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The Invitation

By: oOScarletWingsOo



I had been looking at it for days. The invitation had been sent out in Keith's typical style, a warm handwritten message on heavy weight stationery. Never mind that an email would have been quicker and less expensive, Keith liked for anything from him to stand out and be a true representation of his style. I ran my fingertip over Keith's clear, concise penmanship. I felt the indention of the paper from the weight of his pen.

"Join me in saying farewell to our friend. Cocktails will be pouring promptly at 8:00."

Keith and I had been at a stand-off for a week. The person who called first would be the loser. This time it wasn't going to be me. I stood by my decision to keep my own place and not move in with Keith. The thought of seeing him at the party with the same hurt in his eyes as the night I told him my decision made my stomach turn in knots. Despite that, I couldn't let our friend, Joshua, leave this country without saying goodbye in person. Why should I let a fight between Keith and me keep me from seeing our friend? A glance at the clock on the wall made up my mind. 7:15. The next dilemma was what to wear.

Rummaging through my closet I came across the dress Keith and I had picked out together. It was still in the plastic. I pulled it out and tossed it on the bed. I laughed to myself remembering how Keith managed to sneak into the dressing room to watch me try it on. He complimented me on how well the fabric hugged my every curve. That was enough to encourage me to buy it.

I thought about how Keith's long masculine fingers opened the zipper then pulled the straps off my shoulders. I remembered the cold surprise of the mirror against my back while Keith kissed over my tummy. Sighing, I looked at the clock. 7:30. I'd never make it in time if I sank any further into thoughts of our shopping excursion. In thirty minutes I took a quick shower, managed to slip into the dress without distraction and was out the door. 

The guest of honor greeted me when I arrived. 

"Joshua. I can't believe you're leaving me." I put on my best pout then hugged him tightly. 

Josh grinned. "You know, Natalie this wasn't the easiest decision I've ever made."

I followed Josh into the living room where the rest of the guests were already drinking and having a good time. My eyes scanned the room to find Keith. I didn't see him.

I turned my attention back to Josh and said, "Oh, I know. If I had met the man of my dreams and he wanted to sweep me off to Spain, I'd have a hard time deciding to go, too."

Josh's face lit up at the mention of his new found love. "Paulo is amazing. I'm blessed to have him in my life."

Josh looked happy. He was not only embarking on an adventure abroad but he was gaining a beautiful, fulfilling relationship. I was happy for him.

"It's meant to be," I said and squeezed his arm.

I heard Keith's laughter from the other side of the room. I turned toward it only to see Keith conversing with another woman. Our eyes met over her head. I held Keith's gaze long enough to convey my sadness.

"There are some other couples that are meant to be," Josh said as he stepped in front of me.

"You don't --"

"I know, Natalie. Keith and I have talked."

"Of course you have." 

Keith and Josh had been friends since high school. They had been through everything from Josh's coming out to the dark times after the death of Keith's parents. It was natural that Keith would share the details of what was going on between us. I felt embarrassed. Even though Josh was my friend too, I was uncomfortable knowing that Josh had learned how much I had hurt Keith. 

"Listen, Natalie. It's not about you moving in or not moving in."

"I know it's not. It's about me maintaining a level of freedom, maintaining some of myself. I worked hard, Josh, very hard to get ahead at work and to acquire a house I can call home. Hell, it was two years without weekends and a life to get there, but I did it, on my own."

Josh chuckled.

"What?" I said.

"He loves you for that. Don't think for a moment that it's all wasted on him. He gets it."

"So why is he so hell bent on changing it all?"

Josh took me by the shoulders. "You are a sharp cookie, Nat, but you've got a lot to learn about men."

A shriek came from the backyard. While we were talking the party had moved outside underneath the yellow glow of the party lights Keith had strung.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look. I'm not going to miss my party to school you on your man."

"Sometimes I think a little insider information would help." I hung my head.

"You'll figure it out. I'm going to get into whatever is causing all the commotion outside." He winked then made his way out through the French doors leading onto the patio.

I walked to the bay window that opened up to the backyard. The music playing inside the house was loud enough to be heard out in the yard. Some couples were dancing. Others collected in small groups chatting and enjoying the bottles of wine Keith had purchased to keep the partying flowing. 

I thought about what Josh had said. I wondered if I really didn't know enough about men in general and my man specifically to make amends now. 

In the glass of the window, I caught sight of a figure coming up behind me. Before I could turn, two hands came to rest on my shoulders. Keith's voice warmed my ear.

"I'm glad you came."

I turned to look into Keith's eyes. Their steady brilliance softened me. When they caressed my face I was ready to pour out my apologies. 

"I --"

Keith lifted a finger to my lips to silence me. I watched him lift a black scarf from his pocket. He made a move to put it on me. I moved away.

"It's all right. Let me put this on you," he said.

I shot him a suspicious look. The last thing I saw before Keith secured the scarf over my eyes was a pleased smile creeping across his lips. 

"Let's go some place more quiet."

From behind, Keith led me through the house. The sounds of the chatting and the music faded into the distance. I could tell we were walking into another room. There was a slight temperature change, warmer. The scent of vanilla filled my nose.

"Why --"

"Shhhh...Natalie be a good girl and close those sweet lips of yours. Trust me."

I giggled. "I do trust you silly, but --"

I felt the pressure of Keith's finger on my lips again. A moment later I heard a door clicking shut, locking.

I listened closely. I heard Keith walk to the other side of the room. Drawers and cabinets opened and closed. There in my own darkness, I felt vulnerable and anxious, yet safe. My heart was pounding. I could hear it in my ears. I wanted to hear Keith's voice, feel his touch, something.

"Okay. This is just too weird." I laughed and reached for the scarf. Keith caught my wrists then guided them to my sides. He walked away.

"You've picked the perfect thing to wear. I remember when we bought it." I turned my body to face Keith's voice. "Yes, I remember...and by that smile I see you remember also."

Feeling a blush I just nodded.

"Show me how I touched you that day in the dressing room."

"What?"

With a serious tone, Keith spoke. "Touch yourself the way I touched you that day starting by taking that dress off."

"Can't we talk first, Keith? There's something I really need to say to you."

"There will be time to talk. Now show me."

My hands found the side zipper. I shifted my weight in the high heeled sandals.

"No need to be shy, Nat. Show me. Let me see that sexy body of yours. Show it off for me."

I tugged the zipper down. "I feel ---"

"Shhhh."

I swallowed hard before lifting one arm out of a strap. My mind filled with thoughts of what Keith could be doing. Was he sitting there naked? Would he be stroking himself as I undressed? Those thoughts were enough to warm my skin and coax me to strip down further, out of the dress and then out of my shoes.

"That's it. Now how did I touch you, Natalie?"

Recalling that memory, my fingers followed the same path Keith's did that day. I stroked over my shoulders, my sides, to my bottom. I splayed my fingers wide across my tummy before pushing them down into my panties. Caught in the moment I allowed my fingertips to brush my clit. It was throbbing, aching to be rubbed. I ran my middle finger over it. My body flinched at the sensation. The backs of my fingers slid against the moisture that had collected in the crotch of my panties. 

I moaned thinking of Keith there watching me. I pushed my bra from my shoulder with my other hand, freeing my breast. Using my index finger and thumb I brought my nipple to a tight peak by circling and tugging it gently. I removed my hand from my panties to touch my breasts with both hands but to my surprise Keith's mouth caught my finger on the way out of my panties. Keith's touch sent an electric tingle up my arms. His mouth was hot around my finger. Before I could lift my hand to remove the blindfold Keith stopped me once again.

"It isn't time."

"But I want to see you." I was breathless. "I want to see if you want me as badly as I want you right now." 

"Oh I do. I've been waiting for this."

My laugh was a mix of playfulness and frustration.

"Now I want you to lie down, Nat."

I allowed Keith to guide me until I felt the bed at the back of my legs. I sat. Keith pushed my shoulders down into the bed. I felt his soft, freshly shaven face against my chest then tiny kisses up to my neck. I giggled and wove my fingers into the thickness of his hair to gingerly direct him where to kiss and nibble. My body relaxed and I stopped feeling the need to see my surroundings. Instinct and memory took over. His touch painted the picture and filled my blindness.

"You smell so good." 

His voice was muffled by the curve of my hip. My sense of touch was heightened by my lack of sight. I savored the feeling of Keith's hands. He released me from my bra then took hold of my panties. I lifted my hips then my legs to help him remove them. The hair on my arms stood on end when the exposed length of him slid against my inner thigh. I invited Keith inside by opening my legs. I waited, trembling for him to accept. I heard a snap and froze.

"What's that?" I asked.

Cold liquid fell on my stomach. I moved out of the way. 

"Be still." 

I concentrated on the slick, gel-like rope landing on my tummy, up across my nipples then covering my left breast in a thick circle. 

"Is it lotion?"

Keith remained silent. He used a finger to smooth the substance into my breast. One finger after another flicked against my nipple.

"Keith, you could at least tell me what it is."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes!"

I heard the snap again. The application resumed at my throat and continued over my chin then ended at my lips. 

"Go on. Taste it."

I flicked out my tongue and tasted chocolate syrup. Keith's kiss covered my mouth. The flavor of his lips and tongue mixed with the sweet thickness of the chocolate and thrilled me. I pulled him close to my body, binding us with the chocolate confection. His tongue swirled passionately in my mouth. His kisses were what I loved best. They were a dance led by his full lips and set at a pace that waltzed me from the edge of desire to the peaks of satisfaction. I reluctantly released his lips allowing them on my throat to gather the syrupy trail. Keith positioned himself between my legs. His hands moved over me with more force. Keith pushed the backs of my thighs up and open, to expose my pussy. 

"Please. No more teasing," I whispered.

His tongue moved over my clit so slowly it was mind blowing. It was as if he wanted to feel the quick pulse beating through it from every inch and angle. The syrup of my excitement poured out of me and Keith licked it away with a hunger that was audible and insatiable. I tried to move away from his mouth when the pleasure was almost too much to bear only to have Keith's hands bring me back to his mouth. Fast, hungry and driven by desire he pleased me with his mouth then parted my lips with two fingers. My moans echoed through the room. Every muscle tensed and in moments quick powerful spasms rocked my body. Keith pressed into my pussy forcing out every last pleasurable quake. His attention slowed to light kisses and soon moved to my inner thigh. I felt alive. I couldn't help the smile on my face. Keith pressed his lips against mine. He moved on top of me. His body was hard, lean and molded to my every curve. Our skin made a kissing sound when his tall frame lifted away from me.

"You're sticky," I said against his neck before I captured his earlobe with my teeth.

"And you're wet." 

Keith made his growing hardness rest between my soaked lips. I pulled him down to me. My hands explored Keith's back and butt. I moved against him to coat his cock with the juices he had helped create. I couldn't seem to get him close enough to me. I wanted to lose myself inside him, let my desire take control and be one with him. I arched. Our bodies separated but I felt tiny strands of cocoa and sugar connecting us. Keith licked my throat then followed the smeared line of sweetness down to my chest.

"It's time." Keith pushed the scarf from my face without another word. 

My eyes adjusted to the soft light. A few blinks brought Keith's handsome face into focus. Our eyes met. Everything that needed to be said was said. I knew we both felt a satisfying wholeness at the same time when we smiled. Keith kissed me once more then entered me, slowly. He watched my eyes drift shut while a warm rush spread on my skin. I felt like I was wading, shoulder deep, into rich melted chocolate. I let go, allowed myself to drown in the luxurious sensation of our bodies joining. 

Our lovemaking matched the languid explorations of our hands and lips and fingers on shoulders, on necks and backs. Our bodies clung together, heating quickly, while Keith stroked in and out of me. I didn't have the breath to say how good he was making me feel. I mouthed the words. I sought his kisses like each one would fill my lungs and save my life. 

I moved my hips to deepen the penetration. I loved that he wanted to hold back and prolong what we were experiencing. He gathered me into his arms then pulled me onto his lap. His strong hands gripped my hips to control how much of him I could have. He lifted me up and down quickly for several strokes then slowed the pace to ease into me inch by inch. 

We began to move together. As I released my head back, Keith's mouth found my erect nipple. That was enough to make my pending orgasm speed towards me. I moaned and worked my hips down harder.

"Oh, I'm so close," I repeated over and over as if just saying the words could extend the sensation of riding the edge of my orgasm. 

I pushed Keith back onto the bed. I filled myself with his cock the way I needed. I looked down at Keith. In the low light I could see a slight flush on his skin. I touched his face, his neck, and his chest. His skin was hot. His eyes were half open but focused on his cock as it disappeared inside me.

"Come with me, Keith. Will you come with me?" I said between pants. 

Keith lifted his hips into me. I couldn't hold back my release. Small twinges inside my pussy surged into rapid pulses around Keith's cock. My body became weightless when every tense muscle in my body relaxed. The most sensational feeling flooded my senses. My orgasm was a powerful drug shot directly into my veins. It was what I had wanted. 

I collapsed against Keith, unable to hold myself up while every limb quivered. Keith held my bottom tightly with both hands and pulled me down harder and harder until his body was convulsing against mine. The only sounds he made were soft but quick breaths. I spoke his name softly into his neck while I milked every bit of ecstasy from his body with tiny gyrations of my hips and deliberate contractions of my inner walls. Keith writhed underneath me until the pressure of his erection eased and his hold on my bottom slackened.

Blissful sighs and quiet moans were all we could muster as our bodies recovered. It was several minutes before I could think of anything besides the pleasantly steamy body underneath me. 

Keith made the first movement by rolling us onto our sides. Random smudges of chocolate that remained on our bodies made it feel like we were pulling apart the hook and eye of Velcro when we parted. I lifted my head enough to see his face. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth and his eyes were closed. 

"So we've made up?" Keith said and then playfully pulled me into him. His smile broadened.

I laughed. "Well, how could I resist..." I looked down at the smudges of chocolate here and there on Keith's pale sheets. "Your chocolate covered apology?"

Keith looked at me. "I figured if I couldn't win you over with something sweet, I'd get you with something hard." He pressed himself against my leg.

"You always did throw the best parties," I said then cupped him in my hands.

"Speaking of." 

Keith rolled out of the bed, retrieved a hand towel off the night stand and wiped his chest quickly before he began to dress.

"You can't be going back out there." I grabbed towel and rubbed away the chocolate smudges.

"You just said I threw the best parties. I can't disappoint my guests." He winked. 

I wanted to protest, but he was right. We'd been rude sneaking off to his bedroom to have make-up sex.

Keith held my dress out to me with the straps perched on his thumbs and forefingers. "Come now. Get dressed. We'll shuffle everyone out and well... see where the rest of the evening takes us." 

I stepped into the dress. Keith pulled the zipper up. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times. He gave me a once over.

"Oops. What do we have here?"

Keith bent his head to my shoulder. Using his tongue he licked a smudge of chocolate away. The lick turned into a kiss. The kiss traveled up to my neck.

He whispered into my ear, "Home will always be right where you are, Natalie." 

*

2009 © Nicole Best

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The Invitation



Phil and Nance returned to their suite at the Reefer's Hotel & Resort in Jamaica after spending the afternoon at the beach. While Nancy showered, Phil made them a couple of fruit and rum flavored drinks. He was looking for the can of mixed nuts they'd bought the day before in town when he spied the note.

Dearest Nancy & Phil:

We have yet to meet, but we have admired the two of you since You arrived here at the Reefer's. Rest assured we are trustworthy And want to get acquainted. Why not come over to our Villa, it's #276, say about 7 tonight? We promise you fun and enjoyment.

Dick and Jane

He showed the note to Nancy as she came out of the shower, wiping her hair as rivulets of water still clung to her nipples.

"Wow!" she said after reading it. You thinking what I'm thinking, Phil?"

"Sounds like an invitation to swap partners, you ask me."

"It could also be totally innocent. I mean, they might be an eighty year old couple," Nancy laughed.

"I doubt it," Phil replied.

"You don't want to go?" Nancy said quietly.

"It's not that," he replied. "We don't know who they are, and we don't know just what they expect of us."

Nancy giggled, "If they've seen you in that g-string you wore to the pool yesterday, then I know they don't want to spend the evening talking."

"Hey, I thought I came off pretty good in my hekini," Phil laughed.

"Oh, you did, baby. I couldn't keep my eyes off it, I mean you."

"Yeah, except to keep an eye on every female at the pool to let them know they'd better not come onto your territory."

Nancy waited until Phil finished taking his shower before broaching the note again.

"I think we should go. If it's not to our liking, we can stay a decent interval and then leave. We can make up a code word so we'll know what the other is thinking."

Phil nodded acceptance. "What word shall we use?" he said.

"How about 'baseball?'" Nancy asked. "You like the game. Mention baseball if you think we should make an excuse then leave."

"Okay, I'll use the code word, you think up some excuse, you're good at that sort of thing."

"I'm good at some other things too, sweetie-pie," Nancy chirped as she gave his dangling dick a friendly squeeze.

"I'm up for fun and games, Nance," Phil laughed, "are you?"

"I think we should hold off for now. I mean, what if Dick and Jane are super hot?'

With some reluctance, Phil agreed with his partner and they took a short nap before dressing and wandering over to the mystery villa.

*****

Nancy wore a lightweight cotton shift, shunning a bra and opting for the skimpiest thong she owned. Phil donned a pair of drawstring pants and a sleeveless black T that clung to his well sculpted torso.

The young couple was impressed with Villa #276. It was almost three times the size of their own, with white stucco walls rising up to a red tiled roof, that spoke of airy and restrained elegance. 

A lush hedge of iridescent bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as they walked toward their destination. The hedge was quite thick, but occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view into the yard.

Upon hearing some muffled laughter emanating from beyond the foliage, they stopped and peeked through one of the gaps. What they saw were not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in wheel chairs.

Between the villa and Nancy and Phil was a big swimming pool, and between the pool and the hedge was some overstuffed sectional-style furniture covered with white vinyl. But that was not what caught their attention. It was the man and woman using the furniture as a stage for the performance they were unknowingly giving the spying couple. 

This had to be Jane, and she was totally nude. She was stretched out face down on the top edge of the couch. Her rear was directly over the back end; her right foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of the couch. Her left leg extended down to the grass next to the couch. Her hands reached out in front of her head, displaying her well-tanned and muscular back and flanks. 

Phil's penis grew erect on seeing one breast swelling out along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of straddling position that her breasts made on the couch. Her jet-black hair was long and glossy, and hung down toward the ground completely obscuring her face. Overall, she was obviously tall, trim, strong, and totally exposed. Her stance left her ass cheeks spread and her cunt was open to the couple's view.

"Phil," Nancy whispered. "Do you believe this?"

In response, Phil pulled his girlfriend tight against him, being careful not to make any noise.

"What are you doing?" Nancy squeaked, doing her best to remain quiet too.

"She's naked," he whispered.

"I can see that," Nancy laughed quietly then reached behind her to cup his testicles. "Oh my, you are hard, aren't you?"

"Don't make me cum, Nance," he said and she knew he meant it and stopped playing with him, but kept him in her hand, liking the comfort it provided.

They both checked out Jane's nude body.

"Look, see how wet she is!" Nancy said in a voice suddenly husky with lust.

Phil didn't answer at first, bur sent his hand under Nancy's dress in search of her pussy.

"Phil!" she gasped, you better not!"

Before he could answer her, a naked man strolled into view and knelt down next to Jane but closer to the pool, putting Jane between himself and the spying couple behind the hedge.

"What's he doing?" Nancy whispered.

"I'm not sure... it looks... yeah, he's hooking up a garden hose."

"Whatever for?" Nancy said aloud.

Phil made no reply, preferring to wait and see.

It didn't take long before it made sense. Dick, if that's who it was, had connected the hose to a spigot that was part of the nearby Jacuzzi.

"Jesus, Nance, wait until you see what...."

But Nancy could see for herself. The man directed a stream of hot water from the mouth of the hose directly between Jane's opened legs.

Nancy's jaw dropped as she watched enviously as the obviously hot water teasingly splashed over the nude woman's clitoris and labia. She grabbed Phil's hand and brought it directly to her clit. "Rub me there!" she croaked.

"Ready?" the man asked.

"Yes, please," the woman replied and raised her rump ever so slightly as the man put his thumb over the tip of the hose, turning the spray into a more formidable stream that could be seen moving the woman's flesh around.

"Here it comes," he told her; and a jet of water opened the tight collar of her asshole, so that the spying couple could plainly see a shimmering black circle under the flowing water.

"Yesssss, baby!" the woman moaned.

The jet moved to her clit momentarily then her pussy.

"Yesssss, baby!"

Her labia flopped around in the swirling water, reminded Nancy of Phil's testicles hanging under his cock while he fucked her.

If this weren't erotic enough, what happened next was even more unexpected.

Dick, Nancy was sure it was Dick, inched further forward, and the tip of his pulsing cock pointed straight ahead like a missile in search of its target. The couch was the perfect height so that his cock could rendezvous with Jane's open cunt, and he allowed it to be swallowed up into the hot and wet cavity. 

Of course, that wasn't the unusual part; it was what he did with the hose. Joe pulled the head around behind him and held the nozzle with his right hand resting under his ass. It was a little hard to see, but Nancy and Phil could easily imagine where the jet of water was being trained: right onto the juncture of his cock and her cunt.

In this fashion, the spray was simultaneously stimulating her distended clit and splattering onto his balls as well as the sensitive underside of his cock. 

As he began to rock back and forth on his feet, his cock plunged deeply into her cunt and then out. The spray of water shot up and around his cock, and formed a kind of misty fountain of steaming spray. His left hand massaged up and down Jane's slick back, and she started to twist her head back and forth, flipping her wet black hair around in the edges of the halo of spray.

Nancy was grunting from being filled with four of Phil's fingers.

Phil came from rubbing his erection against Nancy's ass, shooting his load into the leaves of the hedge.

The couple fornicating with the hose reached simultaneous climaxes in only a few minutes, and at that point, they began to bounce and shimmy around, accompanied by their loud moans and grunts. Their athleticism was evident as their water-slickened muscles rippled and sparkled in the sunlight. Dick's head arched back and he screamed out his satisfaction.

Jane reached down to grab her knees and pull her haunches up toward her head on either side of the couch just as Dick pumped a couple of spurts into her, dropping the hose to the ground in the process. He rested his cock at the top of Jane's ass crease. 

Phil and Nancy could see the wide pink head lying at the base of her spine, as several more thick gobs of cum surged out into the small of her back. 

"Did you cum, Phil?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah on the hedge."

"Me too," she replied.

"You came on the hedge?" he said kidding her. She took him seriously. "No, silly. I came on your hand!"

"Look at them!" he whispered.

Dick was mixing the water and sperm and massaging the creamy substance into Jane's skin from her ass to her shoulder blades. 

Then he gripped her slippery ass cheeks and squeezed them inward, forming an enclosure through which he slid his diminishing erection a few times before pulling it out all the way.

Jane was laughing lewdly when she slid off the back of the couch onto the cushions, and Dick tumbled forward into her arms. Both disappeared from view of the other couple. The hose continued to splatter the wet vinyl and the couple now rolling about on the grassy lawn.

Nancy turned to Phil and said, "Honey, what time is it?"

"It's three after seven. Shall we go meet Dick and Jane?"



The Invitation



Nick sat nervously in the front seat of his car smoking and watching snowflakes fall from the dark sky. As smoke left his mouth, he waited until he had enough courage to get out of the car and walk along the road to the house where he had been invited. 

Nick flicked the cigarette out of the window thinking 'it's now or never'. Getting out of his car, straightening out the wrinkles from his shirt and trousers, he started to walk to the house. The snow under his shoes making that crumpled noise that he loved. He opened the wooden gate, closed it behind him, and proceeded to the house.

Nick knocked on the door the way he was told to, a man in his early thirties dressed in a white tight t-shirt that really showed his muscles and tight blue jeans answered the door the man only asked one thing "name?"

There was no malice in his tone but Nick still felt intimidated by his presence but managed to say "Nick" the man seemed to change his demeanour his smiled showing all his brilliant white teeth and said "hey good to finally meet you Nick, I'm Paul come in please". 

Nick felt less intimidated and relaxed a little, he started to walk in as Paul stood to one side the warmth hit Nick and made his cold cheeks glow. Nick looked around noticing the large water colour portrait of Paul who had his arm around a beautiful woman with 2 kids in front of them that was hanging on the wall halfway up the stairs before the stairs disappeared.

Paul said "that's my wife and kids but don't worry the kids are at their Grandparents house. Paul smiled to himself as Paul gestured to proceed to go in the room that was next to him.

Nick opened the door as the conversation stopped Nick walked through, he really felt really uneasy and shy now and this showed as he put his hands in his pockets which is a defensive mode in body language and blushed.

A woman who looked like the lady in the portrait walked to Nick, she was wearing a Chinese silk green dress that had gold thread embroidery of flying dragons which fitted her just right, and the tags that looped through the buttons ran down the front of the dress. 

Her large breasts were really stretching the material Nick noticed a long slit that ran from the bottom of the dress to the top of her thigh Nick thought she had great legs. 

Smiling she said "Hi you must be Nick, I'm Sheila I'm really glad you turned up" Nick looked at her and had to come out of his stare to realise what she had said. "Thank you" he said 'thinking she was about 35yrs old' blushing even more. 

"Let me introduce you to everyone else" Sheila led Nick around the room Nick counted 4 other women and 3 other men. Nick sat down with a cold can of beer in his hand next to Sheila as Paul stood in the centre of the room.

Paul started to say "first I would like to welcome Nick, as this is his first time here I shall state the rules. 

Rule1. What happens in this house stays in this house.

Rule2. All parties must agree before any activity is started.

Rule3. No condom no sex, unless other party agrees.

Rule4. No violence and or arguing.

Rule5. See rule 1.

Everyone laughed as Nick smiled Sheila turned to Nick putting her hand on his knee and said "you're with me first, hope you don't mind?" Nick couldn't believe his luck and replied "no, of course not" with a big smile on his face. 

Sheila smiled also, got up holding Nick's hand gesturing him to get up and follow her. As Nick walked past Paul, Paul winked at Nick and said "enjoy".

Nick smiled and thought 'I will'. Walking up the stairs where the portrait was hanging Sheila opened a bedroom door Nick walked in and noticed the king size bed in the middle of the bedroom with red satin silk sheets, and matching pillow cases.

There was a large TV mounted on the other wall facing the bed which had something paused on the tele, Nick could smell something that was sweet but not over powering he liked it, Nick turned around and Sheila asked seductively "would you like me to undress you?".

Nick replied "what about the rules?" Sheila laughed and said "honey, tonight with me they are no rules, I always get what I want and I want you".

Pointing to Nick She got the remote control from the cabinet next to her then pressed play a porn film started to play. Sheila slowly walked to Nick then placed her full red lips on to his lips, Nick parted his lips to allow access for Sheila's tongue to explore his mouth.

Nick's hands found the zip on Sheila's dress then slowly unzipped the dress allowing it to fall, Nick could feel her breasts pressing up against him Nick started to kiss Sheila's neck as Sheila moaned in pleasure he unclasped her lace cream coloured bra then stood back, as the bra dropped to the ground.

Nick could see her now erect nipples Sheila wanted Nick to fuck her there and then but Nick had other ideas. Nick ordered Sheila to play with her nipples which she did obligingly. The thought of a younger man a stranger telling Sheila what to do in her own bedroom turned her on. Nick watched on as Sheila carried on playing with her nipples.

Nick stuck his hand out and ordered her to stop Sheila did as she was told then placed her hands down by her side. Nick then said "kneel down where you are" Sheila obeyed his command She loved been submissive, Nick got up from the bed and walked towards Sheila, she licked her top lip hoping to suck Nick's cock. 

Nick walked past Sheila, Sheila felt disappointed then Nick quickly turned around crouched down then pulled Sheila's hair, Sheila let out a yelp as she enjoyed the pain. Nick whispered in her ear as he squeezed one of her nipples Sheila quickly gasped for breath enjoying the pain even more "now you can undress me".

Nick let go of her nipple and hair then got on the bed and started to watch the film Sheila got up then walked to Nick she started to take off his trainers and socks, she then sucked his toes one by one starting with the smallest first on his left foot.

Nick let out a moan of pleasure he was disappointed with himself as he didn't want Sheila to know that he was enjoying it.

Nick could feel his cock grow inside his trousers after Sheila had sucked all his toes she then ran her hands up Nick's legs feeling the smooth fabric on her hands.

Sheila stopped at the base of his trouser zip Sheila noticed the big bulge smiled and asked "what have we got here?" Nick pretended he didn't hear her as he continued to watch the film Sheila slowly ran her hand over the bulge and felt his cock twitch. 

Sheila wanted a better view so she took off his trousers. Sheila was gob smacked about three things the first was that Nick wasn't wearing any boxers that she liked a lot. 

The second was that Nick's cock must have been at least 10 inches long and about 2 inches thick she knew she was going to enjoy that.

The third was Nick's cock was circumcised which was her favourite kind of cock. 

Sheila lifted the heavy cock with her fingers bent down opened her mouth to engulf Nick's big cock, Nick stopped her by putting his hands over his cock, he then said with a disappointment in his voice "I'm not fully undressed yet".

Sheila smiled and replied "yes Sir" She unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped the shirt off Sheila kissed his shaven chest licked and sucked both of his nipples in turn as they became erect and sensitive.

Nick's cock twitched and became erect leaving a line of pre-cum on Nick's thigh, Sheila slid her hand down and started to slowly teasingly touched his cock with her long finger nail the sensation was overpowering for Nick as his cock came to full erection.

This sensation was out of this world for Nick he kissed Sheila and ordered her to suck his cock, Sheila had noticed the time and effort Nick had given to ensure his back, crack and sack was waxed.She didn't need telling twice Sheila kissed the head of his cock and tasted the pre-cum, she then licked his cock from the head to his balls which were heavy. 

Nick moaned as he closed his eyes enjoying what was happening to him Sheila opened her mouth and took his big cock and started to suck, Sheila started slow but soon found a rhythm as her saliva ran down his cock. Nick held Sheila's head and fucked her mouth as she gagged and gasped for breath but wanted more. 

Nick told Sheila he wanted to do a 69, as she was still sucking him she managed to turn herself around and positioned her wet shaven pussy onto Nick's face Nick knew she had done this manoeuvre before but he didn't mind one bit. 

He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart he noticed her swollen clit and nibbled on it this was too much for Sheila as she bucked, then screamed in pleasure whilst having an orgasm. She squirted her juices onto Nick's face, Nick wanted more so he continued to suck lick and poke her pussy. 

Orgasm after orgasm, wave after wave of pure pleasure shot through her body Sheila had never had so many orgasms in one go, as soon as she recovered from one orgasm another orgasm started. Nick inserted his thumb into her pussy and a finger into her ass.

Sheila had never let another man do that to her before not even her own husband but tonight she wanted it all. Nick started to finger fuck her as Sheila laid there squirming and writhing Nick told Sheila to sit on his cock she did as she was told.

Sheila straddled him slowly inserted his cock into her wet pussy until he was fully in, Sheila sat there for a moment until she was comfortable as she had never had a cock as big as this inside her. 

She started to rock backwards and forwards as she was screaming in pleasure her juices were flowing out of her wet pussy, Nick lifted himself up then sucked hard on her nipples as she dug her nails into his back as she quickly had another orgasm, Sheila leaned backwards and soon realised that she could fuck him hard.

Sheila's screaming could be heard outside the bedroom as she rode his big cock both bodies covered in sweat as they fucked. Sheila said "fuck me doggy style" Sheila bent over showing her ass in the air.

Nick inserted two fingers into her pussy fucked her hard and brought her to another squirting orgasm. He then rammed his cock into her wanting wet pussy as she screamed in delight Nick held on to her thighs as he fucked her as hard as he could his large heavy balls slapping against her ass.

Nick sucked his thumb and made sure they were plenty of saliva as he inserted his thumb into her ass Sheila gasped with the mixture of pain and pleasure whilst having another orgasm. Nick withdrew and placed his cock at the base of her arse he slowly started to nudge his cock into her but Sheila stopped him and said "no baby you're just too big for that".

Nick rammed his cock back into her sopping wet pussy as Sheila laid her head on the pillow as she used one of her hands to play with Nick's balls,

this was too much for him and he felt his cock twitch he was about to pull out and cum on her back when Sheila cried out "cum in me baby".

Nick carried on fucking her he then shouted out as Nick shot his hot cum into her, spurt after spurt of cum came out of his cock as he continued to fuck Sheila. 

Nick withdrew his cock which had a mixture of his cum and her juices Sheila sucked his cock until there was no more cum left. Sheila laid next to Nick with her head on his chest listening to his fast heart beat as they fell asleep together. There was a knock at the door Paul peered his head in he was aroused at what he saw then said "time to change guys".

Paul winked at Nick as he could see the smile on his wife's face "hope you've still got some energy left Nick"? Paul said as this brunette lady walked in naked looking just as good as Sheila and wanting what Sheila had just had. 



The Invitation



The car turns in a long shady drive towards the cottage. The cottage, I smile, is rather like a large house than what I pictured in my mind. It was a week ago when the courier brought this adventure. Tucked into a red envelope, neatly written was this address, day and time. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It belonged to my Master, my top, my Dom, my Christian Grey, as people who lived "vanilla" lifestyles would understand it. 

The driver who has attempted to make small talk the entire way, was now only a distant murmuring sound, as we approached the building. It was lovely, and charming. It reminded me of a place that one would go to regroup after a challenging year at work. Or, where new agers would gather for group hugs. As peaceful and solitary the facade seemed, I know that inside there would be something quite different waiting for me. Yes, my world , my submissive world, is behind that door we are now parked in front of.

The driver announces our arrival in a louder tone, that breaks me away from my trance. I reach into my purse for another envelope that was provided to me to give to him. My Dom, always thinks of everything. As I hand what I'm assuming to be his fare to him, I look away from his eyes but softly touch his hand with my finger tip in a light stroke. I've been trained and taught so well. Always demure. Always seductive. An intoxicating blend for any hot blooded man, or woman for that matter.

I smooth my hip hugging mini skirt, as I get out of the car. There is nothing left to do but to walk up the stone path and enter the door. My usual trembling starts as I can almost feel his presence. He has always had that effect on me. Hard as I try I can never overcome my physical reactions. 

The wood door is heavy as I grasp the handle and push against it. The inside is just as charming. A fireplace adorns this great room with vaulted ceilings. Stairs on both sides lead to upper levels, and hallways veer off in both directions to probably what are the many guest rooms of this B and B." Rustic", I have time to think to myself for a quick moment, than I see Him.

He is looking out the far left window into the forest behind the cottage, and his back is turned to me. The excited trembling quickens, and I am rooted instantly to my spot.

"Come to me" he says.

I slowly and carefully make my way across the room. His familiar scent of cologned begins that even familiar ache between my thighs. All I want and need is to be against his body and the rest of the way to him seems suddenly very far. Finally, I reach up and lay my hand on his shoulder.

"Kneel for me nikki"

Immediately my knees meet the hard, cool, wood floor. I rest back on my high heeled shoes and turn my head down towards my hands, which lay palm up on my thighs. Sensing him turn to me, a smile parts my lips. 

"You will be rewarded in due time, nikki, for arriving on time and following all of my instructions, but first I have a game to play with you." 

" Yes, Sir." I whisper, hardly audible.

Doesn't he know I ache to be in his arms, to be touched by him. The increasing ache, and wetness, is making my thong panties feel too constricting. Doesn't he know that I want him to tear them off of me, lift my skirt to my waist, and sink his cock deep inside of me. Yes, he does know, and this is all part of the game. I try to concentrate on the grain of the floor to push the thought of my increasing need aside. 

His hand strokes my hair, down my cheek, to my chin. He is gentle, as I know he can be. I also know his firm side. Each can be just as pleasurable. He lifts my chin. " Ready?" he asks, his eyes locked on mine, now upturned. "I'm always ready, Sir." 

Out of his pocket, familiar objects appear. Two wrist cuffs. I remember the leather and velvet cuffs from previous times. Hard and soft, tough and tender, giving and unyeilding. He grasps my hand, and slowly puts them on. They are tight and firm. "There now, you always look better when you are adoned" he says as he pulls to test their fit.

"Thank you Sir" I say

"You are welcome nikki, and you may stand"

He assists me, as I rise. I try to push my body closer, but he keeps me still a few inches from touching him. It's killing me, and I feel that I'm going to orgasm with the desire that fills my body. My nipples push against the fabric of my bra, giving me at least a little feeling of ecstasy.

My Dom takes a small box from the table near to us, "This is how my game works. All you need to do is reach into this box, and choose one, then follow the instructions. As you know you should always carry yourself the way I've trained you, throughout." I nod and peek into the box, which is full of keys with a small piece of paper attached to each. "Keys are so interesting aren't they nikki, you never know where they will lead and what is on the other side of a locked door." I glance at him, and try to put together in my mind what he may have in store.

I reach in and grasp a key, but change my mind and choose one from the bottom of the pile. I open the folded paper attached.."room 25" it reads, " Deliver a bottle of champagne"

"Show me" he says. I turn the paper towards him. "An excellent choice, my precious nikki, now carry on. You'll find champagned chilling in the kitchen, which is down the hall there to your right." Game on, I can't help thinking to myself as I head to get the bottle.

I proceed down the right hall that takes me past the dining area in to kitchen. A bottle of champagne is chilling inside a bucket on a large center island. I reach out, grasp the neck and wrap my fingers around it. My fingers should be put to other uses right now, rather than for an errand, I think as I lift the cold wet bottle. I wrap a nearby towel around its base and return to the great room. He is sitting near the fireplace smiling at me." You will find the room upstairs, there", pointing to the left staircase. "Yes, Sir" I reply, hoping that he sees the yearning in my expression to stay. 

I climb the steps to the second floor landing and proceed down the hallway. There are several doors on the left as I look down the hallway. The first is room 20. There must be 10 similar rooms downstairs. I think of the keys in the box. Was there one for each room, or would all of them lead me to room 25? I continue,...room 21,...room 22.

As I pass room 22, the door to room 23 opens and a fair skinned man with dark features looks out and leans against the door frame. He says nothing but continues to watch me as I approach. He crosses his arms, and his smile and eyes are hungry looking. Watching me like I'm a young girl in a red cloak, as he is a wolf. 

I hurridly glance down towards the floor, as I'm trained to do as I passed, but not before I catch a glance of his room. It is dark with curtains drawn, and candles are lit. There are ropes on the bed, layed out straight. I'm suddenly more aware of the cuffs around my wrists as I look away and continue on. "That's a shame,..maybe later." he says to my back, and my heartrate beats a little faster, as I have now been given a clue as to what my seemingly simple errand might lead to. 

Room 24....

Room 25. I turn and hold the key out towards the lock.

Pausing, and listening to what or whom may be behind the door, my breath quickens. I can hear a low voice, and perhaps another a bit higher in pitch. Almost dropping the key, I shakily insert it into the lock and turn. The door easily swings in and there are two African American men seated, staring at me. Two more black men are at a small table on the side of the room. I am still, looking into the room as a fifth black man approaches me from the right of the door. He takes me by the elbow and leads me into the room saying, " Gentlemen, we have a guest."

Being a petite 5 foot 1, he towers over me at least 6'3. He closes the door behind me and takes the key from my hand. One of the men seated on the lounge chair, got up and took the champagne bottle from me and proceded to a small bar in the room. My first greeter, put both of his large strong hands on each of my shoulders and turned me to him. His cologne was intoxicating, and I could instantly feel power in his body. "I have a special seat for you by the window. I have been told by your Dom that you are to do what we ask of you, is that agreeable?" I nod, as I feel the already stirring desire in me increase even more. 

He takes me by the hand and leads me to the chair. All of the other men begin to rise and approach. Naturally I'm frightened and I think that he can feel my trembling. "We are going to make your visit here memorable." I remind myself that my Master would never put me in a situation that is dangerous, and I force myself to relax. 

He pushes down on my shoulders firmly as I sit onto a straight back chair facing out the window. Dusk is approaching and all I see is a vast forest in front of me. All the men stay behind me. "Look straight out the window" someone else says. I watch the leaves for a moment before I see a black blindfold held in front of my face. In a smooth, firm movement I'm blind folded, and can only hear and feel their closeness to me. Someone takes my wrist and I feel a clasp being applied to the O ring on my wrist cuff. My other wrist is grabbed and I am cuffed together behind the back of the chair. 

Someone brushes my hair from my shoulders and I feel his heat as he leans in to kiss my neck from behind. Chills rush up my back and I feel my nipples harden. My fear is quickly turning to excitement as I realize what is going to happen. I was sent here to give them whatever they want. I have a feeling that they instead would just take whatever they want.

Hands on my thighs, I feel my skirt being slid up. The fingers are reaching up, higher and higher until they hook around the top of my panties and pull. The strong hands lift me off my seat slightly as he pulls off my thong. Pantiless, and exposed, my pussy starts to ache in need. Needing to be touched and played with. Wanting so much to come hard around a big cock. I suddenly find myself hoping that this is not just a tease. I am hoping and wishing that their intentions are to fuck me.

My hands still firmly behind the chair back, my thighs are spread and held open. Someone is pushing against the back of my chair, while fingers are at my blouse buttons, unbuttoning them quickly. I hear a few approving comments, but I'm beginning to get wrapped up in my senses to where I can only feel touch and heat. My blouse is open and my bra is pushed under my breasts. Fingertips are groping, caressing and pinching my nipples suddenly and I feel myself more wet. Fingers are replace with a hot mouth licking and sucking. The rise of pleasure intensifies as someone slides his finger inside of my pussy. Pushing deep inside while running a thumb over my clit, bringing me closer to exploding. I do not have any idea how many men are touching me. The sensations run into one another. 

My wrists are released and I am pushed firmly from the chair to my knees. I feel my face cupped and turned. I feel the heat and hardness of a cock brushing against my lips. "Suck it, baby" a deep voice says. I part my lips and take him in. He is unbelievably hard in my mouth, and tastes delicious to me. I tighten my lips, and work my tongue as he starts to thrust. A hand goes to my hair and wraps itself into it, holding me there firmly. I moan slightly to match his, as my sucking brings him closer to orgasm. I feel him even closer, but he pulls from my mouth, leaving me wanting more to taste. 

"Bring her here to me" I hear, and I'm suddenly being helped up and lead forward. My legs bump against the lounge chair, and I feel someone take my hand and pull me forward. Hands lift me from the waist and I am straddling a seated man. My hands are held firmly above my head by another, while he reaches down between us and places his cock against my pussy. With one upward push of his hips beneath me, I am suddenly filled with hard hot cock. "Ride me baby" 

My arms are released, and I begin to move. I want to feel this cock deep within me. He grabs my waist and sets the pace. I throw my head back, as the pleasure is building in me. The head of his cock is stroking me so sweetly inside, and pushes me to the edge. Finally the wave of my orgasm sweeps over me, as he pushes deeper and quicker into me. 

"I'm going to come" I hear as he pushes hard twice more than stills. We stay together for a moment, and the aftershocks of my orgasm sill run through my body like a river. Only a moment passes and my blindfold is pulled from my eyes. The man before me smiles and licks his lips. " We aren't done with you yet." 

My 6'3 greeter stands naked to my right and grasps my hand. " Come with me" he says as he pulls me lightly. He leads me to a bed and pushes me onto my back. He kneels between my thighs, and I see that his cock is very large and swollen. I need to feel him and I push my hips up in eagerness. He pushes into me and enters me easily. I could be full of his cock all night I think as he strokes me again and again. My clit rubbing against his body with each hard thrust, I feel myself building again. 3 of the other come close. Two are stroking their cocks , and watching me as I'm fucked hard. One man kneels next to me and plays with my nipple, "Stroke my cock", he says. I wrap my hand around his hard cock and begin to masturbate him. The cock in my pussy is getting harder and larger as he approaches his orgasm. He increases his rhythym and pounds me harder. His breathing turns to panting and moaning. Just as I am sure he is about to come, he pulls out of me, glistening from my juices. He wraps his hand around his shaft and rubs hard and explodes onto my belly. I turn to the man next to me so I can taste him and put him into my mouth. I hear the other two come over me and feel their hot liquid fall onto my skin. I suck firmly on the cock in my mouth while my hand moves up and down the shaft. "Let me come on your tits", he says, and I take him out of my mouth, continuing my stroking. His body tenses and I feel him come hard, covering me once again. 

I lay back on the bed, and as each man in turn dresses, kisses me lightly and leaves the room, I wonder if I will be allowed to choose another key from my Master's box.



The Invitation



The subject line of your email read simply "An Invitation." I knew it would be something good. No matter what we had done together, I'd always had a great time with you. We'd traveled to faraway places, and had adventures like horseback riding, hiking, and shooting. We had also done less dramatic things like eating out, going to shows, and working out at the gym. Some of our best times together had been simply curled up on the couch watching TV. Being close to you and sharing the intimacy of our togetherness is what I'd loved the most.

When we were the most exposed to each other had been some of the most intensely intimate moments. No doubt those had come during sex. And had we ever had sex! Together we'd explored and pushed our sexual boundaries pretty far, and reveled in our discoveries. Some might think we'd been kinky or overboard, but I'd never thought in those terms. I knew that when it came to sharing physical pleasure, nothing had ever felt wrong or been off limits. Sure, there were hard boundaries, but those were just common sense, and we'd often laughed together about not doing anything that would land us in the ER. That was definitely a hard limit. Otherwise, in our sex life, and in our entire life together, I had absolute trust in you.

So when I saw your invitation, I knew that my answer would be "yes." I could almost hear myself say that word in the same way I say it during the throes of our passion. The way I say "yes" when you pull my hard cock deep into your mouth, or run your fingernails over my chest. The same way I say "yes" when you penetrate me in the most intimate way of all by thrusting your finger deep into my ass. Yes, yes, whatever you want, anything you want, the answer had been and will always be, "yes!"

With all of these feelings and memories running through me, I opened your email. It was very brief:

You are invited to a play date next Wednesday at 1:00pm.

Location - Our bedroom.

Dress - casual....very casual.

RSVP at your soonest.

There was nothing else, no explanation and no details. "Play date" could mean anything, anything at all. I knew it was your intent to leave a lot to my imagination, to tease me with the possibilities. Teasing and anticipation had always been a big part of our sexual foreplay. I felt a tingle of excitement run through me, and my cock stirred in anticipation of our "play date".

I almost hit the Reply button in my haste to say yes before I noticed several lines of small text at the very bottom of the email. They read:

Fine Print:

1) This is a limited time offer. I suggest that you reply with your acceptance very quickly.

2) Details and instructions will follow.

3) By accepting this offer you accept ALL conditions, limitations, directions, responsibilities and terms, and anything else that I might decide to impose, direct or otherwise layout for you without restriction. And no, I'm not telling you now.

4) Don't bother checking your calendar to see if you're free. I've already checked and you are. No excuses mister!

5) I'm not responsible for what might happen to you if you say no.

I smiled. "Fine Print" indeed. This was so like you -- playful, funny, teasing and demanding all in one. You'd never been one to hide your desires and passions. And even though there was nothing explicit in the email, the depth of your desire came through loud and clear. There was no way on earth that I was going to say no.

My reply was short and sweet, "Yes". "Yes, yes, a million times yes, anything that you want," I thought, and pressed the send button.

A very short while later, I saw two items pop-up in my Google calendar. Since you had complete access to that (as well as everything else), I was not surprised to see that you had put our play date on the calendar. I was a little surprised to see that you had also put "Grooming" on the calendar. I knew exactly what you meant by "Grooming."

I love your body and am very well aware of the attention you devote to keeping yourself physically fit and neat. Your tight rear, and muscled arms don't just happen by themselves. It's the result of hard work in the gym (something we share together), and attention to your diet. And likewise, your delicious pussy, devoid of annoying hair, except for a small landing strip at the very top, doesn't happen by magic either. On a regular basis, you subject yourself to the discomfort of waxing by your favorite beautician, Leena. We'd often laughed together about how she matter-of-factly rips the pubic hair from such a sensitive location. You do that so we can enjoy the erotic pleasure of direct skin contact without pubic hair dulling the sensations.

"No dental floss there," you'd joked.

So in the same way that you had sculpted your body for our pleasure, you introduced me to body grooming, manscaping. It started out with you trimming my abundant chest hair, a manifestation of my plentiful testosterone, I'm sure. First you did it with a pair of scissors, but it wasn't long before you bought an electric trimmer so that you could more quickly and evenly trim my "fur". I immediately appreciated both the neater look and feel. Of course your attention wasn't limited to my chest hair. You did the same to my pubic area, carefully trimming the hair around my cock and balls to a length short enough so that you didn't get any of the "dental floss" you hated during oral sex.

I liked my shorter pubic hair even more than my shorter chest hair. Not only were the sensations I felt while we made love more intense and I knew more enjoyable for you, the day-to-day sensitivity of my nearly naked cock and balls kept the pleasure of our sex life in my attention constantly.

It wasn't long before I began to crave even more stimulation. I sought out ever more minimalistic underwear that cradled my balls and covered as little of me as possible leaving as much of my nearly naked skin exposed as possible. The boxer style underwear got pushed to the back of my dresser drawer in favor of more and more tiny bikinis.

"You've become an underwear whore," you laughed.

But you also said how you liked the way my low and tight bikinis emphasized my cock and make my pants bulge in the front. We'd shopped together online and found ones you liked to see me in, and sometimes you would set out a skimpy pair for me to wear under my work clothes. I enjoyed wearing what you picked because I knew that you'd be thinking all day about how my cock would satisfy you when I got back home. If the guys at work had known I was wearing a thong or a pair of Cox sox they would have only been jealous of the mind-blowing sex that you and I would have later. "Too bad for them if they and their partner weren't as sexually adventurous as you and me," I thought.

I really looked forward to the times you would trim me. You called them "grooming sessions" Each time I would lie naked on the bed while you, naked as well, straddled me, your pussy, warm and full, pressing down on me. You'd loom over me with the trimmer ominously buzzing. The sensuality of being so vulnerable and at your mercy while you operated a power tool next to my most sensitive places was overwhelming. My trust in you in those moments was, and still is, complete.

Needless to say, you weren't surprised when I wanted to move beyond just trimming my pubic hair. I loved the feel of your skin against mine, and I didn't want even the thinnest layer of hair between my cock and your skin. I'd considered shaving my pubic hair . Not only could I look forward to doing it, but I also would have wanted you to do it to me. It would have been glorious to feel you slather me with warm shaving cream, and then carefully position my cock and balls so you could get just the right angle with the razor. But shaving wasn't a good option, because the inevitable prickly stubble would have been painful to you when I thrust my cock into you. Depilatories were also not an option. There was no way I was going to put harsh chemicals "down there". There was only one good option. Just as you put yourself through the relative torture of waxing, so would I.

That was not something that I was going to do lightly. I did my research on the internet and decided that I would try home waxing a small part of myself. If all went well, then I would go all out and bare as much of me as you wanted ... and I could take. So I ventured out to Walmart and got some waxing strips. I tried it first on myself, figuring that I needed to experience it before asking you to do it to me. I was surprised that although it did hurt (and made me really appreciate what you go through) it wasn't as bad as I thought. Before I knew it, I was once more lying naked on the bed under you. This time you wielded warm waxing strips instead of trimmers.

"Spread your legs wide," you said and pressed the warmed strip against my balls.

"Oooh that feels good," I thought, warm wax and your hand massaging the strip against my scrotum.

"Are you ready?" you said and broke my reverie.

I pulled my skin as tight as I could stand (I learned from my earlier self-trials that taut skin is very important) and nodded.

"Riiiiip" The pain was immediate and intense, but not overwhelming. I gasped, but proudly did not cry out. You immediately pressed your hand against my newly bare skin, and that very quickly eased the pain. Your hand directly against my skin without any hair in between felt very good. You looked at me lovingly and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Oh yes," I thought.

"Keep going?" you asked.

I nodded and inside I thought "Oh yes, yes! Keep going."

It felt so erotic. First the warm wax strip against my skin, then the harsh stinging pain as you ripped out the hair. And finally your hand pressed lovingly against my naked skin, easing the pain. I wanted to feel it again and again. When you got to my waxing perineum the pain was more intense. In some ways that made it better, because I knew that the intensity of whatever pain I felt as you took the hair off, would be more than matched by the intensity of the sensations I would later feel from your hands and mouth on that bare skin.

The final peak of eroticism was when you had me pull my legs over my head so you could wax down over my anus. I had learned earlier in our sexual relationship how much I like ass play. I like the intimacy of giving and receiving anal stimulation. We'd experimented with this, and discovered how to please each other.

"Pull your legs up. Higher. Higher," you said. I felt a little silly and a lot like a pretzel in this position, my knees beside my ears, bare butt high in the air. You reminded me that you do this with a complete stranger when you get waxed. So I felt lucky to be in this position with the love of my life rather than some stranger. Besides, being exposed to you was so very erotic. I felt the warm wax strip cover the pucker of my opening and up onto the lower part of my perineum.

"This area doesn't hurt me very much," you said. But I knew how sensitive I am there, and I was reminded of that as I luxuriated in the pleasure of you rubbing the warm wax strip against me with your hand.

"Here we go," you warned and then you yanked the strip off.

It was a mixed feeling. While the area immediately around my anus didn't hurt very much, the pain at my lower perineum was breathtaking. I gasped and felt a little lightheaded. Within seconds your hand was pressed up against me, soothing me, and the pain quickly faded.

"God that feels so good," I thought.

"We've got to stop here. Your skin is kind of red and irritated at this point. We'll have to come back for more later. Pretty good I think." you pronounced holding up the wax strips abundantly coated with the hair that you had ripped out of my now very sensitive skin.

There was very little lingering pain, only a faint sting that I discovered got more intense later.

"I need to put some oil on your skin now," you said.

In seconds I was in heaven. Unbelievable, incredible were the only coherent words that my swirling brain could think of, as you lovingly smeared silky oil over my freshly naked balls, cock, and anus. Your warm slippery hands massaged the oil into me, over my now extremely sensitive skin. I wished that you wouldn't ever stop doing that, but I knew that I could look forward to more when you finished and "came back for more" at a later date.

Ever since that first grooming and waxing, I'd looked forward to our sessions, the sting of pain, the pleasure of your attention, and especially the end result of bare, naked skin that I enjoy 100% of the time. I'd never go back to being furry, ever. So when I saw that you had put "grooming" on my calendar, my cock jumped yet again.

I remembered that our ability to sexually enjoy each other was limited for a day or two after you waxed me, and I pouted a little on the inside. But if you were putting grooming on the calendar in advance of a play date, I knew the delay would be worth it.

Looking at the calendar, I also noticed that our work schedules were opposite each other after that point, right up until our Wednesday play date. Between the post-grooming hiatus and the schedule, it was going to be a long spell before we could satisfy each other. I knew without a doubt that you had planned it that way. You wanted to build up the sexual anticipation to a feverish pitch before we could bury ourselves in each other and release our pent up energy. "How wickedly wonderful of you," I thought.

I also knew that between now and next Wednesday you would torture me by sending me emails and texts hinting at what we would do during our play date. You would use that as well to build ever increasing sexual tension. I loved it when we "sexted" and I always tried to match your teases with my own. My cock grew hard in anticipation -- anticipation of your grooming, and anticipation of the upcoming teases you would lay down on me. I could have cum right there.

When I got home that evening, you were already there puttering about the kitchen.

"We're going to the gym together, then we'll have dinner. It's going to be stir fry. I've made some sangria that's chilling in the fridge." you said.

I could tell your in-charge attitude was in full swing. Hey, who was I to resist? Not only did everything you said sound like a great idea, but I loved it when you led the way.

"Now go upstairs and get ready for the gym," you commanded.

I quickly shed my work clothes and changed into my workout stuff. I pulled on quick dry tee short and a pair of spandex undershorts that I wear under my regular shorts. They are way more comfortable than a jock strap, cup my balls snugly, and prevent chaffing. I also knew that you liked the way I look in them, at least that's what you'd said before. I grabbed my gym card, some socks and shoes and headed downstairs.

"All set," I said as I laced up my running shoes. "Let's get all hot and sweaty," I teased trying to dish out a little of what I knew you'd soon send my way.

"Don't you wish," is all you said with a twinkle in your eye.

An hour and half later, indeed hot and sweaty, we got back home from the gym. As always our workout together was great. We had started our relationship in the gym and it had become a regular part of our lives together. We didn't get there as often as we'd like, but we both valued how staying physically fit made us feel (in the bedroom and outside) and we knew it would prolong our lives together. That was the most important thing.

"Go ahead and get a shower, while I get dinner started," you said.

"Get dinner started?" I thought. "What's to start, it's stir fry."

I headed upstairs without giving it another thought and went straight into the shower to clean off. I washed carefully everywhere, especially my cock and balls. I knew that tonight would be the last night I had any hope of "getting some" before the celibacy that would be enforced by my upcoming grooming and our conflicting work schedules. I wanted every nook and cranny as clean as possible. I ran the bar of soap over every surface, and up and down the crack of my ass and around my balls. I wanted those areas especially clean. My cock grew as I did it, thinking of your hands on me, rubbing and cleaning. It had been too long since we played in the shower together. "Maybe that's what she's planning," I fantasized about bathing together while I got clean, but ultimately stepped out of our oversized shower alone. I was pleasantly surprised to hear music playing loudly from the iPod and see a cold drink waiting for me on the counter. "How sweet" I thought. But I also remembered how under these exact same circumstances you surprised me one day as I came out of the shower and made me jump.

"You screamed like a little girl." you said laughing at me. You still laugh and tell that story. I also remembered that after you surprised me, I made you scream in ecstatic pleasure as we had wildly screwed each other's brains out right afterward. "Hmmm, I wonder if she's reminding me of that?" I thought. But you did not surprise me as I got dressed in loose fitting clothes, nor did we fuck our brains out before I got back down to the kitchen to help make dinner.

"Your turn," I said as I hugged you from behind while you were chopped veggies for the stir fry.

"I'll get a shower later," you said "I'm hungry now."

Trying to get you stirred up I replied "I'm hungry for you now," and nibbled on your ear lobe.

I heard you moan happily when I did that, but you swatted me away. "Food first."

Dinner was great, as always. We sat out on the three season porch, chatting as we ate. As usual, our conversation flowed easily from one topic to the next. As sexy as you are, and as much as I loved your physical body, I loved your mind and your spirit even more.

After we cleaned up the dinner dishes you announced "I'm going to shower now. Sit down and watch some TV or something." Your directions made it clear that I was not invited up into the bathroom with you. Inside I pouted just a little, but I understood that we all need private time, no matter how intimate we might be otherwise. I grabbed my glass of sangria and parked myself in front of the TV to channel surf looking for something to watch while you headed for your shower.

Quite a bit of time elapsed with you in the bathroom and me in front of the TV. I was hoping for a little of the intimacy I'd previously thought about on the couch before bed, but didn't begrudge you the slightest for taking your time and luxuriating during your shower. When you came down and sat next to me on the sofa, your hair was slightly damp and your skin glowed, freshly washed. You had your terrycloth robe wrapped tightly around you.

"Whatcha watching?" you asked.

"You know, I don't really know. I've been flipping channels. What I want to watch is you," I replied.

"Really? And what is it that you think you'll see?"

You sounded playful. My mind raced and my cock stirred. "I want to see all of you, every square inch. There's not a single part of you that I don't like to look at, touch or taste," I said.

"Oh so you want to look at this?" you said, and pulled the lapel of your robe aside so I could see just the edge of your nipple capping your luscious 38 D breast.

"Yes. I love looking at that. But you know, a look is often not enough especially since I really should check and see how good a job you did getting yourself clean," was my reply.

In mock consternation you said, "You doubt my abilities in the shower do you? What other abilities of mine do you doubt?" You let your robe fall wide open so I could gaze fully at your breasts and see the small strip of fluffy pubic hair just above your pussy.

"I don't doubt any of your capabilities," I said. "But it never hurts to double check, you know."




The Invitation



"Then by all means you should double check. I want you to be absolutely sure," you said and pulled me off the couch to lead me upstairs to the bedroom.

Sex that night was unbelievable, as usual. Every time we made love, we were both transported to a nether world of ecstasy as we pleased each other with every part of our bodies. While we'd developed a rhythm to our lovemaking, it was never ever routine. That night was no exception. After orgasming together, we cleaned up, wrapped around each other in bed, and fell asleep until the alarm woke me the next morning for another day at work.

I got into the shower both to wake up and to rinse the smell of you off of me. I would have loved to keep the smell of your pussy on me all day, but it wouldn't have been be wise to go to work smelling of sex. Everyone would have been jealous and the gossip outrageous. After I got out of the shower and dried off, I found that you had laid out a pair of my smallest bikini underwear for me to wear. They clung tightly to my cock and balls. I knew that it would keep me thinking about you all day long.

I finished getting dressed and gave you a peck on the cheek while you lay half asleep in bed. At least I thought you were half asleep until you reached out with your hand to stroke my crotch while I bent over you. "Mmmm. Nice," you murmured. You gave me an abbreviated hand job confirming that I was wearing under my work clothes what you had picked out for me.

It was a routine day at work. My attention never strayed away from the wonderful sensations from my crotch as my cock and balls rubbed in the underwear you had me wearing. Whenever no one was looking, I'd pull them down as low in my pants as I could so that I increased the stimulation. If your plan had been to keep me on edge all day, it worked.

It was shortly before I left work that I got your text message, "Don't forget about your grooming appointment this evening. You better not be late!" Not that I'd forget or would ever dream of being late for that, but I did get a stir out of your reminder and my cock began to swell.

"Yes ma'am," I texted back.

I hoped for something a little out of the ordinary during my grooming that night since our play date was coming up. "Maybe I'll get some extra trimming, some more extensive waxing, or a little extra 'attention' before or after," I thought. Everything about the experience was breath taking as always: your beautiful naked body straddling over me, your damp pussy lips pushing against my own nakedness, the harsh sting as you pulled the wax off, the sensual soothing oil that you rubbed on me. Even the erotic intimacy of pulling my legs over my head as you waxed my anus bare was amazing. It all felt incredible, but there were no special surprises.

"There you go. Just the way I like it. All smooth and silky. This is going to feel so good during our play date." you said after you finished working on me. That was the first I heard you even mention that.

"Oh really?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "And what exactly do you have in mind for that?"

"You will find out. Didn't you read the fine print? You never read anything do you?" you said in pretend frustration. "It said that you agreed to do anything that tell you to do. Do I have to get it out for you to read again?" You gave me a playful smack on the ass. "Now get dressed. Remember to wear loose fitting boxers for a couple of days so you don't get any irritation or ingrown hairs. I don't want you to ruin all the hard work I did on my cock," you said reminding me of how possessive you are of my body parts.

I remained in desperate anticipation the next few days. We worked opposite shifts from each other and about the only way we communicated was via our cell phones. Every now and then I would get a text message or email from you that reminded me about our upcoming date. Each message was a little tease: "How are you feeling? Are you treating my cock well?" or "Are you oiling yourself like I told you to do?" or "Don't forget to check your calendar, I know how forgetful you are." Each text sent a tingle of anticipation through me and my cock always grew hard.

On the Monday before our date I got a longer email from you that read:

Please be advised - The invitation for our play date is also a challenge to step outside of your comfort zone. By accepting the invitation, you have also agreed to step outside that zone and comply with all the instructions, rules, and directions that you will receive. You are expected to follow through to your fullest capabilities. More to follow.

"A 'challenge'?" I thought. There are so many ways that I'd stepped outside my sexual comfort zone with you. We had definitely moved our sex lives out of the bedroom. We'd played with a myriad of toys, explored anal sex, and engaged in public sex. I wondered what you were planning. Whatever it was, I knew that it would be within our mutual hard limits, so I was curious and aroused, but not at all worried.

Getting dressed for work on Tuesday, I found that you had laid out a cockring and a pair of extremely low cut bikini underwear for me to wear. The note you left with them said simply, "Wear these and think of me. Love you." How would I not think of you all throughout the day wearing that? I'd have to hide the hardon that I knew that outfit would cause. I was sure that was exactly what you wanted.

Wednesday morning arrived bright and not so early . You were up before me, which was not surprising since I hadn't gotten home from work until almost one-o'clock in the morning. I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs to get coffee. By the pot, I saw a note from you:

Out to run a few errands before our play date. Your instructions are waiting for you in your email. Enjoy your coffee and breakfast (there's some pastry staying warm in the oven). Love you lots.

PS. Don't you dare be late! XOXO

"Like there's a chance in hell that I'd be late!" I thought. I poured some coffee and cut a slice of pastry as I sat down in front of my laptop at kitchen table. I took a few big swallows of coffee. I knew that I had to fully awake before reading your email.

As the first bit of caffeine awakened my brain a notion came to me. "The date is for one-o'clock in the afternoon and it includes a challenge." At that hour I wouldn't any alcohol to fortify my courage or loosen my inhibitions. You had always been more secure in your sexuality than I, and had been the one to lead the way in pushing our boundaries. It certainly took very little for me to follow where you led, but inevitably it was you that took charge. Having a little bit of alcohol to loosen me up had often been included in our more adventurous sexual exploits. But in the middle of the afternoon I wouldn't have that crutch.

"Oh boy, this is really going to be something," I thought. Now fully awake, I opened your email.

Our date is all set for 1:00 this afternoon. I'm soooo looking forward to being with you. We have as much time to "play" together as we'd like. No interruptions. How yummy! (I could almost see the sparkle in your eyes).

In preparation for our time together please do the following:

1) Shower well and wash all of your nooks and crannies.

2) You should be well healed from your grooming, so no need to apply any oil.

3) Apply cologne liberally. You know how much I like smelliness.

4) Gather some toys from our hiding place and have them in easy reach. Pick our favorites.

5) Get us both something cold to drink. Whatever you want, but no alcohol for me.

6) Get completely undressed (yes I mean everything) and wait for me on the bed. I'll be there at 1:00.

Don't forget the terms and conditions of the original invitation. You have agreed to do absolutely everything and anything I've planned and that I will ask you to do. Remember that I love you and want to have fun together as we play. Trust me.

Your love, always

"Well okay," I thought. "That doesn't sound so extreme." Anyway I did trust you, absolutely and completely. I finished my late breakfast and looked at my watch. There was just enough time for me to leisurely comply with your instructions. I headed upstairs to shave, shower and get ready.

Twelve-fifty arrived and I was ready. I had closely shaved, washed every nook and cranny clean, and liberally applied your favorite cologne. Two big glasses of water sat by the bedside (if you weren't going to drink alcohol, then I wouldn't either), and a selection of our favorite toys was in easy reach. Last, but I hoped not least, was me. I sat stark naked on the bed in accord with your directions, and in growing anticipation of what was to come. My cock had been swelling and shrinking for days thinking about what you might have planned. While I was getting ready, it had remained mostly tensely swollen, a situation aggravated by our abstinence over the past week. I had thought several times about relieving myself in the shower. It would have felt so good to jerk off thinking about your hot pussy under my hand, or about your hard nipples in my mouth. But the timing had never quite worked out. Whenever I was in the shower, you happened to be around. I wasn't ever sure that you wouldn't walk in on me, cock in my hand, cum spurting as I moaned out my climax. I'm not ashamed that I masturbate. As the saying goes "There are those that masturbate, and those that lie." However, for whatever reason, masturbation was never something that I had ever felt comfortable doing in front of you. So after a week without any relief, I was on the ragged edge.

As I sat on the bed, I heard you come in through the garage door. "Hi honey. I'm home and will be right up," you called to me from downstairs. "Are you ready for me? Did you follow all of my directions?"

"Hell yes!" I thought. I was so ready for you. My cock throbbed in agreement.

You have an uncanny way of reading my mind so I wasn't surprised to hear you say, "I'm so ready for you," in a husky, lust filled voice.

I had no idea what you were doing downstairs, but it whatever it was seemed to take forever. When you confidently strode into the bedroom only wearing the sexiest red bra and panties I'd ever seen, my question was answered. It was a brand new set that you put on just for that day. At that moment I was very glad that you had picked one-o'clock in the afternoon for our date, because the light streamed in through the windows and positively illuminated you.

"Do you like?" you asked.

It was a tease filled with sexual overtones. I was speechless. I'm sure that I was drooling on the outside. Because on the inside I was screaming "Hell yes I like! I'm going to fuck your brains out!" The only words I was able to actually say were, "Oh my god! You look so hot!" I started to get up off the bed so that I could attack you and start doing what my brain had just told me to do.

"No. no! I want you to sit right there. Do not move." You pointed your finger at me threateningly. "This is one of the terms and conditions. You do what I tell you to, and I want you to stay right there."

"How can I refuse? I'd given my promise, hadn't I?" I thought. And besides I wanted to do whatever you wanted me to. I stayed on the bed, staring at you, drinking in the sight of your gorgeous breasts barely encased in the red satin, black lace trimmed bra. I could see your hard nipples through the thin material. The panties were cut very low in the front and very high around your legs and ass. A small tuft of pubic hair escaped over the top of the waist band and your smooth labia were barely covered. I could easily see the curve of your ass cheeks well below the bottom edge of the panties as you pirouetted before approaching the bed. My cock throbbed and my balls ached.

"Good. I see that you read my instructions and got everything ready. Did you do everything else that I asked?"

I nodded.

"I better double check," you said, and leaned forward to sniff me. Your breasts swayed down as you bent toward me. I flashed back to how they felt brushing against my chest when you mount me and fuck me from on top. My breath and pulse quickened. My cock jumped.

"Yes. Good boy. One of my favorites," you said taking a deep inhale. "Did you clean all your nooks and crannies?"

I nodded again.

"Did you?" You questioned again. "Which ones did you clean?"

"All of them." I answered.

"That's not what I asked you. I asked which ones you cleaned. Please answer and be specific."

My heart started pounding harder. I knew what you were doing. This was part of the challenge, I was sure. You wanted me to tell you specifically what I did. I had done this to you in the past, and asked you explicitly tell me how to please you down to the smallest detail. It was extremely erotic to hear you to tell me specifically where and how you how you liked me to touch you. It was a small window into your mind and your passions and your desires when you did that. I loved it. Now, you wanted me to do the same with you. This wasn't something I'd ever done before, and I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I had promised.

I began slowly. "I rubbed soap over my nipples and around my arm pits. I used the soap to wash around my balls and cock. Then I ran the bar of soap up my rear and lathered everywhere. I made sure everywhere was very clean."

You were leaning forward toward me as I was talking. Your breasts swayed with each breath. You half closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "Did you stroke your cock while you were cleaning?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Tell me how you stroked that glorious cock, the one that I love sucking."

My breathing got heavier in sync with yours as I went on. "I started at the base of my hard cock and closed my hand around it as I ran my soapy fingers up and down." I could tell you were getting more excited as I continued, so I added more description. "I pulled on it imagining your hands stroking me. I moaned and closed my eyes as I pulled and twisted my warm slippery hand all around myself, squeezing and rubbing like you do."

Your breathing was getting even harder. That turned me on even more, and encouraged me to go even further. "I used my other hand to cup my balls. My naked, smooth balls. The ones you stripped clean of hair."

"Did they feel good in your hand like they do in mine?" you panted.

I leaned in close to you, my lips inches from yours, your eyes now fully closed obviously envisioning what I was describing.

I was really getting into it now. "Yes," I breathed out. "Yes they felt so good in my warm, wet soapy hand. I cupped and fondled my balls as I was stroking my cock. I pulled and rubbed, getting slippery soap everywhere. Everything felt soooo good in my hand. I imaged your hands there, and my balls surged at that thought. My cock swelled and got very hard in my other hand as I kept stroking myself."

Your breathing was absolutely ragged. "Tell me about your ass. Did you clean your ass really well for me?"

It was so arousing. I'd never thought that I could so explicitly talk about touching myself. A shower had always been just a shower, not much to talk about. The only times it was ever a sexual experience was when we showered together, or when I jacked off there in private. Describing it this way to you was so sensual, so erotic that I didn't want to stop. Like so many other sexual experiences that we'd shared, I didn't want to hold back. With you I wanted to push it farther.

"I rubbed the bar of soap up my ass. I started from my heavy balls, and slooowly dragged it up through the crack. It felt so slippery and full as I slid up there. I imagined your hand and fingers there. I could feel your hand pressing the warm, wet, slippery soap into me. I held my cock with my other hand. It throbbed and felt so good. I moaned out loud for you as I rubbed and thought about your hands on me."

"Your hole. Tell me about your asshole," you panted, barely getting the words out.

"Oh I cleaned that really carefully for you. I made sure it was extra clean. I rubbed the soap all over the outside. I could feel myself pucker. My skin is so bare and smooth there now. I could feel every slippery stroke. Oooh, it felt so good. I didn't get any inside me. That wouldn't be good. Only lube goes in there. It goes in there with your fingers as they plunge deep into my tight hole. Or when you put a toy in there and stroke me before I cum. I'm all clean for you back there." I finished.

I knew I had gotten to you the way I wanted. I could see a damp spot spreading on your red satin underwear, and I could smell the wetness of your pussy. I leaned forward an extra inch, and kissed you deeply. We held that kiss for a long time as our tongues danced around in each others' mouths.

Slowly we both settled down, backing away from our mutual spiral toward orgasm. My balls were aching, and my hard cock was beginning to leak pre-cum. Wow, I'd never have thought that I could arouse myself that much with just words. It was the way you got turned on that had really gotten to me. Anything, absolutely anything that got you excited, in turn excited me, but this words-only experience was something new.

"Oh lover," you said as you sat down on the bed after fully recovering. "That was so hot. I love hearing how you cleaned yourself for me in the shower. You know I love touching your body. I'm glad you enjoyed touching it ,too."

You sat across from me with your legs spread wide so I could look directly at your pussy straining against the thin satin fabric of your damp panties. God, I wanted to touch you there, stroke you, taste you, but you were in charge of this play date and I was going to follow your lead wherever it went.

"So tell me what you like." you said, your hand idly, but very intentionally, stroking the smooth satin at the edge of your bra.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Tell what you like to feel when we make love. Tell me where you like me to touch you, how you want me to touch you. I want to know. I want to please you. So tell me details."

I thought I had gone pretty far describing my shower, now you wanted this?

"I like it when you touch my nipples, especially the very first touch. It's like electricity."

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" you reached out and ran your finger gently over my left nipple. Instantly it got hard, and I moaned.

"Yes, yes," I said.

"Then tell me more," you insisted still stroking me.

"You start out like that and it feels so good. Your fingers are cool at first, but heat up quickly as I heat up. You rub your palms over them." Before I could say anything else, you reached toward me and rubbed both of my nipples with your palms just like I was describing.

"Go on," you urged.

My excitement rose and my descriptions became more detailed. "You start gently pinching me. As I get more and more excited your pinches get harder and harder. I like that. I like it when you rake your nails down my chest and ....uggh!" you did exactly what I just described.

I caught my breath before I went on. "I can feel the heat of your nails and I want more, harder, but you don't always give in to me. You hold back teasing. Sometime rubbing gently, sometimes harder. Sometime with your fingers, sometimes with your nails."

My description got choppy, no longer full sentences. I was getting more and more aroused as I described what you do, and you in turn acted it out on me. My balls ached. My cock throbbed and I was definitely dripping. My skin was on fire, my head was pounding and I longed for more and more of your touch.

"Go on, lover. Tell me more. How do you like me to touch your cock? That wonderful cock that we share."

I thought, "Oh God, you're going to do that to me there too. I can't wait."




The Invitation



"You cup my naked balls, stroke them. Your fingers on the tip of my cock. You squeeze and pull. Your fingers stroke me, soft at first, then harder. When I drip, you rub me with it." You did each of the things as I described it. It was amazing. I was reduced to a blithering mess, panting, my heart racing.

Before I exploded, you drew back from me. I could tell that you were aroused too. The wet spot on your panties had grown considerably bigger and your lovely, musky smell was even stronger. The twinkle in your eye got brighter. "Uh, oh," I thought.

"Oh baby, lover. That was so sexy hearing you tell me how you like me to touch you. I love touching you. Tell me how you like to touch yourself."

My heart stopped. "Did you say 'Tell me how you like to touch yourself'?" I thought. "You want me to tell you how I masturbate!?" My brain screamed, "That's private!" I'd never shared with anyone, even you. It had always somehow felt wrong to say anything to you about me masturbating.

I saw your eyes flash with barely hidden warning, "All the terms and conditions lover, all of them!" you say with a barely veiled threat.

"Uh , uh," I stammered. My cock deflated quickly. Encouraging me, you reached out and held my cock in your hand.

"Do you do this?" you asked gently stroking me. My cock stirred and my heart sped up. "Or do you do this?" you began fondling my balls with your other hand. "Tell me what you do."

"Yes I do that," I panted.

"Do what? Tell me." You insisted.

"I hold my cock like that," I blurted out.

Before I could go on, you asked, "Right hand or left?"

"With my right hand."

You began peppering me with questions, distracting me so that I'd talk without thinking about being embarrassed. "Do you squeeze it or pull on it? Where do you start? What's your favorite part to touch?"

My head spun with your touch and the idea that you were going to get me to openly describe how I masturbate. The sexuality of being that open with you while you fondled me, drove me on. I wanted to tell you. "I squeeze until my cock gets hard enough to stroke it. I rub the underside because it's so sensitive there. I rub with the bottom of my wrist, up and down as it gets harder and harder."

"Like this?" you asked, doing to me exactly what I'd just described.

"Yes," I panted "Yes like that."

"Mmmm I know that must feel good," I heard you say past the blood that was pounding in my ears.

I got bolder as I got more and more turned on. "But it's not slippery enough. My hand is too rough. I'll go in the shower and use something to lubricate myself." I said.

I should have seen it coming, but at this point I wasn't able to think clearly. "You mean something like this?" you said as you squeezed a large drop of cold lube onto my cock head. I gasped as you rubbed along the underside at my most sensitive spot with the tip of your thumb.

"Like this?" you asked again.

I was frozen, speechless. It was impossible for me to answer.

I also should have suspected what happened next. I'm absolutely sure you planned it this way.

"Show me!" you commanded. " Show me how you please yourself. Show me how you jack yourself off. I want to see."

Without any thought of resisting you, without hesitation (I wanted so badly to please you), I wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock and slid it up and down, spreading the lube so that I was fully coated and slippery. It felt good, and inside I was so happy to obey you and show off for you.

"Oh baby, that looks soooo good. I just know it feels so good. God, that's hot. Tell me how good it feels."

Again there was no way I could refuse you. I didn't want to. I moaned loudly. "My cock is so hard. It's warm and slippery wet. Just like the inside of your pussy," I added thinking I might arouse you.

I heard the excitement and lust build in your voice. "Don't stop. Show me how you stroke that hard cock. Let me see it slide in and out of your hand. Oh, that's so sexy the way you jerk that cock, that cock of mine."

It went on for a minute or two like that, but before I could finish myself off, you reached out with your hand and stopped me. I was panting and I'm not sure there was much blood flowing to my brain. I was so turned on at that moment that I would have done anything you asked. You had me right where you wanted me.

"Baby, do you do anything else when you jerk off? Have you ever fingered your ass or used one of our toys in there?" you asked.

I couldn't deny you anything at this point? Why would I have wanted to? "Yes," I gasped out.

"Show me, baby. Show me how you please yourself in the ass. I want to see everything." You held up a favorite toy of ours from the pile on the bed, the Aneros butt plug. It was already covered in lube. You knew, you had planned all of this, and you were ready.

"Show me how you slide it into your tight hole while you jack your cock. I want to see," you once again commanded.

I was in a daze, and desperate to comply, to satisfy your obvious lust. I could hear it in your voice and I so needed to please you. I leaned back, exposing my anus and I heard you gasp at the sight. You knew what was about to happen and it excited you. I held my cock hard and placed the bulbous end of the slick butt toy against the pucker of my hole and began pushing.

The lube felt so cool and wonderful against me. Just as if I had been alone, I pushed the toy into my ass, just past the first sphincter. I paused for just a second and then pushed again so that slid all the way up into me. The sensation was amazing, stretched and stuffed full. From somewhere deep in my brain I thought how happy I was to be sharing this most intimate act with you. But it wasn't a conscious thought at that point, I wasn't capable of that.

"Yes, baby. That's it. Oh, that looks so hot!" Your breathless encouragement urged me on. "Stroke it in and out. Fuck yourself in the ass with your toy. Stroke your cock. Do it all! Show me!"

I could hear you getting more and more turned on, the tension in your voice rising. I opened my half closed eyes wide and saw that you'd pulled your panties aside and were furiously rubbing your clit and pulling hard on your nipple. My own lust went into overdrive and my mind spun yet again. As you were guiding me though my own exhibitionist masturbation, you were enjoying your own self-pleasure.

You moaned, getting closer to your own orgasm. You ground your hips hard against your hand and thrust your fingers in and out of your now dripping wet pussy, stroking your G spot. Despite your building climax, you were able to stay in charge, and continued, "That's it, baby. Stroke that cock for me. Show me how you like it in the ass. I want to see you cum. Show me how you explode. Cum for me!"

You were shouting and panting, face flushed, hand and fingers flying over your pussy. Your raspy voice was filled with desire. I knew that only my cum filled orgasm would satisfy you, and I so wanted to satisfy you. My right hand was gripped hard around my cock, stroking up and down its full length from the tip to my balls coated in warm, slippery lube. My ass was filled with the Aneros as I thrust in and out of me. I was on the edge of the glorious release that you wanted. It wasn't going to take much to send me over the edge.

"Yes baby. Cum! Cum for me!" Your lust filled command did it. My balls surged, my cockhead swelled, and my sphincter clamped down on the Aneros forcing it against my prostate. With a loud groan I exploded, shooting a stream of hot cum from the end of my pulsing cock. It splashed on to me and onto you, and that was your trigger. Past the pounding of my pulse in my ears and my gasping breath, I heard you scream out as your orgasm peaked and you came, the juices flooding out of your pussy, over your hand and into the bed sheets mixing with my own cum.

We both spasmed a few more times as the power of our orgasms faded. Our breathing slowed down in unison as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes.

"That was incredible," you were finally able to say (still in charge).

"Oh my God, yes," I answered.

We had just shared the most intimate sensual experience I can think of. What was once a personal and hidden act, you had brought out into the literal broad daylight and we shared it beautifully with each other. It was an experience of unbelievable passion and bonding. I smiled broadly knowing that this was not the end of our sharing ... nowhere near it.



The Invitation



I ran away from friends, activists, and reporters who were surrounding me, and headed for the room where they kept Raana in the hospital. As the first lesbian couple to get a legal marriage in our small town, we have been on the news even before today's incident, and I was already fed up with the annoying reporters or the activists who wanted to turn our planned wedding into a big LGBT testimonial.

The doctors assured me that Raana was fine, and said that they had given her some sedatives to help her get past the initial shock. On my way to the room, people congratulated me and called me a hero. I couldn't see what was so heroic about what I did today, though. From my perspective, defending Raana was the same as defending my own life, because if anything happened to her, I simply would have killed myself.

Throughout my childhood and adolescent years, I was an angry and frustrated soul. My father, who had quit the Marine Corps to raise me by himself, always had to deal with the parents of other children who had a fight with me, the teachers who were fed up with my troublesome behavior, and even his police friends one time when I broke a boy's jaw for catcalling after me. Dad remained patient and understanding, and even taught me himself how to fight better. But he was not enough.

When it was time to go to college, dad advised that I was too crazy and rebellious for anything but art. It turned out that I was also too crazy for art and I would have dropped out of college to pursue my tattooing business, if I did not meet Raana there.

When I first met her in a workshop, she looked so boring in her conservative outfit, and I dismissed her as a Plain Jane. We were supposed to do nudes, and our model was late. Since I was not in the mood for drawing that day, I volunteered to model for the rest of the class. I slipped out of my jean and T-shirt, and throw my underwear on the pile of my clothes. I sat on a stool, yawned, and waited for the others to start the work.

When the session was finished, the students were invited to demonstrate their works all around the studio and give feedback to each other. I got dressed and after skipping mediocre portrays of myself by most of the students, I finally was frozen in front of a piece of art, laid humbly on the floor. 

With a bunch of confident and free lines, the artist had managed to capture all the important shadows and the mood. The technique was extraordinary, but what really amazed me was the way I was depicted. While in all other works the students had tried to express their prejudiced views about my tattooed body and unruly red hair through grotesque and exaggerated shapes and lines, this artist had managed to find a very deep and personal sense of beauty in the my pile of bone and skin. Through the eyes of this artist, I was beautiful, calm, and alright. When I asked about the artist, they pointed to a slender girl whose black curls reached her back, and who was clad in a conservative outfit.

After a long conversation in a cafeteria, I invited her to my studio, where she did some more sketches of me, and with my erotic poses and her focus on my lips, erect nipples, firm ass, and long thighs, there was no need for any verbal seduction. We just got entangled on the floor, and the magic started happening.

When she held me down, looked me in the eyes, and panted with excitement and need, I could hear my heart pounding like crazy. Her breasts kept going up and down with her fast breathing and I wanted her to devour me already. But she liked it slow and started eating me inch by inch, and when her tongue neared my crotch, I was out of my mind, begging her to allow me the release that I craved with all my existence.

Before Raana, sex was just like scratching an itch. Whenever I got horny, I would pick up someone for the night and forget about it for weeks. But from my first sex with Raana, I realized that this won't be a one night thing. I saw what I have been missing all my life, and I could not wait for our next time together.

It did not take us long to realize that we had found the love of our life, and after a few months, we eventually decided to move in together. It was not so easy for Raana, though. While all I had to do was just telling my dad about my new address, Raana had to go through hell with her traditional mother, Fuzia. 

Raana, who was just too honest and proud to try to come up with a lie, decided to tell Fuzia the truth, and face the consequences. Raana had to face anger, threat, insult, and eventually expulsion from her family. 

It was hard for Raana, but at least, we had each other, enjoyed our heavenly peace, and planned for the future. About a month ago, we told our families about our intention to get married and start a family, indicating that we had reached the point of no return. And that, again, had consequences for Raana.

This morning, when I returned home to grab something, I saw two stranger men standing in the living room, surrounding Raana. She was naked, kneeling on the floor, her hands pulled wide open by the ropes. Her head was hanging and her back was covered with welt marks. One man was holding a whip, and the other was holding a book.

Now that I look back, I am amazed by the cold determination that took over my dread. Equipped with my fighter instincts and the trainings from my father, I immediately scanned the room and spotted a gun resting on a table. The man holding the whip followed my gaze and we both jumped for the gun. I was faster. I hit my opponent with the pistol grip, but not strong enough to make him unconscious. He shook his head, yelled, and made another jump at me. I shot him between the eyes.

The man holding the book, apparently had strong feelings for the whip holder, because he wailed and ignoring the gun, he ran toward me. He got a bullet in his heart.

I remember clearly the smell of gunpowder, because I took a deep breath after holding it for long. When I made sure that there was no one else in the apartment, I dropped the gun and ran to Raana to check her vitals. The feel of her irregular pulse under my fingers was the most relieving experience of my entire life.

I untied Raana's hands and carried her to our bed, called nine-one-one, and returned to the living room to check on the two strangers. No pulse there. Good. 

No one lashes my baby.

As I entered Raana's room in the hospital, I was alerted to see a veiled figure standing by her bed. I tensed and moved to put myself between the woman and Raana, but from another corner of the room, I heard the calm voice of the police guard.

"It's OK, Miss Jenkins. It's her mother."

It was our first meeting, and I stared at her masked head for a few seconds, then turned to the guard.

"She is not so different from the attackers. I wonder if she regrets that they did not succeed."

Fuzia rushed to me and I gave me a hard slap, which made me lose balance. I steadied myself and closed my feasts, getting ready to respond, but the guard blocked my way and yelled at Fuzia to keep calm. He made us sit on the opposite sides of the bed. After a few moments of silence, Fuzia cleared her throat and spoke with a thick accent.

"I was told that you can speak our language. Is that right?"

"I love Raana's mother tongue, like every other thing about her." I replied in that language.

She considered that for some moments, then continued the conversation in the rhythmic and magic words of Raana's languages.

"I am terribly sorry for slapping you. I owe you for saving my daughter's life. But your words were just too hideous."

After giving it some thought, I apologized too. I have been always stubborn and proud, but I also knew that it was always better to apologize as soon as you realize that you have wronged someone, because it wouldn't get easier if you delay it. 

She nodded once and I assumed that my apology was accepted. All in all, this was not the best way to meet your future mother for the first time. We remained quiet for some moments, but I could not bear the awkward silence.

"How did you find out about the accident?" I asked with in a reproachful tone.

After Raana and I decided to get married, she regularly tried to contact Fuzia and invite her, even if it meant being rejected over and over. Being cast out by the rest of the family, Raana had no way of knowing how Fuzia was dealing with the situation, and it worried her very much. So my question was more out of anger and accusation, rather than genuine curiosity. Fuzia ignored my tone.

"The attackers were Raana's uncles. I came here with their families, who are now in the mortuary, mourning. The two fools went to your apartment to execute the traditional punishment for lesbianism. I know that this is beyond your understanding, but they really thought that they were saving her soul before sending her to the other world."

I gritted my teeth.

"Tell their family that I also tried to help the two men, and that I freed them from their worthless and miserable existence."

I bit my tongue after hearing myself saying that, recognizing how inconsiderate it would be to taunt a mourning family. I was ready for another reproach from her, but she just shrugged.

"Fair enough. Someone would have shot them sooner or later. What really bothers me is that how excited you seem to be about what happened today."

She extended her gloved hand from under her veil, and caressed Raana's cheek. Her voice was shaking now.

"My little girl was tortured and was almost killed."

She stopped and I could only guess that she is trying to suppress a sob. I was wordless and almost felt ashamed. Apparently I was still under the influence of adrenaline, and did not feel the enormity of the danger. I was trying to come up with something in response, but I was distracted when Raana made a little movement. Fuzia stood.

"This childish game of you two girls has gotten too serious. There is no longer any hope for restitution."

When Fuzia moved toward the door, I called after her.

"Won't you wait until she wakes? She really misses you."

She shook her head.

"If she really cared about me, she wouldn't have humiliated me in front of my entire family. As a mother, I will never want her to get hurt, but that does not mean that she is forgiven."

She gave Raana a last look.

"I would have asked you to take care of my daughter, but who am I kidding? You are the main reason that she is on that bed, instead of in the safety of her mother's home. All I can do for her now, is to keep praying."

I would have retorted with something stingy in any other situation, but I did not want to worsen things between the mother and daughter. When Fuzia left, I asked the guard to give me some privacy with Raana. He smiled and left without a word. When I sat on the bed by her side, Raana's breathing became faster. She started shaking her head, called her mother a few times, and mumbled things like "Just kill me already you cowards..." or "I'm from your own flesh and blood."

I felt an urge to go the morgue and shoot the attackers again and again. But right now, I knew that I needed another kind of courage. I tried hard to bring a smile on my face, and keep it there until Raana opens her eyes. After jerking her head for a few times and straining her arms against the imaginary bondage for some seconds, she finally opened her eyes and gasped like someone surfacing from deep water. Her eyes detected my face, and locked in on my eyes. In those black pearls, I could see my smiling face. She raised her hands with some effort and touched my cheek, as if checking if I was real.

"I thought I would never see you again."

My vision got blurry, and I knew that if she kept looking at me that way, I wouldn't be able to stay calm. She held my face with both hands and pulled me down and gave me a very gentle kiss on the lips. When I lost control and my shoulders started to shake, she took me into her embrace and kept caressing my hair until I dried my eyes.

Lying by her side on the bed, I recounted the all the things that happened when she was unconscious. She had a cold expression the whole time, until I mentioned my encounter with her mother. I was tempted to leave out some of the words that her mother had said, but I knew she wanted every detail, and I could not deny her anything. She shook her head when I was finished.

"She won't talk to me when I am happy and well, and refuses to see me unless I am hurt. At least now I know how to get her attention."

She looked at the ceiling for some minutes, and then forced a smile on her face. She turned to me and gazed into my eyes.

"You will be always there for me." She said, reading what was on my mind.

She gave me another kiss, this time with an ocean of passion that made me forget everything else. We kept kissing and would have gone further if we were not interrupted. I heard my father's voice from the corridor and I knew the poor guard could not hold him out for long. When he came in, he looked scared and angry, and I knew how hard he is trying to control his emotions. He first went to Raana and kissed her forehead, and when he made sure that she was feeling better, he turned to me. I was afraid that he might lift me in the air, like he always did when I did something wild as a kid, but he only put his hand on my shoulder.

"Your mother would have been proud." 

He said that in his curt military manner, and hugged me before leaving in a rush. Although his words filled my heart with pride and a melancholic longing that was associated with the memory of my mom, I wished that he did not say that in front of Raana, whose mother was far from being proud of her.

After Raana was discharged from the hospital, we decided to go to my father's house, because ousr apartment was now a crime scene, and also because I felt safer with him. Although it was not Raana's first time at our home and I had already shown her everything, it still felt a little weird to spend the night there.

As soon as we were in my bedroom, she took off her clothes and tossed them on my bed. She sauntered around the room and touched my childhood stuff, and finally stopped in front of my mother's picture on the wall. When I went behind her, I could not help but stare at the welt marks on her back, which she seemed to have forgotten about. She caressed my mother's picture, as if marking it as hers, and welcoming it into her territory. She turned to me, and caressed my face.

"You had slain monsters for me, my warrior. Do want your reward?" She said in a ragged voice.

From the fire in her eyes, I knew that this time, she wanted it rough. I stripped slowly, trembling with anticipation. When I offered her my nude body, she pushed me on the bed, making me fall on my front. She grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back. In a moment, I could feel her hot breath on my neck. When she started massaging my pussy and nibbling on my earlobe, I forgot that I was in my father's home, and started moaning with abandon.

During the next day, Raana grew restless and kept asking me about the smallest details of her mother's visit. In the afternoon, she was pacing across the living room, clutching her phone, as if it was a syringe in the hands of a struggling drug addict. She finally dialed, and her face lit up when her mother answered.

"Ashley told me that you were in the hospital. Why didn't you wait for me to wake?"

The answer, whatever it was, darkened Raana's face.

"How can you say that? I have not forgotten that you had to fight for my education, for my freedom, and for everything else. I am grateful, because all your sacrifices had led me to be where I am today, to realize who I am, and to find the love of my life."

She stopped for a few second to listen, and the signs of deep misery appeared in her face.

"Of course I know that my actions have consequences for you, and that it would make it harder for other girls in the family to continue their education. But as I have told you before, the solution is not to bow down to the men so that they might let us have our basic rights."

Another pause, and the lines on Raana's forehead got deeper, and her eyes became full of tears.

"Love is not just devil's temptation, it is a gift from God. And yes, I am ready to sacrifice everything for this love. I would give up my family, my religion, and my life so that I can be with Ashley, even if it's only..."

She was interrupted again and her face went white. She fell on her knees, and after a wail, smashed the phone on the hard floor. I knelt down by her and asked her what was wrong.

"She just disowned me" she answered me through sobs.

Up until now, the only small shred of hope in Raana's heart was that her mother had not disowned her. This act that was the worst thing that a parent could do to her child in their culture, and was believed to condemn the child to the worst destiny. I was desperate to find words that might sooth her, but I knew that she was bleeding in her heart, and that she was suffering a pain that was far worse than the lashes. I helped her to my room, and stayed with her until she cried herself to sleep. When her breathing got deep and slow, I left the bed, and grabbed dad's car keys. 

I parked the car in front of Fuzia's house, and stayed there for a few minutes to reign in my wild emotions. I have been in this neighborhood once with Raana and she had shown me her mother's house from a distance. According to her, after the beginning of a civil war, her father and many other members of his family had fled from their country. After getting asylum in the States, the big family had chosen our small town for settlement. They have tried to stick with their traditions, and that made their community secluded from the rest of the town. 

I got out of the car and passed the lawn to reach the front door, and before having any chance to ring the bell, I saw that the door was opened by a frowning maid.

"The lady of the house does not want to meet you. Please leave now."

The maid wanted to close the door, but I prevented it.

"Tell Fuzia that I won't leave until she hears what I have to say."

The maid shrugged and closed the door. I stood there for a few minutes, and when nothing happened, I sat in front of the door. This attracted the attention of the passersby, some of whom were clad in traditional clothes and veils. They were not shy of pointing at me and whispering things among themselves. I was considering giving up, when finally the door was opened and the maid reluctantly invited me in.

Although Raana had told me about the masterful way that her mother had decorated their house, I was astonished when I stepped inside it. It was like passing through a secret gateway and entering another dimension. The combination of warm colors in the carpets, the tapestries, and furniture, and the smell of burning oud, made me imagine that I was in Raana's country, in a time that it was still peaceful.

I followed the maid to the living room, where Fuzia was waiting for us. Without her veil and in her silk dress, she looked more like a queen, rather than a refugee resting at her home. Despite the shocking similarity between her face and Raana's, there was a sharp contrast between the cynicism in Fuzia's eyes, and the generous love in the eyes of her daughter. She did not make any move to welcome or even acknowledge my entrance. 

"You disowned Raana." I stated in English, knowing that I would not be so eloquent otherwise.

Fuzia gazed into my eyes for a few moments, pressing her lips hard. She spoke in her native language, too.

"Haven't your mother thought you to greet and address your seniors properly?"

"My mother never had a chance to teach me anything. She was raped and murdered in our house when I was only two years old. So, please forgive my vulgarity, and explain to me how a mother can disown an angel like Raana."




The Invitation



The hatred disappeared from her eyes for a moment when I told her about mom, but the cold anger returned when I went on with my defiant tone. 

"Raana was already lost to me when she said that she was ready to give up her family and her soul in order to be with you."

She smirked.

"Why do you pretend to be so concerned, by the way? I am the one who has to spend the nights alone and live with humiliation for the rest of my miserable life. She chose you over me, didn't she?"

"But you were the one who forced her make a choice, not me. I want you to be there in our future."

"Future? There is no future. I do not expect you to understand my feelings, because you are just an infidel westerner. But Raana knew from the beginning that I would be devastated by her actions. She had put me in a position to choose between her and my god."

"So what? Choose your daughter. It is god who had created Raana in a way that she prefers women over men. It's not her fault."

"No, this is just a test. God tests us with many things in our life. Raana's test was your temptation, and she failed. My test is how I react to Raana's betrayal, and I do not intend to fail."

"What kind of sadistic god would make a mother disown her daughter because she loves women? This is not God; this is the devil. And if this is God, so fuck him."

Fuzia's face went red and she clenched her feasts.

"You have stolen my daughter, and I cannot do anything about it. But I won't let you taint my home with your blasphemous breath. Get out of here right now, or I will call the police."

I stared at her in disbelief, then strode to the exit. Before leaving the room, I turned and pulled out a card from my jacket's pocket.

"You see this? When we were preparing the invitations, Raana said that she couldn't invite anyone from her family, and said that sending an invitation would be considered an insult by them. She had only a few friends to invite. But I, in my naivety, ordered an invitation card for you anyway, because I knew that there is nothing on earth that can replace one's mother, and I did not want Raana to suffer like me and miss her mother in her wedding."

I tore up the card and scattered the pieces on the floor.

"Now I see that I am luckier than Raana, because at least I know my mother loved me."

I regretted that words as soon as I sat in the car. When got home, I saw that Dad and Raana were waiting for me in the kitchen. I stood by the door and lowered my head. Raana smiled at me.

"Did you have a fight with her?"

I nodded.

"I think I just made things worse." I said in my lowest voice.

She gazed into the night as I narrated my conversation with Fuzia. When I was finished, she sighed.

"I had to do that myself long ago. At least now I know that I am freed from my past."

During the next days, it turned out that she was serious about getting free from her past. She swore that she will no never speak in her mother's language again. And when we agreed to get rid of our old apartment, Raana asked me to pack her things and get rid of them. 

In our apartment, even though we had someone clean it up, my eyes kept looking for traces of blood. I pulled myself together and started packing. When it was time to pack Raana's stuff, I hesitated. Looking at her family albums, souvenirs, traditional clothes, and old poetry books in her language, I realized that I just couldn't throw them away. I considered hiding them somewhere, but I did not want to keep any secret from her. I finally came up with an idea, which was a little cruel, but I believed that it was the only proper thing to do. 

I sent all of Raana's old stuff to her mother's address. Let the past deal with the past.

Raana refused my father's suggestion to have the wedding postponed. She said that it is better to get past these formalities as soon as possible. I did not care about the wedding, either. Without Fuzia's blessing, it would not be a happy ceremony, by the way. It was just gesture to show that we were proud to start a family together. All we cared about was the marriage itself, not the wedding.

In the remaining days to the wedding, we kept having rough sex, but it was more like a stress management technique, rather than love making. Although enjoyable and exciting, this sex was not the same as what we had before. Raana was not the same. Something was dying inside her.

Sometimes I wished that she would cry, yell, snap, or do anything that indicated that she was healing. But she did not shed a tear. She seemed to have surrendered to the injuries and to the void in her heart. I felt terribly guilty, because I knew that Fuzia was right when she said that I was the main cause of Raana's suffering. My girl was in pain, because she wanted to be true to me. She seemed older, wiser, and stronger. Deep down, I could not deny that although I loved this defiant and twisted Raana, I terribly missed the old one.

When the wedding day arrived, there was a mess around the hotel. The cops went through a lot of problem to keep out the reporters, LGBT activists, and homophobic protesters. Only the small group of people with invitation cards would be allowed to enter. With the help from officials and friends, we finally made it to the hotel and found each other standing at the podium, in front of the officiant.

I did not really pay any attention to the officiant's words, and I know that Raana was the same. A friend brought our rings, and I had to go first. I put my ring on the tip of Raana's finger and repeated after the officiant: "...I promise to be your faithful wife, to love you through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy..."

Not that I did not mean what I was saying, but I could feel how hard it is for Raana to go through this. I wanted to get her home so that we could start building our future and healing our wounds. When I was finished, I pushed the ring in, and offered my hand so that Raana could go on. She put the ring on my fingertip, and waited for the officiant.

In the middle of Raana's vows, I heard the wedding hall's door creak. As I turned to see the source of the noise, I saw a veiled figure enter. With confident and steady strides, the figure went to a corner. In her gloved hand, she was holding a patched up invitation card. She held her head up, and signaled for us to continue. I felt Raana's hand start shaking. Her teary eyes were fixed on Fuzia's corner, and her breathing was fast and loud. I was afraid that she might lose control, but she just wiped her tears and asked the officiant to restart the vows.

This time, she repeated the words passionately, and she did that in her mother tongue.