1 comments/ 18197 views/ 0 favorites Not Fantasy By: archchancellor Recently I did a show in the south east that required a stage costume of sorts. So I chose a top hat, wig, and was going to wear either a woman's black bathing costume or black panties under fishnet tights, heels and some kind of top. Great giggle except it turned out it would be a family show, lots of small children, and a problem with an unexpected result. During the purchase of assorted items I found a shortage of bathing costumes in the larger supermarkets, being the wrong time of year and the only fishnet tights I could get were in fact stockings. I wandered the heart of the local town and found salvation with the help of an Anne Summers shop assistant. I love shopping in Anne Summers much to the annoyance of about any one else I'm with, except the wife who finds it funny. So there I am with the security guy staring at me daring me to go in as I pondered, wondering, if by any chance I might find something inside. It was at this moment my heroine stepped in and guided me to the only fishnet items they had, a dress and tights. I took one look at the outfit displayed and my fun was born. Stopping at a supermarket I purchased plain ladies panties and went back to the venue and changed. With the place filling up I stood naked in the changing room (a toilet doubling for the purpose for an hour) I applied body paint to myself ensuring that all that could be reached was. Pulling on the panties felt wonderful, I love the feel of the material, the tights were magic and the dress was incredible against my skin. As I said this was to be a family show so unfortunately clothed like this would not be right, so with a vest top over the dress and a pair of jeans over my legs completing with a pair of trainers I hid most of my original outfit. With hat and wig in place I took to the stage. Throughout the show I could feel the material against me and I loved the way I could look at some of the women and wonder what they would say if they knew. At the end of the show we packed the gear away, loaded up the car and took our leave, in my case to act out my second more personal enjoyment of the evening. It was foggy as I left and got worse as I made my way to the motorway but to me the fog was going to be my friend. At the first opportunity I started to remove my footwear and replaced the trainers with a pair of heels my wife and I keep in the car for these occasions or others such as she fancies stripping herself and rather then dress fully if we have to stop, she simply pulls on coat and heels. The fog being bad I assessed my chances of being seen by one of the other road users and with an empty motorway made better time than I thought to my first motorway connection. I had added a jumper whilst loading and now decided it was time for it to go. Since switching motorways the traffic had become almost none existent around me and motorways are wide enough that moving around slightly in a car is reasonably safe, the only sticky time is when the jumper comes over the head. No sooner was this tossed over my shoulder than I wanted to be free of my jeans. It took a few minutes to undo the button on the jeans and slide the zip down, then a few seconds of adjustment to lift my hips enough to pull the jeans from under my arse but the feel of the fishnet and my flesh bared to the cloth seat and warm air was invigorating and although I still had the vest top on it was only a matter of seconds for this to be disposed of. I ran my hands down my body, loving the feel of the material and flesh aware of the hardening inside the black panties. No sooner than I had done this than I rounded a bend and ran into a line of slow moving traffic. I pulled alongside one car but couldn't see anymore than the shadow of the driver and figured that was about as much as he would see of me. The traffic speeded up and I let those that were in a hurry pull away as I gently picked up speed myself, thoroughly enjoying a fantasy tale in my head of wondering what it would be like to meet a woman who wanted to do this as much as me, my wife is fun but even she won't get naked in the car, topless, bottomless but not both together. until I realised I needed a rest break. I pulled into services and went to get out of the car. I had pulled across the far side of the car park and although expecting the cold was unprepared when I opened the car door. I shut it rapidly! It was that cold everything retreated. I needed the men's room but wanted to walk across the car park as I was dressed and then dress in shade but decided this would have attracted far more attention than I was ready for, so I opted for compromise. I decided to dress back in the jumper, find a pair of tracksuit bottoms and wear the trainers but carry the heels and wig with me. I reconnoitred the car park and soon sorted myself out. I stopped to drop some rubbish in a bin and left the heels and wig there in a bag. Once in the men's room I saw myself in a mirror and laughed at my reflection. I washed my face and arms, refreshed the black lipstick and then feeling slightly more like myself again, went back out to my car, getting stares from a couple of women when I stopped to get coffee, however the cashier didn't give me a second glance when I mumbled 'theatre' at her. Outside again I walked back across the car park until I reached the bin. I stopped and kicked off my trainers and pushed the tracksuit bottoms off finally removing the jumper. I picked the bag up, dropped the heels to the ground put the wig in place and with a little difficulty at first walked back to the car smoothing the dress down my legs as I did so. I was so horny, I wanted release but relented. I had some more rubbish in the car and cleared that out into two bags and then walked to two different bins, each further away from the car than the previous one. I drove on looking for things to tease my nipples with, trying to attach a clip to one and failing and almost ripping the dress. Again I changed motorways but this was busier and better lit. It had been my intention to be naked but prudence had kept me slightly sane and it wasn't until the weather closed in that the clothes finally came off. First to go were the tights, keeping control of the car and pushing fishnet down was difficult when I was trying to keep the panties in place but I managed without mishap. Next to go was the dress, a far more testing but in the end simple removal. I had wanted to pull it up and over my head but this proved difficult so in the end I pulled my arms out of the sleeves one at a time and then slid the whole thing down my torso and down my legs. I don't know why I love women's panties, as write this I am wearing a pair and have my own pairs as I take a different size from the wife. I love the feel of them against my arse, the way they bare it without tugging. I continued on with the rain lashing against the wind screen, one hand stroking my erection in the least of the heavy squalls until finally the panties and finally the shoes were tossed on to the back seat to join the rest of my discarded items. My constant travelling companion had been the fantasy of being caught and I missed a turning and found myself heading the long, more populated, way home and by now it was getting light very quickly. A new problem arose in my mind. Should I dress in case I get stopped somewhere, like a set of lights or heavy traffic, when I would rather not. I drove on wanting a woman to be in a car and see her reaction but all I saw in the cars going in the other direction were distinct shadows, the light not being good enough to be plainly seen in. As the light got slowly better I knew I could be seen but no longer cared, it was the most natural thing to be naked, I had been this way often, but never in my local area since I was young and my rule is never play on your own doorstep and not knowing the habits of new neighbours, two minutes from home I pulled over and put the tracksuit bottoms, jumper and trainers on. I locked the car and let myself in. I went to our bedroom, stripped off, showered, watching my criss cross body emerge pink for under the blue paint, stroking myself and recounting in my mind how I felt at different parts of the journey. Freshly showered and still naked I rolled under the duvet and with cock in hand and recounting my fantasy of being joined by a woman who wanted to do the same strip, pleasured myself to relief. Not Fantasy or Reality Not Fantasy or Reality, just a Story By ElSol Dedicated to Megan ----- I looked forward to her emails. Her first had been a curious questing for connection with a character that struck a chord. I hope I am not the only Internet writer that looks for the feminine usernames. I imagine the fingers they type a quick note to me are moist with their release. The women rarely sign their name, but Megan did. Some emails say 'good story', 'fantastic', or even 'you really turned me on'. Others ask an impossible question; did it really happen? I believe in the Crossroads, Scratch, the Devil's woman, but my fingers break no strings. Dacia is real; I never stalked her. I like female bodybuilders; they WOULD kick my ass though. I never made love on a bus. I had never made love. Megan asked how much of David was I. She hid the question, but what she really wanted to find was in her words. Stereotypical Mexican men do not dominate Amazonian blondes with enough curves to test an Indy driver. The women I write about do not look at me, except maybe to look down at me. I told her how much of David I wanted to be. Megan's emails had laughter, as if behind a username she could be how she saw herself. She asked more questions. I asked questions. It was not something I did, questions when someone emailed me. I told them when the next chapter was coming out, what my next story was going to be, or thanked them for compliments. I did not do Google their username and service to find more of their words among the trillions. I found the voice and laughter she hid from people that could touch her face, but the words lacked mischief. I thought maybe she saved that for me. I knew what time she usually sent email, midnight, so I sat at my machine fifteen minutes before and after waiting. I came to hate when the graduate students or faculty took our half-hour away from me. I worked at the Graduate and Faculty Computer Lab at my University. If I had four hours of work on any non-payroll day, it was because I did absolutely nothing the day before. I graduated college in three years by taking full course loads during summer semesters and had collected two Masters degrees, Fine Arts and Computer Science. The masters were not something I planned, but not taking advantage of free tuition seemed silly. I was trying to decide between the MBA program and a doctorate when I received the first of Megan's emails. People's email about my stories filled some of work's boredom and replying was certainly more entertaining than trying to teach a professor how to put their lecture notes online. I guess she did not expect so florid an email back, our first time. I did not think about meeting Megan, even during the half-hour I waited for her email. She said she had a boyfriend but was 'anti-monogamy'. In the same email, she admitted the 'anti' was in word only, so far. She also told me she was shy, and no matter how vivid her emails became I believed it. Somewhere along the line, email made it safe to be honest and to believe we both were. She wrote me her fantasies and found out how many of mine she had read. I wrote a story about her desires: bondage, force, and freaky-looking beasties. I crossed a line, and Megan asked to meet me. I was glad that particular email came before a day off. I could think about it. I could dream about it. I was not the kind of man a woman traveled five hundred miles to see. I emailed back, no. It was a week before I heard from her. I thought whatever it had been was over. There were two words to her reply. "Why not?" I had prepared my response. "I like being your fantasy." For the first time in my life, a woman pursued. "I'd like to live the fantasy." Her words set me back, but they were not unexpected. "A fantasy is a thought Megan, not a person." "You think meeting me would destroy your fantasy, Miguel?" It was unfair and true. "When you think about me, is it David you imagine pulling your hair when you orgasm, Megan?" "You're David, Miguel. You're Jason, and I hope you're Michael too." I was none of my characters, but in the first person I could not avoid being all of them. "What about your boyfriend?" "The best sex we have is after I read any of your stories." "That doesn't answer the question." "I've always been anti-monogamy." "In word only." "Sometimes a word has to be lived, Miguel. I want to live some of yours." I did not like the instant messenger services. I preferred to hear my conversations. The email messages went back and forth for an hour and half. I liked having the time that writing my answers gave me. "Okay." "Really?" "How do we do this?" "I was thinking of living a fantasy in a fantasy." "I don't understand?" "Strangers in a hotel room." "We're not strangers, Megan." "It's not like we've met." No, Megan and I had never met. I agreed to a Saturday two weeks from that night. I thought the extra time was a good idea, in case she changed her mind. Her emails became funnier, more mischievous, and more intimately heated as our Saturday drew closer. I asked time and again if she was sure this was what she wanted. She was adamant. ----- My car was parked in front of the hotel room; I was thinking about leaving. The only word she spoke when she called was the room number. I reached to start the car when the room door opened. The light above the door framed her. She was short: long, dark auburn hair with the right amount of curl. She was wearing a black leather trench coat and like fantasy, she opened it: black demi-cup bra, matching panties, garters, stockings, heels. The curves of a short woman, athletic when active rounder if life interfered with fun, displayed the lingerie to perfection. She put her hands as high as she could on either side of the doorframe. Her chin went up in challenge. Megan knew I was in the car. The challenge set my jaw like I wrote that David's did when he was angry. The challenge was not enough for her; her hands dropped to her sides and the coat pooled at her feet. She turned and strutted with her ass and hips swaying back into the room. I was out of the car and slamming the door hard before I knew I had moved. I stopped and closed my eyes; I took a deep breath feeling almost high on her. I reminded myself of the words I had written; the thick line between fantasy and reality is not knowing what is ONLY her fantasy. I walked into the room and closed the door. I turned and leaned a shoulder against it. I looked at Megan. She was sitting on the bed with one leg folded underneath her; the other was tapping the floor nervously. She had dark brown eyes, almost black, that swam in pools of shy mischief. She almost cracked under the silence. I felt it; her decision to stop. I walked up to her and leaned down to take her lips with mine. It was the fantasy of me. I kissed Megan to possess; hard, commanding contact with an immediate invasion of her mouth with my tongue. She moaned and her arms came up to pull me closer. I put a knee on the bed and pushed her back with my weight. I rested my weight on top of her pinning her to the bed. I let her lips go and looked at her. Her eyes were even darker in passion; I smiled at the dusting of freckles she lamented. I could feel her heartbeat in my body. Her pulse was the counterpoint of my excitement. She had told me about the underwear as soon as she bought it. My hands moved of their own volition to her hips. To untie the panties. She raised her hips so I could remove the panel of cloth. I did not think about what happened next. I had kissed her lips and wanted to taste her. I moved down her body resisting the temptation to touch anywhere else with my lips. I pushed her legs up with a hard grip on her inner thighs and touched her pussy with my tongue. She was wet, and I drank her moisture. I opened her lips with my tongue and sucked in her clit. She pushed herself against me for more. I wanted to give her more; I wanted her to scream. I tongued her pussy from bottom to clit and then did it again. And again. I took her clit back into my mouth and while suckling it, tickled it with the tip of my tongue. She tried to hold it in. It was a brief struggle between us. I used quick flicks of my tongue across her clit to convince her to fly. They were not enough so I flattened my tongue on her core. I applied pressure and rubbed my tongue on her, up and down. Her thighs tensed in my hand so I tightened my grip. I added more pressure with my tongue and rubbed faster. She let release escape her body and gave it to me as a gift. I savored every moment of it and begged her body for more with my mouth. She tried to push me away when I did not stop. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her in place. She did scream when I made pleasure continue to crash through her. She stopped fighting me and struggled against the pleasure. She was trying to protect herself; I had taken over her thoughts with words and now her mind was opening under the physical onslaught. I stood up between her legs. She opened her eyes to stare at me. She watched as I took my clothes off. She brought her legs up when I was naked; she wanted it as much as I did. I put my hands under her knees and pushed down to open her. She reached for me, but I knelt down and licked her again. She grabbed my hair and tried to pull me up. We wrestled for a second, my tongue on her clit and her grip on my hair. She won our first argument by nearly ripping my hair out at the roots when I scraped my teeth gently along the top and bottom of her clit. I did not go quietly into defeat and scraped my skin on her pussy as she pulled me up. We did not need to assist our joining. I was pointing at her; craving her. As she pulled me up, the tip of my dick touched her moisture. I sank into her until our pubic hairs curled around each other. We fit. I rested all of my weight on her hips. Her pussy did not squeeze me; I did not feel pressure moving up and down in waves. I did not feel anything that I had ever written about sex. Megan and I just fit. I could not believe I was still in control. I felt the need to cum, but it was not overwhelming. I was hard inside her; I could feel her body hugging me tightly. I pulled her by her thighs so that her hips were almost off the bed. I pushed down on her legs and pulled my hips back. I took all of Megan that my body could claim in a hard stroke. She arched her back and pushed herself against me trying to give more of her body. I pulled back until I was out of her. I wanted to feel it again. I pushed into her and her body welcomed me. I had written about long and powerful strokes. I wanted to be that fantasy but all I could manage was pulling back until my crown was being hugged by her pussylips and re-taking her. Even that did not last long enough. Her eyes widened in surprise as my thickening and the feel of my heat inside took her over the top also. Her body tried to push me out as she came. I had to bear down to stay where I wanted to be. My orgasm lasted longer than any I ever had, but it was unbelievingly incomplete. I wanted more of Megan. I lay my upper body on top of her, and we kissed as we spiraled down gently. The running shower woke me up. I looked around the room and smiled. I had not slept much the night before, and I was glad the noise had woken me up. I got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. She had not closed the shower curtain. She smiled at me when I stopped to admire her. I was surprised that there was a bathtub instead of just a shower. I walked into the tub and the shower stream. I stepped up to her so we could share a wet kiss. She let me explore her body with my hands and lips. The soap went unused, as she made do with my tongue and water. I sat down on the edge of the tub and settled her in my lap. I placed her legs outside of mine so that when I spread my knees she flowered. She put a hand on the wall to balance herself and leaned back against me. She did not try to hold in the noise of pleasure. I toyed with her pussylips first; light touches as my fingers learned their texture. I backed off and played with the silk of her pubic hair. I put both of my hands on her sides and traveled up her body. I cupped her breasts on the way to learning the feel of her nipples. I let my hands argue about which one would stay and which would return. My right hand slipped down her tummy to her clit. It was a long, wet session and I thought she was ready for it to continue elsewhere. I put my middle finger on her clit and moved it in small, slow circles. She circled her hips to hint she wanted me to stimulate her faster. I did exactly what she wanted. A minute later she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from her as her orgasm began. I almost laughed knowing she was trying to avoid my continuing to give her friction even as her orgasm faded. I settled for kissing her shoulders and back as she wrapped my arms around her torso and enjoyed the aftereffects of her orgasm. She spun out of my grasp and the tub when my fingers rubbed the underside of her breast lightly. She smiled at me and shook her head playfully. She turned, twitched her hips, and strutted out of the bathroom. I had a feeling she had practiced the strut in front of her mirror before asking to meet. I turned the heat of the water up. I set the warmth of the water against the heat Megan caused in me. It was no contest. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself in front of the mirror. I looked at the towel and smiled. I folded it in half and wrapped it around my hips. I looked at myself in the mirror. She had told me about her thing for guys in skirts. I did not get it but the towel almost looked like a skirt to me. I stood leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. She was lying on the bed. Her fingers were playing along her skin. She was humming tunelessly while looking towards the window. Before I could move to her side, she turned her head. She smiled and moved sensuously off the bed. She crawled to me. My chest tightened at the sight. She came up on her knees in front of me. She stared into my eyes drowning me in the brown of hers. She watched me as she extended her tongue and licked the water I had missed from my belly. I had explored her body, and she did the same to mine. She ran her tongue along the path of skin above the towel. I tried to grab the wall as her hands ran up my thighs and under the towel. I made my stance wider. She held my testicles gently to massage them as her teeth touched my sides. She trailed fingernails down the back of my thighs as she nibbled the skin on my stomach. I tried to climb the walls when I felt her hands on my dick. She stroked me while painting lines of saliva across my belly. She flattened her hands on my stomach and moved them downwards. She stripped the towel from me slowly but trapped it against the wall and doorframe. She stretched out her hands extending the towel along the wall. The position brought her closer to me so that my hard dick ran along her cheek. I watched her inhale deeply; I smelled of hotel soap, but it seemed enough for her. She licked me lengthwise and touched the tip of my dick with her teeth. She winked at me as she applied pressure. Before it turned painful she opened her mouth and took the head of my dick inside her. I felt her tongue moving underneath the crown. She pushed her mouth on me taking me as deeply as she could manage. The towel fell to my feet. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick. She pulled her face away from me and pushed my dick up. She studied my ball sack. She leaned closer to me and applied her tongue to my testicles. She gave me long strokes with her hand while testing my will with short tongue strokes. She ran the nails of her other hand on my thigh again. She switched hands on my dick and ran her nails on my other thigh. She took a testicle in her mouth and concentrated her hand on just the head of my dick. I was dying. She crawled backwards away from me before I could grab her hair. She smiled sexy trouble and kept going until her back touched the bed. Her hands slipped underneath. She had been in the room before me so I was not surprised when she pulled something out. Her other hand came out fisted. She stood up and walked to me. She leaned against me for a kiss that I was happy to give and receive. She wriggled against me rubbing me with her stomach. She took a step back and held out her left hand. I took the item and looked at it. I was holding it by the bar. There were long leather cuffs at either end with string ties to finish the circle. I recognized it from one of my stories. I had told her what site I found them on when I did the research. She waited for me to look at her. She put her hands behind her back so her elbows were tight on her body. She knelt down in front of me, turned, rested her ass on her ankles and feet, and dropped her head to her knees. It was a classic pose of submission but not one in any of my stories. I looked at her for a long time waiting for my heart to stop racing. I knelt behind her and moved forward so that my dick touched her pussylips. I leaned back to get the right alignment. I moved forward again so that my dickhead was inside her pussy. I stroked myself in and out of her, not taking any more than what I already had. I stopped before I had to drive myself inside her. I put one of the forearms cuffs on her right arm. There were four ties per cuff so that it would fit snugly. I lay the bar on her spine and tied the other forearm cuff to her. I moved my hands to run my fingers on her sides as she tested her bonds. Her struggles increased when I grabbed the bar and pulled her up with it. I pushed her forward with my grip until I had enough space to drive myself inside her. I had been hardened to my maximum by bonding her, and her pussy whetted my need. She had tied her hair into a ponytail when she came out of the bathroom so I wrapped it in my fist. I pulled her upper body up by the bar and her hair so that her ass was completely on my groin as I leaned back. I pushed up with my hips possessing all of Megan again. She struggled against the bondage, against the penetration, against the rising tide of pleasure. I did not move and let her drive herself where she wanted. She sighed and relaxed when the wave hit. I felt her body coat me with her desire and tried to push in deeper. She arched her back like a bow with its string pulled back tightly and rode out the crests by grinding her ass against me. I pushed her off me by her hair and the cuff bar. I stood up and moved my hands upward until she had to get on her toes. It was a reminder of her situation so that her excitement would not continue its post-orgasm slide. I led her to the edge of the bed and spun her around. I kissed her hard and she melted against me. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She flowed to her knees and looked up at me. I looked down at the vision of Megan. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little bit. I wrapped her ponytail in my fist again to control the strokes. I put my foot on the bed so I could angle my hips better. I moved my hips so that the tip of my dick touched her tongue. She treated me to a light nip with her teeth before opening her mouth again to me. She offered herself as my pleasure. I stroked into her mouth slowly. She moved her tongue underneath me, caressing as I entered her. I kept moving forward until I felt her reaction to the depth. I rested there and she relaxed. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to my dick. I pulled my hips back just as slowly as I had penetrated her. Not Fantasy or Reality I wanted to move fast; I wanted to fuck her face but what I was doing was too close to perfect. I watched myself stroke in and out of her mouth. I pulled out of her completely and pulled her face closer to me. She smiled and licked my testicles again. She nibbled the skin between them. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. She took each testicle in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She bathed the entire area while her excited breath haunted me. I looked down at her as she licked the underside of my dick until her tongue was touching the opening at the tip. Her eyes were open and looking towards me but they were unfocused. She took me into her mouth and sucked the head of my dick. I LOST IT! She must have felt it because she let me out of her mouth. I reached down, grabbed the bar between the cuffs and tightened my grip on her hair. I spun her around and lifted her until she was completely off her feet. She let out an exhalation of fear and would have been pained by having her weight held off the ground by the cuffs and her hair if I had held her there long. The taste of the fear and the surge of adrenaline was enough for me though. I threw her onto her stomach on the bed. I only gave her the slightest bit more momentum than dropping her would have but she let out another exhalation of excitement-laced fear. I grabbed her ass cheeks in tight grips and spread them. Her pussy was dewed with anticipation. I powered into her. I pulled back with my handholds on her ass until I had taken every bit of depth in Megan's body. I pulled back and fucked into her as hard as I could to make sure of it. I let go of her ass and grabbed her waist above her hips. I was so hard that I did not feel like blood-engorged flesh; it felt like my cock was not even a part of me. I used my hands to pull her into me as I fucked Megan. I put my foot on the bed so that I could really work my hips against her. I felt her pussy but only as a part of my dick. It felt like there was no separation between her body and mine. I powered in/out of her with no control until her orgasm tried to push me out of her body. I ignored her body's attempt but slowed down to longer, more purposeful strokes. The feeling of her wetness had given me an inch of control back. My head dropped back as the strokes gained power. I felt longer and thicker than I had ever been in my life. I wanted to fuck Megan for the rest of the night exactly like I was doing. I grabbed the cuff bar and her hair again. I pulled on them to make her feel the bonds. I used long, hard strokes that pulled me back so that my dickhead was barely inside of her. I fucked Megan with long, hard strokes that pushed me inside of her, giving her all of myself. She fought the hold on my hair when her orgasm began. She put her forehead on the bed regardless of the pain in her scalp and arched her hips back into me. I was as deep as I could go, but she wanted deeper. I was wrong. She wanted me to stop. She came and her pussy squeezed me in a vice-like grip. I pushed my hips against her hoping I could give even my balls the feel of her pleasure feeding me sensation. I could barely move while she came so I rested against her ass. She moved one of her hands to get my attention. It had been fisted the entire time. She opened the hand. A Vaseline tube rested in her palm, just like in one of my stories. I took my hands off her and picked the tube up. It was small, definitely not enough, but it would make my fantasy possible. I felt like I was not in my body when I opened the tube. I was even farther away when I placed the tip of the tube against her anus and squeezed it empty. I came back to my body as I pushed my middle finger inside her. She wriggled her ass on my finger, and I pulled it out. I looked at her back and removed my dick from her pussy. The cool air on me felt good but not as good as the warmth of being inside her. I grabbed myself and moved it up a couple of inches so that I was touching her anus with the tip of my dick. I was so hard I did not need to hold myself as I penetrated her. She groaned in discomfort but did not protest. I forged into her after the thickest part of my dickhead passed her anal ring. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and stopped halfway into her. My hands gripped her as hard as I could and I continued my motion into her. I felt my pubic hairs flattened by her body. I pulled back a couple of inches and pushed back into her. I pulled back farther and gave myself to the forward motion. I was close to an orgasm, but I wanted to enjoy the moment. I wanted to be able to close my eyes on my deathbed and remember what it felt like to be inside Megan's ass. I focused on untying the forearm cuffs to give myself time; removing them relaxed the need to pump into her. I tossed the cuffs aside. She stretched her arms to her sides for a second and then put her hands on her ass. She spread her own cheeks but not to get me deeper. She ran her nails on her skin until she could touch my legs. I grabbed her wrists and she brought her hands up her body. She pulled me down and placed my arms so that she could rest her face on my forearms. I was leaning on her with almost all of my weight. She moved her ass underneath me. I pushed on her ass with my hips, relaxed and pushed against her again. I did not stroke to finish our union. I pushed against her, and relaxed. She opened my hands and kissed my palms. I put my forehead against her and sighed. I sped up the pressure and release of my hips. Not fast enough to be uncomfortable though; she squeezed her ass cheeks together and took me over the edge. Cleaning up required another shower, but it was less playful than the first. We kissed and washed each other but the kissing was the important part, maintaining a connection between us. She pulled me out of the shower and guided me to the bed. She lay down on her side and drew my arm around her waist. I spooned into her back and listened as her breathing steadied into sleep. I do not know what time it was when we moved against each other again. Her fingers were stroking me. I opened my eyes and could barely see hers in the darkness. Her smile was unmistakable though. She leaned forward to kiss me. I was hard in her hand. I crawled on top of her slowly. The way she kissed was mesmerizing. She opened her legs to welcome me between them. We did not have to do anything to connect. Her legs moved up my body as I settled into her. Her pussy around me took the ache of desire away. She wrapped her arms around my torso and squeezed me. We kissed the entire time that we moved together. There were no strokes instead our bodies danced to a rhythm we would not have heard if we were not joined. We moved against each other as if there was no goal. When they came, I could not tell our orgasms apart. The maid's knocking woke me up in the morning; I looked around knowing I was alone in the room. ----- Monday night, I sat at my desk, long before our half-hour, waiting for her email. I even thought of getting an IM identity so our conversation could be more immediate. "Did you like her?" was not what I was expecting. "Did I like who?" "The woman you had sex with on Saturday night." I got up from my desk and walked outside. I felt the nausea of a migraine headache. "It wasn't you?" I hoped it was a joke, a bad one, but I prayed it was a joke. "It wasn't in word only, Miguel." I hated her, but I would not admit why I could. "Who was she, Megan?" "A friend." "I need to know more than she was a friend!" "She's been going out with her boyfriend for a year. He cheated on her; she wants to forgive him." "I was her forgiveness?" "That's not the way it worked out." I walked back outside. The nausea had passed, but I wanted to kick my monitor. I wanted to break everything in my office, go home, and break everything there too. "When did you know you weren't going to come, Megan?" I thought I had the right to know. "When you said okay." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wanted to, but I didn't. My friend knew about us and said your fantasy could live." I stared at the words until another email message arrived from her. "I'm sorry, Miguel. I just couldn't." Certain details in my reading have always stuck. I opened the email folder where I saved everything Megan sent me. I even knew which message I wanted. I had asked Megan to describe herself. Long, auburn, curly hair; short; freckled... I put on weight really easily- I get muscley if I stay active, pudgy if I don't... Big dark-dark-brown eyes. "Okay." I emailed her. I pushed my chair away from the desk, tilted my head back, and looked at the lights. I laughed uncontrollably. I had to if I wanted to convince myself the tears in my eyes were from laughter. I write erotica because I hate rejection letters. -------- PART II -------- I never thanked Megan. ----- Megan and I did not mention our night together for months. I did not think she remembered sending me a description of herself. It was one of our first emails, and there had been hundreds since. Not knowing what she looked like helped me to be honest, so I had never asked for a picture. Once I accepted her lie of not being the woman in the hotel room, I was happy to avoid the subject. I put a barrier between us, but she did not notice. I was no less open in my emails, but I double-thought each one carefully. If she had been in my life, she might have known, but from a couple hundred miles away, I was still me. I met with Megan during the first semester of the MBA program; the experience focused me on classes and work. I increased the distance I kept people at; most did not notice because my socializing had always been forced. My writing suffered immediately after our night together, but it soon became my only release. Five months later, she asked me to write a story about our night. She wrote that her friend gave her the female perspective, but she wanted mine. Her words were almost regretful. The request made me angry. I sat in front of my machine staring at the email. My eyes burned, but she would never have those from me again. SHE HAD NO RIGHT! I told her I would think about it. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about it. I sat in front of my computer and started the story time and again. Each version was not about how I felt that night but how I felt about that night. The story was a carousel. I forced myself to write it one afternoon. The words surprised me with their venom. I deleted them and accepted I could not let it go. Seeing her was where I had to begin again. I knew her name, and the college she attended, which was enough to take to a private investigator. She asked why I wanted to find Megan, and I told her the truth. She looked at me for a long time afterwards. She asked what I wanted to do. Like with Megan, I knew what she was really asking. I sat down across from her and smiled. Megan changed me in small ways; I did not have a natural confidence with women, but I learned to fake it. "You're not planning to hurt her, are you?" I laughed; she looked annoyed at my amusement. My smile was wider when I recovered. "I liked my life before Megan. I really liked my life during Megan. I don't like my life anymore." I felt her trying to get the upper hand with a rigid stare and silence. I liked silence; it reminded me that loneliness was comfortable. "What are you going to do when I find her?" "I need her to listen to what that night meant to me." "And if she doesn't want to?" I looked out her window before answering. "It would make things easier." "You would be happy with her walking away?" she asked surprised. "You don't know me so I cannot expect you to understand, but it would be my preference." "Why don't you?" "Why don't I what?" I asked. "End it yourself." "I don't consider what she did a reason to." She looked at me seriously. She wanted to ask more but agreed to do what was needed. She guided me out of the office and closed the door behind me. I touched the door and smiled. She mailed me a package two weeks later. I opened it in my office and the first thing that came out was a picture of Megan standing outside a building with another woman. Megan's face was circled in red. I did not have to read anything; Megan's dorm and room number were highlighted on one of the papers. I knew she had a single so getting her alone was not a concern. I sat in my chair staring at her picture. The long drive to the visitor's parking lot at her school gave me a lot of time to think about the plans I had made. I lived in the dorm two years while in college; getting inside without being noticed requires timing. I walked in behind a group of kids trying to continue a party at the dorm. The girl signing people in did not question when I motioned I was part of the crowd. Timing not only required the crowd but for it to be late enough for the girl to be almost off-shift. Megan wrote in an email she did not lock her door; something else I did not have to worry about. Some of the girls looked at me strangely, but a warm smile relaxed them. I knew where I was heading so they did not question my presence. I waited for her hallway to clear before I opened the door. There was no noise as I opened it wide enough to slip inside. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I smiled; people criticized the simplicity of certain things in my stories. I had just proven how easy the right information made things. I was taking chances, but I stopped caring when she asked me to write the story. Being stopped at any step would have forced a face-to-face confrontation but that was Plan B. I was going to put my fate in Megan's hands anyway, so on whose terms was irrelevant. My eyes adjusted; I saw her on the bed. Providence was smiling. I walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her. The light from outside was enough for me to recognize her. I wanted to be sure the investigator got it right. She was wearing the panties she had worn our night together. I might have changed my mind; it might have been enough to be in the same room while she slept. The panties took me back to waking up to the maid knocking. She was not wearing anything else. I admired the rise and fall of her breasts as she slept peacefully. I had prepared the ropes and their knots the week before. I was good at research and tying a woman down was a popular Internet subject. I tied the four ropes to her bed carefully. She moved when I looped her wrists and ankles. I waited with bated breath as her body relaxed. The knots would tighten with pulling pressure so her first reaction would imprison her. The blindfold took minutes to put on her. Twice she almost woke up, but finally, I was sure her eyes opening would gain her nothing. The gag was the tough part. I had chosen a simple leather strip gag; I only needed initial silence and it was the easiest to put on if she woke up. I fit the leather strip in sideways between her teeth. I felt her waking up so I turned it, pulled back trapping her tongue and locked it behind her head. She had the natural reaction and the knots locked with her struggles. She fought harder and harder as panic took over her mind. I knelt beside the bed by her head. "Hello, Megan," I said clearly enough to penetrate her growing fear. She froze for a second before whipping her head towards the sound of my voice. She shook her head and tried to say something, but the gag cut her attempt. "Do you know who this is, Megan?" I asked. She shook her head vigorously. I looked at her hard; she had hesitated. Months between us, and I was sure she recognized me from the first word. I put my hand an inch above her belly. I moved it down slowly until I could feel the heat from her body. She moved her head as if to look down to where we were almost touching. I settled my hand gently on to her tummy. She was warm, her skin as soft as I remembered. It was the lightest of touches, my fingertips and the ridges of my palm. I raised my palm up so that only my fingertips touched her. I continued the upward motion so that my fingertips trailed towards each other on her skin. My nails touched her as I drew my fingers closed against each other. I lifted my touch from her. "What about now?" I whispered. She turned her face towards me again. She hesitated, but this time I did not believe she was thinking about lying. She nodded her head slowly. The ropes tying her wrists gave her too much freedom. I had needed the extra rope to trap her hands at the initial looping. I gathered the rope until her arms were extended upwards and used zip ties to keep the excess together. "I'm going to take the gag off, Megan," I said kneeling by the bed again. "You can scream and fill this room with girls, or we can do it my way." She nodded but I did not know if it was to tell me she understood or that she had made a choice. I unlocked the gag and took it off her. "Miguel, you don't understand..." I interrupted her with a finger on her lips; my body itched to touch her. I outlined her lips slowly. "You know what made me really angry?" I asked. She sucked in air, and my eyes lost focus. Her lips opened, and I felt the heat of her breath. She let the air out of her lungs in a long exhalation that caressed the finger on her lips. Her body tensed and she pulled on the bonds. I watched her struggle for a couple of breaths. I remembered her fighting the bondage in the hotel room, not to free herself but to feel their enclosure. My Megan was excited. She stopped her motions but was breathing hard. She shook her head slowly. There was a smile barely touching the edges of her lips. "No matter how much I... liked you," I said carefully. "I would have been okay with one night. You didn't have to lie about sending a friend. We could've had breakfast, and you would've been the best moments of my life." "Miguel, please..." This time it was a kiss that stopped her words. It was not the memory of our kisses, which had hounded me to sleep for months, but our lips touching again. She kissed back immediately, and her tongue sought more contact. I gave it to her, and she drank from our connection. I broke the kiss and rested my forehead on top of hers. "You can scream at any time, Megan," I whispered to her. I pulled away from her slowly. I sat down on the bed by her hip and waited. She felt the weight and looked towards me. I smiled as she tested her bonds again. I touched her right hip just above the knot of her panties. She took in a breath and pushed her skin towards me. I played my fingers along her side moving upward. I went around the curve of her breast with my finger and spiraled it in a closing movement towards her nipple. I watched it harden as she anticipated the touch. I pulled the finger away from her and put it to her lips. She wet it with her tongue and drew it into her mouth. I pulled it away and placed it on her nipple. I circled her nipple and areola until they robbed my finger of her moisture. I leaned down and blew on her breast to dry them. She pushed up but I pulled away before she touched my lips. I blew a path of air down her stomach until I was above the waist of her panties. I put my tongue on her skin and trailed it to the left side. I put my hand on her left knee and ran my fingers up her side. I got to the curve of her breast and spiraled its center. Her tongue and mouth were waiting for my finger. I placed the wet finger on her nipple marking it with her saliva; blowing on it got the same reaction. I pulled away but reached down again to nip a trail of bites down the centerline of her body. I pushed her panties with my mouth to expose a little more skin and to put my teeth on it. Not Fantasy or Reality The scent of her excitement assaulted me. I breathed it in deeply. My senses remembered her but taking her into my lungs made it real. I moved downwards until I was a couple of inches above her covered pussy. I took another deep breath drawing strength from her. I sat up and put my hand on her stomach. She growled in frustration and I laughed lightly. She turned her head towards me and looked on the edge of saying something. I put a finger on her lips. "Sshhh." She took my finger in her teeth and applied pressure. She increased it slowly, but I gave her no reaction. I felt her take me to the edge of cutting skin, but she still got no reaction. She opened her mouth releasing me. I rested the finger against her lips. I waited a minute to see if she was done protesting. She made no sound or gesture simply pointed her face towards me waiting for whatever came next. I turned my finger so my fingernail was touching her lip and ran it down her chin, neck, and stomach. At her panties, I turned the finger towards me until I was touching the knot at her right hip. I grabbed one of the ends and pulled on it slowly. Megan turned her body so that I had complete access to her hip as the knot unraveled. I placed the strings that tied the knot carefully once it was undone. One, I placed between her legs against her pussy, the other I let run beside her thigh. I put my hand on her hip like I had on her belly when I hoped she would recognize my touch. I slid my fingers up and down her thigh slowly with the lightest of contacts. I shifted downwards on the bed so I could continue with her calf, ankle, and foot. I took my hand away from her and knelt on the bed. I leaned down with my face turned away from her so she would not feel my breath and waited. It took a minute before she moved, impatient for my touch. I turned my face and bit her inner thigh. She pushed the leg against me in surprise her but I held the pressure. She relaxed, and I let her go. I licked where my teeth had touched and nibbled my way up her leg. The panties were in my way. I wanted to lick and bite the inside of her hip. I peeled the right side of her panties towards her pussy but stopped before she was uncovered. I gave myself all the time I wanted licking, biting, nibbling and then licking again. I moved up her stomach when my heart was contented that I would never forget the taste of her. I placed a knee between hers to give me balance as I licked the underside of her left breast. She groaned as I teased around her nipple but did not give her satisfaction. I felt her take in the breath to speak so I latched onto her nipple and sucked hard. She lifted her chest trying to make me take in more of her breast. I did what she wanted. I wanted to fill myself with Megan. I transferred my attention to her right breast. She pushed against me again, and I took as much of it into my mouth as I could. I tried to distract her, but she felt my hand on the knot on her left hip. She turned to give me room as I untied it. I was not as careful with the ties as I had been with the other side. I reached underneath her when the knot loosened to palm her ass cheek. I put my forehead against her chest and took a deep breath. I grabbed her panties, pulled them off roughly, and tossed them across the room. I went up to my knees, and she settled on her back again. She was wearing a slightly smug smile as if she could tell how close to losing control I was. I got off the bed and stripped. She turned her head towards me as if she could watch. I was hard and needy, but it would not be enough just to drive myself into her. I knew it would feel as good as the last time, but I wanted more than to empty my need inside Megan. I moved to the foot of the bed and loosened the ropes holding her legs. She felt the added freedom and investigated its limits. It was enough for her to put her knees up. She tried to sit up when she felt me grab one of her feet. I had the advantage over Megan's body. I had not exercised it before, but all is fair in war and foreplay. My feet are really sensitive, almost sexually so. They're the only part of my body that's at all ticklish, and they make up for it by being as sensitive as if all my body's allotted ticklishness got concentrated in them. The point I'm trying to make is that getting them rubbed or tickled or licked is a marvelously delicious feeling, and a very sensual one. Sincerely, Megan It was not a part of my sexual excitement, but I was happy to use any advantage if a woman gave it. I kissed the center of her arch and nipped it as I had her stomach. She tried to pull away but sexually and not because it tickled. I let her foot go and grabbed the other one. I bit the exact same spot. I blew on the slight wetness I caused and felt her trying to pull away again. I blew on the entire bottom of her foot to see what reaction that would get. She pushed it towards me so I bit her just below each of her toes. I switched to give her other foot the same treatment. She moved her ass as her body sent signals to her brain about how good it felt. Licking the bottom of her feet was a first for me. I was too new to do it unselfconsciously, but I treated it like I might her belly or the small of her back. She moaned her appreciation when I took each toe in my teeth and wiggled it. The sudden move to take her clit in my mouth surprised her. She tried to get away, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs. I pulled her ass off the bed and upwards. I pulled on her body until her arms were extended with the ropes taut. Only her upper back, neck, head were on the bed. It left her with no control as I licked her pussy from its opening to her clit. I wanted her to feel her bondage so moved backwards. I looked over pubic hair until I saw the pull was on her chest and not just her arms. I concentrated my attention again on Megan's pussy. I used my teeth first; she was excited and wet. I held her clit in my teeth and moved it around with my grip. My teeth slid along it so I had to continuously re-grasp it, but I licked it with long strokes anytime I had to do that. The foreplay started as soon as she recognized my voice so her body was close to screaming for release. She knew a scream would stop us so she held it all in. I rewarded her silence by tonguing as far into her body as I could. I penetrated and licked around the entrance of her pussy from the inside. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked it while applying sucking pressure. It was what she wanted, and her body exploded in frantic motion. She pulled on the ropes on her arms as she tried to rub my face with her pussy. She beat her legs on my back until her orgasm hit her and then tightened her thighs around my head. She tried to turn me with her grip but my continuing attention on her clit was too much. I let her clit go when she tried to pull away. She had no leverage but I felt her body try to retreat. I blew on her pussy after putting her back down on the bed. I got up to my knees and looked at Megan. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted my lips on her for hours that would never be between us. I decided on minutes with my hand exploring her body. I got off the bed and knelt down beside it leaning over her. I took Megan's lips as soon as I was in position. She kissed me deeply and her breathing pulsed upwards as she tasted her excitement on my lips and tongue. I continued kissing her as my right hand traveled a straight line down her stomach. I did not bother with preliminaries and invaded her body with two fingers. She raised her hips burying my fingers even deeper inside her. She moved her hips fucking herself on the grip I had on her. I uncurled a third finger, pulled my hand back, joined my invaders and pushed them into her. She groaned into my mouth at the feel of me spreading her. I took her body slowly until I was as deep inside her as I could reach. I let Megan control the motion below while I took command of our kiss. My left hand explored as much of the rest of her body as I could reach, lightly touching her face, her neck and the breast closest to me. I wondered what her reaction would be if I turned her so that I could take her ass with a finger from my left hand as she drove herself to orgasm on my right. I put my hand underneath her and was moving down to her ass, but I was too late. She turned her face away from me and let out a blast of air as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Her ass came off the bed as her body bowed upwards. Her orgasm was so powerful I almost felt transference of pleasure from her body to mine. My dick, already hard, surged harder from watching her orgasm. It felt like forever before her body relaxed against the bed and she turned her face to me. I gently pulled myself away from her. I stood up beside the bed and stared at Megan. Her legs were free enough that she could pull back and almost sit up. It looked uncomfortable but even blindfolded I could read the serious expression on her face. She stared at me; I knew she could not see me, but I could feel the weight of her eyes. She smiled at me with no expression change to the rest of her face. She licked her lips to wet them and turned her face so if she had not been blindfolded she would have been looking at me out of the corners of her eyes. She cocked her head, and I felt like she was listening for something outside her room. She turned her face to me and smiled again. She looked between her legs; turned her face to me again and then looked at her door. She took in a slow, deep breath as she turned towards me again. I moved before she could scream. I put my hand on top of her mouth and felt her laugh as she bit my hand hard. "Bitch!" I whispered harshly as she stopped sinking her teeth into my flesh. She licked the bite marks she left behind; her breath sounded like she had run a marathon. She pulled away from my hand and smiled. She pouted her lips and pointed her chin at me. I took a hard grip on her hair and pulled her head back. I took her lips, but she owned the kiss. I knew what she wanted, what she was threatening if she did not get soon. I knew she would make everyone leave the room after they came charging in but that might stop the night. She let my lips go and smiled at me in all her feminine glory. "Dick!" she whispered, a command and a playful name calling at the same time. She patted my lips with her tongue and lay down on the bed. I stood up and watched her. I pulled the hunting knife out of my bag. The sound was evil as I drew it from the sheath. Her head snapped towards me as she tried to recognize it. I sat down on the bed. She was nervous, a sexual nervousness. I rested the side of the blade on her belly. She turned her head trying to recognize the object. She drew in her stomach trying to escape the feel of it when her mind told her what touched her. She took in a breath of real fear. I pulled it away from her and cut the rope holding her right foot before the fear caused any reaction. She tucked her leg towards herself, but the fear raced away. I cut the other rope; she moved that leg towards her. I put the knife back in the sheath. The cuts had been made several handgrips away from the knots that tied the rope. I grabbed each loose end in a hand and pulled her down the bed. She had tried to sit up again and this forced her onto her back. I lifted the rope grips and knelt between her legs. She pulled on her legs, and I let her test my grip. I knew part of her excitement was the bondage. I thought maybe the touch of real fear had been a mistake so I let her take every step of desire back by fighting my hold on her. She stopped suddenly and tried to slide down the bed towards me. I shifted my hands from the ropes to the inside of her knees. I took hard grips and pulled on her legs to open her. I pulled her legs out and as I wide as I could get her. I pushed them upwards opening Megan to me. I moved closer to her, and my dick butted against her clit. She reacted by trying to line our bodies to trap my dick with her pussylips. I pulled back to escape her. I moved forward again and this time butted her lower. I was not at her entrance so almost rebounded from her. I moved forward again but slid down her pussylips to touch her ass. I pulled back and pushed forward; she tried to guess the alignment and moved at the last second. I bounced off her clit again. I held myself against her. She moved her hips so that I kissed her pussylips on the way to her entrance. She felt it when the tip of my dick touched her sweet spot. I pulled away from her as she tried to lunge. I touched her entrance with the tip of my dick a couple of more times. I did not sink in but only let her body recognize the right connection being made. She had commanded but not said I could not tease. "Miguel, please," she whispered between pained breaths. "Please, baby!" It was enough. I pushed into her until I was half inside of where I had wanted to be for six months. It was not enough. I let go of her legs and captured them in the crook of my arms. I rolled her upwards so that I was penetrating in an almost completely downward angle. I pulled back and let my weight fall on her. I cut into her body as it gave before six months of wanting her. I rested my weight on her at depth and enjoyed the feel of Megan surrounding me at last. She squeezed me as she enjoyed our rejoining also. I pulled back and let gravity provide the impetuous to my drop back into her. I pulled back and fucked into her again. She squeezed me each time at the bottom of my stroke so I rested there to enjoy it. It had been too long without, and I wanted to feel her cumming around my dick. I knew she was close so I let myself go hoping she made it there before I did. I lifted from her pussy and fucked into her hard. She groaned at the feel of the added power. I wanted her pussy to remember being fucked for a week afterwards so I fucked her as hard as the position allowed. I pulled back and took all of her in possessive strokes. I felt the beginning of her orgasm, and it only drove me to take her harder. She came hard and let out a small gasp before biting her lip to prevent it from becoming a scream. I pulled back and fucked into her as hard as I could but pushed into her when I hit bottom. I kept pushing into her as her body experienced its pleasure around the bar of flesh that I had made her mine with. I rode out her pleasure by grinding my hips against her pussy. Her breathing returned to normal and her body relaxed. I let her legs go and they slipped down around my hips. I pulled out of her and she moaned her frustration knowing I had not come. I was hard and nearly at the edge of my own pleasure. I brought my legs together so that her legs fell to the bed. I took my knees out from between her legs and crawled up her body. I got up far enough to be able to place a foot by her head. I hooked her right arm with my leg and put my other foot flat on the bed. My dick was inches from her mouth. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her up. Her legs being free gave her a wider range of mobility. I put my other hand on the wall. She kissed the tip of my dick before I could do anything else. She opened her mouth and let me stroke inside of her. I was so close; I knew I would not be able to hold out very long. She felt the need in her mouth and sucked me hard. The hand in her hair fisted pulling her hair but she gave it no attention. My leg, the ropes and my grip in her hair trapped her upper body. She only had her mouth and tongue available to use on me, which was enough in the state I was in. I pulled my hips back and she released her suction enough that I slid back smoothly. I pulled her head towards me as I fucked into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock as she welcomed me into her mouth. I tried smooth strokes in and out of her mouth, but I only managed a handful before the leg I was standing on shook. I tried to control it, but she felt the precipice I was on. She fought the hold on her hair to take me deeper. Her willingness was too much. I stroked back and into her mouth before I came. She sucked hard as I fought the need to pull back and fuck into her as hard as I could. I settled for pulling her face into me so I could finish the rest of my orgasm as deep in her mouth as I could. She sucked me dry. I thought I was done but at the tail end of my release she sucked my dick hard. I headbutted the wall as it caught me by surprise. I pressed against it as she sucked, released, and sucked again. She drew every drop out of my body and it nearly drove me insane. Somewhere on the way to losing my mind, she relaxed her mouth and settled for licking me gently. I guided her back to a lying position and unhooked my leg. I dragged myself down her body until my forehead touched hers. I rested on top of Megan while my body recovered from feeling whole for the first time in months. Her wriggle underneath me brought me out of my reverie. She looked expectant around the blindfold. I got up and pulled a bottle of water out of my bag. I took a couple of swallows and put the end against her lips. She drank and signaled she had enough. Some had dripped down her cheek and neck; I was still thirsty so I drank from Megan's skin. I got up and cut the ropes that tied her arms to the bed. I undid the knots while she waited patiently. I undid the knots at her feet freeing her completely. She reached for the blindfold but I put my hands on top of hers. "Leave it," I said/asked. She looked like she was staring at me for a couple of seconds but moved her hands away from the blindfold to my chest. We rested for about twenty minutes, which was enough time for her to recover. She pushed on my chest and turned me so I was lying on the bed. I closed my eyes expecting something of a tease. Megan had different ideas and started with licking my testicles. She must have remembered my reaction to that from our first night. She encircled my dick with her hand as she bathed me with her tongue. I was half-hard by the time she took my dick in her mouth. She hardened me slowly. First, she used long strokes up and down my cock, taking me as deep as she could and releasing me completely. Then she licked from base to tip, again and again, making sure no part of my dick was ignored. She put her hand on the topside of my dick and licked up and down the underside while stroking the top with her palm. Finally, she took me back into her mouth and stroked me fast. She got me hard with unbelievable skill. Blindfolded, she did not see the beginning of the move that put her on her back. She squealed a protest and fought against me. She tried to push her weight up with her hips, but I had her trapped beneath my body. Before she could bring her arms to bear, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. She tried to pop her hips up to dislodge me but I had been waiting for it. I went up with her but came down between her legs. My dick landed perfectly and I slipped inside her. She stretched her neck in reaction and tried to dislodge me by popping her hips up again. I pushed into her hard to counter. She shook her head and tried again. All it did was stroke her pussy up and down my length. She kept trying to push me off her body, but my weight was too much for her and her heat was rising at the stroking in and out of her. She settled her ass on the bed and breathed hard. She gave a small laugh and wrapped her legs around me tightly. I kissed her hard and her tongue entered my mouth deepening the kiss. I moved my hips fucking Megan slowly with long strokes. She moved her ass beneath me. I knew the blowjob she had given me had excited her but the intensity of the previous orgasms had desensitized her to some extent. I only used the brief wrestling match and fucking her to retake control of our sex. Not Fantasy or Reality I pulled out of her slowly and she groaned into my mouth pushing up with her hips. She wanted me back inside but I wanted other things. I slid down her body kissing, licking, nibbling every part of her I could reach. She growled as I bit each of her nipples and licked the flash of pain away. I kissed my way down her stomach. It had been in the story of her desires that I had written. I thought it was that part of herself that was only fantasy. --biting... the leaving of actual marks (not huge ones, but still noticeable) to remind her of it for days afterwards would be a very pleasurable way of marking her as his. She was not mine; Megan would never truly be mine. A few days though... a few days of a part of her body reminding her that I had been there was something I could leave her with. I knew where I would make my statement. I licked the spot where her tummy turned into hip. A small line between muscle and bone that I found attractive in a woman. I did not give myself time to think; I put my teeth on her and marked her. She tried to sit up in protest and push my head away. It was too late; I pulled away and saw my teeth echoed on her skin. I knew it was not deep enough to ache for days but standing naked before a mirror she would be able to touch the bruise and remember me. I licked and kissed it. She was still pushing to get me away from her. I crawled up her body until my lips were next to her ear. I whispered the words she had written me. She remembered them and relaxed her hands. Her breathing returned to an excited normal as I grabbed her wrists and lay beside her. She grabbed onto the bed frame willingly to allow me to play with her skin again. I used light touches to tempt her. She moved slowly; first, to her side as I kissed her shoulders and then to her stomach as I licked the small of her back. I kept moving downwards with my lips tasting every part of her. I wanted to mark her ass cheek also but thought better of it. I spread her ass cheeks and looked at her. I leaned my face in and licked her pussy's entrance. She arched her ass up so I treated her clit to a couple of licks. I brought my hand up and down in a light spank on her left assc heek. She gasped at the feel of it. I did the same to her right ass cheek. I was grinding into the bed and would not be able to hold on long without fucking into her. I spread her cheeks as far as I could and licked her pussy from clit to entrance. She tasted like need. I could not help but settle in, no matter how much I wanted to be inside her. In the position I was in, I could tongue her while my hands enjoyed the feel of her ass. It was a few minutes before I kissed my way up her back. I put my left knee against her leg. I used it to spread the leg out and upwards. I grabbed her ass cheeks again and opened her body for my dick. I sat up and ran my dick between her ass cheeks. The feel of her skin was fantastic. I could not wait any longer and pulled my hips back so that my dick dropped to her pussy. I kissed her moisture with the head of my dick and pushed forward. I kept going until I was deep inside her again. I pulled back and pumped into Megan. She tried to move her ass to take her own pleasure but I held her still with my handgrips. I pulled out of her completely and slipped a finger into her. She groaned in protest and pushed her ass against me. I lubricated my finger inside her, pulled it out, and pushed it against her anal ring. Her protests ended as she relaxed her ass. My finger slipped inside her, and I gave her a couple of strokes to make sure she was ready. I kept my finger inside her ass as I fucked back into her. I felt myself from inside her as I used long strokes to gather more lubrication. I pulled my finger out of her. I fucked in and out of her pussy hard for a couple of strokes. I pulled out and rested my wet dick on her ass. I had pushed it too far and needed a couple of seconds to recover. She moaned in disappointment as I waited for control to return. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread her again. I rubbed my dick on her before using my left hand to touch my tip to her asshole. I pushed against her and her body gave before the pressure. I sank into her ass, and I could barely see from the need to fuck into her hard. I stroked myself to keep the stimulation levels high as I fucked deeper into Megan's ass. I leaned down to improve the angle, pulled my hips back and pumped into her ass hard to take the last inch of depth. I rested my weight on top of her and enjoyed the feel of possessing her. She tried to push up with her hands so I grabbed her wrists again. I held her tightly as I pulled my hips back and took her again. She fought my grips and tried to release her hands. It added to feel of fucking her ass. We fought quietly as I stroked in and out of her ass. She freed a hand. I tried to recapture it, but she snuck it underneath her body. She moved her ass, and I guessed her fingers were playing with her clit. I pulled my weight off her ass a little. Her movement to give herself orgasm was enough to move her ass an inch up and down my cock continuously. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and kissed the back of her neck. I pulled my hips back and fucked her hard. She grunted but not in discomfort; her body was also close to release. I closed my fists hard in her hair and stroked in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm. She got there first. She pushed up against me and I felt her hand moving feverishly underneath her body. Her ass squeezed me tightly as I stroked in and it was the last straw. I pulled back, put my teeth on the back of her neck and fucked into her ass as hard as I could. She put her face into the bed and screamed her orgasm out. My balls felt like they were being squeezed hard for a second and I put my forehead on her hair. I felt cum flowing through my dick before shooting into Megan's ass. I pulled back in reaction and pushed hard against her to give her body my second release. I untangled my hands from her hair and relaxed against her back. I did not want to move and her body was telling me not to. A couple of minutes later, we turned to our sides and I put my arm around her waist. She reached for the blindfold, but I put my hand on it. She turned towards me and I kissed her shoulder. I got out of the bed; her face followed me as I put on a long t-shirt. I looked around the room and found the towels I needed. I put my hand on her blindfold again as she reached for it. She smiled innocently. I grabbed the larger towel and draped it on her body. She tucked it under her armpits and sat up. I grabbed her shoulders and guided her up to a standing position. I wrapped the towel around her and tucked it into place. I wrapped her other towel around my waist. I led her outside the room. A co-ed was opening the door to her room and looked at us surprised. I put my finger on my lips and winked. She smiled and shook her head. She walked into her room and closed her door as quietly as she could. I walked behind Megan to the bathroom. "Don't open your eyes," I told her. She nodded and let me take the towel off her body. I took the blindfold off and was sure she peeked throughout our entire time in the bathroom but that was okay. I turned the shower on and waited for the water to get to the right temperature. I walked us into the stream. It was not like the shower in the hotel room. I cleaned both of us, but it was businesslike. I wanted to be back in bed with Megan against me. We stepped out together, and she leaned against the wall as I dried her. I kissed my bite mark to remind her of it. I put the blindfold back on after I had replaced the towels on our bodies. There was no one in the hallway when I led her back to her room. Her towel dropped as soon as she stepped into the room. She walked carefully to her bed and lay down. I took off my t-shirt and dropped the towel around my waist next to hers. I lay down beside her. We kissed and touched without saying a word. Sometime during the enjoyment of each other's heat, we fell asleep. I woke up the same as I had in the hotel room. She was playing with me. It was a few hours later, and the morning was streaming in through her window. I turned my face and was met by her lips. I put my arm around her waist and placed my hand on the small of her back. She rolled on to her back while pulling on me. I let her guide me between her legs. Her hands were holding me. She stroked me to hardness and I felt the need to be inside her building again. She kissed me as she placed my dick carefully against her. I pushed with my hips and her body accepted me. We were controlled in our motions at first. I stroked in and out of her slowly as our mouths mated. It went on for minutes as I enjoyed feeling Megan around my hard dick. The strokes became longer as the need in both of us climbed. I put my hands on her face and pushed the blindfold up. Her eyes opened and she stared at me. I drank in the need and passion in them through my own eyes. She held her eyes open and let me inside her. To take it, I had to let her inside me. She kissed me hungrily and her pussy cradled me. She ground her hips against me and I held myself as deep inside her as I could. I felt her body give her over to pleasure. She buried her face in my neck and her pussy's reaction to her orgasm drew my own out. I ached as I came inside her. It felt right to ache in the middle of my pleasure after six months of wanting her. It felt right as I gave myself completely to her. She fell asleep soon after I moved to her side. I waited for the deepness of it to take her away from me. I stood up slowly making no noise. I knew I had to leave, whatever Megan and I were, it did not include the morning after. It was a less and less convincing lie the farther I got from her on the drive home. ----- Monday afternoon, I went to work in something of a daze. A part of me regretted leaving, but a larger part thought our fate was hers to decide. The Lab Manager was in her office, which was a surprise. She smiled as I walked by. I waved and opened my door. I checked my email but did not read any of it. I was really checking if Megan had emailed me something after she woke up. I went through the pile of snail mail and discarded everything. The private investigator's picture caught my eye, and I smiled at Megan's face. She looked happy in the picture; it made her look so young. I picked it up and studied her. I had never looked like that, young and free. I picked up the report and started reading it. I had not bothered when it arrived. I found what I needed and thought it was enough. Now, I thought maybe there would be something Megan had not told me about herself in it. The first page surprised me. I put the report down and looked at my computer. Megan had emailed me the night we were together, while we were together. I picked up the report and read it from beginning to end carefully. I put it down and picked up the picture. I studied the other girl. She could have been Megan's sister. Her skin was lighter, and she was a couple of inches shorter but the resemblance was there. I hired a good investigator, who answered my questions instead of finding Megan and giving me an address. Megan had not left town on the first night she spent with me. The investigator chased down the discrepancy and found Megan's friend. She had charged a hotel room in my town that night. The investigator waited patiently until she could photograph Megan and her friend together. She thought the friend was the one I was really interested in so had circled her face and not Megan's. Megan had not lied; I even had a name. Maria. I looked at the woman I thought was Megan through two nights of our bodies touching. I studied her until my eyes ached, but I could barely formulate the questions, never mind getting answers from the picture. I put it down and opened Megan's email. "Are you going to write it?" she asked. "Yes. I would appreciate you giving your friend a copy when it's posted." I emailed her back. I thought I finally had something to say. There was a knock on my door. I spun my chair around to see a blonde woman in a business suit standing by the door. Business suits were not the normal apparel at the university so I was surprised. My manager was standing besides her smiling. "Miguel Sanchez?" the woman asked brightly. "Yes," I said with a smile. She was pretty with beautiful blue eyes. The suit was tailored, fitting her nicely. I tried not to admire the femininity it presented perfectly in the disguise of hiding it. "I'm Samantha Doubre from BrickHouse Publishing." I took her hand to shake but looked confused. "I know what a thin envelope means. What does it mean when they send a company representative?" I asked. "Do you only see a company representative?" she asked me. She had not let go of my hand so her meaning was not something I could mistake. Her blue eyes widened, and she pulled her hand out of mine roughly. She covered her mouth and blushed at the words that had escaped. "That good?" my manager asked Ms. Doubre. "There was nearly a riot in the editing offices," Ms. Doubre said turning to her. I felt it for the first time in my life, the awareness of a woman's attraction; she turned away because she needed space between us. I took a step back, but she closed space immediately. The awareness rose again, she needed the space but not if it meant not getting what she wanted. "I knew you wrote erotica, but you didn't tell me you were doing some serious writing," my manager admonished me. "I thought it was time," I said with a dismissive smile. I had not wanted to write erotica after Megan. The words were still inside me though. I did not notice I was writing my first novel until it was half done. I let it go; writing it did not mean I had to submit it. I do not know why I did when I finished, other than it felt a part of the cycle. "Why don't you take Ms. Doubre out to dinner, Miguel," my manager said. "You probably have a lot to talk about." She nodded to both of us and stepped out of my office. Ms. Doubre and I turned towards each other. "Please, call me Samantha," she said nervously. "I would think the writer would be the nervous one here, Samantha." She smiled widely at me; I had gotten her message. "Even raw, I enjoyed your words immensely," she said with her voice dropping into a bass whose thrum my body echoed. Her eyes bored into me. "Dinner sounds like a fantastic idea," I told her. Samantha asked me during our meal what had inspired the book. I told her the truth; two women I never met.