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The Book Store

By: Water Tiger



When he arrived he dialed her number, she waited until the fourth ring to pick up.

"Are you there?"

"Yes he replied"

"Yes, what?" was her short response.

"Yes, mistress I'm here".

"That is much better, now do you have everything you need?"

He replied yes and told her that given the number of cars in the parking lot it shouldn't take long for him to call back. She seemed please and before they hung up, she dropped the heavy mistress treatment to say "have a good time baby".

He smiled as he hooked the cell phone back on his belt and walked into the adult book store they had found on the internet. This was an evolution of their relationship. They both enjoyed sex very much and as they got to know each other they found out that both could dare to experiment with bi-sexual fantasies. On her part it was easy to take to the next step, she was older than him and had more than an ample stable of willing studs, yet when she went looking for women, it became even easier. Her friends were more open and wild than he could imagine given her established status, within a week he had sat in the living room chair and watched her service one of her oldest friends, the sex was amazing, she was in total control, her flawless body seemed to glow as she brought her partner to several room shaking orgasms. What made it even more exciting to him was that she rarely lost eye contact with him, even when her had her friend head was buried in her smooth hairless hole she watched him. Before she came she mouthed "this is for you baby".

Yet for him it was "different". He didn't have the relationships with his male friends to say, "Hey I'd really like to blow you sometime". She offered to "find" him someone, but he passed, telling her that he enjoyed being with her as her boy toy.

And he did, he loved it when she would walk into the room with a tank top and jeans on, with an unmistakable bulge in them. She'd walk over to the big leather chair and plop down and start to rub the front of the denim. After a few minutes she would say,

"You know you are making me hard over here?"

"You mean me? I'm making you hard?"

"Yes you are you little slut come over here and see what you've done"

He would get up and move to the leather chair, where she would tell him to get on his knees so he could get a good look. She'd then undo the belt and button and unzip the jeans to expose a huge 8" realistic skin cock in a leather harness. With expert skill she'd begin to stroke the huge real skin cock.

"See I told you that you were making me hard, now come over here and take care it"

She had taught him what to do in previous sessions, so he was more than willing to take as much as he could; he was getting better each time, being able to deep throat down to the heavy balls.

"That's it baby, suck that big thick cock, you love it don't you? You love that big cock sliding in and out of that little slutty mouth of yours, don't you?"

All he could do was nod in the positive and continue to stretch his mouth and throat to accept the big phallus.

After about ten minutes he could tell she was getting close, the bonus was that the bottom strap that held the dildo also held a six inch version in his mistress' velvet cunt. She was getting off each time he went down on her.

"That's it; I have to have that ass of yours"

He'd at once stand and allow his jeans to fall, he'd be wearing a lace boy short (that's all she'd let him wear) with his cock poking out the top, she'd admire him and tell him that he much be enjoying this too, at the looks of his cock. She'd tell him to strip and get on his knees. Once there she would command him to "present". He'd then reach behind and spread his ass cheeks to reveal a completely shaved and smooth hole. She would admire his ass and always give it several good smacks.

"Open up your hole bitch!"

With concentration and practice he could manage to flex and "open" his ass.

"That's it my little cum whore, open up to take this big dick"

She'd then spit down onto is ass, as well with putting a little warm lube on the cock before she would impale him. The effect both physical and mental was off the charts for both of them. She loved it when she could be in control like this, and he on the other hand was lost in that he was NOT in control, and that he had to perform at her whim.

She would start slow and then build up a pace once he was used to the feel. The more she pumped into him the dirtier she'd talk, which was a turn on for both of them.

"Oh, yes! Look at my little bitch take that big cock. You look so good with a big stiff dick going in and out of that nasty little cum hole"

For the part his responses were more moans and nods to the affirmative. "You wish this was a real cock don't you? Could fill you up with nice hot cum. You'd take every drop wouldn't you, you little cock whore"

"Yes, mistress, you know I would for you" was about all he could manage.

"That's right, I know you'd love it. Now stroke that nasty little cock of yours and tell me who you are cumming for"

He then reach down and begin to stroke himself, at this point it never took too long. His staying power when they had "regular" sex was better than most, but in these cases like most bull rides it didn't make it 8 seconds.

He would begin to moan and rock his hips back and forth and they both knew he was close, and she wasn't much further behind.

"Tell me slut, who are you cumming for? Who are shooting your sperm for?"

"You mistress, I'm cumming for you"

"Then do it! Cum for me you little cum whore"

He would explode as she drove into him, grabbing his hips and then pushing into him as far as she could sent her over the edge every time. She would then fall against him full length as they would turn on their sides. She would reach around and stick her fingers in his cum and then lick it off her fingers, she would then do the same to him, having to lick them clean. She loved it that he did this, and while he didn't want to really admit it, he liked it when she did this to him.

A couple of weeks prior to him standing in the parking lot of the book store he found out that he was going to be forced to attend a leadership conference out of state. He wasn't too keen on going, but business is just that so he made his plans. She saw this as an opportunity for him to experience sex with a man for the first time. With a little research she found a couple of places that were near to where he was staying. Then she presented the plan. He was to cruise the book store and find someone that he could feel comfortable with, she recommended someone that was older and at best "looked married". That would help in that fact that she wanted to "hear" what was going on, so someone was going to have phone sex while having sex. The last requirement was the person he found had to wear a condom. He joked that he just needed to have a little sheet of paper with the list of demands and pass it out when he got in.

He stepped into the store that was divided into three parts a video section on the left, books and toys in the center and the cinema on the right. He decided that it was best to canvas the entire place so he walked in the book section. He noticed that there were a few women with some of the men, but for the most part all the males were alone and in a no shame type attitude seemed to be checking everyone out.

He didn't find much in the books, and moved to the video section, with no particular focus on the isles he just walked down them looking at the titles. He smiled that most of the time the covers were better than what was on film or disc. He passed several people and made eye contact with only a couple, nothing to make him think that he'd find someone.

He turned the corner and found himself in the bi-sexual isle. There were more people milling in this area than in others, so he thought this would be his best chance. A with his back to him turned and they bumped into each other. He was about his height and age, they both apologized to each other and smiled and walked off.

He then made his way out of the videos and across the open area of the store to the cinema section. This was different than the rest of the store. Instead of the bright lights and mirrors, the central hallway and the other three halls were dimly lit. A light above the large bulletin board with the selection of movies gave off the most light. There were 15 small rooms with red and green lights above the doors to indicate which rooms were being used. Several men were standing around at various points and you could hear either the movies or real sounds coming from behind several of the closer doors.

He was just about to give up when someone came up next to him and pretended to be looking at the selections on the board; it was the same person he had bumped into in the movie isle.

"Doesn't look like Star Wars is playing in any of these?"

He smiled; at least the tension had been eased. "Yeah, I doubt any of these will be up for an Academy Award"

"I'm sure they're better than Plan 9 from Outer Space"

Feeling a little more confident he mustered up enough confidence to say "Well we can check one out if you'd like?"

After a brief moment the stranger responded with "Why not?"

As they made there way down to the end of a hallway with a green light above the door they introduced themselves to each other. He found out his "new" friends name was Nick.

Inside the room there was a large black leather sofa and a 32" TV with a control box for purchasing movies. He locked the door and they both stood in front of each other not saying anything. Nick took the lead and reached into his pocket and removed a roll of quarters. He broke them open and inserted a dollar worth, the TV came to life with the image of a gay gang bang.

"I've heard if the door is shut and the movie is not playing they'll come and bang on the door. Is this okay or do you want to watch something else?'

"That's fine with me. So what do you like or what are you looking for?"

He thought that what he just said sounded ridiculous, so before Nick could respond.

"I'm sorry that just didn't come out right, I guess we both know why we're here, it's that I have a couple of request's if you don't mind"

"Sure as long as it doesn't involve a chicken or a dwarf"

They both had a small laugh as he described that if they were going to have sex his mistress wanted to be on the phone to hear and give directions and that they both had to wear a condom.

Nick gave him a long look and told him that would be great, he then opened up that even though he was married he had a bi-sexual need that he only wished his wife could accept. She was out of town so that's why he was at the book store this evening. The conversation put them both at ease and for the first time they now sensed that they could get down to business.

Nick put five dollars worth of change in the machine while he hit the speed dial on his cell phone. This time it was picked up on the very first ring.

"Where have you been? I've been worried to death"

"Hello to you too, I'm fine, just took a little time to get organized"

"Did you find someone?"

"Yes I did he's standing right here in front of me, would you like to speak to him?"

She replied "yes" and he gave the phone to Nick, her voice went to the ultra sexy tone as she described herself and that she wanted to hear and know everything going on in the room.

She then asked Nick, "So what do you want my little slut to do?"

"Well I would love to get my cock sucked"

"Love to get you cock sucked what?"

Nick then realized that she wanted him to play by her rules.

"Uh, I'd love for your slut to suck my cock mistress" "That is much better Nicky, now tell him to lower your trousers and kneel in front of you"

Nick did as told and he in turn did as his mistress directed. Once Nick's pants were down he saw the outline of a now rigid cock in a pair of gray briefs, the stain of pre-cum near the top. Nick then told her that he had done as requested and that he was ready for further instructions.

She told Nick that her slut should take down his briefs and then for him to sit on the sofa. As he pulled the shorts down the cock popped out at him. It was the first "real" cock he had seen besides his own, and this one was a mere foot away from him. Nick was nicely built, he was about 6 ½ inches long and not too thick, he had very light pubic hair above his cock and on his balls.

Without being told he dropped to his knees and removed a condom and started to open the wrapper. Nick was telling her what he was doing, and she told him that she wanted her slut to put it on with his mouth.

He placed the condom on Nick's now hard cock, Nick then told him.

"Mistress wants you to use your mouth to put it on."

He nodded and for the first time placed his lips on another mans penis. He was amazed how warm, almost hot it was. Since he wasn't the expert in this field he used his fingers and his mouth to extend the condom down to the base of Nick's cock.

Nick told her he had completed it as she had ordered.

"Good, now tell my slut to lick up and down your nasty cock and to suck your balls".

Nick told him and he went to work. His time with his mistress had done him well, but it was nothing like the real thing. Adding the fact that he was in a dark room with a TV playing gay porn, in the corner of his eye he could see four or five guys in various states of a gang bang only made him feel more like a slut.

He did as he was told making porn star slurping sounds as he sucked on Nick's balls and then licking up and down his shaft. He reached up with his hand to squeeze his balls and with his other to rub on the area above Nick's cock.

Nick was doing a very good job at relaying everything he was doing to his mistress.

"He's sucking me up and down licking and squeezing my balls mistress"

"You're horny aren't you Nicky? You like having your nasty little cock sucked by another man don't you?"

"Yes I do mistress, I love it".

"That's good, remember don't you dare cum till I tell you Nicky. Do you like fucking Nicky?"

There was a brief pause as Nick looked down at the man between his legs licking his condom covered cock like a lollypop.

"Yes I do mistress, I love it"

"Ever fuck another man Nicky?"

"No mistress I haven't"

"Would you like too? I know that my little slut sucking your nasty little dick would love for you to fuck him, would you like that Nicky? I'll even let you cum in his ass".

"Yes I'd like that, thank you mistress" Nick couldn't believe his fortune, he could only imagine if the voice on the phone was as hot as it sounded, given the looks of the guy he was with he concluded it was. She wouldn't be with someone that wasn't on par with her.

"Good. Now put the phone next to my little slut's ear I want to hear him suck your cock Nick".

Nick did as he was told and she could hear the slurping sound and his muffled moans.

"Can you hear me?

Without missing a beat he muffled "Um-huh"

"That's it my little slut, suck that cock for your mistress. You like it don't you, you love having another man's cock in your mouth don't you my little bitch?"

He stopped for a second to say "Yes I do mistress"

"Don't speak to me when you have a cock in your mouth whore! Now listen to me slut when I tell you I want you to remove your trousers and present your panties and ass to your new friend Nicky. I want him to fill your ass, you'd like that wouldn't you slut?"

This time he responded with an "Um-huh" as he deep throated Nick again.

"Good, now take off your trousers and get that ass ready to be fucked you cum whore".

He stood up and motioned the phone back to Nick. He looked at the monitor and saw that he needed to put some more money in the player, so he deposited the rest of the quarters. Nick stood up as well and spoke into the phone.

"It's me Nick mistress"

At the same time he turned his back to Nick and lowered his trousers to his ankles and knelt on the edge of the sofa, placing a hand on the back and arm to steady himself.

Nick took it in. His friend was in excellent shape; even though he still had his shirt on he could tell from the waist down this guy worked out. He also saw that he had on black lace boy short panties. Nick relayed to the status of his friend to the mistress on the other end of the cell phone.

"Do you like what you see Nick? Do you want to put your cock in his ass?"

"Yes I do mistress, I want to very badly".

"Tell my slut to remove his panties and present his ass to be man fucked"

Nick did as he was told and was amazed how sexy another man looked. He then realized that he was smooth, not a hair anywhere on him. He also saw that his friend cock was encased in a leather sheath. The only thing he could see were his very full balls and the remains of the ends of the lacing.

"Do like it Nicky? Is my slut's fuck stick still secure?"

"Yes it is mistress"

"Good, my slut should be nice and clean for you, but he might need to lube you up so you can fuck his hole".

"Mistress wants you to lube me up".

He nodded as he retrieved a small flip top bottle from his trousers. He put a little on his hand and massaged Nick's cock. Even without any contact for the last several minutes it was still very had in the condom. He then ran his fingers over his ass and inserted a finger in his hole. He was feeling very turned on, so he worked it in several times while Nick with the phone to his ear watched wide eyed. He then nodded and reached back for Nick's cock.

"He's lubed and ready mistress"

"Excellent, now tell him to open up for you"

Before she could complete the sentence Nick was shocked to see the asshole in front of him open up unlike anything he'd ever seen.

"He has mistress, it's open for me"

"Oh, he is a horny little whore isn't he? Put it in Nicky, put that nasty cock of yours in my little cum whore's hole. Do it, do it now!"

"Yes mistress, I'm putting my cock in him now"

For both men it was a first and it was electric. Nick couldn't believe how hot it was, not to mention how tight. It was unlike a woman's pussy. For his part having taken a much bigger dildo didn't really prepare him for the feeling of a real cock. It as hot! He could feel it pulse as Nick pushed deep into him. After a few minutes his balls touched his friends leather bound balls.

"I'm all the way in mistress"

"How does it feel Nicky? Feel good to have your cock in another man's ass?"

Nick was blown away how horny she was making him. Even though he was doing something he never thought he'd be doing he was at the same time envious of his friend, his woman was telling to do things he could only wish that his wife would do.

"Yes it feels incredible mistress".

She told him to put the phone down to her slut's ear again.

"So how does a real cock feel in your ass cum whore? Is it as good as you expected, you love it don't you slut?"

"Yes, it's wonderful, thank you for allowing me to be man fucked mistress"

"You're a good little slut, now give the phone back to Nicky and enjoy getting that hole filled with man cum".

With the phone back at Nick's ear she gave him detailed instructions on how to fuck her slut. Nick did as he was told. Unknown to them she was laying in bed with a 6" dildo in her ass as she worked the 8" real skin cock in and out of her sopping pussy. She could hear Nick and her beloved moan. She had told Nick not to cum and he had done an excellent job not to have blown his load. She could tell he was slipping so she decided to allow him to release.

"You want to cum Nicky? You want to shoot your cum in my man slut's ass don't you? Tell me Nicky?"

"Yes mistress, I want to cum so bad! I want to shoot in your slut's ass"


The Book Store



"Then do it! I want to hear you cum! Tell me you are filling my cum whore's ass up, I want to hear you Nicky, so do it now!"

"Yes mistress, uh, now! I'm cumming now! I'm cumming!"

She could hear the shortness of his breath and the guttural moans that most men make when they release their cum.

"That's it Nick, fill his ass up with your hot cum, give it all to him, don't waste one drop, I want it all in his slut ass"

On the receiving end via the conversation he could hear Nick having (he had a pretty good idea what she was telling him) he knew he was close. He could feel Nick tighten up and his strokes were getting more rapid and shallow. Then even before he could tell her (or announce to him) Nick pushed as deep as he could go then he could feel the spasms of the cock buried in him explode. It felt wonderful; he arched his back and squeezed his partners cock to milk him for everything he had.

Like the end of a long race Nick and his friend collapsed on the sofa. He pulled out and both of them sat next to each other on the sofa. Nick could now see his partner's hard (cum dripping) cock in the leather sheath.

She spoke to Nick; "That was very good Nicky, my slut didn't cum did he?"

"No, he's very hard and is leaking pre-cum though".

"So what would like to do Nicky? I have him in leather so he won't touch his dirty little cock, but if you want I'll let you jack him or suck him off".

"I'd love to suck him off, but will you allow me to do it without a condom? I'm married and very clean, I assure you mistress"

"If my slut agrees, he can judge you better than me, now tell him to unlace and hand him the phone".

Nick did as he this time knelt between his partner's legs as he unlaced the leather sheath encasing his rock hard cock.

"Hello my mistress"

"Have you enjoyed yourself?'

"Yes I have, thank you"

"Are you okay with him sucking without a condom?'

"Yes, he's fine"

"Then tell him to start, are you going to last long?"

"No mistress I probably won't"

Nick then began to suck his cock. He was very good and took his time licking him up and down. Squeezing his head and lapping up all the oozing clear pre-cum. He told her what he was doing and he knew that it was no use in trying to prolong the orgasm that he knew was near.

"Oh mistress, I am so hard and full I need to cum"

"Do you want to shoot in Nicky's mouth my little slut?"

"Yes mistress I want to cum in Nick's mouth"

Saying that Nick started to work harder, less deep throat, he knew he was close and he wanted to take it all (or as much as he could).

"Nick might be swallowing your cum, but who is it for slut, who are you cumming for?"

"You mistress, my cum is for you, your slut is cumming for his beautiful mistress".

"Then do it, I want to hear you cum and tell me who it's for slut!"

Nick could feel him building and took just his head in his mouth. He then heard him say.

"I'm cumming now! I'm shooting my cum for my mistress"

He exploded in Nick's mouth. Nick could feel the thick ropes fill his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could as it continued to fill his mouth. He breathed in through his nose and gulp the huge load down his throat. 

She listened as her lover exploded in a strangers mouth, the entire time professing that the cum was for her. He told her Nick didn't loose a drop of his cum. That put her over the edge with the dildo buried in her cunt she came with a force that she didn't think possible. She didn't tell him that could wait till they could talk when he got back to the hotel.

He then gave Nick the phone and told him how grateful she was on how willing he was to help her "slut". Nick gave the phone back and he told her he'd call her when he got back to the hotel.

Nick and his new friend got straightened up and before they left the room they exchanged phone numbers and also saw they had another 3 minutes left in the movie.

He told Nick that he'd be in town for one more night after this. They didn't say anything, not wanting to commit after such an event. They agreed to "see what happens" and see what "their" mistress might have plans for.

To be continued...



The Book Store



We drove to the little store, the conversation light and flirty. He kept telling me how much He wanted my mouth on His cock and i simply smiled and said that i felt the same. 

"Soon, my Pet," He said, "soon enough." Just at that moment, we pulled into the little parking lot of the adult book store. 

I had only been there once before and was so embarrassed buying my vibrator at His command, that i had hardly noticed anything else in the store. 

We walked in and said hello to the clerk at his counter and purchased a "video" to watch in the back. My nerves were threatening to get the better of me as we walked to the back. The smell of spent sex was strong in the air. He opened the door to the little room and i went in, followed closely by Him. Not the most romantic place, but kind of exciting. I pulled out the towel i had tucked in my shirt, thinking the floor might not be the cleanest place to kneel. I turned to Him, awaiting His command. 

"Well, Pet, what are you waiting for?" He asked me with a grin on His face. "Get on your knees and take care of this stiff cock I have for you." 

Smiling, i carefully placed the towel on the floor and knelt down on it in front of Him. I reached for His belt - undid it and followed that with opening His pants. I carefully lifted out His hard cock (He wasn't kidding about that - grins) and nuzzled it first with my face. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, You feel so good, Sir," i purred to Him. 

"And I want you to suck me good, slut pet of mine," He commanded gently. 

Without another word, i took His cock deeply down my throat, only gagging slightly as i got used to Him once again inside my mouth. I moaned softly as He gently fucked my mouth. My hands reached up to fondle His balls and rub His legs as His movement grew less gentle. His hands worked through my hair and He pulled me tighter to His cock, forcing me to suck Him harder - gagging more. Now he was fucking my mouth like He would be fucking my cunt in a short while. Holding my head and giving me no choice but to let Him use my mouth. One last forceful thrust and i felt the warmth of His cum shooting down my throat. I gulped and gulped, trying to swallow it all down. Moaning, i let Him shoot His load completely down my throat. He pulled me off His cock and i gulped in air, trying to catch my breath. 

He smiled down at me, "What a good little cocksucker you are, my Pet." 

I smiled back at Him, "Thank You, Sir - it's my aim to please You." 

He grinned at me with that mischievous look i had come to know as something naughty working in His mind. He leaned close to me, still kneeling on the floor, and whispered in my ear, "It would please me to see you please someone else right now."

I looked up at Him in wonder. As far as i could tell, we were the only ones in the store at the moment. "Who?...." and then my voice trailed off. Before He said it, i knew who He meant me to "please". "The clerk," He said, simply.

"But he's ancient, Sir," i said, trying not to seem defiant. 

"Yeah, so?" He replied. 

"Well,....." my brain was trying to come up with a reasonable reply to get me out of sucking the old gentleman, knowing it was futile - i would be sucking the guy's cock. 

Sir looked at me with a smile on His face, knowing i would bend to His will. 

I gave Him a pleading look, hoping He would relent, but He just smiled and quietly commanded, "Go suck him, my little slut."

I rose from my spot on the towel and adjusted my clothes and kissed Him gently on the lips - "As You wish, Sir."

I walked to the front of the store and smiled at the clerk. He grinned back at me, almost like he knew what was coming. "I am instructed to make you happy, sir," i quietly said to him. 

"Well, step up here little lady, and you're welcome to make me as happy as you want," he said, giving me a toothless grin. Seeing that grin made me recoil a little in disgust, but i knew i must do as Sir had commanded. I climbed up into his little booth and knelt before him. I was surprised that his pants were already undone. "I could hear you moaning in there and it got me a little excited, missy," he told me, almost apologetically. "But I haven't cum yet. Was kind of hoping your master, there, would let you do just this. Sometimes it happens in here. Most of the time, not." 

I heard him speaking, but barely - all i could focus on was his enormous erection. I had never encountered such a huge cock before. It had to be at least 10 inches long, fully erect. I reached out to touch it, all of a sudden wanting to taste it and make it cum inside my mouth. I wasted no more time and had my mouth all over this massive cock, stroking him and sucking him, listening to his moans as i worked on him. I tried to take him as deeply as i could but could only get half his cock down my throat. Didn't matter, apparently - for not too long after, he was shooting his cum down my throat as well. I couldn't believe how much he was squirting - some was trickling out my mouth. Just as he was finishing, the door opened. Mortified, i held still with his cock still in my mouth as he greeted the new customer. I pulled gently and quietly off his cock and licked my lips to get the cum off them. I sat back on my legs and waited for the customer to leave or go to the back. When the coast was clear, i stood up, thanked the gentleman for letting me suck him and turned and saw that Sir had been watching us the whole time. I smiled at Him as He said, "Well done, Pet."

"Thank You, Sir," i replied demurely. 

"Now let's get back to the hotel, Pet. I feel a great need to ram my cock deep inside that hot little cunt of yours."

I smiled with pleasure, "As you wish, Sir."



The Book Store



I had just begun to go to an adult bookstore not too far from where I live. At the age of forty, I was getting urges for other men. I am not sure how it happened, but I would see a guy walking down the street with a large bulge in his pants. It turned me on, I have to admit.

I would go into one of the small booths at this particular bookstore and stroke myself until I came, all the while watching the gay videos being shown. 

On one Saturday I was in the bookstore, my pants were down and I had been rubbing my cock, making it erect. The door of my booth opening and in walked a man. He was on the short side, dark, and looked to be Hispanic. 

There isn't much room in these booths, you can barely turn around in them, we were almost touching. I looked over my shoulder to see him dropping his pants to the floor. I had been watching a particularly hot gay video, when I felt him reach around me and take hold of my cock.

He started to stroke me as he pressed his body close to mine. To say I wasn't getting worked up would hardly be true. I could feel his cock rubbing up and down my asscrack. I didn't think I was quite ready for this, until he placed something under my nose.

It was a bottle of poppers, and before I knew it I had taken a large whiff of it. My head started to swim and he pushed the bottle even closer to my nostrils. When he pulled the poppers away, I finally heard him speak.

"Bend over at the waist," he told me. I knew I wasn't thinking straight, but I did as he asked. I placed my hands on the wall and bent over as much as I could in such a tight space. The poppers had done their work as I felt his cockhead probing my hole.

He didn't waste a second before he was pushing into me. My ass is normally very tight, but I could feel him shoving his prick deep into my ass. Poppers or no poopers, it hurt.

He drove his big cock into me and he didn't go slow. He was pounding me and pushing that huge prick into me as far as I could take it. I must have been taking it all in, as I felt his ball sacs hitting my cheeks.

He gave me another shot of the poppers and then wrapped both arms around my waist. It felt like he had stuck a tree up my ass. Thankfully the audio from the video that was playing masked what was going on. I was grunting and crying out as he rammed me even harder now.

I don't know how long he fucked me, but it wasn't long. I felt a hot stream of cum flooding my hole. I squeezed his hardness and managed to milk all his seed out. My lover kept pumping for a few more minutes before he finally slipped out of my hole.

He pulled up his pants and left the booth without saying a word. It took me a while longer to compose myself and leave the bookstore booth.

As I walked out of the bookstore, my Hispanic friend was outside, waiting for me. He motioned for me to follow him. I stood there motionless for a minute. I didn't know what to do, but my craving for cock gave me away.

I followed his car to a small brownstone building. I followed him to an apartment on the second floor. He ushered me into the place and led me directly to the bedroom.

It was there we both removed all our clothing. He had me lie down on my back. Spreading my legs for me, He got his bottle out once more. I took a deep whiff and he then lifted my ankles up. I finally spied his cock, it was huge. He must have had ten inches dangling from his crotch. He stroked himself a few time and then wedged the head of his dick in between my cheeks.

He then began to force it into me. God help me, I wanted all of it. It took a bit, but he finally had all of his rod inside me. He proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. If I thought I had been vocal back at the bookstore, I was practically screaming now.

I have had other men since that time, but none of them ever made me felt this way. I was his fuck slave that afternoon. The sweat was pouring off of both of us. He eventually lowered my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. He must have fucked me in that position for well over an hour.

"I am cumming," those were the few words he spoke to me that day. He blasted me with a fountain of his cum. it was like a hot geyser flooding into my belly. He soon collapsed on top of me. Neither of us moved for the longest time, but it wasn't the end of it.

He finally got up and had me get on all fours. When he pushed his cock in this time, it was much easier to take. All his seed was in me and made it easier to take my ass one more time. With his hands on my hips guiding me, we fucked liked demons. I wanted him to never pull out of me by this time. He had worked me up into a red hot state. My Hispanic lover was able to fuck for a long time. When he did cum I was surprised to feel another torrent of his love seed being shot into my hole.

Once he came, he got up and left the room. I must have passed out. I awoke after some time had passed. I found the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I went back and got dressed. When I went out into the apartment, I didn't see a soul. I left and got into my car and drove off.

My ass was raw and sore for the next week. I couldn't believe how much cum he had shot into me. I was still passing it a full week later. 

I thought about going back to his place once or twice but I never did. I even drove by his brownstone. I guess I was afraid I would become addicted to his cock and I wouldn't be able to break free.

Whenever I take a lover these days and he has his cock deep in my hole, I still think about that short, Hispanic man and how he broke me in for my first time.



The Book Store



Four blocks down from her townhouse was her favorite book store. Her days were very long sometimes and it was a great place to go unwind. She'd always arrive during her lunch hour since there were less people during that time of the day. It was a little, quiet getaway with a small coffee shop just inside near the front door. Soft music always played since there was a small area to buy CDs as well. Big, puffy couches and chairs were in the back, surrounded by tall bookcases which went as high as the ceiling, with large, rolling ladders that slid side to side along the shelves.

Briskly walking in the cool air, the sky began to get darker and darker. The street light changed and she quickly crossed approaching the front door. The door swung open as a couple held it for her, cradling there coffees while they past by her on the way out.

Stepping inside, glancing off to the left, she gave her quick wave to the familiar lady standing at the front counter. She walked toward the back, noticing a line of people hovered around the coffee shop as saxophone music filled the air. Three wooden coat racks lined the wall as a couple talked to one another in a hushed tone. Hanging her jacket on a free hook, she walked toward the bookcase. The sign above read 'Romance'.

"That is perfect." she thought to herself.

Walking casually down the rows of books, her finger tips touched the backs of each novel, looking for one that would catch her eye. Looking just above chin level, she sees a beautifully colored book and grabs it, studying the back.

"You don't want that one." a man says, his voice peeking through the parted books.

She looks up slowly. "Yeah, why is that?" she smiles, wondering what the rest of him looks like with only the sight of his eyes.

"There is not enough passion, in my opinion." he says, his deep, brown eyes continuing to stare.

Her eyes become trapped in his as a moment of silence is caught between them. Shocked by his response, she looked back at the book , searching for something to say.

"Got a better one?" she asks.

"Yes, I do. You see the next shelf up? There should be a couple dark red books there. Unless of course someone has bought all of them" he chuckles.

Her eyes leave his as she scans the shelf above looking for a red book. "This one?" she asks, as she pulls it from the shelf, holding it within his sight.

"Yes. That is it." his smile widened.

'Wild Nights' was scrawled across the cover of the book. She looked up at him to see him still staring. "Thanks! I'll check it out." she said as she smiled back at him.

"Anytime." his smooth and warm voice spilled over the books between them.

She turned to lean her back up against the books, opening the cover and flipping through the pages. Stopping at a page, she began to read a little. Candles, wine, soft touching and slow kisses start to spill from her lips as she read a few paragraphs under her breath. Her lip pressed between her teeth as she saw a scene in her head, reading more of the passion that was promised by the stranger.

"Looks like you have found something there." his soft voice was heard once again.

"Uh huh, it is going to be hard to put this down. I am hanging on every word." she said, leaning her ear back into the bookcase and listening to his voice.

"I hope you'll forgive me for saying so, but your perfume is very inviting and with my favorite book in your hand, it is very exciting to stand here and watch you read it." his soft voice lingered just over her shoulder.

"I don't mind at all." she said, making him feel at ease with his forward comment. Moments passed as she continued to read. Shifting her weight, she became more restless as the pages turned at a quicker pace.

"You look sexy standing there biting at your lip as you read along." he paused. "The man in the story has you wrapped up in his passion."

"Mmm, he is kissing her passionately now. What woman doesn't like the time and effort that a man takes to kiss her?" she whispers back to him.

She heard a loud thud and looked down at the end of the bookcase. A man knelt down, picking up a book that he dropped. She turned toward the bookcase and his eyes are gone. She looked around, no trace of him.

Walking to the edge of the bookcase, she looked down along the rows, trying to see if he was standing nearby. Two big sofa chairs, back to back, with only one woman sitting quietly, reading to herself. Still holding the Wild Nights book in her hand, she walked over to the big, empty chair, sitting down to get comfortable. Figuring he'd left, she began to read. Quietly, the woman behind her stood and grabbed her bag as she turned to leave, looking for another book.

Sinking into her chair, her thoughts wrapped up in the story. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his touch, stretching out past the words on the page.

"I see you have gotten to the part that leaves you breathless with anticipation." his voice came from behind her. With a small movement, his breath was at her shoulder, his finger tips placed at the tops of her shoulders. "I think you should buy it. It looks as though you like it." his voice was at the edge of her neck, giving her chills as they flowed down her neck and all over her back.

"I think I'll do that." she said, her voice heated.

He shifted his weight and his breath was at her other ear. "Maybe I'll see you next week when I come here and then you can share one of your books." his tone was filled with adventure.

"I just might do that." she said, struggling to find the words.

"Alright. You enjoy that book. I would love to know what you think of the ending." he said, quietly moving away from her ear, getting up and walking down the row of books toward the front counter. Only the back of him was seen as she looked up at the last minute, catching a glimpse of him as he walked away.

***

One week passed and every night she read from the book. The passion was just as he said it would be, which was more than she ever expected. Work was tough, not being able to concentrate, always watching the clock, wanting to get home so she could crawl in bed and read more each night. The images of the couple in the story just haunted her. She would see his eyes and feel the writer's words melt her body.

"Lunch time!" she said to herself, taking another look at the clock. Clicking her computer off, grabbing her bag with her keys in her hand, she walked out the door.

"I wonder if he's already there." she thought as she crossed the street. It's all she thought about for a week. She kept replaying his voice in her head, as if she was afraid that it would stop and she would be unable to hear it again.

Reaching the front door to the book store, she glanced off to the side with an automatic wave. The lady at the counter brought her hand up, smiling back at her. With no line for coffee, she walked over, sliding a couple bucks onto the counter toward the cashier for a hot double mocha. Glancing around the store, she didn't really know what he looked like, but she couldn't help herself, wanting to know if a man would be staring back at her long enough to give away his identity.

She picked her coffee up, moving toward the back of the store. Approaching the bookcases, the large soft chairs were empty. Just a few people scattered around the store with books braced under their arms. A couple stood at the help desk, looking books up on a computer. She set her cup down on the little table in front of the chair, hanging her jacket on the coat rack. Casually walking down the romance section, every so often she glanced up to see if his brown eyes would be peeking through the books.

Further down the bookcase, she stumbled onto the erotic section. "Seduction. Now that's something you can always get better at." she laughed to herself, grabbing the book off the shelf. 

"Do you think you need more help in that area?" a soft voice lingered from behind her.

She froze. "I think improvement is always a good thing." she said, turning around slowly, seeing him leaned up against the bookcase. Her mouth was slightly ajar, not able too break her stare.

With a book in his hands, he stepped closer to her. "Your so right." his smile curled at the corners of his lips. "So, what book are you going to share?" he stepped closer, just to the side of her shoulder and then turned in front of her to lean back up against the bookcase.

"Hmm, well, my choice is completely different. Mine is more on the adventurous side, but I'm sure it would lead to intense passion." she said, winking at him.

For a moment he stood there enjoying the look on her face. Her smile filled with the adventure she spoke of. Finally breaking the stare between them, she started to walk away from him. A couple more steps and she leaned down, her fingers finding the pick she spoke of.

"This is it." as she went to turn around, he was standing directly behind her with only the book between them.

"What do we have here?" he said, pulling the book from her hands, but his eyes hadn't looked at it yet. Her feet felt heavy, like they were bolted to the floor, wanting to back up, but powerless to do so. "101 Nights of Great Sex. By Laura Corn." he said with a puzzled look in his eyes as he looked up at her.

"It's not what you think." she giggled under her breath. "It's like a fun game that becomes addictive. Especially since the pages are sealed. They read, 'For Her Eyes Only' or 'For His Eyes Only'. 

"Now, how am I going to see if this book is any good if I can't read it?" he said quickly, almost disappointed.

"Well, I guess you'll need someone to play the game with." she said wickedly.

"I suppose you have your favorites?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah! I like number #55 'Sweet Surrender". And number #74 'The Body Tease'." she said, without giving him anything to go on.

With a chuckle, he looked down, flipping through the sealed pages. "Hmm, Fire Down Below, Yield To Temptation, and Taken by Surprise." he read as she watched his lips curve around the words. He leaned forward, just inches from her lips and then turned his face. "Mmm, wearing that awesome perfume again, I see." his voice dropped, becoming softer again. "Tell me, because I am so curious. Did you like the ending to the book?" his breath was so close to her neck she almost felt like shaking.

Her head turned slightly as if she was offering it to him. "Yes, I did. It was full of passion. It made it hard for me to get to sleep." she said with a small sigh as he pulled the book away and dropped his hand, placing it at her lower back.

With a very small tug, he pulled her closer to him. "I have an idea." he whispered."Let's go out on a date." his soft voice purred at her ear. "I can tell you this. I would love to play your game." he said, as chills covered her neck, waiting for him to touch her. His grip became lighter until she felt his hand leave her back. The seduction book dangled from her finger tips. She could barely hold onto it as it was suddenly grabbed by his hand.

"Here, you might need this." he laughed wickedly.

"What makes you think I want to go out with you?" she said quickly, trying to appear in control of her emotions.

"Because I have you breathless with anticipation." he began to laugh, seeing her face redden and then become flushed. "So, how about it? Going to take me up on my offer?" a wink of challenge covered his eyes.

"Your on!" she said, crossing her arms over the book in front of her. "Where and when?" she asked quickly, before loosing her nerve.

"I'll meet you here, next week, same time." he said.

"Okay. I'll see you then." she smiled back at him.

A long pause caught between them once again, as if he didn't want to walk away. There was a look in his eyes, like he wanted to kiss her, but also wanted to wait. She stood there torn, wondering if she could pull off what she desperately wanted to have. She had this need to just walk out the door with him, but knew that he wanted her to wait.

"Are you going to tell me your name?" she asked, as he started to move.

"Next time. It didn't stop you before, I don't think it will stop you now." and with a wink, he turned, walking away from her, leaving her standing there wanting so much more.

***

It was time once again. Knowing she'd have a date with him made the week much easier. Without wondering if he'd show up, it put her mind at ease. Throughout the work day she would daydream often. His plan to go out had her on the edge of excitement. Where would they go or what did he have in mind for her?

She had plans of her own by buying the seduction book, but the temptation of him calling the shots was much better. Just standing next to him in the book store was hard enough, his voice so hypnotizing it left her searching for her words.

Already at the book store, she stood in the romance section, waiting for him to show. Arriving a lot earlier, she decided not to work up to the last minute this time. She walked along the books, not paying much attention to them as before. Reaching the end of the bookcase, she turned to go back the way she came, her fingers lightly going over the back of the books while walking along.

"High heels, a sexy, rather short skirt. Hmm, all for me?" his voice came from behind her.

She stopped suddenly, knowing it was him, feeling him stand just behind her.

"I guess I'd better take you somewhere nice." he said, chuckling.

"And where might that be?" she asked, not turning around, as goosebumps were felt at the back of her neck.

"My place." he whispered softly.

Her nerves shot through her body suddenly. "He's going to seduce me." she thought, taking a deep and long breath.

"I am going to make you dinner." he paused. "I hope you're hungry." he slipped his hands onto her waist, slowly turning her toward him.

Her eyes glanced down, seeing his big, warm hands holding her hips. Her smile increased with each passing moment as she turned, finally facing him. His deep brown eyes were like warm chocolate just melting her where she stood.

"Shall we go? Or did you find another book?" he asked with a smile.

"Umm, no, just waiting for you." she smiled, her eyes shifted, looking around his muscular neck just below his ear.

"Okay then, let's go. I'm starved!" he released her waist, his fingers began to slowly slip in between hers. Leaving the book store, they walked out into the parking lot. "This is me." he points, his truck just ahead of them.

Reaching the door, he unlocked it and with a smile, he held the door open for her. His eyes catch her long beautiful legs stepping up into his truck as she slid up into her seat. With a long look at him, he began to shut the door as she crossed her legs, watching his eyes break away just as he shut the door. Getting into the truck, his seat belt slid across his chest as he started the car.

It was a beautiful drive along the curvy roads as small talk went on. Her mind skipped back in forth between watching him grip the steering wheel and how every so often he'd make eye contact while he drove. His intense smile just left her staring at him.

"Would you like music?" he asked, stopping the conversation in mid stream.

She couldn't have cared less about the music, but she couldn't expect him to do all the talking and she wasn't sure if she could keep the conversation going. Her mind was just lost in the unknown of what was to come of the night.

"Sure. I like almost anything." her grin held hidden secrets.

The conversation continued with an occasional personal question, which she was all to happy to answer.

"Here we are." he said, smiling over at her as they arrived at his house.

"Wow, beautiful place! I love the great big windows." she looked on while they pulled into the driveway.

"Thank you." he said, his truck stopped and then he jumped out.

Quickly jogging around the truck, he got to her door as it swung open. A deep penetrating smile, he stepped up to the edge of the open door. Turning her knees toward him, she could feel his eyes, sliding between her warm legs. The stockings she wore rubbed together as her thighs touched. She was sure at the angle in which he was standing, there would be very little hidden.

"Here, let me help you." his arms stretched out, waiting for her to slide into them.

Pressing her hands at the tops of his shoulders, she began to slip into his arms, his hands cradling her. Slowly she slid down in front of him, his lips just inches away from her's as her feet finally touched the ground.

"Thank you." her hands remained at his shoulders.

His hands shifted from under her arms, around to her back. "Your welcome." his soft touch kept ahold of her.

She felt his hand reach up behind her back, threading into her hair, dangling from her shoulders. Completely motionless, she waited for him to kiss her.

"Mmm,, that sweet scent. Where did you apply it?" he asked with a husky voice, under his breath as she felt him pull her hair, tilting her head back."Here?" as his lips came closer to her ear, only to feel his nose brush her earlobe, back and forth. "Or was here?" his breath now danced down her neck, stopping at the dip in her shoulder. A small but tiny kiss was left there, sending her knees sinking. Her grip became tighter at his shoulders.

"There are many more places where I've left that sweet scent." she trembled under him.

"A treasure, worth the find." he said, with a wicked tone.

He toyed and teased around her neck, never delivering the kiss she desperately wanted. Her back arched up toward him, offering her body to him and yet he continued to take his time enjoying her body.

"Still going to have dinner?" she spoke up, shaking beneath his arms.

"Yes. There's nothing to fix up. It is already done." he said, not distracted by her question, brushing his lips just under her chin.

"I thought you were starved?" she hoped he'd just pick her up and take her into the house.

"Oh, but I am." his voice was deep and intoxicating.

His hand suddenly released her and she felt a small breeze between them as his warm body stepped back from her. With a small wink, he slipped his fingers into hers, pulling her away from the open door to his truck. The door shut and he turned, tugging her hand, pulling her along.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked, out of the blue, walking up the steps to the front door.

"Red" the smile began to cramp the cheeks on her face.

"Good choice. Although, you really do look great in black." he said, winking at her, unlocking the door as they went inside.

Leading her into the kitchen, his fingers went into the neck of her jacket, pulling it from her shoulders. "Make yourself comfortable." he said, dropping her jacket into the chair at the dinner table.

His jacket fell into the opposite chair as he left his keys on the table. She walked behind him as he approached the refrigerator. Leaning up against the cold, granite island, parallel to the refrigerator, he turned toward her with a bottle of red wine.

"Care to do the honors?" he asked, with a deepened smile.

"Sure" 

He turned away from her, pulling a drawer open, grabbing the wine opener and then handing it to her. With her glass filled and his sitting next to the wine bottle, she began to walk toward the dining room table. A long oak table stretched the length of the room. Enough to seat 12 people with high chair backs and no table cloth, she stood looking out the windows.

She felt him come up behind her and stop. "Close your eyes." he said, as her heart began to race.

With her eyes shut, he took her glass as she heard it set down on the table in front of her. Very softly, he put his arms to her shoulders, moving her forward. Stopping her for a moment, he then turned her, lifting her up and then setting her down on the table. A few moments passed, her breath picked up more and more as each second went by.




The Book Store



"Open your mouth." he said softly in front of her.

Her mouth instinctively dropped open as she suddenly smelled fruit. Placed on her tongue, a grape. She closed her mouth and began to taste the surprise. "Yum, I love grapes." the juices in her mouth almost running to the edge of her lips.

"Open." 

Her mouth dropped open willingly, waiting for the next surprise. The smell of sweet strawberries filled her nose as he left it at the edge of her lips, waiting for her to take a bite.

"Mmm, every girl's favorite." she said, enjoying the attention.

Each taste of fruit came that much closer to him running out. Her mind thinking ahead to what he'd come up with after it was all gone. After each taste she took, she could hear him grab the next bite.

"I need a drink now." she said, keeping her eyes shut.

"Open." he said, his lips finally touched hers, only to open with the red wine spilling from them.

As the wine disappeared, his tongue replaced it as it found hers, covered with the taste of fruit and wine. His strong hands wrapped around her shoulders as he slowly seduced her mouth into giving more to him. Soft and muffled vibrations came from inside her, slipping out as he held her tightly. Her hands moved forward, reaching around his hips, pulling him toward her.

Breaking the kiss between them, she opened her eyes. Looking beside her, the plate still full of fruit with a small knife beside it. Looking back up at him, towering over her, his hand touched her shoulder, laying her back onto the table. His hands seductively slid up into her blouse as the buttons came loose, showing more and more of her soft tummy.

Glancing down at him, she saw his mouth open as his head drops down toward the edge of her skirt. Her eyes shut as his cold tongue is felt, dragging along the edge of it. His fingers found the clip to her bra, releasing her breasts from it while he licks at her belly button.

"Oh, yes. Touch me." a moan left her lips as she arched her back.

"I have found more of that sweet scent." his lustful tone spilled over her skin, feeling him blow on her wet skin in little circles.

His hand reached under her arched back and pulled her up, sliding her off the table and into his arms. He pulled off her blouse and bra, uncovering her shoulders as it dropped to the floor at her feet. A nibble to her neck, the zipper was released, dropping her skirt to the floor. His warm hands squeezes her uncovered ass, pulling her into him as a hand moved into her hair. With a firm grip, he holds her tightly, pressing forward into her body as he kissed her aggressively.

He stepped to the side, releasing her. "Stand here" he grabbed both her hands, placing them at the wall.

Looking over her shoulder, she sees him grab a cut orange off the plate. He returned to her and began to kneel and with a hard squeeze, the juices of the orange spilled down over her uncovered ass. Before it hit the floor, his tongue was there to catch it as he took a small bite of her.

"Ohhh! Yes, taste me." she begged.

Another squeeze just above her crease and the juice flowed down between her cheeks, hitting the folds of her warm satin lips. His mouth eagerly found the juices, mixed with her's as his tongue fell into her waiting lips.

"Do I have you breathless? Can you feel my passion?" his voice covered her wet lips as he blew on them softly.

"Mmm, yes! Take me!" whimpering, she looked over her shoulder down at him.

His eyes pierced her as his hidden tongue moved over and over. He began kissing his way up her back, a wet open mouth felt with her juices covering his lips. His mouth was between her shoulder blades as his hands reached around to cup her breasts. His teeth playfully bit at her shoulder as she felt his pants slide off, falling to the floor in a heap. Buttons pop as she heard him rip his shirt open, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. His hands grabbed her hips and with ease, she feels her sex cover him completely.

"Mmm, you taste as sweet as you feel." he growled over her shoulder, his hand reaching around, his fingers toying with her swollen sex.

With her hands pressed against the wall, he moved behind her. His hardened sex rubbing at the soft padded core inside her. Squeezing at each movement, she became weak, almost unable to stand as he grabbed a handful of hair, turning her neck to the side.

"With each squeeze, I soon will feel the juices of your fruit." his voice poured into her ear.

"Ooh, uhhh, uhhhhh..."

No longer able to with stand his torturous tone, her body jolted one last time as she released around him, covering him with her excitement. The liquid fire began to melt him, with a hard squeeze to her hip.

"Uuh, uuhh..." his body suddenly fell forward into her, the squeeze of her sex pulling the juices from him as she felt it spill down the inside of her heated tunnel.

Breathless, wrapped up into each others arms, they stood for a few moments.

"Are you still hungry?" he chuckled.

"I am now thirsty." she giggled.

"What would you like to drink? There's many things to choose from." he said, smiling.

"Should I close my eyes again?" she said with a feisty voice.

He laughed as he leaned forward, kissing behind her ear and down the side of her neck. 



The Book Store



It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and there wasn't much to do. Ironically however, everyone I had called seemed to have plans for the day. All were staying in...doing something around the house. But, I needed to get out. I was restless.

What does one do on a rainy Sunday afternoon? Well, apparently one goes to the book store...ya know, the big book store with the coffee shop inside? Well, that is where I ended up with no purpose really but to get some coffee and browse the books.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one with that idea that day. The place was packed. I had to park on the far end of the parking lot and by the time I got my way to the store I was pretty soaked. It wasn't going well. The line at the café was more than ten people long and every last table and seat in the place was taken. Figures!

For a moment, I thought about leaving...getting back in my car and just going back home. But, considering how far away I parked and how soaked I had gotten just to be there, I decided to stay...and I'm so glad I did.

Now, there are a variety of topics that interest me and considering the fact that I had gone there with no real agenda, I wandered the store, stopping here and there to browse the titles...looking for something to catch my interest. It wasn't happening. I was distracted by the wet clothes that clung to my body and the number of people crowding my exploration. And so my attention drifted from the books to the people.

For me, there had always been something sexy about a bookstore. As an aspiring writer, it was more than just a store to me...it was a gallery of fulfilled dreams. There was something of an exhibitionist nature about it...putting one's thoughts down on paper for the world to read...opening your ideas, your opinions, and fantasies to an audience of millions. It was exhilarating. And as I looked around I became slightly aroused by some of the men, their attention focused on the words that they read within the books that they held. It was sexy; and I imagined that they were reading my words...my thoughts. Then I paused... how silly I was acting! Slightly embarrassed, I returned to searching the books.

It was only a few minutes later I had wandered into the social sciences section...sociology, current events, criminology, true crime...that one. As usual, that aisle was vacant. Without being crowded, I relaxed and began looking through the titles. I must have become quite focused because I didn't even notice that another person had entered the aisle with me. 

From behind me, I heard his voice speak my name. Before I could turn around his strong hands were around my waist and pulling me into his body. I closed my eyes for a second and allowed him to take a hold of me. I recognized that voice and I SO knew those hands. In a moment, I was weak.

He brought his face to the right of mine, softly kissing my cheek. He then whispered for me to be quite. Feeling helpless, I nodded in agreement to his request. 

He took my hands into his...pulling my arms behind me and again leaned in to whisper, "Just walk." I couldn't help but smile. I loved how he could take control over me. And I obeyed...slowly taking steps as he directed me towards the back of the store. I wasn't sure where we were going or what he could possibly have in mind...but I didn't ask or question...I just enjoyed.

Through a door labeled, "employees only," we entered. I heard the click of a lock behind me but remained facing forward...waiting for him to move me if he liked. We were in some kind of storage space...I don't really remember the detail of the room as my mind wandered elsewhere and my body pulsed with anticipation. 

And then the lights went out. He was still behind me, never allowing me to turn. Releasing my hands, he reached around me and began aggressively fondling my body through my wet clothes. He dove into my neck, kissing me passionately first on my right side...and then the left. I let out a soft moan and his hands traveled lower.

He nearly tore open my jeans...it was then the thought occurred to me...what if we get caught?! Oh...but I didn't care. His hands were in my pants and reaching between my legs. As he touched my pussy I could feel how extremely wet I had already become. With two thick fingers he entered me and I moaned...he then reminded me that I needed to be quite with a soft, "shhh".

Finally, he turned me around and instantly his lips were on mine. He tore through my wet blouse and pushed my pants further down my legs. We were crazed to get undressed...like animals. Then I heard the door handle...someone was trying to get in!

Startled, my heart pounding in my ears, I reached down for my clothes. But, he wasn't having that. Taking advantage of my position...leaned over and fumbling with my blouse...he grabbed me by the waist and turned me...directing me towards a chair. I grabbed a hold of it, as not to fall. 

He entered me from behind. Bent over a chair in that dark room...my heart still pounding with the fear of being caught...he pumped me hard with his thick cock. I let out an incredibly loud moan...louder than before. This time he ignored it. Well, he didn't say anything...he just started to work me faster. There was knocking at the door! And a voice yelled out, "Excuse me?!"

I opened my eyes and turned. There was a store employee standing to the right of me...arms full of books. And I blinked as I refocused. I was in the social sciences aisle again. The employee motioned towards the shelf and I apologized while stepping to the side. I stood there for a moment...disorientated, until the clerk asked me if I needed any help. I shook my head, no...and quietly walked away.



The Book Store



I walked into the Spine bookstore resolutely. No sulking at home with a glass of wine, asleep by 11:00pm on a Friday night. I was thirty, not seventy five. Going to a bar sounded exhausting and there was a possibility I'd zero in on someone that reminded me of Joey and spiral into a bottomless cavern of self-pity and tequila. Sort of like last weekend. Sitting down with some inspirational poetry or an engaging memoir seemed productive and not likely to drive me deeper into a black hole.

It had been a long day, a hurricane of inconsiderate co-workers, deprecating texts from Mom, and break-up reminders. On top of all that, I had submitted five pitches in the past month and heard back from zero editors. Life wasn't altogether horrible but it wasn't the best. 

Four months had passed since I moved out from my shared apartment with Joey. I could no longer stand his callous approach to everything - how little effort he put into our relationship, how embarrassed he was to hold my hand in public. It took me a while to convince myself I deserved better. The obligatory wreck at first, I slowly let him go. 

These days, I'm alright, unless the wrong song wafts over from the radio or a guy with Joey's haircut crosses my path. The worst of it is the loneliness, the empty bed. My body craves touch and late at night, I lull myself to sleep with frenetic fingers, disappearing with my blanket tucked between my legs.

The store wasn't crowded and I looked around, mesmerized by the amount of books.

"Excuse me, could you direct me toward the poetry section?" I asked a short guy wearing a newsboy cap.

"Yes, that's upstairs, over by the right wall," he pointed. 

"Thanks." As I walked away, I couldn't help but notice his eyes lower to my ass, confined firmly in a pair of stretch jeans. TGICF - Thank God It's Casual Friday. I ascended the stairs and found the poetry shelf. I ran my fingers over the books, their diverse textures and sizes massaging the tips of my fingers. 

I pulled out a book of collected poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay, something from my to-read list. Burrowed into a cozy corner, I planted the book in my lap. 

And I read, vehemently. I scrutinized every word, relentlessly extracting meaning like juice from a lemon.

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, 

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain, 

Under my head till morning; but the rain 

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply..." 

Engrossed by the words, everything faded away - the other customers, the jazz music emanating from the speakers. I lingered in my poetry bubble, finally content. 

"You stole my book."

I looked up, dazed. A tall man was beaming down at me, his expression playful. I immediately noticed his facial hair - robust eyebrows complemented by a short but substantial beard. He was attractive - rough yet polished, with eyes like hot coffee. He smiled like he was hiding a secret bouquet of roses tucked behind his back. A jolt of anxious energy shot through my midsection.

"What?" I looked down. "You were looking for Edna St. Vincent Millay?"

"Oh! My bad. I thought you were reading about Easter Island. I'm planning a trip."

I stared at him with furrowed brows, not comprehending at first. Was he dense? Suddenly, it dawned on me - he was flirting. With me.

"Wow. OK. I mean, I can totally see how you'd get the two books confused." I tried to access my cache of coquettish witticisms but realized I had no such thing. I had not flirted in a long time. 

He smirked. 

"What's your name and why are you spending your Friday night reading?" 

"I'm Mia. And why not? Reading is entirely underrated." I tilted my head coyly. 

"Well, Mia, I agree wholeheartedly." I looked up at him, his glimmering eyes looking down, abruptly aware of our spatial relationship. He wore a grey, plaid button-down shirt that hung over his waistline loosely. I noticed his rugged jeans vaguely tracing the outline of his body and had to look away. 

"I'm Reed," he added. 

"Reed? And you are here to read? Cute." I winced inside - talking to guys was not my forte.

"Well, I hadn't thought of it that way," he laughed. "So far, all I've done is look at photographs. That's what I do - I am a photographer." Reed brushed his fingers through his dark, curly hair, the tendrils adhering to his forehead like leaves along a fence. 

"Is that so? What do you photograph?" 

"Everything. I'd love to tell you about it but we seem to be on different planes here. Either I sit or you stand." He smiled expectantly. 

I hesitated, squinting at him, waiting for his next move. 

Suddenly, he reached out his hand and I grabbed it, forgetting the book of poetry on the floor. I sprang toward him, stopping inches from his body. The store suddenly felt warm, stifling. 

Reed smiled. "So, Mia, do you want to stay here and read or do you want to go across the street and get a drink and talk about reading?"

I paused for a second. He was a complete stranger. Still, he was handsome and seemed nice - it's not like I'd be going home with him or anything. Besides, I really needed to unwind and forget about my asshole ex. 

"I suppose a drink can't hurt." I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation.

"Great. We can go to Bells and Whistles across the street." Reed grinned and turned to walk down the stairs. I followed him, the poetry book lying on the floor, a forgotten relic.

He held the front door and I strutted out into the balmy night. I imagined his eyes on my body, tracing the curves of my hips. I felt a surge of excitement - his presumed attraction for me was a huge turn-on. We left the store and walked across the street.

"You are a terrible influence. I came out to read and ended up at a bar," I joked, glancing at him sideways. 

"Hey, I didn't force your hand, you came here of your own accord. It's not too late to turn back," Reed smirked like he was apt to do. 

We entered the dimly lit bar and proceeded to a small booth in the back. I slid in first and he surprised me by sitting next to me. I swallowed, hard. 

"You don't mind, do you?" His assertiveness both intimidated and aroused. I felt my lower body growing weak. 

"You're supposed to ask permission before you do something," I retorted, pursing my lips.

Reed laughed and pinched my arm. My eyes drifted to the unbuttoned top of his shirt, thick hair peering out like a patch of rogue grass. I looked away, quickly, my breath caught.

A cute, blonde waitress in a green dress took our order. I watched Reed's reaction to her but she didn't seem to register on his radar, he was too fixated on me. 

"So, aside from poetry, what do you like to read?"

"Let's see. Mainly engaging fiction although I do read a lot of autobiographies. How about you?" I wondered if he was genuinely interested or was just making small talk. 

"Recommend something. I usually read travel memoirs but I am open to everything." He ran his fingers through his hair, shiny curls falling across his forehead. 

"Well, I recently finished Just Kids by Patti Smith and loved it." 

"I've actually read it. I love books about New York City." I wanted to tell him how sexy I thought that was but composed myself.

"Really? Did you like it? I may have cried a little at the end. Don't make fun." I tugged at my earring nervously. 

"No crying for me but I did enjoy it." 

The waitress returned, depositing our respective glasses of Macallan and Maker's Mark on the table. 

I attacked my scotch, hoping the alcohol would diffuse the sexually charged anxiety I felt. I wondered if he felt it too. 

"So, you said you are a photographer? What do you photograph?" His leg brushed mine casually, sending a tingling energy down to my toes. I fidgeted slightly. 

"A lot of travel and nature photography, I'm obsessed with exploring new places. There's nothing more exciting than uncharted territory, you know?" Reed looked at me, his eyes burning.

I nodded, suddenly feeling shy. His expression displayed his intentions and I felt my panties growing wet. He wants to fuck me. Tonight. I emptied my glass nervously and asked him to let me out to use the restroom.

The stalls were empty. I pulled my panties halfway down and stopped. My fingers drifted between my moist lips, pleasure radiating throughout my body. I gasped. I haven't been this turned on by someone in a long time. I had to pull it together. I couldn't go home with this guy tonight, right? I mean, we just met. Maybe I needed to chill out and just let things happen. I fixed my clothing and hair, and walked toward our table. 

Reed looked up at me, his lips spreading into an eager smile. "Do you want to stay here or keep moving and find a different bar?" 

"Doesn't matter. Although exploring the uncharted territory of another bar sounds exciting," I said, my breath rapidly accelerating. 

"I was hoping you'd say that. Let me just pay the tab." Enthusiastic, he jumped up and walked over to the bartender. I lingered by the door, feeling the warmth of the scotch permeate my senses. It felt good to relax - I needed a break from the stress of overanalyzing everything.

Reed joined me and we walked back outside, the air thick with humidity. We turned down a dark street devoid of businesses.

"There are several great bars on the next block. It looks like it's going to pour soon so hopefully we get there in time," he said. 

"I hope so. I don't have an umbrella," I informed him. 

He suddenly stopped walking. "I'll be your umbrella," he said gently and nudged me toward a concrete wall. I didn't realize how much taller he was but he hovered over me, consuming me with his eyes.

I didn't resist his advances. I was relieved he was assertive since I was usually so shy. 

Reed ran his fingers gently across my lips, rough fingertips sliding along my Burt's Bees lip gloss. I stared at him, craving his mouth. 

Just as I was about to lean into him, he kissed me, gently at first, increasing in pressure.

His kiss felt hot, full of unspoken words. He pressed me against the wall, placing my arms at my side and holding my wrists delicately. It wasn't aggressive, just reassuring, as if he was letting me know he would take care of me. With my back against the concrete, I felt my knees weakening. I shifted toward him, craving hard evidence of his arousal.

Reed pulled back suddenly, analyzing me with an intoxicating hunger. "You are so incredibly sexy," he drawled, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh. I drew in, the breath lingering in my throat, my lips parting in anticipation. He drew closer, and as the tip of his finger drifted across the middle seam of my jeans, I couldn't control myself - I moaned desperately, my head tilting back into the wall.

He bit his lip, his eyes like two spinning planets, explicit in their desire. 

With hardly a warning, the sky opened up. Several haphazard drops quickly turned into a downpour. 

"Come on, this way, we can get a cab on the next block," Reed said and grabbed my hand. We ran down the sidewalk, the streetlights illuminating hundreds, thousands of water droplets bouncing all around us. My blouse was completely soaked, the green silk clinging to my body. I smiled as I ran, invigorated by the unexpected adventure. 

We arrived at the main thoroughfare and he stuck out his arm, desperately waving at passing taxis. His hair was saturated, the curls plastered around hair face. I looked at him, his face bathed in the light, trying hard to rescue me from the tumultuous weather. At that moment, he looked stunning. Without thought, I grabbed his arm and pulled him into me, my rain-slicked lips desperately landing on his. Reed complied, placing his hands firmly around my waist and drawing me into him, a lost girl, found again.

Our tongues intertwined as the water wept down our faces. The rain, incessant, battered our shoulders. My entire body keenly aware of his, I fought against instinct to pull away, breathlessly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself," I stammered. "Let's get that cab." 

"I was a willing participant too, you know." He laughed, wiping the water from his brow.

We snagged a car right away. 

Reed opened the yellow door for me and I hopped in, relieved. 

"294 West 8th Street, please," he told the driver. I smoothed my hair nervously.

"Are you OK with coming back to my apartment? I can give you clothes to change into." He looked at me wearing a concerned expression. I wanted to smile - he was worried I might say no. 

"Yeah, I'd like that." I moved closer to him and slipped my hand inside his.

Reed looked at me with a mixture of desire and reverence as I placed my head on his shoulder. 

We pulled up to his building and he paid the driver. The rain had slowed marginally and we ran inside. The elevator ride was fraught with tension - I was astounded by the unexpected turn of events. My night started with poetry and was going to end with...sex? I had never had a one-night stand before. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. 

Reed opened the door to his apartment and cautiously, I walked into the darkness. He flicked a light switch behind me, and we locked eyes, my chest pulsating with energy. 

A large calico cat appeared, meowing emphatically. 

"Hey Meatloaf, meet Mia," he said in the direction of the cat. "Want a glass of wine?"

I nodded, bending down to pet the purring Meatloaf as Reed disappeared into another room. 

Seconds later, he handed me a glass. 

"Good to see we have our priorities straight," he laughed. "I'm going to change - do you want to shower? I can give you a T-shirt and some shorts to wear."

"I'd love a shower! Wet clothes are the worst." I ran my hands down the sides of my drenched jeans to demonstrate.

I followed him into a short hallway as he led me toward the bathroom. 

"Thanks," I said coyly, wishing I was forward enough to ask him to join. 

"Wait," Reed said and pulled me in for a quick kiss. 

I blushed and shut the door, leaving it unlocked. Quickly, I shed my clothes, immensely relieved to remove the cold, wet fabric. I glanced at the mirror and ran my fingers over my breasts, nipples erect. 

Turning the faucet, I stepped into the standing shower, noticing the available bench. The hot water exploded and the sharp currents ran down my face, my mouth open in blissful surrender. I welcomed the weight of the water pressure as it caressed my chest. With the assistance of a scratchy bar of soap, I lathered, my hands sliding over slick skin. 

"Mia? Sorry, forgot to give you a towel." I heard Reed say from the doorway.

I froze, his voice sending a shock through my body. The water battered me as I slid the steamed door open a crack and peered out. He lingered at the door, clad in a pair of grey sweatpants and an Indiana Jones T-shirt. 

"Thank you, um, here, you can just leave it, on the toilet, I guess." I was having trouble speaking, overwhelmed by his sudden appearance. Immediately conscious of every naked inch of my body, I felt my groin tighten.

"Wow...you look...sexy," his eyes grew dark but he kept his distance. 

"You're kidding, right? I am a mess." I tugged at my wet hair as evidence.

He stepped inside the bathroom, encouraged by my inability to end the exchange. 

"How's the water in there?" Reed asked slyly. His messy hair hung over his forehead, almost obscuring his fervent eyes. 

I gulped as it hit me - he wants to come in. It seemed like he was waiting for an invitation. I was suddenly very aware of my pussy, wet and tingling. I wanted him to join me more than anything. C'mon Mia, what are you so afraid of? You're already naked in his shower. I took a deep breath.

"Well, why don't you see you for yourself?" Holy shit. I felt a jolt of electricity rocket through me.

"I thought you'd never ask." With an amused expression, Reed walked toward me and opened the door. With my naked body visible to him, massaged by the water, I felt exhilarated. I pulled back, nearly shaking, pressing against the wall. Without undressing, he stepped in, the stream quickly flattening his hair and blackening his clothing. 

"You just can't seem to escape the rain, huh?" I laughed nervously. 

"I've been too distracted to care," he took a step toward me, sending my body into overdrive. 

Just inches from me, he bit his lip, staring at me, wet and cowering against the wall. 

"Sit down," Reed instructed and I acquiesced, breathing hard. The seat felt smooth against my bare ass and I looked up at him, eagerly awaiting further instruction. He kneeled down to my level and ran his hands along the inside of my thighs, staring at my pussy. He licked his lips eagerly. "Perfect," he murmured and split my lips open with his tongue. I moaned gently, tremors of pleasure passing through me. 

Reed stopped and looked up at me, his eyes shimmering playfully. His mouth curled into a smile as thin rivulets of water dripped down his face. He stood up and detached the shower head and came back to me, surprising me with a hard kiss. I felt his wet tongue thrusting into my mouth, my pussy burning with desire. It was unbearable and I felt the urge to push his head down, just to feel his hot, silky tongue on me again. Nudging my chin upward, Reed began to gently kiss my neck, dragging his wet lips across. Suddenly, I felt the rhythmic sensation of the water shifting down my stomach. I gasped as it reached its destination.

From the way I was sitting, I could look down and see as the stream gushed over my pussy, spreading my lips gently, shifting them side to side. He moved the shower head up and down, closer and further, his eyes lit up like a mad scientist. I felt the cascading pleasure rising, cultivating something inside of me, an urge that hasn't been fully expressed in many months. 

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum," I moaned, bucking my hips forward. 

Tossing the shower head down, Reed quickly replaced it with his mouth, drawing rhythmic circles around my swollen clit. Everything felt wet, inside, outside. I felt his beard graze my lips and shuddered. Leaning back, I grabbed the bench for support. The intensity was climbing, higher, concentrated in my groin. Everything tightened - there was no turning back now. It all went black as I closed my eyes, sparks piercing the darkness. I moaned, desperately, like a caged animal, as his tongue brought me over the threshold, shaking, a woman reborn. 

Simultaneously weakened and simulated, I climbed down to the shower floor and tugged at his waistband, pressing my mouth against the wet fabric surrounding his erection. "Wait," Reed said, surprising me. He pulled off his wet T-shirt and placed it underneath my knees. That sweet, unanticipated act made me want to suck his cock that much more. I ran my fingers through his coarse chest hair, stroking his tight stomach just above his waistband. I rubbed my mouth up and down, against his bulge, bursting with anticipation of seeing his beautiful dick. He groaned softly as I pulled his pants down. His cock sprung free, trembling slightly. I looked up at him with an expression of violent desire, and ran my tongue around the sides of his head. Not breaking eye contact, I eagerly lapped at the underside of his shaft, licking it like it was the last ice cream cone I'd ever eat. 

Looking up at him alluringly, I took him in my mouth, sucking slow and hard. The sound of running water isolated us from the outside world. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, lifting it gently to cup his balls with my tongue. Raising my eyes upward, I watched his mouth open slightly. I sucked on his head, using my hand to stroke his shaft quickly, suddenly taking all of him in my mouth. I gagged but didn't stop. "Oh god, baby," Reed groaned. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at him. "I want you to cum all over my face." I wanted to taste him, bad, but the idea of his cum spraying all over won in the end. His eyes widened and I enveloped him again with my mouth. Picking up speed, I used circular hand strokes along with my slippery lips, moving to the rhythm of the falling water, my hands sliding around his cock, my mouth full of him. "Don't stop," Reed gasped. At the last second, he pulled himself out, exploding on my face. Eyes closed, I opened wide, tasting his rich, creamy fluid as it dripped down my cheeks. 




The Book Store



"Fuck," he whispered, running his fingers over my wet hair. "That was incredible."

I stood up, shakily, and reattached the shower head, smiling in recollection of our recent encounter. I washed myself, removing his blissful stains from my face but never from memory. Reed wrapped his hands around my waist as he caressed the back of my neck with his lips. I felt his desire through his entire body, his lips, his beard, his chest hair, his cock, now semi-erect, pressing between the cheeks of my ass. Leaning into him, I swayed against his manhood, like a lascivious snake charmer. 

"Let's get out of here, it's unbearably hot," he suggested, kissing the top of my head. 

Reed stepped out first, leaving the wet clothes on the shower floor, the soggy remnants of our impromptu encounter. He extended his hand and I followed him, holding onto him for balance. 

He grabbed a large, blue towel and wrapped me in it, following up with a hug. 

I felt his erection now, fully realized, jabbing into my leg. My hands ran up his chest, traversing through the hair that covered his muscular pectorals. He backed away slightly, gazing down at me, suddenly serious. The way he looked at me at that moment floored me - it had been a very long time since a man had looked at me like that. I fought an unwelcome urge to break down, cry, crumple in his arms. In an effort to compose myself, I grabbed his head and kissed him, wildly, pressing myself into his hard cock, the towel's textured fabric rubbing against my clit. We pulled each other down to the floor, meeting the fuzzy bathmat with abandon. 

Reed ripped off the towel and placed his mouth on my breasts, swirling his tongue around in endless circles. His hands crept downward, barely grazing my belly, stopping right above my pubic hair, shaved into a precise triangle. He pulled back slightly, landing his hands on my inner thighs, his thumbs spreading me open, wet, glistening, an emptiness that desperately needed to be filled. Reed grabbed his cock, shaking it up and down, and slid it against my lips, slowly, lusciously. I gasped, my need for him overwhelming. Laying there on his bathmat, I let go of everything - troubles, fears, inhibitions. Aside from our naked, trembling bodies writhing on the bathroom floor, nothing really mattered. I moved my hips into him, hungry to feel his entirety. He pulled back, biting his lip slyly. 

"Tell me how bad you want it." He grinned, almost maniacally, his moist locks haphazardly arranged around his face. Holding his cock firmly in his hand, he slid the head inside, turning it slowly in circles as my pussy spread open to accommodate him. 

"I want your big cock inside me so bad," I whispered. "Please, fuck me." 

Reed pulled his dick out completely and then, plunged it back inside me with gentle assurance. I gasped, my hands grasping his muscular arms, pressing into his biceps. He started pumping faster and leaned down, his hot mouth meeting mine. Still thrusting, his lips just inches from mine, he whispered thickly: "You like that cock? You like it deep, don't you? I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before." I moaned breathlessly. I've wanted a guy to talk to me like that for so long but no one ever had. 

Breathing heavily, he pulled out of me, flipping me over and without missing a beat, shoving his cock effortlessly back inside my pussy, dripping with juice. Reed ran his fingers forcefully through my hair, tugging gently at the ends. I turned my head, feeling the softness of the bathmat against my face, closing my eyes as everything fell away. That familiar pressure mounting, the slap of his hips against my ass, his quiet groans, as I squeezed my eyes shut, emitting a cry of joy and incomparable release. All quivers and throbs, I laid in a stupor as he finished, not far behind. 

He slumped down next to me, smiling. Exhausted, I buried my face in his chest, still naked and dripping all over. Reed stood up and picked me up carefully, carrying me into his bedroom. He placed me into the bed, bidding good night with one more ardent kiss, and then everything blurred.

*** 

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Looking over, I saw a head of scattered, curly hair embedded in the pillow next to me. I smiled. The digital clock read 9:33am and I grabbed my phone. I scrolled through the usual spam e-mails and froze. Finally, a reply from the editor of Stark magazine - they wanted to use my story! Ecstatic, I settled back into bed, just as Reed opened his eyes. 

"Hey sexy, what are you doing up before me?" He looked luminous and before I could speak, he grabbed my waist, pulling my ass toward him. From the back, his fingers slid between my pussy lips with ease and I exhaled, fully awake now. He hovered by my ear and whispered, "See, reading does pay off." I laughed, turning to slap him playfully just as he inserted two fingers inside me. Groaning, I spread my legs open, and he gently slapped my pussy repeatedly with his other palm. 

"I like that," I murmured.

He climbed on top of me, pushing the hair from my forehead. "I like you, Mia." His mouth met mine, in a kiss that made me forget the past and future, as I sank into the pillow with a reckless appreciation for now.