4 comments/ 42987 views/ 7 favorites Spontaneous Combustion By: Boadicea Circe was, in every respect, the modern woman. She was unmarried, working successfully in a male dominated profession, and had a stern, take-no-bullshit attitude mitigated by quick, though sometimes filthy sense of humour. She stood a mere five feet six inches, with a long slender build she was confident enough about not to trouble with her appearance. She walked the streets every day in tight jeans, a black leather jacket and boots, and a fitted tank top. Her piercing brown eyes and graceful, efficient gait were more than enough to draw the attention of passers by. She was, in every respect, a challenge to the modern man, who faced society's restrictions on human aggression, and the effects of increasingly effeminate male fashions. Circe was a private eye, and she was far from perfect. With her take-no-bullshit attitude came a temper as volatile as Mother Nature, and a stubborn streak a mile wide. She operated her business in connection with several of Montreal's law firms, who had those such as herself handy to provide information in divorce cases, and the occasional lawsuit. It wasn't the most ethical of professions, nor the most exciting, but it was ideal for someone with her unique talents who didn't care for the discipline of the police or military. As far as she was concerned, Circe was living the good life... except for one thing... "I'M FUCKING HORNY!" she exclaimed, popping a brownie into her mouth. "Oh come off it!" Crown Prosecutor Dea Ricci retorted snatching the bag from her friend's clutching hands. The two had been thick as thieves since University. "What's that supposed to mean?" Circe demanded. "I mean you sound like a fucking stereotype! 'Look at me, I'm the modern woman, but I still need cock! I need cock real bad!'" Dea said in a singsong voice, moving her lips into a mock pout, "Isn't that vibrator of yours doing any good?" "Yes, yes the rabbit's WONDERFUL, but we BOTH know it's not the same. Vibrators don't come with foreplay" "Hmpf! Neither do most men!" Dea replied irritably. "Says the woman who's happily engaged to a guy who can make her come, what is it? Fifteen times a night?" Circe asked, pointing to the massive rock on Dea's finger. Dea grinned and sighed contentedly, "Okay, so I got lucky." "Lucky is not the word. How many women in this city can brag that the man of their dreams fell into their lap the second they decided they were available?" "That's beside the point. Look if you're so sex starved, why not grab some random guy and fuck him?" Circe sighed with irritation, "I don't work that way... and besides, I've been so busy lately the only men I meet are lawyers, cops, and jealous husbands." "So...why not one of them?" "Oh please. I get paid to deal with lowlifes. I don't fuck them... Hell, even if I wanted to, no man would ever touch me no thanks to Howard Somma." "The lawyer from Laurier and Rosenberg?" "Yeah. We dated for a few months a while back. It didn't work out because he was too needy AND bad in the sack." "I remember; what about him?" "Well, he started going to the gym where I train." "The one where all the cops and security guards hang out?" "Yeah, well, he's now a regular there. After we broke up, he told everybody that the only guy that could ever date me would have to beat me in a fight." "Why not switch gyms?" Circe groaned and looked heavenward. "Because it's damn near impossible to find a gym willing to put a punching bag up. Most gyms have those stupid machines and aerobics classes. Besides, I know the owner; it'd break the old guy's heart to find out I'd switched." "You are such a softie." "Maybe." "So why not just lose the next fight on purpose?" "First of all, half the guys there are terrified of me. You can see it in their eyes," she said, her eyes widening in mock horror. "Because of what you did to Somma?" Circe smiled slowly, remembering how she literally 'kicked' him out of her apartment. "The other half are the type 'who don't hit girls'. Anybody else is usually looking for a fight, and I HATE losing. With my training, I toss them around without thinking. I haven't had sex in over a year thanks to that son of a bitch!" "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I haven't a clue what to tell you. Maybe I can get Bruce to set you up with one of his friends," Circe smiled and tossed Dea the box of Godiva chocolates she'd been hiding. Dea dove for it instantly. "If he's half the man Bruce is, set it up. But NO basket cases; I want to get laid, not spend two fucking hours talking about FEELINGS." she said with a grimace. "Huh?" Dea had been too busy savouring the chocolates. She was a perfectly rational human being most of the time, but with 'Aunt Flo' in town plaguing her with cramps and mood swings, her body needed chocolate, and her dear friend was always willing to provide. "Did you hear a word of what I said?" "Yeah, yeah! Big dick, no basket cases, no lover boys—" "I never specified a size!" "You meant one. Tomorrow night, seven thirty, Typhoon lounge, sound good?" "Yeah, sure," Circe said, zipping up her boots and throwing her knapsack over her shoulder. "Where you going?" "The gym. The frustration's got to come out somewhere," she winked, and with a two finger salute, she bid her friend goodnight. The gym was empty that night. On Friday nights, most of the regulars were cruising the bars or at home with their wives and girlfriends. The only other person at the gym was the guy at the desk; a tall man of about thirty with mahogany brown hair and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. He was at least six three, with broad muscular shoulders, and strong arms. "Where's Charlie?" she asked. Charlie was the gym's owner; a sweet old ex boxer, who'd always considered her a 'nice girl' despite her unladylike tendencies. The man smiled, making his masculine, almost patrician features, seem boyish. Circe didn't smile back. "He's taking his wife out to dinner: their fortieth anniversary. I'm Tom, he asked me to fill in," he said, offering his hand. Circe shook it briefly, momentarily surprised by its strength and grace. He was, she decided, a little too good looking for comfort. "Circe," she replied. A ball buster, he thought, sizing her up, and a beauty at that. Her jacket couldn't hide soft breasts, just big enough to fit a man's hands, and a torso he'd bet was slightly toned with muscle. Her eyes were so dark, the color was impossible to tell, and her lips, tight as they were, were deliciously full. Her skin was the colour of rich honey, and her long, pin straight chestnut hair was tied neatly to the back of her head. There was something about the way she looked at him, interest combined with more than a little contempt, that made him want to bait her. But he didn't, he simply handed her a key. "Enjoy your workout," was all he said. "Ok then," she replied with a sarcastic lift of her brows, and headed to the locker room, and then to the punching bag. Circe always believed that the line between sex and violence was paper thin. As her wrapped fists and long legs beat her frustration into the bag in front of her, she dreamed of the man who could finally take her on. As a woman who took martial arts classes the way some women collected shoes, she was more than qualified to deal with the average man. Although she resented her ex for ruining her chances with the men she worked and trained with, she knew that on some level, he was right. A guy who couldn't take her on was worth no more than a night, because she'd never respect him. She worked the bags for over an hour. With every blow, she felt herself grow stronger. As sweat built between her shoulder blades and her fists bloodied beneath her wraps, she hit harder, and faster. Violence, she thought, was just as addictive as sex, and when tapping into its power, it was just as easy to lose control. Circe was so immersed in what she was doing that she barely noticed when Tom touched her. Her body registered it before she did, and she reacted instantly. In three strategic, lightning fast blows, Circe sent him to the mat. Tom had parried and fought back, but at the time, she'd been too fast. She stood above him, arms at her sides, her sweaty tank top plastered to her chest. With him on the mat, and her above him, they stared at each other, breathing heavily, Tom's blue eyes bearing into the darkness of her own. He was shirtless now, and his lean, muscular chest heaved as he watched her. His eyes skimmed her body briefly; then he smiled and leaped gracefully to his feet. With the two of them standing face to face, Circe involuntarily took his scent deep into her lungs. He smelled of sweat and man, with the slightest hint of whatever cologne he wore. She responded instinctively when he attacked, manoeuvring her slender body just out of the range of his fist. She kicked at him, and Tom caught her leg with a smile. For the first time, Circe smiled back, and with an elegant leap, kicked him in the chest with her free leg. The blow loosened his grip, but it sent Circe to the mat. She jumped to her feet instantly, but his darting attacks matched her careful evasions. She landed a solid blow to his stomach, and he responded with a kick to her side. She punched him in the ribs as his knuckles grazed her jaw. Circe kicked him in the side, and her knee snapped her calf upward to kick him in the head. This time, however, Tom was ready for her. He ducked as her lower leg came up, grabbing her torso and taking out her supporting leg. She fell onto her back on the mat, with him kneeling above her, holding her leg against his shoulder. Once again, they stared at each other, their bodies glistening with sweat, their heaving breathing forcing them to take in each other's scent. They both knew what the other wanted, and neither was in any position to deny it. Slowly, Tom released her leg and let it slide carefully along his shoulder, his arm, his hip, until it rested beside his leg as he knelt above her. "Well," Circe said uneasily, swallowing slowly. She knew what she was craving, what was it about this man that made her want to run? Not wanting to spend too much time on analysis, she braced her hands against the mat and began edging away from him. Tom smiled as Circe nervously wet her lips and stuttered something about having to leave. With infinite patience, he took hold of both her wrists, and, with one hand, pinned them firmly to the mat above her head. As he lowered his strong, hard body to hers, any thoughts of leaving vanished. All she could smell was Tom. All she could see was the lust in his eyes, and all she could hear was their heavy breathing. All she could feel was the hardness of his muscles and the erection pressed against her. They lay there for what seemed like an eternity. Tom seemed to be waiting for something, but she couldn't tell what. With a moan, she thrust her head up the few inches it took to take his mouth in a kiss that was as pleading as it was hungry. Tom responded instantly, taking a sharp bite out of her lower lip before kissing her once more. Circe gasped at the rush of lust, and her sharp breath allowed him to deepen the kiss, giving her his tongue to suck. He kissed her long and hard and deep, until her soft, slender body was arching against him, begging for more primitive contact. Without releasing her wrists, he slid to her side, giving him the freedom explore her body with his free hand. She gasped as his hand slid over breast, and Tom found himself smiling as her nipple hardened under his palm. Slowly, he worked his way down to the hem of her tank top, tossed it upward and ripped her bra aside. Circe hissed at the violence of the act, and Tom smiled wider. She moaned as he moved on top of her, rubbing his chest against her nipples. Her body pressed more firmly to his as he released her wrists, slowly moving his mouth from her lips to her throat. He slid his lips and tongue over the sensitive area before biting her firmly. His mouth slid lower, nipping at her collarbone and the base of her throat. Circe opened her eyes and found him watching her face as he touched her, sliding his tongue down her chest and over her nipples. He licked each one slowly, as though savouring a lollypop, before taking one in his mouth and sucking violently. "Oh God!" she gasped, and as she arched her back, he eased his hand into her pants, and slid his fingers deep inside her. She came instantly, her muscles tightening on his fingers as her hips rocked under his probing hand, her eyes tearing from the pleasure. It had been too damn long! As hungry as she, Tom withdrew his fingers. In three quick moves, he stripped her shorts and underwear off, tore his pants open and slid between her thighs. Grabbing both her hands, he braced them on either side of her head and stilled, his long, rock hard cock resting between her legs. Braced above her, his furred, muscular chest flush against her breasts, he waited. He waited until her dark, piercing eyes met his. "Tell me." was all he said. Tom wanted her badly, but he wanted to hear it first. He had to hear what women who wiped the floor with men regularly would never say: that single, solitary admission of need. That confession that beneath all the ice and brutality beat the heart of someone fully human. Someone who felt fires as deep as the one he felt for her now. He needed it, and she wanted him too badly. "I want you," she said at last, "I want you so badly I'll go insane if I don't have you." That was all he needed. Sinking his teeth into her neck, Tom slid deep inside her; stretching her; filling her. It had been a long time since she'd had sex. A year and a half was too long to go without, and she was so wet, so ready, there was no pain, only a rush as he rotated his hips, withdrew and thrust again. With her arms pinned on either side of her head, she couldn't scratch his back or grab his ass. She could only moan and lift her hips to communicate how she wanted him. Slow, hard, and deep, a rhythm that told her in all its intensity what she'd been missing. That feeling of being lost in your lover, lost in the moment, and a slave to instincts other than violence. It was in Circe's power to let go, for the man above her was completely in control. She came violently, screaming into his mouth as he kissed her deeply. As she quaked under him, he continued that slow, maddening rhythm, causing her legs to tighten around his hips, silently pleading that he move faster. But Tom was in no rush, and as her inner muscles squeezed him desperately, his thrusts became harder, but didn't increase in speed. Circe moaned, her muscles clenching around him in another orgasm. She couldn't take it anymore. With a grunt of frustration, she tore her hands from his to rake them down his back. Planting her foot on the mat, she thrust herself on top of him, sliding her hands down his muscular chest as she moved to the rhythm she needed. Looking down at him, she smiled and nipped at his lips, but his hand came up and pulled her back down to him, devouring her with lips and teeth and tongue as she rocked on top of him. She felt him smile against her mouth, and suddenly she was on her back again, and his thrusts were faster, deeper than before. "Oh dear God" she gasped as he moved his mouth from hers to greedily bite at her neck. He pulled her hips higher into the air as he fucked her, reaching that spot deep inside her that made the world disappear. Grabbing his head with both hands, she kissed him as she came once more, her teeth digging into his lip so hard she drew blood. The taste of his blood made her all the wilder, and she came with a scream as he grew larger, thrusting so deep she could only claw at him as he made his final thrusts and held, collapsing on top of her. Circe never knew what to say to a man after sex. She laid beneath him, breathing heavily, her inner muscles still clasping at his now softening erection, and she'd never felt so alive. They lay there for several minutes, neither one wanting to move. But necessity always gets us in the end, and as Tom slowly lifted himself off her, he found himself smiling. He felt amazing. Without a word, they pulled their sweat slick bodies apart and headed to the showers. Spontaneous combustion, Circe thought as she towelled off and bandaged her knuckles. With a contented sigh and rueful smile, she pulled on her jeans and tank top, zipped up her boots and packed her knapsack. Shrugging into her jacket, she glossed her lips and threw her bag over her shoulder. She nodded at him as she headed towards the door, making every effort to ignore him. "Hey," he called to her. In spite of herself, she looked back at him. She knew he'd be smiling at her. He stood there, looking as good as ever wearing nothing but blue jeans, a fluffy white towel draped over his shoulders, his dark hair tousled from the shower. "Same time tomorrow night?" Circe couldn't help smiling now. She shook her head as though questioning her sanity, and then with a wink, she said "You're on." and walked out. Pulling her cell phone from her jacket pocket, she called Dea and told her to cancel her date. She had other plans. Spontaneous Combustion Note from Jake Rivers: This is my sixth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Country & Western song and the fifth on songs by Merle Haggard. The current invitational is based on any song written or performed by Willie Nelson. Regards, Jake Jake Rivers invited me to his latest invitational and here is my attempt. Please let me know how I did. Willie Nelson has written many great songs, performed a great many more written by others, and in each one he's made it his own in his way. The following story is part of a series. This story is the beginning of larger things, things that can happen and, like a chain of events that get going, sometimes unstoppable. The song I chose is "To make a Long Story Short, She's Gone." "To Make A Long Story Short She's Gone I see nothing to be gained by explanations No need to try to say who's right or who was wrong No need to enter into lengthy dissertations To make a long story short she's gone I won't attempt to explain the things that happened To put in words why she's not here would take too long And it's all too far beyond the realm of understanding To make a long story short she's gone The way you look at me you don't believe she loved me But she once loved me with a love so sweet and strong I won't try to give the reasons why I miss her so To make a long story short she's gone To make a long story short she's gone" Thank you, Willie Nelson for writing and performing this song. Thank you, Jake for the invitation to play in your invitational. Thank you reader for putting up with this man's writing efforts. She stood waiting patiently for the hotel clerk to finish coding her room key card. Actually it was a key card for her husbands room, but he was unaware she was at the hotel... yet. Flying all morning, having to rent a car and then driving directly to the client's office to spend four hours troubleshooting their system had taken it out of Danielle. Tired as she was, she knew she had some work still ahead of her before she could take a long awaited shower. She thought back to last week and the conversation she'd had with her husband of four years. "Bored" He'd said. "I'm bored with our so-called sex life. There's no spontaneity any more. We've become our parents and we haven't even been married that long." "What would you want to do to fix that honey? What is it you're asking me?" "Well, I'd like to have us doing different things once in a while. Just getting in bed and me getting on top, pumping for a bit and then finishing... just ain't cutting it anymore." His look was one of distraction, which bothered Danielle more than she could say. He could barely pay attention to her during this important discussion? If it was so damned important, why couldn't Robert look her in the eye and pay attention to her? He thought she was the problem? Really? "What do you suggest then Robert? Trying different ways? Different rooms? What?" She tried... wanting to somehow show Robert that she was willing to try to fire up their sex life too. She'd also felt like they were in a rut, so she was open to suggestions. "I don't know Danielle. If you have to ask, then we have larger problems than either of us thought." She shook her head negatively as she remembered, unaware of the outward motion. She remembered his statement and knew that the problem was not hers alone. 'No... I'm not going there again. It's much too late for that now.' She thought. Her eyes fell on the clerk who was giving her a strange look. "What?" She hoped she didn't look as confused as she felt. She'd missed something he'd said she supposed. "Here's your key card Ma'am. He's on the sixteenth floor, room 1618. Enjoy your stay. Would you like someone to carry your suitcase for you?" "No... I'm fine... really. Thank you." As the doors closed, she leaned tiredly against the elevator wall while she quickly and smoothly traveled up to her floor. 'I'm amazed that things have ended up as they have. It will be interesting to see what Robert says when I talk to him though.' Her thoughts jumped around and landed on her husband. She wasn't angry any more. Actually, she was too jet-lagged and tired to even try to think straight. As she approached the room she saw something sticking half under the door. She used the key card and opened the door, bending down as it swung open, she picked up the card, one of the 'do not disturb' signs. She hung it on the outside door handle, thinking that her husband had placed it on the outer doorknob. Since her vision picked up where things in the room were, she didn't bother with the front light. She stopped at the desk near the TV center, she glanced at the over crowded desk. "Damn, this looks like an advertising mans' dream world." Her voice cut through the silence in the room. She noted some things piled near the ashtray, she picked them up as she absently walked towards the clear table in the corner of the room. Longingly she looked at the bed before sighing. "If I don't get ready now I'll be too busy later to get it done right." Again, her voice was loud in the silent room. Her suitcase behind her, its handle extended upright, had a slight desire to fall over due to the weight of the clothes it held within, so she moved it closer to the bed letting it lean onto the inviting mattress. She set her briefcase on the table top moving the lone ashtray to one side. Several books of matches and some business cards were nearby and she picked them up reading with undisguised curiosity. Her briefcase opened with one hand as she tossed the match books into the case as she removed a couple of things at the same time. On the desk she placed the manila envelope, face up. She moved over looking closely until her eyes fixed on one small object. She picked it up and rolled it around her fingers lost in thought feeling its weight. She moved back over to the table and sat in the high-backed comfortable looking chair that begged her to get off her feet. She took another item out of her briefcase and as she leaned back she closed her eyes. 'Only for a moment.' She thought. 'I just need to rest my eyes for a moment.' Later she became aware of voices in the hallway, just outside her room door. She set up, ready for anything but not sure what was going to happen now. Her hands busy in her lap working buttons furiously. The door opened suddenly and two bodies moved in. A man and a woman were silhouetted in the hall light, embracing each other as they maneuvered awkwardly in. The woman's hand shot out clicking the front light switch and light flooded a large portion of the room. The corner where Danielle sat was still in semi-darkness. Danielle could hear the moans, the kissing noises, and the heavy breathing coupled with soft laughter. The laughter was one of desire... anticipation. A third body came up behind the woman and hugged her from behind as the man in front reached up untying the one strand of cloth that held her slinky silk dress from falling. Pulling the string, it came untied, allowing the dress to puddle at her feet. She was naked underneath save for the garter belt and stockings she wore. The man behind her was nuzzling her neck, kissing and sucking her apparent soft skin while his hands came up from her sides, cupping her breasts and his fingers pinched her nipples. The man in front still had his lips pressed against hers, and one of his hands drifted between her legs and cupped her bare and obviously wet pussy. She moaned through his lips, desire sounding like a deep throated growl. Danielle was silent, sitting in the chair in the dark corner. Looking in her lap she picked up her cell phone. She hit a speed dial number and suddenly the cell phone on the desk next to the ashtray began to obnoxiously chirp. The man in front of the other woman broke free and turned to glare at the desk, until he saw what was making the irritating noise. "Damn... it's my phone. Hang on a second. It might be important...Oh wait a second... it's my wife... Mrs. Spontaneous." The woman snickered and the man behind her, still holding her breasts and nipples with lustful passion laughed out loud. "Shhhh! I have to answer this." Danielle closed her phone, cutting off the call before the man could pick up his phone. She then placed the camera that was in her other hand into the briefcase. The man shrugged as his phone quit ringing, but then his eyes were attracted to something nearby. "What the..." His confusion was apparent. "Hey, are these your rings Amanda?" Amanda, standing now with the other man slipping his fingers in and out of her pussy glanced over at the desk. "Nope. I have mine on. You all know I'm married so why would I take them off? What's that they're lying on?" The man's attention was drawn to where Amanda pointed. Picking up the brown envelope he opened it up pulling the papers it contained out into the light. Meanwhile Danielle leaned over and picked up the small recorder, putting it in her pocket. Standing she closed her brief case after placing her camera back inside. The clicking of the briefcase being latched caused two of the three people to look into the dark corner. It was noticeable that they couldn't quite make out the woman at all. They heard the noises but couldn't see what or who made them. Danielle was just a shadow that moved. Grabbing the handle of her suitcase Danielle moved over into the light, next to the desk. The man standing there was frozen with his back to her, as if he'd been physically hit with some kind of paralyzing force. "Hello Robert. I see that you've finally got back to your room. What, were you not expecting me? Am I the last thing on earth you ever expected to see here... now?" Reaching past him, she picked up her rings and then she set her briefcase down on top of her suitcase that she'd spun to lean against her leg for the moment. Taking his left hand in hers, she pulled it up so his palm was face up. Placing her rings and his ring that had been in the ashtray with the business cards, in the palm of his hand she pressed his fingers around them. Leaning in close she whispered in his ear... "Is this spontaneous enough for you Robert?" With that she grabbed her briefcase and suitcase and walked out of the room, boldly pushing past the other man and the naked woman. As she came between them she suddenly laughed. "Isn't Robert a winner? Didn't I pick a real winner for a husband?" Looking with an intenseness that could be felt, she focused on their left hands. Coldly looking into their eyes she continued. "Looks like your spouses picked some real winners too. Imagine that." With that, she was out of the room and gone, leaving the door wide open in her wake. The stunned silence in the room was finally broken by a lone voice crying out. "Wait... please Danielle, I can explain. It isn't really what it looked like. PLEASE!" He came into the hall in a panic only to see the elevator doors closing. Racing to them he punched the button several times as the light above indicated the elevator dropping to the ground floor. Sinking down he began to cry deep shuddering sobs, folded on his knees, lost and alone. Two heads appeared out of the open doorway, both with shocked looks. The woman, still naked suddenly shivered and pulled her arms tightly around herself and she disappeared from view. A few minutes went by and she stepped out of the room, back in her dress, and went up to the man still kneeling by the elevator door. "Come on Robert. You need to get to your room. You're not going to catch up with her and she seems to already be prepared for this anyway." He allowed himself to be led by the woman into his room. As the door closed the other man could be seen walking quickly down the hallway, evidently going to his room. It appeared that the party was over for this night at least. In the lobby the clerk looked up to see the woman coming out of the elevator, and he briefly wondered what was wrong now? "Is there something I can do for you Ma'am?" "Yes. Could you call me a cab, I need to go to the airport." "Oh... you aren't going to be staying after all?" "No, my business is complete now. Thank you." "Was your husband surprised?" "Very. He's said in the past that I'm not very spontaneous, but I think I surprised him tonight. Very much so, thank you for your help." In the room Amanda had gotten Robert to the bed and set him down. She was now looking at the papers on top of the desk. 'Divorce action' was the title on the first page. It looked very formal and legal. The pictures underneath it told a far more serious story. A sharp chill ran down her spine when she saw herself in those photographs, along with four other men and Robert and Mary Beth. They were also named on the paper work as well. With a stab of fear she realized that she was in dire trouble too. Matter of fact, they were all in trouble now. Sitting down next to the man she began to cry along with him. Her eyes caught on the rings on her left hand. It didn't look like such a great night now after all. One year later as Robert was walking into his new place of employment he ran into a former co-worker. "Robert... you doing okay? How's Danielle? I do hope you two worked things out." Robert looked at him trying to decide how to answer the questions. How was he? Not good. He missed his ex-wife more than he could explain, even to himself. He'd messed up and having done so even he knew that he wouldn't have taken him back either. He still remembered that night in the hotel... his surprise at finding the divorce papers and then Danielle in his room. Amanda and them all but doing it in front of her. The way Danielle had mentioned his thoughts about her spontaneity and his wishing he'd never done what he'd done. It hurt. Lord how it hurt. How was Danielle? He didn't know... hadn't seen her in months. He'd heard that she was dating some guy that worked in the Information Systems division at another company. Word was that she was holding all others at a distance, not wanting to get too involved. She'd changed. He'd changed her... in a very real and negative way. Did they work things out? Sort of. They'd gotten divorced, he was paying Danielle alimony, he'd given up the home they'd had and Danielle had sold it almost immediately. He was alone, lonely, and felt so out of sync with life that he had started to see a counselor about his issues. Things had worked out... not like he wanted them to, but they had worked out. "I'm okay. Danielle is... well to make a long story short... she's gone." The former co-worker gave Robert a sad look and then made excuses. Robert was used to that now. All his old friends, co-workers, and acquaintances all pretty much acted the same way with him when they asked their questions and he answered. For a long time he'd tried to answer as fully as he could... he supposed trying to find someone who could understand his feelings. Eventually he found that those sad, lonely, and short words worked best for all concerned. "To make a long story short, she's gone" Spontaneous Combustion Have you experienced an orgasm that was so intense that you went into total sensory overload, to the point that you almost fainted? I have... That's what I think it could be like with you, Natasha. Such sweet imaginings... Wildly erotic day dreams I'm having about you, right now... The best sex is often spontaneous. It just happens. A mutual gaze into each others eyes... held long, and longingly. A simultaneous move closer together... A shared stare with an unmistakable meaning... And like a dam of desire breaking, rushing together for that first impassioned kiss! Lips meeting in an uncontrollably deep lovers kiss as I hug you so tightly against my chest! We kiss again and our tongues entwine and wrap around each other, as we drink in each others deepest need. My excitement heightens as I feel your hand on my cock, rubbing it through my jeans, as we embrace on the couch together. I squeeze your full round cheeks inside your jeans while we kiss... then my hands move upwards to the sides of your breasts, massaging them through your blouse... feeling the texture of the lace on your bra. Now I gently kiss your eyelids while stroking my finger tips down the sides of your neck. I feel you shiver ever so slightly from my touch. As we kiss deeply, you unbutton my shirt all the way down and take it off...You rub your hands on the back of my shoulders and arms, and massage my muscular chest. You lower your face to my chest, press your parted lips there and then lick and suck my nipples. Oh God!!! That was unexpected, and I shiver with hot excitement! You've always been one for the sudden, sensual surprise. Hugging me close on the couch, you open and unzip my jeans, putting your hand inside and feeling the bulge of my sex through the cloth of my boxers... With your head resting on my chest, your hand slides down inside the waistband and takes hold of my cock. You pull it up, giving it room to grow, as it becomes bigger and gets harder. Your fingers glide across my shaft and grasp it, feeling the blood rushing into it, as it grows warm to your touch and expands. Your touch is silken smooth, warm and magic! Oh Natasha! What are you doing to me? I came to take you, and suddenly I feel like the one being taken. Again I'm surprised, now by your boldness; but I really don't mind. It might be nice to be the one taken for a change... You kneel in front of me and pull my open jeans down my legs, down to my ankles. My shoes come off and you finish taking off my jeans, throwing them on the floor next to us. You run your fingers up the inside of my thigh, feeling me suck my breath in sharply, as you slide them under the open leg of my boxers and caress my balls, and then up higher... You tell me that you like to feel my cock growing inside my shorts, as your finger tips play up and down my shaft and caress my pulsating head. By now it's fully erect, huge and throbbing hard! You pull down on the waistband of my boxers and begin to take them off. My big thick cock springs up and out of the waistband of my lowered boxers, and bobs slightly up and down a couple times as my groin spasms it into movement. You tell me that you love to look at my cock, imagining how it will feel pushed deep inside you. It's rock hard and my groin contracts as I feel your silken touch. You tell me that you are getting sooo wet...You take my boxers all the way off, tossing them aside, and take in the sight of my completely naked body, your eyes giving me a slow and hungry up and down, lingering on the places that excite you. Now it's your turn. Hugging you to me, I kiss you passionately, as my fingers start on the buttons of your blouse. But you gently pull my hand away. My eyes once again show surprise, but before I can speak you place two fingers on my lips to quiet me. "I want to give you a show." you tell me. "Just stretch that sexy naked body of yours out on the couch and enjoy... But lay on your side and keep that big sexy cock out where I can see it." You add with a devilish smile. So I lay on my side and rest my head on my hand, leaning on my elbow to watch you as you stand up. You kick off your shoes and begin to unbutton your blouse. You look at me with eyes full of want, as you lick your full and sensuous lips. When three buttons are open, I admire the large twin roundness of your full cleavage, pushed together in an alluringly deep narrow canyon by your bra. You continue to slowly unbutton your blouse as the sides fall open so I can see the large cups of your white lace bra, holding in the fullness of your breasts. I can't wait for their release... You pull the blouse out of your jeans, undo the last two buttons and let the blouse fall completely open. Then your fingers slide up the open sides of the fabric, up to your shoulders and you pull it back, so the blouse slides off your shoulders and falls down to the floor behind you. Your eyes glow with increasing arousal as you watch me watching you undress. Then your hands drop down to your jeans... You unbutton them and pull down the zipper slowly. As you open your jeans and begin to push them down over your hips, I see the light purple lavender panties you're wearing. My eyes are now riveted on the lavender triangle between your inner thighs as the jeans drop to your knees. You push them down lower, and as they fall to your ankles, you step out of them and kick them aside. Your tongue wetly licks your full lips again, your eyes intently focused and full of anticipation as your hands move behind your back and release the clasp of your bra. I watch your breasts push forward as they are freed, the bra straps sliding slowly down your shoulders and arms... Your index finger catches the center of the fabric between the cups and pulls down... the bra falls away and your full and wonderful breasts are completely naked and exposed before my gaze... your large pink nipples erect and just begging to be touched. I want to jump up and hug those incredible breasts and nipples tightly to my chest, my hands and fingers begging to massage and caress them. I start to move, but you motion me back down, saying seductively, "The show is not over yet, so stay where you are. Uh, Chris? You look like you need to do something with your hands. How about stroking that big cock up and down for me? That should keep you occupied." I think you're kidding, until you shoot me a look and say "Do it." in a no nonsense tone of voice. "Wrap your fingers around your cock and stroke it for me; up and down like you mean it! It's your turn to give me something to watch." So I make a fist around my shaft and stroke my cock up and down, the sensation immediately intense and even more so when I see the way you are watching me, with an expression that can only be called lust. And you are right; the show is definitely not over... You show me just how much, as you raise one breast up to your lips so you can lick and suck on the nipple. Then you do the same with the other... Watching you play with your large and naked breasts is stunning! Your big pink nipples fill me with an all consuming desire! You continue to watch me stroke my cock, somewhat slowly at first, then more quickly as you now roll those incredible nipples between your finger tips. You're driving me crazy! Now nearly naked, except for the lavender panties, you walk across the room and grab the arms of a blue plush upholstered chair. As you bend down towards the chair, you give me a provocative profile view of your big pointed breasts leaning forward and swaying back and forth as you grab the chair and push it towards the center of the room and set it directly in front of me. You sit down in the chair and I watch your breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath you take in and out. Your chest is splotched with lightly red colored skin that seems almost unevenly sunburned, and you look feverish with desire and intense excitement. Your eyes are almost glowing and your pupils look slightly larger as your chest continues to rise and fall with rapidly excited breathing. You tell me to stroke my cock harder and faster so you can watch me getting really hot and very turned on. Your eyes stare intently as you admire my efforts, but you tell me to not cum too soon, because you've got bigger and better plans for me... A drop of glistening pre-cum is oozing from the tip of my cock as you watch me. Sitting in the chair and staring into my eyes, you spread your thighs wide open, stretching the thin lavender fabric of the crotch of your panties, as you rock your hips slightly up, as though you want your crotch spread as wide open and as much in view as possible. One knee moves slightly back and forth as though in anticipation... Gawd, you are a sight to just churn up my insides, and make my entire groin feel ready to erupt right up and out of me! I have no choice but to stop stroking my cock right now, or I know I'll blow my load! Still with your eyes locked on mine, you move one hand up to massage and stroke your left breast, while your other hand travels slowly down between your breasts, down your bare stomach and then slowly pushes your fingers down inside the spread open crotch of your panties. You work the fingers up and down, back and forth beneath the thin fabric rubbing your sex, as your other hand strokes your breast and plays with the nipple. You exhale suddenly and loudly as you close your eyes and start to arch your back up away from the chair. You're now panting as your sexual heat is turned up high. Your fingers now more vigorously massage your crotch in a circular motion, as you begin to moan and gasp with each breath. Clearly now lost in the heat of your runaway passion, the hand on your left breast quickly moves down to your crotch and pulls the lavender fabric away to one side, exposing dark public hair and a view of swollen pussy lips. With one hand pulling the fabric aside, your other hand uses two fingers to stroke up and down your glistening wet, pink inner lips. Your finger tips push a little deeper between those lips, sliding up and down their slippery wetness, but not to the point of penetration. You use your thumb to gently draw circles around your clit, while your other fingers continue the up and down slide between your lips. Then you use your palm and all your fingers to rapidly rub your pussy up and down and around in circles. I see the inside of your thighs quiver and begin to slightly shake as you now rock your pelvis rhythmically up and down with more movement as your sexual excitement mounts. With your eyes still closed and open lips parted, you shake your head from side to side, moaning and gasping more loudly with each exhalation. The moaning becomes much louder now, as your fingers continue to rub your pussy vigorously up and down, back and forth. I am astounded as I watch you on the verge of losing all control. You seem like you no longer know what you're doing now, as you push two fingers inside your entrance, shallowly to begin with, but soon all the way in as deeply as you can reach. Your hole dripping wet, you begin to finger fuck yourself, with both fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of your pussy. Loud gasping cries now rise up from your throat with each breath in and out. Within less than two minutes of finger fucking, you rock your hips high and hard upwards and your whole body shudders and shakes with the rush of your orgasm as you cry out loud with a high and long exclamation of shock combined with a rolling wave of incredible pleasure! Once you are still, you look dazed as you look at me, pausing to gain some coherence and regain some composure, and then you smile and say "Was it good for you?" We both burst out laughing! Ahh, Natasha... never at a loss for words! Then I quickly answer, "Well it could be good for me, if you'd let me join in with your one woman self performance! Have a heart, Natasha! Yer killin' me here!" Your face softens as you beckon me forward to you. "Come here, Sweetheart! Show my girls what you got for them, okay?" No further invitation was needed! The sight of your full naked breasts and big pink nipples mesmerizes me again as I reach forward to grab and massage them, run my hands all over them and twist your nipples between my finger tips, then take one into my mouth, sucking eagerly, while my tongue wetly licks circles around your areola, sucking it again more deeply into my warm wet mouth and then flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly around the tip of your nipple, while my hand massages and caresses your other breast. Soon I switch sides, your other nipple now sucked deeply into my mouth and repeatedly licked and played with by my tongue, while the first breast is now traded into the massaging grasp of my hand and the stroking caress of my finger tips. You moan and groan loudly again, crying out in pleasured joy at the overload of sensory excitement inflamed by all that I'm doing to you. In the overwhelming heat of all this action, I feel like I can barely control all the intensity flooding through me and exciting every nerve ending in my body. My gaze is transfixed by your panties, and with a sudden explosion of pent up lust, my hands grab for the waistband and rip it upwards, excited by the sound of tearing fabric and elastic as your panties are ripped into torn wide open cloth pulled away in shreds and cast aside. You are now totally and completely stark naked before me, with your most intimate place in full view for my voyeuristic excitement and pleasure. Your dark triangle of fur grows just above and around your reddish pink and swollen sex. Your pussy lips now so swollen and hot that your cum juices ooze out of the base of your open hole, and drip down the skin between the inside of where your inner thighs and cheeks come together, and trickle into the puckered center of another hole... I've never seen you so dripping wet. You are clearly excited by the shock of suddenly having your panties ripped away, leaving you stripped naked and completely exposed... If you are excited, I am on the verge of going completely wild! I am throbbing hard, and desperate to take you! You can tell I want nothing more than to plunge deep inside you and fuck you like a wild man possessed! But you have other plans... You tell me that it's now time for some dessert, and you have this powerful craving for cream filled donuts. I am speechless, and more than just a little frustrated, but also very curious by what you are up to. As you turn your back to me, I watch your full and perfectly shaped ass walk on long slender legs over to a box on the coffee table, and bend over to pick it up. As you pick up something inside, I am crazed with desire as I stare at your incredible ass, bending over and revealing the rear view of your pussy lips pressed together, just above the thin open space between your inner thighs. It's all I can do to not set upon you and take you by force from behind, but that is only a fantasy, and a line I could never really cross. Soon you return with your large breasts swaying as you walk towards me, your face sultry and beautiful and your eyes alight with an intensely sexual glow. You ask me to lie down on my back on the couch, facing you, as you kneel over me, holding a cream filled donut... You take a few small bites from the donut while leaning over me. Using your tongue, you extract the first of the cream from the middle of the donut and spread it across your lips. With long, slow strokes, you wipe the cream off your lips with your tongue and taste its sweetness. Then you reach between my legs and rub the donut against the underside of my cock, leaving a trail of cream from the base to the tip. You must be careful at this point because I am close to climax already. So you take short, quick licks. First from the base, then your tongue moving higher, on upward until you reach the swollen head of my cock. Here, the cream is mixed with a couple drops of pre-cum and you wrap your lips around my cock, sucking up and down as your tongue licks it clean. The feel of my warm, pulsating cock in your mouth is wonderful... more wonderful than I can finally control and I involuntarily blow a huge load of hot cum right into your mouth. But except for what leaks down from the corners of your mouth, you swallow it all down along with big bites of sweet cream filled donuts. I apologize for what happened, but you don't seem upset as you tell me that soon, you'll want me deep inside of you, plunged deeply into another very hot, wet and intensely aroused entrance, more suited for that kind of action. But first, I get another treat. The cream from more donuts is spread on each of your breasts, covering your nipples in a white delight. Straddling me, you bend down until your right breast is inches from my mouth. I eagerly await my treat as you tell me not to touch you with my hands. Only until my tongue licks clean all the cream from your breast and nipple, will you let me fondle you again. Your breast is sucked into my mouth. My tongue licks rapidly back and forth, up and down. Your nipple responds by sending waves of hot pleasure down to your pussy. A few minutes later I am sucking and licking clean your left breast, and you are getting wetter; both above and below the waist. When you pull back, I look at you in expectation of what's to come. You lie down on top of me and feel the hardness of my cock under your pussy. You press your body down and rub your wet, slippery pussy lips up and down my shaft, making contact with your clit. You moan long and loudly and your inner thighs quiver. You realize that you now want much more than just sweet teasing treats, and you've got to have what you really need deep inside you right now! You take my shaft in your hand and guide the bulging head of my cock to your swollen, fevered lips, as you straddle me above. I am pressing upward with my hips, but you lift up, not allowing me to enter. You bend down and whisper in my ear that you want me to just lay back and relax and let you do everything for me. I smile... You put the tip of my cock against your hot dripping entrance, and push down. The first three inches slide inside as you lower yourself onto me... My eyes are closed, then open when you pause. Then another two inches, exquisitely and slowly glide into the incredible hot wetness as your pussy lowers and wraps firmly around me, and I feel your inner sex contracting around mine. I am dazed by mind reeling pleasure! As you take the last three inches of my shaft all the way in, you feel your ass rest on my thighs, and I am inside you as deeply as you can push down on me. You squeeze your inner sex around my cock, squeeze and release... squeeze and release again, as your inner muscles milk my cock. I gasp out loud in pleasured shock! You smile down on me, enjoying all the power you hold over me now... You could make me cum right now, but you stop, because what you really need is to feel me thrusting hard inside you! Since this is the next round for me, we both know that I can last as long as you need, to fulfill all your orgasmic adventures. I have your wonderful ass in my hands, squeezing it and pulling you towards me. You start a slow, rhythmic rocking motion, positioned so that my cock pushes and pulls the inner lips of your entrance near your clit and stimulates it... radiating waves of pleasure welling up from deep within you and increasing with intensity as the stimulation builds. We go leisurely at first, enjoying the sensations and making it last. Every minute or so, you squeeze me inside again with a series of rapid contractions. You can see my body beginning to tremble. My forehead is damp with sweat. You lean over, your breasts nearly touching my face. Your lips breathing in my ear, you whisper, "Fuck me... Please fuck me..." then your voice louder, more urgent, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh God!!! Please fuck me now!!!"