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The Pull

By: Pallaton



When I say that Belial was, and still is, the love of my life I mean it. He was sweeter to me than any other man ever was. I love him to the point where now that he's gone I feel cold and alone. I know that I have friends who are willing to help me, but I can't get the words out. This is why I'm talking to you; whoever you may be. If you can understand the mind of a crazy person then you can understand anyone.

When I first met Lial I was walking home late from my part time job. I mean really late, I should have been off at 11:30 pm but I was let off at 1 am instead. Now that I think about it, that's kind of very illegal. But that's not the point, my point is, I was out very late and no one else was around, which caused him to come out of his hiding. Now, one thing about Lial that you should know is that he doesn't like beat around the bush, and when we met it was a very...sensitive procedure. 

Remember when I said that it was very late? Being a smart 21 year old college student I thought it was a good idea to take a short cut...through an alleyway. You always tell the people in horror movies to never go in them, so naturally why would we travel via alleyway during the night in real life? I'll tell you now it wasn't my brightest moment. But it happened and I wouldn't change it if I could go back. 

I stepped into the small walk and blissfully made my way. I remember pulling my jacket closer to my body. It was early spring so it wasn't that warm and at night the temperature dropped about 5 degrees. 

It was then that I hear his voice. 

"Hey there," he said. His voice sounded as if he had a smile plastered on his face and that was what scared me initially. Not so much that I was hearing a voice, but that it sounded so confidante, enticing even. So I kept walking. 

Maybe, I thought, it will leave if I ignore it long enough. 

"Are you scared? Is that why you won't talk to me?" It asked. 

"No, it's because you are a figment of my tired imagination. You are not real," I said matter-of-factly. I had no time for that shit; I wanted to go home, take a shower and sleep.

I heard a muffled chuckle but I kept my pace, why run if he wasn't real? While walking I tried to imagine what he would look like if the voice was real. It was a golden voice, handsome and deep. Something that would make women and men fall to their knees. He would have perfectly crafted gold hair and a strong tan body. Tight leather pants and an open white shirt...

"You couldn't be more wrong, William. I am very different compared to your sweet delusions." 

"Fine," I said, stopping in my tracks just a few feet away from the alley exit. "Show me if I'm so wrong!"

The fact that he knew what I was thinking should have been a clue as to what he was but I was tired. I didn't think he was real. 

"As you wish," the voice sighed. It was almost like a sigh of relief. 

I turned my body and saw a handsome man with short black hair, it was gelled to stay in place and he wore an expensive looking black suit. He had dark brown eyes and a slight tan, but other than that he looked very normal to me. Well, aside from the fact that he was incredibly handsome, could read my mind and was following me at night in an alleyway. 

Yup...Normal.

"Ha ha, I know right? Sorry to freak you out." He smiled. "But you intrigue me." 

I frowned. I could see him, I could smell the cologne on him, I was sure by that point that I could touch him if I wanted to. So that meant he was real. A—

"A normal guy who reads minds...I wish, but no," He grinned. He moved closer to me. Something about him drew me in...I was mesmerized by him and the strangest thought ran through head, I want him. But yet at the same time something told me that he was dangerous—that I shouldn't go near him. 

However I so badly wanted to.

"Same," he grinned. His sexy face relaxed to show me that he meant it and his tongue flickered from out of his mouth. My cock jumped. 

The way that he licked his lips made me want to scream in pleasure and I wanted him to suck on my nipples. I never had that instant feeling with anyone else before in my life till him. It was intense and all I wanted was him. The nagging feeling in the back of my soul became stronger. 

"What the hell are you?" I asked moving an inch closer to him. I don't know why I did, but it happened. I had told my brain that I wanted to get away from him, not closer.

"A demon. You can call me Lial, but my name is actually Belial, you know him. I'm pretty damn famous if I do say so myself." He looked as if he won an award because he was Belial the Demon.

I stood there like a dumb kid trying to remember what my friend Kevin said about Belial. Kevin has always had an obsessive interest in mythology, including the current religions. If I remembered correctly he was the demon of injustice or something. And if that was the case he wasn't someone you wanted to hang around with.

"Well, you would have remembered correctly young William."

"Why are you following me?" I asked, my voice getting more frantic than perhaps it should have been. 

"Because you intrigue me." I looked at him like he was on drugs, and deep down I was hoping he was.

"What?" I asked rising my left eyebrow. The way he spoke was like it was scripted and yet he was comfortable playing the part. 

"I saw you once talking with another human. Something about you sparked my interest."

Another human...

"I...I can't believe this... this is creepy as hell." I huffed.

He was dark and creepy. He was crazy enough to be considered insane, but the more I pushed away the more I wanted to go closer. It was like he was pulling me to him.

"You doubt me, don't you? I can see it, and I can hear it even more clearly. You think I am a human who has hit rock bottom. Someone who snapped... But you're wrong, William."

He moved two inches closer to me and smiled. 

Taking in a deep waft of my scent his pupils changed shaped from that human circle to the feline slit. My heart jumped into my mouth. 

Holy shit, I thought, he's telling the truth! 

That was all he did, at least for the first time. I wouldn't have been able to handle the full transformation right then. 

"So you finally believe me," he smiled. 

I took two steps back and that was all I needed then.

I ran away.

*

Once I got home I shut and locked all the windows and the door. I clutched my upper arms and shivered. What the hell was wrong with that man? People weren't supposed to do that—to change their eye shape—but he fucking did it!

Crossed my shitty apartment and took my clothes off in my bedroom. Then I stepped into the shower and turned the heat up as the water came gushing out. 

I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he smiled at me, his voice, his scent...even his eyes were enough to get me hard, as much as they freaked me out.

With my back on the cold shower tiles I grasped my penis and started to stroke. His voice kept replying in my head. 'You intrigue me'...

As soon as I came I went to bed. I was too tired to do anything else.

*

I didn't want to but I had to go to school. If I was going to spend thousands of dollars on an education I was going to actually go to it. No matter how worried I was that he would find me. And as my luck would have it he did find me, as I was walking home...Again. 

*

"How the hell did you find me?" I yelled. He smiled at me. 

"I can hear your thoughts from a mile away." He sighed. "And I like the way you think."

"What do you want from me?" I asked. Scared, of course, but at the same time I really wanted him to touch me. 

"I want what you want, William." The demon said. 

"I want a partner. And I want that partner to be you."

I looked at the man and tried to sort out my thoughts running amok in my mind. He really did apply to me in the darkest most sensual way. But did I really want to trust a man who proved that he was a demon? Did I want to trust a demon? What would happen to me if I had sex with him? What are these feelings ECT? But, in the time span of about 5 minutes I determined that I no longer cared and just wanted to feel his heat on my body.

It was something about that pull... That pull made me want him.

I looked into his dark eyes and sighed. I felt my resolve weaken. 

"Where do you want to do this?" I asked. 

"Your place. Lead the way," he smiled.

*

I couldn't tell if the walk back to my place was too fast or too slow. We barely spoke, however his smile grew more each time I looked at him. I wanted him as much as I feared him. He wasn't human. I had no idea if he was even safe. The thought of his hand around my neck excited me, but also scared me shitless—considering it wouldn't take much to snap it in half. 

Every so often he would touch me briefly. Sometimes it was my back, or my ass, but it was mainly my hands. It was almost as if he wanted to hold my hand and show the world that I was his. But I tried thinking that this would be a once night stand. Nothing more nothing less. Or at least I wanted it to be. 

I had the keys ready while we walked because I wanted it to go as fast as it could. As excited I was I knew that this was going to be a long hard night—I was scared. At the door the keys in my hand but my fingers refused to work with me. It could have been because Lial had his hand on my hips and his groin pressed into my ass telling me how excited he was.

Once the door opened Lial shoved me inside and slammed the door shut. I was spun around and pressed into the door trapped between the Demon and the wood that separated me from the rest of the world. Lial gently brush his lips against mine. Just the small taste of him made me want more. I latched my mouth over his and I tried to open his mouth with my tongue but he refused to budge. Slightly disappointed I retreated back to my own mouth, only to have Lial invade me.

His tongue was violent and merciless as he explored my mouth. As he bit my bottom lip I shivered and let a small moan escape. Lial enjoy the noises I made and he took a hand full of my red hair and pulled, exposing my neck.

"So slender..." He moaned in the back of his throat. My heart jumped but he embraced me with small kisses that trailed down to the base of my collar bone and he started to suck, marking me.

"Aw," I moaned, "harder." I couldn't believe that I had said that. It was my first time with this...being. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go harder with him. 

"With pleasure," Lial growled. He picked me up and started down the hallway, "Where the fuck is your bed?"

"Just in there," I pointed to the only door that was shut and he nodded. 

He shut the door without letting me go. Lial made a dash to the bed and we landed on the bed with a dull thud. Lial had a deep hunger in his eyes and I shivered. I was given a clue what the night would be like.

Lial tore my shirt open; my buttons fell across the floor and bed. My hard pink nipples seemed to beckon to him as his head fell for my chest. I was hairless, everywhere. I made sure I was clean at all times, which also meant that I had regular checkups with the doctor. I liked to make sure that I hadn't caught anything. I used condoms. Usually. 

"Look who shaves," Lial chuckled, "It's like you knew I was coming for you... " 

By now my pants and underwear were nowhere to be seen and he was staring and my rock hard cock. He parted his lips and licked them as he engulfed my cock and started to suck.

I was so close to release when he stopped and I growled in protest. 

"Don't worry," he cooed, "I'm not done with you yet." His voice dropped and it sounded so husky and sinful I almost came then.

Lial grabbed my balls and squeezed, pausing my orgasm. I gasped as he flipped me over. Suddenly I was on my stomach. 

Carefully, Lial took his tie off, only to bind my wrists with it. The feel of the silk was so erotic and I let out a strangled moan. Lial laughed as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Do you mind if we go without a condom?" Lial asked, teasing my puckered rose bud. "I don't have any. I'm clean."

I went into my bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. I was surprise that I was still coherent enough to remember the lube. 

"Do what you want, I am too..." I huffed spreading my legs so that he could get a better angle. He poured some lube onto his hands as he prepped me.

"Good...I'm going in," he said as he slammed into me. 

I jumped because he filled me so fast and so hard and I wasn't expecting it. I groaned and he repeatedly slammed into me, getting faster and more violent with each thrust. At one point he started to slap my white ass, slowly turning it a brilliant red.

"Fuck...So tight...So warm..." Slap. I moaned and he'd slap again. "You're fucking mine. Got that? No one else is to touch your sexy body but me..." He demanded. I cummed on my bed with a scream and he gave one last thrust and filled me with his seed.

We both fell to the bed and waited for our breathing to regulate again. Once we calmed down Lial untied me and kissed my bruised wrists.

"I'm sorry. Looks like that hurts," he said, his eyes showed sparks of concern, but pride at the same time. Like while he was sorry for the pain on my wrists he was happy that he proved his strength. 

"Don't worry, I enjoyed it." I blushed. 

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, god yeah," I sighed, "and after that no one could ever fuck me like you just did. No worries there." Lial's face lit up with the promise of me being his exclusively. I knew that right there I wouldn't be single for a very long time. 

"I'm glad." He smiled, but I was already fast asleep by then. "Good night, babe" He whispered, kissing my forehead.

*

When I woke up that morning my ass was sore. My face flushed as I remember what Lial said as he spanked me. I looked beside me only to see that he wasn't there. The asshole had left me! I jumped out of bed to see if he had left anything for me, a note with a phone number, but I had no such luck.

I was prepared before the fucking for it to be a one night stand. But after what he said I was sure he was going to be there in the morning. 

I started to search my apartment. Once I got to the kitchen I heard some singing and my panic started to subside. I took a peek into the well lit room and instantly became hard. Lial was wearing an apron—while completely naked—and cooking.

"...The fuck?" I mumbled scratching my head. I had put some boxers on, but that was it. I could say I was getting ready for the day. He looked like he was going to go back to sleep as soon as he was done eating.

"Hello sunshine, are you hungry?" He asked, showing me that eggs were on the menu. His face was bright and cheerful and I swear I saw some blush rise onto his cheeks.

"A little; why are you cooking?" I was a little shocked that a demon was cooking me after sex breakfast. 

"Well, I woke up first and you seemed spent, so I let you rest longer. Are you okay with that or should I wake you up as soon as I open my eyes?" He said sarcastically as he placed the delicious smelling food onto some plates. I immediately stared to eat. Even though they were just eggs, they were the best I have ever had. It might have been because I didn't have to make them...

"Glad you like them," he chuckled while eating his own plate.

"They're," I took another bite of the eggs, "really good! I didn't know that demons could cook."

"I've cooked for myself for many years, William," his smile then turned very...dangerous as he let his gaze fall to my lips. "As much as I like knowing you enjoy my food, I would rather you be... slurping something else."

My cock responded eagerly and before I knew it my boxers were sporting a tent. The longer he stared at me the darker the tent became as my pre-cum soaked through. He smiled and I shivered as desire washed over me.

"Don't you have a job to go to?" I asked, slightly out of breath and fanning myself.

"Yes, actually I do. I have a case I need to go over before the hearing, so I should probably go now."

"What?" I stared at him like he grew a third eye. He has a case? What the hell did that mean?

"I'm a lawyer, I thought you knew." He shrugged and combed his ebony hair with his lean fingers.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know?" I asked meanwhile my hard on was successfully gone. I scowled because I was looking forward to Lial hammering my ass again. 

"I was well dressed," he grinned. Like that made much of a difference... 

"There are a lot of people, fyi, who dress well."

"Fine," he sighed, "Would you like an official meeting? My name is Lial Cameron; I am a high class lawyer. I don't take well to being told what to do, and I also don't like it when my possessions get taken away from me." He took a step towards me and I took a step back. The tone he was using was like he was... It was different. You knew he was angry by the way he said the words. They were cold and calculated.

"No one is going to take me away, Lial." I clutched to the kitchen counter, trying to hold myself up.

"Good," he purred. He pulled me into him and he nuzzled into my neck, showering me in kisses. "I would hate to have to punish you..." He nipped my neck and I moaned. "I should warn you though... There's this crazy fucking Angel who thinks that we're best friends. He might confront you, try to ignore him," he laughed as he walked back to my room. I followed, hoping for some more kisses.

I should have been shocked but after getting fucked by a demon knowing that there are Angles did nothing. 

"How do I know he's an Angel?" I asked. It was the weirdest question I had ever asked. 

"He'll have the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. He'll also have long hair that looks like it's been bleach one too many times. Like yours, only... he was blond before he bleached." I frowned, how the hell did he know that I bleached my hair?

"Easy dear, it's not every day you see an Asian young man with red hair like yours. It only makes sense." 

I smiled, I had my hair done a year ago and it was still a nice red. I remember that it pissed my father off when I walked into the house with my hair bright red. He gave me the money to get my hair cut because it went down to my shoulders, and instead I got it timed and colored. That was an interesting week. That was also the week I came out to my parents. My sister already knew, and my mom had a feeling that I was gay, but my father had no idea. That was also the week I was dis-owned.

"It is nice, isn't it?" I smiled, running my fingers through the coarse hair. Since then I have had it cut. It sweeps around my head and it tucks nicely behind my ears and lies on my neck.

"It is, but that's not what we were discussing, was it? Just be careful if you see him... And William, don't tell him anything about you, or me, no matter how much he asks. It'll only bite us in the ass later."

I hope you bite me in the ass later...I thought smiling.

"Do you want to meet me here around 6 tonight? That is, if you want to stay the night again." I asked, waiting nervously. He walked out of the room dressed in his wonderful, tailored suit and kissed me, his tongue ravaging me again.

"That sounds like a plan to me," the door opened and he walked away. 

*

School was boring. I really didn't like the courses I was taking but I went anyways. It would have been a shame to waste all that hard earned money. After school was another story though. I was shuffling off campus when I heard someone call my name.

"Will! WILL, DAMNIT, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" I slowly turned my head to see my buddy trying to reach me through the sea of people. He was a bit taller than me, around 6', with honey brown hair with a natural curl. His eyes were a forest green, and he had the smile of an angel... It was just too bad he didn't act like one.


The Pull Apart



Anne slipped the tooth brush from her frothy mouth and spit, flashing the mirror in front of her an overstated, almost cartoonish grin. She turned her head side to side just a bit, checking her teeth, before her lips came back together in a smile. Bright blonde strands of hair peeked from under the thick towel wrapped over her hair. She straightened herself as her thin, agile fingers reached up and ruffled the towel over her wet hair, pulling the towel up and quickly folding it in half. 

Standing straight up, the mirror missed the top of her head due to her considerable height, though still showed the slim powerful figureof her torso, her stomach, chest and arms all lean and sinewy. She pouted a bit as her hands moved to her breasts. Although her nipples and areola were admirable, her breasts were hardly large. She had no trouble covering them with her hands. Her lips pursed as she glanced sideways, brushing a tangle of long blonde hair out of her blue eyes.

Past the the misty grey, yet still translucent shower curtain, hot water streamed over a shorter, curvier figure. Even with only the silhouette for comparison, the female's breasts were a great deal larger than Anne's; a pair of great, round, soft globes. She couldn't truly be jealous though, and bit her lip as she slid the curtain to the side to look in on her beloved Helena.

Helena had a soft, smooth babyface, round, but with deep dimples. Her dark brown hair, cut to shoulder length, clung damply to her cheeks and neck as sudsy water ran down over her pale flesh. Although she was squishy and slightly pudgy around her stomach, hips and thighs, Anne found her impossibly adorable. 

Anne stepped over the rim of them tub and moved closer, bringing her hands to rest on Helena's luscious orbs of flesh. Helena gasped as her dark hazel eyes opened and she glanced up. She giggled a jubiliant high pitched giggle and reached up to Anne's face, rising on the tips of her toes to kiss her towering lover. There was about half a foot of height disparity between them. 

"Why ya gotta be so damn tall, woman?" Helena asked, her high, slightly southern twanged voice playfully curious.

"Tell me why your boobs have to be bigger than mine," retorted Anne, her voice sharp and quick yet still warm.

Helena pursed her lips and glanced off to the side. "Well, if w'both had chests like mine, we'd never get close enough to hug, da boobs would always be in da way." They both laughed at the statement, and Anne pulled her love closer, in small part because she loved the wet-warm squishiness of Helena's breasts pushing against her. Helena's small hands rested cozily on the solid curve of Anne's buttocks. The simple pleasure of a tight, loving embrace beneath a hot shower was too enjoyable to leave for the time being, and they stayed locked together in place for a few minutes.

"OK ... so this new toy store," uttered Helena.

"Mmmm hmmm. Only toy store near to us, unless we want to go out of town," said Anne.

Helena giggled giddily. She and her beloved had a strong fascination with sex toys in their young relationship, and both were quite eager to see the wares of the small shop that had opened on the nearby merchant's street. Helena reached up and smooched Anne again, deep and heated.

"Well is we gonna go, or not?" she asked with joking pout. Anne just smiled a gentle smile and ruffled her lover's damp hair. The two stepped out of the shower and went to get ready.

Truth be told, it wasn't the most perfectly pleasant day. It was on the cool side, overcast, with a light drizzle dampening Anne and Helena's neatly dried and brushed hair. They both wore denim jeans, tight denim jeans; even in public they were fond of goosing each other, and didn't like too much loose fabric getting in the way. Anne wore a thin, colorful blouse underneath a light denim jacket, while Helena stuck to a simple, faded black t-shirt under the beloved black bomber jacket Anne had given her the previous Christmas. 

Helena never failed to notice Anne was much more stylish wherever they went. Not that Helena envied her or anything, she wasn't particularly fond of colorful things. Truth be told, Anne was the only really colorful thing she loved. As they walked, Helena leaned sideways towards her blonde beloved, holding her arm as they walked. 

That needy, cuddly quality was something that made Anne fall deeply in love with the brunette at her side. Helena indeed could be very fierce and strong. But somehow, around Anne, she softened to a gentle, incredibly loving soul. Anne's heart melted whenever she was close.

The two continued their brisk walk, staying close to absorb the warmth of the other, as a chilly wind blew against their backs. It didn't take too much longer to reach the small toy store, it's high wooden and glass door guarding it's contents. The massive front window was formed of a misty type of glass that wasn't entirely translucent, for obvious reasons. Clasping hands the two pushed open the door and entered.

The inside of the store was quite the antithesis of what they expected. Most adult toy stores had tons of bright lights and bright colors everywhere, with metal racks everywhere, toys hung up on the wall, music blaring loudly. Not so here. 

The high walls of the store were a simple, bright white, the entire center area left empty. Neat, forest green carpeting covered the floors. Ornate wooden tables and cases lined the walls along the side, all the wall to the back of the store, upon which neatly sat all manner of sexual, sensual toys, completely honest and out in the open. Soft light from overhead lamps lit the the store, though not to an overpowering degree. At the back of the store, sat a short, neatly dressed man, long black hair neatly braided, the lengthy braid resting forward over his shoulder. He looked up to them with a gentle smile before returning to his paperwork.

Anne stared about with a look of wonder. "I never expected it to be so ... homey."

"Yea ... it's all tidy an' warm." She dashed over to nearest case by the door. Rows of butt plugs, arranged from tiny and unthreatening to ungodly thick and painful looking, stood beyond the glass doors of the case. "Ohhhhh ... an' a nice selection too ..." she cooed giddily. 

Anne meanwhile wondered over to a table across from her, it's surface covered by all manner of vibrating eggs and bullets, some of them remotely activated. She chuckled under her breath ... could be fun, but they already had a trio of vibrators of varying sizes. She wanted something a bit different from their usual fare. 

"We could always see how much I'd stretch," remarked Helena suddenly. Anne turned to see her better half holding a obscenely large dildo in her hands, a heavy, bright red latex monstrosity as big as her arm, perhaps larger. Anne raised an eyebrow at her.

"I just started working you up towards fisting. That thing is much bigger than my hand or arm, and I really don't want you to be hurt."

Helena pondered her words and set the massive toy back down, patting it as she did. "Well, we just gotta remember it when I can fit a bit more." Anne sighed and shook her head, turning back to the nearby cases. The quality of the store's many items was quite outstanding, and the sheer variety packed into the small space was almost baffling. Her eyes trotted from one item to the next, each having it's own quality of intrigue, but not sparking her imagination quite the way she wanted.

As she strolled further through the store, her eyes suddenly sparkled a bit as she spotted a very interesting item. A long cord, strung through several large, latex balls. She counted fourteen balls on the strand, each a midnight black color. It had a twin that was exactly the same, except it was a soft white color. She tilted her head as her mind began to suddenly concoct many delicious things to do with such items. She glanced over her shoulders, her eyes zeroing in on the delicious ass of her dear Helena. 

"Excuse me, sir?" she called out as she turned her head to the back of the store. The attendant quickly stood up and moved to her. "These balls ... how much are they?"

"Fifteen dollars for each set," he answered in a warm tone.

"I want both of these," said Anne, pointing to the two sets she had been glancing at. The attendant nodded, gathering them up and taking them to his counter to package them.

Helena by this time had scurried over to Anne's side, looking at the toys curiously. "Ohhh ... those look cool ... but, why'd ya pick those?" Anne merely peered down at her with a small, knowing smile. Helena knew that look very well. 

" ... My pussy's gonna hurt by the end of tonight, ain't it?" 

Anne merely nodded as the attendant handed her the bag with the toys. 

Helena gasped hard, her fingernails digging deep into the dark beige carpeting she was sitting upon in her and Anne's den. Anne's fingertips were still resting on her shivering labia. Helena licked her lips, trying to desperately keep herself under control. She closed her eyes as her head tilted up. Anne was down on one knee, nearly straddling her; Helena knew looking into her eyes would make the arousal even more intense.

"That's just the first bead," whispered Anne. "I mean ... I loved having them stuffed in me ... but you still have 5 to go ... then I have to get the other strand inside you ... " Her fingertips slid down between Helena's sweet asscheeks, rubbing the tiny, trembling hole there. She felt it seize up tightly and giggled.

"Q-Q-Quit ... tryin' ta'tease me ... ," stuttered Helena through chapped lips. "You're all trembling too, ya know. I can't help that I enjoy playing with those holes of yours."

"At least open your eyes, let me see what you feel."

As Anne spoke, she pressed the second ball against Helena's core. The quivering flesh made the ball quake as Anne slowly pushed it through. Helena opened her eyes and they met the feverish blue eyed stare of her beloved. The arousal was making her fingertips, her lips, her neck, any and every part of her that could feel and know pleasure, tingle mightily, and she groaned, opening her mouth as her tongue stuck out just a bit. Anne understood her body language well and met her open mouth with a heated kiss as the bead sunk into Helena's pussy. 

The brunette let out a high pitched cry against the kiss, her tongue jamming into Anne's mouth fiercely, finding it's mate. Their tongues wrapped and coiled wildly, darting back and forth over each other. Anne held the back of Helena's head and pulled her tongue past her lips, sucking on the warm, soft pink flesh, her own tongue blazing and reveling in the delicious flavor of her love. She continued to hold, and kiss, as her other hand continued slowly, torturously slowly, slipping each bead past Helena's rapidly moistening pussy lips.

Helena was nearly in tears, her hands seizing Anne's hips so tightly that Anne grunted in pain. Never once though did Anne stop her maniacal kissing. Helena's eyes fell shut again and she closed out all around her, the entire world and all reality but Anne and herself, only focusing on the intensity of physical sensation that seemed poised to burn her alive. Anne's yummy, wet tongue ... her firm cheekbones covered by soft, warm skin pressed to Helena's face. 

There was a drip drip drip against her tummy, and at last a distant part of her mind realized that Anne's core above her was dripping, her cum making it past the many beads jammed into her demanding pussy. Her mind focused in on that sensation for moment, the most sacred of this wonderful woman's juices dripping and pooling against her skin. It only made the tingle surge to a tightening across her entire body, a torturous grip of needy, voracious lust screaming in her mind and soul for satisfaction.

A new sensation gripped her. The tiny pucker of her asshole was being spread, something large and round was trying to push it's way in. Anne had finally pulled away, her lips and tongue soaked and dripping with Helena's saliva. Her fingers pushed, not too hard, nudging the bead along, trying to coax Helena's anus open to accept the latex invader.

Then came the sudden push. Helena screamed as her opening was stretched wide for this large bead. The drip drip drip on her stomach became a sudden stream as reality spiraled away. She gasped so hard that the sudden intake of air brought a sharp pain to her chest. She panted, as another latex ball was pressed to her ass. But at this point, nothing really hurt. Her body was so alive with sexual energy, that when she opened her eyes to meet Anne's again, her stare wordlessly pleaded for more, more, more.

Anne and Helena kneeled back to back, shivering. Neither of them quite wanted to move, and yet the masochistic erotic thrill was making their hearts beat so fast that they could feel the other's heartbeat as they were back to back. The massive twin strands of beads were evenly stuffed, one set for their twitching, clenching assholes, one for their quaking, burning pussies. They were intimately connected this way, and any movement from either caused the beads to be tugged and jostled about their most sensitive inner workings.

Helena's hands and fingers were attacking her nipples madly, the angry swollen nubs being yanked, stretched out from her enormous breasts, which each showed deep, random furrows where her nails had dug in fiercely. Anne's hips swayed from side to side, causing her hard, muscular buttocks to rub against the soft warmth of Helena's wonderfully plump ass. 

"I'm ... not sure I wanna move," moaned Helena, her legs shaking violently, her head tilting back and nuzzling, her dark brown hair mingling with Anne's blonde mane.

"Oh trust me, you do ... my stomach hurts, my cunt is aching ... I love it."

They turned their heads just enough to kiss each other, moaning, their lips locking tightly. Their lips pressed tightly one more time and they both leaned forward on their knees, their hands resting on the carpet. As they both lay on hands and knees, it became very apparent that the first beads (more like balls in terms of size) were pressing to the very inner rims of their orifices. Their forms shaking, they both crawled from each other, and after a few agonizing seconds, they pressed far enough away that the first beads, with loud, wet pops, exited their orifices.

Their holes stretched wide, so very wide, almost painfully, then snapped back. The feeling inflamed their pussies and asses to a maddening degree, a delicious sharp pain that made their holes surge mightily. The build to that moment, and the immediate, intense sensation was far too much, and the orgasms that raged from inside, thick juices spilling from their pussies, caused them each to pitch forward, arching their backs. The shrill screams spiked as the motion of their bodies yanked another set of beads from inside them. 

Helena panted, weaving forward and back a lil bit, dragging her nipples over the carpeting. She kept up that motion, nearly drooling as her nipples were adoring the rough strands of carpet stroking them. Her motions were causing the strands of Anne's beads to yank forward, pressing against her insides repeatedly. Anne rose on her hands and knees, licking her lips. She clenched the insides of her orifices hard and leaned forward. She looked back, watching as Helena's head flew up with a loud yelp, the edges of her pussy and ass stretching. Anne relaxed, then pulled forward again.

"St-St-Stop ... fuck ... you ... fucking tease!" squealed Helena. She quickly and suddenly moved forward, another pair of beads popping hard from her insides. 

"Ohhhh ... Helena-sweet ... so naughty and sexy to watch those beads get yanked from you ..." cooed Anne as she relaxed the muscles of her ass and pussy again. "Please ... help me get some more of these out ... "

Helena finally started to move after a few seconds, her insides burning, wanting, aching for more orgasmic bliss. Her eyes, glowing softly as she looked back to her beloved, she crawled forward slowly, and Anne did much the same. Seconds later, 2 more pairs of beads, dripping with fluids, soaking the carpet in cum, yanked forward from within them both. Helena panted, one hand flying to her breasts, jumping back and forth between the two huge orbs of flesh. The sinew in her legs was pulled so tight she couldn't even think of moving.

"Anne ... please ... can't take it .... "

The blonde looked back. "Please ... what?"

"It's too much ... " Slowly, Helena lifted one leg up and over, rolling onto her back, her powerful, creamy thighs spread wide, cum running down them in great rivers. Her trembling hands parted her labia, revealing her throbbing pussy. "Pull 'em out ... hard ... quick ... all at once ... "

"Oh my sweet lil slutling ... Hmmm ..." Anne took one strand each in her hands. "Hmmm ... the ones in your ass ... or the ones in your pussy? You did not say ... hmmmm ... such a decision ..." As she spoke, she gave playful lil yanks of each cord.

The lil tugs tortured the soft insides of her pussy and ass, causing the brunette to dig her fingernails into her labia. She pinched the folds violently hard, screaming, needing release beyond the playful torment of her beloved.

"I don't care! Yank 'em out, I WANNA CUM!!"

Those words alone, the anguished scream of her raging need almost brought Anne to climax. She turned till she was facing Helena in the same position, and gripping the cord tight, suddenly ripped three of the large beads from deep within Helena's ass. Helena nearly roared, arching her back completely from the floor as her hole raged with a burning pain that her body delighted in, the blazing agony searing through and straight into her pussy, causing another orgasm to rock her body, knocking her flat on her back as thick white cream seeped from her pussy around the balls stuffed inside. 

She stayed arched up for several seconds, gasping for breath. Anne gingerly crawled over to her lover's side, each motion jostling the beads still inside of her. As she reached Helena's side, she leaned in and crushed her lips with hard, tight kiss. She rose slightly, her free hand reaching to her pained, aching clit, squeezing it harshly between her fingertips. Anne's breathy whispers fell to Helena's lips.

"Ready or not ..."

She yanked the cord in Helena's pussy straight up, and the beads snapped out of her, 3 in rapid succession. As the last one left her, thick, heated cum poured from her corridor, squirting outwards a considerable distance. As Anne watched the orgasmic fountain of her lover, her fingertips crushed her clit, and her body pitched forward, an explosive orgasm rumbling through her pussy. She collapsed atop Helena's spasming body, gasping for air. She had just enough presence of mind to shift her aching body up and wrap her arms around the redhead, kissing her cheek and neck warmly, holding her till the spasms subsided.

Helena's head tilted back as her eyes fluttered open again. Her vision was loopy and blurry, but at last on the far wall a clock came into focus. It was nearly midnight. Suddenly, a familiar, hard musky scent filled her nostrils, and she tilted her head forward. Anne had straddled her chest, and that gorgeous, stone soild ass, the soaked, cum leaking pussy mere inches from her face. She felt a set of slender, warm fingertips come to rest on the heated outer edges of her pussy.

"No passing out on me, sexiness," said Anne, panting, her voice still full of sexually charged energy. "I haven't had a real orgasm yet!"

With that, Anne's wonderful mouth encircled Helena's delicious, violently twitching clit. Helena gritted her teeth to stop a scream, arching her hips up against the blonde's mouth. Anne merely obliged her and literally chewed at her clit with wild abandon. Helena strained to focus ... Anne knew she loved these sort of harsh sensations.




The Pull Apart



At last, Helena managed to wind the end of the strand in Anne's lovely ass about her hand, and began a slow, oh so tortuous pulling. She watched Anne's tiny pucker swell and begin to open as the ball slowly made it's way out. She brushed her sweat slicked brown hair out of her way, struggling not to scream as Anne nursed at her clit like an infant, and continued to gradually pull, watching as Anne's hole stretched wider, more and more of the ball appearing as she pulled. Anne's soft groans swelled as her orifice was tortured, her ass swaying.

At last, the ball was nearly halfway out, but Helena nearly held it there, licking her lips at the sight of Anne's once tiny hole now considerably stretched. Anne was screaming, trying to throw her body forward so the ball would exit her, but Helena wouldn't let her. 

"See, I can be a tease too, honey," whispered Helena.

Anne's head turned, biting her lower lip, her eyes shimmering as if on the edge of madness. Her breathing was loud and deep, and she was quite obviously struggling to remain composed.Helena adored that look, and after a few more seconds, at last pulled the ball all the way out, a soft, wet popping noise emanating from Anne's asshole. The resulting sound, not really a scream as opposed to a very loud, breathy sigh, was absolute music to Helena's ears, and her eye's shifted back, watching as Anne's hole slowly shrunk back. Anne was gasping for air, her face buried against the warm flesh of Helena's inner thigh.

The torture began anew, as yet another ball started to stretch her aching asshole. She kept her face buried against Helena's creamy thigh, licking, sucking, biting the flesh, it hurt but by the Goddess she didn't want it to stop. Suddenly Helena's powerful thighs closed around her head and she found her face pressed tightly to Helena's obscenely soaked pussy, the musky, overpowering scent filling her nose.

"If ya need ta'chew on something, my pussy's right there, honey," whispered Helena, her legs still holding Anne so she couldn't even move. Realizing she wasn't being given much of choice, Anne reached around, her hands clutching tightly to Helena's soft, heated buttocks as her tongue plunged deep into the feast of soaking pink flesh pressed to her face. She lapped, licked, tongue fucked, bit, nibbled, sucked, thick sticky girl cum covering face, her lips, the heady smells of sex soaking her brain till she felt light headed. She simply closed her eyes, grunting, her hips bucking as another ball finally exited her after another torturous stretching.

Helena must've enjoyed watching her asshole stretch, as a sudden surge of lava like cum spilled across Anne's lips and face. The loud breathy sigh that accompanied it, the rapid rising and falling of Helena's breasts beneath it ... she lost track of all time and everything flowed together. She kept her face buried between Helena's legs as her anus was stretched wide twice more, and at last, her ass was empty. There was a disappointment ... she had so dearly enjoyed the fullness, and her insides seemed to beg for something to be stuffed within her again.

Her body relaxed a little bit as Helena's gentle hands rubbed and stroked the curve of her ass. She was caught totally unprepared then when Helena violently yanked the other strand from her pussy. Her head flew up and back, her eyes losing themselves in the back of her head as her pussy screamed madly. Her mouth hung wide open, but no sound escaped it save for a loud panting. Distantly, yet so close, she could hear a familiar wicked laugh, but all her awareness was in her womanhood, thick droplets of warm, clear cum dripping out of her fast.

Helena slid herself directly beneath the slow, thin waterfall of juices, catching the warm liquid upon her tongue, gulping down this delicious gift of her woman's lust. It continued to drip out for a few seconds, obviously a great deal had been pooling inside her corridor all night. Helena knew this was an orgasm of the highest order for Anne, and she was glad to have made her feel so good.

Helena gently, carefully pulled the stiff, twitching form of her beloved around. Anne was breathing in staccato pants and gasps, and Helena whispered to her softly, stroking her face as she rested the blonde's head atop her soft, sweat slicked breasts. 

"Ya gonna come back to earth with me, sweety?" whispered Helena.

"I don't really care where I am ... " stuttered Anne in a dreamy, breathy tone. "I can feel you with me ... as long as I can feel you, nothing else matters."



The Pull Toy



Although we had been to several "play parties" since I had come to live with Anne, I had been fortunate to have never been "singled out" for any particular attention. I usually got to watch the other submissives get whipped or otherwise discomfited, but my main function was to serve as Anne's personal maid. When Anne prepared me for our attendance, I had inkling that perhaps this was about to change. Although she dressed me much as always, this time she used a latex corset, accessorized by latex stockings, and latex gloves. An open-faced latex hood was laced onto my head, leaving my hair in a ponytail, extending from the hood. The final addition was a combination cock ring and latex sheath that laced tightly down the length of my engorged cock. Near the tip of the sheath was a loop with a "D" ring, to which she attached a leash. I stepped into the pumps, (only five-inch heels?) and she led me out to the car. 

A half an hour later we arrived at the site of the party. Anne led me in, and a friend of hers, and her submissive met us. Anne's friend, who like to be called "The Goddess", said that her submissive was to be my attendant for the evening. I was told to be seated and after I sat, her submissive "Toy" slipped my pumps off, and accepted a pair of locking ballet-heeled ankle boots from Anne, and laced and locked them on my feet. I was getting worried now; I had very little experience in walking in them, and didn't want to embarrass Anne or myself by a bad performance, by falling on my face. I needn't have worried, for a small square cart, the like of which is used to transport furniture was brought up in front of my chair, and I was told to kneel on it. Fortunately the leather covered cart turned out to be nicely padded so my knees would not be taking a beating that evening, but it had fittings that worried me.

At the back of the cart was a female pipe fitting bolted to the cart, with another one about three inches in front of it. The one towards the front had an inflatable dildo/vibrator screwed into it, and I was directed to sit on it. Thankfully, It and I were well lubed with KY, and it slid right in until my hips were resting on my ankle boots. A pair of straps were drawn across each folded leg, and secured tightly and locked with my legs slightly apart exposing my tethered cock. The lead was momentarily removed, strung through a ring at the front, and re-attached to my sheath. This did not look good for me. While this distracted me, an iron post had been screwed into the after female pipefitting.

To this was attached an armbinder, and my arms were drawn back around the post, and the armbinder was zipped up and locked. "Toy" stepped in front of me, and showed me what was on a small post, which was to be attached to the post, my arm was bound to. Oh my! It had: A Ring Gag, A Penis Gag (with an 8 inch extension on the front) A Chin Dildo, A regular Ball Gag, and a gag with a funnel attached to it! She slid and locked the post with all of the toys attached, into a receptacle, and then grabbed the leash. Twirling on her 6-inch heels, she started to walk away, pulling me behind her. Fortunately the Cart must have had roller bearing wheels, because other than a slight pull on my constricted cock, there was no real pain.

We approached the dance floor, and in front there was a spotlighted area with a microphone, with The Goddess and Anne standing near it. After having gotten everyone's attention, Anne announced that I had been getting a little "mouthy" lately, and that as a consequence, I was going to get to use my mouth all that evening! "Toy" promptly inserted the Ball Gag into my mouth! The Goddess took the mike, and told everyone that I was to serve everyone who asked for my services, and that "Toy" would see to it that I was cleaned up and properly prepared for each new user! 

At this point tickets were passed out to the attendees, and I was towed over to a man sitting in a chair. His cock was already out, and he smiled at me as he stroked himself. "Just take out the gag, and let the sissy blow Me." he said. "Toy" complied, and pushed the cart right up to his chair, right into his drooling member. Knowing the "drill" I opened my mouth and started to suck and lick him. When he wanted some throat, he would seize my ponytail and used it like an impromptu "tapper". Finally with a roar, he began to spurt in my mouth, filling it so that some escaped around his cock, and left me drooling cum. "Toy" promptly stepped around and wiped my mouth, of the excess, and plopped the ball gag back in. 

Over the course of the next two hours, I licked and sucked, and was mouth fucked by every male in the gathering. This also included having the ring gag in and being brutally mouth fucked, and sucking off a slave who was being whipped. He gave me a real load! Interspersed were a selection of women, who I either served with my lips and tongue, or the dildo extension gag, or the chin dildo, while I licked the clit of the woman being fucked by the dildo. Fortunately, there were only two persons, one male and one female who wished to avail themselves of the funnel gag. I thought I was going to be sick when they relieved themselves into the funnel. 

As the crowd dwindled, my sheath was unlaced, and the dildo in my ass was activated. It had been regularly inflated during the course of the evening, and now it started to thrust into my much abused and stretched orifice. I was towed into the spotlight, and Anne got the benefit of my now exhausted tongue, holding my face tightly into her cunt, until finally she came. When her flow exploded onto my face and into my mouth, the dildo in my ass finally forced a massive cum from my freed cock. "Toy" performed her last cleanup of the evening by licking my face and cock clean, and kissing me before I was released, exhausted, and helped to the car by Anne and the driver. So ended my evening of being a "Pull Toy". 

I won't say I didn't enjoy some of it, because, after all, I am a slut, but it definitely cooled my fires for a week or so. Needless to say, I also was very careful about what I said to Anne, who would try to provoke me during the coming weeks, and I got a sly grin from her each time I responded correctly. She knew full well that I had learned my lesson.



The Pull



As soon as he managed to reach me the asshole punched me. "That's what you get for ignoring me you fucking ass!"

"Maybe I ignore you because you keep hitting me..." I scowled rubbing the sore arm. It seemed like everyone just wanted to hurt my body. "What do you want any way, Kevin? Don't you know I'm busy?"

"Not as busy as me. You know how hard it is to get a doctorate in psychology."

"Especially when fellow classmates think you're crazy..."I muttered, under my breath.

"And I have a part time job at the pizza place and as a baby sitter... How I got that job I don't know..." he continued eyeing my arm up. 

"But that's not what I was going to tell you. There's this guy at the front of the school who's looking for you. Says he has something important to tell you?" My heart started to thump and I agreed to follow Kevin to this guy. There was a good chance that it was Lial.

Once we got to the front Lial was nowhere to been seen. But in his place was this beautiful man. His white hair went down to the middle of his back; he was slightly tanned showing that he went outside often. He was well sculpted, and he had the brightest blue eyes ever. They were the shade of blue the sky had on a bright sunny day.

"Hi," he said. Oh god his smile was beautiful. His voice was masculine despite his feminine facial features and he looked so strong... "My name is Daemon; I'm a friend of Lial's." 

Then the warning bells in my head started screaming. This man was an angel? I could hardly believe it. 

"That's nice," I said, holding onto Kevin's arm. I was slightly scared of this guy. He looked nice, but on the surface. When I looked into his eyes I saw something else, something more sinister. Kevin, on the other hand, looked at him like he was something to eat.

"I was wondering if you knew where he was." What the fuck. How were these people finding me? I was starting to freak out when a possessive hand held me up.

"Daemon, what on Earth are you doing here?" And I suddenly felt safe. Lial is here, I had thought, everything is going to be okay. Kevin looked surprised that Lial seemed to just suddenly appear but was more interested in the accused Angel.

"I was just curious, your father asked me how you were, seeing as you no longer talk to him." Daemon smiled, his harsh words bounced off Lial and he smiled right back. 

"If my father wants to talk to me he knows how. So what's the real reason?"

"Oh," Daemon clucked, "there's the lawyer. I guess I'm here to...Check out your new toy." His blue eyes suddenly got cold and vicious while his face remained in a cheery smile. I shivered; it felt as if a cold finger was running down my spine. It was...un-nerving...

"Excuses me, but I am no toy, thank you very much." I had finally managed to pipe up and all three men looked at me. It appeared that they all forgot I was even there, which pissed me off even more, "I am no toy. Lial and I happen to be dating; if you have an issue with that you take it up with me. Don't pretend I'm not here." I warned, my voice getting darker and darker with each word. It just felt right to say that. I really had no idea why I said it, I just did. It felt normal.

"That's good," Daemon smiled, "the gods must favor you then." The gods? That was getting into shit I didn't want to get stuck in. For the most part in our relationship, Lial and I didn't talk about the gods. I didn't feel like it and he didn't like them to begin with, so we let them be. 

"Who's this?" the angel suddenly said his voice smooth as butter.

"Hi, my name is Kevin. It's nice to finally say something." Kevin stuck his hand out and Daemon firmly took it into his own. "May I ask one thing?"

"Of course, pretty little bird." I raised my eye brow at that one. Kevin? A pretty little bird? 

The man is like a monster! The fact that he has no criminal record shocks me. I've known Kevin since high school, and the guy needed consistent attention, if not I was afraid he was going to hurt someone. He wouldn't kill any one, no—he was too smart to do something that stupid—but he was always willing to hurt someone. It would probably be out of cold anger, too.

"Why is your name Daemon? You don't look like a demon, and so far I do not sense pure insanity from you. So why the odd name?" Well, no beating around the bush for Kevin.

"Irony," the angel smiled, it was that dark primal smile that he flashed just before. I shivered again, but that time I swear Kevin did as well.

"Well, I certainly like it," Kevin laughed as he started to walk away. Daemon watched as he left and let out a small sigh.

"What a nice piece of ass... It's really too bad I don't have his number." Lial and I both ignored that last comment. There was no way in hell he was going to get my friends number, at least not from me.

*

That night Lial brought studded leather cuffs. He tied me to the bed and kissed me, gently at first, trying to coax me to open for him. When I refused he used force, he lightly bit my bottom lip. I gasped in pain and pleasure and he stuck his warm, wet tongue into my mouth. He tasted so sweet, so sexy, it was amazing. This time we moved much slower, that initial need to just fuck was gone and in its placed left us just wanting to explore.

Lial slowly moved his warm hands from the back of my neck and slowly brushed down my neck, stopping just for a moment to trace my collar bone with his thumb. Once he was satisfied with that, his fingers brushed against my nipples, turning them into hard little peaks. Through my black t-shirt he mouthed my nipples causing me to moan senselessly.

"Oh, god... Lial please... Do something!" I begged as he ever so lightly dragged a finger down my stomach towards my groin. With a smirk he grabbed my cock, already wet with pre-cum.

"What would you like me to do? William, I need an answer," he husked into my ear. His warm breath seemed hot enough to burn.

"Anything! Something! Fuck me, please..." I moan as his hand slowly, ever so slowly, started to jack me off. I wanted to take over and get instant pleasure, but then I remembered that I was tied to the headboard and my hands were no longer in use.

"Very well..."

It seemed like in a single second he managed to take both of our clothes off. Not all of it, of course. I had to keep my shirt on; there was no way of getting around that unless he either took the cuffs off, or ripped my shirt open. Neither of which were going to happen.

Lial took a deep breath. The scent of sex was in the air, and then let it out again, as if smelling flowers. His breath touched my wet cock and made it jump. Next thing I knew there was the pop of a bottle of lube opening and the cold sensation of the lube running between my cheeks. Lial then pressed two fingers into my rosebud and started to thrust. After a few thrusts the slight burning left behind a tingle that made me crazy. 

"Lial," I gasped, "I'm so fucking close!"

With a chuckle Lial lubed his perfect cock up and lined it up with my hole. He bent over and kissed me as he slid home. It didn't take long for us to reach orgasm. Long strings of sticky white cum landed on my chest as Lial filled me up to the rim.

That was the moment when Lial and I decided that we loved each other. Whether we knew it or not, we both fell so deeply in love that nothing could tear us apart. Or at least that was what I thought. I guess some things just weren't meant to be.

*

Our days were quiet for a while, happily quiet I might add. We had hot passionate sex every night, never losing the luster. Each night Lial brought something fun for us to play with, and it was certainly fun. From swings to straps we played and explored what we like and what we didn't like. Then one day, out of the blue while I was on my couch studying for class, Kevin called...

"So what ever happened to that sexy guy with the white hair? You haven't talked about him since we met." 

It was like my worst nightmare was coming true. Two sociopaths meeting and becoming fuckbuddies was not something the world needed...Especially when one was an Angel. Lial said that it wouldn't be a bad thing if they hooked up. I just didn't want my best friend to be with a sadist like Daemon. They were both...too similar. 

"If you think about it, Daemon is an Angel. He was sent to Earth to spread goodness, so really, I think that Daemon cancels out Kevin's crazy. They'll be good for each other." 

I still couldn't believe it but I decided to trust Lial.

*

Later that afternoon, after I had given Kevin Daemon's number earlier that morning, I got a call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, what's up?" It was Kev. He sounded really happy, so either something was wrong or it was that 1 out of 10 chances that he was happy.

"Nothing really, studying but that's about it...why?" I asked cautiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Just went on a date. With Daemon. " 

With I sigh I flopped onto my couched and glanced at the clock. I had half an hour to talk to Kevin about his date before Lial got home.

"And? Was it good or a dud?"

"I think I'm in lust." He stated, "He's fucking sexy. He has this tight ass and I just want to bite it. His eyes are so...Jesus, Will. Was it a bad thing that all I wanted to do was to jump into his arms and ask him to fuck me into oblivion?" I smiled; I guess Lial very well could have been right.

"I guess not. I felt that way about Lial as well. It's like the only thing that matters is his cock up your ass making you feel good. Don't know what it is but it's freaking weird. And once you have sex it's the roughest and hottest you will ever have."

"Sounds like you know from experience...Will, I'm nervous. I've never bottomed before." 

That was news to me.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Dude, I'm short but that doesn't mean I don't top. I have a really strong personality and I generally attract twinks..." His voice trailed off. 

"Well, what do you want me to do? I'm a bottom, always have been."

"I know, dumbass, that's why I called. Teach me how to be sexy."

"Uh..." Okay then... "Dude, I'm pretty sure Daemon thinks you're already sexy. You really don't have to try."

"No, I want to turn him on. Like tonight. We went out for coffee at his Café and he said he wanted to see me again at eight thirty when the café closes. Will, please..." 

Dear god! I thought, he was begging me. Kevin didn't beg; he just took what he wanted.

"Tonight?" I glanced at the clock again, 5 minutes. "I guess...just give me a few minutes and we can walk to the sex shop." 

No sooner did I say that did Lial walk into the room. He looked tired but excited to see me. I assumed that he heard part of our conversation.

"What? I get here and you try to leave?" He walked up to me, grabbed my wrist gently and took my phone. "You owe me little boy." I laughed because no one talked to Kevin that way except me."Next time you take my boy away from me and I'll get you." I shivered, Lial was so dominate and it made me weak in the knees.

"Don't worry about him," I said and took my phone back. "I'll see you outside." I said into the receiver. Luckily Kevin lived two apartments away from me so we met up often. 

"I shouldn't be gone for too long, Lial." I stood up and he pulled me close to his body. He smelt like expensive cologne and I wanted to eat him up.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll forgive you as long as you bring us a treat." He gave me a devilish wink.

Once outside I found Kevin staring at a black BMW. He looked mystified as to who's it was. I popped him one in the shoulder and hopped away, to shield myself from any retaliation.

"Do you know who's that is?" Kevin asked once he had me in a head lock.

"I'm pretty sure that's Lial's." I huffed, struggling to get out. "Nice, eh?"

"What the hell does he do?" He suddenly started to laugh, "Did he steal it?"

"I'm pretty sure he didn't. I think his firm would have an issue with that."

"Oh, so he's a lawyer then? Nice, where does he live?"

I didn't know, he hadn't shown me his home yet and I felt kind of...Left out. Like maybe there was something he didn't want me knowing. So instead of answering I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, maybe he's waiting for the perfect moment?" Kevin said. The walk to the store was fast because wasn't that far from our homes. We saw it almost every day since it was on our way to the university. 

The inside of the shop always left me in the sense of awe. It was clean and crisp, filled to the top with beautiful clothes and sexy toys. But there was one section that kept catching my eye. 

The corsets. I had always wanted to have one.

I never had a reason to wear one because I was single for so long. Most men weren't into occasional cross-dressing. The look of a corset was always attractive to me. Since Lial and I started dating I had wanted to get one, and this was my chance.

I instantly walked over and found a sexy red one that I knew would show my nipples and my navel just right. It was irresistible red with black lace and I knew that I had to have it.

"Could I try this on?" I asked. The young girl at the counter said sure and showed me to the dressing room. The man at the counter raised his eyebrow but said nothing more about my taste. It took me a few sizes but I finally managed to find my size and I jumped with joy.

"So this is where you've been," Kevin sighed, "I wanted your advice on cuffs."

"Sorry, I saw this and I just had to get it." I sighed dreamily. I looked at the young girl and she rushed over to me. "I was wondering if you have any male thongs."

"Yes we do, fallow me!" She chirped, "You and your husband planning a good night?" She smiled, hopping for something to think about for the rest of the night. But I'm pretty sure that was an uncalled for question...

"No," Kev said, "this guy's my friend. My boyfriend is at home, as is his." The young girl sighed and pointed out the male underwear. I made sure to remember that this place had sexy black mesh briefs.

I quickly found a red thong that matched my corset perfectly and looked at Kevin. "So what have you found?" Kevin's face went dark and I knew he had found something. 

"Lookie lookie," he showed me a collar and a pair of leather wrist cuffs, "and I was thinking about copying you." He then showed me a white thong and gave me an evil grin.

Before we left we had found Kevin a white corset with ruffles and lace that made him look like the sweet angel his parents wished he was. 

While walking back home we were grinning like fools and we started to think naughty thoughts about how to get our lovers in bed until some asshole yelled at us.

"Fucking Fags," he yelled through his open window from his car. Kevin's face went red with rage and he started for the car. I had to hold him back by snatching his arm and leaning back.

"Calm down," I whispered, "He's probably jealous; he doesn't know how to contain it. Most homophobes are."

"I don't care! I never took shit like this in high school and I won't now," he growled staring at the man as he drove away.

"Kevin, I can't let you beat the crap out of him just because he doesn't agree with our lifestyle. We can't sink to their level." He glared at me and I swallowed. "Don't get me wrong I don't agree with him, but I don't want you in jail."

He took a moment—I'm sure—to think about his future then nodded. 

"I understand, Will, I don't need jail time right now, I'm too busy for that. But if I see him again I can't make any promises that I won't." 

I sighed, but that was the closest I got to getting him to back down. We walked in silence after that.

*

Lial left a note on my coffee table saying that he had to go home and pick some stuff up and that he'd be back. I smiled, that gave me time to get ready for him.

I ran into my room and started to change my cotton sheets into the nice black silk ones and smiled. Then I rushed into my bathroom to get dressed. After all my gear was on I looked at myself in the mirror and chuckled. I looked very...feminine and yet at the same time I still managed to look masculine.

My nipples were already turning into light pink peaks and my cock was achingly hard and leaking in anticipation. I ran my hands through my hair and threw some body spray. When I heard the door open I jumped onto my bed.

"William, where are you?" Lial called, it sounded as if he put something onto the kitchen counter.

"In my room," I called back. I heard a chuckle and creaks as he made his way into my room.

Well, well," he growled, "look at what we have here..." He licked his lips and my cock twitched in the already really tight thong. I knew exactly what I looked like in his eyes, my red hair in my eyes as I bowed my head, my hands already behind my back and my legs spread as I waited on my knees. It was a scene of utter submission, and oddly enough I was okay with that.

"I think someone is eager tonight," Lial rasped. 

I looked up, briefly, and saw that his jeans were barely containing him. I gasped, desperately wishing I had his cock in my mouth.

"Lial..." My breath was already in short little gasps and yet he didn't touch me. It was like I was out of control. It was that pull... He walked into the room and shut the door, a sly grin on his face. "Tell me what you want, William." He demanded. My cock twitched again.

"You," I breathed, "I need your cock in me, please Lial. I need you..."

He nodded and walked to my bed pulling me up to his level. He took hold of my chin and held me in place while he kissed me mercilessly. His hand snaked up my chest and he flicked my nipple causing me to moan into his mouth.

"Are you sure? Be prepared for a long night if you agree William." He pressed, moving his nose down my jaw line and into the crook of my neck, where he then took a bit of skin and sucked it leaving a deep red bruise.

I moaned and he took that as my acceptance and kept sucking. After he was satisfied with the red marks on my neck he went down to my collar bone and began to suck there. I tried to raise my body to that his face would be close enough to my nipples. He looked up at me and smiled. 

"So demanding..." He chuckled and then proceeded to take one nipple into his mouth. He then gently bit into it, leaving a slight burning sensation. 

I groaned asking for more.

"Lial..." I begged, though I didn't know what I was begging for. "Lial!" I said a bit louder.

"Hush, love, we don't want our friends downstairs to hear us, do we?" He whispered into my ear and nibbled on the tip. "I'll get to it," he smiled as he kissed me again.

He then slowly, oh so slowly, started to take the corset off; he touched every piece of skin that was revealed.

"Oh," he breathed, "Look at you... You're leaking." I was on my back and my cock was just below my belly button and my pre-cum pooling on my lower stomach. "Dear god you're beautiful, William."

I moaned begging him to touch me, to fuck me as hard as he could. Lial gave me a devilish grin and I heard the sound of a bottle lid popping. Suddenly a burst of cold shot through me as Lial pushed two lubed fingers into me.

"AH~!" I gasped, it was fantastic because he managed to brush that sweet spot, but it wasn't enough. I needed more, more of him... "Lial, more! Give me more!"

Without a second thought Lial lined his cock up with my hole and pushed in, his balls slapping my ass.

"So good," he gasped, starting to thrust, "I won't last long..." He bent over and kissed me trying his best to keep a steady rhythm.

"Neither will I." I moan into his mouth as his tongue flickered out to taste me.

Soon his thrusts became uncontrolled and I knew he was going to come. I took my cock and started to jerk off in time with him. He then slapped my hand away and took my place.

"Come for me," he whispered, "Come, Love!" He thrust up for the last time before his seed spilled into me and then I shot leaving a sticky mess on his hand.




The Pull



"I love you," I gasped, not realizing what I had just said. My face then looked pained as if I heard that someone had just lost their loved one.

"I love you too, baby," he kissed me then pulled out to get a washcloth to clean us up.

*

"That was amazing," I said as he finished cleaning.

"And that's just the beginning." He gave me an evil smile that I had grown to love. "But we should really get some food in you. Don't want you to faint on me."

"Oh," I grinned, "I hope I get to be on you."

That night we ate naked.

*

I breathed in the scent of Lial while we were lying in bed. He smelt sweet and musky, it was his cologne. I told him I liked it once and that's all he ever wore after. It was sweet and it told me how much he listened to me. It was nice. He was fast asleep and his eyes started to flicker, like he was dreaming of something. It was times like those that I liked to wake up and look at him because he was so different. He wasn't the smart-ass he always acted like, he wasn't the lawyer who always had to be right, and he wasn't the demon he said he was. He was human, he was...Mine.

He started to shuffle in his sleep and his eyes started to flicker even more. 

Shh, it's okay baby, I thought, hoping that maybe he could hear me in his sleep. The chances of that were slim because it looked like it was an intense dream. I just hoped that it was a good intense dream. Nobody wants a nightmare.

At the time, Lial and I had known each other for about a month and there was still a lot that I didn't know. I wasn't ever at his house—he was always at mine—and he never spoke about his family. I told him all about my family, about how my mother and sister talked to me in secret because they didn't want to anger my father. I told him everything. I told him because I loved him and I wanted our relationship to be open and I got nothing in return. But no matter how insecure I felt about our honesty, our relationship, I still loved him more than anything.

I loved how kind he was to me. I loved how he always knew what I wanted. I loved how when I told him that I didn't like him reading my mind he tried to block me out. I love how he was with me. I just loved him. I couldn't stop the feelings I had and I knew I should have doubted some things, but I ignored them.

I was about to reach up, brush some hair out of his face and kiss him when he jumped out of the bed falling to the ground growling. He was growling at me! I looked at him wide eyed because what I saw was not the Lial I had grown to love. He was the demon I didn't realize was real.

His midnight hair was longer and his brown eyes were glowing yellow. His teeth appeared shaper and he had more muscles then before. I was scared for my life. I shuffled to the edge of my side of the bed pushing the sheets out of my way. 

"Lial!" I shrieked, "What the hell? What happened to you?!" I started to cry and almost fell off the bed in the process. But then, slowly, his eyes started to clear. They were still yellow, but they weren't filled with the murderous intent that was there previously.

"William?" He rasped, like he was running out of air. He looked up at me and saw how scared I was. 

"I...I'm so sorry...Damn it! He always knows how to ruin everything!" He growled, slamming his fists into the floor. Still scared, I crawled my way over to my lover. I wanted to brush his hair out of his face, or rub his back, or kiss him but I was afraid that I was going to get torn to pieces. I let my hand reach out, but it was quickly returned to me by fear.

"I...I won't hurt you..." he sighed, "I would never hurt you, William." I let my hand fall to his head and I gently brushed his hair with my fingers. I wanted to tell him that I loved him but I was still so scared; it was like my voice was in a box trying to get out but couldn't. Lial looked up at me and gave me a sad smile. 

"Thank you for trying, love. I know you're scared and you don't have to talk now."

I love you, I thought, my minds' voice shaky. I really do, but that was... What the hell was that? My tears were finally starting to dry up. Lial smiled and took my hand into his and kissed it.

"That was my Fathers fault." He stood up and sat at the edge of the bed. His eyes were no longer yellow and his hair was back to its regular length. He seemed like he was relaxing more and in turn was relaxing me. "He sent me a message. By dream. And it wasn't exactly subtle."

"What was it?" I squeaked, Lial gave me a reassuring smile and I tried to smile back. I guess I was so happy he was going to tell me about his family that I forgot how scared I was.

"He wants me back home. I've been here for too long and shits happening back in Hell."

Bad things? I thought. 

"Extremely. Think paranoid Demons and Devils and a really long war." I swallowed what I had of a breath and started to shake. The thought of him leaving was horrid. It was as if I was starting to crumble on the inside. I felt a pain in my chest and I started to gasp for air.

"Fuck William, breathe!" Lial said into my ear, 

"I'm still here. Please don't worry, let me finish."

After a few minutes of Lial hugging me close to his body my breath returned to me and I sighed, resting my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. "What's happening?" I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"Depends, what are you referring to?" He gave a soft chuckle. There was defiantly something he wasn't telling me and I wasn't about to wait any longer.

"To you... to me... to us?" I whispered, afraid of the answer. I gripped his back tighter and tried to bring myself closer to his body. It wasn't possible but I had tried anyways.

"I have to go back to Hell and help my Father out and I want you to come with me. I need you to come with me... Please come with me," he begged, gripping my hair in his fist. His back was tense and I could feel his fears rising from his body.

"Why?"

"Because our bodies need to be with each other. It's our bond, William. It happens all the time, to anyone. I just didn't think it would be this...tough," he said. "Basically it means that if you and I are not together we can feel a certain pain. You've noticed haven't you?" And truth was I had. When he went to work and I went to school I felt lonely and sad that he wasn't with me. But I had just written that off as puppy love. I suddenly felt violated.

"What else are you hiding from me?" I barely said, trying to hold a grip on myself.

"Lots of things." 

Such as? I growled in my mind. 

"Let me ask you something. Have you ever felt desire like this for anyone else? Ever wanted to be with someone like this? Like you are with me?" 

I thought about it and I never really had. I thought I had maybe once or twice but that feeling faded just as they do in some relationships. I just thought that I hadn't found my soul mate...

No, I thought. 

"Neither have I. When I was a child I kept having these dreams of a boy named William. And every morning after those dreams I was sad because he left and I was always left with an ache. As a kid things like that don't make sense. So I asked my Father and he told me that it was predetermined by Lady Fortune that we were to be lovers. We hold a bond, William. Anyone can possess a bond with just about anything, but ours is stronger because of the will of Lady Fortune." The most surprising thing about this tid-bit of information was that was the most Lial had ever said about his world AND his past.

"What happens if we're away, Lial?" My body was cold.

"We'd probably fall apart. Starting from the inside out, it would start with our emotions, and then our minds, then we'd start dying. It's not a wonderful process." Lial got off the bed and crouched on his knee. "Please come with me. I want you to meet my father."

"That's... inevitable then. I would like to meet your mother as well."

"She's dead." He suddenly stood up and walked to the window and I looked at his strong stiff back. I wanted to soothe the hurt I have him but he seemed so cold and distant.

"How?" There was no point in trying to hide my curiosity. Besides I didn't want to say something that would anger his father. Dying in Hell was not my opinion of fun.

"That's... a delicate situation. It's probably best if you say nothing about it. Please." I nodded and tried to get up. My legs were numb and it was hard to walk but I made it over to him and I kissed his back.

"How long will we be gone?"

"I don't know. Hopefully not that long but you never know with Hell." He gave me a strangled laugh, a laugh of nervousness.

"So basically I have to quite School? I have to tell everyone that I love that I'm disappearing? Lial, why didn't you tell me this before?" I let go of him and took a few steps away.

"Please, you don't understand. You wouldn't have wanted to see--"

"You're damn right I wouldn't have wanted to start seeing you. Lial, I love you and I told you everything about myself! Why couldn't you do that with me?" I was hurting inside; it was like pins and needles stabbing me over and over again.

"William, please, just give me a minute to explain!"

"Not right now," I said, my face felt like stone; Cold and unmoving. "Please...just go."

I closed my eyes but I heard everything crystal clear. Every step echoed in my head, every shuffle of clothing embedded into my brain. Once the front door shut I felt my heart tear into a million pieces. I fell to my floor and just sat. I didn't move, I didn't cry, I did nothing. The events of the night replaying in my head like a movie.

I felt cold and suddenly crawled into bed. I didn't care which side, mentally at least, but physically my body wanted to be near Lial so much I ended up sleeping on his side; taking in big breathes of his scent.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

*

I don't remember how long I laid in bed. The days just burred together and I didn't really care anymore. The phone rang often but I didn't answer, I didn't care. I didn't want to care. I was tired. Lial lied to me...He's actually a demon...But I love him...But he lied...Will I die by his hands? I was tearing myself apart and it was killing me. I was so confused and scared.

"Wake up you filthy bastard!" My eyes flashed open and I jumped almost bumping my head with Kevin's.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I yelled, getting out of bed and pulling some clothes on.

"Oh no, you don't!" Kevin said pulling me close to him as he stripped me of my clothing. "You are taking a shower. Damn and you need to eat! What did you have for dinner last night?"

"Water and an apple..."

"You need a big meal, I think." Kevin pushed me into the bathroom and started the water for my shower. "You get in there and you scrub yourself good, or I will do it for you."

After a 30 minute shower I walked out of my room with fresh clothes on. I walked into my small kitchen and saw Kevin and Daemon cooking. And whatever it was smelt amazing and my stomach let out a loud growl.

"What is going on here?" I asked as I leaned in the door frame.

"I feel like he just stole my line," Daemon said to Kev, putting a bowl down. He walked over to me and frowned with both hands on either side of my face cause me to look him in the eye. "I know you're hurt but this is no way to live," he whispered to me. "Lial told me all about it." 

My face scrunched up and I pulled myself out of his grip.

"Yeah, well, he probably lied to you. That's what he seems to do best," I said crossing my arms. I didn't want to deal with Daemon if this was what I was going to get. I didn't want anyone to defend Lial.

"Probably, that was what he was taught to do when he is uncomfortable." Daemon went back to his spot in the kitchen and back into stirring batter.

"Oh, he's one of those," Kevin sighed, "Generally that happens to children who have a parent or older sibling that they look up too who lie when they don't feel comfortable. It happens often. But then again, you have to remember that most humans do that in general." I noticed the use of the word humans and looked at Daemon. It was possible that Daemon hadn't told him but I just wanted to make sure. The dominate male understood and nodded... so Kev did know.

"What do you suppose I do then?"

"Well, for starters I'd clean your apartment because it stinks to the high Hells and I can't imagine anyone living in this place. Then, I want you to talk to me about this issue you're having. We'll see what to do after that later. For now let's start with this shall we?" Kevin gave me a plate of roasted potatoes and eggs with bacon and a chocolate chip muffin and a glass of OJ.

"This is way too much for me." I complained, taking the food.

"Too bad, you're eating it. All."

*

I had cleaned my apartment, almost crying twice just thinking about Lial, and was then sitting on my couch waiting for my friends to come back. They had went out to get things for dinner and told me to stay put. So I cleaned. And thought. I was serious when I said that I would go with Lial into Hell to meet his family and I still wanted to go. But I also wanted him to realize the pain he put me through by not telling me the truth.

"We're here," Kevin announced, "and lookie lookie what we have here!" Kevin was happier after he met Daemon. He was less angry and more normal, and his evil sadistic side was disappearing. It was like the Angel was stealing all the evil and using it himself, because Daemon looked more dominate than ever. I turned my head and looked at the couple as they walked in. I was genuinely shocked when I noticed the bag from the sex shop.

"...the fuck?" I asked, standing up. I didn't know what else to do. I looked at Daemon and he gave me a smile. A shiver ran down my spine but then at the same time my heart felt like it was being torn. I didn't really understand what was going on.

"Wanna have some fun, Will?" Kevin smiled; it wasn't lustful, but more hopeful. I wasn't sure what he wanted at that moment and I really even wasn't sure what I wanted. It's not like I hated the idea of fucking Daemon. He intrigued me and I had always found Kevin attractive, but I was so in love with Lial. I didn't want to betray him.

"Tempting..." I joked, trying to hide my uncertainty, "thank you for the offer Kevin, Daemon, but I just want to be with Lial."

"Tell us what happened, then." Kevin said, "And don't skip out on details because I know everything. Daemon told me all about the Angels and Demons thing, personally it's interesting but not that surprising. The supernatural beings and aliens were bound to happen; we can't be the only ones out there in the universe."

"Aliens?" I said looking over at Daemon.

"He does have a point." The Angel said, nodding.

"On with it! Daemon stop distracting him or I will send you away!"

"Okay," Daemon leaned over to Kevin and kissed his cheek then left my home. Kevin winked at me and blushed. That was a rarity and I felt privileged to have witnessed it.

"He's being really cool about all this. I think he's going to Lial's apartment to calm him down. He said he went last night and things were worse off than here. He hadn't eaten at all, three days at least." Kevin said casually. 

"Is he okay?" I asked. I really didn't want him to be hurt and just hearing that made me want to cry.

"Yeah, he's fine. It's going to take more than a few days without food to kill a demon, I assume." Kevin brushed his hand in the air as if to send the thought away. "But right now we're going to talk about you. Talk."

So I told him. Everything, about my insecurities, about my fear of having my life planned out for me, about how I'm afraid I might die by Lial's hands. Kevin was really kind about the whole thing, nodding when necessary and patting my back when I got choked up but at the end of my little speech he stood up and punched me in the arm with all he had.

"What the fuck!?" I yelled rubbing my arm. Kevin just stood there looking like I was a huge disappointment in his life.

"Dude, you need to think about what the man said. He said that this Lady Fortune chick just wanted you two to be together. She didn't plan your whole life, so chill. Secondly, Lial would rather die than let you be harmed. So there's no worry about you being killed by his hand. Thirdly, Lial lied because he was afraid he would lose you. He loves you, Will. He's trying to kill himself over at his place because he's afraid you don't love him."

"He'll get over me and find someone—"

"No, don't even start this shit with me!" Kevin said as he punched me again, "You and I both know that won't happen. You can't even have shameless sex with two guys without wanting Lial to be there. This bond thing, it's real and it will tear you apart Will."

"How do you know?" I sniffed; I was starting to feel like a fool. Kevin got up and walked out the door. When he came back a few minutes later he was with Daemon. I wasn't sure how he made it back so fast.

"You talk to little Miss. Unsure here while I take your place at Lial's place." Then he was gone and I was left with the true sadist. We sat in awkward silence for about five minutes before either of us said anything.

"He misses you."

"I miss him."

"This is all because of his father, you know. He was right when he said that. All these little problems that he has are because of him and Belial hates it." I looked at him as soon as he said Lial's full name. It felt so foreign in my home.

"How so?" I asked, resting my hands under my chin. I felt so lost I didn't know what to do anymore and I was scared shitless at what was happening.

"His father forced his mother to marry him. His Father was so in love with his mother he forced her to marry him when she was in love with another being. An Angel. Now, his father didn't mean to do it as an act of hate. He did it to protect her, but she had bonded with this Angel and it tore her apart when she couldn't stay with him. So, she ended up dying. It was like an Angle and a Demon weren't meant to be together." He took a breath and looked out one of my dingy windows. "But the funny thing is his Father fell so in love with his mother that he had bonded with her. He's not dead yet, but he's damn near it. He's lost most of his mind and is very unstable right now. That's why Lial wants you to meet him, before it's too late."

"Holy crap," I whispered, "That's a... fucked up childhood."

"I don't know the whole story, just what my dad told me, so there's probably more to it than just that. But at least you know that's where he gets all this from. That's why he reacted that way when he woke up. That's why he lied; he wanted to make sure you wanted to be with him. He needed the reassurance, William."

I looked at Daemon and started to cry. 

"I need him," I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes.

"I can get him," Daemon smiled. In almost a flash the man was out the door, gone and on his way to my lover.

*

I just couldn't stop the tears. I waited for what felt like years instead of just minutes but the tears just kept flowing. I couldn't stop them and I was beginning to go crazy. Lial, I kept calling for him over and over in my head. But no matter what he didn't respond. I was starting to think he didn't want me anymore and my chest felt like it was being torn in two, and that only caused the tears to flow even faster. Why was this happening to me? I had thought. I didn't want Lial to leave me...

Belial! I yelled with my minds voice, I'm so sorry... 

If he was listening—and this was the end for us—I at least wanted him to know. I fell to my floor, sitting on my knees trying to wipe all my tears away when I felt a hand on my back. The hand gently rubbed and soothed all my pain and sadness away. After a few moments I wasn't crying anymore. I opened my eyes and looked at the strong kind hand. It was tan with long lean fingers. I knew those hands very well.




The Pulley



The Pulley

From a nearby workbench, I take a pulley arrangement, with a pan at one end of the rope. I attach the pulley to an eye bolt anchored in the joist above you. I place a small box on one pan, attaching the free end of the rope to the bag of ice. You imagine you can feel the chill radiating from the ice as I position it just above your cunt.

I attach a light cord to the bag of ice, attaching it to the bench you're tied to. You quickly realize that this will keep the block of ice exactly where it is positioned. I cut a small hole in one corner of the bag, right above your clit. The pan with the box exactly balances the ice block; the pan is suspended between your feet. I ruin a cord from the clover clamps to the arrangement above you. You quickly realize that, as the ice melts, two things will happen. The small hole will allow drops of water through, to splash icy water one drip at a time against your exposed clit. And, as each drop hits your clit, your nipples will take a little more weight from the pan... and the clover clamps will tighten with each drop as well.



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I still wonder how I actually got here. Well, not wonder, I know damn well how I made this mess. But nevertheless, I find myself going back in my mind to teasing You a little. My nerves of the last days, yesterday. No, even more the anticipation that the last months had been building inside me, now coming out. Playful teasing, kissing Your skin between witty remarks. I'm relieved at my ease around You, mixed with the constant awareness of my mind being set on You at the same time. Anticipating upon Your needs, Your wants, simply, because I need and want to do so. But also, yes.... I am testing You and thereby myself...U/us.

Ow I knew I went to far when I slid an ice cube between Your skin and the front of Your pants, laughing and giggling as I saw You squirm and moan. I should have stopped at just kissing You with the cube between my lips, my teeth. Caressing You while the slowly melting ice sent delicious shivers down Your spine, answered by the ones that hunted mine upon sensing Your reaction. Now I look at You and feel myself freeze as I watch Your facial expression change and go darker, the gleam in Your eyes become stern at once. Sensing You move even before I feel You do it truly. 

Your hands grab my one wrist and turn it behind my back in one swift move, making my body have to turn inevitably. I pant in pain and fright as I am thus pushed against Your body hard, arching my back trying to relieve the pain, unable to hide myself from the look in Your eyes. I whimper and blush deeply, lowering my gaze as I squirm against You slightly, trying to persuade You to let go. Ow I do not mind being pressed against You like this, nor do I dislike the feeling of helplessness this position gives me. I just hate, knowing I called it upon myself crossing a line. You body is hard against mine as You turn Yourself and pin me down underneath You on the bed. You skillfully make sure You do not lose Your grip on my wrist and turn it behind my back, making me rest my weight on it. The tension makes me arch like a bow and push up my hips and chest as my heels dig into the mattress and my breathing becomes rapid while my mind spins. My head lifts up, my lips are trying to find Your skin in an attempt to sooth Your mood and my own feeling. The movement makes me grind myself under and against Your body in vain. 

"That was a wrong move little slut." Your voice does not show Your emotions in any way, no matter how hard I scan for it. The void of any inkling of how wrongly I have indeed went makes me cringe and shiver. A whimper leaves my lips, both a telltale of how sorry I am and how much I want to turn back. But still, at the same time...

I do not think I could have really struggled even if I wanted to do so. My whole body accepting my position right then and there. What happens now is indeed in Your hands, I think, while I feel You shift Your weight. You release one hand from me and slide it over my body hard. Not a caress this time, but a rough, claiming gesture, fitting the look in Your eyes. I moan as I feel my body react despite it all. The feeling of Your hips pinning mine down, my own movements, Your hands swiftly sliding over my skin, pulling away the cloth that covers my breasts as Your large hands grab the tissue, mould it, knead my breasts each in turn, stirs the heat for You inside me, no matter how hard I try pushing it back. I do not deserve to feel this now. 

"Not such a smartass now, are You?" I hear a wicked chuckle in Your voice, not really sure You wanted to show that even. At the same time Your thumb and forefinger take a tight grip round my left nipple, squeezing it between them instantly as You flick Your wrist, turning the little nub that screams out in sudden pain. Ahhhhh, I cringe and moan hard, my body tries to lift itself, tries to avoid the pain, refrained by Your other hand and You body still keeping me locked. My hips buck up involuntarily and I take a deep breath and sigh coarsely as I breathe out slowly and try to take in the pain. The movement makes Your weight shift and Your pubis grinds against mine roughly. I feel Your cock brush against my mound and I cannot help moaning again, louder and with a needing ring to it too this time. My blush deepens even more as I become aware of the lust and need building inside. My body quivers, Will I ever be able to simply accept the response You illicit in me time after time? I realize, that is maybe even.....my deepest submission, aware that this makes me depend on You so deeply. And I realize as well, You damn well know this too as You repeat the same movement. This time, simply, because You want to do so. The feel of Your slowly building erection grinding against me so close to my now ripening cunt. I know I am getting wet even now, my lips swelling in need and anticipation, craving Your touch. 

But nothing of that now. I feel You stir and dare to open my eyes slowly. I watch You silently and remorsefully from under dark eyelashes, my own breathing sounding so loud now. "Stay" is the only thing You say as You release the grip on my wrist fully now and slide from my body. I gasp upon the release, push back the urge to slide my arm from underneath me and ease the painful stretch upon my shoulders. My eyes merely follow Your move as I nod slowly, a barely inaudible "Yes Master" leaving my lips weakly. 

I find myself in that same mindset even profounder, as I feel Your fingertips and nails scratch over the skin on the inside of my free arm, running towards my wrist in a teasing, tantalizing move that makes me struggle to lay still. I am having trouble allowing myself the delight and pleasure I am experiencing, whilst my shame upon my earlier actions is still so much there. My attempts to keep myself from nudging myself against Your touch make my body quiver visibly. I turn my head and watch You with trepidation in my eyes. I cannot find words and my mouth feels so unbelievable dry as I see You grab my cuffs from the bedside table. I lick my lips, more in nervousness then anything else, breathing deep slow breaths as I follow Your every move. My eyes fly from Your hands that fumble with the cuff, locking it securely round my wrist before pulling my arm wide in securing it with a bondage rope to the leg of the bed, to Your face. Your expression so much one of focus, not showing what You think or feel. I remain silent as I lean back my head and let all sink in a moment while at the same time following Your actions. I am moaning when You pull the rope tight, making me turn sideways slightly, my arm stretched out wide now. 

You move around the bed in slow, deliberate steps, the soft thuds of Your shoes on the carpet echo in my ears. I refrain from lifting my head and merely squirm as Your hand slides over my right leg, roughly pinching a fold of flesh on the inside of my thigh, urging me to spread out wide silently. I comply swiftly and feel the fabric of my skirt hoist up around my thighs and ass. Your fingers sliding down, in between pinching random folds of skin, towards my ankles. The almost casualness and slight roughness of Your moves without any tenderness now, weirdly enough exciting me even more. Your awareness of what is lying splayed in front of You now being Yours, so vividly noticeable in Your actions. I hate and relish it at the same time, knowing...You are right.  

I feel the steady thud of my heartbeat in my belly, my loins, even my nether lips and clit as I am spread out like this. Vulnerable even with layers of clothing still around me. The clicking sound of also this cuff locking in place, followed by a strong pull that makes my body turn to the other side now and make my leg muscles strain, only adding to this notion inside me. 

I bite my lower lip hard, keeping me from moaning out loudly and lift my hips up towards You, showing You my need in such an obvious gesture. I do have some pride left inside me! 

Your low chuckle makes me feel caught in my thoughts. I growl helplessly, knowing I indeed am just that, as You sternly command me to look at You while You bend over. Your one hand resting on the bed, the other one lifting my skirt slowly, giving the cool air in the room time to play with my flushed skin. I whimper out loud in a begging tone as I feel your finger dip between my swollen moist lips unceremoniously in one swift move. I gasp loudly and toss my head back, now indeed lifting my hips as You slide into my cunt once. You slide it deeply in and out, ignoring the clasping of my muscles around it and lifting Your finger in front of Your face. My juices on it gleaming in the dim light, the mere sight makes my eyes widen and my breathing catch for a moment. Why do I even feel this caught?

Maybe because You bend over and advance on the bed, towering over me as You slide Your finger over my lips. The smell of my arousal, my need, my lust but also, delight so obvious on the air. Deviously pointing out my need, denying me my denial, I hear Your voice low and vibrating. "The brat enjoys failing me?" I open my mouth instantly, wanting to defend myself, deny it even now. My own smell and Your in my juices covered finger resting on my lips, disable me to do so without feeling more foolish than I already am. I close my lips and bend my head while lowering my gaze. I cannot bare to look at You now. And certainly not after I hear Your next words. "Hmm, lets find out if You still like it that much when You are helplessly begging me, maybe that reminds you of your place." I simply whimper and close my eyes tightly, try to remain calm while each breath I take reminds me of my undeniable lust breaking through my feelings of shame.

You slide down from the bed again, Your hands trailing over my body igniting it even more. Your touch feeling like a electrical bolt running through me. Ever so slowly You run Your fingertips over the inside of my thighs down to my left ankle, tickling and arousing my skin and senses even more. Your grin is almost audible on Your breathing, when I feel and You see, the goose bumps arise on my skin. The contrast with the rough movement that pulls my legs wide apart while You fasten this too now cuffed ankle to the bed, feeling solely like another proof of who is in control here. 

And there I find myself, at this moment still having some sort of control left. I still could just rise, slide my arm from underneath my body and release either the cuffs from my limbs or the rope stretching my body wide open to Your gaze and whims. Funny, even that realization is so clear in my head now. Moments ago, I was not even bound at all and I never even thought of getting up then. Somehow now I do, realizing maybe that longing for something is not the same as doing it at all times and also; do I have the trust in You to surrender even now, while Your mood and feelings are not totally clear to me? 

My thoughts are interrupted suddenly as I become aware of You standing beside my head, looking at my from Your height down. I feel Your eyes burn my skin as Your gaze slides down over my body. You stretch out Your hand and let it hover in front of my face. The slight beckoning motion of Your fingers makes me aware of You indeed wanting me to surrender that last possibility as well. I just....Freeze, unable to move at all. I so much want to turn my body and slip that hand from underneath it, offer it to You and make amends, but somehow I cannot. I do not know why, but I need to hear You say it. Maybe need to know in offering it I am indeed also in Your eyes showing what I should now. But I struggle still, so much wanting to do this myself, to give without reluctance. 

Our actions collide. I hear Your words. "Give me your hand snowy" while at the same time I already am seeing more then feeling myself stretch it out towards You, fingers and hand trembling heavily. O/our eyes lock unto each other as You fingers slide around my underarm and with slow calculated movements fasten the last cuff too. I try to swallow away the dryness in my mouth to no avail. I hide my face against my arm the moment You place it besides me and start fastening the ropes, the slow tightening of the ropes that makes my muscles protest adding increasingly to my awareness of being simply: widespread, opened up....and.....left to Your every whim. 

You walk away, out of reach for my eyesight and I close my eyes with a long sigh. I automatically twist and turn my body on the bed, each time my movement is prohibited by one of the cuffs, I am startled a little. At the same time this gives me the room I need, to accept the fact I made this choice myself. Made indeed...no more choices now.

I am aware of You rumbling around in the hotel room. I hear noises I cannot place at all. The running of water, opening of closets and closing again, the clear clinging of metal objects being put down. In fact, there is not much room in my thoughts to really even try focusing on them. And while I slowly start surrendering to the helplessness inside me, I smile upon realizing the sounds I hear at least mean, that You are probably not planning on simply letting me stay like this and give me more time to think upon my acting then I would like to have. 

I feel the mattress move underneath me as You place first one foot, then the other upon it. The movement makes me open my eyes automatically. They grow wide and at the same time I gasp loudly, my mouth probably simply dropping open, followed by frantic swallowing and my body moving against the bonds. I, myself even, have no idea why. All I can think of is: He cannot....he simply cannot do.....

Oh, You can and do so. I moan at seeing You skillfully attach a pulley to the bolt in the ceiling and I know in a way instantly where You will take me. The mere thought makes me shiver and squirm in the bonds even harder. Doubt in my mind allover. As much as I love You pushing me, the thought of You asking something that I might actually fail You in...oh no... And....certainly not now!

I realize Your mind is not only focusing on the task on Your hands, as I hear You chuckle wickedly. I look into Your eyes and see You are actually enjoying seeing my struggle beneath You. Oh, how I wish for that earlier blindfold now. Realizing it, is hard enough, but I simply cannot but look and let all sink in vividly. As shivers run through my entire body, visions of ice run trough my mind. I feel chilled, almost like I feel the cold already on my skin. I twist and turn gently, more letting the tension in my body out then anything else, as my eyes keep roaming from You to the pulley arrangement. Your towering form highlighted by the daylight seeping in through the curtains. You look...Mighty, that's the only word that comes close now. 

Once You have attached the pulley, You suddenly with a smack rest Yourself on Your knees in between my wide spread thighs on the bed. The sudden weight shift makes my body bounce on the bed slightly and the tension on my cuffs rises for a moment. You just sit there and watch me intensely. Your eyes caress my form, I feel them on every inch of flesh Your gaze passes. And I react, oh yes I do. Slowly my body starts to move with each breath I take, a subtle but undeniable rise of hips, a chest being lifted, fingers fidgeting, trying to reach out for You. Please just...touch me. 

"Oh my God!"

I hear the click before I feel the cold steel of the Swiss army knife on my skin, the blade slowly presses against the inside of my left knee. My whole body stiffens, its muscles tremble in effort, my breath rages between whimpers of fright. The moment I feel the blade slowly travel upwards, denting my skin as Your press it down hard enough to make sure I notice each and every inch You travel, not hard enough though to break the skin. Each movement makes my breath catch and soon I am nothing but skin. Every part of me focuses on the trail upwards You make, my eyes shut tight, lips open in repeated gasps and whimpers. Yes...I am scared. But also know, You'd never do anything that would hurt me beyond what I can take. Would You?

I feel Your free hand gather the skirt that's wrapped around my thighs in a mess after my earlier struggling. You tug on the clothing, expose my widespread lips. The are engorged, moisture glittering on them clearly, the cool flow of air combined with the cold metal near to them pointing out the extremes; My growing heat and the cold. The tip of the blade is scratching the swell of my lips now, it feels like a never-ending moment. I moan out loud, not sure myself whether it is out of pure heat or scare, or simply always both. The sound of ripping cloth the moment the knife leaves my skin is overwhelming as You place the knife in the cloth of my dress, then lay it aside and grab the torn up fabric in both hands, tearing it further open with one big powerful motion, exposing me fully to Your gaze again.

The heavy pull combined with the cool of the room hitting my flushed skin once more overwhelming me. My hips rise as the fabric tears down to the waistband, leaving the silky layers of cloth to fall against my thighs. My body arched tout against the mattress, my eyes closed firmly and my lips opened in one large gasp I tremble like I never did before. My breathing is rapid and deep, frighteningly moving my chest and belly with each tug of air, making me move as Your fingers twirl round the waistband, pull it up and I feel the tip of the knife against the soft delicate skin of my belly now. The point pressing down slightly for a moment, making my body freeze in midair, hips lifted as high as my bonds allow. Every tendon and muscle inside me quivering now from the tension inside me. Both at not wanting to fail You and being simply...intimidated by the knife You yield. Or is it by You Yourself?

I feel You tilt the knife and rest its handle on my belly, the cold steel of the blade resting lightly on my mound, Your hand keeping it in place firmly. Then, I moan softly. Your free hand slides over the inside of my thigh upwards, a gentle, soothing caress. I exhale deeply, slowly feeling my body sink down against the mattress, resting my limbs. You keep stroking softly, repeatedly following the same path up and down, barely touching the skin and gradually, I almost forget about the knife. I focus on Your hands, and O/our combined breathing, finding safety and comfort in it once more as my heartbeat slows down a little. 

The same moment I become aware of that change inside me, as I feel myself relax and open up towards You again, You must have sensed it too. I feel Your hand leave my skin and with one swift move grabbing my skirt again, lifting it from my skin and slicing it down with the sharp knife. The moan that escapes my lip this time not out of fright, but a reply out of both gratitude and surrender, the turmoil in my head this time from realization of the depth of Your control. 




The Pulse



I don't know why I came.

He isn't the kind of man I want in my life...in my bed...in my head. But when he called, his dark whisper coiling in low, slow convolutions between my thighs...I came.

I hear my feet carry me across the carpet toward his apartment, and I stand at the doorway to my own undoing, not knowing what lies inside. I should turn and leave...run... this is not what I want... but a curious pulse, nestled deep in a place where only his whisper can reach, forces me to stay. After all...I'm here aren't I? 

I came. 

I ring the doorbell, my finger stuttering on the small black pebble beneath it...but no one answers. I press again...and a third time, my resolve faltering. Is he here? Will he open the door? The pulse, so persistent, so invasive, fills my head...my body... throbbing in a rhythm that leaves me helpless to resist. And so I turn the knob, an accomplice to the act, and enter his world.

It's dark inside, as dark as my imagination, as dark as my fear that he may not be here. I should leave...I've been given a reprieve...but I stay. I have no choice.

My eyes scan the living room, lit only by the flickering murmur of the fireplace, and then I see him...sitting on the sofa...his silhouette chiseled in dark relief by the flames beyond.

"I'm here," I say, my voice shattering the very air I breathe. "Tell me what you want."

Silence.

The door closes behind me... mute confirmation that this is irrevocable...and I cross the carpet toward my lover. My purse slides to the floor, but it falls silently, unnoticed, as I listen to the stillness of the room.

A log pops...sizzles...and falls glowing on the hearth, but his eyes are for me alone. 

"Come here." he whispers, his tone sure...intense... drawing me ever inward. "I want to watch you."

He points with his right hand, clasping a bottle of microbrew, private stock, to a place between his thighs. Obediently, I close the gap between us, my heart and "pulse" beating a frantic duet. 

Slowly, as though the race has already been run...and won...or lost...I reach up and begin to unbutton my blouse. My breasts feel heavy, engorged, and I have a need to feel them touched as only he can. But he sits ...and watches...his brew in hand as I expose my body to his smoky gaze.

My blouse hangs limply from my shoulders, its buttons abandoned, and I look to Him for direction. He nods, and I let it slip downward, around my waist...secured by the belt which holds me together.

His eyes linger impatiently on my bra, and I know what he expects. Wordlessly, I twist my arms behind my back, my fingers searching for the flimsy release, my nipples pressing urgently against their black, satin confinement. And then...like my purse...like my resolve...it slides silently to the carpet at his feet.

He watches soundlessly...hungrily, as I begin to release my belt...to add my skirt to the tiny pile of mute offerings. "No," he says, "Pull it up...around your waist." I'm confused. This wasn't in the script...a new act has been written to this erotic play, and I wasn't informed...but I obey. Slowly I tug the soft, slinky fabric upward, exposing the black nylon that embraces my quivering legs...the thin elastic bands which hold them tentatively to the satin garter belt that he insists I wear.

I pause...what now? The Director has abandoned me. I wait while he sips his cold brew...his eyes heavy-lidded ...intense.

"Take them off," he murmurs, his voice a monotone... allowing for nothing but abject obedience.

His demand for improvisation curls uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. Should I...no...maybe...what does he want? Silently I slip out of my heels, and place my right foot on the sofa beside him. His left leg lies unmoving between my knees, and I find this both threatening and erotic...a symbolic invasion of my personal space...my intimate arena.

I lean forward and release the clips which hold my stocking, rolling it carefully downward over my calf...toward my toes...but then I stop. His hand explores my thigh...sliding upward...and my pulse races out of control.

I close my eyes as his fingers slip boldly beneath the brief wisp of my panties...between my legs. I feel a tug...hear a snap, and one more barrier falls before his gaze. I rest my forehead upon my upraised thigh. praying for strength to calm the quivering of my knees...but I'm on my own. After all, this was my choice, wasn't it?

And then he thrusts...2 fingers...(three?)... deep inside of me, chilled from the microbrew. I gasp in surprise.

"You're wet," he says, his voice penetrating beyond his reach. "Have you been fucking yourself?"

The crudity of his question...his feigned banality, strikes me like a slap in the darkness. Was that an accusation or a request? Again I doubt my reason, my compulsion for being here...with him. He's not what I want in my life...not the type to console and nurture...and yet I came.

I search his eyes once more, uncertainty rising in the pit of my stomach. What will he say next...do next? What does he want? What do I want?

Slowly he unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper, and the next act becomes clear. I sink to my knees, my face buried between his thighs as it has been so many times before. His gaze wavers minutely as I free his hardened shaft from its confines. I was in control...for a second...but no longer.

I feel his fingers twining in my hair...his grasp becoming unrelenting...demanding. I touch my tongue to the very tip, the Rubenesque heart of his sensuality, feeling it undulate against my lips. He groans. Am I in control now, I wonder, or is he?

Roughly he pulls me toward him, burying himself deep within my throat. I panic. This is too much. I try to pull away, but I can't...I never can. My own needs go unfulfilled as he thrusts himself into me again...and once more. And then I find myself on the floor...the ceiling a maze of acoustical dots swirling before my eyes.

"I want to watch you." he states again, his voice my commandment.

Watch what, I wonder? What's expected of me? What is his pleasure...his diverse delight now? I stare searchingly into his eyes, dark...dominant...piercing, and suddenly I know.

Slowly I draw my finger across my breast, its nipple swollen painfully with need, and traverse the quivering flesh of my abdomen. I ignore the folds of my skirt, still bunched around my waist like some forgotten remnant of another time, and push between my thighs, feeling the satiny smoothness of my one remaining stocking brushing against my knuckles.

My gaze once more seeks his approval. (Is this what you want?) it asks in mute desperation...(Is this what you want from me this time? )

He swallows, his hand fondles the microbrew once more, and he nods. I am to continue. The play must go on.

I close my eyes, blocking out the flickering undulation of the flames against his skin...in his unwavering stare, and feel myself becoming lost in a world of my own making. My French manicure slips warmly between the delicate folds at the apex of my thighs, eliciting a fresh, warm rush from deep inside me.

I arch my throat and search unerringly for the tiny spot that I know will set me free... the yearning hub of my sexuality... my release. Tentatively, at first, I begin to stroke, feeling it harden and grow beneath my fingertip...an erection in microcosm. I begin to respond...my breath coming in ragged gasps as the friction builds. Deep within my body, a spring begins to coil, tightening with each stroke, leading toward the cataclysm that I know awaits.

I hear Him shift in his seat, but I am beyond that now...beyond him. His presence is lost in the moment...or is it? I can't stop now...I won't. And then I feel him between my thighs, his hands capturing my wrists, imprisoning them above my head. Dimly I try to remember...was he naked before? Did I imagine the rasp of his fly against my cheek?

I hear my cry rend the stillness as he enters me, his throaty chuckle acknowledging my need. I struggle against him, my body gratefully accepting the hard thrust of his shaft within me. I am pinned like a butterfly on a mat...but I want more, so much more. I'm lost in his scent...his masculinity...I shouldn't be here...but I came.

Over and over he plunges deep into my very being. The room fills with the primal sounds of our joining. This is not love...not a meeting of the soul, but rather a timeless urge that defies us both. Am I his prisoner, or is he mine?

A delicate sheen of perspiration forms on his upper lip as he labors above me...inside of me...his thrusts becoming more demanding with each passing moment. I grasp him tightly between my thighs, and feel him struggle for freedom...for dominance...but it is not to be. I have him where I want him now, and I will not relent.

The room begins to harden and crystallize behind my eyelids...and then, with one massive thrust I feel myself shatter beneath him. His body stiffens, stills, and I hear a low groan escape from his lips. He falls unceremoniously atop my quivering form, covering me, holding me fast. And then, in an instant he rolls aside and I am free. Our time is over. The pulse that drew me to him is silent.

I watch him as he lays, lifeless in the flickering firelight. My clothing is in disastrous array, but I'll cope. I always do. Silently I organize myself, but he remains unmoving, unheeding. I remove my second stocking, and stuff the pair into my purse along with my discarded bra. The panties are a total loss...let him keep them. I'll never wear them again.

I smooth my clothing back into place. This round is mine, I think as I silently remove myself from the apartment. It always is. I'm the last one standing...am I not? 

Silently I retrace my steps down the carpeted hallway toward the waiting world, his seed still slick between my thighs. This will be my last visit here, I promise myself for the hundredth time.

I'll never come this way again.



The Pulse



Music began to pump as she walked from the bar to the dance floor, her hips swaying in time to the pulse of club techno. She was supposed to be waiting for her date, who was so far more than 30 minutes late. 

Not caring when or even if he showed, she began to dance amongst the crowd, feeling the music and imagining the pleasure of a darkened room and the feel of flesh upon flesh. With her legs slightly parted she moved her hips in a slow circle and moved her body upward, slowly, deliberately rolling her upper body while she licked her lips. 

There was nothing but the flashing lights and the music so loud it drowned out rational thought. Her hands traveled from her hair down her neck to the side of her breasts, then down over her hardened nipples pressing her warm hands over her thin tank top she let her hands move out again to her hips. her right hand rested on her pelvic bone while her left came back up to brush her hair from her eyes and keep it from obstructing her vision as she moved her head from side to side in time with the beat, her eyes scanning the crowd, looking out at no one in particular, she was aroused by the feel of her own body and the thought that she was most likely being watched. The song changed and she was lost again in the different beat. Each song seduced her in different ways and as her hands continued to explore her body through her tank top and skin hugging jeans, she discovered her pussy was so wet that her jeans were damp. The feeling of friction between her legs from the seam of her jeans made a small moan escape her lips. As her hips shifted from side to side she could feel her own moist heat in combination with the sensual motion of her upper body. 

He watched her from the bar as he took another drink from his bottle of Sam Adams. He wasn't one to frequent the club scene but tonight was different. Tonight he felt like feeling that comforting buzz of alcohol and the rush of all the sexual energy that hangs in every club's air. He could tell she wasn't interested in anyone else in the room. She was focused on the music and her own self- pleasure. His eyes moved from her hair to her eyes which were half closed to her half smile that was full of promise. His eyes traveled down her pale throat to her exposed chest and her low cut top. By the time his eyes were at her the waist he had put the half finished beer on the bar and was walking toward her. His pulse jumped with a hint of nervous anticipation coupled with a desire to touch her form. He wanted to feel for himself the tightness of her jeans and slide his hands up under the very edge of her top. He wanted to feel her warm flesh as her body undulated in time. He wanted to be the reason her head rolled back on her shoulders, her mouth open in a silent exhalation of breath.

He placed himself slightly to her right and began to dance himself, all the while his eyes never leaving her. As he let the beat wash over him he moved closer, his body wanting to feel her skin against his. 

He wasn't the most subtle of men, but she would have noticed him even if he was. All of her senses were heightened as she watched him move as she continued to dance. He would have been handsome in normal lighting and regular circumstances. Here on the dance floor he looked like sex personified. Her body worked independently of her brain as she moved closer to him. She wanted him. Not just for a quick kiss and bump and grind. She imagined all the things she could do to him and all the things he could do in return.

In an instant their bodies touched, her back pressing against him. The feel of his hard cock straining his black jeans and pressing hungrily into her made her lips turn up in a smile that could be described as anything but innocent. Taking his hands from his sides she placed them on her hips and moved them forward, the tips of his middle fingers grazing the top of her pussy. With his arms around her, and his hands pressing her to him, she took that moment to roll her body, grinding herself into him with an almost tangible need. They moved together like liquid fire as she turned to face him straddling one leg while she slipped her left hand down the back of his pants.

She wanted him. Before he was unsure but as soon as they touched he knew how this night would end. When she faced him, he leaned in so his lips were almost touching her ear and whispered to her. With that increasingly familiar smile she turned her head to face his and with her right hand holding his neck she pressed her lips against his. It was neither soft nor gentle and heat flooded his body as her tongue began to play with his. She broke the kiss far too soon and grabbed his hand pulling him off the dance floor, heading for the exit. 

She led him out into the cool night air towards the parking garage where her Jeep was parked. She normally never took guys home but this one was different. She wanted hours of play, not minutes, and the best place for that would be her own bed. She unlocked the doors and watched him slide into the passenger seat without any hesitation or questioning glances. Before she could even put the key in the ignition he leaned in for another kiss, his mouth claiming hers as his hand went under her shirt to her back. With one fluid motion he sat back in his seat pulling her with him until she straddled him. His left hand pulled down her top as he trailed his kisses down her neck to her breast where he teased her hardened nipple with light kisses and a few quick flicks of his tongue. As she gasped in surprise of such contact he kissed her breast deeper, sucking on her and running his teeth over her warm flesh. Her hands came up to his head in response, pressing him to her while she grinded her pussy against his throbbing cock. 

Forcing his head upward she kissed him while hurriedly unfastening his jeans. An impatient moan escaped her lips as she grabbed his cock and pulled it out from his confining pants. It was too tight in the Jeep for her to get her pants off quickly. She wanted him inside of her now. She moved her hot mouth down his neck and chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing is hard smooth chest. Starting at the center of his chest she trailed her tongue down him, kissing his navel and moving down. As her lips caressed the tip of his cock she began to unbutton her own jeans. As she slid him into her mouth she moved her right hand into her pants, her pussy dripping in anticipation of pleasure. With most of his cock inside her mouth she moved her tongue back and forth, pressing on him she began to suck as her own fingers touched her wet clitoris. The feel of his cock inside of her made her desire flare almost to the point of pain. She wanted all of him, she wanted to hear him moan as she pleasured him, moving her mouth back and forth as she sucked and licked her tongue and lips playing with his tip and then thrusting quickly as she took him into her mouth. As her tongue felt the smooth heat of his eager cock, her fingers explored her pussy; using just the right amount of pressure and speed she moved her hand back and forth inside of herself. She cried out against him as she removed his cock from her mouth and trailed her wet tongue from the tip of him to the base and farther down. Her tongue flitted twice before she took his balls into her mouth where she continued to suck and tease, her tongue quickly darting against him. As her mouth moved back to his cock and his hands clenched her shoulders, her hand moved more urgently inside of her. She deep throated him and sucked harder and faster. With a loud exhalation he came inside of her, his breathing ragged as his cum filled her mouth. Her body tensed and as the hot cum slid down her throat she orgasmed, her back arching as her eyes rolled back into her head. 

He looked down at her as she licked her lower lip, her eyes still closed as though she sought to keep what just happened in memory. Every sensation locked away in the hopes of immortalizing this rather unusual and random occurrence. "She really is beautiful" he thought as his eyes moved from her tousled brown hair that fell to the ends of her shoulder blades, to her bare shoulders and back up to her lips. She opened her eyes and he saw the smallest glimmer of uncertainty flit across her features. Her eyes were a mix of blue and green with a ring of gold separating the two. She returned his gaze and smiled softly as though the two had just shared a private joke. He heard a zipping sound and realized that while she was pleasuring him, she had decided to take care of her own needs as well. He was too caught up in what she was doing to him to notice and now that he did, he mentally kicked himself. He wanted to be the one to touch her and make her moan. The idea that he just sat there while she did everything for both of them made his face flush.

"Here comes the awkward part" he mused as she climbed back over him into the driver's seat.

"Uh..." he started hesitantly.

Placing a finger on his lips, she half-smiled and said, "You can get out of the car now, if that is all you came for, or you can tell me where you live."

"I'm not getting out of this car," he uttered softly, his eyes catching hers. "What is your name? I can't keep calling you 'Beautiful' in my head."

"I think we've already gotten past the cheesy pick-up line stage of the evening." She laughed with a shake of her head. "I'm Andromeda, or Andi if you prefer."

He didn't quite know what to make of her. She was right, that whole 'beautiful' line sounded cheap as soon as it passed his lips, but the thing was, he really meant it. There was something about her that just made him want to stay around.

"I'm Tristan, and I apologize for that line. You really are beautiful though." He said with a grin. "I live on City Island. You just take the Hudson to the expressway and there'll be an exit."

With the turn of a key, the Jeep roared to life, the radio began to blast electronica, making the back of Tristan's head buzz.

"Oh shit," Andi said as she turned it down quickly, "Sorry."

"Don't be." He replied as she put the car in drive and headed for the garage exit. 

The drive was mostly silent. It wasn't that uncomfortable silence that makes people clear their throats and shift in their seat; it was the companionable silence of two people lost in thought. Andi had never spontaneously gone home with a man. Now, the implications of her actions made her slightly dizzy. She didn't regret a minute of it; she just had no idea what was going to happen next. Well, she had one idea.

Although Tristan was not new to entertaining women at his house, Andromeda's approach threw him through a loop. He felt as though he was the one being pursued. She had complete control of herself, and the situation. Normally, when Tristan brought woman home, he started off by impressing them with his ride, a black Lotus which was currently sitting in a corner spot, three levels above where Andromeda had her Jeep.

As they neared the right exit Tristan put his hand on Andi's arm and said, "8B and keep to the right when we come to the fork."

She flashed him a smile and followed his instructions.

"It's this one right here," Tristan said, pointing to the wood and brick duplex. "You can just park in my spot there." Tristan looked up at his current dwelling and silently wished for about the thousandth time that he could afford a real New York loft. But again for the thousandth time he reasoned with himself, the Lotus was a more practical buy. Even at sixty grand, the idea of starting to look for the cheapest lofts under the 'less than 1 million' price tag, made his extravagant car seem like chump change. He wasn't a famous advertising executive just yet. 

As he opened the door and turned on the kitchen light, he smiled to himself. He was in his element. Like any other time, he went to his liquor cabinet and poured two drinks. 

"I hope you like vodka..." he started as he turned back to her. His eyes widened as he saw her standing in the middle of his living room, wearing only a pair of jeans and a knowing smile.

"Oh, I like vodka well enough," she said as she slowly walked toward him, "But I'm not especially thirsty right now."

Her fingers grazed his chest as she stared him in the eye. For some reason, Tristan found it very hard to breathe. Taking his hands in hers, she brought them to her pants as she kissed him deeply. Her tongue pressing against his and then swirling inside his mouth. Tristan did not need a second invitation and began to unbutton her jeans. He moved the zipper down slowly as she wrapped her one arm around him, the other going up into his hair. As the last tooth of the zipper released with a metallic pop, Andi moaned into him and playfully bit his lip.

With his hands back up at her hips, Tristan moved his kisses down her throat and between her breasts as he slid her pants to the floor. As her pants descended her long legs, Tristan moved his kisses, lower and lower. As Andi moved one leg out to the side, to rid herself of the troublesome garment, Tristan kissed her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat and hard around her clit. He began to lick her softer and slower. She gasped at the sensation and grabbed his hair, pressing him into her with a sense of urgency. He grabbed her ass, kneading her warm skin as his cock strained against his jeans. 

Suddenly he thrust his tongue into her as she cried out in surprise, her hands clenched in pleasure on his scalp, she tilted her hips into him more as he undulated inside of her.

"Oh, Tristan!" She breathed as he pleasured her. At the sound of her airy voice escaping those perfect lips, Tristan licked and pressed harder. As she moaned again, he quickly pulled out of her and stood. Her nipples were hard and her eyes were begging as he quickly picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. Tristan hurriedly began to undress as she watched him, her eyes drinking in every inch of him, from his dark hair and unusual eyes, to his perfect chest. As his pants were finally removed, Andi's eyes went to his cock, the end glistening with the tiniest drop of precum. Without any further obstructions, Tristan placed himself between her legs moved up her body, his skin gently skimming over hers. His chest brushed her nipples and she shivered as he kissed her neck, rubbing his cock on the top of her pussy. The feel of her hot flesh against him made his hands clench into fists as he pressed his body upward quickly thrusting himself inside her. Her back arched as he began to move inside of her, hard and deliberate. His need to feel all of her driving all others thoughts from his head. 

Her breath quickened as he pulled all the way out of her, quickly driving back in, filling her completely. Her legs wrapped around him as her hips rocked in time with his. The pressure and heat of his hard cock made her bite her lip in pleasure, her breath coming in quick gasps. As he pulled out all the way again, her hands went to his shoulders, leaving four perfect red lines in his skin. It was his turn to gasp as the pleasure of her drenched pussy and the sensual pain of those scratches mixed. Without warning, Andi rolled, catching him off guard and effectively flipping him on his back. She grabbed his wrists and held them above his head as she began to ride him, her hot juices wetting his balls as she moved up and down on his cock. She leaned her body forward as she continued to pound him. Moving his wrists together, she held them with one hand as the other ran down his side, her fingernails gently scraping. As her hand reached his hip, she pressed her body back, arching her upper body away from him while her pussy slammed against him. She rode him faster as she began to climax, her pussy aching with pleasure and need.

As she writhed on top of him, breasts bouncing, Tristan dug his fingers into his closed fists. The feel of being inside her hot cunt coupled with her excited moans made him ready to cum, his body screaming for release. He wanted to take his time with her, and he would, later. Right now he could sense her impending orgasm so he held on, wanting to feel her body rock when she came. 

Andi rose all the way up, and brought herself down hard as she cried out, her tense body clenching around him. As her juices ran down the base of his cock and balls, soaking the blanket beneath, her tight pussy on the verge of release, Tristan came, filling her for the second time that night with his hot sperm. With his semen inside of her, Andi orgasmed, her body radiating release and satisfaction. Her panting breath slowed as she fell against him, needing contact. 

Andi and Tristan laid together, their fingers and mouths continuing to explore each other as the late night sky gave way to the coming dawn. Tristan ran his hands down Andi's body for the thousandth time as she kissed him slowly. With the horizon beginning to glow with the arrival of another day, the two strangers drifted off to sleep somewhere between lust and love.



The Pulse of Love



The pulse of love..

I was being interviewed by sex magazine incorporated and like that guy who interviews celebrities on TV -there were no holds barred and I felt comfortable and able, without inhibition or hesitation to candidly answer the questions put to him about his life.

Asked about what was the best thing about being in a committed relationship as I have been for nigh on three years, I replied at once; "Love."

Jim the interviewer said that meant a lot of things combined like respecting each other, being considerate and unselfish and sharing, maybe occasionally agreeing to differ, how would you put it Pete, are you one of those guys who can be like that, for instance would you be willing to die for your lover?

I replied simply that I would because John is the best thi8ng to have happened to me in every way and just being with him is forever beautiful and divine. Wes hare everything.

"How about sex, tell me how that is with you both, Pete?"

I paused a little before I gave my reply, should I divulge all, should I tell him exactly how we share and share alike everything? I really felt that by doing so would help those in a fading relationship. For John and I were forever giving our relationship freshness and absolute joy which I find hard to express, but determined to try..

"We love each other to the full and just to touch when we bed for the night is always so very comforting and complete, I cuddle into his Adonis body of dreams and simply closing my eyes I let instinct show my true ardour for the guy I love and adore so much.

I feel his hand guide mine downward and it is always the same, the feel of him so divine and wonderful.- and what he whispers, ferments my being into something which resembles an inferno and I know we are about to share something which is so wonderful and essential to our ongoing relationship.

"Feel me grow for you, Pete" he says to me in a lustful voice that makes it all the sweeter as I just squeeze a little and gently massage the lovely feel in my hand. Then too he wants me to use my free hand to do something else and I do with absolute pleasure. I cup and feel him underneath, those gorgeous companions of that which I squeeze and rub in my other hand, an erection so resolute and endearing, It feels so good and wonderful, I continue with more gusto and thrill to hear his appreciative moans, urging me not to stop and even though soon my wrist aches I continue the massage because that is what is giving my lover so much pleasure and joy."

Jim seems lost for words and the audience is silent. Perhaps I have gone too far but that is what the interviewer asked for pre-interview that I was absolutely candid..

"Well that was an earth shaker indeed Pete. Would you say that part of your relationship is imperative?"

"I do feel that without it our relationship would dissolve some. Because it is the most intimate way in the world to show one's true feelings to the core, to let those fantasies we all have come out. And simply to be with someone you know will share those things is the ultimate"

"Tell me more Pete, come on, I am sure the audience is all ears and I can see they are wiggling in their seats, what does that tell you?"

There was a giggling from the auditorium and I thought to myself; "right, I will tell them more? And I did.

"I rarely bring John to the boil unless he asks me too on the rare occasion, depending on where we are going next because of the time factor - like sometimes I awake feeling his hands busy behind, urging me to ready him with a brief massaging, bringing him to the fore to simply use the short time we may have before he goes to work, for a quickie, which is always nice when it happens, like when we haven't done much physical before we went to sleep and he has some unused energy that demands gratification.

Then it is easy for me to turn with my back toward him, lift a leg up and allow him perfect access for that quickie I adore, which always feels so warm and pulsating inside me, the way he at first gently pushes deep into me and pauses to let us both appreciate the accumulative throbs of passion.

I lay there in my element knowing that our love will always stay and when he begins to move again it is simply heaven on earth and I instinctively move with him, bending and lifting as he fucks me and I feel the absolute quality he has to offer - so much it the effect that afterwards, when he is done and comes out of me, and if he has time before he showers and dresses.

I simply sink to my knees, he standing there, with a pulse that is still there, the pulse I feel in my mouth as I taste and tongue and suck his final spurt of love."

"Well I guess Pete that is a hard act to follow, you seem to have found the perfect relationship, look at all those people shuffling in their seats. I have a feeling you have started a new agenda in the lives of many and thank you for your complete frankness,"

"Love should never be sheltered" I continued. "It should be set free. Just appreciate what you have got, take a chance and let it all out, just a word in the ear if something happens that is not compatible with your lovers, well just formulate a signal - or maybe you can both work ion it, because that is whatever is all bout, sacrifice as well. Like when John first asked me to swallow - I thought it was repugnant to me, it was one thing to bring him to climax and enjoy the feel of his ejaculation spatter over my face, but another to take him orally immediately afterwards, but I worked on it until now I enjoy it, it is perhaps the most intimate thing lovers can share, the taste of each other and now we do it mutually, and I can tell you, just to feel the way john orals me as do the same to him is the most wonderful experience, it is the perfect way to gear up to that wonderful waterloo when we fuck to our heart's delight with the taste and scent of each other still in our mouths, the feel and taste of cock, especially Jims, has always been the ultimate start to our foreplay which is forever fresh and simulating." 

I was aware that there was a sudden exodus. Jim said he would make this a two part interview. It was evident that folks were leaving because of the sheer need I had purveyed - and something that needed urgent attention. He chuckled that he guessed there would be a lot of bouncing cars out there in the car park

"Thank you Pete Wilson and hope you will agree to another interview soon because you charisma and forthright fullness has resulted in my best interview ever.

"Of course, I shall be happy, If maybe I have brought out a better awareness of what we are all about I am happy."



The Pump



It was early in the morning the camp ground was quiet, and almost empty. The sun still hadn't risen and there was a light dew on the ground. Martin wanted to wash up and wasn't ashamed of his body and knew there ere only a few others sharing the secluded camping area with him, all of them around his age and he doubted any of them would be offended by his nakedness. But mostly he was hoping that cute camper he'd briefly met the day before might also be up this early.

He got to the pump and picked up the priming can and poured a little water down the throat. He pumped the handle and a little water ran out into the can. He tried to get around and wash up but the stream stopped before he could. He tried it once more and still no luck, he was just about to give up when he saw the friend he'd met he day before walking toward him slowly. He stood up and waved and waited for him to get near.

"Hi, I was just trying to wash up but the pump won't cooperate. Would you mind giving me a hand?"

"Sure, I'll pump for you then you can pump for me."

They sat the water can down and took the pump handle. martin washed quickly, trying not to allow himself to become too erect but the more he tried the more he failed and the more his new friend smiled and pumped.

"Well, that should hold me, let me fill your can for you." Martin said as he reached for the water jug.

"Actually, I'd sort of fancy a bit of a washing up myself if you don't mind."

Martin smiled and set the jug aside as he watched the stranger disrobe and was pleased to see that the bulge he'd noticed turned out to be a long, thick full on erection. He watched as the stranger washed his face, chest, armpits, belly, ass and finally took his huge cock and balls and slowly washed them in the cold water.

"Well, there seems to be a shortage of towels around, I suppose we'll just have to walk it off."

"Or...I could give you a nice warm blow dry." 

Martin looked around and couldn't see anyone else stirring at this early hour so he stepped close to his new friend and put one hand on his thigh and cupped his balls in the other. 

"I would love a good blow dry, and wouldn't mind at all returning the favor." with that he stroked the beautiful cock a few times and ran his other hand around to clasp a firm ass cheek.

The stranger stepped a little closer and took martin's cock in his own hand and pressed it tight to his own. "I hear that by rubbing wood together you can start a fire."

"Yes, I can definitely feel the heat." Martin almost growled he felt the other cok pressed tight to his throb.

"I'm Martin." he said as the stranger slowly knelt in front of him.

"Hello Martin, I'm Carl, I'm VERY pleased to meet you, this is exactly the type of wood I was hoping to find in the woods." and as he uttered the last words he slid his mouth around martin's tool and started sucking.

"Oh yes, there is absolutely going to be a fire started here!" Martin put his hands on Carl's shoulders and closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful feeling of his cock being worked deeper and deeper until he felt Carl's nose nuzzling in his pubic hair. he looked down to see his entire cock deep throated as Carl started swallowing hard, massaging martin's cock with his throat. Carl slid a hand between martin's ass cheeks and found his ass hole, pressing a finger in he felt Martin relax and push back at the pressure. Carl et 1/2 the hard cock slide out of his mouth as he pushed first one, then two finger into Martin's ass.

"Fuck yes, Oh fuck me baby, fuck me right here!" Martin panted. 

Carl stood up and turned Martin toward the pump. "Bend over and spread wide so I can see you."

Martin gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them open and felt Carl's face push between them and a wet tongue replaced the finger, Carl licked and probed and when he felt martin was wet enough and relaxed enough he stood and slowly pushed his steel hard shaft into Martin's tight ass. 

Their slow pumping soon gave way to furious fucking and the sweat was glistening on both their bodies by the time Carl virtually screamed "I'm cumming" and pulled his cock out of martin's ass. Martin turned and saw the old man standing behind them watching silently. he had his own cock in his hand stroking it and just smiled as Martin dropped to his knees just in time to take Carl's cum load in the face. He stood back up with hot cum streaming down his face and nodded behind Carl, motioning with his eyes. Carl turned and saw the old man pumping his cock.

"Oh, good morning, I hope we didn't wake you!" Carl said.

"No, my damn morning hard on woke me, but I think I've found just the thing to relieve it." the elderly man said as he stepped closer. Carl felt martin's hands on his hips, then spreading his ass and he bent to take the old mans cock into his mouth. Martin guided his own cock, harder than it had been in years, into Carl's butt cheeks and found his hole. He pushed slowly until he felt his tip push past Carl's tight sphincter and then pushed hard and heard Carl moan his approval around the cock filling his mouth. He soon had a good motion going that matched Carl's head bobbing on the cock sprouting from a patch of silver hair. 

The old man puled Martin's cum streaked face to him and stared licking off the jizz as Martin started slapping balls with Carl and Carl long stroked the old man's cock from tip to tuft with great ease. The old man had a nice 7 inch long and fairly thick cock but Carl had perfected sucking cock at an early age and could easily deep throat 8 or 9 inches. The old mans lips found Martin's and sucked his tongue into his mouth, this drove martin to the edge and he started shooting cum deep into Carl's ass, Carl drove to the hilt on the old man's cock and felt the thick cum spray the back of his throat as Martin's cum sprayed the deep recesses of his ass.

"Oh yes, now that was a fine way to deal with morning wood, You boys should stop by my camp later, say around noon? I'm at he last space on the right, the blue pickup and camper." and he tucked his softening cock back in his pants and turned to leave.

"Hey, Pops, whats your name?" Carl called, Martin's cock still impaled in his ass.

"Donald, friends call me Uncle Donny, and I hope that after that we might be considered friends, what's your names?"

I'm Carl and this stud stuck in my ass is Martin." Martin smiled and nodded as his cock slipped from Carl's ass.

"Hi Uncle Donny, a nooner sounds like a great idea, see you there." Then he slid his hand up Carl's ass crack and pushed three fingers into the cum slicked hole just as the first rays of direct sunlight broke over the treetops.



The Pumpkin Patch







The Pumpkin Patch



This is a husband and wife's bed, she thought. And here we are, as good as a husband and wife. No, she thought: better. And to prove the point she twisted underneath him, turning her hips to one side and exposing the smooth curve of her behind, so that he was almost entering her sideways. A throbbing feeling stimulated everything below her waist. Yes, even better than real, she thought. She ran her nails up his back and gripped his forearms, pulling on him. She wanted to touch him as much as possible to make sure he was really real. There he was: his skin, his muscles, the real, tiny hairs on his body, and the smell of his sweat. This is it, she thought, arching her back. This is the moment when it all changes. Nothing will ever be the same--

Then he stopped. Confusion passed over his face. He looked like a man awakened from a particularly troubling dream. 

"Sonia?" he said. "What are you...how did...?"

Sonia's heart stopped; the candle! 

She bolted out of the bed and backed into the corner. Mr. Valeri sat dazed, like an accident victim. He had picked up one of his socks from off the floor and looked at it as if it might hold answers. "What happened?" he said. "How did we..."

She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. She tried again: "I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She began gathering her clothes in a hurry.

"Sonia," Mr. Valeri said. "You're...you're Sonia, right? I remember you. But why are you here? Why did we...?"

"I'm sorry," she said again. She was crying. He was too. "I didn't mean to...I'm just so sorry!" And she ran. She ran the entire way.

She found the darkened jack o' lantern right where she had left it. The hollow face stared at her. She fumbled with the matches, but the first one broke in her hand. Then she dropped the box and they scattered across the floor. She held the last one between her fingers, but as she went to light it a hand closed over her wrist. "That won't do you any good," Ms. Marzanna said. 

Sonia screamed. The old woman grinned. Her teeth glittered.

"What are you doing here?" Sonia said.

"Finishing our bargain. You got what was yours, didn't you?"

"But the candle burnt out."

"It had to eventually. You knew he'd come to his senses."

"I thought... I thought things would be different after we..." Tears pricked her eyes. "I thought he'd change." 

Ms. Marzanna laughed. "To be that young again. Now, hold still and don't squirm. This last part is important."

Sonia saw the knife but she didn't have time to scream again. The tip of the blade sank into her palm and hot blood ran between her fingers. A few drops dribbled into a bowl on the table, and then Ms. Marzanna let her go. The old woman plucked something from the red pool: It was a pumpkin seed, but it looked strange now. It had turned purple and unhealthy, and it seemed to throb. Sonia held her bleeding hand and backed away.

"What is that?"

"The last seed from the last pumpkin in the patch, seasoned with misery. It'll make a good harvest for me next Halloween."

The old witch tucked the seed away and shrank into the shadows. Only her eyes were visible, lit up like two orange candle flames.

"Don't take it so hard, dear," Jezibaba's voice said. "After all, if you want him again, you can always come back to me next year. The price is high...but you've already paid it."

Her laughter rang in Sonia's ears until sunrise.