1 comments/ 18778 views/ 0 favorites Strokes of a Genius Ch. 1 By: Violette How the hell did I get here? The question entered my mind as if making a final plea for my return to morality as I watched Sire's head move stealthily between my legs. His hands were planted on my breasts, massaging them firmly as he rolled my stiffening nipples under his palms. I opened my mouth to speak, but could only gasp in surprise, as he tasted my clit for what would be the first of many times to come. Sinking back on the mattress, my gasp became a sigh of acceptance, and I gave myself to the adventure unfolding before me. I never imagined that a new job could become such a potent aphrodisiac. It took six months after my college graduation, 15 interviews and four rewrites, but finally, two of my dreams were coming true. I'd been hired as a copywriter by an advertising firm, and my theatre group downtown wanted to develop one of my plays for a reading and performance. A new job and career may have sounded like overwhelm-city, but I only felt the glorious rush of victory. My accomplishments meant new faces, new events, not to mention getting the HELL out of real estate and finally dumping a bad-news boyfriend. Only two more days, and I would be free! "These good vibes should be shared," I thought, and immediately thought of Sire from my performance group. Strange name, I know, but there was such a smooth, regal quality about him, he definitely deserved a title! He was a fellow artist, but more towards music and paints. Together, we made the strangest bedfellows whom had yet to touch a bed, but we had clicked in other ways and stayed friends. On impulse, I dialed his beeper number and two minutes later, he greeted me with his familiar "Hey you", in a voice that stayed sexy no matter what he did. I filled him in on my good news, and he congratulated my emancipation. "In fact," he said, "why don't we really do something to celebrate? Let me cook you dinner." "At your place?" "No, at my grandmother's. Come on! I've never showed you my world before, and soon, you're going to have lots of adventures, writer girl. Why not let me be your first?" Two hours after quitting time, I was mentally clapping myself on the back for calling Sire. His place may have screamed "starving artist", but the works that crowded his walls made it plain he wouldn't be starving for very much longer. Neither was I, having gorged myself on pasta in wine sauce, Long Island Ice Teas and General Tao's chicken from a take-out place near his apartment. "Okay, so I don't cook much," he grinned. "Anyway, we artists are supposed to be creative creatures." "Well, you get points for inspired desperation." I laughed, taking another big bite as a little sauce trickled onto my chin. "You know," he said, wiping my chin with his finger. "That's a good way to say it." "To say what?" "Why you came over here tonight. Girl, I've known you for almost a year now, and it's taken this long to get you alone!" As he sucked his finger clean, he touched my chin again and asked, "Did "inspired desperation" change your mind?" "Sire!" I lowered my head and caught his finger between my chin and neck. Blushing, I raised my head and looked in his eyes as he slowly drew his callused finger underneath my chin, then back to the remaining drops of wine sauce. As he came closer to my lips, I bit him, teasingly. My tongue tasted the creamy warm liquid against his cool, hardened flesh, and I asked him, "How can such gentle works of art come from such hard, rough hands?" "Looks can be deceiving," he said, "and you still haven't answered my question." "Well, it's like what you said. Soon, I'm going to have a lot of adventures to write about. I just thought you'd be perfect to share this one with me." "Then why don't we make this a memorable adventure? Let me eat you." For a moment, I thought The Long Island Ice Teas had gotten to me, and I wasn't sure I'd heard right. Jokingly, I said, "But we're still having dinner." "I know, but I like my dessert first," he said, pushing my plate away and pulling me to my feet. "Now if I remember correctly, you have a sweet tooth, so you must be sweet all over." His lips and tongue pressed against my chin, then moved to my neck, making small sucking noises as if to draw out my urge to resist. As he pulled me toward his small bedroom, my ability to speak finally returned to me. I stammered, "Sire, this is crazy! We're like old friends!" "And don't friends make the best adventures?" He lay me down on his bed, which was actually just a large mattress on the floor. As I watched him light two candles, I noticed how soft and firm his bed was. "Just like him," I thought to myself. I must have closed my eyes, because his low voice in my ear startled me. "Hey, we'll have time for that later. Now turn over." "Sire, I…I don't know if I should be here…if we should be here…" "And that's why you need to turn over. I'm just going to get you relaxed, that's all. You know, a little massage." "Just a massage." I said firmly, my head still floating on my ice tea cloud. "Just a little massage for the lady, Sire?" "Whatever you want; it's your adventure." Sire tugged at my pullover until my back was uncovered. His hands were warm as he began his work. His finger had felt rough before, but it was much softer now. "Just like his bed", I grinned to myself. Suddenly, I felt something cold dripping onto my back. "It's just baby oil. We've got to do this right, don't we?" he began to knead my shoulders with just the right amount of pressure. I didn't realize how tense the last few months had been as my shoulders melted under his ministrations. With my shoulders and neck relaxed, I noticed how drawstring-tight the rest of my body was. "I've needed this for too long," I moaned in appreciation, indulging in the release of six months' pressure under the warm, slick movements of his hands against my skin. I didn't want the sensations to end. But did I dare go further? College boys were one thing. Sire had five years on me and worlds more experience. But naively, I thought, as long as my pants stay on, I should be fine. Aloud, I said, "Sire? When are you going to massage me from the front?" "As soon as you turn over again," he said huskily. "I like it when you come from behind. Unhook me." "That's right, girl. Tell me what you want," he said as he unhooked my bra, slid his hands underneath me and squeezed my breasts for the first time. I gasped, and threw my head back as if I'd been struck by lightning. I felt limp as I trembled under his hands for a moment. Then he resumed his delicious work, his hands kneading and rubbing my breasts, pinching my nipples into hardened buds. Suddenly, he rose and turned off the lights. I felt myself being turned over roughly, and then, he kissed me hard, his hands encircling my breasts again. "I'm sorry," he said thickly. "Your nipples…I just have to kiss them." "Go ahead," I told him. "It's your adventure, too." The only light in the room flickered down from the candles, but I could have sworn I saw him smile. Diligently, his hands kneaded my breasts while kissing and suckling one nipple, then the other. Slowly, he began to move down my body, kissing me with his lips and tongue, leaving a fire trail down my belly, his hands still massaging my breasts. It felt like a scene out of my wildest fantasies; having a man who could feel my breasts while he kissed my… A thought flashed across my mind and my body tensed. What the hell was I doing? Sire was a friend; a good friend that I didn't want to lose! And yet, what he was doing to my body, I felt like one of his canvases. I had been remade, and because of it, I'd never felt so gloriously enhanced. So alive! I felt his hot breath rustle through my bushy mound, every hair on full alert under his lips. I gasped and sat up, trembling. "Please?" he whispered, placing his lips to my moistening thighs. I was sure he could smell my hidden desire melting down between my tightly clenched legs. Oh God, I thought, how'd he even get my pants open anyway? We've got to stop this! "Sire…" He raised his head, and the candlelight found his eyes. Thankfully, they were not the eyes of a hunter sensing conquest, but of a soulful being who only wished to offer pleasure. "My lady...please. Let me taste you." At that moment, the freedom I had claimed in my work, I craved for my body. I wanted his hands, his lips, and his tongue, oh yes, his tongue, to pleasure me all over. At that moment, I wanted my adventure. Looking into his eyes, I leaned back, placing my hands under my back for support, and raised my hips to him. In one movement, both my pants and panties were pulled completely off my body. Lifting my feet, he pushed my knees to my chest, then spread them apart. "Hold your knees open," he commanded, and I obeyed. He's spread-eagled me, I thought numbly. With my legs pulled back, every inch of my body was open to each new sensation. The tip of his tongue began to probe my opening, sliding around my panicked clit, then poking it, teasingly, over and over. Then he dove into my quivering hole, scooping up some of my juices. I felt my eyes widen in shock as his wicked tongue speared deeper inside me. As I clutched my legs tighter, I knew I was completely open and exposed to him. There would be no escape from this glorious torture. Suddenly, he placed a hand under my ass, lifting me to him. As his tongue stroked my clit, his rough finger slowly slid into me. I winced in pain from the sudden entry, but Sire was there, suckling my pussy, and I felt my folds relax around him. I heard wet, sucking noises as he sucked harder on my clit and his finger plunged inside me slowly, then faster and faster. He's making me so wet, I thought. God, I can feel everything! It's too much! I… Just then, I felt a fierce tingling pierce my moistened core. It was the moment in time when pain and pleasure become each other. The tingling flowed to my ass and belly, from my hands still holding my knees to the tips of my heaving breasts. I heard myself begging him to stop, but then I could barely feel my mouth moving. The tingling grew into a vibration, then a shock wave, and suddenly, my whole body, every pore exploded. I screamed my release as my satiated pussy gave one, two, then three spasms of acceptance and relief. My hands fell limp to my sides, allowing my legs to do the same. I tried to speak, but could only sigh as my eyes began to close, wrapped in the afterglow's warm embrace. "I told you there'd be time for that later." Sire's sexy voice jolted me slightly, wresting me from my orgasmic cloud and placing me back in his room, in his arms. "Now turn over, girl, 'cause your adventure's just beginning..." Strokes of a Genius Ch. 2 Round two... For a moment, I thought I had been dreaming as the clouds parted, clearing away my post-orgasmic stupor. Slowly, I raised my arms and my hands pressed against warm flesh hovering over my body. I gasped as my mind finally cleared, and I felt the biggest smile spread across my face. It was real, I thought. It was all real! I willed my hands to move, sliding them upward, grazing the sides of his strong abs before coming around to his chest. I pressed my palms up to him, willing his nipples to harden as he had done to mine. "Mmmmm..." he groaned appreciatively. "Feels like you're ready to finish what we've started." I moved my hands to his face and raised myself to his lips to kiss him. I felt his tongue slide between my lips, and tasted my own juices still on his mouth. Gently, he grasped my wrists and brought my arms over my head. Then, with one more kiss, he pushed me onto my side, rolling me onto my stomach. Once again, his hands rolled across my shoulders, but this time, they began to roam across my well-oiled back. I sighed as he began to mold me once again into one of his creations worthy of receiving pleasure. As his hands traced the rounded curves of my ass, I felt more cold droplets fall onto my warm flesh. Reaching my thighs, he began to pull them apart as he was rubbing them, opening them wider and wider until my knees were bent on both sides of my body. I felt his finger trace my still-wet pussy as if admiring his handiwork. Then, I felt him kiss my ass, his moist lips and tongue moved slowly up my body, bringing every glorious sensation to the surface over and over. I was ready to float away on my cloud again when something hard grazed my thigh. My eyes flew open as I realized that something hard was him. "Shit!" Wait a minute. What did he say? What did we say? "Sire?" "Girl..." "I've got to tell you something." Puzzled, I looked back at him and found his eyes. Apparently, we'd said the same thing twice. We started to laugh, finally clearing away some of the tension. "You first." I said. "What's going on?" "Well, I just remembered; I didn't come prepared for any deep encounters." "That's okay, because I've never had a deep encounter." "Hold up; you're a virgin?" "I'm afraid so." I heard Sire sigh and feared the worst. I knew I never should have let it go this far, but he did such incredible things to my body...! Now I probably won't be able to look at him again. As if to confirm my fears, I heard him start to chuckle, and then laugh out loud. "So that's your big secret! I knew there was something about you that whet my appetite, but I never thought it would be this!" "Just let me get my clothes, Sire." "Why? We're just getting started here." "I just told you I'm a virgin, Sire. I'll understand if you want nothing more to do with me." "Oh my lady, how wrong you are. There's so much more that we can do, that is, if you'll allow me to show you." He leaned over me, his chest sliding up and down my back as his hands snuck over my breasts to give them, and my nipples, a firm squeeze. I moaned, and felt myself smile contentedly. "Feels like you're more than ready now," he chuckled. Sliding his hands down my back once again, he said, "Your first lesson is this; Artists can find pleasure anywhere. All you need is an opening." As he said this, his hands came to rest on my ass again, slowly kneading and squeezing my buttocks as more cool drops of oil fell onto my skin and slid down my crevice. Suddenly, using his index finger like a brush, he made a plunging stroke between my buttocks and painted my puckered anus, which tightened at the unexpected intrusion. I felt my body surge with a mixture of excitement and fright. "Oh shit! Sire! What are you doing to me?" "Hey, now, I can't have that. Our second rule is, tension doesn't let you have any fun. The key to pleasure lies in letting yourself relax." His hand slid up my body and cupped my breast. As he squeezed, my nipple wrinkled into a hardened bud under his palm. My past tension was forgotten as I gave myself to his tender manipulation of my flesh. This man can squeeze tit like nobody's business! I grinned to myself as his fingers continued to tease and tickle my nipple. Then he began to make the same movements on my now smoother-than-smooth ass. He's all over me, I thought in amazement. How does he do that? That's when I felt it. I knew he was still on my nipple, but I felt his fingers moving on my now very moist, VERY sensitive rectum! He began to stroke my anus and my nipple with the same rhythm. Suddenly, the soothing sensation I'd felt on my breast now blended with the stroking motions on my ass! I couldn't tell what was turning me on more, but oh yes, I was definitely turned on! "Sire!" I gasped, "Oh God! That is so good! But I don't know if I can take any more..." "Which brings us to lesson three..." Swiftly, his hand leaves my breast and moves to my clit. I hear myself moan as his fingers rub my pussy and ass with the same delicious motions from before. "Just when you think you can't take any more, something wild happens." And as if to prove his point, I feel his face press against me, and his tongue plunges into my ass! I cried out in shock as his cold, wicked tongue pierced into my hole. I started to pull away from him, but the sudden shock alerted me to the sweet massage still taking place on my pussy. Sire was right. No matter how much he probed into me, I continued to feel the glorious motions on my clit, and all I could do was beg for more. Sire must have sensed this. With one hand still working me over, he took his mouth away from my opening and slid one finger inside me all the way to his knuckle. I groaned as he removed it from my anus, then slid two fingers inside. He slid them up and down, teasing and pinching my clit all the while. He's driving me crazy! I thought. What's with all this sliding back and forth? That's when it hit me. The tools he'd used to enter me had gotten bigger and bigger. Now there was only one tool left. As he took his fingers from me, he kissed my buttocks and asked, "Well, my lady? What shall I do with you now?" I could stop this with a single word, but I don't. Still embracing our adventure, he used me to create a whole new work of art, together. Something inside me wanted him to complete it. Smiling, I raised myself up on my hands and knees and said, "Finish your work; but be gentle, okay?" I feel his hands roam my ass once more. "Mmmmm," he sighs. "Now let's see what you remember. What's lesson one?" "Pleasure can be found anywhere. You just need an o-o-opening!" I clenched my teeth as his cock made its first thrust into my ass. I heard myself whimper, wanting the pain, and yet not able to bear it. Then I heard Sire's voice command me. "Lesson two, my lady! What's lesson two?" What the hell was lesson two?! My God, my ass is breaking apart, and he wants..."Lesson two..." I say aloud, and then I remember. "The key to passion is..." "To relax," finishes Sire, and suddenly, his fingers are on my clit once again, gently probing and rubbing me. I breathe with the motions, imagine his hands are on my breasts again. Then I get a wonderful idea and pinch my own nipple, my fingers working in sync with his own. My whimpers become sighs and moans and I feel his cock slide further into me until his thighs press against mine. He made it all the way inside me! My rectum throbbed as my pussy got wetter and wetter under Sire's fingers. Pulling away, he thrust into me slowly, sparking more feelings of agony. But with his hand still massaging my pussy, pleasure and pain became each other once again. So many sensations at once were making me crazy! As he pushed into me over and over, somehow, I heard his voice once more. "And just...when you think...you've had...enough..." "Something...wild...happens!" As I said the words, my orgasm went through my pussy with the force of a tidal wave. Sire held onto my hips for dear life as the wave engulfed him, and he joined me with his own screams of ecstatic release. I felt my head fall to the mattress. My pussy, my clit, and my anus all throbbed in unison. I was unable to speak and I felt like I couldn't stop coming. I could feel the steaming hot jism trickling down, seeping from my two openings. I felt Sire spasm behind me once, twice...then slowly, he drew his cock out of me, making a new gush of liquid run down my thighs. I trembled as he placed his rod on my ass, and we finally collapsed. "That was your best work ever," I sighed. "Not yet," said Sire. "But after tonight, it can only get better! I'll just have to figure out how..." I thought he was finished with me! How in the world could we feel more pleasure than we felt tonight? That's the trouble with some artists! They're never satisfied and won't stop working until they get it just right. I can only guess what will happen when he goes back to work on me... Strokes of a Genius Ch. 3 "We're sorry. The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number and dial again." SHIT! How could this happen? Of all the damn times for his pager to go out, why did it have to be now? I never should have let so much time pass before calling him, but I thought it would be best to get settled at my new job before we got…reacquainted. I still remember our phone conversation from my first week. I had his honey-sweet tones in my ear bringing back every moist and wet memory of our night together at the same time my department's Executive VP spoke to my boss in a booming voice while sitting on my desk smelling of cigar smoke. With all that chaos to deal with, how could I tell Sire that he had the best damn tongue that ever tasted me? So here I am, in between doing grunt work to pay my dues around here and proofing another commercial script copy that I didn't write. Sire hasn't been to the workshop, he doesn't have a phone at his apartment, it's been two weeks, I'm bored as hell, and the only number I have to reach him isn't working! DAMN, I miss him! Actually, my clit misses him. My lips, my shoulders, my ass…oh God! He was turning me on from memory! I could sense the heat rising from my crotch. Even as I pressed my legs tighter together, I could feel the inner lips of my pussy getting moist and slick, its juices climbing to the surface, threatening to soak my panties at any moment. I needed to calm down, and fast! I decided to walk around downtown after work before I jumped on my train home (or anything ELSE for that matter!) Having trudged up Broadway many times, I took a side street and found myself a little too close to the Williamsburg Bridge for my taste. As I tried to feel my way back, I passed by a store with black curtains drawn over the display windows. A flyer taped to the door advertised an S&M workshop. "Tame or be tamed!" it said. "Learn which you are and how to get what you want!" In my present mood, I couldn't tell which one I wished to be, and there was something sinister about all those black drapes that said "Watch your ass if you come in here!" But my previous state of horniness was quickly being replaced by curiosity. Maybe there was something inside that I should check out to help me calm down. I took it as a sign and opened the door to go inside. Immediately, I sensed something strange. The wood displays up front gave the appearance of a bookstore, but the display of body oils gave off something else! And that's when I saw it: way in the back, full of so many different colors, textures and tastes was the BIGGEST dildo display I had ever seen! Soft ones, multi-colored ones, small, large and Big Daddy ones! The selection seemed endless! As I looked at them, for the first time in years, I felt my giggly kid-in-the-candy-store grin spread across my face. I could actually feel myself drooling! Ignoring all else, I went straight to the wall and introduced myself to a whole new adventure. I picked up the purple one first. It was curved slightly, soft and cool to the touch, but it was the colors that mesmerized me. I briefly wondered if my little kit and clit would enjoy THIS kind of "rainbow connection"! Then I saw a pair of blue balls attached to a VERY small dick of a dildo. "Well, hello stumpy!" I laughed to myself. I marveled at how much bigger the balls were on this one. "Kind of like this store," I thought. "Big surprises hidden in the back!" Then I laid eyes on a HUGE, brown apparatus, complete with veins and topped off with a thick, meaty tip. It looked so REAL! Oh, I HAD to get a hold of this one! But my hand could barely get around the damn thing! Grasping the balls, I ran my other hand up and down its length, then flopped it to the side, entranced by its weight and texture. And all the while I was enjoying my new discovery, one thought screamed in my mind: where the HELL was Sire when I needed him? When my thighs needed him? When my PUSSY needed him?! "Looks like you've found someone." Startled from my stupor, I turned and found a saleswoman beside me with a knowing grin on her kindly face. "It's okay; we like our patrons to be encouraged, not embarrassed, to enjoy themselves, and what they find here." "Oh don't worry; I'm enjoying myself!" Even as I realized what kind of place I'd stumbled upon, I also found that I was feeling quite relaxed, which was nice. Only now, I was hornier than when I came in, and that was WORSE! And with no Sire in sight, if I was going to get some action, I'd have to get it for myself. "So what do you recommend for self-satisfaction?" I asked. On the train home, I still had my kid-in-the-candy-store grin on my face. I also had my very first sex toy purchase: a 6-inch long, metal encased vibrator with bumps, curves and a pointed tip at the end. Talk about "packing a piece"! A sure shot at getting off if I ever saw one, and the saleswoman was so helpful. I had to tell Sire about this place, but tonight, for once, I was going to take my adventure into my OWN hands! When I got home, I didn't want to waste any time whatsoever! As soon as I locked the door, I went straight to my bedroom and ripped off my clothes. I spread out my jacket and skirt neatly on a chair, but for the rest, I showed no mercy. My bra, panties and pantyhose went flying off me! An euphoric rush of cool air flowed from between my rounded, caramel thighs, and I let my fingers slide down to my pubis. As they moved forward and back through my curly bush, I pulled and fluffed up my liberated mound. Each rub and tug became more and more delicious, arousing and awakening me further. As I leaned back and moaned in ecstasy, I glimpsed an unfamiliar sight; the reflection from my closet mirror displayed a young woman, naked curves and all, with her fingers nestled in the pink and brown folds of her underused pussy. I began to marvel at how lovely and wanton she looked. Her legs splayed wide apart so as to allow better access to her rapidly moistening slit. Her rounded breasts with their chocolate brown nipples begged to have Sire's tongue roll over them… Wait a minute; how would this ripe, sexual being know Sire? Looking closer, my mind finally focused on an amazing thought. This woman, this wonderful sexual being…was me. Still watching my reflection, I began to fondle my inner folds, allowing my other hand to slide all over my breasts and belly. I marveled at the feel of my own skin, gave thanks for my curvaceous hips and thighs, hugged myself and licked my own nipples (Hell, why should Sire have all the fun?) As my thumb played and flicked at my shy clit, I watched at my wanton woman as her chest rose and fell in anticipation. Finally, I brought my weapon of choice to bear. As I guided the smooth exterior over my body, goosebumps trailed in its wake. It slid over my skin to finally rest directly over my more-than-slightly panicked pussy. For a moment, I froze up again, but I saw that sexual wild-woman in the mirror again, awaiting the first, painfully joyous plunge. In that moment, I decided, placed the tip of my "piece" on my clit and turned it on. Shit! Holy SHIT! My body jolted as my pussy leapt away from the powerful intruder. It was almost as if my little clit was afraid to feel such splendid tremors, and splendid they were! My well-juiced hole was begging to feel that cold, strong hardness, but I had to calm my little nub down. I began to rub the "piece" up and down my pussy lips instead of thrusting head-on. Ah! My body responded favorably to this new move as more of those life-inducing tremblings ran through me. Bringing the tip back to my clit, the vibrations pounded my little pearl relentlessly. My fingers dipped into my overflowing, heated core. I tasted my own flavor, and found myself grinning again! Oh, I was close. So close! So PAINFULLY close! Hard, rushing waves of pleasure assaulted me with the force of a hurricane. I looked at my reflection in alarm and tried to cry out, tell her to stop. But we were both too far gone, unable to even look away. And as I watched her, the maddening throbs of orgasm overtook us both. We howled to the heavens together as we surrendered every shred of restraint. We let the spasms course and pulse through us as our fingers were liberally coated with our salty fluids. Finally, we felt our nipples harden, then soften as the waves finally subsided. As I fell backward on my bed, I dropped the vibrator between my legs. As I leaned to pick it up, I caught sight of my reflection once again. The nipples were actually inviting, belly still round, but toning. The thighs were plump, but still spread invitingly wide, showing off my lovely bush and well-juiced pussy lips within. So, I thought. This is my wild woman, my brand-new sexual beast. For a moment, I wondered what Sire would think, and if he'll like her as much as I do. As if in response, I felt my hand stroke my fur and touch my "piece". Then again, maybe I'll just like lie back and like myself a little more... Strokes of a Genius Ch. 4 “Who needs caffeine when you’ve got all this?” My mini clit-kisser buzzed happily away in my palm. In the cramped washroom, I couldn’t stretch out as I wished, so I balanced one foot on the seat while leaning back against the door. One hand drew my panties to the side, and the other was making sure my Friday would start on a glorious high! Oh, I could feel it coming…! Those delicious trembles rose from my clit to my belly, making my nipples harden and swell. Goosebumps spread across my skin, and I knew I was almost ready, almost there! Getting into the office early was a brilliant plan! I thought to myself. No one was here, and I could push away all thoughts of cigar smoke, deadlines and take-out orders, and just…enjoy…myself… “Hello in there! There’s not enough stalls to go around! Let me in!” I heard the banging, but I couldn’t respond. My body refused to be denied of its pleasure, and I gushed over the brink, gasping and sighing all at once. Cupping my hand over my well-juiced pussy, I willed myself not to surrender to the afterglow, grabbed some tissue and quickly cleaned myself up. A quick hand rinse at the sink, and I was ready to face Lani-Mei, the forever-open eyes, ears, nose and especially mouth of the office, standing outside the door. “My My! Aren’t we all rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed this morning!” Her overly cheerful greeting immediately put me on my guard. The press office’s human equivalent of a Venus flytrap must have new dirt on someone. “Come on, Mei. It’s Friday! An upcoming weekend does tend to brighten one’s spirits.” “But you look that good coming from bathroom, and that no coffee machine I heard buzzing! Maybe some other machine make you smile today, yes?” I was right; Lani-Mei did have dirt on someone. The joy-toy store I’d found three weeks ago had suddenly become my new, orgasm-empowering best friend. At first, I was like an inmate just released from prison, investing in gels, body oils and batteries to get more in touch with, and enjoy the touch of my body and soul. But thanks to Mei, I was feeling more like a busted junkie. Even though I’d gotten to the office early, she must’ve overheard my latest prize buzzing my morning blues away. I had to throw her off the trail and fast! “You probably heard my toothbrush, Mei. I like to start the day fresh,” I said coolly, and I showed her my teeth. Mei sniffed. “Nice peppermint breath. Better smell than cigar-chomping boss!” She giggled at her own joke as I inwardly sighed of relief, giving thanks for the skills I’d learned from my acting class. “I like you, Vi, so I tell you, look around. You might want to find a better place to…brush.” Some actress I was! But for some reason, she was giving me a free pass on my secret. Little did she know that I’d already found the fire exit passage and put it to good use! (But that’s a lovely little tale for another time…) Slowly but surely, I was having the sex-capade adventures I’d dreamed of, all thanks to Sire… Sire...yeah, right. Where the hell was his lovely little ass lately? One call on my answering machine let me know he was doing some work at home, but that still didn’t tell me how to reach him. Thankfully, a new client needed some heavy spin-doctoring, so I got in on my first brainstorming session, and a welcome opportunity to hone my writing skills without wasting time waiting for a… *BUZZZ* Close to 5 o’clock, my pager jolted me out of my glory daze. I never use the chirp alert. The vibrator is always loud enough to get my attention, no pun intended. There’s no number on the display screen, but it flashes anyway to let me know I have a message. I dialed my pager’s number, and once more, I heard Sire’s voice. “Hey girl. I know it’s been a while, but I had to catch up on some studio time. You know how I am with a canvas. Sometimes, I just have to keep going ‘till I’m finished with it. Anyway, I’m in the city and hoped you might want to hook up again. If you can, meet me at 34th Street around 5:30, and bring your velvet smile! Later.” “Pick up your chin, Vi, or you’ll lose all your fresh breath, and I’ll need that good smell soon!” I barely remember hearing Mei’s teasing, much less the fact that my jaw had dropped! As I licked my lips, I replayed the message, expecting to hear my mother’s weekly “wish you were married” speech. But I didn’t. It was him. It was HIM! And he wanted to meet…tonight! I had one more assignment to finish out, but it was the last one of the day. I was sure I could knock it out and have plenty of time to see him again! By the time I reached 34th Street, it was 6:12. Another perfect plan RUINED by the deadly “last minute assignment”, and I’d completely missed Sire! Well, I had two choices. Either I could do the sensible thing and go home, or I could try to track him down and meet him at his place. The thought of hunting him down made every part of me tingle with excitement. But my cautionary voice said; hold on, girl. Remember where you are. You’re in the big city now. Without Sire guarding your back, do you really think your Queens-born, Manhattan-working, suit-wearing ass will be welcome in Brooklyn? The train rolled into the station pushing away any and all self-doubt, kicking my adventurous instinct into high gear. Suddenly, I was a reporter, Sire was my one hot lead and I wanted him! Rush hour still had the right trains running express, and in no time at all, I was back where we first got started. Still jubilant from my instinct-driven train ride, I bounced down the stairs to the street and suddenly hit a dead end. I was in the right area, across the street from the right line of apartments, but I had absolutely no idea which door was his! I remembered I had to keep moving, so I stepped cautiously, clutching my tote bag closer to me and trying not to look like a damn tourist. Maybe I could ask someone, but there didn’t seem to be anyone around except by the train station…and who or what was that across the street? I saw a woman sitting on a stoop about three doors down from the station. Even at my vantagepoint, I could see that she was waiting for someone. She had on long black boots and a well-manicured hand on one of her too-rounded hips. Her long, silky hair draped around a dark-chocolate face wearing makeup that was trying too hard for glamorous and just made it to half pretty. But what really caught my eye was that she was wearing a real long, heavy coat with a fur collar, and the autumn chill hadn’t even found the city just yet. As I mused to myself on my keen observation skills, I saw a man walking towards that same stoop. Shrouded in black suede, he didn’t just walk down the street. He seemed to glide, almost as if he were dancing. That’s when it hit me that only one man I knew had that exact same magical walk. “Sire!” I raised my arm to call him, but his name never left my mouth. I watched Sire move slowly to Ms. Half Pretty, and then, she draped over him in a huge, sloppy hug. For a moment, I was frozen, trying to take in what was happening, and at the same time, asking myself if he knew her. Ms. Half Pretty took a step back and opened her coat in a way that gave only Sire a look at what was underneath. I’m no lip-reader, but I think even a deaf man could have heard the “Oh Shit!” that fell from Sire’s lips. Clearly, he did know her, in all the ways that mattered. Grabbing her quickly, he pushed open the apartment door wide and shoved her inside. Before I could even think, I bolted across the street and jammed my foot in the doorway before the door could slam shut. For an old ass apartment, the door hit pretty hard, and I found myself fighting back a painful scream. But the pain did clear my mind of all but two thoughts: one, what the hell was he doing with her? And two, what the hell was I doing now? I could hear laughter coming from one of the two doors in the small, so-called lobby. “Now that door looks familiar!” I thought to myself. Then I remembered that his door had a trick latch he used whenever he couldn’t find his keys in the morning. Praying the latch would work for me, I got closer to the door and listened for the laughter to die down, then I pulled out the doorknob and gave it one quick twist. Hot damn! It worked! I grabbed the door before it could swing wide open and slipped inside. Hidden in the shadows of the long hallway, I tiptoed further into his domain. As my eyes adjusted to the sparse light, I felt like a tightrope walker using my hands and feet to feel my way across the floor. I heard water gurgling and guessed I was close to the bathroom when my foot brushed something. Feeling my way down to the floor, I tried to figure out what it was when I touched fur. “It’s her coat,” I thought. “Had to be! So what the hell’s she planning?” I growled to myself. Then I heard the laughter again, and I knew I was getting real close, but this time it ended abruptly with a gasp, and then a slow, soft moan. Reaching the kitchen, I found that I could peek into the living room without being seen. Not that they would have noticed! Even through the very dim light, I could see her head was thrown back and Sire’s head was kneeling in front of her had-to-be COMPLETELY naked body! That WAS her coat in the hallway, and judging from the sounds coming out of her, Sire had gotten right down to business! So THIS was the “new canvas” he’d been working on, and as if to prove me right, his hands glided up her body from her hips, to her wide, flat belly, and then all the way up to her huge brown tits! I could almost sense, almost TASTE what his tongue must have been doing to her, and she was enjoying every second of it. Suddenly, she started to gasp even more urgently, and she began to speak in a pleading tone. “Sire, baby, please, don’t stop! Don’t stop, I am THERE! Oh, God, YES! Keep it COMING! Ah! AAAaaaahhhh!” Mesmerized, I watched her body convulse, standing straight up and shaking as if she were being electrocuted right there. Her hands grabbed the back of Sire’s head, then he took hold of them and rose to kiss her. As she seemed to collapse onto him, he began to gently push her towards the bedroom. Once they were inside, I entered his living room, trembling from what I had just seen, and seething with an urgent rage that I had never felt before. That was SO raunchy, so sexy…so why did she have to be with HIM?! Both sensations collided on me at once, energizing all my senses (except the common one) to the point that even though I knew I should have gotten out of there, I didn’t. I did a 720 turn-around and began to take in his lair. The air was pungent with his paints and incense. Portraits of his favorite idols lined the walls from ceiling to floor. And of course, there were the women: smooth, sleek and strong; blessed with proud tits with dusky nipples, straight hair flying or wild, bushy afros, they showed no shame in claiming their territory, whether it were a man, money, or that ecstatic release that comes from being fucked right. There was even a new work on his easel. It was a rough sketch of a man holding a woman close to him. He held one of her tits as she held the other, and as I looked down the ripples of her womanly belly, I saw that they were each holding one side of her unshaved pussy, stretching it open to form what looked like a flower in bloom. I felt myself being overcome by the image and reached towards it, breathing deeply as I heard another loud moan. “Yes! Oh, baby, yes…!” Once again, I was being jolted by a voice that was not my own, and I was getting sick of it! Maybe it was because this voice was able to embrace passion that I was still afraid of, or worse, forbidden to have, ever. Suddenly, I felt less the intruder and more like an uncaged beast laying claim to her territory, and whatever she had, I was going to have it! Cautiously, I peeked into his bedroom. I saw his VCR clock light first, mingling with the luminescence given by the candles in his room. As I strained to make out an image in the shadows, the moans grew in intensity. “Yes! Oh you know I missed this, baby! Harder! Harder now…! Oooaaah! Oh! Ah! Aaaahhh!” Something slapped the floor, and as I looked down, finally the shadows began to wield their secrets. Silhouetted by the candlelight, her hands were close to the toes of her boots, bracing against the sharp movements of his hips. Her ass was thrust high into the air, answering his rampant thrusts with a softened siren’s call of her own, but still laden with its own sense of urgency. A long line of moisture flowed down her leg and out of her ass, but wait; this moisture seemed to levitate from her. No! I see now! The dark almost concealed it, but now I could see his hardness, his beautiful, thick cock was drawing her glistening desire from her very core as his tongue had once done for me. He thrust it home with such force, although it was she that screamed, it was my core, my belly, my pussy, that felt the blow. Two thrusts, three…louder and louder, four, five….I felt myself melting, warm and cold, dying and being reborn all at once. I wanted him to die, to make me live. I wanted to beat her, to BE her! And all the while, I just couldn’t stop watching… Eight thrusts, nine…and finally, a long scream erupted from her. Sire, in the grasp of his own release, reared his head back and held her hips tightly to him, his smooth buttocks tensing, then calming from the slow embrace of afterglow. They both fell to their knees, and then she collapsed on the mattress with him following after her, draping her like a velvet shroud. I felt my teeth grind together in a snarl. With a sense of betrayal, but mixed with something deeper, I moved swiftly to his easel. A startled voice said, “What was that?!” but I was beyond its meaning, beyond caring if I was discovered. A child’s reasoning burnt inside me and wanted him to hurt as much as I did, and I grabbed his canvas from the easel, preparing to smash it down. And then I saw them again: the two on the canvas, so enwrapped by discovery, by passion, by joy. Suddenly, I realized as real as my pain felt, I knew I couldn’t inflict it; certainly not on these two. I felt tears run down my face as I placed the painting back down on its rightful perch. Then I felt something else. My shoulder hit the wall hard as the rest of my body took the brunt of a Quarterback’s tackle. “What the HELL are you doing here?!” I heard Sire shout, felt myself being grabbed by my suit collar, and then, as much as I had already seen him, he finally saw me. “Vi?” Ms. Half Pretty’s voice called from the bedroom. “Sire? Are you okay?” His head turned for just a moment, and I made it count. Tearing away from him, I fled down the hallway, flung myself out of his apartment and ran down the street at top speed, never once looking back. As I reached the train station, I realized that I had dropped my tote in his apartment. A frantic search found my pocket change purse with just two tokens and my spare house keys, enough to get me home. Still panting, in fact, still crying, I reached the top of the stairs when a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I spun around to see Sire’s face. “Vi…what are you doing here?” he asked. I looked in his eyes and told him: “I honestly have no idea.”