to say and, of course, I realize that I have made a terrible mistake. (he he he!)

I start apologizing, saying how awful I feel. My cock is still stiff and I do not put it away. I say that probably I had better go and again apologize for the misunderstanding. She says it's alright, but that she thinks I had better go too. She has not stood up, but is still sitting - she could not stand up without touching my cock, so she is kind of trapped.

I tell her that I cannot go like this - it will be just too uncomfortable and I cannot drive in this condition. I say that I will have to take care of it and I hope she doesn't mind. She says that I had better do whatever I need to and then just go. I apologize again and start masturbating in front of her. Of course, I could have excused myself and gone to the bathroom, but that was not what I wanted. In the heat of the moment, she seemed to forget that I could do that as well, but once I'd started masturbating, she did not stop to suggest this - she actually seemed rather interested in what I was doing.

Anyway, I speeded up the action - it felt good jerking off in front of her like that. The next stage was completely predictable, but she didn't forsee it - I came, quite forcefully, splattering cum all over her. She was horrified, and I was even more embarrassed and apologetic and everything. (he he he)

It was terrible, I left feeling awful about everything I had done to her, apologizing continuously - what must she think of me?

Big bunch of flowers for her at work the following day, to say sorry and we agreed between us that we would say nothing to anyone about what happened - after all, she was just as embarrassed about it all as I was.

Fantastic Result!



One Day at a Time



Sometimes it feels nice to go to a party where all people are your friends and you can feel secure. Sometimes it simply feels boring. Same old.

Charlotte returned home from Italy where she had spent the last year of her life chasing her dream job. She threw this big party to see her friends again, friends from the neighborhood and ex-co-workers, ex-boyfriends and lots of best girlfriends.

Dylan wasn't sure he wanted to be there. Being a longtime friend he decided to go and hide in a corner with a double whiskey.

The party was already at its peak when Charlotte spotted Dylan. 

"Hey, Dylan dear, I'm so excited to see you!"

She took his hand and led him to another crowded corner. 

"You are still a heartbreaker? They are all here Dyl, do you remember...." And she started saying names and pointing to faces he vaguely remembered.

As discreetly as he could, he slipped away after a while.

Out of the door, where the breeze was strong and the cigarette smell stronger, he took a deep breath.

A honey brown head with a cute little nose outline was sitting on the pavement, in front of him, gazing somewhere distant.

"Sienna?" His deep, melting voice shook her. She half turned her head, "Dylan?" She said back in a low, suddenly restrained voice.

"It's been what? Two years."

Dylan was five years older than her and the boyfriend of her best friend's sister at the time. The one and only Dylan, who was a mystery and the secret lust of every girl back then. Sienna was the youngest at seventeen and she was allowed to hang out with the older girls only because she didn't interfere or reveal their secrets to their moms. Dylan, at twenty two then, wasn't tall or super athletic but had a reputation of the arrogant, difficult guy, the one that never ever fell for any girl. He was clever with a dark gaze, although his eyes were a deep blue. Smoking and looking past anyone, he had this air of aloofness that drove the girls crazy.

Sienna was always at a corner reading her books or browsing with her phone. Her hair then was at shoulder length, its natural dark honey color and her eyes were a muted green.

She took a glance at him as soon as she heard his voice. The deepest and coldest and warmest of voices.

He happened to look at her at the same time. A beautiful, innocent and sassy face that made him instantly feel troubled. He felt his chest ache for a second, but kept on smoking and forced himself to focus on the other girls in the room.

As much as he was the object of lust for the girls, he had less girlfriends than he could have. All of them were left brokenhearted, all of them believing they could make him love them. He wasn't cruel and he wasn't kind. All the ex-girlfriends stated that he wasn't expressive or sweet talking not even in their private moments. He didn't even kiss them as much but he was surprisingly good when the door closed. A walking male enigma.

Sienna could have been his female match. Not expressive, difficult to please. She had friends all the geeks and all the guys no one else wanted. She didn't seem to be in emotional need of a boy. Not a boyfriend yet. She was really disturbed that this Dylan guy made her turn her head and made her mentally replay his smoking and laid back manners all day.

They met three or four times again. There was always the same underlying tension, only acknowledged by them. Dylan was equally disturbed each passing time. He felt a weakness for this little girl, a weakness he hated to feel.

This crazy night, half a year later, when Sienna had had her eighteenth birthday, Dylan was bored at another yet party and spotted Sienna in a corner trying to light a cigarette. 

With wide strides we went over and grabbed the cigarette smashing it in his hands and then grabbed her by the neck forcefully and dragged her out of the room. "Never try this out again! You are so young and naïve to act as a grown-up," he said in his wonderful voice. 

Sienna tried to stay mad at him, "You can't possibly tell me that when you yourself...." 

But he stopped her with a lowered voice, "Don't fuck up your life if someone else does." 

She remained speechless. She felt a caring in his words. She was left looking right into his eyes. "Damn," he whispered and took her head with all his might in his hands and kissed her hard.

He sensed she didn't know how to handle it, having never been kissed before. He felt this ache again, tearing his chest. When she responded and kissed him back he felt this ache grow. Fuck. This was trouble. He made a mess of her hair and lost himself in the kiss. His breath was quick and short.

"Baby girl, let me take you home or I won't stop," he whispered without thinking, for the first time. She was startled with the break of the kiss. She shook her head 'no' and put her hands around his neck. "No," she said with a voice she didn't recognize.

She knew that all in her mind had always been black or white. When she kept reliving his voice, she knew she was in love way too much and that she wouldn't want anyone else. So, no. He had to go on.

This was indeed crazy but he couldn't control himself like he was proud he could always do.

He hugged her from her waist and held her tight to his side as they half walked and half ran to his place, just a couple of blocks away. He had been at the party with a girl which was now long forgotten.

He unlocked the door and, once inside, he kissed her with all the novelty of his feelings. He paused for just a moment to look at her, to find reassurance. He did. She had a serious face, a mixture of long known friend and a growing woman, a young vulnerable girl and a strong person. Again he felt that aching in his chest.

He took their clothes off before he could change his mind and let logic take control. God, she was beautiful, shy but brave. He kept talking to her, talking for the first time this way and when he wasn't whispering, he was breathing in her ear. 

"Baby girl, you are mine, you know that? .... Are you sure you want this baby? Oh, stay still, I wanna feel you more.... Please don't cry.... Yeah I know, I know baby, it won't hurt soon.... Soon, sweetheart.... Stay with me please.... Oh God, you are so sweet.... Sweet Sienna...."

When they both calmed their breaths, without a single word Sienna kissed him shyly on his cheek and Dylan, well strong, coldhearted Dylan, whispered in her ear "You're mine now Sienna."

Half an hour later, he took over his new found feelings and got her up, "Com' on, I've got to take you home". Without 'baby' in his sentence. She obeyed without a word.

That Dylan was standing in front of her right now. Two years later. The Dylan she hadn't seen in a year and right after that crazy night, he had acted like nothing happened. The Dylan that she had to bear all the stories about him and his girlfriends. She never said a word or even implied anything. Their secret was perfectly kept, although she was screaming inside that he abandoned her. That Dylan, she could never know how grateful he was for her discretion, keeping all his words for herself, buried in the feelings of that night.

That Dylan.

Her hair was longer now, her face sweeter, having left the teenage sassy face behind. It still made him feel that ache inside, that unidentified feeling of uneasiness, and the urge to kiss her.

They talked quietly, in a low tone, for no apparent reason.

"How are you Sienna?"

"Some days great, some days shit."

He touched her hair, "You let it grow.... It suits you nice."

"You are not wearing jeans, Dylan! What happened?" She tried to joke, to hide her blush and nervousness.

"Grew up, baby," he trailed his voice off, the voice that made her lose her words.

He looked at her. Long. "Let's get out of here," he said decisively. He took her hand and got her up. "Come."

They were out in less than a minute. She breathed deeply to shake her awkwardness. She was less confident around him, now that she had grown up.

He lit a smoke. He threw it on the road the next minute.

He got Sienna by the waist and kissed her. "I missed you so much Sienna, I missed you baby," he said in her mouth.

Sienna trembled. She said in a really low voice "I love you Dylan," but he put his finger in her mouth, "Don't baby, don't. I don't deserve it sweetie."

"Just kidding Dylan...." She laughed and stopped their kiss. She leaned her head in his chest and closed her eyes. She was glad he couldn't look at her now. He was messing her hair as they were strolling down the road.

"So," she said in a light voice, "Can I move on?"

He immediately knew what she meant. The ache grew deeper but he chose to ignore it.

"Haven't you already.... um been with anyone else?"

She shook her head. No.

"You are mine Sienna," he repeated in his head but never said it out loud. Words he never said to any other girl. What came out was "Yes, Sienna, move on. I'm always your friend, but I cannot love you back," he said sternly. He was lying. But he wasn't aware of it himself.

They walked in silence. It was an awkward silence, one they had never experienced before.

At last, she lied about having to catch a train. He lit a cigarette and said goodnight between his teeth, before he headed down the road. No touching. No kissing.

In a couple of months her high school best friend, Cassie, informed her that she'd go to Dylan's party. "Remember Dylan, Sienna? My sister's boyfriend back in school?" Sienna nodded. "Well, he's having a somewhat private party and she said I could go and bring a friend! Do you wanna come?"

"I don't really know Cassie.... He doesn't even know me...."

"Maybe so, but I broke up with Jason and I really need someone with me between all those grown-ups.... Please, Sienna!"

So, she accepted.

On the day of the party, Sienna wore her jeans and a black short shirt. She bought him a special book, she knew he'd love it. They had talked about the author for over an hour back then. 

They knocked. A gorgeous blonde answered the door and asked them who they were, with an inquiring look. Cassie said who she was and passed but the woman stopped Sienna and yelled, "Dylan, honey." 

Dylan showed up. He felt the familiar sting but didn't show it. "Honey, we said this was private. A Cassie brought her but it's too much. I don't even know who Cassie is. Take care of it, will you?" and she turned her back to welcome other guests.

Sienna's heart literally broke. She handed him the present but he was cold when he said "Please, you're not invited...." Her lips made out, 'Dylan' but there was no sound. He took a breath. He had to be a man and take care of them both. "It was just a night Sienna. Stop fantasizing about it." And closed the door.

She was out of words. She was out of breath. She stood there for some moments before she turned around to leave. She leaned against the wall across the street.

Dylan saw her through the window. He felt he did what he had to do, to make her forget him. But it felt awful, not right. He wanted to dump everything and everyone and go after her, hug her and take her away. She was the only girl he ever wanted to sleep with through the whole night but he was the one to make her go. 

The blonde kept calling him 'honey' and he couldn't help taking a mental note to break up with her that night. He glanced at Sienna again. She had silent tears on her face. She was holding the present, his present, on her chest tightly and had her head bent down.

He opened the door.

He rushed out without a jacket. Crossed the road in no time.

She was surprised, immersed in her pain.

"Baby, damn it, can't you see what this is doing to us?"

She looked at him. Yes, she's been crying and she was as white as could be.

He held her, passed his fingers through her hair, over her waist, her hands and her thighs.

"Baby, I can't deal with that.... I'm not myself with you around.... I'm not used to that, I hate it."

She said nothing. He looked at her again, intently.

"Come on," he said taking her arm. He called a taxi and gave the address of his old apartment. In the cab he called the blonde from his party, "Jessica, I have to leave for a couple of hours. I'll call back," and hung up. He kissed Sienna on her cheek. He smiled. He honestly smiled from his heart.

They arrived. He took her present, "I guess this is for me, sweetheart?" She nodded. She hadn't said a word since he threw her out of his party. He opened it and checked the book. 

She had remembered their talk.

He turned to her. 

"I don't know what to do with you, baby. I can't control myself like I'm used to. I'm not ready to deal with it yet.... But you know I'm here for you.... Don't you? Come over here baby...." and he kissed her. 

He kissed her like it was the last time they were together. Sienna gave in. She had to let her first love go and tonight would be the celebration of her adulthood. The permission to move on. 

He felt so terribly good. He did everything she needed and she responded just the way he would have wanted her to. He let her whisper to him "I love you Dylan" when she came for him and as much as it hurt, he inhaled it with all his heart. She tried to keep in her memory all the little words he was telling her, as he came for her. All the sweet words "Baby girl, I can't stop thinking about you" and "You can't know how good you feel."

In two hours they were back. She turned her back to him as soon as they got out of the taxi. She desperately wanted to let Dylan live in her past.

He lit a cigarette and took three or four deep breaths before he went inside to his party. No, this wasn't over. He just didn't know it yet.

Sienna was doing pretty well at her college classes. She was studying graphic design and she was spending all her hours in perfecting and researching her projects. Except for the occasional coffee or late afternoon beer with friends, she hadn't gone out for a long series of nights. She stretched her back when she finally finished her last project of the semester. She was gonna take a long, hot shower and meet some college friends in the local bar.

At Johnny's she was the last to arrive and she found a seat at the end of the bar. Everybody was a friend of someone else so she introduced herself to the one at her left "Hi, I'm Sienna, Cassie's friend." 

A set of light brown eyes opened up at her. "Hello Sienna! I'm Patrick. Nice to meet you! I was getting bored here since I only know that guy over there," and he pointed to his friend, talking to a blonde woman, laughing and flirting.

Patrick turned to Sienna; let his eyes admire her face and her hair which was, by the move she made to look at the other end, covering half of it. He made the bold move to take it and tuck it lightly behind her ear while asking, "What are you having Sienna?"

Two months later, there was an exhibition of all students' works and of course Sienna and her friends were all there. Later that night, the happy teenagers and their friends went to the familiar bar to celebrate the distinction they had received.

Sienna was wearing a short flowery skirt and a plain white t shirt under a taupe, woven jacket. Patrick was touching her waist lightly and when seated touched her hair, as frequently as he could.

Since it was Saturday, Johnny's was a full house. When Sienna and her company entered, Dylan was already there, hidden in the dimly lit room, with his usual scotch in hand. The friends he came in with, were trying to make him talk.

He spotted her as soon as she entered. His eyes were on her since and on that guy's almost possessive touch of her hair. He murmured yes and no to his company but he was becoming tense with every passing moment. He drank his scotch in one sip and left the glass.

"Hey, Sienna." She was startled. His face was showing a deep burning anger and she felt like she was caught doing something inappropriate. Patrick felt really uncomfortable. Sienna tried to lift the uneasiness before it ruined their evening, "Dylan, I just had my first show! There's an exhibition going on about rising artists and our college took part. I was included!" Dylan was glad he had the scotch before. He put his hands in his pockets to restrain them from taking her arm and running out. He tried to calm down. He even glanced at Patrick. He turned to look into her eyes and after a long moment he said in his deep voice, "See you around Sienna."

His scent lingered some moments after he had left. She fell back on her chair, relieved this didn't go terribly wrong, especially in front of Patrick. Oh, Patrick. His handsome face more serious than she ever remembered it to be, in those two months they were hanging out.

"Strict brother or ex-boyfriend?" Patrick let out with a bout of courage. At her answer 'neither' he decided to feel secure, although their chemistry was more than obvious.

Sienna glanced at Patrick. "So, what happened with that strange writer you had to review yesterday?" She changed the subject and smiled warmly to him. He took what he was given; he would have taken less really. He felt he needed Sienna in his life.

Late in the afternoon, Sienna got a call from Dylan. "I'm coming by to get you for a walk in twenty minutes." This wasn't a question. 

Sienna's heart was racing. She was ready in ten. She spotted Dylan walking briskly towards her, putting his cigarette off. "I thought you had quit that," she greeted him.

"Just lessen it," he answered huskily and kissed her on the cheek, extremely close to the lips. She trembled.

They walked together down the street that led to the old harbor. "See, there are some buildings here I'm supposed to redesign for new use. Look...." he explained with enthusiasm, something rarely shown from Dylan. She kept up, happy to be part of his rushing mind. He pushed her from the waist, to see all the details he was talking about. They went up the empty buildings and they took pictures of their windows and destroyed doors.

"Come work with me as a designer at the office," Dylan proposed in the middle of a casual conversation. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly. 

"I haven't even got the course on architectural design yet.... Look, I want to get over you, Dylan, not get more into you...." her voice breaking at this point. "You know that.... You always emphasized that yourself," she added turning her head down.

"Is that Patrick guy your passage to moving on?" he deviated a direct answer."

"Could be.... He likes me Dylan. He really does. He talks about what I do, he goes over every detail of my projects when I call him...."

"What do you feel, Sienna?" he asked in a low voice, touching her chin to lift her eyes up.

"I feel good around him Dylan.... His drive is enough for both of us. His face is sincere, caring. He helps me enormously Dylan.... He would have never thrown me away from his party. He would call me four or ten times a day if he were my boyfriend, if he would have me even for a night. Yeah, I need him and I like him."

All her bitterness was included in her words. It was the first time she didn't feel bad if she was to hurt Dylan.

"I know you're mine, Sienna. You won't last with your Patrick," he said kissing her. She broke the kiss and took a breath. "Come with me, let's be together tonight baby girl."

"I'm gonna hate myself but no, Dylan, no! I'm almost twenty and I wanna feel like someone's girlfriend, loved. I was yours Dylan, but that was two years ago. You let me go. In fact, you threw me out of your life, remember?" She caressed his face with both of her hands. Dylan felt that familiar aching, he had long to feel, inside his chest. He was still resisting her loving ways even if it meant losing her. Losing Sienna, the beautiful girl who made him utter all those words, except the three ones that would change his life.





One Day at a Time



"God Sienna...." He held her close, tight.

They returned without a word, both numb. Both letting go of each other, for no reason. Again.

In the next couple of years Dylan had fewer and fewer relationships. At twenty seven, women didn't stand his overworking obsession and his emotional absence from any form of involvement. 

He stayed long hours in his office and made a name for himself with his work, which boosted his confidence, which in return made him treat people with less patience and gentleness. More or less, most of his friends had moved away, gotten married or made new friends since he wasn't available and, truth is, not fun or challenging anymore. Women who didn't know him were still drawn to him, even more now. He was on the man side than the bad boy he used to be. He had a stubble that suited him and had gained more muscle that slightly showed even under his shirt. Charming but lonely.

Sienna began a true relationship with a thrilled Patrick. He was there for her in every aspect. He cooked her dinner when she was tired after a whole day working on her projects, he put an article about her whenever he could through the publishing company he was working for. He kissed her with all his heart and made love to her, pinching himself to make believe this was really happening. 

She was beginning to embrace grey in her life, beginning to understand that nothing in life was only black or white. 

Dylan was always in a corner of her mind but she was enjoying Patrick in her life. In fact, she couldn't have made it so smoothly if it wasn't for him. Strange as it sounds, it always felt like all this time she was cheating on Dylan, like she was Dylan's girl and had a break with Patrick. Foolish concept, as Dylan never had her as a girlfriend.

They had ran into each other, with several meters between them and dates by their sides. They weren't in talking range but their eyes met. For the rest of the evening they were virtually in place and with their dates. 

Sienna missed his voice, his tight hug and his smell. She noticed his stubble and his manly ways along with his growing arrogance. She felt sorry for all the women by his side. 

Dylan missed all of her, but mostly his hands in her hair and having her in his arms, talking to her. He missed talking openly to anyone, he hated his need to be tougher and tougher. He also hated Patrick. He hated that he was feeling tired of holding back his emotions. 

Over those couple of years, he had a growing number of lonely nights, when the only memory that kept before drifting to sleep was their two times together, their two times he let himself a little loose to express, the moments he hid his face in her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She hadn't betrayed his trust. He missed her terribly but he wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet.

Sienna was now approaching twenty three and Dylan was already twenty eight.

She had grown more refined ways and a far more quiet and cheerful personality than she used to have as a teenager.

Dylan was getting more handsome but more stiff. He had everything he wanted but didn't know how to enjoy it more than a couple of days in a row. He was acknowledged and financially very well off.

One night after work Dylan decided to go to Johnny's, a long time forgotten small bar, lacking the high class people, his work had gotten him used to deal with. Fate had it that was the same night Sienna and Cassie went to Johnny's to discuss a serious dilemma Sienna had.

He spotted her as soon as he took his far away seat on the bar but kept watching her as she confided to Cassie. He made rings with his smoke and took sips of his scotch feeling warmth growing and a smile inside him. When the girls made a move to stand up and leave, he quickly grabbed his cell phone and his drink and headed over.

Cassie was happily surprised, "Dylan, long time no see! I hear rumors here and there but nothing had prepared me for the Dylan in flesh! Oh, you remember Sienna?"

Yeah he did. Every day. 

Cassie went on, "How is life Dylan? Are you with Ann now or is she history?" Dylan laughed quietly, evading the question. His laugh was a perfect match to his gorgeous voice. 

Cassie said they had to leave and Dylan offered to drop them to wherever they wanted with his car. Cassie accepted. Dylan had planned it so Sienna was left last, so he told her "I hope you don't have to wake up early tomorrow" and without waiting for her answer, he increased speed and drove to the seaside. He was tense and didn't seem to care to open up a conversation. Sienna inhaled his scent, his very tension and his skillful driving.

He parked the car and opened the door to get out. Then he opened her door "Come out, baby girl, it's quiet and the moon is filling out." 

He lit a cigarette and leaned his back on the car, side by side with her, holding her hand tight, almost squeezing it, and looking up at the clear sky.

"What's up, Sienna?" he asked, touching her face. God, he had missed her more than he thought. "Trouble in paradise?"

Sienna felt like time was running back quickly. She felt seventeen again, desperately in love with Dylan. "Kind of Dyl. Patrick is moving away and I am to blame. He wants something I can't give him. I don't really know what to do."

"That Patrick again. What does he need sweetie? What more could he possibly need?" he added lowering his voice.

"Marriage. And kids. And me, a hundred per cent."

"I can see why. What's your objection?"

"I want to work, to make things, to be creative. He understands that but he wants to marry me."

Dylan took her in his arms and looked straight into her eyes. "He's smart, he senses he can't have you a hundred per cent. You're mine Sienna, I've told you that. And he feels it, he knows it."

Sienna couldn't reply. Her mouth was dry and half open in astonishment. He held her closer and kissed her. Between her lips, in her breath he kept saying "You're mine Sienna. No one can change that.... You're mine," and then he kissed her for real. She had almost forgotten how it felt to be kissed by Dylan, the overpowering feeling that she had no control over.

"What will you do, Sienna?" he asked finally.

"I'm staying here. I have barely started taking jobs. My friends are here.... But he loves me. He truly loves me Dylan."

"He deserves someone to love him back. Sounds like a nice guy. Come on, it's really late. I'll take you home."

"That'd be my sister's house. I left, remember?"

Dylan didn't speak. "Get in, Sienna."

Sienna knew. He was struggling with himself again. He wouldn't take her at her sister's. He would take her to his home, which was what he did, but what surprised Sienna was his phrase, "I'll take the couch. Sleep tight" and let her have the bed. She felt like he was resetting the clock. She had a big smile on her face before she slept as he wished her.

Dylan felt proud of himself. It was the first time in five years that he took care of her.

"Good morning, sweetheart. There's warm tea for you. I have to leave. Be here by six," ordered Dylan and left.

She thought she was daydreaming. She wanted to fully enjoy staying here, on Dylan's bed but she had to go to her sister's and pick up her stuff, plus she had to check her mails and work on a new presentation. She wanted to think about Dylan, his smell on his shirt and his voice calling her sweetheart. He had never called any woman he ever was involved with, beyond her name, rumor had it.

At six, she was reading a book when Dylan returned. He murmured "Good" when he saw her there. Casually, he just said, "I'm cooking dinner tonight" and he took his shirt off, got in the shower and under ten minutes he was in a plain white t-shirt, with half wet hair, heading to the kitchen. She glanced at his moves and felt her stomach tighten.

Dinner time was relaxed. Dylan even tried to make small talk. Sienna talked about her dreams and about her designs for the first time with Dylan and saw a different side of him; a new side which was more than good. He had a sharp mind and a dominating personality, an aggressive way to ask for resources or recognition, businesswise. No wonder he got successful, after a few years in his firm. 

While Sienna was building her CV with Dylan, on his couch, she said she had experience working for a publishing company. "I had done designs for books Patrick reviewed...." She said trailing her voice off at the mention of Patrick's name.

"He was nice to you, wasn't he?"

"More than you can imagine."

"Oh, I can. He was claiming you for almost three years."

"He had me Dylan. We were really together all this time."

"No you weren't. You were mine. You are mine Sienna."

She felt blushing with anger. "This is a huge no Dylan. He won me fair enough. This is the arrogant side of you talking. When I missed you, all I had to do was to remember the way you turned your back to me when you felt like or justified it as right." Her throat ached from the strain. It was a good time to let out all those hurt feelings she kept bottled up for five years.

Dylan looked at her, changing feelings by the second. He started feeling angry but with a short, although painful transition, he saw the mistakes he had made to both her as well as to his life. With a small growing fear he saw her slipping away from him, Sienna, the one that was the most reliable person in his life to be there.

He looked at her for a tiny moment and then held her tight on his chest. Sienna was pleasantly crushed against him and without having to look into his eyes, she let herself cry for everything. Cry for what she owed to Patrick, cry for having him go away, cry for all those dark, lost nights thinking of Dylan. 

He didn't move a bit, he held her tight and breathed heavier than usual to stop his own tears that were building. He held her with both his arms, differently than five years ago, more firmly, more caring, more sincere.

When he felt her crying reaching to an end, he took her face, framing it with both his hands and looked deep into her eyes, her muted green eyes that were blurred now and softly kissed her lips. "I'm sorry Sienna, I'm sorry baby girl.... I couldn't see all those things before.... I only knew what I needed.... Sorry baby.... please, let me make it up to you." He kissed her as softly as he could again and again. His own dark blue eyes were wet. This was a first for the mighty, aloof, coldhearted Dylan. Sienna still felt hurt but Dylan was more familiar to her than herself, his face was in her dreams for many, many nights. She hid her face in his chest again. Relieved,happier. "Oh, God, Sienna," was the last whisper she heard before she slept in his arms on his couch.

When she woke up she was alone in the apartment. She felt at some point when Dylan woke up. She missed his warm, tight hug around her but she was spent and slept through.

She made herself a strong coffee and grabbed her drawing pad. She worked on real pads and then digitalized them for further editing. That way her work had an original feel. She had no project to rush her so she did whatever came natural.

It had been hours since she started but she only realized it when Dylan sent her a message to get ready for a small weekend trip. She wondered; Dylan hated small or large trips and avoided them as hell. She rushed to the shower.

When Dylan returned, he saw her tidying the place with her hair up, gathering stuff and having a pale red face from around. He paused and rephrased what he had in mind "Hi there, sweetie. We have to go somewhere. My sister is getting married. You probably never met her, she's older than me and is having a baby soon, so.... It's a two hour drive and we'll be staying over for one night. You need to pack one dress at least."

She glanced at her suitcase terrified. "Not one dress?" he caught her look. 

"A couple of skirts, doubtfully for the occasion and a couple of shirts.... Do they count?" 

He formed a small smile. "Although you look wonderful in anything, I'm pretty sure my sister has a closet full of dresses. Be yourself, honey, I don't care about what they'll think. But I have to go. Pack for one night, I'll be right up." That simple, casual talk had Sienna warmed. Dylan was acting normally and that made her put her guard off and smile back. That was another first.

His paternal house was big and luscious. He was nervous about how Sienna would react. He feared he would see lust the for rich, he had seen it in his early days with his then girlfriends. He was examining her as they parked and were ringing the doorbell. He would have been enormously relieved if he had known that Sienna too, felt trapped in that kind of places with more rules than love. 

His mother answered the door, giving orders here and there to numerous people working, taking care of tomorrow's reception.

"Dylan! You are here as promised, imagine that!" Sienna was beginning to understand what Dylan was running away from, and how the remarkable young man wasn't at all appreciated by his own family. She brushed her hand over his, reassuring him of nothing in particular but of everything. "Hi, mom. Um, this is Sienna."

"Dear, what a beautiful young lady. Too bad he's not the marrying type dear!" she said as she moved on. Sienna grinned. She was confident she knew him better than his mother but did not comment. He was as tense as he could be. 

His mother returned urgently, "Dylan, we weren't expecting you to bring company so there are no spare rooms," and turning to Sienna asked, "Do you mind dear sleeping with one of the bride's maids? Follow me." Dylan was more than happy to see Sienna not being as frustrated as he was, in fact he saw her enjoying all this messed up situation.

Dylan's sister was a replica of her mother. All of the family had the same arrogance in common where Dylan made giant efforts to be caring and get away from all that. She realized now the commitment issues he was having.

All women in the house were immersed into this wedding thing and the dresses and their makeup. Sienna was glad she had packed a book and some drawing pads. She also had to endure comments on Dylan and herself, how long had any of his girlfriends survived him and so on. Dylan heard a couple of those comments and the only thing keeping him from swearing or punching was Sienna's 'never mind' smile.

The wedding setting was beautiful and Dylan was bored to death. He stood waiting for the ceremony to begin, while desperately scanning the place for Sienna. When all women started coming, shortly before the bride, and took their places, Sienna was among them. He stood speechless for a moment; he had never seen her dressed up before. She had borrowed a long, light brown, slim dress matching her hair. She wore nothing else, no jewelry or make up and he caught the very essence of Sienna, at that exact time, being both airy and earthy.

He hurried to her as he saw she was kind of lost. Put his hand on the small of her back and stood there, not trying to take a seat. They stood during the whole ceremony speechless, each for his own reasons. Sienna felt grown up for the first time but somewhat scared and Dylan, well Dylan just wanted to take her out of there, as he hated ceremonies.

Once they were all guided to their tables, where the dinner was to be served, he whispered in her ear "Follow me" and they were at his car in no time. "Let's leave Sienna." 

She nodded yes, but asked "Our stuff?" 

"If there aren't any valuables, I don't care, leave them. They can send them later, for all I care." 

Sienna stopped him once more "Your sister's dress?" And pointed to the dress she was wearing. "She won't miss it," he answered and started the engine.

Back home, he didn't even turn on the lights when he unlocked the door. He took her in his arms and kissed her and took her dress off and felt her body "I've missed you so much, baby." 

He made love to her, he put all his new found feelings in their mating. "I wanna taste you sweetie, lay still" and went down on her, the first time he wanted to do that to a lady and wasn't actually asked to. He felt this familiar ache in his chest while he wanted to make her his, urgently. He whispered her name countless times before they finally slept together.

Dylan was giving in, in his feelings, little by little every day. Sienna was kissing him when he woke up and when he returned from work, before dinner and when he did something for her. In a month he was so used to her he couldn't remember what it was not to have her in his arms when he was home.

And yeah, he discovered new things in their lovemaking; Slow, rough, urgent, caring, half naked or even brutal. Sweating every time.

The fairytale lasted for four months and Dylan grew accustomed to using the word 'girlfriend' for Sienna. He even put his arm around her shoulders occasionally, when they went out shopping or to the movies. 

One sweaty night, when he was on top of her and he held her face tightly next to his, when they were coming together, he whispered in her ear "I love you, Sienna."

One day Dylan felt something that rang a bell in his mind. Lately, Sienna was way too absentminded and didn't run to kiss him like she used to. She never initiated sex anymore and accepted it reluctantly. Dylan would never ask her what was wrong, but he felt a sting and got angry over time. There was something on her mind and she shut Dylan out of it. 

A couple of weeks passed like that and one afternoon he decided to return earlier, take her out for a walk and open up the subject. He was proud of himself for the way he was handling it.

On the way home, he saw Sienna, his own Sienna, outside a fancy hotel, downtown, hugging a dark blond, tall guy, of about his age. They looked pretty intimate with each other and he was caring with her. A lot. He parked at the first opening he found and called her. "Hey."

"Hey, Dylan! Listen, do you have anything planned for tonight, because we need to talk."

Dylan put together the puzzle pieces. Her absentminded behavior, her lack of interest in him, the tall blond guy and her serious 'we need to talk' voice.

"Where are you Sienna?"

"Long story. I'm meeting an old friend."

Close to the truth, he thought and felt the ache in his chest multiply a million times. Betrayal.

She went on, "I have some things to tell you Dylan so..."

His voice, deep and sarcastic, broke her sentence.

"Don't bother Sienna. Go pick your stuff and leave. By midnight I'm planning to be home and I want you out. Understood?"

He remotely heard her voice "Dylan, babe, what's wrong?" as he was almost smashing the phone, pushing the decline button to the point of breaking the glass.

Sienna had no clue. She didn't know what to think and felt so numb. She didn't even want to think or rationalize anything. She picked up her stuff and made a few phone calls to make sure she had somewhere to stay for the night. She left her key inside the apartment and closed the door. 

Of course she wouldn't question Dylan, she wouldn't beg. He already knew that, he already knew her so well.

Almost two years later, in a somewhat business outing, Dylan run into Cassie. Cassie was with her fiancé and Dylan with yet another blonde.

"Cassie," he greeted her.

"Dylan," she retorted coldly, trying to avoid him.

"Hey, Cassie. What's up?"

Cassie had already turned her back to him. Awkwardness was spilled all around.

"You should know better than me, Dylan," she replied and turned her back once more.

Dylan wasn't a patient person. He excused himself and Cassie and took her to a more quiet part of the room.

"What's up, Cassie?"

"I expected more of a man out of you Dylan, that's all. You make your own choices, I can't judge you."

"I see. Sienna had her own version of the truth." Saying her name after two years, was painful.




One Day at a Time



"What version could there be, Dyl? It couldn't have been more... obvious," she said with full sarcasm.

"I'm losing you Cassie. You still take her side even though she cheated?"

"What? What? She never cheated, Dyl, it was always you. The baby is yours, you bastard."

The blood was draining from his face.

"What baby?"

"Why did you throw her out for Dylan? You found out about the baby and never wanted to take your responsibilities, at least not with a lady. Have to go Dylan."

He gripped her arm.

"Not yet Cassie. I honestly didn't know about the baby. God, what baby? I happened to see Sienna with a very um... caring man, all over her, outside a hotel and combined with her change in behavior the weeks before that, I assumed..."

"You mean her half-brother, Lucas? God, Dyl, did you ever let her explain? Did you ever ask? You are pathetic Dylan," and this time she went away, leaving him in the middle of the worst moment of his life.

No questions, he ditched the blonde, left the place and went for a long walk and a half packet of cigarettes.

He spent next week trying to trace her down. He even called Cassie and, as politely as he could, he demanded to see her. She finally agreed and they had a coffee on their lunch breaks.

"If I had been in such a love story Dylan, I wouldn't have just 'fired' my lover over assumptions."

He sat speechless. Another two years lost and he had only himself to blame.

"I wouldn't want to be in your shoes Dyl. She supports herself and the baby, your son, on her own. She doesn't care if it's difficult, hard at times. She's madly in love with that little boy. Do the math, Dyl. He's sixteen months old now."

Still speechless.

"And I'll tell you something she never will. Patrick, you remember Patrick? He kept in touch and is willing to come back and adopt the baby. He's pressing a lot and Sienna is so tired, I don't know how long she'll be up and going."

His head was spinning. He left some notes on the table and threw a sincere 'thank you' to Cassie. He left.

He took the next day off. Mumbled he had to redesign some exteriors and went to the neighborhood Cassie had mentioned Sienna and the boy lived.

He was into his seventh smoke when he saw a familiar figure. His heart beat rapidly. He dropped the cigarette and walked slowly to them. Her slim figure, even slimmer than he remembered, was holding a little boy in her arms and was talking to him. His little hands were playing with her hair, her wonderful hair, and they were both laughing.

He was thirty now and suddenly felt ready for all that in his life, but he had fucked up big time.

"Hello Sienna," he said in his low, manly voice.

Sienna knew who it was before she turned around. She instinctively held the baby on her chest tighter and felt her blood draining from her face.

His eyes caressed her face and the baby's.

"Can I hold him?" She knew instantly he already knew. With careful movements she handed him to Dylan but kept a hand on the baby's back, just in case. When Dylan felt comfortable, he said softly, "I got him" and there he was, in his arms.

Sienna turned her head slightly away to hide her tears. She couldn't ever hate Dylan, he was right when he told her that she was his. But then again, she felt he had broken her.

"What's his name?" He asked even more quietly, smiling at his son.

"I call him Daniel, I wanted him to have a name starting with a D, like his father."

He didn't say a word. He was too scared he would ruin a moment like this.

Little Daniel looked into Dylan's eyes questioningly and Sienna explained "He's drawn into your voice."

"He's got my eyes Sienna."

"Yeah, he sure does."

He didn't make any remark about her tear streaked face. The whole scene was overwhelming for him too.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?"

"Well, he has to eat and rest in an hour and I'll work while he sleeps. Then it's play time with Daniel and chores to do when he eats and goes to bed for the night."

"Is there any room for me?"

"Dylan..." She bit her lip. "What made you change your mind about the baby?"

"I didn't know you were pregnant Sienna. I thought you were cheating on me."

Her face flushed bright red. She took Daniel back in her arms but Dylan noticed her hands were shaking.

"I'm so angry at you Dylan, you're lucky I'm holding Daniel. I would really like to punch you a thousand times right now, until my hands bleed." She let her tears flow freely and went on, "God, Dylan... Whatever made you think of that? Why the hell didn't you ask me?" A million questions rose, but baby Daniel started crying too, seeing his mom in such a distress.

"Let me have him. I'll follow you home," he said softly, taking Daniel again in his arms.

Sienna gave up. She walked up to their apartment, in a nearby complex. The apartment was small but cheerful.

Sienna began preparing Daniel's routine with a steady flow of angry tears. When Daniel was asleep, Dylan approached her.

"I can't find words to say how sorry I am. I can't believe anyone has hated me the way I hate myself right now."

He touched her hand and kept it tight in his.

When she steadied her breaths she said "I don't hate you Dylan."

He wanted to tell her he'd give her all the help she needed but was too afraid of her answer. He had to take it slowly.

"Please, can I stay until he sleeps? Can I see him again?"

"Sure Dylan, he's yours. Whenever you want. Just let me know beforehand... He's still quite attached to his routine..."

They stayed speechless, each fighting their own demons. Her hand was still tightly wrapped in his.

She rose after a while. "I have to wake him up" and Dylan saw her young face turned serious and responsible, practically a baby taking care of another baby. He saw the girl he knew and the woman she was becoming. She had lost weight and looked tired, but in his eyes there hadn't been more loving. Yeah, he truly had fucked up big time.

"I love you Sienna," he heard his heart scream, "I love you and Daniel."



One Day at Band Camp



August 1

Dear Marilyn,

Here I am at Summer Band Camp, and it looks like a really bitchin' place. There are some real hunks here, especially one guy who plays the saxophone. I saw him pucker up his lips to start playing, and I imagined him kissing me, first on the mouth and then on my boobs and then working his way down to my pussy. Gosh, I get horny just thinking about what it will be like when I get him out to the woods by ourselves. Anyhow, gotta go. 

Steffi

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August 2

Dear Marilyn, 

Today at Summer Band Camp, I found out what the saxophone player's name is. It's Lancelot, like the knight of the Round Table, and he's 18 years old, the same as you and I are. I hope he wants to make me his fair lady. Ha ha. Anyhow, he's tall and and broad shouldered and has dark curly hair and is really hot. Tomorrow, I'm going to wear my tightest sweater and no bra, and put the moves on him. This is really going to be the greatest. I hope he's really hung. Okay, it's bed time. I like more privacy than we've got here in the tent when I'm with a guy, but I know there's plenty of bushes and soft grass just a little ways away. Good night. 

Steffi

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August 3 

Dear Marilyn, 

Well, I tried to put the moves on old Sexy Saxy today, and it did no damn good. I pressed up against him and squashed my boobies against his arm, and you know what he did? He said "Oh, excuse me, Miss." Like he couldn't feel that my nips against his arm were hard as pebbles. Then he moved a long way away from me, and before I could catch up with him, we all had to get to our places. My place is with my legs around his head or hips or with his big, stiff cock in my mouth, and he's gonna find that out tomorrow. Okay, bed time, all by myself again, damn it. 

Steffi

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August 4

Dear Marilyn, 

I don't know what the hell is wrong with this Lancelot guy! Today I grabbed him from behind and mashed my boobies against him and even reached down to start playing with his cock. It was hard, so I knew he was interested, and it felt big and thick, just what I needed for my hot, wet pussy. All he could think of doing was apologizing for being so clumsy, and then he ran away from me. Maybe I'm being too subtle. I know some guys want the girl to be aggressive, and maybe he's one of those, so I might try that tomorrow. I hope I can sleep tonight. I'm so horny, I don't know what to do, except try to get Lance to show the interest I know he's feeling. Dam, his cock felt good to my hands. I know it would feel a lot better in my pussy or mouth. Good night again, but I don't know what the hell's good about it. 

Steffi

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August 5

Dear Marilyn,

Today at Summer Band Camp was the worst. I snuck up behind old Fancy Lancy and grabbed his hand and pressed it against my booby. "How do you like this?" I said. Do you know what he said then? He said he thought the fabric felt good, but wool might be too hot for that day. I told him he was right, and peeled it off but, but the time I got it pulled off over my head, I didn't see him anywhere. I saw a few other people staring at my boobies, but I put the sweater back on and told them to mind their own business. My god, I've never been this horny. It's bed time again, and I'm so fucking hot to trot, I don't know why I should even go to bed, because I know I won't be able to sleep a wink. 

Steffi

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August 6

Dear Marilyn,

Today at Summer Band Camp, I found out what's wrong with Lancelot. I cornered him in the mess tent and asked him what was wrong with him that he didn't want to fuck me, using just those words. I wanted to make sure he knew what I wanted. I had him pinned against the corner of the tent and I had his cock in one hand while I asked him. I could feel it through his pants, and it was big and hard and I really wanted it, and I know he wanted to fuck too, whether he knew it or not. 

He told me he was a divinity student, and had taken an oath of chastity and was saving himself for marriage. Just think about that. He's a virgin, for Christ's sake. (That's a pun.) What a waste, a guy that looks like that and is hung like that and he's a virgin. 

Now I'm horny and pissed off, and I know I won't be able to sleep, but it's lights out, and we have to go to bed. 

Steffi

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August 7

Dear Marilyn,

This is our last day at Summer Band Camp, and I took care of my own self this morning. I told you I started playing the flute because it reminded me so much of a hard cock, and it does, but it's like a hard on in another way too. I saw the sexy cherry boy today, and got so horny, especially knowing he was off limits to me or any other girl, I went out to the woods and stuck my flute in my pussy and started ramming it in and out. It felt a whole lot better than I thought it would, especially when the holes were rubbing on my clit, and I came like mad. Don't tell anybody about that, because they'll just make fun of me. I hope you can get George Boxlicker to meet me when I get off the bus tomorrow, because I'll need something like his tongue to get me back to feeling good about myself. 

Steffi

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One Day at School



At school, I always have long breaks in between classes and I often spend them in my car doing school work or whatever and I love to have the windows down so my car gets a nice cross breeze. One day I was in my car catching up on homework during a 2 hour break when a flashy cherry red sports car pulls into a parking spot an aisle over from me. The car was parked facing me and I could see that the guy was very attractive. I couldn’t see that much detail but I saw blonde spikey hair, which is a big turn on for me. I noticed him staring at me and I’m not all that outgoing so I was a bit embarrassed. I put my work away and closed my eyes pretending to fall asleep. After about 10 minutes I opened my eyes just in time to see him getting out of his car.

I watched him intently and realized he was on his way to my car. I glanced down to adjust my skirt when I noticed my breast had slipped out of my plunging v-neck shirt. Half of my nipple was exposed but I had no time to fix it he was almost right beside me. He walked over to the driver’s side window of my car and whispered, "hey… you awake?" I didn’t respond. I wanted to see what he was up to. He noticed my exposed breast and bent down to pull my shirt up for me. His fingers were cold and as they brushed against my nipple I gasped. He looked around seeing no one and then back down at me as he gently slid his hand down my shirt. His hand felt so good. I moaned slightly as he massaged my left breast. 

My hair had fallen into a place where I could open one eye and peek through my curls at him and not be detected. He was even cuter than I thought. His deep green eyes were fixated on my creamy flesh as he pinched my nipple. I cried out in pleasure as my hair fell and he saw me looking at him. Embarrassed, he drew back and started to walk away. I told him not to go. He turned back as I glanced around to make sure no one was around. I lifted my shirt over my head and exposed my bare chest for him to take an eye full. His eyebrows curved upwards as he walked back. He leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. A passionate kiss that could only lead to one thing.

I unlocked the rear door so he could get in. I hopped over the seats into the backseat and landed on my back as he climbed ontop of me. "I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you" he whispered. I opened my legs invitingly as his hand slid up my thigh and began rubbing my swollen clit under my already soaked panties. I peeled his shirt off as he slid my panties off and licked my neck.

He began to unbutton his pants as I told him he wasn’t done yet. I pushed his head downward to my waiting pussy. He knew exactly what I wanted and began licking and poking at my hole. I looked out the window and there was a boy standing, watching us. When he saw me looking at him he smiled. I waved and then flipped him off with a sarcastic smile. He walked away bright red. I went back to enjoying myself as this mystery boy licked and sucked my clit until I exploded in orgasm.

He gave one last flick of the tongue and looked up at me. He could tell I wanted to be fucked. I ordered him to remove his pants and he did as he was told. He stuck the head of his dick on my opening and spread my juices around to ensure lubrication as he slid into me. His cock was huge. I felt like I was being ripped in half. He started slowly at first because I was wincing in pain and asked me if I was ok. I nodded yes and told him to fuck me harder. He began slamming his thick cock into my tight hole. I clung to his back digging my fingernails into his flesh making him bleed as I screamed in pleasure.

My body convulsed as I exploded in orgasm after orgasm I must have had 4 in a row. He announced he was cumming and slammed his cock in me one last time and spewed into my now tired pussy. He collapsed on top of me as our breath slowed down and out bodies relaxed. We put our clothes back on as he glanced at his watch. He let me know he had a class in 5 minutes but he wanted to exchange phone numbers. We did and I found out his name was James. He told me he would definitely be calling me. He kissed me passionately, smacked my ass and walked off with a smile. 

He did call me a few days later and we scheduled another rendezvous this time at a little less risky place… his house.



One Day at the Gym



We were at the gym me my hubby and my friend Elle. He has a key so we had the place to ourselves. He came in with intentions. He was doing his best to bring up sex and being his playfully flirtatious self. He got her to flash him but then he went and worked out. We did squats (ouch they suck) and then walked to the back area, she uses one of the machines back there. I was sitting on a bench and she went and set her stuff down. When she walked past me I grabbed her and pulled her shirt down and nibbled on her nipples. 

She said "you can't make the first move I guess I'll have to make the second" and sat down facing me (we were both straddling the bench) and kissed me. We sat there making out for a bit talking in between. 

My hubby walked back and said "yeah y'all are working out huh."

We both sarcastically replied "yes."

He said "y'all aren't naked, useless," and walked back up front.

I stood up and grabbed her hand and we went to the changing room. I pulled her shirt off and commented on how cute her bra was and slid my hand to her back to unfasten it she hates when I unhook her bra. She took my shirt off and I unhooked my bra complaining about its lack of cuteness. I pulled my pants off slowly for her benefit. Only once I was totally naked I realized I didn't want to lie on the floor so I ran out naked and grabbed a mat to put on the floor. I walked back in and threw it down we kissed for a moment. 

She told me "lay down," so I did as told. 

She ran her finger across my pussy and then slowly pushed her tongue against my clit parting my pussy with her hand. Licking all of me and then focusing her attention to my clit I'm so easy I came fast but she kept going. I didn't stop her. 

After I came a few times I grabbed her and said "It's your turn."

As I moved I felt the wet spot I had left behind. I pulled her pants off her panties matched the bra I had already removed. She got a text from her husband a picture of the down town area of the town we live in in 1800 something she responded and then laid down. I kissed across her thighs and kissed her pussy, smelled her intoxicating scent. Just as I put my tongue to her he called. He called because he hadn't gotten her response text. We were sitting on the floor while she was on the phone (no he doesn't know). I ran my hands across her thighs and to her pussy. She laughed because he told her "ok I'll let you get back to what you are doing."

She looked at me with those eyes, damn those eyes and said "Well he gave me permission." we laughed and I pushed her back down.

I started to trace the alphabet on her clit with my tongue she moaned with each one liking some better than others (she didn't know what I was doing) but got loud when I got to z. I continued with that motion as she got louder and came leaving her own mark on the mat, it's kind of hot too to know people are going to be working out on it. We were sitting there in naked post orgasmic bliss and then my hubby flings the door open and said "Damn I thought y'all would be doing something." 

We told him "Your too late we are done."

He dropped his towel (he had taken a shower) I leaned in to kiss her and he went behind her and kissed her neck while I moved down to her nipples. 

She said "Come-on your hubby wants attention." 

He moved to the side of us and I grabbed his cock taking him down my throat for a moment then she took over and back to me and so on for a bit then kissing with his cock between our mouths. He laid her down to taste her she motioned for me to lay next to her we kissed and she fingered me a moment till she couldn't hold focus and I quietly asked him where he had put his condoms and went to get them.

She got off and then he put on his condom and laid down she rode him for a bit. She looks so good like that. He mouthed to me" I love you." (He always loves me when there is another girl on his cock) Once she had had her fill of him he bent me over and fucked me. It was kind of awkward the bench I was leaning on was not stable. 

He put on another condom and laid her down on her back. I kissed her and sucked her nipples while he fucked her, looking at them both listening to their noises. I love to watch my husband with another woman. Seeing his pleasure and the pleasure he is giving her is amazing. I watch as I see him push into her breathing "I'm gonna cum," while looking at her then looking to me with a smile. Once we were all done we got dressed and put the mat up she used her gym towel to wipe up a bit and tossed it into the lost and found bin we debated if anyone would notice got dressed and left ........I have the best friends.



One Day at the Office Pt. 01



One Day At The Office

By Sally Slut (ok, I have borrowed a bit here and there...)

Sitting at my desk at the office, trying to focus on anything remotely job-related. Yeah, right, like that's going to happen.

It's all but impossible, my thoughts are all about you, about last night, oh my god, I had no idea, never before. It was so intense, so passionate, I am a different girl now, you have changed me, in a single night.

I can't even sit still for God's sake, I get up and check myself in the bathroom mirror time and again, perfecting my makeup, making sure every curl is in the right position. I want to look perfect, I want to look the way I feel, beautiful, sexual, alive.

For you.

Not that you will come and see me at the office, you do not even know where I work, but what if you came through that door right now? Just the thought of it makes me all warm.

Does it show? Can people tell I was fucked breathless last night? It has to show, it has to be obvious to anyone that anyone with eyes. And I have received a couple of curious glances. That guy in the elevator that almost seems to be waiting for me there, he is always checking me out and doing a lousy job of trying to make it look like he is not, and me trying not to notice, didn't he look at me in a special way this morning? And the other girls here, surely they can tell.

Sounds I have never heard before, like the sexy rustling of my stay-ups every time I change position. You told me stockings and high heels are a must for a woman, a sexy woman. I totally understand what you mean, I can see it through your eyes. No more pantyhose, no more baggy pants for this girl.

Sitting with my legs crossed, the shoe dangling off my foot, removing and entering my foot into it, having seen it in movies, not until now realizing that men find it sexy. When we sit our legs are quite useless, except for showing off. I am showing off now, wanting every man to look at me, desire me, thinking about having passionate sex with me.

Suddenly the phone rings and I am forced to wake up from my wet day dream, is it you? Just one word and I promise I would leave everything right away and run to you. To your strong arms. To your overpowering eyes.

But no. It is my boss, wanting to discuss something I have been working on, something that should be ready soon, omg, was it today?

I scurry to his room, clip-clopping on the hard floor, quickly but gracefully, stopping in front of him at his desk. He is looking busy, powerful, sexy. Sexy? Oh no, where did that come from? What is happening to me? He is my boss, much older than me, like my father I guess, 40, 50 something, slightly over-weight. Sexy? Attractive? Not yesterday and not any other day before that. But today, yes.

He takes a long look at me. Surely he can see it. He is experienced, he knows what effect he has on women, used to get what he wants. He can see right through me. Why has he never made a move on me? I have never looked at him this way before, I wonder if his cock is as long and thick as yours. Standing straight and proud, hard like rock, exuding power. What if he asked me right now to go down on my knees and blow him...

Oh god, what am I thinking? That is totally inappropriate, in every way. Focus Sally, focus! I am not that kind of girl.

"Presentation", "PowerPoint", "important customer", "tomorrow". I believe I get it. He gets silent and I try with a "Yes Sir". He is a "Sir". My boss, my superior. Definitely a Sir.

"Are you quite alright there, Sally? You seem distracted."

"Yes, Sir, I am fine thank you."

He returns to his computer screen. I prepare to leave.

"One more thing, Sally."

"Yes, Sir?"

There it is again. I just can't get enough of that word. How can a word be sexy?

"You look different today, dear. Very...professional. You set a good example for the other assistants."

--

It starts immediately as soon as I sit down again, a warm, tingling pulsation of my clit, slowly building, to the point of frustration, to the point where I have trouble thinking about anything other than my desire to be filled.

I slip a finger downstairs, I have to find out, yes, it is true, there is dampness, I did not just imagine it, my juices are flowing, oh god, what is wrong with me? I am not like that, I am a good girl, at least I was before last night, I am not so sure anymore. Maybe I am just a slut after all.

After a while I can't think about anything but sex. Every word, every phrase sets my imagination going. The constant pulsing becomes stronger, impossible to ignore. The itch has become an ache. There is no relief. What have you done to me?

My breasts seem to want to burst out through my clothes. It is ridiculous. I need to get out of this stupid blouse and bra. I need someone to fondle my babies right now. My big, perfectly round boobs, the center of the world for most boys in high school. Now I desperately need someone to knead them, mold them, squeeze them real hard with strong but gentle hands. Someone like you.

Suddenly I remember seeing a stupid porn movie. The poor girl's nipples were pinched real hard, held tight between the evil man's fingers. Then pulled at, incredibly vulgar, stretching the breasts out, even jiggling them slowly up and down, as if they were nothing but a plaything. If you were here I would beg you to do that to me. I want to be your plaything, your sex toy...

"Sally, please join me in the conference room."

--- END of part 1 --

Please, please, please let me know what you think! Is there hope for me or is it total crap? Would you like to read more?



One Day at the Office Pt. 02



Again I am abruptly interrupted. I do not want to go to some stupid conference room, not now. I don't want to go anywhere, don't want to do anything. I just want to think of you, of last night.

Last night, you and me, desperately horny, all over each other already in the taxi, tongues deep in each other's mouths, your hands everywhere on my body. Before I knew what happened my breasts were in your hands, naked, in full view of the driver, I saw his glaring eyes in the mirror, dirty old man, he really enjoyed watching my young firm boobs being squeezed and kneaded. Embarrassed, I know I should have stopped you, I should have been fighting for my dignity. But I couldn't, I wanted you so much, more than I have ever wanted anyone or anything. Let the stupid driver watch, let the whole world watch, what do I care.

Your hand went under my skirt, quickly sliding up between my thighs, I even moved my legs apart a little to make it easier for you, and you went all the way up to my panties, cupping my aching pussy, feeling the dampness, running a finger between my lips.

I remember you almost carrying me over the threshold, into the kitchen, practically throwing me on the kitchen table, head first, telling me harshly to bend over, head down, ass up, no time to lose. No one has treated me like this before, like a piece of meat, brutal, caveman style. And I loved it, I can't believe I loved it.

There is no time to undress, you just lift my skirt, pull my panties down with a single yank. Your hands force my ass cheeks apart, exposing me totally, my most intimate parts on display, obscenely. One finger gliding slowly from my pussy to my ass hole, inspecting me, testing me, making sure I am ready, worthy. I'm moaning of pleasure, of anticipation, pleading - take me, for god's sake fuck me!

Then your cock enters, oh my fucking god, no hesitation, no consideration, just one hard thrust and you're fully inside me. All the way to the bottom. Yes! Yes! Jesus, yes! This is what I want! I want your cock inside me for ever. It's like you're touching every nerve in my body. I'm screaming of pleasure. Your cock withdraws, only to enter again, with full force. And again, and again, and again. You're so fucking big, I can't believe how good you feel inside me, deep inside me, filling me up completely, like the missing piece finally in place. You're pounding me hard for a long, long time, mercilessly, like you own me, like there is no tomorrow. This is how it must be.

My fingers grasp for the table edges, I have to hold on to something, you're so strong, pounding me from behind like a madman, like a machine, on and on and on and on. Fucking like animals, like dogs. A steady rhythm as if someone is beating on a large drum, forcing my heart to adjust to its pulse.

You don't stop pumping, not for a second. Instead you speed up, I can feel you're getting closer, soon you will be there, the magic moment, the inevitable explosion. And yes, there it is, the orgasm overwhelms us, you spray my pussy with your cum, wave after wave, I can feel it, I'm sharing it, we are one.

Next thing I remember I'm standing in the stairwell, outside your closed door, still panting, half naked, your cum slowly dripping out of my still throbbing pussy, trying to comprehend what just happened, trying to put my bra back on while balancing my panties on my foot. Did you really throw me out as soon as you were done with me, as if I was some kind of cheap whore?

"Sally! Are you there?"

My boss brings me back to reality yet again. He puts his hand on my arm, brushing it gently.

"Sally, I have decided that you will hold the presentation tomorrow. I have faith in you. You're a charming girl and I think you should be working closely with our customers. There will mostly be men of course, and obviously they prefer looking at a young pretty thing like yourself. It makes them loosen up, puts them in a good mood. I know what I'm talking about. Naturally, I will be there to answer any questions."

"Me? Tomorrow? Really, Sir?"

"Yes Sally. Really. Now from the top please."

Somehow I managed to compose myself enough to read through the entire presentation without too many hiccups.

"Not bad at all, Sally. I was right all along. You're a natural."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Just a few remarks. Your skirt should be shorter, let's say two inches. Can you fix that for tomorrow?"

"What? Yes, yes, of course."

His hand is suddenly on the small of my back, resting there for just a few seconds before moving down, landing firmly on my butt. It's kind of nice and immediately I start thinking about you, your touch. I smile.

"And be sure to put on a bit more of that lipstick. Now run along, dear."

--

I can't believe it's not more than lunch time. It's the longest day ever. And not a word from you. The other three girls are already waiting for me to grab my purse and join them. Anna is quickly becoming my best friend, she is always happy it seems, her big boobs bouncing up and down when she laughs, which she does a lot. She took me to the club yesterday, where I met you. A small, dark club, with a fabulous dance floor. Of course I never pay to get into clubs but this was the first time I actually got paid, and just for dancing for a few hours! I love dancing, becoming one with the rhythm, 

love learning new moves and showing them off. Anna is smiling mischievously, she knows I left the club with you, she can probably guess the rest. I notice she looks really hot in her tight black leather skirt and matching ankle boots. Sam with her marvelous mahogany hair and Jasmine with her tight little body are looking really smart too. I am so proud to be with them, be one of them.

It goes without saying that elevator guy is there, his ability to pick the right elevator at the right time is simply amazing. This time I feel naughty and decide to take our game a little further, provoke him, tease him, give the poor guy a little taste of what is available. When the four of us get in it becomes rather crowded, I move in close to him, really close, almost touching, giving him a quick, coy glance. I can hear his breath speeding up as I delicately push my belly into his groin. Oh yes, he knows what is going on, the sexual tension fills him, I can feel it. I can feel him growing too, I pretend not noticing, playing our little game, feeling naughtier than ever before. I think about going even further, I'm so horny, I want to touch it, I want to know how big and hard he can get, I want to make him explode right here in the elevator, but at the last minute I decide against it, this is not the time and place after all, maybe next time...

The owner of the salad bar welcomes us, hugs all of us like we are long-lost friends, eats us with his eyes, gives us our regular table in the center. Everything is on the house for us, of course, four stunning young women, how can it be different, we are like celebrities, super stars, there is nothing better to attract customers and he knows it.

A beep, a message, it's from you, oh my god. Tomorrow, 11, the club, be there.



One Day At Work



I come in one afternoon to surprise you at work. I walk in and ask for you. The person at the front desk leads me back to where you are... You look up from your desk and smile, hoping that I will go through with what I had told you in an email; happy that I am there, but unsure of what will follow. You stand up slowly and stretch because you've been sitting down a while, then you walk over and embrace me in a hug. I hug you back, pressing my body fully against yours and rest my head on your chest. 

When no one is looking, I reach downwards and grab your ass causing you to press forward into me with surprise. I can feel your cock starting to grow, the result of either thinking about what I might do to you later that day, having your body pressed intimately against mine, or both. You grab my hand and lead me over to your desk where you sit down and ask me how my trip was. While we are talking, the other people leave the room to go on their lunch breaks. You ask if I would like to go somewhere for lunch and I reply "No, what I'd like is right here."

With that, I kneel down in front of you and remove your shoes. I lift your foot up and gently massage your feet and then nibble on your toes, taking the large one in my mouth and teasing it like it's a miniature cock. I begin moving up your legs, placing tiny kisses all over. I reach the top of your legs and begin to fondle your rock hard dick through your pants while you moan and encourage me on. I slide your zipper downwards, slowly, taunting you with what I know you want; your hard cock in my mouth. 

The zipper is down now and I reach in and carefully withdraw your cock from your boxers. It is twitching and anxious to be given release from the sexual frustration you're feeling right now. I lean over and lick the tip of you, teasing, yet promising you that I will continue. Your hips lurch towards me and your hands wrap around my hair and pull me closer to your gorgeous cock. I now take you fully into my mouth, closing my lips over you with the perfect amount of pressure and begin to move my head up and down. You can feel the suction of my mouth and the sensual slide of my tongue ring. 

Occasionally, you feel the top of my tongue ring brush the underside of your cock. You can feel your excitement mounting and your cum is rising in your balls, begging to be released. Anxious to be of assistance, I move faster and faster... You're moaning now and can't sit still. You're hips are thrusting upwards, fucking my greedy little mouth. 

All of a sudden you stiffen and I can feel the gobs of cum spurting into my mouth. I keep you in my mouth until you come down from that wonderful high you attained. I place you back in your boxers and rearrange your clothes and sit in your lap. 

We kiss softly and you tell me how good it was for you. Just then the rest of your coworkers get back from lunch and are wondering why we both are sitting there with silly little grins on our faces. *wink*



One Day At Work



It happened again today. Sandy asked me into her office. She asked, "if I thought about that day in the stock room?"

"Sure I do Sandy almost every night. Why do you ask?" 

"Well I wanted to know if you would do it again?"

I could not believe it she wanted me again. I was not bound to say no to her. she was stunning today. Dressed like a schoolteacher. White button-up shirt and a floor length red skirt. I could not tell what kind of panties and bra she had on if any. 

"We can not do it here no matter how much I want you. We have to be a little more discreet about this."

We have a conference call with a customer this afternoon I thought.

"Let me handle it the surprise will be better for you." I told her.

The day went on and she was more touchy than normal. 

Then the call came. Sandy came to my desk "time for the conference call." We went to the conference room. I pulled the blinds and locked the door. Sandy did not notice me do this. Earlier I called the office manager and reset our reservation for the room two more hours. 

Instead of sitting across from her I sat down right next to her. She smiled and hit the speakerphone. We greeted the customer. The meeting was going fine. Then I decided to make my move. I put my hand on her leg she looked at he and smiled. I slowly rubbed her leg. Slowly raising her skirt. She slid her perfect ass up on the seat. She still had to talk to the customer. My plan was to make her cum before we got off the call. I had one edge of her skirt all the way up to mid thy. She was wearing stockings not pantyhose because I could see the top of them. 

"What are you doing we have customer on the phone?" She asked after muting the phone.

I kissed her and whispered to her "I am going to make you cum before this call is over and you can not stop me. Just think of something else and try not to. You will love it trust me."

With that I un-muted the phone." Sorry about there was something we had to handle." The customer said that they understood. Right like they knew I had my hand up my bosses skirt sure. Sandy started to do the presentation. I slipped my hand up her skirt. To my surprise she spread her legs. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. I could feel the moistness in her panties. They where shear lace panties I could feel her skin through them. I started to tub her pussy lips slowly in circles pressing ever so slightly. I could see her taking a deeper breaths and her yes where closed. She was still talking. I was imp rest at her control. I decided to take it to the next level I slipped her panties aside a slowly slip my middle finger into her two knuckles deep. I wiggled my finger around as I pulled it in and out of her. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair. Her knuckles went white and her legs stiffened. She was cumming I could feel her muscles constricting and there was a light whimper that escaped her lips.

"Sandy what was that last thing you said?" the customer said. 

"She wanted me to handle the rest of your questions." I told them.

As I was dealing with them and their questions Sandy regained her composure. I guess she decided that it was her turn. 

She interrupted "Gentlemen I have take care of some things so I will leave in has hands." 

I pick the headpiece to the phone. Sandy did not leave the office. She wrote on a sheet of paper "MY TURN"

I smiled and winked mouthed " go ahead try."

With that she did. She knelt down in front of me and slowly undid my belt and slowly pulled it from the loops of my pants and set it on the floor. I smiled and answered the customer's questions. She undid the button of my fly. Slowly she pulled my zipper down I was starting to get hard. She could she the bulge in my briefs she started to pull my pants down. I looked at her at smiled and stood up. She pulled my pants down to my ankles. She quickly grabbed my briefs and pulled them down. My 6" prick sprung out. I sat back down not missing a beat with the customer. She started to play with my dick. Massaging it and licking it I wanted her to put me in her mouth. She didn't though she was happy to play with it more. I was finding difficult to answer the customer's questions. "Gentlemen pardon me but someone is at the door." With that I muted the phone and look at Sandy. She looked up at me and smiled. "What's wrong you can't take it?" 

"No dear I can take you doing that all day. You will have to do better then that to distract me." I smiled back at her and un-muted the phone. "Sorry gentlemen where were we. The locations that you have chosen are established sites" I looked down at Sandy and winked. Then she pushed it to the next level taking my full length into her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and wet I almost came right then. She started to suck and bob her head up and down on my dick. I could only last a few more minutes. Lucky for me I was ending the call. Now I wanted her. I wanted to be in her. Then I came my jizz filling her mouth. I was shocked again when she swallowed all of it in one gulp. 

" You made it. I could have sworn I had you there when I started. That always works on my husband." 

"Know that my be sweetheart, but he would not be still hard and planning to fuck you like I am" 

She stood up " and how is that." 

"Throu those sheer lace panties of yours. Just like you where a virgin again." I told her. 

"But my husband gave me these." She protested.

" Now if your husband was taking care of you. You wouldn't have me in your mouth and swallowing my cum." I said as I pulled her skirt up. 

She just nodded yes and kissed me. I picked her and sat her on the conference table. She spread her legs "I want you in me I want to feel you cum in me. Please fuck me." She purred. 

With that I step up to her and kissed her. She guided my dick to her covered pussy. The head of my dick slid on her panties I pressed then into her panty-clad pussy. It made it even tighter. Then the panties stop giving. I started to push harder. Then the sound of the lace ripping Sandy gasped a pulled me tight to her. "Oh it feels like the first time. Minuses the pain God it is so good." 

I started to pump her. I pumped faster I could see her breast bounced under her shirt. 

" Sandy you know I think your perfect. Everything the right size and so tight." Just then I felt her musicals clinched. 

"I can not take any more. Please are you even close. I have never been fucked like this before." she panted. I was still pumping away in her. She came four more times in the hour that I was fucking her. Then I came Sandy screamed in pleasure. 

"That was the best that I have ever had. You are single damn their lose my gain" 

It was well after 6 when we left the conference room. I went back to my desk there was a note on it. "I know what you two where doing. I will not say any thing about it and did not leave Sandy a note. I even covered for you two when her husband called. I just want you to do that to me next." It was from the hot Asian office manager. I think I am starting to love my job.



One Day, But Not Tonight



Calvin loved his job. He was the owner of Top Choice Janitorial Service and he worked the Tech One Building for a dozen years. Thursday nights were his favorites because; he had the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Natasha Crawford's curvaceous body, when she routinely came in to monitor the network servers. 

I just know Mr. Crawford isn't stroking her right, Calvin thought as he watched Natasha set her coffee cup down and press her security badge against the keypad to gain entrance to the ground-floor lobby. 

"How are you doing, Calvin?" Natasha asked as she put her access badge into her coco brown calfskin Piquadro laptop briefcase. 

He put his feather duster in the back pocket of his navy blue uniform pants and grinned. "I'm doing fine now that you're here." 

"You've fed me that line for over three years now. When are you going to come up with a new one?" 

"Just as soon as you stop looking so damn good." 

"Watch it. That's borderline sexual harassment." Natasha self-consciously pulled closed her Dolce & Gabbana hip length black with a camel pinstripe suit jacket. She could feel Calvin's coffee brown eyes travel over her bountiful breasts. 

"Borderline? I must be slippin'. Usually you threaten to at least call security." 

"If you didn't keep this place so spotless, I would've had you and your company fired a long time ago." 

He looked into her glacier-blue eyes once more before she walked past him toward the elevators to the basement. He thought to say something else smart but decided against it. It took nearly a year before he was able to get more than a simple hello out of her. She wasn't the finest woman in the building, but she was one of the few he wanted and hadn't fucked yet. He found most of the stuck-up executive women he worked with were freaks on the down-low. His basement office had doubled as a mini motel to quite a few horny female executives of all sizes, shapes, and nationalities. 

Since the Tech One Building was a relatively small office building in midtown Atlanta, Calvin only needed a three-person janitorial staff; one for each floor. Being the owner, he always worked the ground floor and basement. He usually worked days; working nights only when he knew Natasha was scheduled to come in. At night the building was a ghost town. The only living soul there was the silver-haired security guard named Teddy who worked the graveyard shift. 

*** 

Natasha used her access code and entered the server room. She placed her laptop bag on the main console and logged into the mainframe. On top of the console were two monitors. One gave a view of the hallway outside the server room and the other a view of the security guard desk. Six other monitors displayed detailed information on the status of the humming servers. 

"Wake up, babies, Mommy's here," she said to herself. She removed her jacket and hung it up next to her smock on the black metal coat rack in the corner. She put on her white smock and checked the wall-mounted thermostat. The server room was the normal sixty-seven degrees. She slipped out of her Black Jimmy Choo pumps and into her well-worn Sea blue Finn Comfort "Soho" sneakers, which sat beneath the coat rack. 

"Fuck! I must have left my coffee cup in my car," Natasha thought as she sat her firm round ass in her ergonomic black leather chair. "I should ask Calvin to get if for me," She smiled at the thought. Even though she dared not to admit it, she wanted to give in and get some of that black cock. She'd heard the rumors about how freaky and well equipped he was. Being the guarded person that she was she didn't want to be added to the rumor mill. 

Natasha heard the click of her automatic coffee machine as it began brewing. Teddy always made sure to set it up for her on the nights she was scheduled to come in. "Mmmm, that smells so good. Maybe I can get Teddy to get my cup for me," she said as she drew the hazelnut aroma into her nostrils. Natasha glanced at the console and saw the intercom button labeled with Teddy's name. Just as she was about to push it, she looked at the monitor and saw him walking away, putting on his cap. He was going to make his scheduled rounds. 

"Oh hell. He's going to be gone for at least an hour." Her caffeine demons demanded to be fed. She looked at the phone and saw the word "Janitor" labeled as the fifth button on the speed dial list. If she pushed it, it would ring Calvin's basement office. If she got no answer there, it would automatically forward to his cell phone. "What's the worst that could happen? He would come down here and give me his man meat along with my coffee cup?" A sudden throb of her clit told what she'd been denying for three years now. She wanted Calvin's black cock in the worst way. 

*** 

"How the hell did they get sunflower seed shells on top of the refrigerator?" Calvin wondered as he wiped down the stainless steel fridge in the employee lounge. Next to the sink he picked up a used Styrofoam cup that had lipstick stains on the rim. The lipstick was a similar color to that Natasha wore. 

Natasha! 

Just the thought of her a floor beneath him began the running of blood to his sleeping cock. Her sexy curves flipped his switch. He didn't care for the model stick figure type of woman. Calvin liked his woman with some curves. Natasha certainly fit the criteria. At about 5'6" and nice and thick in all the right places, she was right in his sexual wheelhouse. As stiff as she always appeared to be, he knew she wasn't getting the "good stuff" on a regular basis. He would split that tight peach wide-open right here if he could. His throbbing hard dick agreed. 

*** 

To take her mind off of raping Calvin, Natasha plugged her laptop into the console and began her automatic antivirus update of the network. The mere act of pushing her plug into the console-networking jack made her moist. She felt her bubble gum pink nipples grow to the size of gumdrops. "Maybe I should've fucked Sheldon before I left home," she thought as she let her hand fall in her lap. "On second thought, I need a longer deeper stroke." After fourteen years of marriage, Sheldon had become a two-minute lover with the same old moves and completely inattentive to her needs. No matter how many times she suggested a new move or a new position, he reverted back to his old boring ways. A sigh escaped her as she rubbed her neglected clit through her thin wool Dolce & Gabbana pants. 

*** 

After leaving the employee lounge, Calvin went to empty the trashcans in the visitor's area. He passed Teddy's empty desk and absently rubbed the countertop to check for dust. He found none. He made sure his access badge was clipped to his retractable key ring before opening the bulletproof double doors that led to the visitor's area. He pushed his rolling cleaning cart through the doors and emptied the two chrome wastebaskets and relined them with trash bags before straightening the magazines on the low-slug coffee table. 

On the table to the right of the access pad, he noticed a stainless-steel coffee cup. It had the initials "NC" engraved on the side. 

"This has to be Natasha's," he said as he inspected the cup. Only the head honchos in the building were given cups with their initials on them. The smooth feel of the cool stainless steel made him think of how soft and smooth Natasha's ass would feel in the palm of his hand. How soft and smooth her large tits would feel to his lips. Stiffness, once again, invaded his pants. 

"I think I'll take Natasha her cup. I need to go downstairs anyway and refill my glass cleaner bottle." Calvin put the cup on his cart and headed toward the elevator. 

*** 

After prying her hand out of her lap, Natasha battled to regain hold of her senses. Between her caffeine and sex cravings, she had quite a fight on her hands. "If I can't get some dick, I have to at least have some java," she thought. As she stood up to search for a cup of some kind, she glanced at the security guard monitor and spotted Calvin. He had something in his hand. 

Her coffee cup. 

"What the hell?" she wondered. "How did he get my cup?" Before her wonder turned to panic, she retraced her footsteps in her mind. "That's right, I put it on the table by the entrance door so I could get my access badge out of my bag," she recalled. A beep from her laptop informed her that the antivirus update to the system was completed successfully. That gave her about forty minutes of free time as the system diagnostics ran. 

She bit her lip and thought wickedly, "If I call and have him bring me my cup, I'm going to freaking give him some." 

Natasha watched Calvin push his cart to the elevator and push the down button. "Oh fuck! He's on his way down here!" A mix of fear, desire, and excitement filled Natasha. Her years of loyalty to Sheldon were on the verge of being ruined. She knew she would let Calvin have his way with her tonight. She just knew it. 

*** 

In the elevator, Calvin lusted for Natasha in his mind. His stone like rod pounded in his pants as he imagined spreading her soft thighs apart and tasting her sweet juices for the first time. "Down, boy," he said to his stiff member. "Mrs. Crawford isn't just another office slut. She'll mess around and tell HR if I overstep my boundaries, and bye-bye contract." He exhaled loudly as the elevator doors parted. Forty-two steps to the right and twenty-one to the left and he was at his office door. 

*** 

When Natasha saw Calvin appear and disappear as he left the hall camera's viewing angle on the way to his office, her large nipples became rigid. "Why am I acting like this? That man's probably not even thinking about me," Natasha thought as she filled a tiny cone shaped paper cup full of water from the water cooler. She'd nearly fooled herself into being in control of herself until her phone rang. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey, Natasha. I found something of yours." 

"Calvin, what are you talking about?" The sound of his voice added another log to her freak-fire. She sat back in her chair and twisted a lock of her strawberry-blonde hair. 

"If you are missing a cup with your initials on it, I'll return it for the reward." 

"What reward?" 

"The one written on the bottom of the cup. It says, If found, return to owner for a generous reward." Calvin sat on the corner of his desk grinning into the phone. 

"I don't have time to play with you right now, Calvin. Just bring me my cup, please? Bye." After hanging up, she realized she'd just invited the fox into the hen house. "Okay. All I have to do is make sure to keep some furniture between us," she thought as she pulled her compact mirror out of her bag and applied a fresh coat of pink brandy lipstick. 

*** 

Calvin listened to the dial tone for almost thirty seconds before he hung up. "Damn, this will be the first time I'm totally alone with her." He went into his small bathroom, and made sure he was presentable. "Don't fuck this up." He lifted her coffee cup off his cart and left. 

*** 

Natasha's blue eyes never left the monitor as she watched Calvin approach her door. The way his uniform fit his athletic body and the confidence in his walk made her kitty purr. He was nearly six-foot in height, and his body looked as if some famous sculptor had chiseled him out of huge chunk of black onyx. She wanted to lick his smooth dark skin from top to bottom. 

"It took you long enough," Natasha said into the intercom as she buzzed him in. 

"I'll take that as a thank-you." He held the cup out to her. 

"Sorry, Thank you." She gave him a smile. When she took the cup, her hand touched his. The heat from his skin made her swallow hard and take a step back. 

"You okay? It looks like you just got stung by a bee." 

"I'm fine." 

"Yes, you are." 

"Do you ever give it a rest?" 

"It's against my religion to rest." Calvin's eyes surveyed her body as though he had X-ray vision. He wasn't aware that he was at three-quarter salute behind his zipper. 

"Is that his dick?" Natasha wondered as she glanced down at the front of his pants. It looked more like he had a flashlight in his pants. 

The silence between them was awkward. The hum of the servers could have easily been mistaken for the energy that flowed between Natasha and Calvin. 

"Don't you have work to do?" Natasha could feel her black La Perla lace thong panties getting soggy. "Thank God the computer console is between us," she thought. 

"As a matter of fact I do. It's about time I gave you a good cleaning." He walked slowly to the end of the console. 

"Excuse me?" Natasha's hand knocked her coffee cup to the floor. 

"Calm down, Natasha. Just relax." He continued to close in on her. The horseshoe shape of the console offered Natasha only one exit. It was past Calvin. When she bent over to pick up her cup, she found her face about a foot away from the bulge in Calvin's pants. 

"What do you think you're doing?" She spoke directly to his crotch while in her crouch. 

"Well, it's now or never," Calvin thought. He'd already crossed the line by walking up on the way he did. "Hell I have seven other building contracts. I can always pick up another one if I have to." As she slowly got to her feet, he took another step toward her, backing her lovely ass against the console. She had nowhere to go. 

"Calvin..." That was all she could say before she found his lips against hers and his tongue attempting to part her painted lips. She was amazed at how quickly she accepted it. His tongue seemed to do somersaults in her mouth. Natasha's hands had a vice-like grip on the edge of the console as she sucked his tongue. When he pressed against her and she felt the hardness of his cock rub against her leg, she broke the kiss. 

"What's wrong, Natasha?" Calvin continued to kiss the side of her neck. 

"You know...what's...wrong. You...Me...Us...This." She found just a tiny bit of strength and pushed him away from her. 

"Tell me you don't want this." Calvin took her hand and placed it on his beating chest as he looked deep into her conflicted blue eyes. In unison they moved their hands together down to his throbbing beast in his pants. He took a glance at the monitors and saw Teddy walking down the hall to the computer room. 

"I'm married." She closed her eyes and squeezed his hard dick as she spoke those words. Calvin nibbled on her ear as she held his thick meat. Mental snapshots of Sheldon, the women gossiping in the break room, sucking Calvin's dick, her son's smile, Calvin fucking her neglected pussy from behind, Sheldon snoring after another night of disappointing sex, and Calvin's head buried between her thighs played behind her closed eyelids. 

Calvin broke away from Natasha and pointed at the monitor. "You have company," he sighed. Natasha stoked Calvin's cock though his pants then reluctantly let go of his manhood and sat in her chair. 

"Evenin', folks," Teddy said after opening the door. "Just checking to make sure everything's okay." 

"Everything's fine. Calvin just bought me my coffee cup and was on his way out," she said as she got up and walked past him to the coffeepot. 

"Yeah, I just have to finish the bathrooms down here then I'm done for the night." 

"Glad you reminded me. Can I get a box of tissue from you? My allergies are acting up something fierce!" 

"Thank you, Lord," Natasha thought. 

"You ready?" Teddy asked the disappointed Calvin. 

"Yeah, let's go." 

After going back to his supply closet and giving Teddy his tissue, Calvin decided to give Natasha one more go. "What the hell do I have to lose? If she's not on the phone with HR right now, I'm dammed lucky." 

*** 

"Fuck no! I just know he's not coming back," Natasha thought as she watched Calvin walk toward he in the monitor. "Good thing he doesn't have the access code to this room." That thought gave her a little comfort. 

"Let's finish what we started, Natasha," Calvin said into the intercom. 

"It is finished, Calvin. I'm sorry but we can't... it's not right." Her pussy had other nasty thoughts. It wanted to be fucked by that big black dick of his in the worst way. 

"All right," he said with his head against the door. "But if you change your mind, you can have this anytime you like." He stood back and looked up at the camera over the door. 

"What the hell is he doing?" Natasha said to the camera as he unzipped his pants. 

"Oh no he's not!" Shit! Natasha intensified her stare at the screen. Calvin's hard, massive ebony cock hung out of his unbuckled pants. 

Although she couldn't hear now that he had moved away from the intercom, she read lips good enough to see him say, "Come get this, Natasha." She watched as he stroked his meat dick slowly from the bulbous head to his neatly trimmed base. "Damn! Even with his large hand around it, there are still several inches sticking out." It was fat and long, just how she liked. Sheldon's dick was big but nothing like the ebony beast Calvin was stroking. Natasha pushed back in her chair and slid her hand inside her pants. She found her throbbing clit in a pool of pussy juice and rubbed it gently as she watched Calvin's show. 

She imagined herself nude on the console with her ankles locked behind Calvin's neck. Her hands gripping his ass as his massive dick sinks slowly into her salivating cunt. Tip to root, and then tip again, feeding her famished pussy exactly what she needed. Natasha added a third finger inside her pussy and fucked herself deeper while her pinky finger teased her ass. Calvin jacked off faster. His eyes closed as he pictured his dark cock sinking deep into her pink folds from behind. His hands gripping her sexy hips while working his dick in a slow and steady rhythm, in and out of her juicy peach. His balls were heavy with cream. He felt it demanding release as he added more friction to his dick. 

Natasha put two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them like she desired to suck the cock on her monitor screen. Four fingers massaged and fucked the inside of her wet pussy at the same time. The slick sounds of her sopping pussy echoed against the walls of the room causing her to fuck herself harder. She longed to have one of her "toys" hidden in the shoebox in the back of her closet. 

Calvin leaned back against the wall for support, as he got ready to let his load flow. In his mind he was trying to knock the walls of Natasha's pussy down. The first drops of pre-cum let him know it was time to let loose. 

The server room was completely filled with the sweet aroma of her sex. Natasha spread her legs as wide as she could. She felt the warm wave moving inside her, signaling climax was approaching. "Oh fuck me, Calvin! Fuck this pussy good. Oh... Please... fuck me...Calvin," she uttered at the screen as a violent orgasm shook her body just about off her chair. 

"Oh...shit...fuck!" Calvin's cock stiffened up and began pumping out a thick spray. He lay back against the wall panting as the final drops of cum dripped out. He looked into the camera and grinned and licked his sexy thick lips. "I'll be back to clean that up in a minute." He turned and left. 

Natasha eased her hand out of her panties and sucked her cum-coated fingers clean, as she desired to suck Calvin's cock clean. She staggered to her feet as she watched Calvin walk out of view on the monitor. She hadn't cum like that in months. She knew right then it was going to be hell denying her pussy of that good dick. "Yes he was going to fuck this pussy one day, but not tonight..."