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Perhaps

By: LaJan



Just a short walk after a late dinner. It had been a long, boring day at work but that was all she expected. Funny, but the walks at dusk (or even a bit later, sometimes) usually left her feeling refreshed and ready for sleep. Not tonight. It just did not seem as good as it should be. Humid, still around 85° F. and too little breeze to cool her skin.

Aimlessly strolling past dark porches, dreary alleys, and coffee shops overrun with spiked hair and black leather. Drifting towards the open-air mall of closed shops, a couple of empty storefronts and, finally, the theatre. A little noise from behind heavy doors erupts into laughter and conversation as the last performance of "Phantom" lets its admirers return to their realities.

Leaning against a marble pillar, she easily fits into the rush of formal wear and gowns. Still dressed in the modest but attractive Pierre Avaroni casual she had worn to work earlier, she is every bit as alluring as any other woman in sight.

He departed the lobby slowly, appearing to be deep in thought or, perhaps, remembering a scene. He would have noticed her had he been buried in his studies for tomorrow's classes. And, stunned as he was by her sheer aura, he still thought to slide his gold Loren timepiece off his wrist and dump it into an inside pocket of his vest.

She saw him almost as he reached the walk he'd (hopefully!) take past her. And, as he skillfully removed his watch, she knew he was going to, indeed, intentionally walk past her. The 'no watch trick', huh? Well, this would be easy...

"Excuse me", he said with a voice like a mix of melted butter and honey, "but do you have the time?" He had a soft face that almost self-destructed as she replied, "Maybe. How much did you want?"

Keeping the slightly disinterested look on a straight face is the hard part but she had no problem. He, on the other hand, seemed to be having a mental 'civil war' in the space of 30 seconds. He did manage to surprise her with his reply:

"As much as you've planned for me."

'Whoa', she thought. 'Does this guy know what I didn't know 20 minutes ago? Was it a good guess or just a humble plea for a mercy fuck?'

Winging it, she replied, "I guess that depends on what the watch in your pocket says."

Surprised again by his reply: "It says, 'it's time to ask your name', but I say that it's time for a walk in the park."

Her reply was to stroll up to him, still amongst a sizeable crowd, look into his deep brown eyes, and say, "Walk?"

Clearly feeling 'out of his league', he hesitates then decides no verbal response is better than an arm around her waist as they slowly walk down the path towards the cool and inviting park.

He smelled her perfume - no, shampoo - as they walked.

She felt his slow, deep breathing as his upper body expanded with each breath.

He felt the warmth of her body under his arm and against his hip.

She wondered what she was doing and realized she didn't care.

He realized that he had no idea what he was doing and couldn't begin to get his mind to work properly anyway.

Slowing gently, she turned to him in a large grove of bamboo, slipped her hand into a pocket of her dress and removed a small blue scarf. She eased her fingers to his lips and, as he closed his eyes and parted his lips, she pulled the scarf taut & placed the middle third between his teeth. Surprised, he held it there and watched as she placed another scarf (this one gold in the filtered moonlight) between her teeth.

Then she knelt down in front of him, opened the fly of his suit pants, and artfully worked his penis free. She smiled as she stood again and, while still holding him, gently led him deeper into the park until she found the perfect spot.

The tree stood alone but its branches drooped with thick foliage. Smiling, she slowly pulled the scarf from her mouth, raised both of his hands, and put them around a branch about head-high, placing her scarf in both of his hands but over the branch, appearing as though he was handcuffed to the branch.

Watching her lead him through the park by his dick was the strangest thing he'd ever experienced. And, the 'non-handcuffs' were weird, but, as she stepped away from him, into the full moonlight, he nearly freaked: the white pumps - tossed in opposite directions. And, he gasped as she slowly lifted the front of her dress with one hand and slid the other deep into her (silk?) panties and began touching herself! His penis became a very painful concern as she completely ignored him and gradually brought herself to the brink. Stopping now to look at him, she grabs the Avaroni and tears it so short it barely covers her beautiful ass. Walking slowly towards him. His mind is screaming, 'her legs are perfect'. As she reaches him, he lets an arm drop to caress her and she slaps him - hard enough to hurt and but still smiling her half-smile. He puts his hands back on the scarf and she backs him almost to the trunk of the tree. Lifting her left leg and half wrapping it around his hips, she reaches down, grasps the crotch of her panties, and rubs herself very slowly. Their eyes never part and both seem to see everything in the look of each other's eyes. Her right hand finds her left ankle behind him, grasps it, and her left hand tears out the crotch of her panties. And, with a single motion, she guides his penis into her. Using her wrapped leg and thighs, she alternately thrusts and clutches him inside her, then with massive, violent pounding, she fucks him. She makes love. She teases him and tears all the buttons off his $1400 formal tux. And, she kisses him through the blue scarf as they both climax; first her truly violent, gasping release, then his thrusting, spasmodic ejaculation, and finally her sweet, quiet second release, kissing him deeply without the scarf.

They both slowly relax and lovingly separate as he drops his arms, embracing her.

"Wow! That was the best thing I've ever felt!" she exclaimed with a full smile that rivaled the lustre of the moon.

"Aw, what's up with that, honey? You always say that!" he teased.

She playfully punched his chest and said, "I'll see you at home."

Perhaps



My morning commute is usually a time for reflection, appreciation, listening to music and fantasy. It is a route so familiar that I can put one small part of my mind on autopilot to drive the car while the rest of my mind enjoys its reveries.

Since the road has been improved, there is more traffic. Over the months I have begun to identify at least a few regulars whom I often see making the commute at the same time of morning. I wonder about their lives and the jobs they are going to. There is the dour-faced older man driving a Prius at exactly the speed limit, often to the irritation of the more impatient commuters. I have him pegged as an accountant. The tradesmen and construction workers are recognizable by their trucks and tools, others by their uniforms. Then there is the woman in the blue Honda Civic I have come to think of as HER.

Not often, but often enough that we recognize each other, we pass on that road. Sometimes she passes me, at other times I am the one passing her. She is attractive enough to engage my attention, with the ageless kind of beauty that will change little with the passage of years. I wonder about her. The day always seems to go better when I have seen her, and I feel cheated when I don't. Crazy really, wanting to flirt with a complete stranger that I might see for a few seconds once or twice a month. 

The ice had been broken a few months earlier, when I was singing along with more than my usual abandon to one of my then favorites, Chris Brown's Forever. This was one of those days when I passed her, and with a quarter mile of empty straight road ahead I drew along side, pacing her, and mimed singing into an imaginary microphone:

It's like I waited my whole life for this one nightIt's gonna be me, you and the dance floor 'cause we only got one nightDouble your pleasure, double your funAnd dance forever. 

I was rewarded with a broad smile and a blown kiss before she dropped back so quickly I couldn't be sure if I had imagined her reaction. From then on, there would be a smile or a wave whenever we shared the road.

It's yet another beautiful morning, and I consider again how blessed I am to have to make this commute several days each week. My drive climbs over the saddle between two mountains, through some of the most spectacular scenery on this island. The sky is mostly clear, the rising sun casts gold on the mountain tops still flecked with snow from the last winter storm, and a few fluffy clouds ring the base of one as a petticoat. 

Coming around a corner I see approximately 200 yards ahead a car pulling off to the side of the road, the left rear tire flapping with an obvious flat. As I near, my heart starts pounding as I recognize the blue Civic. It's HER! She is getting out of car as I pull in behind her, I see what I have only imagined and fantasized these last months, and what I see does not disappoint. The white cotton sun-dress falls just below her knees, clings to her curves, and is thin enough to reveal that she is bra-less, wearing only a thong beneath the dress. Her body is perfectly proportioned, with firm breasts, narrow waist, tight ass and what appear to be well-toned long legs, the body of an athlete. I want to enjoy the moment, imagining my hands slipping beneath the dress and running up her thighs, but I have to push the thought out of my mind lest I get out of my car with an obvious boner.

"You must let me help you, you're not dressed to change a tire" I offer.

At first apprehensive as I walk towards her, she laughs as she recognizes me from other mornings on the road. "You're right, I wouldn't want this to get dirty." Her voice is deeper and huskier than I would have imagined, and for a moment I begin to fantasize about telephone sex with such a voice at the other end. My body gives a tiny involuntary shudder of pleasure at the thought. "Let me open the trunk." 

She opens the trunk, and reaches deep inside to rearrange some items inside. I can almost convince myself that she is deliberately taking her time, giving me permission to enjoy the view of her fine ass as she bends over and the backs of her shapely legs and thighs as the dress rides up in back. I can barely breathe. Now my boner is insistent and isn't going away, and I take advantage of her momentary distraction to "rearrange" myself so that my arousal is less obvious! 

"Now you can get at the spare." I am thankful for the distraction from the erotic fantasies that crowd my mind, stimulated by her physique, voice and, now that I am close to her, her perfume.

The task of changing the tire goes quickly, accompanied by introductions and small talk, and the admissions that we had both taken note of each other on other mornings during the past months. She is relaxed and engaging, easy to talk to and there is clearly a flirtatious quality to our interaction. Music is still playing on the car stereo in my vehicle, "what station is that?"

"It's not the radio" I explain, "it's my iPod patched into the car stereo. I listen to a lot of nuevo-tango, that's Tanghetto, one of my favorite groups."

She listens more intently while I stow the flat tire and tools.

"It sounds like great fuck music." 

She is right of course, a perfect tempo, a hard driving beat, music that is often lyrical and always sensual. Nonetheless, I am blown away by the comment and can barely stutter the words "you got that right."

She steps close to me, her hand caressing my groin, "let's get a little further off the road."

I grab her hand and practically push her into the passenger seat of my vehicle. A track from the turn out leads a couple of hundred feet behind a copse of trees where we will be hidden from the road. I get out and hurry around to the side to open her door and give her my hand. She smiles up at me with a mischievous and knowing grin and rejects my hand, instead quickly unzipping me and releasing my throbbing erection. Still sitting half in the car she licks my hard cock and then swallows me.

"Not yet, that's way too exciting. I want this to last." I pull away and encourage her to step out of the car and around to the rear.

I turn her away from me, and press my hardness against her firm ass. I kiss the back and sides of her neck while my hands reach beneath the hem of her dress, slide up over her taut thighs, over her hips and belly finally to cup her breasts, kneading them softly. I leave one hand stroking her breasts, while my other hand slips back down to reach to her already wet pussy. She groans softly, grinding her hips against my groin, and her clit against my hand. She turns her upper body far enough that our lips can join in a demanding kiss, tongues reaching hungrily for each other.

She turns away from me again, hooking her thumbs into the thong and dropping it to the floor. My hands explore every inch of the curves of her body that I can reach, alternately caressing her breasts, stroking her thighs and hips, spreading her pussy lips, vigorously rubbing her engorged clit and pushing fingers deep inside her juicy core. I bring my fingers to my lips to taste her excitement, then offer them to her to suck on. My hard cock rides against her ass as she grinds against me.

I take one of her hands and invite it to join mine at her clit, knowing full well that she knows what feels best to her, and the natural rhythms of her arousal. My fingers entwine with hers and follow her lead in caressing her clit and exploring her pussy. 

"I want you in me." She bends over, resting her upper torso on one arm on the trunk of the car. As I enter her from behind, plunging deep, she utters an involuntary squeal, grabs my balls tightly with her other hand as if to pull me in to her and grinds her ass against my groin. For a moment we strain against each other, finding the depths of my penetration within her hot pussy.

"I want to feel you cum first" I whisper breathlessly. I take her hand and return it to her clit where it finds its tempo in time to the music that is still playing. Her hips play in circles, enjoying my hard cock within her. When her panting and moaning tell me of her rising excitement, I begin to pump her. Slowly at first, small strokes, but increasing in depth and tempo. I am aware that she is close to climax and give three long hard thrusts, pulling her roughly towards me, and pushing deep within. She pushes hard again me and then shudders. The contractions of her pussy round my cock are almost enough to send me over the edge, but I am able to enjoy every moment of her orgasm. When the last wave has passed through her body, I start pumping again, this time slower and more deliberate, long strokes almost out and then as deep within as possible. As my arousal peaks to the point of being almost unbearable I slow, enjoying the intensity of the moment.

I can hold back now longer and she knows it. We both savor the last stroke as I penetrate deep within. As the first spurt of my orgasm explodes within her, she tightens every muscle in her pussy, gripping me tightly. The intensity of my orgasm is immediately increased 10-fold and I can barely stand up as I convulse in ecstasy. We are both trembling as my orgasm dissipates. Finally I must pull out before we both fall to the ground.

She turns toward me and leans back against the car. As she does so I drop to my knees in front of her and bury my face between her thighs licking at the juices, hers and mine. I stand, and kiss her deeply, sharing the taste of our sexual encounter.

We both know implicitly that words can only spoil the magic and unbelievable sexual intensity of this improbably moment, so we are silent as we dress and return to her car.

Before getting back into her car, she turns to me and gently strokes my cheek. "Perhaps . . ." is all she says.

"Perhaps . . ." I agree.

I never saw her again. Perhaps . . . . perhaps she was a figment of my imagination . . . . perhaps she was an incarnation of a spirit that inhabits this magical place . . . . perhaps.



Perhaps a Story to Tell



I had just finished a nice dinner and was walking back to the Bed and Breakfast where I was staying. It was still light and there was an orange glow in the west where the sun had set over the Pacific. I thought a glass of wine would be just the thing before turning in. Fortunately, the B&B had some available, honor system of course. That's what I like about them, so friendly, so trusting.

I travel a lot in my work, and I like to break from the mundane. I had come from Boston with business in San Francisco and Los Angeles. But rather than hop on a crowded plane to stay in another sterile airport hotel, I arranged to drive the rental car down the coast highway and overnight at this B&B along the way; an interesting place with character, history, perhaps a story to tell.

As I entered the sitting room, I found her there reading. Hungry for company after dining alone, I invited her to share the wine. Thanking me for "such a gracious offer, it would only be proper for a lady to accept". She put her book aside, saying she must have read it a thousand times, and "The company of an interesting gentleman would be a welcome change".

Her makeup was minimal and her blond hair was tightly pinned up in back, accentuating a graceful neck and jaw line. By her physical features, I placed her in her mid-twenties. Being nearly 45, myself, I find the allure of younger women seldom goes beyond the physical. The brain is very much a sex organ, and unless there is a connection at that level, I can lose interest quickly. Yet it became clear through conversation that she was mature, sophisticated, and intelligent beyond her years.

She said she'd been around for a long time, seen many people come and go. I asked why, if she lived in the area, she was staying at the inn. After a long pause, she said that she simply belonged here. In addition to the slightly odd things she was saying, and the way that she was saying them, there was something else different about her. She was elegantly dressed, but in a very old style. But this was California where anything goes, and it seemed charmingly fitting in this 100-year-old inn with its Victorian antiques.

Well into the second glass of wine, she pushed off one of her shoes and ran her foot a short distance up the inside of my pants leg. Intoxicated, not just from the wine, but with her as well, I accepted her tease and returned a smile. Having successfully tested the waters, she took the initiative to move from her chair to a spot next to me on the love seat. Closer to her, I caught a whiff of a dark, mysterious but hauntingly familiar perfume. I could feel my pulse quickening, my desire building.

More wine, more conversation, more closeness. Innocent touching. Arousal. 

I suggested the intimacy of a stroll on the beach and she beamed. Leaving our shoes on the back porch, we followed a sandy path toward the sound of the ocean. The foam of the breaking waves was picking up the light of a full moon. Our hands soon found each other as we walked the half-mile or so to where a rock outcrop barred our way. Stopping, turning toward the ocean, she leaned back against me, pulling my arms around her like a wrap against the cool night air, and I bent my head down to nuzzle in the hair above her ear. Then she slowly turned to face me and, now holding both of her hands, I softly kissed one, then the other. Then I kissed her lips, briefly. Her eyes, gloriously blue even in the pallid moonlight, begged for more. 

Another kiss, lingering, mouths open, breathing heavy, arms encircling, bodies melding.

We walked back toward the inn, her head on my shoulder. Before ascending the path up to the porch, she leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "I must have you tonight." I told her of the fire she had ignited inside me as well. She said she must change into something more suitable and would be at the door to my room in 10 minutes time. I was about to tell her the room number when she said, "I know where I shall find you."

I stopped by the sitting room to retrieve the wine and glasses; it appeared that I wouldn't be nodding off to sleep any time soon. Back up in my room, a soft knock at the prescribed moment and I opened the door. She entered, wearing a nightgown of fine silk that, like her dress earlier, seemed from another time. It was gathered at her collarbone and flowed drapery-like to the floor with little ribbon ties down the front. It was just sheer enough that, in the soft light of the room, I could begin to picture her breasts among the folds of material. I offered her some more of the wine, but she turned it down, saying that I was all she needed.

We kissed again. Her hands went over my shoulders and behind my neck, mine settled in the small of her back. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, I slid my hands down to her rear. Through the nightgown, I could feel no panties. With my fingers gripping each buttock, I pulled her close against my groin, wanting her to feel my hardening dick. Then I slowly slid my hands up her back; no bra either. Higher still, I reached her hair and removed the pins holding it in place. It cascaded down nearly to her waist, soft, blond, gentle curls. My fingers combed through its silkiness on their return to the small of her back where their journey had begun.

We parted slightly to gaze in each other's eyes, and she said something about it having been a long time. She took my hands and brought them to her breasts. They were full and firm. I gently squeezed them, encircling her nipples with thumbs and fingers as if to draw their milk from them. She closed her eyes, softly moaning. I wanted to see her and feel her without the barrier of her nightgown. Beginning with the top ribbon, I slowly untied each one and, parting the fabric, gently kissed each square inch of her soft skin as it was revealed to me. As I worked my way down, I gradually lowered myself onto the settee that was behind me. The last ribbon was located between her breasts and I nuzzled in the warmth of her cleavage, inhaling more of her mysterious perfume. All the ribbons untied, her hands left my shoulders and she held her arms slightly out and behind her. The gossamer nightgown flowed off of her like water and pooled on the floor at her ankles. There was nothing more between my eyes and her rapturous beauty.

Her breasts were magnificent. Generous globes, puffy areolas, enticing nipples. As I was now seated, they were directly in front of my face, begging to be held, to be kissed, to be suckled. They were soon filling my hands and mouth to overflowing. Every time I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, it swelled and hardened yet again. Soon she pushed back and I watched her glorious mounds rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

Unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it back off my shoulders, she paused to gaze at my hairy chest. Then unfastening my pants, she pulled them and my briefs off together. Seeing my dick standing up in the air, with an ardent look on her face, she again said something about it being a long time. Then dropping to her knees, she took my dick into her soft, surrounding cleavage. Wrapping her wonderful breasts around it, she bent down and kissed the head that was peeking over the top. Then she started rubbing my shaft, at once moving her breasts in opposite directions, then in unison up and down with long strokes. She gradually incorporated more use of her hands, rubbing my dick on her neck and face, adding more kisses. This evolved into licking and nibbling, and finally taking the head into her lips while stroking the shaft with her hands. She started bobbing her head up and down slowly, each time taking a little more of me into her mouth. Her golden locks were lightly brushing my thighs, adding their own elements of feeling. Her tongue was incredibly adept, finding every nook and cranny, and I was soon feeling a building orgasm. As the sensations increased, she slowed her pace, but continued drawing me nearer. When I was right at the threshold, so close that I could taste the other side, she withdrew her lips. Oh, how I loved to be teased in this way.

I stood up and, taking her hands, helped her rise as well, softly kissing each one, briefly sucking on her fingers. Gazing into each other's eyes, she reached around my neck and I gracefully scooped her up into my arms, and carried her over to the bed. Laying her on it, I walked around to the end. Kneeling, I picked up her foot and began kissing, licking and nibbling my way up the inside of her calf. Rounding the corner of her knee, my destination came into view, glistening with wetness. Its musky aroma was drawing me in but I slowed to savor the ultra-smooth skin of her inner thighs with my lips and face. But her desires were strong, and pulling my hair, she guided me home. Long slow licks of her labia had her moaning with pleasure. I could see her clitoris swelling and peeking out from its little protective hood. It was demanding attention, but I knew the sweet rewards of anticipation.

I penetrated her vaginal opening with my tongue and her body stiffened. She was so juicy that I could cup my tongue and practically spoon out her nectar. I continued teasing her hole with my tongue as she squirmed on the bed. Finally, while in as far as I could reach, I began a long, slow lick up and out. Maintaining contact as I exited, I continued upward to find her clitoris. She shuddered as I licked it, swirling my tongue around it, sucking it into my mouth, gently pinching it with my lips. Her breathing was becoming shorter and faster, and I knew she was getting close. Suddenly, she gripped my hair in her fists and let out a squeal, squeezing my head between her thighs. Unrelentingly suckling her clitoris throughout her climax, I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her vulva against my chin. She screamed my name, which was very strange, because we somehow never got around to introductions. But now was not the time, as I was still locked onto her clitoris and she was still moaning and gasping for air.

When she calmed down, she said she wanted me to do it again, this time with my dick. I began a trail of kisses up her tummy, stopping to swirl my tongue in her naval. This made her laugh uncontrollably and struggle to resist. After having my fun, I was on my way again up to her wonderful breasts. They were so firm that they seemed to defy gravity as she lie on her back. I squeezed and suckled them as I had done earlier, until she was begging me to fuck her. Crawling forward a little more to where she could finally reach it, she wrapped the fingers of one hand around my aching dick and gazed into my eyes. "I've been waiting so long. I knew you would return." Return? What was she talking about? But I couldn't question as her other hand had already pulled me down, bringing our lips together. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, while rubbing the head of my penis in the folds of her labia.

Slowly, I lowered my hips and began to penetrate her. As the head passed the opening and she began to experience the full width of my cock, I could see nothing but fiery passion in her eyes. Again she spoke of it being such a long time and locked her feet behind my back. I continued sliding my entire length into her. Once completely buried, I just as slowly withdrew to where I was almost completely out. Then I repeated the process.

I continued with these long slow strokes, gradually increasing my speed. She pulled my upper body down further, wanting the full weight on hers. My arms were now free to encircle her in a tight embrace, while my dick kept pumping in and out of her vagina, faster and faster, slamming my pubic bone into her clitoral mound. Her breathing was becoming short again as she approached another climax. I could feel my own building as well. We were tight in each other's arms with orgasms on a collision course. We were both getting closer. Closer. I buried my face into the pillow, she bit into the nape of my neck, and together we exploded in orgasm. Our bodies convulsed together, me shooting load after load of my seed deep into her, her vaginal muscles rhythmically assuring she would not miss a single drop. Slowly the convulsions softened to twitching, then to throbbing, then faded away entirely.

We were spent. After a few moments of heavy breathing, I rolled off of her, and she rolled with me. As I settled on my back, she came to rest on top of me, straddling me, arms still entwined, my dick still inside of her.

What did she mean by my return? How did she know my name? I tried to recall having met her before. But it would have to wait until morning, for now she was fast asleep.

I awoke to sunlight and the songs of the birds coming through the open window. But I was alone in the bed. I looked around the room, but she was not there. Was it all just a wonderful dream? On the bureau were the mostly consumed wine and two glasses, one of them with traces of lipstick. In the mirror, I could see the mark where she had bit my neck in our throes of passion. I guessed she had returned to her room and I would be seeing her at breakfast.

I showered and was packing my things when I saw something lying on the floor. It was one of the silk ties from her nightgown. She'll be wanting it to sew back on, I thought. As I picked it up, I noticed a spot of something on it that appeared to be dried blood. I put it in my jacket pocket.

I placed my bags by the front door, entered the dining room and took a place at the table. My host couple soon joined me. I asked if we should wait for the other guests, and they said that I was it. "We are always full on weekends, but a lone guest is not unusual for midweek."

So, she was not a guest at the inn after all. Perhaps a friend of my hosts.

While eating breakfast, my eyes landed on something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and cause me to drop my fork. On the opposite wall was an old painting. It was my mystery lover looking back at me. She was wearing the same dress that she wore in the sitting room the previous evening. 

"What's the matter?" one of my hosts asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Perhaps I h..." and I stopped myself. "Just a sudden chill. Could you please pass me some more of those waffles? They're really great."

After a few moments, I inquired about the woman in the portrait. They said her name was Lily. She was the lady of the house in the early 1900s. The painting and most of the furnishings were in the house when they bought it from a woman who was Lily's sister, Agnes.

They continued the story. "The house was an inn back then, as it is today. Lily's husband was a terrible man, always drinking, cavorting with the prostitutes at a brothel in the next town. He mostly ignored poor Lily, and she did all the work around the inn. One night he came home to find her sleeping with one of the guests, an older man from back east. In a rage, he murdered them both with a double barreled shot gun. He quickly left town and was never heard from again; some say he headed for Canada to escape the law. Lily's sister Agnes was her only living relative, and after the property was tied up for many years, the courts decided she should have it. But she didn't do much with it and finally sold it to us in 1964. We cleaned it up and put it back to work as an inn."

"Because Lily was an adulteress, the townspeople wouldn't allow her to be buried in the town cemetery. And no one knew how to get in touch with her lover's next of kin; all they had was a name in the guest register. Agnes, bless her heart, had them buried together on her property south of town. Lily and her husband didn't have any children, and Agnes never married. Further, Agnes passed on about twenty years ago, so there are no descendents. Agnes' house is no longer there; it's an empty lot, except for the two headstones of Lily and her lover."

So much comes together now. Her old style clothes. Seeing "many people come and go". Her feeling that she belonged here. The book she said she'd read a thousand times; perhaps she had. And it having been so long since... well...

But I still couldn't figure how I fit in; how she knew my name; how much of this is reality. As I was leaving, I glanced into the sitting room. Her book was on the table, as she'd left it the night before.

Driving down the highway toward L.A. I noticed a fenced-in lot overgrown with weeds. I could barely make out the tops of two markers in the corner when the weeds bowed down with the wind. I felt compelled. I stopped the car. I reached for the ribbon in my pocket and once more contemplated the blood stain. I walked through the broken gate and approached the graves. Lily's was on the left. By the dates on her stone, she was only 24 years old when her life was taken away so tragically.

Now I have always accepted the possibility that there may be a few still walking among us who should have left this world and moved on to the next. But I have never questioned my own place in this world, until this moment. I also understand just how it is that Lily knows me. For the stone on the right bears my own name.



Perhaps It Was You



It's been a long journey but we're here at last in the bijou cosiness of this quaint country cottage. Why we're here and how we got here doesn't matter but we were really lucky to find that little diner on the way and now all we want to do is relax and unwind.

It's early autumn and the sun illuminates the golden leaves on the trees outside as it slowly sets in the western sky. It isn't especially cold right now but there's a basket of logs by the inglenook fireplace and plenty of kindling so we agree that whilst I go upstairs to shower and change, you'll set the fire and pour some drinks.

It takes no time at all before there's a good blaze building in the grate and once a couple of small logs are added, the fire begins to rage sending it's warmth and glow into the tiny room. The flick of a switch casts a soft light over the surroundings and gives you the opportunity to survey the scene. It's clearly a very old building, probably 16th century with a low ceiling, weathered oak beams and uneven walls decorated with various prints of country scenes. It's sparsely furnished with what appears to be an old pinewood school desk for a dining table and 4 sturdy wooden chairs that don't match. Facing the fireplace is a gorgeous antique leather chesterfield with a deeply buttoned back and arms. The distressed seat cushions convey the years of comfort they've given to the innumerable people that have used them and beside the sofa is a simple side table with an elegant lamp. Spread out between the sofa and the fireplace is a huge luxurious white fur rug.

You can hear me moving around upstairs so you kick off your shoes, peel off your socks and fill two tall cold glasses with a generous slug of Bacardi adding Diet Coke and several chunks of ice with slices of lemon and lime.

No sooner have you set them on the side table than you hear my footsteps descending the narrow wooden staircase. You sit down on the sofa and press the remote device to kick the TV into life. There's nothing particular on but it's okay as background.

Suddenly I'm standing in front of you with my hands on my hips and my slender legs slightly apart. We didn't bring much with us, just enough for an overnight stay but I found your favourite red shirt and I remembered to bring my red shoes.

You pick up our drinks and I sit beside you. We look into each other's eyes as we each take a sip before placing the glasses back on the table.

You put your arm around me and we glance towards the TV. There's nothing of interest and I give a little sigh as I rest my head on your shoulder. Just that tiny action triggers a wonderful chain of events that are neither planned nor expected but in that moment we turn our heads towards each other and our lips meet in a long, lingering kiss. We embrace where we sit and our kissing becomes passionate and enthusiastic. I love the feel of your tongue in my mouth, probing, exploring and I try to entwine my tongue with yours.

Instinctively you undo a couple of buttons on my shirt and rest your hand on my chest just above my breast. We kiss lovingly and there's no resistance from me as you stroke my soft flesh. You detect the subtle scent of baby oil and love the silky softness of my skin as you gently squeeze my breast and caress my nipple. 

I move away and kneel astride you on the sofa undoing the remaining buttons on my shirt and you open it to reveal my plump firm breasts and shapely naked torso. My peachy blonde hair tumbles around my shoulders and you reach for my breasts with both hands squeezing them gently. I sweep my hair back with my forearms and clasp my hands together behind my head to signal my desire for more caresses. I rub my bare pussy against the swelling in your groin and tell you that the texture of your denim feels nice against my nakedness. 

You can't resist the urge to close your lips over my nipples and suck them hard as I linger for a while stimulating myself against you. I'm already leaking and I've stained your jeans with my moisture so I dismount and recline on the sofa with my legs apart allowing you to see every tantalising aspect of my femininity. You gaze at the bare flesh that frames my tiny canyon and when I tap it a couple of times with my hand, you move in really close.

You're between my legs now and you take off my shoes. I look at you quizzically then wriggle on the sofa as you lick the soles of my feet and suck my toes. It's almost unbearable and makes me squeal but I don't want you to stop. Then I feel your tongue licking my ankle, running up the inside of my leg, round the back of my knee and up to the top of my inner thigh where you detect my feminine scent. You enjoy running your tongue over the soft flesh either side of my womanhood then over my tummy and into my navel.

I'm reclining now with my legs wide open and my forearm resting across my eyes as your tongue begins to explore the soft fleshy folds of my labia. When you connect with my clitoris I twitch slightly and give a soft feminine gasp which becomes a moan of pleasure as your tongue delves deeply into the moist entrance to my vagina.

With every subtle movement you sense that I'm getting closer to orgasm so you decide to just lick me, kiss me and suck me until I cum.

You tell me that you love the flavour of my juices and can sense that the moment is close. With no announcement or obvious sign, my legs begin to tremble, my torso twitches and I suddenly jolt as though I'm being electrocuted. I grab your hair and just gasp rather than make any other kind of sound but you know that my climax is intense and satisfying.

It gradually subsides but you carry on licking me and I do nothing to stop you. Almost as soon as my first orgasm ends a new one starts to build and you make me cum again with equal intensity.

You can't resist the seductive flavour of my wet vagina and as another spasm engulfs me it becomes clear that something really special is happening. Almost every time your tongue touches my clitoris, I experience another orgasm. I think we're into double figures before I decide that it's time for me to pleasure you.

I slip out of the red shirt and stand naked before you. The vision of my body clearly excites you and as you start to unbutton your shirt you kiss me hard and I reach for the bulge in your groin. You take your shirt off and I'm unbuckling your belt. Still your tongue is buried in my mouth and I leave it to you to step out of your jeans as I massage the stiff mass that's struggling to escape from your briefs.

Kneeling on the rug in front of you I kiss the bulge and then pull the waistband over your erection and drag your briefs down your legs.

You lean backwards against the arm of the chesterfield and I put my hands on your thighs either side of your engorged manhood.

I look up at you and smile as I take your stiff penis in one hand and gently squeeze your balls with the other. As I tenderly stroke you we both notice a small droplet of clear liquid ooze from the tiny duct at the tip and with a slow sensual sweep of my tongue, it's gone.

Watching my tongue and lips caressing the sensitive tip of your cock sends tingles down your spine and as you see inch after inch disappear into my mouth a feeling of ecstasy washes over you. The vision of me sucking your erection is so sensuous and is the perfect prelude to the imminent consummation of our love.

I withdraw and lay on my back on the rug with my knees up and my legs wide open. We can both feel the warmth of the blazing log fire as you lay on top of me. My arms are above my head and as you press your skin against my skin you clasp my hands and we kiss tenderly. I reach down and gently squeeze your balls before guiding your cock into my vagina. We whisper each other's names and I moan softly as every inch is consumed deep within me. There's hardly any pause before you tenderly start to fuck me with long slow deep strokes. We tell each other how good it feels and I urge you to increase the tempo. I wrap my slender legs around you and rake my fingernails up and down your back as you lower yourself down and press your chest against my breasts. We kiss passionately as we thrust rhythmically and grind our pelvises together then I begin nibbling your earlobe before plunging my tongue deep into your ear. It sends shivers down your spine but just adds to your stimulation and when I whisper softly that I want you to make me cum again you summon up all the control you can.

You slow the pace right down almost to a stop but gently start to pick it up again making sure that every stroke pounds against my aching clitoris. You could use your hand but you don't want to. You just want to use your swollen manhood to stimulate me to an orgasm and as the tempo quickens I sense that we are in perfect harmony. My legs tighten around you, I'm making feminine grunting noises with every thrust and my fingernails bury into your back. 

I squeeze my muscles in an effort to clench you and we both know that I'm cumming now. I'm in ecstasy when I suddenly gasp and feel every fibre of my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure ripples violently through my body.

It seems like ages before my orgasm subsides and then, as if the movement had been rehearsed a hundred times we disconnect from each other and you lay on your back on the luxurious rug.

Instantly I'm astride you and stroking your shaft sensuously before guiding it back into my body. I love rocking back and forth on you and I love the feeling of your cock deep inside me as far as it will go and pressing against my womb right at the very top.

Without pausing I lean forward and can just about reach my drink. As I take a few sips I smile at you and tell you that enjoying a Bacardi and Coke whilst sitting astride my lover is something I've always wanted to do.

I replace the glass and continue to make love to you then in an instant, I get off you and press myself up against the seat of the chesterfield. I lay my chest on the seat cushion and turn my head to one side with my arms spread wide. I present you with the vision of my rear pointing slightly upward with my legs spread invitingly apart. A little wiggle of my bum is all the body language necessary and you crawl up behind me pressing yourself against me.

You rest your chest on my back and can feel your stiffness nestling between my cheeks. You reach forward and sweep away my hair to expose the nape of my neck, which you kiss and gently massage with your hands. You slowly run your fingers down my spine and kiss the top of my valley before using your tongue to explore every delicious feature. You love licking my intimate parts and I enjoy it too. You stroke your penis a couple of times and slip it into my vagina an inch or two just to tease me. My moisture makes it glisten in the soft light and you press the tip tentatively against my lovely little rosebud. I push back against you as if to encourage you to enter me there but you decide that's for another time so you place your hands on my cheeks and penetrate my sweet vagina with one smooth forceful thrust.

We begin to fuck energetically and we both know that your climax is imminent. You're really close now but I'm so sensitive to what's happening to you that with just a second or two to spare I disconnect from you and spin around to close my lips around the extreme tip of your lovely penis. With just two or three gentle strokes of my hand the wonderful sensation of your warm creamy fluid flowing out of you and into me is indescribable. You gasp my name softly and I can feel every pulse filling my mouth. It's almost unbearable for you as I milk every last precious tiny droplet and when the throbbing subsides I swallow it all and proudly tell you that I didn't waste a single drop.

If there is such a thing as an anti-climax we weren't aware of it as we snuggle our naked bodies up to each other on the fur rug in front of the raging log fire savouring our drinks and relaxing after our spontaneous, sensuous and beautiful lovemaking.

It was the distinctive music of a song thrush that first roused me from my slumber that morning and as my eyes flickered open, I glanced out of the window to see the fluffy white clouds and high flying jetplanes scudding across the blue sky. The familiar surroundings of my bedroom made me realise that I'd just had the most amazing dream.

Smiling to myself I reflected how everything about my dream was so vivid that it could easily have been real, which for me it was.



Perhaps It's Better This Way



I first met the woman with whom I was later to spend a great deal of time at a conference of our company's mid-level executives. I had seen her several times before but had no idea that she was an executive. She had always dressed rather simply but in good taste, unlike other "secretaries," as I at first thought she was.

Her name was Alayne Catterall, as I learned as we chatted during one of the breaks interspersed in the all-day conference. She was in Personnel, and I learned afterwards that she'd had an impressive record in direct sales before she was promoted to a staff position in what appeared to me to be an incongruous department for a person with her abilities.. The person who told me about her was of the opinion that she was going far, and seemed to be a bit enamored of her. Several others with whom I casually spoke of her, men and women, all seemed to regard her with—what can I call it?—a sort of reverence?

Over the next few months...I had little to do with Personnel, being deep in R&D...I thought about Ms Catterall rather more than our casual acquaintance seemed to justify. Three or four times I dreamed of her, and I always awoke with a throbbing erection, although I could recall no erotic content to any of the dreams. Rather I seemed to see her always fully dressed, an object of desire, true, but not of the same intense sexual desire with which I had always regarded attractive women in my lifetime. 

Alayne seemed to be on some sort of pinnacle, well above me, but, I was convinced, certainly attainable if I did...what?...I did not know.

Now, although Alayne was strangely attractive, I could not say that she was beautiful, yet she had a certain élan which made her the center of interest wherever she happened to be. She was about five foot six tall, perhaps a 36 bust, a narrow waist, slim hips, long legs...at least she gave that appearance.

Her hair was a ruddy brown, not quite auburn, which she wore to her shoulders in a casual wave which never seemed to be mussed. I thought her eyes were deep blue, maybe green or hazel; I was never sure, later.

In June of the year in which I met Alayne I won a relatively modest amount in the state lottery, yet an amount which made it possible for me to "retire" in some comfort for the rest of my days. I made no such decision at once, I assure you, but remained more or less content with my position in Research. I was well set after the various taxes had been paid and I did purchase a comfortable small home well out in the country, carefully away from any large wooded areas but close to the commuter rail line, a new, not very flashy medium sized car and a few appurtenances which I had always wanted but never felt that I could afford. For convenience, I continued to use the rapid transit system to commute, rather than pay $25.00 per day for parking.

Perhaps three weeks after all the hoopla over my winning this lottery had died down, I got a call at the lab from...of all people...Alayne.

I was a mite suspicious of a possible "gold digging" motive at first, but she made no mention of that, rather her question...her information... concerned a course which she said I could take at company expense on a certain aspect of our R&D in which I was very interested. I asked the normal questions: Take my own car? Travel expense reimbursed? Per diem? She answered all with no hesitation, but at the end she said,

"Bob, there is another course being given by the same institution at the same time which my boss thinks I should take. If you intend to drive...and that is what you indicated...would I incommode you if I asked to ride with you there and back?" 

Well I was a bit flattered and I hardly hesitated to assent. The trip would take two days one way, so she had allowed us sufficient travel time and I intended to stop over at a hotel I knew well. I mentioned this to her and she said something that quite astounded me.

"Well, in that case, Bob, we won't need two rooms, I'll bunk in with you...all right?" That shook me up, I can tell you. It also began to get my hopes and other things up.

"Why...if you don't mind, Alayne, why should I?"

"I don't mind, Bob. You needn't worry about me, I can quite take care of myself, Make that twin beds, eh?" "Sure. O K, see you Tuesday, ten o'clock in the 'wedding cake." I'll garage my car there." We called the many floored garage next door that, originally a joke, then a designation. 

We met as planned. I'd had a busy morning already, and I could tell that Alayne was as glad as I to be leaving the city. We hit the Interstate quickly, there being little...well, comparatively little...traffic at 10:30 on a work-day. By late lunchtime, about 3:30, we had covered about 265 miles and we were both hungry. I pulled into a truck stop I remembered being clean and serving good, plain food. Alayne seemed to enjoy that, as well as the beer apiece...draft, too...that I ordered.

"I was wondering if you liked beer, I don't know why I thought you did." I grinned at her, very satisfied with the lunch.

"Yes, I like beer a lot. Think it's odd for a girl, do you?" she answered. 

"You're not an 'odd" girl, Alayne, but you are a bit out of the ordinary....a good bit, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Yes, I am more than a good bit out of the ordinary, Bob. You may discover that...sometime." She smiled and rose, ready to go. I suggested the restrooms, and she grinned and said, 

"Yep. I assume they're as clean as the food was good?"

"Certainly the men's room is."

"O K, meet you at the car."

We seemed to hit a spot of luck that afternoon and early evening, for we made a bit more than 200 miles before we reached our night's stopping place, the Hotel Curzon, at about 7:30. We had a drink and a light supper and went to our room.

"You first, Alayne?" I offered, tentatively.

"Thanks. D'you mind if I take the bed closest to the door?"

"No," I grinned, but I wondered why.

Normally I'd be sleeping in my skivvies, but since I had known I'd have Alayne with me I'd brought along a pair of light weight pajamas, short sleeves and short bottoms. I was sitting in just my trousers and underwear on the bed next the window looking down at the street when Alayne opened the bathroom door and came back into the room. I turned and saw that she was in a semi-transparent shortie nightgown that barely covered her ass. The light of the bathroom—I having turned down all but one dim light in the bedroom—outlined her gorgeous body as though she were wearing nothing at all.

"Good...God, Alayne!" I said, extremely startled and already rigid. I was too startled to realise that I had risen in shock, I suppose, and my erection poked forward in my trousers like a tent pole.

"Well...didn't you think I was expecting this, Bob?" her voice was teasing, her gaze quite calm. She had not looked at my erection, as far as I could tell. 

"But...but...I hadn't thought you were...I don't know...."

"Yes, you do, Bob. We're here together, well away from the company's rules and regulations, we have five days alone, with nothing to do but get acquainted."

"But...we have courses to attend...they'll note our absence and report...."

"No, there will be no report, Bob. The courses were to be given, true. They were canceled at the last minute, too few signed up, and I'm the only one who knew, Bob." She laughed. 

"And no one else will ever find out, you see, for I fixed that very carefully. We don't even work for the company any more, Bob. You...work for me, now!" 

That statement dumbfounded me for a moment. I had no idea what to say...Eleven hard working years down the drain? My 401k? How dare you? Who are you to...? 

No, none of that came from my mouth. Alayne murmured,

"You'd be the better for a shower, Bob. Get good and clean, hear?" I went at once to the bathroom, my penis erect and throbbing, but I finished undressing and ran the water good and warm. There was a bar of some soap in the trough, a loofah and I made considerable use of both to get myself as clean as I could. I think as I dried myself I squeaked a bit.

Alayne had obviously heard me shut off the water...she allowed me about five minutes' drying time until she said,

"Don't bother with pajamas or anything, Bob. Just come on out as soon as you're dry."

I came out, my penis beginning to rise again and she said, smiling,

"Lie on your stomach on your bed, Bob. I'll rub your back with this lotion. It'll make you feel extra good."

Well, she slathered what felt like a huge gob of cool stuff onto my back and began to massage it into my skin. I could smell something slightly familiar and at the same time very odd, and I noticed that her hands were rocking me slightly so that my penis was rubbed ever so lightly against the smooth coverlet of the bed. That simply made me harder and more and more horny, but I could not roll over while she massaged more of the stuff into my shoulders, back, butt and the backs of my legs. It did feel good, she was right about that.

Her hand, as I rolled onto one side in response to her massaging, suddenly slid across my belly and touched my penis. I felt as though she had taken me to paradise as she murmured into my ear,

"Roll over, Bob. I'll rub your front, now."

When I did my penis sprang free and stood up like a pole, longer and thicker than I remembered it. I could not move more than from side to side as she poured more of whatever goop she was using onto my chest, belly and legs and began to massage all across my front. Normally that would have had me, ticklish soul that I am, kicking and screaming at her to quit, but I said nothing as she continued to rub and stroke me. Every now and then she'd touch my penis and it would jerk and stiffen even more. I felt as though I was going to ejaculate if she were to touch me again, yet I awaited her touch, although I felt that I could do nothing whatever under her hands.

"D'you like this, Bob?" her smooth, oh so smooth voice asked.

"Ye-es, Alayne, yes." That seemed to be all I could think, all I could say — yes.

"Good. Your body is ready and I am ready, Bob. You will make long, slow love to me, Robby, in the ways I direct."

My mind and my body were certainly all for that. I could feel my penis jerk and stiffen each moment although she had not touched me again since she had asked me if I liked what she was doing.

Now, I could not tell then, and I could not tell you now if she actually spoke aloud to me or whether she used some kind of telepathy. Whatever, my mind and my body received commands or impulses to do thus and so, and my body did thus and so. I know that I kissed her mouth with great joy, slid my tongue into it and wrestled with hers, experiencing more and more anticipation and lust as I did so. I kissed her neck fervently. My mouth slid down to her perfect breast, which I encompassed and sucked lightly and then harder with my tongue moving lasciviously over her burgeoning nipple until I felt as though my mother were feeding me. Indeed, I remember some fluid entering my mouth but I had by then begun to slide slowly down her body, my mouth imprinting kisses and little suction marks as I went. I reached and explored her navel. It tasted wonderful, like some exotic fruit, changing slowly as I sucked and swallowed to tingling mint which seemed to refresh me as I pursued my goal, the juncture of her thighs and her lowest belly. 

While I kissed and sucked my way south on Alayne's lovely body, she—something, certainly—was massaging, stroking, touching me all over my body, one second stroking my balls, another second my back, the next my front...how? I was pressed tightly against Alayne, I thought...sometimes making me jerk with sexual pleasure, sometimes calming me after such an involuntary start.... 

The odor of Alayne was beckoning, sweet, salty, intensely warm and invitingly female as I neared her crotch with my seeking mouth and tongue. Above, she uttered small moans and sighs as her hands stroked my hair and head, while something still titillated my body as before...I felt my penis throb more than once and thought I had begun to ejaculate, but I had not, although my balls were almost entirely drawn into my belly from the sexual tension under which I happily labored. My mouth connected with that fold of flesh which gathers at the top when a woman's thighs are fairly tightly held together, but Alayne immediately relaxed the tension and my mouth slid easily downward and sideways across her smooth, hairless labia and my tongue slipped between those exquisite lips and initially tasted that which I had spent such a delightful time attaining.

The fluids which awaited me laved my seeking tongue, and I heard Alayne's long-drawn sigh and moan of appreciation as I slipped my tongue farther into her slippery vulva. I felt the knob just above my tongue tip, and placing my hands softly on her labia I drew them slightly apart and upward to more fully expose the epicenter of her sexual being.

Alayne's legs tightened around my neck and she squeezed and relaxed them as she humped her mound at my face, never coming close to hurting me, but causing her mound and her exposed clitoris to swell into my appreciative mouth, which covered the entire root of her desires.

"Ooh, Bobby, you are so rough!" she murmured above me.

I took my face from between her legs, dampness streaming down my chin, and asked,

"How am I rough? I was trying to be as gentle as I could."

"Your beard, Bobby. We'll have to do something to that later. Please...please, lover, keep going for now." 

I was wildly encouraged by that "please, lover" bit and re-applied myself to my suckling with increased pleasure. I could feel my own genitals beginning to tighten and knew that if I could hold off for a moment or two I would have Alayne in ecstasy.

Surely enough, in a moment she began to thrash and twist above me, her thighs clamping harder on my ears and I increased the rhythm of my licking, concentrating on her clitoris until she groaned and spasmed wildly, her fluid coating my tongue, my lips and most of my face, not to mention two of my fingers.

I had not realised that I had those two inside her, but that must have assisted her orgasm, for she was sobbing my name, over and over, as her spasms grew less intense and she seemed to be settling down. 

Suddenly I must have hit another special spot, for she spasmed again and a renewed flood of juice coated my expectant face. I licked and swallowed the liquid with gusto, the taste causing me to think that my penis exploded at that instant. As it was, I rolled over exhausted, and Alayne kissed me on my mouth, the taste like some exotic fruit which made me dizzy for a second.

"Liked that, did you, Robby?" For the first time I noticed without rancour that she was calling me by my "baby" name, one that I had not heard for many years and then only from my deceased mother when she was being tender with me.

"Yes, Alayne, I...loved it."

"You are good at cunnilingus, Robby. I think you will get better as soon as we take care of that beard, I'm sure of it."

"Oh, I would like to, Alayne, anything that will please you as much or more than just now."

"Why, Robby! What happened 'just now?'" 

"Didn't we...I mean...you said that I was very good at...what was I very good at, Alayne?"

"You're just going to get better, Robby. Now, let's take a shower, we're hot and sweaty from all that hard work."

Well, I thought I remembered doing something that took a lot of energy and was "sweaty," so a shower certainly sounded good to me. 

While we were in the shower I washed Alayne's back and front with no particular thought in my mind, and she did the same for me. I felt nothing but the pleasant brush of the washcloth over my less-tired and surely not sweaty body, and the same for hers as I washed her. We dried each other and Alayne remarked,

"I suppose you would like something to eat, eh?" and I agreed. The meal was excellent, well prepared and wonderfully cooked, yet when we had finished I could remember nothing of what we had eaten with such enjoyment.

"You know, Roberta," she said as we walked to the stairs, "I think that eventually we'll enjoy mutual cunnilingus with considerable pleasure."

"I'm sure we can, Alayne." I was not particularly excited, nor sure of what she meant by the words she'd used, and asked casually,

"When do I start work on the project, Alayne?"

"Oh, the main project has begun, but your particular part of it begins when we get to the room, Robby. You don't mind if I use your nickname, do you?"

"No, I was surprised when you were so formal after...the...meal." I could not remember what meal it was. "After all, we've been friends for some time...since high school, haven't we?"

"Fellow cheerleaders, Robby. You got Tim Owings before I did, but I got him away from you before we found out, right?"

Although I nodded acquiescence, I wondered what we'd had to find out, and for a moment or two my brain tried to figure out why I had "fallen" for a boy in high school. As I fuzzily recalled the past, Alayne and I had admitted to each other our desire for mutual sex while we were juniors and seniors, and although we had gone to the Prom with boys, that was for appearance sake...there was no tolerance for two females who loved each other in that school. But...I didn't really remember any "Tim Owings."

I noticed a change as we walked to our room...what was so different about it? It did not seem to be on the same floor as that we had left before...breakfast, was that the meal we'd just eaten? I started to mention that to Alayne, but then decided it was not worth the thought. My breasts seemed slightly larger, and I had a slight tickle between my legs. 

For just an instant then, I felt as though I were two people, one a male engineer going to some meeting that I could not quite remember...the other what I knew I was, a woman very much in love with Alayne Catterall, a close...oh so close...friend since sophomore year in high school.

I remembered our college days—where had that been..?—and the fun we'd had as roommates, studying together, comparing notes on the professor who'd tried to put the make on us and laughing at anything so silly, making long slow love on week-ends, driving all over the countryside—what countryside? We'd gone to a city college, hadn't we..?—exploring everything, including everything about each other. 

Now, more and more clearly I recalled the day that we "came out" to her parents, and the shock and then acceptance from my mother, my only living parent. Mom continued to support me in part as I finished college and graduated with a degree in...had it not been in engineering? Couldn't have been, I could remember Dr. Finneman, the chairman of the economics department, congratulating me and Alayne on our GPAs, second and third highest in the school, each of us summa cum laude. But that had been at a university, hadn't it?

I started to ask my lover and master but something kept me from completing any more thoughts concerning my education. What did it matter, my master did not want me disturbed with such thoughts, so I was not. All I wanted now was to be between her legs with my tongue tasting that nectar as it slowly filled my mouth, and her rigid clitoris tickling my upper lip as I suckled at the person who gave me sustenance, love and direction.

Alayne lay naked on our bed—had we had a double before...when?— and beckoned me oh! she was so sexy! As I bowed my head slowly to her alluring scent and waiting labia, my busy fingers preparing the way for her tongue, I felt the pleasant anticipation of her lips soon caressing my nether lips and our slowly and lovingly bringing each other off. For a second a flash of disorientation—could that have been my life?—no matter, now; I had no regrets. 



Perhaps One Step Too Far



The man drove me crazy, there was no way around it. And by crazy, I meant he irritated me beyond belief. A drama queen. A moody prick. And he made me want to do things to him that nice, reserved bookkeepers shouldn't want to do to their bosses. Oh My God. The more outrageous his outbursts, the more I wanted to teach him a lesson – one that involved silk scarves and fetish whips and lots and lots of begging.

I shivered involuntarily as another wave of desire washed over me. How did I get myself into these situations? And why did I enjoy dominating Rick so much? I became another person when I was alone with him. I became so much more confident, so much more sexual, so much more in control. I shifted in my seat, trying and failing to relieve some of the pressure and heat that was steadily building between my legs as the clock moved toward 5 pm. I wondered how Rick would react to some old fashioned discipline that night. He'd been such a bad boy at work all week, a little punishment certainly seemed in order.

When the end of the work day finally arrived, I dawdled over my computer, reading emails and reviewing meeting minutes until Rick appeared at my office door. "Looks like we're the only ones left," he said with a hint of expectation. He was always the cool one, always in control.

"Awesome. Let's go then. You know how to get to my place, right?" A quick nod of affirmation from Rick indicated he knew his way, and so I walked ahead of him down the hall, my long strides leading me to my car in the parking lot before he had made it to the exit of the office building. I'd made everything ready at home prior to leaving that morning, but I still wanted to arrive ahead of him. Twenty minutes later I was unlocking the door to my house and jogging to my room to strip down into my "workout gear" – a black satin teddy, and shiny, knee high black boots. The overall effect was sexy without being too overwhelming. I took a deep breath as a knock sounded at the front door. I knew it was Rick, although I still preferred to check through the peephole to ensure I wasn't about to surprise the mailman or the local Avon representative.

With a smile that was more fitting a spider about to eat a fly than the hostess of a suburban home I greeted Rick at the door, looking him over hungrily as he took off his shoes and walked into my living room. I knew by the expression on his face that he enjoyed looking at me, but by now he knew how to mind his manners and kept his eyes averted and on the floor as he followed me to the spare bedroom at the back of the house. As I walked purposefully over to the dresser and pick up a hairbrush with metal bristles, I looked Rick straight in the eye and said, "You were most unpleasant this week. Step over to the bed."

Remaining ever calm, he strode over to the bed, but his eyes betrayed his unease. "Take off all your clothes, then bend over and spread your legs." Rick did as instructed, and I noted as his pants dropped to the floor that his typically sizeable hard on was absent. He was nervous. The thought of him feeling off balance and out of control delighted me and I absent mindedly began slapping the hairbrush into the palm of my hand, leaving welts where the bristles met skin. I walked over to where Rick's perfect ass now presented itself and realized this was going to be a good night.

Do you know what we do when people misbehave Richard?" When Rick didn't answer immediately, I leaned over him, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling his head up to meet my gaze. "Answer me. What do we do when people misbehave?"

Rick swallowed loudly before answering. "We punish them." 

"Yes Richard, we punish them. Have you been a bad boy this week Richard?"

In a barely audible voice he answered me. "Yes."

"What should I do about that Richard?"

"Punish me." Again, barely audible.

"I beg your pardon Richard? I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"Punish me," he said, louder this time. I let go of his hair and smacked his bare ass with the hairbrush in my hand. To his credit, Rick endured silently for the first few strokes, but as I built up momentum, each beat harder than the one before, he finally cried out, "Enough. Please. That's enough."

"I'll be the judge of when enough is enough. Still, I'm not cruel. I'll put the hairbrush away." I placed the brush back down on the dresser and picked up a red silk scarf in its place. "Now put your hands behind your back." Obediently, Rick did as he was instructed and a moment later his hands were securely bound behind his back. As he turned to face me I was pleased to see he was beginning to sport an impressive hard on. The overall package of this tall, muscular, naked man trussed up and fully erect in front of me was unspeakably sexy. I turned back to the dresser, picked up a length of black satin ribbon and kneeled before Rick, tying his balls together into a single loop and finishing the package with a nice bow that looped around the base of his now throbbing rod. A single drop of precum had leaked from the tip and I impulsively darted my tongue to the slit, noting Rick's sudden intake of breath with satisfaction.

I began to suck his cock in earnest, long, deep strokes that were agonizingly slow. I savoured his fullness, his smooth hardness, and the way he moaned with each stroke from my tongue. I could feel Rick tugging at his restraints, his desire to take control and fuck my throat overpowering all else. I looked up into his face, contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and overriding that, frustration. I slowly stood up, flicked his massive and purpling trussed up cock once with my hand, and told him to lay on the bed. He awkwardly did as instructed, his balls straining as his cock pulled the ribbon tighter. Straddling Rick, I pulled the silken material of my teddy to the side and allowed his thickness to slowly enter my tight pussy, stretching me to the hilt. Leaning back, I played with my nipples through the black fabric, watching as Rick's eyes darkened with frustration. Slowly I rode his cock, allowing the sensations to fill me as I listened to Rick's desperate gasps as he sought release. 

Suddenly inspired I pushed myself up from where I was impaled and moved forward, swiftly straddling Rick's face and grabbing a handful of his hair as I buried his face in my cunt. "Make me cum. Now." And he did. Oh God, how he made me cum. Over and over, as I ground my pussy into Rick's mouth, my cum squirting on his face and pooling in the hollow of his neck, then soaking my bed. Eventually, I reached behind me and tugged the satin ribbon that was now nearly cutting into Rick's flesh, and set his enormous bouncing prick and balls free.

Moments later, sated and exhausted, I pushed myself free of Rick's face, and slid off the bed to stand on the floor beside him. I reached behind Rick and he helpfully rolled to his side, enabling me to untie his hands. Then I proceeded to walk from the room toward the shower. "Hey, where are you going? What about me?" he called out.

"What about you?" I replied. "Consider yourself punished." I continued to walk away and added as an afterthought, "Make sure you lock the door behind you when you leave."



Perhaps Someday



I receive a phone call from a special man, telling me that he is flying into town and would like the pleasure of my company for the evening. I'm flattered and ask him when and where he wants me to meet him. 

"Be ready at 7pm baby, I can't wait to be with you" he says in that rich chocolate voice that makes my coochie tingle.

I ask him for details, where are we going, what are we going to do, he tells me not to worry, just wear something sexy and he would take care of the rest.

Now I'm excited. This Gentleman has been on my mind for a while now and I have been waiting for the opportunity for him to come to me, to spend some time with me. I go to my closet. What shall I wear? I know, basic black, as only I can wear it. I carefully lay out a pair of black silk stockings, a black lace garter belt, black satin corset, a black lace see through blouse, a short black skirt to show off my killer legs, and a nice pair of black four inch pumps with a strap that goes up and wraps around the ankles.

Umm, what fragrance shall I bathe in and lotion in for this night? Marc Jacobs, Opium, Obsession, or something from Bath and Body Works? Should I wear "Moonlight Path" or "Cotton Bloosom?" I'll know once I complete my shower. I jump into the shower, anxious, thinking about him and his touch as the water pulsates against my body. In my minds eye I'm trying to imagine how his lips are going to feel against mine, his body on top of me, his hands slowly roaming all over me. I have to restrain myself from using my shower massage to find a quick orgasmic relief. I want to save all of my orgasms for him.

I dry off and decide to go with the Marc Jacobs. I love the smell and it makes my skin have a sparkle to it. I dress carefully, put on a little makeup and lip gloss, check myself in the mirror and wait for the door bell to ring. It rings at exactly 7pm. I open the door and to my surprise there is a stretch limo with a handsome driver waiting for me. The driver looks me up and down and I see that I did dress appropriately for the occasion. He takes me by my hand, opens the door and I slide inside to find my favorite group The Whispers playing in the background and at least four dozen multicolored roses waiting for me. I like this. I truly like how this evening is beginning. I've got to hand it to him, the man knows how to flatter a woman, flatter me.

I smile as we drive off. I have to give it to this man, he is off to the right start. I love a man who has an eye for detail, knows what I like. My heart is skipping a beat as we start down the Baltimore/Washington Parkway. We soon take the exit going to the Inner Harbor of Baltimore when the limo finally stops at the Hilton. The driver opens the door and offers me his hand. I'm holding at least three dozen of the roses when he slips a card into my hand, bows his head, smiles and leaves.

The card says, "Please do me the honor of coming to Suite 9269." 

Of course with a number with "69" in it, I can't go wrong! I walk into the lobby to the elevator, as fast as I can with 4 inch heels on of course. I press the elevator button to the 9th floor, take a deep breath and wonder what in the world could be waiting for me in Suite 9269. I can feel my pussy starting to twitch, my mouth start to water at the thought of what could be. Damn, why is my heart beating so hard I can feel it in my ears? Is it me, or did it suddenly get hotter inside the elevator? 

"Slow down Girl!" 

I tell myself, he's just a man, this is just a date, nothing more, nothing less. If that's the case why am I so anxious with anticipation? Usually I'm the one surprising men like this, feels funny to have the tables be turned and it's on me.

I step off the elevator, make my way down the hall until I'm in front of the door of the suite. I hear soft music playing behind the door and I wonder just what the hell am I getting myself into. Is this something that I want? Well, it was too late to turn back now, the limo was gone. I knocked softly on the door, my breathing is fast, my heart feeling as if it was skipping a beat or two. I can't sweat, not now! Sweating isn't sexy! I try to make myself laugh, trying to be relax. I'm actually thinking about how to be posing when he opens the door! Is this crazy or what? I'm a grown woman and here I am acting like a scared teenager! Hell if this man has me acting like this now, how the hell am I going to retain my composure when we are together? 

"Relax girl, just be yourself. That's why he's here, he wants you for you." 

With me telling myself this, I begin to relax and just hold the flowers in my arms, like I'm holding a baby, like I'm hold a security blanket. 

He opens the door. Standing there looking oh so good in a three piece black suit, white shirt and tie. He takes me by the hand and leads me into the room, closing the door behind me. Lavender scented candles are burning, the room has a soft romantic glow, the music and the scent is so intoxicating to my senses. He lifts my arm above my head and slowly turns me around, looking me up and down. He smiles, a smile so bright it lights up the room and I can tell that he is pleased by what he sees. He pulls me gently into his arms and gives me one of the warmest hugs that I've ever had. Oh my God it feels good being in his arms. I can feel him smelling my hair, he kisses my neck while he hugs me and that sends a shiver down my spine. He takes my head and tilts it up and slowly kisses my lips! Damn his lips are soft. The kiss sends a jolt of electricity through me and I feel myself getting dizzy from it. Can one drown in a kiss, from a kiss? I do. I can feel him tightening his grip around me, not letting me go and I just give in to him, to the passionate kiss that I'm feeling. I'm melting into this man and I'm loving how it feels. 

Slowly he pulls away, tells me how beautiful I look, how great I smell and how he had been looking forward to spending this night with me. I look around, we are on the top floor, the view of the Inner Harbor is spectacular! Stars and lights are twinkling, the water is calm, beautiful. You can see water and stars for miles from up here. He has ordered room service. There is so much food I can't imagine how the two of us are going to eat it all. I spot my favorites, crab stuffed mushrooms, scallops with penne rice, strawberry and chocolate cheesecakes. There is also broccoli cheese soup, baked potatoes with sour cream and chives, both sirloin and porterhouse steaks, red and white wines, strawberries dipped in chocolate and a bowl of whipped cream on ice. It was perfect, the atmosphere was perfect. Without saying a word, he takes me back into his arms and begins slow dancing with me, the slow jams surrounding us. I lay my head upon his chest and allow myself to be swept away in this moment. If feels so good to be held like this, to be moving along with his body, our bodies swaying to the romantic beat of the music. 

Soon heat is beginning to be generated by the two of us. There is no mistaking the sexual attraction that is being created between us. I look up at him, his gorgeous brown eyes are locked on mine when he bends down and starts kissing me passionately. My hands move up his back, gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. I don't know how, but the next thing I know we are laying down on the bed and this handsome man is above me, kissing my eyes, my lips, my neck. Kissing me and telling me how much he has wanted me, to make love to me and how he was going to make this a night to remember. A night that I will forever remember.

Looking into my eyes, kissing me, he starts to unbutton my blouse. He slowly runs his hands on the outside of my corset and tells me how sexy I am, how turned on I'm making him and how he is going to show me how much. He takes my hand and leads it down to his crotch. I can feel the hardness of his dick through his pants. Oh my! It feels as if he is very, very well hung. As he kisses me, I unzip his pants, free his dick and start stroking it with my hand. I love the feel of a nice thick dick getting hard in my hand, under my touch. He takes my hand, stops me. 

Tells me that no, this night is about me, I'm to just lay back, relax and be pleased for a change. I try to tell him no, but he silences me by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I know now that there will be no arguing. So I just look into the eyes of this handsome man, kiss his lips and smile. He reaches behind me and unzips my skirt. I lift my hips as he pulls it down. He gasps as he sees that I'm not wearing any panties, just the corset, garter and stockings under my clothes. He tells me what a sexy creature I am, and proceeds to climb on top of me, kissing me while his fingers slowly work their way into my hot wet pussy.

His fingers slowly enter me, first one, then the other. He slides his fingers back and forth inside of me, teasing me. He removes his fingers and with me watching him, puts them in his mouth and starts licking them. Then he leans back down and kisses me! I am so turned on! Damn! I've finally met a freak like me! I think he can sense what I'm thinking and does it again, this time he sticks his fingers in my mouth, then kisses me. Damn! What a turn on! I unbutton his shirt, (he has already removed his jacket), remove his tie, unfasten his belt and help him ease out of his pants. I get a chance to see this man in all of his glory, and oh, what a glory he is! 

I love the look of a man when he is naked, especially when he has a nice ass and thick thighs. He returns to me, takes my hands in his and places them above my head. He starts sniffing me, smelling me from my head down to my breasts. He stops and begins to lick then suck on my nipples, I can feel them get hard between his teeth. He kisses his way down my body, kissing my belly, my thighs. He removes my shoes, kisses my toes, then lifts my leg and kisses my ankle, my calf, behind my knee. He kisses and licks up the inside of my thigh, I can feel myself getting wetter as his hot breath approaches my coochie, I can feel the hear rising. I tremble as he softly blows his warm breath on my throbbing clit.

I gasp and moan as that talented tongue of his starts licking me slowly. I mean this man licks my pussy like a kitten lapping up a bowl of cream. And I can feel myself creaming all over his tongue. He doesn't miss a spot, licks down low all the way up to the top of my pussy, just like I like it. And he moans into my pussy while he's licking it! I love that! It lets me know that he is really enjoying himself. Not just in it to please me, but how he is enjoying me, my scent, my taste, my moans. I feel my pulse quicken as he tells me between licks how sweet I taste, how long he has waited to taste me. Then he proceeds to get comfortable, lifts my thighs in the air, opens my pussy wide and licks me deeper! 

The orgasms keep coming and coming. Yet he doesn't stop. He keeps licking and sucking and drinking me until I feel as if I've passed out, been revived and passed out again. He licks me using one finger, sometimes two fingers, making his tongue go deep inside me. I feel like he is consuming me, drinking me, licking me like he's a starving man and I'm the last meal that he will ever have. I lose all track of time while this man is working his oral magic on me. I can't believe that more than an hour has passed and this man does not appear to be slowing down. He reminds me of a bear with honey, just taking his time, savoring me. 

I try to find my voice, to tell him to please, let me feel is dick inside of me, to stroke me, but my throat is so dry from all of the screaming that I've done that I can't make words. He must have sensed my situation, read my mind, for I laugh as he doesn't miss a beat, goes over, pours me a glass of ice water, hands it to me, kisses my lips softly and goes back to licking my coochie. I take a few sips, my throat burning because it's so dry, then once I find my voice, I ask him to please stroke me. Please let me feel his dick inside me, I want him to stroke me slow and deep.

The look in my eyes must have told him that I didn't need to ask twice. He climbs on top of me, holding my hands in his, he kisses me deeply, slowly. My legs which feel like rubber, begin to wrap around his waist. With one gentle, slow, push, I feel his hard dick enter me. I almost bite his tongue as his dick hits the bottom of my pussy. I start panting hard as his hips start a slow grind, his dick sliding in and out of me, loosening me up, stretching me out.

Oh my God this man feels so good inside of me! And he is saying the same, how good it feels to be stroking my pussy, how wonderful it feels. The feelings have no words. It's almost as if not only our bodies, but our souls are blending into each other. I don't know where I end and he begins, it just feels as if we are one. My mind, my body, my soul has entered a higher plan of reality. One where the physical and sexual body is being so stimulated that the senses could become overwhelmed! This man is making love not only to my body, but to my mind and my soul. I'm feeing sensations that I've never felt before, feelings that are coming from a place that I didn't know existed. 

Our bodies are joined together, our rhythms increase together. I can feel the heat rising between us, it is intense, our bodies covered in sweat, sweet smelling sweat of two people who are loving each other. Not just having sex, but truly getting into each other. He reaches under me, grabbing my ass, pushing himself deeper and deeper into me. He grunts and groans as he pounds himself harder and faster into me. I see the intensity and determination on his face. I tell him to go ahead, bust that nut, but he says no, not without me and with that he grinds into me harder, faster, more intensely. I want him to cum, he wants me to cum, we want us to come. And before I know anything the most powerful orgasms that I've ever had hits me! Hits me hard! I hear screaming in the distance and I'm surprised to find that it is me! 

Waves upon waves of orgasms are hitting me from every angle of my being. I feel the hot wetness of his cum as it hits deep inside my womb, he growls as he begins to cum, holding me tighter, biting my neck, which makes me have a more powerful orgasm as he holds me tight. His dick throbs, pulsates, twitches inside of me and I squeeze my pussy around it, milking it, feeling it getting hard again, grow longer inside me. Damn this man has stamina!

He strokes me slowly this time, we both just taking our time, enjoying the passion, the heat, the physical presence of our bodies. Fingers intertwined, legs wrapped together, eyes locked on each other, lips softly touching, tongues teasing each other. To feel his soft moist skin under my fingertips, to feel his hands as they roam over my thighs, under my ass, it is the touching that is so sensuous. After a few more hours and countless orgasms, we finally decide to come up for air and have something to eat. I am famished! Amazing how a workout can create an appetite! And he had all of my favorites just waiting for me. I smile a shy smile, I can't believe the intensity of the lovemaking that we just did. 

It feels so right with this man, so comfortable being with him. I smile because as old as I am, I'm feeling like a schoolgirl right about now, like I'm high on a cloud. Not quite in love, but damn near close to it. I can't look at him, I just can't. I cut up my food and eat it. He lifts my head up, looks into my eyes and tells me that I'm a very beautiful woman and how he had been waiting for a very long time to make love to me. He asks me if I was disappointed with anything that he has done so far. 

"Disappointed?" I say, "Darling, everything is perfect, you are perfect."

He asks me why I couldn't look at him. I tell him that it isn't him, it's me. 

"I haven't ever been with a man who made me feel so special and I don't know how to take it." 

I answer. He lifts my chin, looks at me with those soft brown eyes and tells me 

" Baby, just accept it as it is, don't question it."

My heart skips a beat as he stands up, comes towards me, he takes me by the hand and takes me into his arms. We start swaying to the music, no words being spoken, he removes my bathrobe, then his and pulls me closer to him. Ummmm, the feel of his skin against mine. The strength that I feel in his arms, his shoulders. I allow my hands to roam down his back and to his ass, gripping those nice ass cheeks then to feel the power in his thighs. I love a man with a nice ass and thick thighs. I love a man who knows how to hold me, hold me close, hold me tight. It feels like hours have passed and I'm still being held in his arms, slow dancing to the music, the beautiful aroma of scented candles surrounding us. 

He starts kissing my forehead, then my eyes, then finally my lips. Damn, this man has the softest lips I've ever tasted. And I love the way that his lips feel against mine. I love a good, no a great kisser and this man is it! The kisses are deep, passionate, makes my knees weak, makes my head spin. I feel myself just melting into this man, and his strength as he holds me up, walks me over to the bed, and gently lays me down. Kissing my neck, talking softly into my ear, damn this man is good and makes me want him all the more. I try to sit up, I want to please him for a change, but he tells me again, no, that this is just for me, all about me. I want to resist, refuse, but when he inserts his tongue into my mouth, I don't stand a chance.



Perhaps with a Vampire



He snuck to her side as she slept. So quietly, carefully trying not to wake her. She lay there away in some fare off land dreaming what she dared only to dream. He hated to wake her so peace full and still. Her breath escaping her body with such grace only to return. His eyes then softly ran over the skin on her shoulder, just peeking out from under the covers. That skin that reminded him always of silk. And then, her long flowing hair draped across her pillow. Oh how he longed to run his fingers threw her golden hair.

He could no longer resist the pull of her body. Every inch aching to be caressed by his strong hands. He pulled back the covers to join her. Her body releasing a shiver as the cold air startled her subtle back. She was nude as he expected. He smiled to him self enjoying this confirmation. He pulled close to her and puled the covers over him self. He kissed her neck gently. She was beginning to awake now very slowly. Not yet conches she leaned her head away from him offering him more of her neck. He graciously accepted it. He kissed from the base or her ear down her neck to the place where her shoulder fell to her arm.

He ran his fingers along the skin of her arm all the way to her wrist. Bringing Goosebumps to her perfect skin. Then he spread his fingers running them down her hand till each of his finger tips met with one of hers. Then lacing his fingers between hers. With such care and hunger he bit the center of her neck, so gently. He must remember what he is. He could feel the life of the one thing he loved most in this world threw his tender lips. Pulsating teasing his teeth to bite harder. But he will not, he releases her neck reluctantly. Turning her on to her back to gaze at her tender lips. Part of a face awake yet still dreaming. He kisses them softly. But even as his lips pull from hers he knows he must kiss her again. This kiss is greeted by her kiss to join it sensing that she is becoming more aware he deepens the kiss. As he pulls away her lips move to speak.

"Paul?" His name is dreamily spoken. He puts a finger to her mouth silently telling her to hush now.

"Yes" He says no more but begins to kiss her again and again it is deeper and more passionate than the one before. His lips then leave a trail of kisses down the side of her chin leading to her breasts. He slowly takes one nipple in to his mouth as he cradles the other in his hand. He allows his tongue to circle the tip feeling as it hardens in his mouth. He begins pinching on the nipple in his hand. Then unable to refrain he bites the one in his mouth. Not to hard but not so softly ether.

A sigh of pleasure escapes her lips just loud enough for only him to here. She is fully awake now but over whelmed by erotic desire she fully succumbs to him. His more than ever now. More than she has ever been anyone's. Belonging more to him than she has ever belonged to even her self. She reaches for his head tangling her fingers threw his hair it's her tern to give him Goosebumps. She pulls his lips from her breast to her lips desiring another kiss. He throws the covers off of them with his first fast movement of the night. Then slowly again he brings his hand to meet with hers on his head. Then as she slowly lets her hand fall dragging it across his cheek bone then across his lips, he lets his hand wander down her arm over her shoulder along her side finding rest on her hip.

He then pulls his body away from hers just far enough to see her whole body. Moving his head he looks at it all memorizing it. Memorizing the way her smooth legs giddied his eyes, the way her pussy looked hiding under her thin bush. Even now he knew it was ready, but not yet ready enough. He memorized the stomach she wished she could forget, the way her chest moved with ever breath and every beat of her tender heart. And then her face the supple lips of her mouth and the look in her eyes that told him her heart as well as all the rest was his and his alone. Again he smiled to him self but this time it was pride. She was more than enough to be proud of. Perhaps not everyone thinks so but he does and that's enough. Again he was drawn to bite her neck.

He slowly obliged the aching thirst in his mouth. But upon hearing her quietly moan he realized this bite was a bit farther from gentile than he had intended. He released her neck afraid he may begin to bite to hard. After all his hunger for her was growing stronger with every passing moment. He decided to feed another hunger to distract from the former. He allowed his hand to creep between her legs as he slithered his body down hers. As he did this he felt his shirt being removed. He could not figure out when she had unbuttoned it but all the same she had and now it was now slipping from her fingers to the floor. This left his chest to feel her ample breasts slide up his chest as he slid down her body. He loved the way that felt so he slid up and down once more, this time even slower.

He slid his hand under her to hold her soft round ass as he lowered his lips to hers gently he liked from her precious little opening that was already dripping with her lust for him all the way up past her clitoris and out again. He likes to taste her juices as they flow from her preparing her for the gift that god gave him and he now shares with only her. He then repeated this adding just enough pressure as he went over her clitoris, causing her to twitch with pleasure. He then begins to play with it biting it lightly and sucking it hard. Rolling his tongue around it and flicking over it. She is now subtly and some times no so subtly bucking her hips in pleasure. She then grabs his head by his hair bringing it to her eye level.

"I want you now." she whispers as she releases his hair.

"Then perhaps you shall have me, but not yet." He says and proceeds to kiss her deeply. He then slides a finger in to her wiggling it around within her. Feeling how so very wet she is. And oh so warm. How he longs to slip inside her to love her so thoroughly... but no not yet. So he simply slips another finger in. And leaning back he begins sliding them in and out faster and faster as deep and hard as he can until she shouts. Leaving his fingers deep within her he leans back over her again. He moves his thumb to rube her clitoris then moves to kiss her, but slides to the side his cheek caressing hers, and he bites. This time beginning to forget the danger of biting her to hard, but not yet biting her to hard. He slowly removes his hand from her pussy wile still biting her to remove his pants. Not able to resist the pleasure of taking her any longer. Bringing her feet to his shoulders he enters her. Finally taking what is his. He begins moving slowly. Savoring the feeling of moving in and out of her. Feeling every inch every millimeter within her. Then unable to resist he speeds up feeling her body embracing his, yearning for all he can give. So he gives it all. Hearing her moans of pleasure erupting from deep within her and her desire escaping in small heavy sighs.

And then a scream - the sign he had waited for. He releases flowing life in to her burst after burst. With out even thinking he bites her hard, very hard. This time casing her to bite back. He collapses upon her tiered. Then he realizes she's biting him. He tries to pull away but is to week it is to late. He senses the taste of blood upon his lips, her blood, as he becomes that which he could not resist.