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Grey

By: CuriousScribe



Just a quick note. Please note that this is my first attempt at any sort of fiction let alone erotic fiction. It really starts off slow and serves merely as an introduction to the central character and his life. I intend on this being a series but only if there is sufficient interest. – Curious Scribe

*

Dorian Greyling sat in his cubicle staring at his PC. He had been staring at the same line for the past hour, in fact he had been working on this story for the last three hours and yet only one shitty paragraph had been typed. His mind was definitely on something or someone else rather. In his mind he played over the events of the previous night. Jason had surprised him with a good fucking up against the screen doors as soon as he had gotten home. He still had the bruises on his front as evidence. 

Arriving at his sea side apartment, Dorian had found the door unlocked.

"Strange," he thought as he cautiously pushed the door wide open to reveal an empty living space with just the lamp turned on. He lived alone and no one but the building Sup had access to the apartment. He continued, as if in a bad horror film, inching forward slowly and calling out before entering the room.

"Shit, bad move," he thought. "Now you let the fuckers know you are here". 

But logic never really applied to him before and reaching one hand into his coat to retrieve his mobile and the other in front of him he yelled suddenly as his hands were snatched and yanked behind him in a vice grip. Before he could react he was pressed up flat against the glass of the screen and a husky voice breathed heavily in his ear. 

"Welcome home honey."

Struggling to get his hands free he turned his head and his lips were immediately crushed. He whimpered sinking into the kiss. He could feel the bristles of a five o'clock shadow and the crotch being pressed into his butt. He smiled and stopped struggling. 

Once his attacker felt him relax he let him go stepping back. Dorian looked at Jason, standing in front of him with a huge grin and not much else. Dorian felt the fear and anger which head built leave him and lust take over as he appraised the fine form that was his would be assailant. Jason was 6.2 and 260 pounds of pure unadulterated sex on legs. He worked as a personal trainer at the local gym, putting eight hours in a day to hone his perfect form. Amethyst eyes gazed back cheekily and strong hands trailed down to lightly stroke his biggest (!) asset of them all. Jason turned and headed toward the bedroom. His hard cock twitching Dorian followed…. 

Somewhere in the busy newsroom someone dropped a phone and with a start he came to. There was a wet spot forming in the front of his now too tight jeans. The faded material clung to his erection the outline obvious as he tried to ease the situation. Unfortunately the rough texture of the denim just assisted the friction and before he could be fired for public indecency he left go taking deep breaths. 

Blinking rapidly he looked around and realized that no-one had really noticed. Not surprising he thought. 

No one ever really notices me. 

With another sigh he looked back at his screen, checked the time and started typing. He only had ten minutes to submit his article if he wanted to see it published in next month's edition of the magazine. Patricia Undson did not take kindly to tardiness. Dorian worked for Phallus magazine and despite its dubious title the rag had quite a reputation as the fastest growing Gay man's thinking magazine. It wasn't the article that was bugging Dorian. It was the lack of credibility he felt he had. Dorian Greyling was writing about 'ten things to do to avoid losing one's man' and yet he felt ashamed and incapable for he had never even been able to keep one let alone sustain a long term relationship. 

It hadn't mattered before. There just did not seem as if there was any reason he should be in any sort of relationship. But lately he had begun to feel a bit lonely. It was the times after everyone had been over visiting and laughing and drinking then left for their warm beds that he realized just how alone he truly was. Moving out of his home at 17 and being on his own had taught him self preservation. He had learnt to enjoy his own company with a few men warming his bed for short periods of times over the years. Jason the previous night was such an example. Although the sex was more than satisfying they were just fuck buddies. And Dorian thought that wouldn't last much longer either. He hated Jason invading his space like that. He still hadn't asked how he was ale to get into his flat. Cape Town was not the safest place in the world and Dorian's flat came equipped with a security system. 

He would ask him the next time he decided to drop by. Young, intelligent with a wry sense of humour and a tight ass Dorian was never short of admirers. Standing at 5 feet 10 inches he wasn't of average height. He abhorred gyms frequenting them for the ponies on display rather than health reasons but kept in shape by playing men's hockey, the occasional tennis and yoga once a week. He was mixed race what his fellow countrymen referred to as coloured, which left him with a skin tone the same hue as lightly baked biscuits. However, his most striking feature and which had earned him his moniker Grey were his eyes. Set against his dark skin tone his eyes were particularly striking. Two pools of liquid silver shone in its sockets, the shades ranging from icy to smoky to ashen to stone depending on his temperament. Long dark lashes acted as curtains, framing and sometimes hiding his windows to his soul from others. At 24 Dorian was a catch. But it did not seem as if there was that special someone to catch him should he fall. 

Ten minutes later he received a beep on the companies IM system and a minute later he sent off his article. He prayed he had gotten all the typos. Dorian loved his job although it sometimes seemed as if it ruled his life. Journalism major from Rhodes he had decided to abandon his original pursuit of investigative fair for something more entertaining. And landing a spot on the editorial team at Phallus was a scoop for him. The magazine was not really just for fags, it was targeted at the thinking man which generally meant the gay market. Most articles were supposed to be written for the straight audience but the entire look from its A5 format and glossy pics to photo spreads with homo-erotic themes and issues made it the gay mans bible. Sighing he picked up his battered sling bag and slipped on his All Star sneakers- he always wrote barefoot- and with final check of his email headed home to his lonely existence. Well… to get changed before going out on the prowl. He was lonely but still young, hot and horny. And tonight… tonight he intended on changing the former. 



Grey



Sometimes you just have to write down the silly, ridiculous, blush worthy things that come to mind. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

*

"Look, they got her a little." I leaned forward in my seat. Even though Trixie was a huge dog, the bulls dwarfed her. The single horn on each of their heads was slender, but looked wickedly sharp.

"That's old." Carol whispered, leaning back in her chair. "Hush, and watch." Trixie barked and herded and pushed and nudged at the bulls. I hadn't been excited before, but this was amazing. A small giggle passed my lips, and one of the bulls' huge heads swung around to look at me, it was the leader. It paused, the bellowed, whipping its huge head back around toward Trixie scratching a deep red line into her golden fur. All four of us watching gasped, and chaos ensued. 

The bulls bellowed together and thrashed, throwing Trixie against the stalls walls and doors. She was gored more times and scratched. It was a miracle she wasn't trampled. We all sat stunned. The sounds she made were the worst. I wanted to go grab her but I couldn't move. I could barely follow Trixie's movement with my eyes.

Suddenly Carol stood and did what I wish I could have. She opened the stall and called to Trixie who shot out of the stall like a bullet from a gun. Cliché but true. Trixie went straight to a crate that looked to be made of some sort of reinforced metal bars. I wondered why she would do something like that, but when the bulls tried to follow her I wished I could have fit in the box with her. But somehow Carol managed to keep them inside. She had to be some kind of superhero.

The next moments were a blur. I heard a mix of sounds, and saw a mix of colors, but the next things I was really aware of were Trixie's whimpers next to my cheek and Carol's hand on my shoulder blade. The other two were gone. I didn't mind. I didn't really know them some random cousins of Grey. 

The bulls were quiet; Carol had somehow gotten them into their separate corrals. "You okay?" She asked, I nodded. Trixie licked the fingers I draped through the bars of the crate. "You want to help me with the next bit?" I shrugged and stood. I wiped my hands on my pants. I was a bit dazed. I really hoped Trixie would be okay, but Carol didn't seem too worried.

Carol pulled another large crate from the stall we were sitting in. It held small black and red rocks. She nodded to another crate further back covered with a dark cloth.

"Those are fire iguanas, very poisonous, but they like to help us. They put a leg in the box and release some venom, we put the bull's leg in the box and they get punished. Come on we've got to do it fast or it doesn't work as well."

The iguanas were huge and stocky, but very complacent. One by one thy placed their right front foot into the box then filed back into their crate. It was very uncanny, but then again lots of things about this new life were strange and uncanny, like unicorn bulls, and well, everything else. The worst thing about the iguanas, though, was their eyes, there were almost human, but that wasn't it, it was more than that. There was definitely someone home, and yet they were going to sit in that crate for who knew how long. 

Carol turned to take the box of poison to the bulls and I discretely brushed my hand over the head of the last iguana. It was warm to the touch. On of the warmest and softest things I had ever touched, nothing like the scaly cool skin I had been expecting. So, so soft. I touched my hand to my lips trying to preserve the feeling. Softer than velvet. It was how Haley had described first touching her boyfriends dick. Softer than velvet. I shook my head. Gross. That's how I had ended up at the barn at 7:30 am on a Saturday morning anyway. To avoid Grey's penis. What a douche- what a gorgeous douche. But was he really, a douche, he had been pretty nice to me, and he was so pretty-

"Alex! What are you doing, come here and help me carry!" I turned my head, oops. I stood, my fingers still against my lips, tingling slightly Softer than velvet.

 The tingle didn't fade. In fact it seemed to get stronger. I couldn't seem to sit still at breakfast, I tore my croissant into tiny pieces and picked at the pulp in my orange juice, but worst of all, each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs I somehow brushed against Grey's legs. Each time his eyes would seek mine until he caught them. 

Grey's eyes were his most dangerous features. They were the one that made me most want to give in to temptation. The ones I pictured looking up into as he thrust into me from above, my nails digging into his sweat slicked back as I gasped for breath- wait, what, I'd never thought that before, what was going on? I focused on separating my croissant pieces into layers, then crossed my legs, this time to fidgety and to readjust the suddenly hard flesh between my legs.

"Alex, you seem flushed, are you okay?" I blushed more and eagerly assured my soon to be mother I was quite all right. Carol looked at me suspiciously. I tore another bit of my croissant and pulled my legs under me on my chair. No chance of accidental footsie now.

I made my self eat, and be still. I avoided looks from all at the table and got lost in my thoughts:

Trixie running from the stall, blood dripping through her golden fur.

The bulls with single horns, their horns making their shadows look like fat unicorns. They looked magic, especially at night, everything here seemed magical at night. The rose garden, the bulls, even Grey and all his family, the house, especially when I wandered through waiting for everyone to fall asleep.

Haley. How much I missed her.

Softer than velvet, smoother than silk.

How fast everything had changed

Grey

How bad would it be to give in? To let him- take me, would it hurt? Well I knew it would hurt, how bad would it hurt, would I still be me? 

Would I ever be able to go home?

Would home ever be home again?

Chocolate brown eyes flecked with gold, darkened with lust, no it was love, looking down at me-

That first night, how Grey had lit all those candles, had made up the bed with white silk sheets, the champagne and chocolate. How he knew sour patch kids were my favorite candy and how he had them there in a cut glass bowl on the nightstand. How I had cried. All the names I had called him, how patient he had been with me, how patient he was still being. Four weeks he had slept on the floor, three weeks I had built a pillow wall between us and now, with me slipping in and out of bed when he was asleep, the names I still called him.

How I wanted this to be over.

How afraid I was to give up.

"Alex" I looked up. Everyone had left the table, only Grey and I remained. "I don't want to pressure you, I've tried to be patient-" he looked pained, his pupils were huge. I was still hard. I realized I really, really wanted something inside me. Odd, I'd never felt that way before. Hell a little over three months ago I'd thought I was straighter than a ruler. "But the elders want a date, one before the end of the month."

The feeling faded, I didn't like being scheduled.

"But that's in, like, in 10 days." Articulate as always.

"Yes I know," Of course he knew "But, Alex, it's been months, that's unheard of." he leaned forward across the table.

"But 10 days is really short! I really don't-"

"Alex, I can feel how much you want me, smell it," he blinked "what have you been doing? I've never felt that from you before-" His voice got lower, almost a growl. His hand brushed my knee, I was sitting on my heels and couldn't move, I felt trapped.

"Watching the unicorn bulls," I breathed, completely entranced, "they almost killed Trixie, I think it was my fault." One of my hands slipped to palm my hardness, the other reached for Grey's cheek. I swallowed hard. How was this happening all the sudden, so fast? I had held out for weeks and now over breakfast I suddenly didn't have any control? I didn't even like Grey. I didn't even know him. 

"I want to be ready." I whispered, "but I don't want, I don't want, I don't want people to know when- that I've-" I pause not sure what I am trying to say. "This is like an arranged marriage you know, actually this is exactly what this is. I didn't even know you, then I'm told I was promised- I'm 22, I thought I got to make my own choices you know?" I don't know what I am saying, He knows more about what is going on than I do. I wish I had just gone through with it on the first night. Now that I've waited it's become this big issue around the house, and even in this, whatever it is, secret creepy society, alternative reality whatever. The Kid that Won't Put Out. I bet that will be in the papers when I finally give it up. And that's exactly what I don't want. That why I'm still a fucking virgin. Because I never wanted anyone to know anything about my sex life, solution, don't have one.

I sniffle. Like a little bitch I'm going to cry. Even worse would be if dad could see "his little fag" now. That's what he'd said when I'd been dragged off. When they'd told him about Grey.

"Always knew he'd turn out to b e a fairy. Goodbye little fag." I'd always thought he'd liked me. Never knew he was a homophone either. But then again I'd never thought of myself as gay so, guess I was guess I was clueless on all points.

"Alex are you okay?" God, could I focus for 10 minutes today?

"I guess. Wish I'd let you fuck me first thing's all." I mumbled. I didn't think I could blush any more without passing out, why would I say something like that out loud. When I finally glance up Grey looked pissed. Great. Now what?

"I don't want to do- that- to you. You are to be mine forever. You are a gift. Something special." He stood and left before I could object to being called a gift and being referred to as a 'something'. As days went today was even more fucked than most I had spent in this huge house, and it was still before 10am.

I stood on legs that had long since fallen asleep and trudged to the bathroom to shower.

 The warm water reminded me of the tingle that still spread through y body. I gently stroked my hands down my body to the part of me that wanted their touch the most, it quickly became apparent a gentle touch was not going to be enough. I slicked my fingers with rosemary mint shampoo and slid on into my hole. The cold tingle was startling, but still not quite enough. I groaned in frustration. I knelt on the shower floor not wanting to slip on the suds and be found unconscious in such a compromising position and added a finger, better. I gasped, my hips thrust back against my hand involuntarily, but this forced my hand back too. I needed something sturdier. Someone sturdier. I was almost crying with need. I scraped my thighs with my other hand and tried to inch my finger into my channel to reach my hidden trigger point, but I couldn't I was too tight, the angle was too awkward. I lay on the floor of the shower and sobbed, hips jerking spasmodically, one hand still fisting my shaft the other trying to find that magical button deep inside, nothing would scratch the itch. Slowly the water began to cool. Even a house this large had a limited supply of hot water.

I think I fell asleep, I think because I never would have imagined it would be possible to fall asleep while that uncomfortable, but somehow I found myself waking up freezing. I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a microfiber robe. I shivered and crawled into bed. It smelled like Grey, but I was too tired and cold to care. For the moment the tingle was banished, I hoped I could restart the day on a better note. 

There was something deliciously warm against my cheek, against my chest, brushing against my hair, between my knees. I felt safe and warm, cradled. Rested. I hadn't slept well in weeks and here I was-

My eyes snapped open. Grey. I was sleeping on Grey. Drooling on him too. I tried to discretely wipe my cheek and his shoulder.

"You were shivering." Fuck, he was awake too.

"Mmm" I said, I usually woke suddenly, but Grey didn't have to know that.

"Alex, why were you in the shower for 2 hours?" Fuck, no such luck on the second waking thing.

"Mmm" I said again, and turned over. Unfortunately Grey was not fooled.

"Alex, talk to me. Something's up with you today, are you sick?" I sat up and pushed my hair back from my face, it was time for a cut.

"I think I maybe touched an iguana."

"So?"

"One of Carol's special ones" I added. I couldn't look at him. What sort of idiot touches something they know is poison? This one apparently.

"You think you touched one, or you did?" Great now he sounded concerned. I had hoped for some reassurance that they weren't really that bad for people, just for unicorn cows. Really the whole thing was ridiculous, intelligent magic iguanas, unicorn cows. Really, unicorn cows.

"Well- I petted its head, but just for a sec. And I feel fine now."

"Alex, " I looked away "Alex" he took my chin in his hand and make me look at him, "you really, really should ask Carol what you should do." 

Grey's eyes should have been illegal they were so beautifully perfect. He smelled perfect too. I leaned into his hand.

"Good idea." Grey exhaled. Even his breath smelled perfect. I leaned in more and licked his bottom lip. He tasted- perfect. He gasped and let go of my face. I crawled across his legs to straddle his hips ignoring the fact that I wore only an unbelted robe and he only wore some very brief silk boxers, even better. I had to have more. I sucked his bottom lip, nibbled the corners. I tickled his sides and ground my bare skin against his silk covered length.

Smoother than silk, softer than velvet.

I couldn't wait. I pushed him back against the headboard, he gasped and I licked the roof of his mouth. More perfect. I was filled with urgency. I wanted everything now, worse than the shower. I didn't know if I would survive if he said no. So he couldn't talk. I ground myself harder against him. If felt good, almost too good, but I needed more. I was whimpering half formed please. Grey was saying something as I kissed my way from his mouth to his ear to his neck, but I couldn't listen. I was dripping, I would feel the slick liquid sliding down my thighs, my hole was twitching, I could feel the air trying to get in. I had never wanted something as I wanted Grey inside me now. I felt so open already, like he would slide right in, quiet the tingling. I didn't even really want to cum, I just wanted to be calm.

I kissed my way down Grey's golden chest, down his perfect abs, flexing with every twirl of my tongue, again he was talking, but I was too focused on my goal to pay any attention to his words.

His hands threaded through my hair, sweat making them sticky. He griped hard and some strands came out as I continued toward my prize. If felt perfect. My breathing was harsh, but every labored inhale brought with it the must of Grey's arousal; soon, soon I would be okay.

Grey's boxers were gray. I smiled briefly in my head before I reached for my prize. It was beautiful. Red and angry, throbbing and hot. It was bigger than what I had imagined, a lot bigger than me. I had a sudden flash of fear, what if it broke me? But the need was too great for me to dwell too long, who cared if it did, I would still feel better, and it was beautiful, perfect. 

I licked it. Sweet, and salty, and perfect, and Grey. A chill raced up my spine followed closely by a rush of heat I thought I was going to pass out. It was too much; I took another lick, so perfect. It really was smoother than silk, softer than velvet. But so, so hard. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took it in. I was lost. How could anyone function in society after they had tried this? It was so-

Grey yelled something. Forced my head up, away from him, shook me, made me focus.

Those eyes.

"Alex!" I panted at him. One of his thumbs brushed over my lips, I licked it, almost as perfect as- he shook me again. "Alex! You have to stop!" Stop? I knew that word. I couldn't stop, I had to, I couldn't the itch was still there- tears gathered in my eyes.

"Please, please, please it hurts please I have to let me please" I begged, I reached for him again.

"Alex! This isn't you, you'll hate me!" now Grey looked close to tears. I didn't want him to be sad but I couldn't- I was so close, I had to- I choked on my sobs, when Grey let go of my hair I immediately went back to worshiping the beauty that was his cock. I couldn't let it go. He couldn't pull me away again though he tried. But even as perfect as Grey tasted and felt in my mouth, the tingle still worsened. I lifted my head.

"In me now." I was amazed how calm I sounded. How in control. I didn't feel either, my hips flexed, my thighs trembled, my hole twitched. Grey looked conflicted. "Please" I added.

"I don't have any lube, Christ, Alex you're a virgin, I can't just-" I flipped onto my back and opened my legs.

"I need it, it hurts with you outside, please, please!" Tears were gathering in my eyes again, I was so close, he couldn't say no now. I closed my eyes so the brush of stubble and the smooth wet stroke of tongue on my tightly furled hole were a surprise. I howled. Grey held my hips in a vice grip and licked all around my hole. I thought I was going to die. I imagined I could feel tiny fibers in my hips tearing as I strained against Grey's hands to get closer. Black spots danced in front of my eyes. I would have screamed but I couldn't breathe. My lungs burned with the effort of getting enough air to keep from passing out. When Grey finally entered me with his tongue my whole body bowed off the bed. My nails were broken and bleeding from clawing at the bed and headboard but the sting was lost in the need to have Grey in me.

"Now, now, now!" I chanted with each labored exhalation, and finally, finally Grey crawled over me and sank down onto elbows looking into my eyes. 

"A precious gift," he whispered, and kissed me. One hand disappeared to guide his formidable member into me but the other stroked my sweat soaked hair from my face. "Relax sweet Alex," he whispered, "breathe out" when I did the head slipped in and every muscle in my body seized up. Dear God it hurt. Tears streamed from my face, but I already felt calmer. When I could breathe I realized it was a good hurt and deep, deep stretch, but nothing was damaged. I opened my eyes and saw Grey had tears in his own beautiful, perfect eyes.

"I promised myself I wouldn't hurt you." He whispered when he saw the question in mine. He trembled but did nothing to hide his tears from me. Already the burn was fading. I brushed water away from his cheeks leaving a steak of my blood on his cheek.

"It was worse before, this is relief," a strange emotion flashed through his liquid eyes, but it was gone before I could identify it.

I wiggled a bit, it still hurt, but the tingle was worse than the pain.

"Deeper please." Grey obliged me. It felt like he was pushing my hips out of joint and my organs out my mouth, but it was the most perfect feeling in the world. When he whispered he was all the way in, I felt like the most treasured thing in the whole world, so intense was the admiration in his voice.

"No one has ever done that for me before," he whispered.

"Me either," I whispered back. He laughed and I blushed when I realized what I had said. I always sounded more stupid out loud than I did in my head. Why was that?

"I never want to leave your body," Grey added, still whispering, I nodded. It felt too perfect for more words. Why had I waited 22 years for this?

Grey began to rock gently back and forth, cradling my head and back in his huge hands. It would have been soothing if it hadn't been the most stimulating, intense thing I had ever felt. Every time he shifted he brushed every sensitive part inside and outside of me, sending sparks of pleasure all over my body. It was too intense to feel good really, but all the same I wouldn't have traded it for the world.




Grey



I came suddenly. I had forgotten completely about orgasms. I was feeling safe and perfect and completely over stimulated and suddenly liquid heat broke over my me and drenched me, leaving our chest dotted with streams of my cum. My orgasm lasted longer than any other I had experienced, and longer than my ejaculation, long after the streams of liquid stopped muscles in my whole body contracted in slow waves leaving me breathless and exhausted. 

I lay against the pillows, completely limp and sated as Grey's thrusts became erratic and he flooded me. The warm torrent caused one more long drawn out spasm in my channel, leaving me completely unable to move. Grey sighed contentedly and rolled so I sprawled across his chest, still connected. I embarrassed myself yet again by breaking into sobs. Grey hummed and petted my hair. For the third time I fell asleep to begin the day anew.

"I thought you might be hungry," the noodles and veggies on the tray looked and smelled delicious. I'd eaten half before I'd stopped to think. Oh my God. What had I done? 

"Grey-" I began.

"Alex there's nothing to be-

"Grey I was screaming! Everyone will have heard!" Never mind what I had done, oh my God, how was I supposed to eat when I'd had Grey's- well- in my mouth. I looked down at the noodles; they suddenly didn't seem as good. I became aware of the wicked assortment of ached and pains. And worst of all the dull tickle deep inside-

"Alex, really they understand, its and natural part of life. They will be happy for us-" I scrambled out of bed, my hips hurt, really hurt really hurt, almost as much as- I could feel my cheeks flaming. Flaming. I banged open the closet. The Closet. Where was my mind going? I couldn't go in there, it was too late. I felt a hysterical giggle building in my throat.

I felt a trickle down my leg, milky white, just a bit viscous- ew, ew, ew. I stood as still as I could and clenched my cheeks together as hard as I could. Damn that hurt. Everything hurt.

"Alex?" Grey sounded hurt. Well I hurt. I had to find some fucking clothes. I pulled on some blue boxers that probably weren't mine and some jeans, but I couldn't do the zipper with my destroyed fingernails. Why had he let me do that to myself? I threw them down and suppressed and shriek. Now was not the time for a temper tantrum. I grabbed some sweats and a tee and stomped out of the room. Time to find Carol. Maybe she could find some way to fix this.



Grey Ch. 02



Stormy rain clouds were forming over the humid city as Dorian descended on the cultural hotspot that is Durban, South Africa. Rubbing his eyes furiously and trying to eliminate the headache that would not go away since that fateful call a few hours ago, Dorian heaved a huge sigh of relief as the plane touched down and taxied to a stop. Releasing his seatbelt he glanced over and for the umpteenth time on the two hour flight his eyes met the midnight blue counterparts of the guy in seat 3A. Normally Dorian would have delighted at such attention, perhaps renew his membership to the mile high club but in this instance he was just tired and weary. He was also worried. But more so he was angry; angry that he was worried, angry that he got the call, and angry that he had traveled at the drop of a hat over 6 000km which meant he must care. But how could he care? He stopped caring 5 years ago hadn't he? 

As he exited the passenger terminal he immediately noticed the smartly dressed man with a board with his name upon it. "That was fast", he thought. Trust her to know everything. 


Doing his best to avoid the chauffer he pulled down his knit cap further over his unruly mop of curls and tried to steer away before the Driver called out. 

"Sir! Mr. Greyling! Good to see you again sir," He said. Dorian stopped and turned around sheepishly. He felt bad at attempting to avoid his mother's driver but you can't hurt a guy for trying right? 

He headed toward the driver and made pleasantries. Godwin was not making a move to leave though and Dorian was getting impatient so he moved along but before getting too far Godwin stated that he was awaiting one more passenger before driving home. Home!! Dorian said it was okay, he would just use a rental and would be staying at a hotel anyway but Godwin yet again insisted, saying that he was expected. Dorian did not want to cause Godwin any more stress. The man had been good to him during his teens helping him when few were willing to do the same. So he acquiesced but seethed on the inside as he waited for the delayed idiot to walk through the doors. He did not have to wait long. A few minutes later the tall, handsome, would-be fellow mile high club member strode confidently over to Godwin and shook his hand firmly. Before Dorian had time to recover he was introduced to Conrad Olivier. Shaking hands they left for the car. 

The ride in the car was silent. Dorian wondered who the sexy stranger could be but nothing further was said except the introduction of each other. As they sat in the back of the Mercedes barely two feet apart Dorian found his senses filling with the scent of Mr. Olivier. "Who could he possibly be", he wondered. Five years was a long time but his parents never really changed the help. As he continued his investigation in his mind the car came to a stop signaling the end of the journey. 

Dorian took a deep breath and raised his eyes to the large structure that was his former home. In the dark the 5 bed roomed house looked threatening. "Apt", he thought as memories of his last few weeks here came flooding back to him. He did not move; he could not move. His silent companion exited the vehicle and stepped out expectantly. Dorian remained where he was. Godwin held the door... "Sir?" "I've told you a million freaking times not to call me that Godwin. Sir is the bastard your call your boss. My name is DORIAN, I'm sure you haven't heard it been uttered for the last few years but it hasn't changed. Please take me to my hotel. Now." 

"But Sir."

"Was not a request Godwin. If she wants to see me then she can come to me. Period."

The long suffering family chauffer apologized to the stunned blue eyed stranger and got back into the luxury car. Before pulling off he had to ask. 

"Are you sure S...Dorian? Do you think it's the best time to behaving like this?"

"Just drive Godwin... Please." 

Half an hour later he was checked in and lying awake in bed. It was by now three in the morning and he was horny. His encounter with the blonde some hours earlier had left him wanting. But more so he found his thoughts shifting to the dark blue eyed stranger and the possibilities that they could have had. He lay there naked, fingers playing with his hardened nipples and hand trailing over his abdomen lightly stroking the smooth skin. He closed his eyes and sighed. In his mind he played out a scene which in his opinion could have been had he not been preoccupied.

When Dorian had first abandoned his blonde twink and headed to the airport after packing his designer bags he had just the slightest regret at leaving such a hot ass. But he's worries had gotten the better of him, the voice on the end of the call had been strained, hinted at ultimate panic and when the reason explained for such a random call emerged Dorian understood why. Instantly his heart tightened then threatened to leap from his chest as the panic pounded in his ears. He had rushed to the airport and boarded the first plane he could. Only when seated and the plane began to take off did he start having second thoughts about going back. But She would no have called were it not important and he could not stay away. 

Dorian shifted in his bed. He did not need these memories now. Deliberately trying to focus on more pleasant dreams he remembered the stranger. It was whilst the first drinks were being served, Vodka and tonic, that Dorian had first felt those intense pools on himself. Looking up he had caught the smoldering stare from Him. Dorian smiled and the man turned away, embarrassed at having been caught at obviously staring. 

His fantasies continued with those lips and eyes the main attraction. Dorian dismissed it as yet another closet case. In his dream his hard-on had still began to form. Blood was traveling south thickening his hardening cock. He looked up again and this time the strangers eyes were upon his cock. The stranger, who Dorian would learn later was Conrad, licked his lips invitingly before shifting uncomfortably in his seat and turning away. Dorian did not like games and he hated teases. Standing up he started walking to the back of the darkened plane catching Conrad's eye and continued walking. When he reached the loo he unbuckled his pants, dropped his tiny briefs and leaned back on the sink, waiting. 

A few moments later there was a soft knock followed by Conrad entering quickly and turning around in the small space to be confronted by Dorian's nine inch monster. His jaw dropped and before he could have second thoughts Dorian began to bark out orders. "Don't just stand there gaping all day. I'm not gonna cum by you just looking at it. Get on your knees and blow me like the bitch you are! Now!"

Conrad sank to his knees. He was a bigger man, much bigger than Dorian and yet he was the submissive one in this encounter. He was thrilled. He felt dirty but extremely aroused. No-one had ever spoken to him like that. No-one would ever dare to. 

He opened his mouth wide, stretching to accommodate Dorian's girth then slowly closed his mouth over his member, the warmth of his orifice making Dorian's knees buck. Slowly he sank to the root until the head hit the back of his mouth and the tip slipped painfully into his throat. He gulped a few times before releasing and moving back up swirling his tongue as he did so. He slurped at the head nipping slightly with his teeth and then repeating the process again and again until Dorian wanted to burst, feeding the sexy stranger with his tangy flavor. 



Dorian fantasized about picking him up by the hair, tugging roughly on the thick silky strands so that he would not come. Looking into those navy pools of lust he turned the stranger around and with no forethought slammed his thick, steel shaft into the welcoming hole. It took just a few thrusts in his dream and even less in reality when Dorian spilled copious amounts of his seed onto his stomach and messed the sheets around him. 

Shit he thought. Who was that guy? He grabbed some tissues from the night stand next to bed, wiped himself off and promptly fell asleep. Tomorrow he would face everyone head on. Tomorrow he would have to confront the very things he had been running away from for the pat five years. Tomorrow he would see HIM. Dorian felt a sense of relief, a sense of having come full circle, a sense of being strong enough to face his demons. But more than that he felt scared. Shit scared. 

***

The next morning was a rainy one. Dorian thought it reflected his mood. Dorian was on edge, anxious over what may occur today. But he also knew that he was needed and had it not been for... no he could not think of that but he was the only reason Dorian had come back. After a breakfast of just orange juice he went downstairs to the hotel reception and enquiring after the manager found out that a set of car keys had been left for him there. He didn't even bother to look surprised. Yet another thing about his family. Any control they could exert- but he was grateful for the convenience. It was only for a few days he reasoned, just until D... no he would not think of that. 

Driving around the city and getting worked up over the idiots behind the wheel Dorian found himself happy with the fact he had left this Godforsaken city. And its inhabitants. Finally after deciding he had delayed long enough he headed over to the Medical Centre and to the ICU ward. Upon arriving he noticed a group of people gathered in the waiting lounge. As he approached a silence descended but he kept on walking coming to a complete stop in the centre of the room. Dorian was his mother's child and like her he liked a bit of drama. Today they were in for a treat. 

"Wow, an auction going down today or all the stores closed? Surprised to see you here Marriette."

Cold slate eyes looked back at him from beneath long dark black lashes. The pale skin which looked even more sallow in pretend grief just enhanced the glint with which those eyes met Dorian's more stormy grey. 

"Always a drama (pause) queen. Spare me the theatrics please. Your brother is dying and you want to make this about you." Mariette sighed. Her voice was light, lilting but at the same time the tone was hard, dismissive as only she can. 

"I did not call myself. Obviously someone wanted me to be here. So here I am. Interested to know the real reason why though...,"retorted Dorian.

Before the little confrontation of a reunion could continue a harassed looking man in a pristine white coat came hurrying in and stopped mid stride, head scratch at the spectacle before him. Dorian could understand the man's intimidated feeling. He looked around and saw what he saw. There were five other people standing in the room. Three were family, one an old family friend and him- the stranger. 

Duncan Greyling was a tall imposing man in his late fifties. He had met Mariette in the late seventies and despite their race and class difference had fallen in love and stood the test of time. They had triplets some years later, two boys Dorian and Darren and a girl Danika. Danika now stood by her parents, hate seeping through every pore whilst Conrad Olivier looked out the window pretending not to be there. The final man in the room was the family attorney and Duncan's best friend of thirty years Braam Van Staden. The reason everyone was here? Darren lay in a coma fighting for his life with the help of machines. The reason Dorian was here? He, along with Danika, had the power to pull the plug. 

*** 

Six pairs of eyes stared at the doctor, three of those pairs reflected similar irritation. The doctor took a deep breath before bravely continuing. He had just walked in to what he could tell was an as yet uncompleted argument. Pushing his thoughts and the shock of seeing his patient's replica in the room aside, he began. 

Dorian listened attentively, trying to glean as much information as he could. He did not know much, had not seen his family in over five years, just that he's brother was dying, struggling to live and that he was here to supposedly "help end his suffering". Dorian did not trust his parents. He wanted to know if this was true. According to the doctor, Darren was suffering from renal and respiratory failure and had had an acute heart attack which had finally put him in the coma. He was on a cocktail of drugs and a ventilator machine to keep him going and brain activity was limited.

"But there is some brain activity?" Dorian asked. 

"It's limited. I know what you're thinking but in my opinion that's not your brother lying there. It's a ghost of the person he once was." 

"What do you recommend Doctor?" This, a gruff mumble from Duncan, was the first words Dorian had heard him utter the entire time. No-one, barring that brief exchange with his mom earlier, had spoken a word to him since arriving. Not verbally at least. His sister Danika's silver slits screamed volumes though. 

The doctor, Jansen was his name, shook his head, exchanged a look with Duncan, who in turn looked at Dorian. Dr. Jansen then left the room. 

"Its time to be useful boy. You owe your brother that much." 

"I owe no-one anything. What am I doing here exactly Duncan?" 

With this the attorney stepped in. Clearing his throat Braam said "It's good to see you Dorian. Heard great things were happening to you." Dorian ignored him locked in a stare down with the large coffee coloured man before him. They were similar in so many ways yet different in many more. Dorian looked like a dark version of the witch that was his mom, but had the lips, build and stubbornness of his father. So did the rest of his siblings. 

The attorney stepped in yet again. "Dorian according to papers found Darren has listed you and Danika as next of Kin and in the event of such a situation he's asked that you both agree to pull the plug. It has to be you and Danika, any other way is not acceptable." 

Finally Dorian dragged his eyes away from the nutmeg colored of his dad and addressed his godfather. "Are you sure? Why? We were never that close. Even before... Does he think this is some sort of retribution for he's part in what you guys did to me? Taking his life will make up for ruining mine?!"

"Enough!!!!" whispered Mariette harshly, "Why do you always have to mention your lies?!!! Are you that heartless?"

"My heart is beating fine. Has been stronger since leaving you. Do you remember what that feels like? To be moved Ice Queen? When last has anything melted you?" Dorian shot back.

"Your brother was irrational, in pain, he was clearly not thinking straight. If he were in the right frame of mind, he would certainly have never given you this right." Mariette's voice rose higher in pitch.

"Well, he has. You have no control over this Mariette, so deal with it." Taking a deep breath "If you would excuse me", he said addressing Braam and Conrad, I would like to see my... I would like to see the patient." With that he turned on his heel and left. Maybe he was a drama queen after all. 



***

Dorian pushed the door quietly into the room. His brother lay on the bed looking frail. Dorian stared at the person lying there. He saw a thinner, much paler version of himself the breathing labored and punctuated by the rise and fall of the ventilator. 

Dorian walked forwards, squaring his shoulders and swallowing back the burning is throat. He blinked repeatedly trying to stop the welling of tears forming on the frames to his soul's windows. He could not believe that his mirror image of a brother was lying there so helplessly. He wondered if he could do it. If he could pull the plug. They had never even discussed the possibility of such a thing. They used to be close when they were younger but that had changed, They barley spoke in his teens yet his brother would entrust such a responsibility on him. 

"Why?" he whispered. He reached over and gently clutched Darren's hand the cold shocking him. "I'm sorry I left you Darren. I had no choice, you know I couldn't stay. I know it's not your fault and that you were just following Dani's shit but I'm over that. But why would you do this? To drive me crazy even in death? You know this hurts me seeing you lying like this. What do you want Darren? Should I agree with them? Would that make you happy? Will it?" Dorian sighed and dropped his head to the bed, his tears now flowing freely. All of a sudden the machines started going crazy. Beeps were going and before Dorian knew what was happening, a medical crew came rushing in and he was forced out of the room. He stood there, just outside the door looking at his brother dying. For one brief moment he wished Darren would succumb so he's pain would end. No, so he wouldn't have to make that decision. 

The crew managed to get him stable again and Dorian turned to look at his family gathered beside him. He could feel the hostility emanating from each one in an oppressing wave. He turned and walked away. 

He was just unlocking the luxury car when he heard his name being called. Without even bother to look around he kept walking. He needed to get away from this place as soon as possible, head back to Cape Town, to his friends, his things. Away from the past. He promised to never return and one broken promise was more than enough. Dorian was headstrong and loyal; he never went back on his promises. But he kept walking; as he reached the door handle another larger, warmer hand stopped him. Dorian first looked down at the lightly tanned hand that contrasted with his darker one and followed the light trail of dark hair along a strong muscular arm before his eyes continued its journey up and locked with the blue orbs of him. Conrad.

"What do you want? Who are you exactly? Messenger boy? Leave me the fuck alone, I don't need to hear anything you have to say. Whatever it is you can tell those bigoted, fucked up, spoiled, hypocritical, fag hating bastards..." 

Dorian was cut off from his rant in the most astonishing way- to him at least. Conrad had just grabbed his face and before he really got into his rant his mouth was being crushed in a breath depriving kiss. Dorian resisted at first and opened his mouth to suck in some air and protest but Conrad took that opportunity to slip his tongue in. Dorian melted. The soft lips were sweet and Conrad was doing things with his tongue that was driving him crazy. Oh God he wanted this. He gave in completely and with one hand clutching at Conrad's midnight hair and the other sneaking down to grab a handful of bubble-but heaven he pulled him closer. Deepening the kiss if that were even possible. They continued for several seconds before both breaking apart but just barely. Dorian stepped back completely when he felt Conrad's obvious delight poking against his hip. He was no marshmallow down there either. He looked at Conrad who was panting as hard as him.

Without another word he opened the door and got in. He started the ignition and looked back out across the window. Conrad was till standing there looking at him. His expression had changed from one of intense hunger to what seemed like panic. Dorian gave him a once over and before his brain decided to kick in he let his other head talk for him.

"Are you going to stand there all day or are you gonna get the fuck in?" Conrad glided in to the passenger seat quickly and before he had time to buckle in Dorian was doing what he always did best. Run away. 

**

Dorian slammed Conrad hard up against the door of hit hotel suite. They had just barley made it in the door before they started attacking each other hungrily, mouths and hands running all over each other, searching for dominance or submission, for release. The journey over had been fast and silent. Dorian was a bit preoccupied with the events of the hospital and he assumes Conrad was too. But once getting into the elevator and locking eyes with him once more he felt himself immediate harden again. Not that he ever went soft. He bit hungrily at Conrad's neck while he unbuckled his pants. Conrad was ding the same and shoved down Dorian's tight with Calvin's along with is jeans. 




Grey Ch. 02



I hadn't planned on adding to this story, but people asked for an ending, I was surprised but happy to attempt one. I hope you like it. Any feedback is welcome, I want to become a better writer!



Carol was not in the barn. Neither was she in the garden, or the main sitting room. As I wandered through the house searching, I found myself noticing how beautiful it was. I had been there long enough to explore, but I had spent my time sulking. That and avoiding Grey with all my energy. As broken as I felt, I also felt free. There was nothing else for me to lose. There were no dates I could be late for, no elders breathing down my neck. The more time passed the calmer I felt, even with the itch growing with every passing moment. I found I wasn't even upset with Grey. Or even really with myself. I had made a mistake. It was my fault so why should I be upset with him; he had only done what I had asked. As for myself, there was nothing I could do about it now, so why worry.

I finally found Carol in one of the sun filled reading nooks. She looked so engrossed in her book I hated to disturb her, but all too soon the itch forced me to speak.

"Hi, I hate to bother you." Carol looked up at me slowly; she didn't look at all surprised to see me.

"I wondered when you would come find me." I was the one who was surprised.

"Why- how did you-"

"How did I know you touched one of my iguanas? Because, Alex, moments after you stopped behaving like yourself. I was unsure until breakfast, but there it was obvious. I would be surprised if anyone didn't notice the looks you were giving Grey." I blushed. This is what I didn't want. People to know. I knew Carol wouldn't tell, but if she had noticed, more people were bound to.

"I couldn't- I mean I didn't mean to touch it, I just did, just a bit!" I couldn't organize my thoughts but I knew I didn't want her to disapprove of me, but the look in her eyes suggested it was a bit too late.

"I questioned the intelligence of taking you with me from the very beginning. I thought I hadn't done well, then you proved me right. I'm just lucky it was just a little touch. Though with the control you didn't show, I'm surprised you are standing here now- with all your clothes on." I blushed harder. I felt a bit dizzy. The combination of embarrassment and uneven blood flow making me sway on my feet.

"It wasn't too bad. I mean I can control myself." Well now I could; who knew how long it would last.

Carol looked pointedly at my hand, the nails still a bit bloody. Then her eyes lifted to my neck and the marks that were sure to stand out on my pale skin.

"Oh really?" Carol had always been blunt, but she was usually nice to me. I had really disappointed her. My one supporter had disappeared.

"Will you just tell me how to make it go away?" I knew if it took much longer I might cry, or worse, run back to Grey. For a long moment Carol didn't answer. I was about to give up and find some corner to cry in until the itch got too bad to bear when she again looked up from her book.

"If I tell you, you have to promise to listen better in the future. There are things here that are much more dangerous than fire iguanas." I nodded eagerly. 

"You will probably need Grey's help." I frowned and began to ask for another way, but never got that far. "You need someone familiar with the land and plants, you could ask someone else, but do you really want to explain your situation?" That was a good point, but why couldn't she help me? The frown remained.

"Alex, all I have done is do you favors. I have given you excuse after excuse and all you have done is take, and ignore what I tell you. This is the last thing I am going to do until you earn some more trust. You do have to return favors to get more here. Maybe where you come from you get things for nothing. But that is going to change." I nodded. She had a point. Even if I didn't like it.

"Come back with Grey, I don't trust you to remember my instructions." My blush returned with a vengeance. How was I supposed to talk to him after all I had said- done? How could I ask for help after running away? "I won't wait for you all day, so you might want to get going." Well I had to get this fixed. No one had died of humiliation as far as I knew.

**

Grey was still sitting on the bed, looking at his hands. Less time had passed than I though. I closed the door as quietly as I could, but it didn't seem to matter, Grey didn't respond, even when I called his name.

"Grey!" I asked again and again. There was never any response. Finally I gathered enough courage to tap him on the shoulder. He jumped and stared at me like I was a ghost.

"I- umm, need your help." I couldn't hold his gaze for long, especially because the itch was becoming a tickle, and he smelled so good. I couldn't resist leaning closer. Each breath made the tingle worse. Making it back to Carol and following her instructions with the steady increase of feeling was not going to be fun.

"You don't hate me?" I shook my head at Grey's question.

"Nope, I don't even hate myself, not anymore. I think, well- I think that it was just what I needed." I blushed harder. My blood must be getting a workout, traveling from below the belt to my face so many times. It was surprising I hadn't passed out yet. 

"Really?" Grey sounded so unsure. I felt bad. I really had been a dick. 

"Yah, and I actually wouldn't mind doing it again." I sank to my knees before him and looked up through my eyelashes. I watched as if from far away as I leaned in for a kiss. I would never do something so bold, and yet that was what I was doing. 

As out of character as it was I kind of liked it. I felt free, who knew inhibitions were so restricting. 

Grey kissed back, but gently- like I would run away. I couldn't blame him but I wanted more. Carol could just wait a little longer. 

Finally Grey pulled my shirt over my head, I hissed as my shoulder muscles stretched. I was sore everywhere. He paused but I slid my fingers under his shirt, careful to touch only with the pads of my fingers. Grey finally got the message. He slid from the bed to kneel with me. 

This time there was no frantic grabbing. The itch was still there, but it seemed content for us to take our time. I wondered for a moment if maybe this was Carol's plan, but that thought didn't last long. 

Grey began kissing down my neck; he was taller than me so soon he was pushing me back, my back arched, testing the flexibility between my vertebrae. It felt amazing, the stretch and Grey slowly tasting every inch of my skin. His lips on my nipples left me gasping, but it was only a brief touch, soon he was moving on: to dip his tongue in my bellybutton, to nibble my hipbones. I found myself holding my breath, silently begging him to go farther.

After an eternity Grey began to pull the soft fabric of my pants down, slowly, so slowly, so I could feel each thread brushing my skin. When I thought I would go insane with impatient want he flipped out positions and placed me on the bed. I looked down at his flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. He looked more perfect than anything I had ever seen. There was nothing I would change if I had that power. We stared at each other, admiring our effect on the other. The very idea that I could cause such a reaction in another person was amazing to me, that someone as perfect as Grey would want me, lust after me, and like me- because there was more than lust in his gaze- completely floored me.

I was lost in his eyes, the beauty and the curiosity. Suddenly I wanted to know everything about him. Not just his history, but also his every thought feeling. I wanted to look into his mind, find what drew him to me, what made him put up with me, what put that look in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered, startling me from my adoration. "Always, but especially now. I could never claim you as mine, you are so much more." How was he making sentences? I tried to come up with a response, but couldn't, I decided a kiss would have to do.

It went on forever, and I wished it could continue forever, but the itch was getting continually worse, and it wouldn't be satisfied with kisses. I wouldn't be satisfied with kisses. I pulled my lips away from Grey's and looked into eyes hazy with lust.

"I need more." I whispered.

"Anything" He answered and pushed me back. He pulled away, and I was inhaling to protest when he stood to remove his pants, anything I was going to say was lost in the glory of his body. I had never been too impressed with any renaissance statue, he reminded me of one-but he was so much better, so flushed, so alive. I opened my legs and arms sighing when he settled into me, I relished every inch of his skin against mine. Yet still it wasn't enough.

"In me." I whispered clinging to his beautiful shoulders and arching to feel the full length of him more fully against me. 

"Aren't you sore?" I nodded

"I don't care, I need you- please!" I still didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to. One of Grey's hands drifted from my hip to slip between my legs, I arched further to give him room. The first touch had me gasping, in pain, yes, but so much pleasure. It was made even sweeter by the pain. Grey smiled down as he slipped a finger inside. I smiled back. As much as I needed him my mind was still clear. This was how I wished the first time had been. 

Grey pulled away again, I watched with wide eyes as he pulled open a drawer and came back with a small bottle of oil. 

"This time there doesn't need to be pain." I nodded and pulled him back to me. He took one of my hands in his free one and kissed the tips of my fingers. "Be gentile with yourself." Any other time I would have blushed, but my blood was otherwise occupied. I only nodded.

Grey took his time spreading the oil, on himself and inside and outside of me. It was the most delicious feeling. It was smoother than any oil I had ever felt, and smelled almost as amazing as Grey. I tried to make a mental note to ask what it was, but that was the moment Grey began to push inside.

It hurt more than I expected, but also felt better than anything. Grey looked down at me and we locked eyes. It was the closest I had ever felt with anyone, I felt like nothing this perfect could be real. I wrapped my legs around him and tucked my face into his neck. The connection was too much. I didn't want to move, ever. I just wanted to feel Grey around me, inside me, forever. He murmured in my ear, not words but reassurance all the same. I could feel him trembling, his hips fighting not to flex, to push inside me. I kissed his neck and forced myself to relax.

The first full thrust took my breath, the next made me scream. I tried to be quieter with the next, but I couldn't keep the sensation in my mind, each time the perfection of it surprised me. Grey's hands moved to support me, one behind my head and one behind my hips, lifting them to the perfect angle. He pressed kisses to my face, never in the same place. I never wanted it to end. 

All too soon the blinding pleasure began to change, to grow. I opened eyes I didn't remember closing to see Grey looking down at me. I guessed I he had never stopped watching.

"It's okay to let go." He said in my ear, then took my lips in a kiss quieting the whimper I let out as my orgasm began. It was too much to suffer alone. Luckily I took Grey with me. I was only dimly aware of his rhythm faltering as the world disappeared.

I was aware of nothing but sensation for a long time. The first thing that made is into my mind was the feeling of Grey still inside me, rocking gently. Then I became aware of the violent spasms that still rocked my body. I opened my eyes slowly, and found Grey's had finally closed. His lashed brushed his cheeks so gently; I didn't want them to move. I wanted to feel them against my face. But all too soon he opened his eyes.

"You okay?" He asked still whispering. His voice was slightly horse, I wondered if he had been as loud as I was. I nodded. Finally as the shakes faded, he stopped moving. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and flipped onto his back. The movement sent one last shiver of pleasure through my body. If there was any more I was sure I wouldn't survive it. 

There was no need for words. We rested, feeling each other's heartbeats begin to slow until we slipped into sleep.

**

I woke surrounded by the smell of Grey. My eyes opened slowly and I catalogued the aches settling into my muscles. I listened to the sound of Grey's breath in my ear when finally I remembered.

"Oh god!" Grey was awake in a moment. I strained my neck to look at him. "How long did we sleep? We have to find Carol." Grey didn't know how long it had been, so we forced ourselves to get up. We didn't bother cleaning up, just pulled our clothes over our sweaty skin. I tried not to think of what else was drying under the soft cotton. I might have been more relaxed than before. But I still didn't want to think too closely about the ache and wetness between my legs.

We hurried as quickly as we could to the alcove I had found Carol in, luckily she was still there. 

"Well, it took you long enough." She spoke without looking up from her book. 

"Sorry" 

"Well I guess you were busy. I retain that your self control is not the best." I blushed. Grey took my hand.

"I don't mind." He murmured in my ear. My blush darkened.

"I suppose you want to know what you need to do to get rid of the poison." I nodded. Wasn't that obvious?

"First you need to find the blossom from a natural magnolia...." The list went on. The ingredients seemingly normal, but the combination strange. When we had heard all the instructions I looked up at Grey, he looked uneasy.

"What?" I was getting impatient. Apparently sex didn't fix all my faults.

"How long do we have to finish this?" He asked Carol. I was slightly upset he had ignored me, but it seemed to be the right question.

"It is best if the cure is given within 24 hours." I blinked. How long had it been?

"And if it is not?" Grey continued.

"Well, it just works less, there might be some lingering effects." I couldn't live with this forever, we would have to hurry.

"Well, we better go then." Grey tugged my hand. I fully agreed, but I did call out a thank you to Carol. I had a feeling I needed to remain on her good side.

I started mixing the dried ingredients in a huge mortar and pestle and Grey went to get the fresh ones. I felt much more comfortable mixing things that were labeled, and I had no idea where things were in the massive garden behind the house. 

It took almost two hours to assemble the ingredients. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long to assemble them, the mixture was supposed to sit for 6 hours after finishing and it was already dark outside. It had been very early morning when I had first touched the iguana, and time seemed to pass differently here. It seemed like days ago that I had been in the barn watching Trixie fight with the bulls. It had been a long day, but all in all a good one. I smiled at Grey who was just coming inside with an armful of vines, leaves, and blossoms. 

"I really hope this cure doesn't make you hate me again." He said seeing my expression, my smile didn't falter.

"I never hated you. I was just really scared, and well I've done what I was scared of. So what's there to loose?" Grey didn't return my smile, his expression told me he thought there was plenty to lose. 

Working with Grey to assemble the mixture was almost fun. We worked mostly in silence. There was so much I wanted to learn about him, but we had a lifetime to figure that out. I had time to get my words straight in my mind. So much had changed, and I hadn't begun to think through it all. 

When they were almost done Grey began to hum. It sounded like a lullaby, it was unbelievably sweet. And time seemed to slow. 

"There are so many things I want to share with you." Grey stopped his tune suddenly. He stopped mixing to look right at me. "So many places I want to show you, songs I want to sing to you. I hadn't let myself hope. After that first night I gave up on ever having the little things with you. I knew you would have to come around a bit. But just now I realize, all those things are possible." He let out a laugh. It was the happiest sound I could imagine. "Now, suddenly, I can plan the next week, next year- it feels amazing." And here, mixing up the seemingly random items next to Grey, I too could imagine it. 

**

The calm could only last for so long. Just as I began sifting some sort of flour over a mix of honeysuckle nectar the door opened. In swept Grey's mother. I could feel the calm sliding away the moment I saw her face. Immediately all the things I had hoped no one would ever hear about me came sliding into my mind. I wished we had showered. Maybe she could smell- maybe she could see- my nails were in plain sight. I felt nauseous, my skin crawled. I was suddenly aware of a faint itch inside. Blood rushed to my cheeks. My hands began to shake. 

"You look so guilty, what have you done now?" Her voice wasn't angry, but it was patronizing. For someone who had picked me and pulled me from my past life she didn't seem to like me too much. 

"I- I haven't, I just. I didn't think." I couldn't think. "I just, we were making, I didn't think it would make such-" It was becoming hard to breathe. Grey put a steadying hand behind my back. It didn't help much. I put down the shifter and held onto the counter to stop the shaking.

"Nothing mom, he didn't do anything wrong." I shook harder, I knew it was a lie, Carol was right. I had trouble following rules and I had broken one, an important one. I was using her kitchen without asking. I was a guest and I was messing everything up. I had ignored all the protocols and rituals I was supposed to do since I had arrived. I had disrespected the elders.

"I'm so sorry!" The words came out without my permission. "I am so, so sorry, I will make it up! I'll replace everything- I'll wash the sheets-" The though of laundry brought me back to what lay under my clothes. I swayed.

"Shh." Both Grey and his mother hushed me. I stopped talking and waited to hear my punishment. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you." His mother spoke softly, as if to a spooked animal. "I should have known to be more gently, it has been quite a day for you hasn't it." She knew. She knew it all. Visions of everything I had done floated through my mind. She knew it all. Grey nudged me with his hip. 

"Don't make what we did dirty. Nothing we did was unnatural, or even that wild." He whispered in my ear. But it was so dirty, even the things I had said made me cringe.

"Oh little one, remember I have children, you do know where they come from right?" Patronizing again, still I nodded. Still, I didn't have kids. And I still didn't want everyone to know that I was no longer a virgin. Especially not anyone's mother. 

"I just came to see if you needed any help. Carol said it could be a difficult recipe." Grey answered and as they talked I began to calm down. I had survived the second person, but the idea of facing anyone else still made my heart drop. Breakfast was bound to be torture. Wait...

"Why am I not hungry?" I interrupted whatever Grey had been saying. "I haven't really eaten since breakfast, and I didn't eat much then." Both Grey and his mother looked at me warily. I didn't think I would like the answer. My cheeks began to warm in preparation. "What is it?" Maybe if I was prepared for the worst-

"Well, if you feed other hungers-" Grey began, but didn't exercise burn calories, wasn't sex supposed to make you hungry. Even my thoughts were embarrassing.

"That doesn't make sense." 

"Some types of bindings create energy-" Grey's mother began, "The sharing of- certain fluids-" Dear god let her stop. I didn't want to learn the answer. I began smashing the plants in the bowl very vigorously. Maybe if I didn't look at her she wouldn't continue. No such luck. "The bond itself created energy, the emotional connection, which is also magnified by the iguana's poison with the sexual energy. But also the basic exchange of semen, blood, and saliva can create energy- almost as strong as a spell, but as the energy is undirected, it usually filters back into the- participants." I wanted to stop listening, but I couldn't. Grey's hand on my back wasn't helping; it burned into my skin, reminding me how he had supported my back, my hips. My face must be the color of beetroots. Maybe she was close to finishing her explanations- "Also significant events, especially emotional ones, create energy, like conceiving a child or losing virginity." I looked up sharply. Dear god she knew everything.




Grey Ch. 02



"I'm not, I wasn't-" I began without thinking. I couldn't finish. I couldn't tell another lie. I could only stare at her wide-eyed and accept the knowing in her eyes. I felt Grey kiss the top of my head. I took a deep breath through my nose, and let it out my mouth, I would survive. One thing at a time. 

**

Luckily in an hour the mixture was finished and there hadn't been any more embarrassing topics. We put the big clay bowl in a corner on the counter and set a timer. Grey took my hand and we headed to shower, finally. We went together, but were 'good', simply enjoying the hot water and steam together, helping scrub the hard to reach places. It was soothing and I felt overwhelmingly loved. When we finished we settled into a couch in the main sitting room. It was nice to just sit. I felt almost normal. Gradually the rest of the family began to filter in. I wasn't quite as embarrassed to see them as I was clean, but I still felt a familiar heat in my cheeks. 

It was a quiet evening. I had always slipped away soon after dinner, so I hadn't seen how nice Grey's family was. I had been too busy resenting being pulled from my old life to see the gentle acceptance of everyone here. No one teased, well, not with malicious intent. Everyone was so open. Somehow after a few hours stories of Grey as a child began to be told. I found myself giggling into Grey's shoulder and chest as a picture of a solemn but feisty child formed in my mind. When the timer rang I had no idea it had been 6 hours. 

Grey grabbed my hand and the bowl from the kitchen, and then pulled me up to the bedroom. I realized I didn't know what we were supposed to do with the mixture. I stood in the middle of the room and twisted my hands. I really didn't want to eat it. 

"Don't worry." Grey seemed to read my mind. "It's like a lotion." Oh no. That could be even worse.

"Does it go all over?" Grey nodded. He stepped toward me and began to pull off my shirt. 

As soon as the mixture was all over my body the itch I hadn't even noticed began to fade. I stood like a scarecrow while Grey tried not to laugh. I thought again how long of a day it had been, and began to laugh too. Who knew what could happen in just 24 hours. As the itch faded into nothing I realized I still wanted Grey. I wanted to wake up in his arms. I wanted- I made myself think the words- to have sex with him, again, all the time. I wanted to learn about his family, I wanted to hear more stories about when he was a baby. I wanted to tell him about me. As my laughter faded I looked in his eyes, and voiced a sentiment I had never imagined with Grey, or anyone.

"You know. I think I could love you." The look on his face was worth every moment of pain and awkwardness, and his response would live in my heart forever.

"I think I already love you."



Grey Ch. 02



Dorian was impatient, "enough of the fucking foreplay" he growled and slammed Conrad back in to the wall. A framed picture dropped crashing to the floor. 

"Dramatic aren't we, guess your mother was right," Shot back the stud stranger. 

"Shut the fuck up, and don't call her that", bit back Dorian before turning grabbing a handful of Conrad's onyx locks and yanking the tresses pulling his head down to his crotch. "Suck me messenger boy," he bit out. 

Conrad complied easily. He was impatient too. He gave the shaft a few cursory licks as if it were an ice-cream cone before blowing slightly on the head and engulfing Dorian in one plunge right to the base. Dorian arched his back off the wall with a strangled cry and shoved what little was left of his cock further down the throat. He grabbed a fistful of Conrad's hair and fucked his face mercilessly. In and out he plunged at the hot orifice, reveling in its warm moistness. It felt good. God it felt good!!! But he did not want to cum this way. He did not want to feel good. He wanted to physically feel the pain that he was emotionally. He yanked Conrad back up and without giving either of them time to grasp what was happening wrapped his legs around Conrad waist whilst leaning back against the door frame and plunged his infrequently used (not for entry anyway) chute down hard on the Conrad's fuck tool. 

"AAAAHH shit!! Motherfuckingsonofabitch!" he cried out. He was slightly wet from the sweat and his juices flowing but it was not enough. But he had wanted this. Conrad stood there his legs straining and his cock pulsing in the tight hot channel. He's eyes had a look of untamed hunger. Dorian waited a few more seconds longer before getting impatient again. He rose up slightly off the shaft and slammed down hard feeling the steel stretch him further, enter deeper. This time the cry was from Conrad. 

"Don't just fucking stand there. Fuck me", Dorian yelled. And Conrad did just that. He slammed hard into Dorian sending shudders into him. He slammed him further into the wall, shifting slightly to change angle and grunted with each thrust. 

"You want this- huh? You want this fucking dick don't you? You're a fucking cock whore aren't you?" Conrad spat out, grinding his pelvis against Dorian's ass.

"And you -a closet case? Shut the fuck up and just do it man." 

Conrad pounded Dorian's man pussy for several more minutes and the wall lost a few more of its adornments before abruptly pulling out and turning Dorian around. Now with Dorian's head pressed into the wall he reinserted his dick and begun long-dicking the tight vice that was gripping his love stick. Dorian's pain had long turned to pleasure and he moaned uncontrollably between profanities. Something deep inside him told him that this was not wise but the animal in him was stubborn He wanted this, he needed this and he always got what he wanted, well almost always. 

Conrad continued to assault him with his thick tool. He would alternate between fast shallow movements and a drawn out, languid stroke. But it was getting a bit too much for him. With a final thrust and a wail Conrad came hard, bright lights going off behind his eyes. Before he had to time to recover he was lying on his back, on the floor just in the entrance of Dorian's suite with the stormy eyed hunk of a sex machine leaning over him and his legs up in the air. The grey eyes hardened with lust and malice at the depraved humour he saw there, it reflected in the wicked grin that Dorian was giving him. 

"My turn bitch" Dorian growled through his teeth and pointed his throbbing tool to what he was sure was a virgin hole. As he pressed against the opening his mobile beeped. He ignored it intent on completing his conquest. Just then Conrad's mobile went off as well. He too ignored it. Finally the suite phone started shrilling. Stopping, Dorian muttered an angry 'Fuck' and walked over to the phone. Like Conrad he was bottomless but still had his T-Shirt and socks on. Conrad lay on the floor in disarray, his dress shirt crumpled, his hair tousled and his trousers pooling at his ankles. His legs were still slightly raised and Dorian spied his pink cherry of a rosebud winking at him. He cursed again and lifted the phone to his ear. He knew the caller was already. 

"You have the fucking worst timing ever Dani." 

"Dorian, he's awake. He's asking for you." 

***

In just three days Dorian Greyling's life had been turned upside down. And all because of the young man lying in the bed with his eyes closed. Dorian entered the hotel room and gasped as the figure turned slightly, the tiny gesture causing the face to contort with pain and the breathing to become shallower. Darren opened his eyes and looked in to that of he's brother. 

"Hey", he croaked, "Thank You". 

Dorian remained still, still too overcome to utter any words. He's brother lay there with tears shining which Dorian knew were on his own eyelids as well. How could anyone want to end this person's life? 

He walked slowly to the bedside and sat in the space cleared for him. With great effort Darren spoke. "I didn't think you would come but you did. I'm so sorry for what we did, for the way I treated you for, ..."

"Hush," Dorian interrupted him. "Don't strain yourself its okay. Later. When you feeling better we can chat later." Dorian looked up at the doctor entering and asked him the question that was on everyone's minds. How? 

Honestly, we don't know. Your brother is a remarkable person. He's strength is keeping him alive. But I'm afraid he's body is still weak. He's brain activity is still positive though. He's clear and is able to compile cohesive thoughts and sentences."

"So what doe this mean?"

"Well, we have to find a donor then. But that shouldn't be too hard..."

"A donor? What donor? I thought he had some incurable disease." 

"I thought your parents would have explained to you." 

"Those people are not my parents. So you telling me there is a way that He can be saved?" 

With a sigh and a look at the graylings the doctor nodded.

"Until this point Dorian we did not think it would be feasible or necessary for Darren to receive a transplant. There is a way he can be saved with a bone marrow transplant. Your sister is a match and I would guess that you would be too. But with his former catatonic state there would have been no logical reason to pursue that avenue... but now... well now he can be saved.

"Thank you Doctor." With that Dorian got up and walked out of the room. He knew he would be followed. In the waiting room he turned on his family.

"How could you? How could you just give up and allow him to die? Why did you not tell me? You wanted him to die, didn't you?" But why? I thought I was the evil one, the one you wanted to be rid of."

"It was for the best, we do not want him suffering"

"So to kill him off. Dani, he's our brother, he's a part of us. Do you feel nothing? Have they brainwashed you so much? To hell with it. I'm going to do it. I'm gonna get tested and when I'm proven a positive match and you and I both know I will then it will happen."

He looked at his parents. They said nothing. He shook his head sadly and left to find the doctor. He did not see the Conrad standing there and brushed past him. 

"So you knew he could be saved and you did nothing? Is all that money really worth it to you? Conrad asked. 

"Don't speak about things of which you know nothing about", Duncan sneered. 

"I think I know enough. Danika has told me about the trust and the additional life insurance policy that was taken out. So Darren dies and the remaining siblings share the trust fund and Danika shares the policy dividends with you two. Nice plan but it seems Darren may have a few objections to that. Dorian too."

"Babe, this is not the time and place. You don't know what you're saying, we care about Darren and of course we happy that he has a chance. If he Dorian wants to risk his own life to save Darren's then so be it. But its not a wise decision."

"Its not your decision to make. I've got to get going. I don't want to be around you people anymore. Good Bye Danika. Duncan, Mariette. With one last look he exited the building and hopefully the lives of the Greylings.



Grey Days



It's Friday, it's wet and miserable and you've had a hectic week at work. You manage to finish early which is a relief, you're pretty tired and pissed off. 

You're surprised to see my car on the drive when you get home because I'd usually still be working. Coming inside, the house is quiet and you call for me but don't get a response and as you can't see my shoes or handbag lying around as they'd usually be, you assume I'm not at home. 

You feel like you need to wash away the day so you kick off your shoes, drop your keys and head upstairs to the bathroom where you quickly strip off for a shower. You're throwing your clothes in the washing basket when you realise that you left your towel in the bedroom this morning. 

The sight of me snuggled up in the bed makes you jump. I had been disturbed by you coming home but barely registered it before falling back to sleep again. You do your best to be quiet, gently walking around the bed to collect your towel, wrapping it around your waist and then head back towards the bathroom.

"Hey you, where do you think you're going?"

Smiling, you turn back around "hey you!"

You perch on the edge of the bed, bending over to kiss me on the forehead before replacing your mouth with you hand, gauging my temperature. I tell you that I felt ill at lunchtime so took the afternoon off but assure you that I feel much better now I just don't want to get up. I move over in the bed gesturing for you to get under the duvet with me. "Wanna catch up?" 

You lose your towel and get into the bed next to me, feeling the warmth on the sheets from where I'd been moments before. We cuddle up and you tell me what you've been doing and how crazy busy you've been all day. You lie flat with your arm around me, my head on your shoulder and my hand rests against your chest held in place by yours. As we talk, you start to relax a bit and in between sentences you pause to plant quick kisses on my face pulling me towards you. We stay like that for a long time. Your hands lazily stroke my bare shoulders and lower back in the gap between my knickers and my vest until you think there's a danger of me falling asleep again. You demand to be kissed properly but as I move up, you take the opportunity to pull me ontop of you, making me giggle. We kiss slowly but your arousal is quickly evident, pushing against me. I shift slightly making room for your erection between us. Just that sweeping contact and knowledge of your arousal sends huge tingles between my legs. I instantly feel more awake.

It doesn't take long until we're kissing with slightly more intensity and instinctively my hips rock a little, increasing the pressure of your naked erection pushing against the thin material of my knickers.

I know where this is heading and I have no intention of stopping it, but I do want to delay it a little. Turning your head, I kiss your neck and shoulder which I know you love. Very slowly I move down to your chest and take first one then your other nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hardened buds, grazing them with my teeth and turning you on further. I want to ignore your cock for as long as possible. I allow you to take off my vest so you can feel my breasts against you as I move south, brushing over your groin when I'm kissing down your chest to your stomach. 

After what feels like an age, I kiss and lick the very tip of your cock making it flex and twitch. I know it won't stay still of its own accord so I gently take you in my hand. You moan and bring your hands to my head, encouraging me to take you in my mouth. For a while, I resist you, sticking to my original, infuriatingly slow pace before taking pity on you and dipping to take a huge mouthful and tightening my grip a little. Your heart rate is rising but your breathing is still slow and controlled. I'm careful not to let you speed things up. I return to gently teasing you, licking down the length of your cock and running my tongue over your balls making them tighten, before working my way back up again, repeatedly. 

I can feel my arousal leaking between my legs making me desperate to be touched, but decide to concentrate on you. I circle the head of your cock with my tongue, flicking occasionally over the tip and use my hand to maintain a steady grip around the base, holding you still. I can feel you're anxious to touch me. I begin a slow return upwards, pausing to kiss your hips, stomach, chest, nipples, shoulder, collar bone and neck before my lips are forced back to yours as your patience runs out and you pull me in. In this position only the wet material of my knickers is preventing you from pushing into me. The pressure is delicious and my pussy feels heavy and aching. 

Your hands reach around me, holding my ass firmly before hooking your finger inside my knickers. I move a fraction to create a little space between us and you pull the gusset aside. I expect to feel your fingers slide into my wetness but instead you lift your hips so I can feel the head of your cock gently nudging against me. Your tongue is in my mouth, I catch my breath and push against you, driving your cock deep inside me, my muscles flexing involuntarily. I want to ride you, my arousal is already high and I know you won't complain if I fuck you quick and hard but this is supposed to be slow, lazy screwing.

I barely move, sitting up to feel you filling me to the hilt and allowing free access to my swinging breasts and perfect nipples, which you take advantage of. 

Your Squeezing and pinching encourages me to move a little more and I lean forward to present each breast to your mouth in turn and take opportunity to quickly remove my knickers. You suck on my stiff nipples with your eyes closed. You love the feel of them in your mouth and mumur in protest when one is withdrawn and exchanged for the other. 

Watching and feeling you working on my nipples spurs me to reposition myself. I move still slowly, pushing onto the head of your cock and smoothly sliding down your full length. I position my weight back so you are so as deep as possible and I feel a slight jolt as your glans hits my cervix each time I repeat the motion. 

Unusually today, you're more than happy for me to dictate the pace, lying back, luxuriating in the sensation of slow love making and long deep kisses. For me, this is something of an exercise in self control, the urge to build towards orgasm is ever present. Your cock is as hard and hot as always and this long slow build up is delicious but I know I could come quickly if I allowed myself to and clit hasn't received any attention at all yet.

I decide to treat myself a bit, building speed slightly which I know you appreciate too but at the point when you feel your body responding, I slow again. This time though, with my left hand held by yours, I bring my right hand to my mouth sucking on my fingers a little before sliding them between us. As I suspected, the additional lubrication isn't really necessary as my sex is wet and slippery. Nonetheless, I start to gently rub circles around my throbbing clit and you feel my muscles squeezing your cock getting stronger, more rhythmic. 

You love to watch me doing this and have no intention of closing your eyes now. You whisper your encouragement, telling me you want me to cum on you, telling me how you love watching, how turned on you are by my boobs bouncing up and down as I move with more urgency. Your talking is having the desired effect on us both until all you can manage to say is "fuck me" between short breathes. My nails dig into your hand, and I'm rubbing my clit and riding you harder. I tell you I'm going to cum. You buck beneath me and explode just as the wave of my orgasm overtakes me. I feel every throb, twitch and pulse as we cum together.



Grey-Eye



Author's note: this is an unapologetically nonhuman love story told from a twin perspective. This story, Grey-Eye, tells the story from the female point of view; its sister story, Echobright, tells the story from the male perspective. Enjoy.





Grey-Eye



I smiled at that. I didn't even try to hide it from him. We'd hunted and killed together. Somehow we were closer.

"Shut up and eat."

I lay the beast on the ground between us. My stomach growled, and my mouth moistened at the thought of warm, fresh meat, but we took a moment anyway, to nod our respect to the life we'd taken so that we might eat.

Marsh-loper tasted good. They were fast and flighty things, and not something I could usually catch on my own. Being blind and without hunting companions, I usually had to live on smaller, slower, most often distasteful beasts, or even - shame of shames - bought, preserved food. But this was rich and succulent meat, and between us we rapidly ripped it from the bones, reducing the beast to no more than skeleton and gristle. As we both leaned in to finish off the last part, we let our noses touch, then our snouts slid in side-by-side, and I could feel him tear, chew and swallow the meat with just as much relish as myself.

The meal over, he expressed my own sentiments perfectly.

"I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have a belly stuffed full of fresh meat. Did your half taste as good as mine did?"

In place of an answer I ran my tongue over my lips, licking up blood but also a good deal of mud, my coat of which I'd forgotten about completely. Grey-Eye made a suggestion.

"There's a pool just up the slope if you want to clean up a bit? Just to remind me there's a beautiful hyeloki somewhere under all that mud."

Could I be beautiful? Maybe just to him. Maybe something like the way he was beautiful, in my mind's eye.

We walked together up to the pool, me leading the way and hoping I was going the right way, and lowered ourselves into refreshingly cool, wing-high water.

The mud wasn't hard to remove. I could feel the water soaking most of it off as I dipped myself under the surface, but just to be thorough I started rubbing my skin with my hands, working off the more stubborn residues.

"Say, Echobright, how about I lend you a hand cleaning that stuff off?"

A flash of irritation shot through me. If I was to spend more time with this Grey-Eye, I needed to let him know that I didn't like to be treated like an invalid, that I could do things by myself.

"I'm not completely incapable, you know! I can wash myself without needing you to rub me down with your hands like I'm..."

The sentence trailed off as it dawned on me that I'd missed the point of the offer entirely.

"Alright, Grey-Eye. If you insist."

I stretched out a wing and he started there, brushing the mud off easily in precise, delicate sweeps of his hands. When he'd finished I turned to let him clean the other one in the same way, enjoying his gentle but self-assured touch.

He could have cleaned all of me in the same efficient, rapid way. But as he leant over me to clean my back, I noticed that he began to slow down, taking more time than necessary, his fingers massaging my flesh in firm lines, in a way I felt I could lie down and appreciate all day.

And he talked as his fingers did their thing, as his attention moved forward over my shoulders and up the back of my long neck. I didn't really listen to what he was saying - my attention was riveted on the magic his fingers were working on my skin - but I appreciated the agreeable background purr of his voice.

His fingers slowed down when they reached my face, working sensitively to wipe the mud from around my eyes and ears, and as he touched my lips I couldn't help myself from letting my tongue slip out to lick across his fingertips, before he moved down to my chin. My skin here was much more sensitive, and as he worked from my chin to the underside of my neck in soft stroking motions, I closed my eyes, arched back my neck and let out a quiet moan. Let him know that he was doing good.

I was breathing deeply but slowly as I turned myself over in the water, floating with my underside towards him. At what point had the simple pleasure of contact turned into deep sexual arousal? Grey-Eye cleaned my chest in intimate circling motions that could only be designed to stimulate me, and it worked. As he moved backwards towards the place between my legs, I wondered if he'd carry on all the way. I found myself hoping that he would. But I didn't give him any sign that he was invited, any more than I gave him any sign that he wasn't. A chance to test what kind of man he was.

My belly clean, he stopped and moved onto my legs, then my tail, working from the tip down. Was he not going to touch me, or was he just leaving the best till last? Surely he must be able to see that I was aroused?

At last, with only one area left to clean, and the one I most wanted him to, he stopped, patting me on the hip to let me know he was done. Disappointed, I flipped back onto my feet and cleaned it myself, using my tongue to lap around my needy womanhood. So, Grey-Eye, I thought, you're a gentleman. Or a coward. Or you just don't really like me that much. At least I knew a way to learn if it was the latter case.

"What about you?"

"Oh, I only really muddied up my legs."

"Alright. Left leg up."

He held up a leg and I scrubbed it down vigorously. Of course, by now the water had soaked all the mud off anyway, but I wasn't about to let that stop me.

"And the right."

I cleaned his other leg, its outside as scarred as the rest of that side of him.

"You must have splattered your belly, too. Turn over."

I scrubbed at his chest and belly with my fingers, pleased to find the skin down here smooth, unscarred and pleasant to the touch. Like he had, I took my time about the job, but had none of his gentleness, stroking him roughly in a way that seemed not to displease him.

I reached a point, approaching the space between his legs, where it might have been polite to stop. Fortunately, I had worse manners than he had. I reached down and was immensely relieved to feel the solid head of his cock, standing hard and proud outside its sheath. He gasped at the touch, and somehow I managed to affect a casual manner and continue cleaning him with my other hand, wiping around the sheath and base of his shaft without releasing my grip.

"Well, Grey-Eye, after you refused to touch me, I was worrying that you didn't really like me."

It was too much to resist. I ran my fingers along its length, brushing its underside from base to tip, measuring it. It was long, had a pleasing girth and felt divinely solid. And it was standing up all for me. Only with reluctance did I let it go.

"Alright, you're all clean. Back on your feet."

He righted himself tremblingly and addressed me.

"I do like you, Echobright. Very much. You probably, ah, already realise that now. I'm sorry I was prudish before. It's just... I was a little bit unsure how far you wanted things to go on our first date."

So he felt he needed to apologise for being a gentleman? There was something about that which I found endearing. But then there was the word "date", and a little joke crystallising around it.

"Date? You think this is a date?"

"It... isn't?"

He sounded uncertain, slightly crushed. Time to put him out of his misery.

"It can't be a date. We haven't even kissed."

"Oh! Well. That's right. Do you fancy doing something about that then?"

I did. We moved to face each other in the water, his lips so close in front of mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath. And I let my long, thin tongue slip out until its tip touched that of Grey-Eye's doing the same thing. We let the tips play gently and sensuously against each other before extending further, curling our sensitive tongues one about the other in a full hyeloki kiss.

Our tongues moved playfully but intimately: entwining, looping, twisting, and every movement was an all-consuming delight, stroking me deep inside. When we broke apart I felt closer to him than ever, and together we sat side-by-side in the cool water, my wing draped possessively around him as we snuggled close.

He talked, quietly, about small things, as though not paying much attention to what he was saying. I half listened, letting his silvery voice seep into me, idly caressing his shoulder with my fingers.

"When I mentioned you to Lens-Of-Infamy, he..."

I focused a little of my attention on the unfamiliar name.

"Who?"

"My friend, he lives one up from me. From the look on his face, I think he thought you might eat me alive."

Now there was an idea that tickled my fancy.

"Maybe later."

He seemed to miss the implication and carried on with his line of thought.

"Why do you have such an abhorrent reputation?"

"It comes from being abhorrent."

"But you're not abhorrent."

I was. I made a point of it. But not to everyone.

"Not to those who've earned my respect."

"But why be deliberately unpleasant to everyone else? Not everyone is a Cloud-Splitter."

This was the kind of question people usually didn't dare to ask me, with some reason. I respected the way he didn't try to skirt around my sore spots.

"Don't tell me you don't understand? How do people look at you?"

He thought about it.

"Ah. Disdain, disgust and pity. And I'll bet they think you can't see it."

I didn't reply, but he had it. Disdain, disgust and pity. I got it from everyone. I preferred fear, at least it made people respect you. Grey-Eye didn't see me with disdain, disgust or pity. Or fear. At least I hoped not. He spoke again.

"I ran away from it. A long, long way away to where no hyeloki sing through the skies and I was merely alien, not broken."

How tempting! I could see the appeal. But what had brought him back? He provided me with an answer without me needing to ask.

"I got lonely."

Loneliness. I'd spent nearly my whole life on my own. I stroked his shoulder fondly.

"Lens-Of-Infamy warned me not to set my hopes too high on finding a mate. I was starting to think perhaps he was right, that I was fated to a lifetime of scorned rejection and perpetual solitude, that no-one would ever take a poor specimen like me."

What? What was he saying? Was he saying that rejection had made him drop his standards? Dropped them so far he was ready to settle for me? Was that it? I stopped stroking his shoulder and let him talk.

"But then I met you!"

"Then you met me and what, exactly?"

I'd taken my wing away from him. There was a distance between us again, as I felt doubt reharden my heart. He seemed taken aback by my sudden coldness. Go on, Grey-Eye. Talk. Prove to me that you weren't trying to say what you seemed to be trying to say.

"I just have a feeling, Echobright. A good feeling. We just... fit each other. You make me feel like a person, not the pathetic little cripple I feel around other people."

The words thudded in my ears.

"You arrogant, patronising, presumptuous little scrape of turd!"

I climbed away from him out of the pool, suddenly seething with anger.

"Is that all you think of me, Grey-Eye? Echobright the blind, Echobright the freak, Echobright the laughing stock, the only person you could find so low and contemptible that you could compare yourself to me and feel worthwhile?"

I felt stupid. Stupid for letting my defences down and letting someone close enough to hurt me. Stupid for being taken in by his pretty, lying voice. And when I felt stupid I let it out as anger.

"I... no! I didn't mean..."

"You really didn't set your hopes too high, did you? When you'd received your 'scorned rejection' from every normal woman available, you must have leapt for joy when you saw me, clearly a creature swimming so low in the dating pool that I'd jump at any offer, even from a 'poor specimen' like yourself? Was that it?"

"No! I..."

"Well let me tell you, Grey-Eye, I have standards, and you're just not up to them. When I take a mate, it'll be someone I respect, and who respects me, not a sad little worm who sees me as the only fruit hanging low enough to be within reach!"

There were tears in my eyes. I tried to hold them back but I couldn't.

"But I do resp-..."

"Shut up! Just shut up, and leave me alone in future!"

I ran and launched myself into the air, not even bothering to echolocate to see if anything was in my path. Beating my wings as hard as I could, I pushed myself up, up, into the sky, to where I knew Grey-Eye couldn't follow me, to where I was far enough away that I knew he couldn't hear me weep.





Grey-Eye



"You can keep me up as long as you like, so long as you keep doing that."

Happy to have his permission for keeping him from his sleep, I ran a series of long, lavish licks up the back of his neck, letting the mild taste and texture of his skin saturate my mind. As he twisted his neck to face me I moved to licking his more sensitive throat, knowing from a rumbling sigh I induced that I was doing good. But as he moved to lick me in return I pushed him back down. The message to him was clear. I didn't expect anything from him in his current state of exhaustion. He was to lie back and let me enjoy pleasuring him.

And I certainly was enjoying it. As I licked his neck, as I eased my hand around to caress his chest in soft rhythmical motions, as I rubbed my leg slowly against his side, even as I let my tail loop lovingly around his, I took immense and deep satisfaction whenever he let out a small moan of tired pleasure. And my own flame of arousal burned within me as I pleasured his body.

The flame burning hotter, I stepped up my attentions. My tail squeezed and coiled around his, almost like two tongues kissing. My leg pawed against his side ever more insistently, until I couldn't help myself from squeezing his flesh between my talons, making him shiver. My fingers stroked more vigorously across his chest, and began moving down across his belly towards where they really wanted to go. And all the while I licked ever more passionately at his throat, his chin, his face.

At last I couldn't hold myself back any more and I reached with my fingers to see what effect I was having on his penis. I was relieved and gratified to find it every bit as solid and erect and pleasing to the touch as it had been much earlier in the pool. All my other ministrations fell to a standstill as I riveted my attention to that handsome shaft, letting my fingers flow up and down its pleasing length.

"You're not so tired that I can't have a little fun with this, are you?"

I felt him shake his head, and I began stimulating him slowly, relishing the smooth sliding sensation as my fingers worked up and down his shaft. As I worked him we shared a kiss, unreserved and urgent.

My fingers paused in their stroking in order to explore the head of his cock. It was brilliantly hard, and liquid seeped copiously from the tip, which I spread about the whole head, making it slick.

"Is this good?"

"Yes... yes..."

It had been my desire to bring him to a climax and feel him come in my hand, but then I had an even better idea. I leant over his recumbent form and lowered my head to just shy of his penis. Flicking out my tongue, I got a stimulating taste of precum, making him cry out.

"How about this?"

"Oh, Echobright..."

Pleased by the first taste, I licked the head again and again, wiping it clean of liquid, which immediately began seeping out plentifully to replace it. Grey-Eye writhed expressively under me.

Of course, licking wasn't enough. I meant to consume him. I moved to close my mouth over just the head, relishing the solid feel of it held between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. For a while I toyed with it, letting my tongue flow around it, careful not to let my sharp teeth touch it. Only when I felt him whimpering in sufficient ecstasy did I allow myself to push forwards, feeling his long shaft slip deeper inside me, wondering if I could take the whole length, until my lips reached the base at the same moment I felt the head push gently against my throat.

He was inside me! For a moment I simply held him there, excited by the throbbing size of it, until I began sliding my tongue up and down its length. Soon this wasn't enough and I started drawing my whole head back and forwards over him, feeling him quiver and shake in rhythm, wondering desperately what it would feel like when he let loose the liquid expression of his love inside me.

I was surprised at first when he joined in, thrusting his hips to make his cock slide even faster back and forth within my mouth. But when I realised how much I enjoyed this, and how much he enjoyed it, I stopped my own movements entirely and simply let him thrust himself into me, his prodigious manhood pumping deeply into my welcoming mouth, faster and faster as he summoned strength even in his exhaustion.

I felt it as he came. First there was the convulsive shudder that passed through his body, then the hot salty explosion of his orgasm flooding my mouth in repeated, diminishing, glorious bursts. I held him as he came down trembling from the heights of ecstasy, my own sex screaming at me for its own release, and drew my mouth away from his cock, licking it clean as I did. The mouthful of his seed I kept there, savouring the strange taste, until he reached over to lick my throat tenderly; just at that moment I swallowed, knowing that he'd feel me doing it, that he'd know I hadn't spat his gift to me away.

I yearned for him to attend to my own ravenous needs, but knew that in his current state I could ask nothing more of him. Instead I lay his head down on the bed and draped my wing over his body, feeling him fall softly into a deep, deep sleep.

Only when I was certain he was well past the point of waking again did I tend to myself. It was with huge relief that I at last let my tongue slip between the lips of my sex and begin lapping in and out, bringing me rapidly towards a climax. As I worked I kept a wing drooped over Grey-Eye's sleeping form, synchronising my lapping rhythm to the rise and fall of his steady breath. And as I came, suppressing the shouting cry that tried to escape me and wake him from his slumber, I remembered his own orgasm in my mouth and wondered if he had felt the same shrieking rapture that consumed me.

The job done, I lay down entwined with my slumbering lover, holding him tightly to me, and joined him in sleep.





Grey-Eye



I threw him off me to the side once more and this time when I tried to roll on top of him he wasn't there. He whistled teasingly from behind me, and I launched myself after him, pelting through the long grass after the sound of his voice. Certainly I could have caught him quick enough if I'd wanted to, but I let the chase take its time, him leading me in playful circles while I crashed cumbersomely after him, grabbing at him when he dashed past me and pretending to lose my grip, feeling his lithe body slip fluidly out of my hands.

Enough. I wanted him badly, and when I felt my hands close around his tail I determined that I wasn't going to let him go again. As soon as he felt I wasn't allowing him to squirm free, he settled down and lay still, letting me make the next move.

My move was to kiss the tip of his tail, feeling it twitch as I lavished it with my tongue, curling it around it and even sliding his tail slightly into my mouth to suck on it. Then, I licked my way further up the back of his tail, higher and higher, until I found myself kissing the point where it joined the broad swathe of his back. My hands found his hips and squeezed them as I carried on with my tongue up his spine, following it up his back, between his wings, feeling it flex in rhythm with my devotions. By the time I reached the back of his neck my hand had moved forwards to brush his sides, noting every quiver of his muscles with satisfaction.

As my tongue worked its way up his neck I used my hands to stroke his sensitive throat, listening to the deep, urgent rhythm of his breath, which told me more about the pleasure I was giving him than words ever could. But I never quite completed my journey up his spine from tail's tip to head; just before I was finished he swung his head round impatiently and met my tongue with his own. The kiss was perfect: intimate, tantalising, and leaving me hungry for more.

I gave him a suggestive nudge, and he flipped over to lie on his back, his wings spread wide to either side. That I could have resisted moving to stand over him, straddling him, I doubt very much, but I was in no mind to try. No more did I resist lowering my body down to rest on his, with his wings coming around to embrace me, and his cock pressed flat against my belly, long and rigid and sticky.

We shared another urgent kiss, his fingers massaging my back, before I spoke.

"Touch me."

I knew I didn't have to tell him where. The fingers of one hand began moving, tracing gentle patterns down from my back to my side, sliding over my hip, lingering around the base of my tail before dropping down. As hard as I tried to remain impassive, dignified, I couldn't stop myself from shivering as he traced diminishing ellipses around my womanhood, his fingers slipping electrically over my swollen, parted lips.

While his hand was engaged so pleasingly behind me, I let my own slip into the narrow gap between us and grasp his proud penis, running my fingers hungrily over the shaft, squeezing and stroking the head, picking up so much precum that I could spread it over not just the head but the whole shaft, making it slick and slippery and agreeable to the touch. As my fingers touched him, I could feel his own tremble in response as they touched me. But they never stopped in their devotions. Gradually they slid more and more intimately over my responsive flesh until they were tracing the very edges of my lips. And then slowly, cautiously, they slipped inside.

I let out a sigh of blissful contentment as I felt him reach into me, his fingertips sliding up and down my drenched sex, sending pulses of fiery excitement coursing through me. A slight trickle of my juice escaped from my womanhood and ran all the way down to my belly, feeling cool and delicious as he rubbed me again and again in the tenderest way imaginable.

It was with some reluctance that we finally removed our hands from one another's most sensitive areas, our fingers both drenched in the other's juices. I offered mine to Grey-Eye to lick clean, and he offered me his in return. And so as he licked his own precum from my fingers, I lapped up my own juices from his, the familiar taste somehow much more appetising when licked from his hand rather than my own.

We kissed again; did I taste his juice on his tongue or was that my imagination? And then I was back to kissing his chin, kissing his neck... but I wanted more. I bit him, just slightly, on the soft skin of his neck. He gasped.

"You like that?"

He kissed me again, passionately, and I knew the answer before he said it.

"No. I love it!"

There was no stopping me after that. I lowered my mouth to his neck again and bit and bit and bit: not hard, not hard enough to draw blood at least, but enough to made him shudder and gasp at each one in the most delectable way. His cock strained and throbbed urgently against my belly, letting me know he wanted more. I gave him more. I licked and nibbled all over his neck, his shoulders, his chest, and Grey-Eye seemed insatiable. My claws dug sharply into his hips, and it just made his gasps of pleasure all the louder and his tail begin to thrash in ecstasy.

I don't know when I began to shift my weight backwards and forwards on top of him, rubbing him off slowly against my belly. At some point I noticed that I was doing it, and didn't stop. I enjoyed the slick friction of it grinding against me, and I enjoyed his rumbling groan of pleasure as I did it. But my own urgent need for physical satisfaction was growing more and more demanding, so I shifted my position until I felt my tender womanhood come to touch the thick base of his cock, and then slid forwards, letting my lips part to slide either side of him, relishing the feeling of his slick shaft sliding past my opening. Rubbing backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, I couldn't help but shriek out loud as I ground myself lubriciously against him.

I could have kept that up until I reached a climax, and possibly him as well. But I didn't want to finish yet. Not like that.

I stopped, leant to lick his neck in a single lavish stroke, from chest to chin, and gave him his instruction in a voice quavering with desire.

"Mount me."

I licked him again, in the same way, from chest to chin in one smooth movement.

"Thrust yourself into me."

Again I licked him, even more fervently than before.

"Fill me until I overflow."

Once more I rasped my tongue along his neck, and then I removed myself from his prostrate form, letting him rise shakily to his feet. As he moved to touch me tenderly but intentfully on the hips I leant down obligingly in the tickling grass, resting on my chest, my legs spread wide, my sex exposed to him in clear invitation to mount me, to fill me with his love.

I couldn't see him, of course, but I could feel his fingers playing over my hips, and could imagine him standing behind me, gazing lustfully at my weeping womanhood, his cock firm and ready beneath him. I yearned for him to get on with it and climb on top of me, to sink his shaft deep inside me, to bring me relentlessly to the point of rapture and flood me with his fertility.

That wasn't what happened. At least, not yet. Instead I felt a tongue flicker over my most tender flesh and realised that he hadn't yet finished fuelling our fire. The tongue flicked in again, gliding around my slit, lapping up the juices which leaked from it. If I moaned in pleasure at that, I moaned even louder when I felt him slip his tongue between my yearning lips and slide it up and down.

His fingers, of both hands, moved down to caress my already tormented sex, slipping in between the lips and pulling them slightly apart. Now the tongue again, sliding maddeningly up and down, stimulating every sensitive spot I had, finally finding my opening and pausing there. I squealed in a most undignified way as it pushed inside, deep inside me, his lips pressing hard against my sex to sink his tongue as deep as possible. I wrapped my long tail around his neck as he let his tongue flicker in and out of me, probing me, stimulating me, thrilling me.

It seemed a glorious eternity before he pulled himself away and let his hands rest on my back. This was it. He hauled himself onto me slowly and deliberately, his hands finding their way to my shoulders, his legs wrapping themselves about my own, his penis resting potently between my legs. I felt him kiss my back, right between my wings, and I turned my head to kiss him one last time before he entered me.

"Are you ready, Echobright?"

"No. I'm desperate. Get on with it and fuck me, Grey-Eye!"

"As the lady wishes."

He didn't torment me by putting it off any longer. I felt the head of his cock slide up until it nestled between my lips, and then he pushed forwards slowly but forcefully, penetrating me, sliding sumptuously inside me, in and in, until I felt his groin pressed soft against my vulva. He was fully inside me, and he felt so good.

My head found his, and rested softly against it, cheek to cheek. We stayed like that as he began to slide himself in and out of me, wonderfully slowly, and I could hear his tender, gasping breaths as he pushed into me, as clearly as he must have heard mine.

I thought he'd speed up, was desperate for him to speed up, to fuck me fast and hard, but he didn't. He kept up the slow, slow, tortuously slow, but ever so gratifying pace, drawing out the sensation, now beating his wings in perfect rhythm with his penetrations. For me, already gaspingly close to the pinnacle, that made what could have been a very short if thrilling trip to a climax into a much longer, deeper and immensely more satisfying ordeal. In and out. In, and out. In... and out. In... and... out.

He seemed even to slow down further as I approached fruition, each thrust slower and more sensuous that the last, each thrust pushing deeper into me, each thrust making me cry out a little louder, each thrust injecting a little more pleasure into my already supersaturated body. I could hear from his ragged gasping, getting louder and louder, that he was nearing his own release and I yearned that each ponderous thrust might tip me over into orgasm.

Thrust. I felt the pleasure build within me, almost unbearable, surely bound to overflow at the very next...

Thrust. Even slower, and somehow I held on, my sex on fire with burning sexual pleasure as I already yearned for him to...

Thrust. I could feel his trembling, exultant breath, delirious in his rapture, slowing down even further to draw out every possible drop of pleasure from each...

Thrust. I gasped, thinking it had happened, but the wave of ecstasy fell back just short of flooding into an orgasm. Again, I begged him, again, for I knew I would reach a climax at the very next...

Thrust.

I came. We both came, him pouring his plentiful seed deep into me as I exploded around him, as rapture screamed through my every bone. Him screaming his euphoria into the sky as I shrieked and shook uncontrollably. Him injecting himself into me again and again as I convulsed around him again and again. His screaming voice fading into quietude as my orgasm diminished, leaving behind it a warm, measureless fulfilment. His breath panting and weary, as was mine, as we shared a spent but satisfied kiss, him still buried deep inside me.

Sleep called out to me irresistibly in the aftermath of orgasm. Probably it did for Grey-Eye as well, for as soon as we were separated he lay down next to me in the grass and curled up under my wing. Sated and sleepy, with my lover tight beside me, I let myself drift into easy unconsciousness.





Grey Flannel Skirt



I see you in your stuffy office everyday as I pass by, books in hand, on the way to class. I can see you in a grey flannel skirt and a white button-front blouse with ruffles on the chest that you just don't seem to have buttoned high enough for the school superintendent's liking. It's also a bit on the small side squeezing your large, round boobs, trying to pop them up and out. The black lace trim of your bra is peeking out ever so slightly letting everyone know that you must be in-tune with your sexy inner being and could possibly be a horny slut in subdued clothing. Underneath we can only imagine you have on a large granny panty but I'm sure it isn't. Has to be lace, satin or silk in a french cut or maybe a hot pair of boy shorts. Maybe a slutty pair of crotchless panties or maybe nothing at all. You are probably creaming yourself through the day at the sensation and titillation from knowing what the effect is of your projected slutty aura on all the male victims within their view.

You erect clit is rubbing against fabric, pushing forward in search of more friction nudging you towards the decision whether or not you should run to the ladies room and masturbate to relieve your frustration. Your clit slides between lips swelled with excitement as you walk down the hall hiding your aroused state with a larger than normal smile and high-pitched hello. But the flush of your chest lets passers-by know something is awry. Your eyes strain not to flutter as a spike of pleasure shoots through your body, the friction on your erect, sensitive clit building. Your high heels click quickly to the restroom to find an empty stall. Luck is in your favor as you find all of them empty.

Your hands are pushing down your skirt before you even get the door closed and latched, fingers diving between your thighs as you move toward the seat. You sit down and the cold is quickly warmed by the heated flesh of your behind as you settle in spreading your knees apart. Juice has coated the insides of your thighs, slathering your labia into a glistening, erotic image. The fluid coats your long slender fingers as your lips part for them, thrusting them inward as deep as you can. The bud of your exposed clit begs for the touch of your thumb. You moisten it first and then slide your thumb upward and over the taut flesh triggering your reflexes to contract the muscles of your body making you jump at the pleasure shooting inside. Your head back, eyes closed, your free hand cupping a breast, a nipple trapped between two fingers, you plunge fingers in and out of your wet, dribbling hole. 

Flesh clings to flesh the friction encouraged by your own sticky lubrication. Hot, wet sucking sounds emanate from your sex and fill the air along with your low, faint moans. The bumping of your thumb against the head of your hardened clitoris pushes you closer and closer to climax. Juices accumulate and distribute randomly with each audible plunge of your hand. Your sex opens up drawing in more and more of your makeshift phallus wanting to be filled to capacity. All values, morals and common sense are thrown to the wayside as the only thing in your mind at this moment is to achieve an orgasm to satiate you wanton desire. All reality is blocked from your senses as you come closer and closer to your pinnacle focusing on nothing else other than the basic of all animalistic human desires as to cum.

The warmth builds deep inside your being as you feel the start begin. Muscles alternately contract and relax creating ecstasy in a shuddering flurry of physical events. Your thighs quiver as the rush of orgasm spreads through you, your eyes roll to the back of your head, you clench your lower lip, you see nothing yet you see all the colors and sites of the release of your own self pleasure. Juices flow in abundance from inside you creating more audible sounds of lust exciting you even further. Your hips lift and descend in answer to the lunging of your hand, meeting the rhythm as best they can. It is upon you as the sensations cascade over your body flooding your mind with nothing other than the euphoria of satisfaction.

The sloppy, creamy aftermath between your legs is affirmation of a job well done.

You feel the aches from the sustained contraction of muscle not normally used while you tidy yourself, returning to a normal state of dress and slowing open the stall door hoping to still find the place empty. In the rush of excitement there was no way of knowing if anyone had entered. You are in luck and quickly wash, leaving looking a little less stressed as you walk down the hall in a very deliberate, slow saunter.



Grey Goose



I met Ronny on an online dating site, and we exchanged a few texts. For some reason, I was feeling cheeky and sent him some naughty pictures after a while. He was very impressed by the sneaky peeky boobie shot I had sent, and a full body nude I had sent. Feeling adventurous and horny, all I had of him was a picture of him, shirtless, and I decided not to ask for a picture of his nether parts, hoping to be surprised. The last few lovers I had had were average and below, and with him not offering up his dick shot after my nudes, led me to think, 'Well, he is really cute, and I totally know how to work guys no matter their dick size – so go for it, girl.' 

He did surprise me when he asked "You're not a hooker are you? Don't be offended. It's just back in Chicago I met someone on this site and she fooled me and asked for money." I texted back "Of course I am not. No way. I think you are very sexy! And I just happen to be a bit of a cougar." Which was true, I am 39, just about 17 years older than him. He texted back, sorry he had to ask, telling me just how much he really enjoyed sex, and thought I was very sexy, and was glad he gave me a shout. This very attractive young man telling me these things was just perfect for my ego.

With no expectations, we were going to meet at 9pm but the more we texted the more excited he became, and he pushed it to 8:30. I was having a little drink to relax my nerves, excited about someone I only had 2 shirtless pictures of. He looked fairly solid in the photos, nice broad shoulders, a strapping, burly young man. Before I knew it, he was at my doorstep. 

He was 22, from Chicago, a very solid, tall 6'3" corn-fed white Midwestern boy. He came to my door with a cigarette and a giant bottle of Grey Goose. I was mesmerized with the build of this young stallion and my heart started skipping a beat. He was beautiful. He seemed so much taller, so much bigger than in his picture. He looked at me, pulled a drag on the smoke, and told me how much nicer I looked in person. 'Of course I was,' I thought to myself. I didn't mind that I had a huge ass and a pair of D's. Skinny I definitely am not, and I love guys who appreciate my larger assets.

He extinguished the cig, and I grabbed the bottle, it was gigantic, partly full, told him how expensive it was. "Yea, like 60 bucks is all," he said. Well, Grey Goose is fantastic stuff. We went to the kitchen, started talking about getting a drink, told him I had no shot glasses. I explained that I had left my ex with the shirt on my back. "It was 8 years of hell." 'Why lie,' I thought. And this young man was exactly what I needed at this time.

I found two glasses and poured us each a shot. "Cheers," and down the hatch. I noted how smooth and delicious the Grey Goose was, and then I grabbed his shirt at the chest, and pulled him toward me. We started kissing passionately, my hands in his hair, running the length of his arms. We moved to the couch, where he sat down.

I climbed on top of him, clothed, and we started kissing again, tongues dancing rhythmically. He pulled my shirt up, I unleashed my heaving breasts, he started sucking and licking all over them. We kissed again, our tongues and lips gliding over each other, I held his tongue with my teeth, hoping to suck his bottom lip. 

Meanwhile, I felt his cock growing and pressing on the back of my thighs, and felt the steamy hot wetness in my panties. It was time.

He started pulling my tights down, ordered me to "Take it off, take it all off." And I eagerly complied. Already I could tell he was very dominant and in control. This really turned me on.

I stood up, and did a mini strip tease in front of him, bending over my ass as I took my thong down to my heels. I pulled my bustier up over my shoulders and I was completely naked. 

I got on top of him again, naked, grinding him a couple times, kissing again. Then he reached for his pants. I felt his hardness through his pants, wanting a preview of what kind of dick he was going to have. I gasped a little when I felt it.

I knelt on the floor, eagerly watching as his pants and shorts came off, revealing a beautiful, thick, 7 inch cock. It was about the most perfect cock I had ever seen. Not TOO girthy, not obscenely huge, and with a bend that curved upward and rested just below his navel. Oh that was an ecstacy maker.

I started swirling my tongue around the head of his penis, eagerly sucking, taking long licks along the shaft, and then I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in as he stated "yes baby all the way down, take all of it." He pushed my head down on his cock and I moved up and down the deepest I could go, and he moaned. I had to breathe so I pulled back up and down again, with saliva everywhere. I started jerking him off while I went to work my tongue over his balls. I put each one in my mouth and tugged upward, surprised at the elasticity of his scrotum. I massaged his perineum and swallowed his dick again, and he moaned with pleasure again. 

He then sat up, and moved lengthwise on the couch and laid down, and told me to "come sit on my face." I eagerly obliged him. He grabbed my hips with his strapping football player arms, and I sat my pussy down on his mouth, grinded on him, while I sucked the tip of his cock. It was absolutely amazing. He sucked on my clit and inner labia, making these smacking noises, both of us moaning.

He then commanded me to "get on top," again, I was very happy to oblige him. I could not wait any longer to get his beautiful dick inside of my dripping wet pussy. I mounted him, and being so wet, that big dick slid in without effort, although I was very surprised to find myself gasping when I felt every inch of him entering. I was stunned at just how big he felt inside of me. I saw it, but now I was really feeling it, the gasp followed with an "Oh my god, you're so big!" I couldn't help myself. I started riding him in a nice, galloping manner, this young, strapping stallion underneath me, fucking me, guiding my hips. I was surprised how well he man-handled me, being a bigger woman. 

Little did I know that just simply turning around in reverse cowgirl would yield an intensely erotic experience that I wouldn't forget. I was riding him, moaning, grunting, and he ordered me to "turn around." I obliged him. Now he was in full view of my ass, his cock being swallowed by my tight pussy, balls-deep. I maintained a nice rhythm of fucking, then out of nowhere, he laid a flinchingly hard smack on my ass. I screamed, he laid another one on the other cheek. I had no idea an ass could be slapped that hard. Stunned, it hurt, but felt so good. His hand was as good as any paddle I could imagine. His strength, his arms, his hands, these powerfully strong muscles, I thought, 'just amazing.' 

He told me to fuck him deep and hard, so he grabbed hold of my hips and slammed my body down on his dick, raised me up again, and he repeated this pattern. The intensity was not lost on either of us as we both moaned. He yelled "yeah ride that dick baby! Fuck yeah!" The way he slammed my pussy down on his cock sent waves of pain and pleasure into me. 

He then told me to bend over. I did exactly what he said, even though I was afraid. The power of our fucking when I was on top was enough, if he had me from behind, I knew the pounding would be relentless. I was not wrong. He started off with a nice thrusting action, my ass up in the air and my head buried in the couch cushions. He sent waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. But, I was bracing for it, as he had not laid into me just yet. Then it came – wave after wave of vicious thrusts came in a brutal fashion – so brutal, I felt it just tearing me up inside, and I almost told him to stop. Almost. But I wanted exactly what he was giving me. I just moaned "Oh my god! Oh Ronny! Holy shit, it's unbelievable!" I felt his whole body, a statue of steel and flesh just unremittingly fucking the hell out of me. And just when I thought it could not get more intense, those powerful hands lay into my outer ass cheeks with strike after strike, first one, then the other, emitting these sounds like thunderclaps, all while this amazing pounding is taking place. Those ass smacks hurt so good! I felt an orgasm in my whole body, the energy waves traveling from one end of my body to the other. 

He wanted to put it in my ass, but I waved him off and said no, not just because I was scared that my ass may not take such a brutal fucking, but that I had totally forgotten to prepare for any kind of anal, and I told him so. So we continued fucking this way, hitting me with orgasms like I never believed.

He pulled out and sat back down as I got on my knees and started sucking my pussy juices off of him. I was so enthralled with what just took place I was furiously sucking him off, going deep. Staying deep, letting him fuck my mouth at the deepest point, "god damn!" he stated, moaning.

Then, he told me to ride him reverse again. His hips to the edge of the couch, I sat on top of his cock, maintaining a squat position, finding balance by holding onto the table in front of me. I used my strong leg muscles to start moving up and down the length of his cock, and he grabbed my hips again, helping me. He really liked to help me in raising up and pushing me down hard on him.

Then, I started grinding down on his cock, "yea baby grind it!", and then I started moving up and down the length of his cock, almost reaching the top and then burying his dick deep in me with every stroke. He yells "Hell yea! That's the stroke!" I could tell he was really enjoying it, when I beared down again and started grinding, he says "oh you want me to cum don't you?" "Oh yes Ronny, oh my god yes!" I secretly did because watching him cum would have been so fantastic, but I also wanted to keep doing what I was doing. I could have done what I was doing for hours. 

I was still grinding, and now I had leaned back and rested my hands on his shoulders, and I kept grinding him, as he reached over with his hand and started rubbing my clit. "Cum all over that dick baby!" Oh and as soon as he said that, every time he said that, I did exactly that. A flood of my cum streamed over his cock and down his balls. I started the up and down action again, and he could feel that river of pussy juice all over his dick "yeah baby!!" He exclaimed. "You feel so good Ronny, you're amazing" I exclaimed. We continued this routine of strokes and grinds and me cumming on his cock for quite a while, exchanging moans and exclamations, and a few more violent ass smacks. 

I then got off, and started sucking him off again. This time, I went deep and stayed deep for a long time, only up for air and the occasional gagging. My makeup had formed pools in my lower eyelids from my eyes watering. He sighed and moaned at how good my deep throating felt. He exclaimed "God damn you are so good! Damn!" I got up and kissed him, and asked him if he wanted me to go prepare for anal, and he nodded at me. I smiled and kissed him again and went to the bathroom. 

I was hoping that we were going to move into the bedroom where we could get into the anal action, I wanted to ride him reverse and see my ass gliding up and down the length of him. I couldn't wait. I finished, and exited the bathroom, excited to continue the love fest. When I entered the living room where I left him, he was gone. At first I didn't believe it, and then I laughed, texted him and asked what happened. No answer. Well, I said, thanks for the good time and the bottle of Grey Goose. 

The next morning I was in the shower, got out, and saw in the mirror the very black, red and blue reminders of the night before. I was so proud of the hot, erotic, amazing time that I snapped a picture of my bruised ass cheeks, and emailed him that morning with the picture with a caption "you left these". I told him if he ever wanted to do more, I would let him, despite the speedy exit. I don't think I will hear from him again.