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Inspiration Ch. 01

By: ZenZerker



Author's note: This is the first part of a pretty long story. Despite the partition, each chapter flows straight into the next and the story is meant to work as a whole. This first part is mostly about setting the scene, with some action toward the end. Don't worry though, the other two chapters pick up right where this one leaves off, and there's plenty of action there! Special thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing this. This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Enjoy!

*****

Jake let the door slam shut behind him without bothering much about the noise. He knew nobody was home anyway. It was Friday night, not late enough for his roommates to be back yet, but late enough for him to be confident that they were all already out partying somewhere. He dragged his feet and grumbled under his breath as he made his way down the hall in the silent apartment, headed for his bedroom. 

It had been a bad night, again. He was horny and frustrated, again. He would have to jack off to relieve his aching boner, again. He stopped a second before entering his room, sighing as he noticed that a sliver of warm light filtered from underneath the room next to his. Jess's bedroom. His twin sister's bedroom.

He closed his eyes and banged his head against the wall, cursing under his breath, feeling like screaming, feeling like he would explode, feeling like an idiot. A hopeless, lovestruck, pathetic, perverted, fucked up idiot. 

As soon as he got inside his room, Jake took off his clothes and sat at his desk in front of his laptop just in his boxer, a raging hard-on tenting the cotton. He browsed idly through his stashed porn folders, considering this or that title, pondering whether or not to go online to search for some new stuff. He decided against it. He was already horny enough, he just needed release. Tonight of all nights, considering what day it was, he badly needed some relief.

Stripping off his boxers he started stroking his rock-hard cock as he lay down on his bed, closing his eyes, moving closer to the wall, focusing on the sounds coming from Jess's room.

She was typing. He could hear her fingers firing away at the keyboard, as usual. She had been doing this almost every night since they started college months before. Most of the time it wasn't even actual schoolwork, it was her own stuff. 

In better times Jake would have asked her if he could read her stories and she would have let him, willingly. Most likely, she would have come to him first, asking for feedback on her writing, without his even asking. But these weren't good times. 

*****

Jake and Jess had always been incredibly close. People sometimes got a bit freaked out around them because the twins were so much in sync with each other that they appeared to be always communicating, even when not speaking. They looked a lot alike, both having jade green eyes and blond hair, though Jake's was short, spikey and slightly darker than Jess's long, wavy, honey colored mane. They were affectionate and happy when they were together, which was all the time. As far back as either of them could remember, they had always been there for each other. They had fun together, they went to school and ate and watched television and listened to music together. They spent hours on end enjoying each other's company without ever feeling bored. They felt great and safe and complete, always together. 

Puberty brought changes, but despite some awkwardness the twins' bond didn't diminish in importance nor intensity. Things only started to become seriously different during their last year in high school. At eighteen years old, neither of them could deny the existence of the opposite sex, nor the fact that their beloved and loving sibling was a sexual being. 

The twins knew they loved each other, that was a given, it had always been so. But the very meaning of the word 'love' was changing along with their bodies, becoming altered and enlarged in its significance by other emerging concepts; like 'being in love', 'making love', 'having a lover' or 'having sex'. 

With no need to talk about it and actually finding for the very first time in their lives something they were uncomfortable discussing with each other, Jake and Jess realized that a different aspect of themselves was opening up, new needs and curiosities were blooming. Their individual confusion about their unexpected, weird emotions started to mar the perfect harmony they had always shared. Their very bodies began to interfere with their perfectly balanced relationship, the physical presence of the other making them feel uncharacteristically upset, flustered and uncomfortable. 

In Jake's eyes, Jess had become even more beautiful than she ever was before. Her slim, svelte frame had filled up enticingly, the skinny girl she had always been turning into a breathtaking young woman. He would find himself staring at her round, tight, tiny bubble-butt. The perfection of those firm asscheeks so juicily protruding from her back would make him blush violently as his mind started wandering and his penis started hardening. He would sneak peaks at her whenever she was close, surreptitiously taking in the mouth-watering sight of her full, firm, magnificent tits, sitting high and proud on her chest, looking even bigger than they were on her slim body. His breath would get raspy and his pulse would start racing as he imagined what his sister's amazing boobs looked like underneath her tight T-shirts. He felt himself get hard as a rock every time he saw those fleshy mounds sway and jiggle under her loose pajama tops, realizing that his twin sister's luscious jugs were bra-less beneath that thin layer of cotton. 

Jess wasn't immune to her hormones either, and, though more subtly than her twin did with her, she lost no chance to take a good look at Jake's muscular frame. She felt herself flutter inside as she got lost in the sight of his strong arms, his toned, naked chest and his broad shoulders as he shot hoops in the driveway. She would admire his firm ass anytime she could and she couldn't stop herself from staring as her eyes seemed to betray her, constantly darting to his crotch, her mind reeling as she imagined what he was like down there. She pretended she didn't see the bulge he sported in his pants so often around her, but she was glad he did. It made her feel desired, beautiful, sexy, and very, very horny. 

Without actually teasing him on purpose, Jess was well aware of the effect she had on her twin, and she had grown to like his attention, to crave it even. A warmth radiated from her abdomen and she felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she realized he was staring at her. She thought she could feel his eyes on her, following the bouncing of her ass as she walked in front of him in her tight jeans or fixating on her naked thighs when she crossed her legs while wearing a short skirt. Most of all she enjoyed the constant attention he lavished on her tits, a part of her body she felt very uncomfortable with. Based on the envious looks of most girls and the leers of pretty much every guy in school, Jess knew she should be happy about her buxom chest, but she really wasn't. She thought her tits were too big for her body and made her look weird and disproportionate, but she didn't dare voice her thoughts for fear of being mocked. The only thing that reassured her, absurdly enough, was Jake's obvious adoration for them. Jess thought that as long as Jake liked them and therefore liked her, she didn't need to worry about her looks.

The underlying tension and the uncomfortably awkward vibes the twins got around each other finally reached a breaking point after they graduated from high school in the early days of their last summer home before they left for college. They had both been admitted to the same university on the other side of the country and they had found two bedrooms in the same apartment off campus, a cheap, decent enough place they were going to share with other students. 

The twins were both very excited and somehow worried about living together away from home, and yet their increasing feelings of uneasy attraction toward one another remained untold. Their buried needs and bottled up sexual frustrations only found a release through masturbation, since neither of them ever had a real partner, nor a stable relationship. At eighteen and a half years of age, the twins had not lost their virginity yet, nor had they really tried to. 

There had been a number of girls who had showed a certain interest in Jake and plenty of boys who had tried to hook up with Jess, but the twins had never responded in kind to the advances of their prospective partners. In the best case scenario, Jake or Jess would go out on a couple of dates with this girl or that guy to catch a movie or have dinner or go to a party. Things never went much further than some necking and very light petting though, and each potential relationship ended quickly, always before something more substantial could happen. Despite the burning need for sexual satisfaction, the twins never seemed to want to do much with any of their dates. Each of them saw the hurt, desperate, impotent rage and the all too familiar aching uncertainty they caused in the other whenever they dated someone, so they just stopped doing it at all in a sort of silent mutual agreement. And of course this only made them even more irritable, confused and sexually frustrated. 

Neither Jake nor Jess felt ready nor capable to handle this weird, new, disquieting matter, both too scared of what might happen if they did bring it up. Both worried too much about what the other would think if they openly expressed their convoluted, powerful, strange feelings. So they just denied the whole thing, making it worse; letting the wound fester, letting the fever burn hotter, letting the bubble of their suppressed sexuality grow and grow and grow. Until one day, it exploded.

It happened a few days after they had graduated from high school. Fred, a friend of Jake's, had invited him to go to a college party. Fred's older brother was a senior at a local college and his frat buddies were having one last bash before they all left for the summer. Fred had told Jake he could get the two of them in, but they needed to bring at least one girl with them and he suggested Jess. 

Jake wasn't thrilled by the idea of taking his twin sister to a college party full of horny, high, drunk frat boys. He also knew that Fred had had his eyes on Jess for a while now. Jake had no doubt that if he declined to bring his sister along or backed out of going to the party at all, Fred would simply bypass him and invite Jess out alone, if not this time then another, most likely without telling Jake he was doing so. Jake knew that Fred was a nice enough guy, and he knew that if it wasn't Fred it would be someone else making a move on Jess sooner or later. As always when it came to his twin sister, he got paranoid and jealous about the matter of dating, relationships, love and sex. In the end he accepted to ask Jess to join them, hoping she would say no, feeling somehow upset when she said yes instead, but still thinking that he could at least keep an eye on her if he was there too. 

Things didn't go quite as Jake thought, though.

To Jake's horror, Jess seemed to have a great time at the party, making every frat boy's head turn as she paraded around in her skimpy miniskirt and tight v-neck top. Getting grumpier and moodier by the second, Jake watched in silent fury and deepening despair as Jess danced with Fred and flirtily chirped with everyone, accepting drinks and getting more and more uninhibited as the night progressed. There were lots of beautiful, easy, older and certainly experienced girls at the party, but Jake only had eyes for his sister. His heart felt like it was bleeding as he wondered why, why on earth she would act so ditzy and silly and slutty when she was nothing like that at all. He tried to meet her eyes time and again, but she always seemed to look the other way. Why, Jake kept wondering, why is she doing this to me?

The sadder and madder he got, the more he drank. And with more drinking came even darker bitterness and even hotter rage. But underneath all that hurt, there was a subtler, maliciously stinging feeling nagging at him. It was the vague, absurd, yet persistent impression that Jess's actions, so unprecedented and insanely out of character for her, were somehow directed at him, like she meant him to see her behave like that and actually wanted him to suffer and fume and brood over this, over her. This idea flashed intermittently in Jake's increasingly intoxicated mind, and if at first it got him wondering, it was gradually dulled until it dissolved into a drunken, raging haze. All he could think about, obsessively, painfully, hauntingly, was the fact that Jess was right there in front of him acting slutty and someone was taking advantage of the situation. Someone else. Someone that was not himself. And that thought was driving him crazy.

Eventually, when he saw Fred pawing at Jess's ass while they danced, his hands grabbing her curvy butt underneath her miniskirt, his body pressed against hers, her luscious boobs squashed against his chest, his lips pressing onto hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, Jake finally lost it, big time. 

He was never sure exactly what happened next. He just saw red for a while. And then it all went black. 

The next thing he knew, he was sitting in his car outside the frat house, his nose bleeding, his lips feeling puffy and swollen and stinging, his shirt missing half the buttons and smeared with blood, the right side of his chest hurting like hell with every breath, his hands feeling bruised, his knuckles scraped raw. He saw a bunch of guys just outside the door and on the courtyard, drinks in hands, fists clenched, faces dark and menacing, drunk and hostile eyes staring his way. He blinked to gather his thoughts, and then the house was suddenly moving away. 

It took Jake some puzzling seconds to realize that it was the car that was moving. Someone was driving him away. His head was pounding and he felt like he was going to vomit any second now. His brain was unfocused and foggy, yet one idea dominated above all else. He couldn't leave. He had to go get Jess first. He was fumbling unsuccessfully with the door handle when he heard his twin sister's muffled cries right beside him. His head spinning, he turned.

She was sitting at the wheel, sobbing, headed home. Her make-up was running down her face with her tears, her delicate, pale, sculpted cheekbones getting blackened with trickling eyeliner. She was shaking all over, fighting to maintain her composure, her tiny hands going to her eyes to wipe the tears away and let her see the road, making an even bigger mess of her face in the process.

Jake felt like crying himself for the sheer relief of seeing her. She was there. She was safe. She was by his side. 

"Jess..." he said, a sigh more than a word, the pain in his ribs stabbing him hard as he spoke.

She stayed silent, crying, shivering, staring straight ahead for a long while.

"J-J-Jess..." he said again, stammering, teeth rattling, the nausea and pain getting worse as he felt the anger and fear and confusion radiating from his twin sister like a physical thing.

Her voice was breaking in sobs when she finally spoke.

"Dammit, Jake, god dammit!" she spat, not even looking at him. "What the hell were you thinking? Why the fuck did you do that? You are lucky they didn't kill you, you stupid idiot! Why do you have to ruin everything?... Why do you have to be like that around me?... Fuck, Jake, what did I ever do to you that makes you hate me so much?... It's like you want to make it harder for me... As if I don't have a hard enough time as it is with you and me and... "

Jake was dumbfounded as he listened to her rambling, feeling her mood change, her emotions shifting from rage to worry to something softer, warmer.

"I don't even know what to say, Jake, you got me so fucking scared... When I saw them grab you and beat you, I thought... What the fuck, Jake... If anything had happened to you tonight, if anything should ever happen to you because of me, I could never forgive myself, bro, I couldn't..." 

She stuttered and stopped talking for a while, sobbing deeply, tears streaking down her soft cheeks, her knuckles whitening as she clenched the wheel hard to stop her hands from shaking. She shrugged and shook her head after a while, before murmuring, lower now, as if talking to herself: "Why does it have to be this hard with you, bro, so damn painful, just why..."

She was sobbing again, more desperately than before, shivering all over like she had a fever. 

Jake felt strangely calmer though, his wasted brain suddenly, absurdly, starting to relax. He reached with a trembling hand to touch her bare arm. His head was spinning and his vision was a messy blur of blond hair, full red quivering lips, white smooth cheeks and black make-up smears. His split lips hurt like hell but he felt himself smile. 

"I love you, Jess..." he blurted out.

Something lurched inside of him. He barely had the time to poke his head out of the car window, before he started puking and coughing and puking some more, until he was finally empty and could retreat inside, feeling faint, barely managing to sit back again. Then he passed out.

*****

The rest of that summer was agonizingly slow and boring for the twins. Jake and Jess never discussed the incident at the party, beside the necessary and conveniently vague explanation they gave to their parents about Jake's many bruises and blood-stained shirt. 

Neither of them complained when their parents grounded them for the rest of the summer after a stern lecture about being responsible and the consequences of drinking and how they were counting on the both of them to act like adults and not get in trouble once they were on their own at college in the fall. Neither Jake nor Jess had made big plans for their last summer home, and even though they never mentioned it again, the events of that night left a long lasting impression on them, making it clear to them both just how powerful and intense their feelings were, and, most importantly, how specifically directed at each other they were. 

Jake spent his time sulking around the house, alone on the couch watching re-runs of their favorite shows reminiscing in solitude about the time when they had watched them together, or holed up in his room playing video games that he wouldn't have played at all if he could have spent time with his sister instead. Jess rarely left her room, where she read books alone and in silence rather then out loud with Jake lying next to her on her bed as they had done in better days. She began focusing on writing some stories of her own too, devoting more and more time to it. Jake heard her tapping at the keyboard at night while he surfed the web for porn, his mood dark but his libido ever more demanding and always unsatisfied. His feelings were clear and undeniable now, but his chances to see them come to fruition appeared unrealistic at best. 

He would watch out of his window at Jess's bikini clad body when she sat outside to tan and read, sprawled on a recliner chair in the back yard in the afternoons, and he would feel his heart ready to burst, just like his cock was always ready to burst any time he laid eyes on his beautiful, sexy, unattainable twin. He knew he loved her now, and more, he knew he was in love with her and he wanted to make love to her, to have sex with her. He didn't feel guilty about any of this in the least, but he felt enormously sorry for himself, knowing that she didn't reciprocate and she would never reciprocate, and he suffered like hell at the thought. 


Inspiration Ch. 01



A sweet voice sang, "I'm your biggest fan!" The voice sounded so innocent with a tad hint of naughty flirt.

His lips curved a slanted grin as he refused to lift his head or eyes to peer at the face that went with the voice. He asked, "And what is my biggest fan's name?" There was little flattery in his tone.

That sweet voice replied, "Sally."

His slanted grin somewhat faded, the name was so dull and average. His fingers gripped the pen then wisp the tip across the inside of his hard cover book, gave a simple written sentiment. 

To my Biggest Fan Sally, thank you for reading, Sincerely Victor Hardway. 

Victor Hardway, author and artist, slammed the book closed as he spread his lips into a fake smile. 

He returned the book to a young woman's hands then took a quick glance up at her innocent face. He watched her blush as she gleamed with pride that his signature was in her hands. He noted, she had to be at least thirty-five years younger than him.

He gave no real notice to her giddy departure then continued signing book after book. Each book signed the same as the one before and as those that followed. 

Most artists or authors enjoyed the presence of their devoted fans. Yet, for him every single signing had a significant mission. He was an artist, he sought that inspiration which typically started with a name followed by the name holder's appearance. 

He was in need to begin another book, his publisher begged the continuance of his series. But with every signing throughout those months his desired inspiration never showed herself. So many bookstores in so many cities and not one individual gave inspiration. He was nearly starved for inspiration, desired the perfect inspirational name with the body to go with it. 

Now his signing tour had come to an end within the metropolis he called home. And he had tired staring at the cover of his recent published works over and over. 

The last signed book of that evening was slammed closed then handed to the purchaser. He leaned back, frustrated and disappointed from lack of true inspiration. 

His eyes looked to the few remaining books to his right. His large dark eyes, expressive with intricate but subtle lines, studied the cover. The cover was his own design, created by his own hand and it was of the last inspirational beauty, she intricately bound with her unique name titling the book; Aurora.

He sighed. 

Aurora was such an inspiration for his creative process. She remained poised in that intricate bound position as he sketched her image capturing every desired expression of her face and bound distortion of her body, the entire time a camera took hundreds of photos for further inspiration for the written context which filled three hundred plus pages with undoubted erotica. 

Yes, he was a true artist who needed specific inspiration. The inspiration always came at random which he preferred but yet it hadn't come, walked his direction and gave a unique name. 

He rose up from his chair, grabbed his gray leather trench and draped it over his arm. He snatched up his fedora and rested it properly atop his dark ebony hair subtly dashed at the temples with gray. 

His eyes took a quick scan of the bookstore and noted, one more day and the tour was over. 

He slightly huffed then left the table where he would again sit for a last time the following day. 

His third night back at the loft apartment, in most circumstances it would be a pleasure to be home but the framed images of each of his several novels reminded him the lack of inspiration. Each image different. Each an interpretation of each lovely inspirational creature. Each one with a unique name. 

On bare feet he paced the floor before the row of images as one hand held a glass of wine and right had a cigar tucked between its fingers. His mind continuously pleaded for that needed inspiration. He needed to create but without the proper specimen to bring forth the creativity, he felt flustered. 

His dark eyes studied each piece of art. 

Beautifully painted images of heavenly female bodies contorted in different bound positions. And to each of those women, he created a unique story to express the image. That was his process.

First the inspirational woman. Next the choice of how she would be intricately bound which included attire, if any, and type of bindings. Then he would sketch their image on a canvas as they would remain in that bound position until he saw fit that his sketch was perfect. 

When they were released, he used the hundreds of snapped photos to finish the creation on canvas. Lastly he would sit before a traditional cloth ribbon typewriter and give more depth and meaning to the image.

He paused his pace, stood before Aurora, his last creation and took a long smooth drag from the cigar. To his semi full lips he brought the rim of a wine glass then took a slow sip while exhaling the fragrant cigar smoke through his nostrils. 

His eyes studied the portrait. How he desired another beauty to again ignite his creative process. He had nowhere to begin until that muse was found or found him. There was no beginning until the inspiration came from nowhere.

He turned his back to that last creation, his dark eyes scanned the vast loft. The silence heightened his frustration for he hungered to hear the vocal responses to a lengthy stint in bondage. The thought provoked his naturally slanted mouth to perk a grin. Yes, he loved the sounds those past inspirations made and the longer they remained in bondage the sweeter their sounds.

His tilted his head back and finished the remaining wine in one swallow. His head lowered forward, eyes again scanned the vacancy of his apartment as he took another lengthy drag from the cigar. 

He could have easily taken home one of his 'biggest fans' but he was never one for droll and plain and simple minded little girls. 

He took a deep breath then slowly exhaled with the smoke billowing outward. 

Yes, it seemed the younger female masses developed a taste for his fetish erotica tales. He chucked it up to educating the youths in ways of kinks. Yet, he knew likely not a one would experience such kinks for they allowed his words and images to take them there instead of acting them out in reality. They weren't like him, embraced his kinks and expressed them freely on canvas and typing paper. Nearly sixty years of experience shared with the literary world, well about forty of that was the right form of experience which were displayed in his books.

He left the wall of artful achievements, snuffed out the half smoked cigar then retired to the singular bedroom located atop the open loft. How he wished that room was set up with his camera equipment snapping those hundreds of photos of a new muse. 

His eyes glanced at the empty canvas, hoped soon he would again create with paint the perfect image of his love for the erotic fetishes in the expressed form of a beautiful woman.

Enough being frustrated for the evening, he decided and turned out the table lamp.

She nearly stumbled into the bookstore being in a hurry to start her shift. 

Rosangela, one of the few clerks at the bookstore, entered the bookstore which sent the door chime announcing her presence. She hurried towards the counter where her usual partner in store clerk crime stood preparing the register for the day.

Behind the counter she again stumbled, fussed with the loose ankle strap of her platform heel. She greeted, "Stew."

Stew greeted back with an amused chuckle, "Rosangela."

Rosangela finished fussing with her heel then made a quick scan of the store. Somewhat out of breath, she asked, "He here yet?"

Stew shook his head and stated, "Not yet." he shifted and set a stack of Victor Hardway hardbacks near the register, "He's not do in until two."

Rosangela sighed with relief then dropped her black cloth purse and jerked out her own well read copy of the author's latest novel. She tucked the book under the counter.

Stew saw Rosangela's actions then commented, "I can't believe you read that shit."

She huffed a sarcastic laugh then asked, "Have you tried to read it?" Her black lined blue eyes shifted and peered at him.

He laughed, thought her nuts for asking then stated, "Hell no!" he then commented, "Until he writes some gay porn, I ain't interested."

She laughed and shook her head. She turned and grabbed her name tag then proceeded to pin it to her black cardigan. She explained, "It's really an interesting read."

He nodded and doubtfully commented, "Yeah sure."

She continued to laugh then urged, "Shut up. You can't say shit cause you ain't read it!"

He grinned and stated, "Ain't gonna neither."

She again shook her head then began her day and was terribly nervous and excited to finally meet the author of her all time favorite erotica series. 

She had read Victor Hardway's books from the very first one, admired his artful depictions of fetishes on the cover art and the written contents that told the story captured in the image. But, also, she found solace in his works for it catered to her misunderstood sexual lifestyle. 

Rosangela was knocking on thirty and up until she discovered Victory Hardway's first book, she felt somewhat not at ease about her secret sexual side. 

It was his works that helped her embrace what some would consider peculiar or unnatural. It was obvious to her that he too shared similar erotic tastes but wasn't entirely sure if his tastes were as hers for she delved beyond bondage. There was never anything mentioned that neared her fetish but nonetheless, she loved and admired the author's enlightened and realistic approach to describing word for word specific fetishes.

She accredited the author for helping her discover herself in every way imaginable. 

She was previously married, eighteen and out of high school she married. Her marriage lacked any form of passion for the man she married was prim and proper. When she found those wondrous books, she found the strength to take hold of her life and leave a boring and loveless marriage. 

She changed because of those novels. Her appearance changed throughout the passed few years from prim and proper into more expressive with piercings, tattoos, and clothing. And most positively was the inner depths of who she was that changed. 

She accepted her differences which she labeled uniqueness. Her personality was freed and in moments of pure freedom with friends, she would loudly let it be known who she truly was and gave no care who bared witness. 

Basically, she was more expressive throughout all aspects of her own being and the author, she believed he helped her blossom.

The day continued and around two in the afternoon the book store filled with Victor Hardway admirers. Then when the author arrived there became an immediate swarm of fans aimed at his signing table located near the back of the bookstore. 

Rosangela had to wait until she had her fifteen minute break to have her chance to get her precious copy of Aurora signed which was around the time the author was supposed to depart from his final book signing. 

She had only caught a glimpse of him for his adoring fans blocked any real look but took note of his signature fedora, that day it was white. Though she knew what he looked like by the image on the back inside cover, she wanted to truly see him in person. 

So, she continued, hoped she wouldn't be too late to meet him and have him sign her bible, of sorts.

Victor Hardway sat at the signing table, wisp after wisp he signed copy after copy just as the day before. 

Women of different ages, mostly younger by nearly thirty-five to forty years, approached him. Many were shy and giggled while blushing as he signed their names to a copy of his book. So many stated they were his biggest fan. Their names were useless to his need for inspiration which drove him to never pay attention to their appearances. Yes, he saw a few glimpses of pretty faces but nothing inspiration worthy.

The few hours passed, seemingly slowly, and soon the pack of female admirers waned and he signed one last book.

He rose from his chair, somewhat stretched out some stiffness. 

The final signing of the book tour and back to continue his frustration from lack of inspiration. 

He adjusted the white fedora and fetched his gray trench coat. He glanced at his agent and stated, "Bob, I'm leaving!"

He watched as Bob gave an approving nod as the short and stubby man gave a quick wave while speaking with the bookstore owner. 

Rosangela heard the shout. She cursed, "Shit!" she fumbled and fetched her book from under the counter then shouted at Stew, "I'm taking my break early, he's about to leave, dammit!"

Stew simply shook his head and shooed Rosangela with his hand.

Rosangela smiled then darted out from behind the counter. Her nerves heightened as her heart pounded and breaths were quick and deep. 

For three years she dreamed of meeting the author, now she hoped it wasn't too late. 

She scuffled across the hardwood floor, dodged a few stragglers, then skidded to a stop for there he was. 

She froze, starstruck beyond her expectations. Her large and black lined blue eyes were wide as they watched him lean down to fetch a leather business bag off the floor. 

Could she muster the strength to continue?

Victor gave a final farewell wave to his distracted agent. He turned, prepared to step out of the last book store until another novel was produce. His dark eyes peered down the stretch of book shelves. 

With a slight frown defining the lines between his brows, he saw a younger woman standing with one of his books clenched tightly in her hands. 

Rosangela stared down the aisle. Was he looking at her? 

Her eyes shifted from side to side, no one else was nearby. Her eyes looked forward and he was definitely looking at her. You must look a fool, she thought, then took a deep breath. 

She stepped forward on her platforms. Her heart wouldn't cease it's racing, even through her attempt of steadying her breaths.

He watched the young woman finally move and approach. His eyes quickly took in details, earlier he refused to study the faces from the female mass that swarmed his table. 

Obviously dyed black hair was sloppily pinned back with tight ringlets brushed against the sides of her porcelain toned face and about the length of her neck. Her eyes, he noted, were a piercing blue, highlighted by the deep black that lined them. Her lips, full with a silver loop labret piercing directly in the center of the bright red bottom lip. 

She pushed herself further, forced a smile to hide her nervousness. She came nearer to the author, her fingers ached from clenching the book so tightly. 

Yes, she agreed in thought, he was just as impressive in person as his photo depicted, perhaps more so. 

His eyes were large and nearly black brown with distinct expressive lines about their shape. And between his perfectly shaped brows were those lines she positively adored from the pictures she'd seen, a new one with each book but always was worn his signature fedoras. 

Then his mouth she discretely as possible made quick study. He had a semi full mouth, a natural crook about the left corner with a defining line etched from that corner to the side of his nose. A neatly trimmed and thin mustache traced the shape of his top lip as a slight trail led from the subtle center cleft of his bottom lip and down over the center of his chin.

Yes, she again agreed, he was Victor Hardway in the flesh and glorious he was. Nearly thirty years older than her, he looked amazing. 

The woman stepped before him, perhaps thirty years of age. There she was, he stated in thought, confident he just witnessed the emergence into his life that long awaited inspiration and she was beautiful. She was different than all those previous inspirations. She was unique and that he praised.

She held her smile, cleared her throat then finally pushed herself to speak, "Hello," she took a breath, "Mr. Hardway, I hope I'm not too late."

His eyes focused on her face, read her nervousness clearly. He slowly shook his head then stated, "No, perfect timing." Yes, perfect timing for his frustration had nearly come to an explosive head but now was anxiously eased.

She smiled with relief then explained, "I work here and I had to wait for my break." she shakily offered her book and politely asked, "Would you mind signing this for me, please?" she added, "If you have the time.

He grinned and gave a nod, stated, "Of course." 

He took the book into his hands then stepped back to the table. He felt relieved, she finally came to him but would her name truly make that inspiration realized. 

He removed a pen from his bag then set the open book atop the table. Attempting to hide his anticipation, he asked, "Your name?"

She sang, "Rosangela." 

Immediately that very special and unique name quickly and completely burst his inspirational needs into desired flames. He paused before signing, his mind raced through the definition of that name and quickly stopped at the meaning, angelic rose. 

His slanted grin heightened then he eagerly wisp the tip of his pen inscribing the back of the cover with something other than the usual or simple. 

To an inspirational angelic rose. A special thank you, for you are now my new inspiration, my muse. With much admiration, Victor. 

He set his pen back into the bag. His head slowly shifted as his hands reached out the signed copy back to her. His eyes firstly watched her take hold of the book with petite hands, fingertips glossy black which he noted, the color of the deepest night. 

From beneath the shadow of his fedora, his dark eyes took in her appearance in further detail. 

His precious book was brought against the modest bust of his inspirational angelic rose, the cleavage prominent within the undone buttons of her black cardigan. 

His slanted smirk remained intact as his eyes studied the lovely curve of her collarbone then shifted over the milky flesh of her neck where a dainty string of black pearls were snugly strung around the base with an equally petite onyx studded letter 'R' that dangled loosely. 

He drifted his eyes up and over her chin, witnessed the beginning of those inspirational lips where that silver loop kissed the center of her full bottom lip which nearly sparkled against the bright red of her lipstick. 

He followed the thin bridge of her nose then his eyes found hers. Her eyes were now even more brilliant blue for she was his chosen inspiration. 

Rosangela sang with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Hardway." 

Victor sang back, "No thank you, Rosangela." he stared at his new inspiration he had craved and starved for and she was positively heavenly, "It is always a pleasure to meet a true angel who had taken the time to read my novel." He listened to her give a laugh at his flattery. 

He was given a moment of awkward silence to study his inspiration a bit more. He took note as her modest breasts were obviously lifted by what was a black dress beneath the cardigan. The dress hung just to at the center of her shapely thighs and on her feet were black ankle strapped platform shoes, glossy black vinyl. 

His eyes darted back up to her face as she still smiled and he watched her brush back a tight jet black curl from her cheek. Her appearance was unexpected, for those before her seemed now plain in comparison to her. 

Rosangela spoke up, "Well," she felt awkward for she couldn't find the words to tell him how his books had changed her life, "Again, thank you for signing your book at the last minute for me. Thought I'd miss you." 

She continued to smile as she turned around and prepared to leave, again said, "Thank you."

Victor spoke up, "Wait," he had no desire to have his inspiration leave as all his juices were overflowing and ready to overflow and create. 




Inspiration Ch. 01



He watched her pause then peek over her shoulder at him with her eye peering through a few ringlets. 

He stated, "Your book is the last to be signed." he was blatant but determined to have her continue her inspirational ways and he asked, "Would you care to join me for a drink?" 

She questioned, "A drink?" 

To attempt to convince her, he explained, "Yes, commemorative drink in honor of the final signed book of my tour." 

She turned while she chewed on the side of her bottom lip, obviously interested. She had a few more hours before her shift was over. It was unexpected, his offer, and something she only dreamed about. 

"Well," she was reluctant to turn him down but knew she had to, "Um, I'd love to but my shift isn't over until eight."

His brow tensed then asked, "Well, would you prefer dinner with me after your shift ends?" He needed her, there was nothing he wouldn't do to prevent that awaited inspiration from leaving. 

Was Victor Hardway seriously asking her out for dinner?

She smiled then nodded. That was a crowning moment for her. She agreed, "Okay."

He smiled with a slight satisfied laugh then said, "Thank you." He watched her nod. He nodded then stated, "I will be here at eight."

She responded, desperate to push down her overwhelming excitement, "Sounds great." 

She turned and a huge smile of surprise crossed her lips. She stepped forward and felt the damned buckle of her ankle strap again loosened. She paused, bent down to adjust the bothersome strap.

His eyes focused, watched her closely as she was bent nearly fully at the waist which hiked up the back hem of her dress. His eyes shifted down, took quite detailed mental notes of the shapes of the exposure of the back of her thighs. She was definitely more shapely than previous inspirations, almost representative of those classic portraits of curve endowed beauties sprawled in complete naked glory. 

And within his mind he started to envision the manner of bondage, beautifully bright red Chinese rope. 

She finished with the strap with an annoyed grimace. She started to rise but paused, realized she had blatantly but unconsciously bent over in front of her adored author. 

A slight gasp, her head turned and eyes caught sight of him eyeing her backside. Her eyes widened and she quickly stood straight then continued back towards the front of the book store, a quiet giggle sounded from her. 

The moment she saw Stew, her eyes went wide as did her smile.

Victor's lips held their grin, the inspiration was beyond engulfed. He turned and snatched up his brief case. He predicted that evening he would be before his canvas and another successful novel would be in the works.

Rosangela leaned close to Stew and whispered, "He asked me to dinner."

Stew loudly questioned with shock, "What?"

She roughly slapped his arm and grumbled under her breath, "Keep it down, dammit."

Stew whispered, "What?"

She went to open her mouth just as the image of the author crossed her peripheral vision, immediately silenced. She heard the door chime then looked to opened door. 

Victor paused before stepping out of the store. He turned to the side and graciously tilted his hat to his arrived inspiration, gave her his slanted smile then turned and left. There was no doubt he would again be creating that evening.

She looked to Stew who's mouth was hung open in surprise, obviously saw the suggestive smile the author gave her. She proudly said, "Told ya."

Stew questioned with disbelief, "And you said yes to him?" He aimed his thumb at the closed door.

She gave a sharp not and firmly stated, "Yes."

He tilted his head with his eyes blinking then asked, "Why?"

She gasped, surprised by his question then answer him, "Because it's damned Victor Hardway that's why." she pointed at the door then pointed at herself, "I was his final book signed from this tour and he firstly asked me to have a commemorative drink but I couldn't cause I have to finish work." she took a breath then finished, 

"Then he asked me to dinner after I get off."

He laughed then quipped, "You're gonna get off alright!"

She again gasped then slapped his arm. Her surprise faded as she finally opened the book cover and read what the author had written. A sly grin crossed her red lips. She coyly stated, "Maybe."

He quickly picked up on the expression that developed over her face and the suggestion in her statement. He gasped in response then commented, "You are seriously fucked up because you're wanting to screw a guy old enough to be your pops."

She continued to grin then commented, "But he doesn't look like any pops I know and sure in the hell writes unlike any damned daddy."

He shook his head then stated, "You need therapy."

Her eyes looked to the closed door and she confidently responded, "Oh, I'm definitely going to get the therapy I need."

His final comment, "Holy shit!"

*****

(Author)

My apologies for no actual sexual content being involved with chapter but I call this chapter, foreplay. We don't just dive in and fuck, we need to take out time, build and build until we are about to explode with one touch of a fingertip!

*winks*



Inspiration Ch. 01



Jake tormented himself with endless ruminations and doubts, always going back to that fateful night, puzzling over the few words he remembered her saying, finding meaning in them at times but making little sense of them mostly. He felt briefly happy when he imagined that she actually did care about him, then he despaired when he couldn't believe she would accept his love, cursing himself for a fool because he was just deluding himself into thinking that maybe someday she would love him the way he loved her. 

On top of it all, he was perpetually obsessed by mental images of Jess's big heavy tits, her long shapely legs, her creamy thighs, and that ass, that beautiful, juicy, tight, round bubble-butt of hers. He would masturbate furiously thinking of her, browsing for porn extensively, but always picturing his sister whenever he closed his eyes. 

And, all the while, Jess kept to herself, devoting her energy in full to her writing, putting her thoughts into words, her secretiveness making Jake crazy. Those words and thoughts tormented him because he was not allowed to read them while he ached to know what was going on in his twin sister's mind, her distance and silence making him despair to ever find out. 

By the time they started college, things between the twins had settled somehow. A muted, lingering, crippling tension still remained and they were both well aware of it and of how limiting it was to their previously vibrant empathy. But to the rest of the world it wasn't that big a deal. It was just a twin thing, too intimate, too specific to the two of them for people to really notice. In the eyes of everyone else, starting with their new roommates, the twins were just a couple of normal siblings, blond and slim and good looking, with piercing green eyes and young, firm bodies. They were a bit on the quiet side maybe, not openly affectionate, yet it was somehow clear to everyone who saw them together that they were deeply connected emotionally, albeit in a strange, silent way. At least that was what they looked like.

During their first months of college, the twins didn't seem too interested in partying, they had not found nor looked for a partner, and they just seemed to throw themselves into their studies, Jess in particular. She took her writing aspirations pretty seriously and spent her nights holed up in her room, sitting at her computer, writing stuff that she never let anyone read, her reclusiveness making her even more of a mystery to their roommates, except Nina, another freshman whom Jess had become sort of friends with, meaning that they talked a bit when they ran into each other. Their other two roommates were a couple of sophomores, Todd and Veronica, who spent most of their free time either out partying or locked in their room having fairly loud sex, not really caring either way about the twins.

Where Jess had an aloof air about her, Jake came off as quite more mellow than his twin sister. He too seemed to be trying to fill up every day with as many classes as possible, as if he wanted to take his mind off something by overloading on schoolwork, but at least in the evenings he relaxed a little, sometimes agreeing to go to a party on campus, even though he never drank and always seemed to leave early. He generally took off in a hurry, flustered and flushed and mumbling to himself, usually after stealing guilty glances at some blond chick while shaking his head and sighing.

*****

Lying down on his bed, his eyes closed, Jake was stroking his rock-hard cock. He kept his naked body as close to the wall as possible, his side pressing against that cold concrete barrier, his ears filled with the sounds coming from Jess's room. 

She was typing. He could hear her fingers firing away at the keyboard, as usual. And, as usual, Jake's mind started wandering while his hand kept working his erection.

In his mind's eye, Jake saw his twin sister. He could picture her sitting cross legged on her bed, inches away from him, on the other side of that wall; her laptop lying on the bedspread in front of her, her green eyes fixed on the screen, her body leaning forward, her big boobs jiggling slightly with her steady breathing, rising and falling, rising and falling. He imagined how his hard cock would feel between those juicy tits, trapped in his twin sister's soft cleavage, massaged by those pillowy mounds of tit-flesh, and his hand rubbed faster.

Deep groans escaped his mouth as, with practiced gestures, he reached with his left hand into the first drawer of his nightstand, grabbed the bottle of lube he kept there, uncapped it, poured the oily liquid on his palm and then lathered his throbbing erection with it. 

"Ooooh Jess..." he moaned, as the transition to the fluid, squishy sensation coming from his lubed up dick pumping into his fist merged with the mental image of his twin sister's mouth engulfing his cock; her beautiful, bee-stung lips wrapping around his girth, the wetness of her sucking mouth bathing his meat in irresistible pleasure.

"Oh Jess... Oh yeah, Jess...Suck me, Jess..."

He was so horny, so achingly in need of release, so lost in his fantasies about his sexy twin, that he barely registered the absence of sound from the other side of the wall. 

Jake's hand pumped his dick faster as his incestuous visions shifted and flashed before his closed eyes, until he imagined himself fucking his sister's moist, warm, virgin pussy. 

"Aaah Jess, your pussy is so tight..."

He had taken her virginity now so many times in his nightly masturbatory sessions that he sometimes wondered if he should change the script for his little dream pornos, but he couldn't. He wanted to re-enact the fantasy of being her first lover over and over, he wanted to re-enter and stretch her tight, sweet, untouched snatch again and again, all the while imagining Jess's squeals of pleasure. He pictured her pretty face distorted with lust and then brightened by a blissful orgasm as he pumped her full of his meat until they both came. 

His climax was close, he could feel his balls start to contract as he fisted his hard-on faster and faster, ready to blow to the mental image of his twin sister's pussy bathing his cock in her girl-cum, her beautiful visage smiling at him, his twitching boner ready to explode. His heart pounded with fleeting, ghostly contentment as he lost himself for a moment in that impossible picture soon to dissolve in the bitter frustration of reality.

"Oooh fuck... Oh Jess!... I love you Jess... Ooooh Jeeeeess..."

"I love you too, Jake."

His eyes popped open. 

His heart skipped a beat, his breath caught in his throat, his hand stopped, frozen, still clenching his pulsing cock, his whole body shuddering. Jake felt like he had been thrown into a pool of ice-cold water as he took in the sight before him.

Jess, his beloved, adored, unattainable Jess, the forbidden object of his burning sexual desire, his twin sister Jess was standing right before him by his bed. 

Her blond hair was up in scrunchie, a few stray locks cascading by the sides of her sculpted face. She was wearing an old Nirvana T-shirt that she had appropriated from Jake, and nothing else. The T-shirt reached her upper thighs revealing her long, shapely legs, and though it was too big and looked baggy on her slim frame, her proud boobs still bulged underneath it. Her face was flushed, her expression seemed nervous and she was rubbing her legs together. Her brow was furrowed as if she was thinking hard on something. She was biting her lower lip as her jade green eyes stared into Jake's.

For the longest moment, the twins just looked at each other. Jake forgot about everything as he lost himself in his twin sister's soulful eyes. For a second he thought he saw a spark of desire in those deep green pools. Then self-consciousness returned and with it, shame. The shame of getting caught jacking off. By his sister. While moaning her name.

"Jess!...What are you..." 

He was squirming, reaching for his discarded clothes to cover himself up, when he felt Jess's hand on his arm, holding him, and her other hand on his cheek, turning him to face her once again. Her touch electrified him and calmed him at the same time, so he just gave in to her gentle pull. 

She placed both hands on his cheeks and sat on the bed right next to him, making her T-shirt hike up a bit to reveal her thighs completely, flashing him her crotch for a second. In a daze, Jake realized she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Jake," she said, locking eyes with him, "I love you."

He could hardly breathe as it all suddenly sank in, the reality of what was happening and what had just happened finally hitting him. Jess had not only seen him masturbate to sexual fantasies of her, she had also heard him say he loved her. And she had just said she loved him back. 

She loved him. 

His eyes bugged out, then suddenly filled with tears. He felt his heartbeat pounding erratically in his ears and the cold sensation he had moments before turned into a scorching, enveloping wave of warmth. He had a lump in his throat as he spoke.

"J-J-Jess... You... You l-l-love... Love m-m-me too?..."

"Yes, Jake. Yes. I love you."

Jake felt tears streaming down his face as he watched his twin sister nod her head, smiling and sniffling, as she began crying herself. Seeing her then, looking at her tear-filled eyes through his own tear-blurred eyes, feeling her close to him in body and soul, perceiving their life-long bond being revitalized and overflowing with energy, alive again like it had not been in months now, Jake let out a long drawn-out sigh of pure relief. 

All the pain, the desperation, the frustration, the self-doubt, the isolation, the impression of being starved for oxygen because he couldn't communicate with his other half, the unbearable distance from the one being in the world he had always known and trusted and loved, the feeling of having a part of himself cut off from his body, all of it melted like snow in the sun and was washed away with the tears that trickled down his face and down the delicate face of his beloved sister. 

She loved him. He knew now. He was sure. She had been through the same hell as him, and now not only had she managed to pull through her own torments, but she had also come to rescue him as well. He could not have loved her more if he wanted to, and he did want to. 

"Jess... Oh Jess..." 

Jake sat up straighter and reached his arms to hug her, but she pushed him back. 

"Wait," she said, and for a second Jake's brain was plunged in panic again. But it was just a moment. Then came pure bliss. 

Before his disbelieving eyes, Jess pulled her T-shirt over her head, remaining naked, revealing herself to him, unveiling the glory of her soft, round, heavy tits to her puzzled twin brother. Jake's tear-filled eyes blurred his first look at her young, slim, flawless body, her gentle curves and soft lines, her smooth alabaster skin. Most of all though, Jake's unfocused gaze was drawn to that heavenly pair of boobs he had dreamed so much about. But no fantasy of the many he had concocted compared to the reality of their beauty, their perfection, their fullness, the delicate mouth-watering sheen of her rosy, puffy areola, the pink hardness of the long, erect nipples.

His gaze was still locked on her tits when Jess turned to him and threw herself into his still outstretched arms. 

The twins fell back against the pillow, locked in a loving embrace. Jake's arms held Jess's slim frame to his chest as tightly as possible, her soft mounds squashed into him, her hard nipples poking at him deliciously, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their faces pressed into the hollow of each other's shoulder, their tears getting wiped away as they nuzzled each other's neck. Their nostrils were filled with the unique and yet familiar scent of their twin's skin, their naked bodies intertwining, their crotches coming in contact for the very first time. 

As Jake felt his rock-hard cock press against the warm, wet, welcoming puffiness of Jess's pussy lips, a groan escaped from his mouth, mirrored by a muffled squeal from hers. He held her tighter to himself, making her squirm and feeling her grind against his groin, as she rolled them on their sides and began speaking between cathartic sighs.

"Oh Jake, I'm sorry, bro... I'm so sorry... I tried to deny it... This, us... I tried not to love you, bro, but I can't... I can't do it anymore and I don't want to, it's impossible... It's just not possible, I need you Jake, I missed you so much..."

They were facing each other, their eyes shining with emotion, their cheeks wet from the recent tears yet flushed with desire, their bodies pressed together, Jake's cock against Jess's labia, their noses touching, their lips brushing, their words spoken directly into the other's mouth.

"Jess, don't be sorry, you have just saved me from going completely crazy, or at least spending my life in misery. I had given up on us, sis, on our love, on being with you... I thought you'd hate me and be disgusted if you knew that I... " 

Jess giggled and stroked his cheek, smiling, an impish light glinting in her big green eyes.

"That you jack off every night thinking of me? I know all about it, bro, this wall is not that thick you know..."

Jake blushed violently but couldn't help but crack a smile too. Of course she knew, she was bound to have heard him moan one of the countless times he stroked himself to climax groaning her name. He had never tried to disguise what he was doing, too horny and too resigned to his frustrating fate to care. Actually, deep inside his lovestruck and sex-deprived brain, Jake had even hoped sometimes that Jess would hear, would know, would somehow react. He certainly didn't expect any actual reaction, nor this one specifically, but he was surely happy that things had turned out this way, with the two of them lying together, naked, in his bed.

"I guess I wasn't too subtle, was I?"

"No, bro, you weren't..." Jess giggled, her hand moving like a feather touch from his cheek and tracing his neck, caressing down his toned chest, traveling lower still. "But it's okay, I... I liked hearing you, and... Well, I got inspired actually..."

Jake was shivering from Jess's touch, her words and the feel of her soft hand on his skin letting him know that he could get bolder. He placed one hand on his twin sister's back, pulling her closer so that her big boobs were squashed into his chest, feeling the poking hardness of her erect nipples, his fingertips tracing the arch of her spine and the lines of her side until he met the flaring curve of her hip, where he stopped to massage the soft, taut, luscious roundness of her bubble-butt. His other hand reached lower, between their bodies, resting on the inside of her leg, his exploring digits making their slow way up from her warm thigh toward her steaming crotch.

"What do you mean you got inspired? Like, you masturbated too while I did, or wha-ah-aaaaah!..."

Jake's words dissolved into a moan as he felt Jess's tiny hand reach his throbbing cock, her fingers caressing his spongy, purple, pre-cum oozing glans. Her fingertips dipped into the big dollops leaking down from his knob, lubing his length and then deftly wrapping around it, barely reaching around his girth, squeezing his hardness. He moaned deep in his throat and grabbed her ass harder with his left hand as the fingers of his right hand reached his twin sister's labia, meeting her wetness, basking in her warmth, and pushing further up into her hairless, dripping pussy.

"Ahhh yeees, Jake..." she moaned as he started fingering her soaked hole, his digits exploring her soft folds, sending hot flashes through her body, making her voice shaky as she continued to speak in whispers.

"Yes, I fingered my pussy thinking of you right here stroking your cock... Thinking of you touching my pussy like you are doing now... Thinking of lots of things..." 

Her lips were brushing against his, her tits pressing into him so hard he could feel her accelerated heartbeat through that squashed, pillowy softness. Her hand was slowly pumping his long, rock-hard shaft and his fingers were soaked in her juices as he slid one then two of them in and out of her leaking, virgin pussy. 

And, before they even knew it, the twins were kissing. Their lips were barely touching at first, their kisses light and delicate, their mouths tasting each other for the first time, then they gradually got more passionate, their long denied urges finally surfacing, their tongues exploring and dueling and dancing, until Jake and Jess lost themselves in a deep soulkiss as their hands masturbated each other's sex. 

As their kiss deepened, a sense of joyous ecstasy enveloped the twins, a feeling of completeness that went beyond the mere re-establishing of the perfect understanding of each other that they had always had before puberty started shaking it. Some deeper, stronger connection was being made, and they could feel that the physical intimacy they were finally sharing was opening up new possibilities for love and trust and happiness between them.

To his own surprise, it was Jake who broke their lip-lock. The idea of finally getting to know what his beautiful sister had been thinking for all this time was just as exciting to him as the fact that they were naked and making out in his bed.

"What things, Jess? Tell me, sis, tell me everything, please... I want to know what you thought all this time, and what you do when you hear me jacking off..."

"Mmmh, naughty stuff, Jake..." she murmured, between kisses, her hot breath getting ragged from the pleasure they were giving each other, from the eroticism of what they were doing. "All the sexy stuff I wanted to do with you, bro... Oh Jake, if you only knew how much I've been thinking about you, about us, like this, and so much more..." 

"So did I, Jess, you really have no idea... I thought I'd go crazy some days, I couldn't stop thinking about you, I wanted you so much, sis, so fucking much!..."

He pumped his fingers harder into her slick cunt, carefully easing a third digit into her tight entrance, feeling her tiny hand squeeze harder around his meat, her jacking motions getting more urgent, eliciting groans of pleasure from him. 

"Oooh...! Mmmh, me too, Jake, I've had all sorts of fantasies about us... And since I couldn't make them come true, I started writing them down... Mmmh, yeah, finger me, Jake... Like that, ooooh yes... Don't stop, bro..."

"What do you mean you wrote them down? Like, sex stories...?"

"Yeah, kinda..." she said, biting her lips and closing her eyes, her hand pumping faster on her brother's cock, his fingers feeling amazing inside her tight pussy. "Actually, yes, sex stories. Erotica, you know..."

Jake couldn't help but laugh. "Oh Jess, I know. I really do. I read plenty of erotica online, and mostly, uhm, I..." 

"You went for incest stories, I guess?..." she said arching an eyebrow and kissing his nose, biting at it lightly.

"Jeez, sis, how did you know!?"

They both laughed and kissed again, the irony of the situation too blatant to ignore.

"Well, Jake, I assume you've read incest stories because, I... I've been writing some, I still write them, so... What I meant when I said that I got inspired listening to you jerk off is, well..." 

As she spoke she had turned her gaze down to their pressed together bodies, to their sexes, so close to each other, their hands masturbating them, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her hand pumping his thick cock. It was a vision so erotic that Jess felt her stomach flutter with mounting libido, multiplying the pleasure from her twin's digits slowly pumping into her virgin hole. Her voice was husky as she continued talking.

"I started writing incest stories back at home, based on, ooohhh Jake, yessss... Based on my fantasies about you, about what I hoped to do with you, mmhhh... Yeah, finger me, bro, oooooh... I was just trying to make sense of how horny it made me feel to think about us together... Mmmh it's so good, you finger my pussy so good, Jake... So I turned my sexy mental scenarios into plots I could control, with characters that could do what we weren't doing.... Mmmhh, yeah, deeper like that, bro... And since we got here and I first heard you masturbate... Ooooh yes, finger my pussy, Jake, ooohhh... I always got so turned on at night when I heard you through the wall, imagining your hard cock, imaging you lying here, naked, stroking your big dick... Mmmh... I wrote my hottest stuff while you were jerking off, Jake, so that's how you inspired me..."




Inspiration Ch. 01



Her words were like an aphrodisiac to Jake. His arousal was making him dizzy, his cock leaking pre-cum in a steady stream, his hands getting hungrier for his twin sister's body. He had three fingers vigorously pumping into her wet, tight pussy, while his other hand was alternating between kneading, massaging caresses on her firm bouncy ass and bolder explorations down her crevice, his probing fingers roaming into her buttcrack, the tip of his middle finger poking deeper still, teasing the tender, crinkled ring of her anus. Then a mind blowing thought struck him.

"Jess!..."

"Yeah?"

"Your stories... Did you post them somewhere on the web?"

She blushed as she nodded, still looking down at his cock pulsing in her hand and her own sopping pussy full of his fingers. "Yeah, I posted some... I still got lots of half done ones on my computer though, and some I didn't like much..."

"What's your nickname, Jess?"

The realization of what her twin was getting at made Jess finally avert her gaze from the spectacle of their mutual masturbation. She had a glinting spark in her green eyes as she looked into Jake's own orbs and told him where she had published her stories and under what name.

Jake thought his head would explode as he took in her words.

"Oh my god, Jess! I read all your stuff!"

"Y-y-you did!?" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise, her cheeks coloring with sudden, absurd, adorable shyness as she mumbled the fatal question. "Did you... What did you think of... Did you like them, Jake?"

The hottest moments of his favorite stories, in fact Jess's stories apparently, flashed before Jake's eyes. He knew some of those scenes and dialogues by heart now, he had read them and masturbated to them so many times. They were all incest based plots, mostly involving twins, but also siblings in general, and they were insanely good as far as he was concerned. There was everything he liked in them, everything he fantasized about: oral, anal, big tits, facials, lots of cum, squirting, and it was all always so smoking hot. There were also a couple of longer, more structured and romantic stories in there, which now Jake realized were Jess's attempt to somehow give shape to her emotional turmoil, but mainly his amazing twin sister's work was a collection of smoking hot, straight to the point, sweetly perverse, wham-bam incest sex. 

He was so blown away by this discovery that he had left her question hanging, and he suddenly realized that Jess's uncertain expression was changing into one of worry, as if she was taking his silence as an indication that he didn't like her writing. He shook his head to recover from his reverie, then he kissed his now puppy-eyed twin sister furiously. 

"They're fantastic, Jess!" he said, shaking with excitement. "You're a great writer, sis, seriously! I'm your number one fan! You're my favorite fucking writer on that website, Jess, I jacked off to your stories like a million times! Holy shit, sis, this is..."

"...unfuckingbelievable!" she finished for him, her heart beating just as fast as his, her eyes just as wide, just as full of desire.

Like a bolt of lightning, like an adrenaline rush, like a sudden blasting overdose of the most powerful drug in the world, a mutual recognition spiked through the twins' already sizzling minds, triggering an atavistic, primal, uncontainable sexual need. Now, beyond any doubt, they knew they were meant to be together in the most absolute, deepest, most carnal way possible. They didn't just look alike, feel alike, think alike. They lusted after the same things, they fed their libido off the same erotic fantasies. And now they knew.

This final revelation overcharged them both, bringing their mouths together again, lips sucking on lips, teeth nibbling at mouths, saliva flowing from one tongue to the other in a messy, sloppy, scorching hot lip-lock whose ferocity resembled the eating frenzy of two starved predators, while their hands roamed faster, more urgently along their warm twin bodies, each masturbating the other in a growling, mewling, panting rush toward a climax that they simply needed now, achingly so, or they would burst.

"Jess, oooh... I'm gonna cum soon if you don't stop that..."

"Mmmh, oooh yeah bro..." she said, her eyes closed and her mind far away, lulled on the rising waves of the climax her twin brother's sawing fingers were bringing her. When his words registered though, she open her eyes and pulled back from him, her hand leaving his aching cock. 

"Jake, wait a second," she said, swiftly sitting up on her knees. "I want you to cum in my mouth, bro, I want to taste you." 

Groaning as he forced himself not to cum at those magical words, Jake watched his sister reposition herself on top of him in a 69, her luscious butt hovering over his face, her hairless, soaked pussy glinting with juices mere inches from his nose, her sweet spicy fragrance filling his nostrils. The visual of those rosy, puffy, sopping wet labia and the opening folds of his sister's virginal vagina were so heavenly, so beyond any of his many fantasies that he felt his cock flex in response to that amazing sight. 

"Oh my god, Jake, you're so big..." Jess said as she leaned down, her face inches from her brother's rock-hard cock, her hand wrapping around his girthy base, slowly jacking him off. Her soft lips brushed against the slick, pre-cum coated glans, kissing the bulbous head gently, savoring the clear fluid with raspy laps of her tongue. 

"I'm not sure how much of you I can take in my mouth, bro, I've watched plenty of videos but I've never given a blowjob befo-ooh-ooooh... Oooh Jaaaaake!..."

Her words were cut short and her brief moment of anxiety at the thought of not being able to take her twin's cock in her mouth evaporated in pure ecstasy the moment she felt Jake's lips clamping on her pussy, his tongue probing into her gushing entrance, his hands groping her taut ass, parting her cheeks, exposing her virgin holes. As waves of sweet warmth rippled from her groin through her whole body, Jess closed her eyes and let the pleasure claim her. Before she knew it she was plunging her head down on the juicy piece of brotherly cock-meat in front of her, stuffing her face with it, sealing her full lips around that thick pole, sucking on it for all she was worth.

Desperate not to cum too soon, Jake was going to town on Jess's delicious pussy, focusing all his attention on what he was doing. He tried not to let his mind dwell on the fact that his twin sister was sucking him off with gusto. He didn't want to enjoy too much her fantastic lips massaging his twitching column, her tongue licking at his pulsing knob, her warm wet mouth slobbering and suckling on him, her pretty blond head bobbing up and down on his lap and gobbling more and more of his fat pole at every plunge. He groaned in pleasure at the fantastic feel of his sister's cocksucking mouth drooling around his shaft, the sloppy sounds of her blowjob and the purring moans from her cock-stuffed face making him even hornier and closer to exploding in her mouth.

In a last effort to distract himself, Jake slipped his tongue out of his twin's pussy and began lapping at her whole snatch. He focused hard on his task, starting from her budding clit and moving up along her sopping labia and dripping hole, and further up still, past her silky smooth perineum and finally stopping to lick and kiss and lap at her tiny, pink, crinkled asshole. 

Jess's reaction was immediate. A shudder of pleasure ran through her and she gasped around her brother's cock before releasing it from her mouth, needing to breathe deep, to moan out her enjoyment of the anal rimming Jake was giving her.

"Mmmfh... Oh Jake!... What are you... Oh my god, bro, ooooh!..." 

Her appreciation of his attention on her anus egged Jake on and he redoubled his efforts. He lapped harder and deeper at Jess's virgin holes, starting with a long sucking kiss on her clit and ending with a slobbering series of licks and laps and smooching pecks on her butt-ring, all the while slurping away at the increasingly copious nectar she was gushing in his mouth.

Her pussy fluttering and dripping, her sensitive asshole pulsing with sparks of pleasure every time her brother's probing tongue tickled and teased it, Jess simply couldn't focus on blowing her twin anymore. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy and started to switch straight from sucking her clit to rimming her asshole, Jess was so overcome with the rush of her incoming climax that she couldn't do anything but lie her head down on Jake's muscular thigh. Her full lips were parted in a continuous whimper as she distractedly kissed his heavy, shaved ballsack, her eyes half closed, her hands gripping his spit-slick cock and just squeezing on it, barely fisting his meat.

"Ahhh... It's so good, Jake, you lick me so good, bro... I'm close, so-ooh-ooooh close... Your tongue is gonna... Mmmh... Make me cum so hard, bro... Ooooh!..."

The point of no return came when, after a particularly long and wet kissing and licking session on her asshole, she felt her brother's tongue enter her anus. Pushing and probing and wiggling its way in until he gently broke through her well-rimmed sphincter, Jake started assfucking her with his tongue. His lips sucking on her pink rosebud, his saliva lathering her crevice, his tongue thrusting inside her ass, Jake went crazy on his twin's butthole, lost in his analingual frenzy.

"Ooooh... Uhh!... Uuuhhhh!... Jake!... I'm gonna..."

Suddenly his tongue was gone from her ass, a finger pushing against her rosebud instead, sliding easily into her saliva-drenched anus, going deeper than his tongue, stimulating her even more, making her mewl out in uncontrollable ecstasy. At the same time a third finger started pumping into her tight, quivering pussy and she felt his mouth on her clit again, his lips devouring her sopping fleshy flower in a flurry of sucking and licking that culminated in a whirlwind of lashing tongue strokes on her engorged nub. At that point, the combination of anal, vaginal and clitoral stimulation all mixed together instantly summed up and blasted off in the most powerful orgasm Jess had ever had. 

"Oooooh!... Jaaaake... Aaaah!... Mmmmh... Cuuuu... Cummiiiiiiiiing!..."

As he heard her scream out her pleasure, Jake felt his mouth getting flooded in his twin sister's girl-cum, Jess's juices drenching his face as he pushed himself deeper into those dripping folds, lapping and slurping up all the sweet nectar she had to give him. 

When the deluge of pussy juices subsided, Jake gradually slowed his finger-fucking motions and eventually extracted his digits from his sister's tight holes. When she was completely done cumming, he pried Jess's buttcheeks open again with his hungry hands so he could lap up any remnants of her orgasm, slobbering her pussy and asshole with his saliva in the process.

"Jess..." he said, interrupting his slurping. "You taste awesome, sis, your pussy is so sweet..." 

Panting in her afterglow, vaguely seeing her brother's thick cock standing rampant right in front of her blurry eyes, her sensitive pussy tingling but enjoying the persistent caresses of her twin's tongue nonetheless, Jess could only purr in response. Languidly, she raised her head from Jake's thigh and opened her mouth wide to take his throbbing hard-on between her puffy lips.

"Mmghf... Mmmgh... Mmmfglh..."

As Jess once again started bobbing her head on his dick, blowing him with hungry, sloppy, deep sucks, Jake's mouth unclasped itself from her pussy. He let his head fall back on the bed, his neck suddenly weak, all his thoughts now focused on his long-delayed orgasm, only his hands still grasping Jess's perfect, firm, tight bubble-butt, his fingers still subconsciously kneading that supple ass flesh. 

"Ahhh Jess, yes... Suck me, Jess... Ooooh fuck, sis... Your mouth feels so good on my cock, so fucking good, sis, ooooh..."

His eyes were closed as a growing surge of pleasure made him moan incessantly as he felt his sister's soft lips wrapping tightly around his aching shaft. Their clamping suction was driving him crazy. He shivered as her tongue worked his length, the warm wetness of her pretty mouth engulfing him, sucking him lovingly, gobbling him down, taking him as deep as she could. 

He knew he wouldn't last. Those sucking sounds alone were too erotic, not to mention the visual he got when he shifted slightly to look around her bent and kneeling frame so he could admire that amazing image of Jess going down on him, moaning around his cock, her eyes closed in concentration, her sensuous lips stretched obscenely around his fat tool. Her spit was running down from the corners of her mouth and trickling along his shaft, her bobbing head pushing down, further down, as she tried to take more of him. She was clearly giving everything she had, totally dedicated to this, to him, her twin brother whom she was giving his and her first blowjob .

"Ggllluk!... Ggrglukh!..."

Jake finally lost it when, after some gagging and spitting and ever deeper plunges on his cock, the soft entrance of Jess's throat opened up and he felt his cock slide into her gullet, her lips reaching his shaved balls, her throat contracting around his girth, milking him in amazing spasms of deepthroating delight that made his fat length twitch and his balls churn. For a second, he was balls-deep in his twin sister's throat, and it was heaven.

"Fuuuuuck!... Jess, I'm gonna cum!... Sis, here I..."

Coughing and choking, spitting shiny strands of thick saliva on his pulsing meat, Jess pulled her face back up and took a deep breath. Then she quickly went down again to inhale her twin brother's whole length, cramming his dick all the way into her pretty mouth, facefucking herself, feeling slutty and turned on like never before as she did her best to make their first blowjob unforgettable. 

"Gggluck... Gglllukh... Glglukh..."

Jess throatfucked herself fast and deep, gagging on her twin's twitching pole, forcing it down her gullet, enveloping and squeezing it in her tight throat, swallowing his meat down balls-deep five more times before he exploded, yelling out his orgasm.

"Aaaah, sis... Here I... CUUUUUM!..."

Jake's first powerful jet of cum went straight down her throat, shooting its way to her stomach so fast that she could not even taste it. She just felt its creamy thickness coating her esophagus. Wanting, needing to taste her brother, Jess quickly pulled that bucking tool out of her gullet and let it slide out of her still hungrily sucking mouth until she had only the fat, spongy head resting on her tongue as rope after rope of thick, white seed kept splashing into her oral cavity. Jess sucked and swallowed as fast as she possibly could, her soft lips tightly sealed around her brother's erupting cock, her tiny hands grasping it at the base, holding it steady while she pumped it fiercely, determined to milk every last drop of cum from him.

"Aaaah Jeeeeees!... Sis... Oooh yeaaaah!..." 

Though unprepared for the massive amount of semen her twin was feeding her, Jess had watched enough porn to know what to expect and how to avoid choking on an ejaculating dick. She moaned around Jake's exploding shaft as she struggled not to lose even a single precious dollop of he brother's huge load, loudly gulping down the incessant, torrential blasts of thick seed her was letting loose into her devouring mouth. Jess was feeling insanely turned on by what she was doing, her excitement so extreme that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second. 

The mere idea of acting sexy and slutty and naughty in real life and not just in an abstract fantasy of her own creation was making her shiver with erotic delight. She was indescribably happy to finally be doing what she had read and wrote and fantasized about so much for so long, and the fact of doing it with her beloved twin brother made her go all aflutter inside. 

"Sis, ooooh god... You're so great at this, Jess!... It's even better than I imagined it would be, you're so amazing, sis..."

As she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of brotherly cum, Jess was proud of her still limited but already developing cocksucking skills. She felt thrilled that she was making Jake cum so much with her very first blowjob, picturing many more to come, and much more that she wanted the two of them to do together, shivering in anticipation while already knowing how great it was all going to feel. Finally accepting that she was free to act on her desires after repressing them for so long, she couldn't see a limit to the fun and pleasure and joy they could give each other from now on. 

As the deluge of spraying milky ropes gradually diminished, Jess could eventually stop swallowing right away and just let the last spurts accumulate slowly in her mouth, her cheeks slightly bulging. She took her time as her taste buds got acquainted for the very first time with the taste of a man's cum, and specifically, with the unique taste her twin brother's cum. She purred as she savored Jake's ejaculate, the salty yet somehow sweet, intoxicating flavor and the thick, creamy texture of his seed appealing instantly to her. 

Before finally releasing his still semi-hard cock from her mouth with a squishy popping sound, Jess gulped down the final mouthful of cum she had patiently milked and suckled out of him. She smacked her lips and licked them clean to make sure that not a drop of her creamy treat had escaped her hungry maw.

"Mmmh... That was really yummy, bro..." she said looking over her shoulder into her twin's disbelieving gaze, an impish smile on her puffy, cum-glossed lips. 

Sighing contentedly, Jess climbed off her brother's body and lay down beside him, cuddling into his side, her head on the hollow of his shoulders, her big tits pressing into his chest, her eyes staring into his, sparkling with lust and awe just like his own.

"Really, Jake, you taste so good. I had no idea what cum would taste like, but yours was really great..." she said, giggling all of a sudden. "And you gave me so much of it, bro, I can feel your sweet cream filling my tummy!"

Jake wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her in for a kiss. The twins tasted their own juices on the other's lips, both delighted that the other was comfortable with it, each reassured in the reaffirmed depth of their intimacy as their tongues eagerly explored each other's mouths, their lip-lock strong and tender, their moans once again doing the talking as their mouths kissed and kissed and kissed. Jess in particular seemed curious about tasting her own pussy juices, interrupting their make out session to lick around Jake's mouth, lapping at his shiny cheeks and soaked chin, gathering her own nectar to taste herself and then bringing some of it back into her twin's mouth, sharing her secretions with him.

"You taste amazing too, sis," said Jake as their soulkiss burned itself down to a series of slow, light brushes of lips upon soft lips. "I loved licking your sweet pussy, Jess, and your tiny little asshole too, a lot..."

Jess purred into his neck at the mention of her butthole and the delicious rimming her brother had given it. 

"Oh Jake, that was awesome, I thought I'd pass out when I came... It felt amazing when your were fingering my butt... And what you did to my asshole with your tongue was incredible, it felt so good, the way you were licking me... And when you pushed into in my ass... Mmmh, just thinking about it makes me so horny... I love that we're finally doing this, bro, that we are together completely, like this..."

"It's all thanks to you, Jess," he said, feeling his heart swell with love for his twin sister, his hand lightly brushing her beautiful face, his fingertips caressing her soft cheek. "I will thank you for the rest of my life for this, sis."




Inspiration Ch. 01



As she leaned in to kiss him again she felt his hands run hungrily over her body and she moaned deep in her throat, loving the desire for her that radiated from him, feeling the same passion for her brother burning inside herself.

"I just finished what you started, Jake. That night at that party..." she sighed, shaking her head. "I was so stupid, so confused about my feelings for you back then, and the way I acted..." 

Jess averted her gaze for a moment, suddenly too embarrassed to meet her twin's loving eyes, recalling how close she had come to ruining everything, how this came so close to never happening. She paused and bit her lips nervously, shuddering at the thought. 

"It should be me thanking you, Jake. You stopped me from wasting this all just because I was too scared and I wanted that frustration and those feelings to be over, no matter how... God, I can't believe I risked losing this, losing you... But you prevented that, you opened my eyes that night... After what you did... I simply couldn't ignore this anymore, bro..."

Jake cupped his sister's chin into his hand and gently turned her beautiful face upwards again, looking at her, smiling at her, kissing her lightly, feeling the softness of her full lips, again and again. When he sensed her relax and he heard her purr again, Jake knew that her sad memories and bitter regrets were finally evaporating in the warmth of his affection. 

"Jess, we're together now," he said, between tender kisses. "That's all that matters, sis. You and I, just the two of us. Together."

"Just the two of us, bro," she murmured into his lips. His love and his desire for her were so simple and absolute and true that she felt their presence like a physical thing, like she felt his embrace, reassuring her, warming her, dispelling any dark thoughts and past insecurities, their perfect sibling harmony finally restored and now deeper and stronger in the bonding closeness of their naked bodies lying together.

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To be continued...



Inspiration Ch. 02



Author's note: This is the continuation of my Inspiration story. This second part starts off from the very ending of chapter one, so it's best to read that first. Special thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing this. This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Enjoy!

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"Jess, we're together now," he said, between tender kisses. "That's all that matters, sis. You and I, just the two of us. Together."

"Just the two of us, bro," she murmured into his lips. His love and his desire for her were so simple and absolute and true that she felt their presence like a physical thing, like she felt his embrace, reassuring her, warming her, dispelling any dark thoughts and past insecurities, their perfect sibling harmony finally restored and now deeper and stronger in the bonding closeness of their naked bodies lying together.

Their kisses soon grew more ardent, their breathing became ragged, their arousal increasing until Jess straddled him, rocking her hips on his crotch, grinding her sopping pussy against her twin brother's half-hard cock. She moaned into their lip-lock as she rubbed her clit on his stiffening meat, her hands running through his spiky blond hair, pulling him harder into their soulkiss while his fingers possessively roamed her body. 

Jake's hands were hungry for her warm, smooth, sisterly flesh. He grabbed her curvy butt, sinking into her firm bouncy asscheeks, then he moved up to her buxom tits, his palms full of the soft flesh of those magnificent boobs. His fingertips tweaked her painfully erect nipples, pulling them and eliciting squeals from Jess, then he massaged her heavy jugs delicately, until he rushed to feel his way down her slim frame, past her flaring hips, stopping to squeeze her perfect bubble-butt again. 

Jake's lust for his sister was so complete that it made it impossible for him to pick a favorite part of her body to place his hands on, missing what he wasn't currently touching yet lingering on what was filling his avid fingers. His mind pictured where he would move to next, increasing his fever, making his twitching cock fully hard again in no time, his glans oozing a constant stream of pre-cum that mixed with his twin's sweet nectar, making her grinding motion sloppy, fluid and teasingly delicious. 

The choice of where to stop his roaming hands was made for him when Jess broke their make out frenzy and sat up straighter on top of him, arching her back, pushing her chest forward into her brother's face, her proud, round, swaying boobs pushed out, offered to his parted lips. 

"Oh Jess!" he said, his hands slapping down on her ass, grabbing her buttcheeks firmly as his mouth went straight for her boobs, his lips planting butterfly kisses on her soft tit-flesh, his eyes closed in adoration. 

"Oh my god, sis, you've got the best tits... I love them, Jess!..."

Jess smiled, mewling in pleasure as she locked her hands behind his neck and pulled Jake's face into her heaving breasts. Her head was lolling to the side as she looked down at her twin kissing her jiggling mounds. She smiled as she enjoyed his obvious lust for her tits and his ravenously pawing hands on her ass. Her brother's incessant attentions were turning her on more and more while delicious sparks of warmth continued to spiral upward from her clit rubbing against his thick erection, the combined stimulation electrifying her body and inflaming her mind.

"You really like them a lot, don't you Jake? Do you like my big titties, bro? Ooooh!... Mmmh, yes Jake, ooooh yes... Lick my tits bro, kiss my nipples..."

"Mmmhf mmph mmmmh!" 

He didn't even bother to raise his face from the heavenly softness of his sister's cleavage, he just mumbled his answer through a mouthful of her smooth tits. His nostrils inhaled her inebriating scent, his head darted from one jiggling mound to the other, his lips were clamped on those soft, fat, puffy areolas, sucking on them as his tongue darted to titillate the hard nubs of her nipples. All the while he kept trying to open his jaw wider, wanting to cram as much of his sister's silky, delicious boob-flesh into his mouth as possible.

Her hips still rocking, her pussy lips still splayed around her brother's hard shaft as she increased her grinding tempo, Jess whimpered at each lick, each teasing nibbling bite, each deep suction on her sensitive breasts. 

"Oooh Jake, I love that you like my tits so much... I was always uncomfortable with my big titties, I thought they made me look weird, like they... Ooooh yes, like that bro!... Like they were too big for the rest of my body but... Aaaahhh, yes, Jake, yes, harder!... Pinch my nipples with your teeth, bro, harder, yes, bite on my hard nipples, ooooh yeeeees!... But I always felt better knowing you liked them, feeling your looks on my tits... You made me feel good about myself, bro, I was so glad knowing that you liked my boobs and you liked me the way I was... Aaaahhh, yes!... Suck on my titties, bro, lick my big tits, oooohhh!..." 

Her climax was building fast thanks to her brother's dutiful and enthusiastic tit-worship. The looks they exchanged (when Jake managed to tear his eyes off of her plump jugs and turn his head up from the ample valley of her cleavage) told her that he was enjoying this as much as she was. Jess was breathing hard and grinding more erratically on his hardness when a thought struck her and she turned her head to look at the alarm clock on Jake's nightstand. When she saw the time, she felt her heart flutter.

"Jake!... Jake, oooooh... No, noooo ooohh... Wait..." she croaked, her voice husky with her building climax, as she gently tried to unclasp her brother's face from her tits and make him focus on something other than devouring her big boobs, but he wasn't so easily deterred. 

"Mmmh yesss... No, I mean... Wait just wait a second, bro, ooooh!... Jake, Jake, look at the time!..."

Frowning in slight disappointment, displeased that he had to stop feasting on his sister's soft, juicy tits, Jake sighed and turned to look over his nightstand at his alarm clock. It was past midnight, he saw. And he immediately understood.

He turned back and looked his adored twin sister straight in her big, lustrous, jade green eyes, taking in the delicate lines of that beautiful face, the face he pictured in his mind whenever he heard the word 'love'. He smiled at her full, upturned lips as he took in the perfection of her slim body, luxuriating in the rightness of their being together like they were now, naked, close, touching, tasting, having sex, giving each other pleasure, and he realized that this, he and she, the two of them, were simply meant to be. Jake felt and knew that Jess was thinking the same thing, he had no doubt. 

They stared at each other for long seconds, until Jess arched an eyebrow questioningly, her expression comical, her frown ironically serious. Jake just laughed and nodded. And then, just like they had done ever since either of them could remember, they said the words, together.

"Happy birthday, Jay!"

They laughed at their goofy attachment to this childish tradition, even now that they had just turned nineteen. Still, they were both glad they were keeping it alive. As always after their mutual happy birthday wish, Jake and Jess embraced. Now though, differently from their previous birthdays, they kissed, deep and long, their tongues dancing, their lips drinking each other in, their voices muted but their moans speaking volumes as they extended their soulkiss on and on, feeding off the pure passion of a long denied desire that had finally bloomed, free and strong and true. 

While they made out, Jess had started slightly repositioning the two of them with nudges and little jerking movements until Jake was sitting cross legged. His back was straight and his arms kept caressing her whole back from neck to tailbone to buttcheeks while she was sitting up onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his muscular back. His stiff cock pressed against her crotch, his hardness teasing her clit. Jess's tits were pushed against her twin's chin, Jake's face squashed between those juicy jugs he was so fond of, forcing him to interrupt the long lip-lock with his sister's lips to sometimes french-kiss her pink, puffy areolas and nibble at her hard rosy nipples, making her squeal until he once again mashed his restless lips against hers.

They were starved for air when Jess broke their long kissing spree and reached her hand between them, wrapping her fingers around her brother's cock.

"This is our birthday present, Jake," she murmured into her twin's mouth.

Jake's heart started beating madly as he watched Jess raising her hips from his lap, her hand guiding the fat spongy knob of his cock between her soft, sopping labia and pointing it at the entrance of her wet, warm, virgin pussy.

"Jess... Our first time... Together... Ahhhh, sis!..."

"Ooohhh!... Uhhh!... Jaaaake..."

They both moaned as Jess let go of his cock and slid slightly down on his rock-hard length, the bulbous head easing its way slickly into her welcoming folds, opening her tight vaginal entrance and poking into her hole. 

Jess wrapped her arms around Jake's neck, using them and her legs around his back to hold herself up, whimpering as she prepared to slide down on her brother's cock. Their gazes locked. There was no tension, no nervousness, no apprehension on their faces. Only excitement, undiluted joyful exhilaration and a certainty that everything was perfectly fine.

"Jake..." she said, her voice shaking with barely contained lust, her high cheekbones flushed, her eyes feverishly bright. "I'm not exactly... Well, I am, but... My hymen, you know... I mean... I... I've used a dildo to masturbate, so it's..."

She couldn't contain a nervous laugh. Saying it out loud seemed so absurd that it was comical. Jake saw the irony of the situation too, and smiled.

"It's okay, sis. I used my hand quite a lot, too..."

The twins giggled and Jess slapped his shoulder playfully. Their laughing fit turned into a chorus of moans though, as their squirming motions made Jake's cockhead push further into her tight, wet pussy sending jolts of pleasure up her whole body, the muscles of her shapely thighs aching to let go and let her fall down on his length. 

"But I am a virgin, Jake, I never had sex before..." she said, panting now, teasing herself by waiting, yet enjoying the sweet torture, needing to tell her brother this, wanting him to know without a doubt that she was his, completely, truly his. 

"It seems so natural to do this with you, bro... I've wanted you for so long, Jake... I can't see how anyone else but you should be my first... My only..."

"Oh Jess..." he said, hugging her to him, kissing her lightly. "You are the only one for me, sis. You always were. I love you, sis, I love you so much."

"And I love you, bro," she cooed, her soft folds pulsing and leaking pussy-juices around her brother's thick spongy glans firmly embedded right past the entrance of her virgin hole.

They were kissing languidly, moaning and whimpering into each other's mouth as Jess started sliding gently down on Jake's shaft. She relaxed the thigh muscles wrapped around his back that kept her upright on her brother's lap, letting her slim body go, her round bubble-butt slowly descending down on that big pulsing pole. The sloppy entrance of her pussy was getting stretched and filled by inch after inch of cock, her wet, warm, silky folds opening like a fleshy flower to let her brother smoothly slide in, penetrating her chaste pussy. 

As more and more of his hard meat entered her virgin hole, the twins' gazes became glued to their groins. Their eyes were unable to stop looking at the amazing sight of their bodies joining, their voices reduced to whimpers and moans as Jess's tight snatch accepted the girthy hardness of Jake's meat, her puffy cunt lips splayed open, her snug hole leaking pussy-juice onto his invading cock, coating that fat shaft in clear nectar, easing his steady invasion of her offered vagina, his veiny pole gradually disappearing into those soft depths. Before the twins' awestruck gazes, the scorching hot image of their very first coupling burned itself in their minds as a permanent reminder of this memorable night. 

"Ohhhh Jake... Uuuhhh, bro... I can feel you... In me... Oh my god... It's..."

"...so amazing!" he finished with a gasp. 

They smiled and kissed, panting, as she slid slowly further down, taking more of her brother's cock into her willing pussy. 

"You feel so good, sis, I can feel you all around my cock... So warm, so soft and tight... Oh Jess, I love being inside you, you are fantastic, sis..."

Her breathing ragged, her body shaking from the crashing waves of delightful heat radiating from her lower body as she felt a cock inside her for the first time, her head spinning in mind-numbing pleasure knowing that it was not just any cock but her twin brother's hard shaft. Her pussy felt amazingly full, her vaginal walls wet and slick like never before as they massaged that invading thickness.

Jess had half of his length pulsing inside her virgin pussy when she stopped controlling her gradual descent on Jake's pole. Suddenly, biting her lips and feeling even more aroused by an added thrill of anticipation, she completely relaxed her thighs around Jake's back and just let herself fall, slamming down on him, taking his cock all the way inside her. 

"Uh!... Uuuuhhhh!... Oooooh, bro!... Oh my god!... Uuuhhh!..." 

A burst of light flashed inside her head and the warmth pulsing in her abdomen suddenly turned into a burning hot wildfire. Jess felt completely full of cock for the very first time in her life, full of her brother's cock, full of the one person in the world she had always loved, the one she knew without a doubt she would always love, would always want, like this, like they were now, joined and fused into one, flesh into flesh, loving and loved and making love.

"Uuuh... Ooooh, Jaaaaaake!... Aaaaawwhhh!..."

Jess wasn't sure she was having an orgasm, she didn't think so at least, there was some discomfort lurking underneath the new sweet sensation of fullness, and the pleasure felt more mental than physical at first. Still, it felt great. It was a sudden and stabbing feeling, different from the growing and finally exploding burst of prolonged joy that she was used to expect from an orgasm, but there was pleasure there, a lot of it, and it was all focused in the instant she found herself completely impaled on her twin's cock. His fat shaft was filling her virgin pussy to capacity, that pulsing brotherly meat probing up inside her womb, pushing in, pressing up, throbbing as her sensitive channel contracted around him, making her twitch and squirm in turn, causing her pussy to leak more and more juices as her hole opened of its own accord, naturally accepting and caressing that thick girth, welcoming him where he belonged, inside her sisterly vaginal folds.

"Fuck!... Aaah fuck, sis!... I'm balls deep inside you, Jess!... It's... Oooh yeah... Fucking amazing, sis, you feel incredible!... Aaaaahh, Jess..."

Jake's eyes had been still magnetized and glued to the sight of his sister's tight pussy dribbling her sweet juices on his length as she slowly descended on him, but they bugged out as soon as he saw those puffy pink cunt lips suddenly rush down on the remaining half of his dick, swallowing him whole. A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he felt the hot, moist, tight folds of his sister's virgin pussy wrapped around his entire length. Her soft, snug, accepting hole was pulsing against his own twitching cock, her silky smooth vagina enveloping him in the most sensual massage imaginable.

Groaning in pleasure, Jake turned his gaze up to look into his twin sister's face. Sitting in his lap, Jess was transfixed in sexual delight, her head thrown back, her spine arched and her big tits jiggling deliciously as they rose and fell in time with her ragged breath, their heavy softness bouncing against Jake's neck right below his chin. Her eyes were barely open, her brow was creased as if in concentration, her face was flushed and dreamy, her expression one of pleasure so deep and new and powerful that it made her appear ecstatic, her mouth hanging slack, her puffy lips parted as a constant husky whimper of lust escaped her throat. More strands of her blond locks had fallen free of her scrunchie, her long wild hair tumbling down to her shoulders, along her neck, on her cheeks, those cascading strings of gold framing her pleasure-distorted features in the most beautiful picture Jake had ever seen.

"Jess, I love you so much... You are breathtaking, you should see how beautiful you are now, you look... I can't even find the words, sis..."

Her twin's voice brought Jess slowly back to reality as she gradually descended from her semi-climax. The initial discomfort in her maidenly pussy was already fading, absorbed and diluted and finally lost into higher and higher waves of delight. Her mental dizziness was growing into intoxicated bliss as the shocking pleasure of their first time together amplified the incredible sensation coming from her cock-crammed hole. 

She smiled in pure happiness as she took in her brother's words, his sweetness, his love, his tender affection for her making her melt inside, her own feelings for him resonating out, hopefully reaching him as she absorbed his voice. She gave up on trying to express her thoughts though, her pleasure too big, her excitement too urgent to allow her mouth to form complex sentences. But she knew her beloved Jake would understand anyway.

"Aaaah... Jake... I love this... Oooooh... I love you... You in me... Uuuhh... Sooo good, bro... Oooh... I have all of you... Uhh!... Uuuuh... You're so big in me, Jake... Aaaahhh, yeeees..."

Lovestruck as never before, his brain awash in the joyful lust of making love to his adored twin sister for the first time, his cock twitching inside her perfect sheath of caressing warmth and enveloping wetness, Jake kept still, balls-deep inside her. He let Jess ride out the initial discomfort of the penetration, waiting for her to adjust, feeling her silky hole reshape itself by the second, their bodies adapting to each other, learning to be one in the other. 

As they panted and groaned, Jess's arms wrapped tightly around Jake's shoulders and back while her pussy molded itself round his cock. Their mouths made contact again and they shared a long series of quick, breathless kisses. 

Straining to hold still inside her, crazy with arousal for his beautiful twin sister but knowing she needed time for her tight virginal hole to get used to him, Jake channeled his passion into his hands. He let them roam Jess's smooth body freely, hungrily, touching her all over, caressing the arch of her spine, massaging the flawless skin of her ass, tracing her supple flesh of her toned thighs then following the delicious curve of her taut buttocks. 

When he reached the crevice of her ass-crack, his palms grabbed her luscious globes. His fingers separated those round tight orbs further apart and traced the crinkled entrance of her anus with his fingertips while he pried her ass open, making her butt-ring gape slightly, just enough for him to tease her sphincter, making her squirm and moan deeper into his mouth. 

Then his hands were on the run again, up her back, to squeeze and caress her shoulders, massaging her thin neck, then down her slim arms, on her soft flat tummy, then up to cup her heavy boobs, his digits filling to overflowing with soft tit-flesh, pinching lightly on a fat nipple. Touching her, adoring her, feeling her with the abandon and ardor of a life-long lover finally embracing the object of his desire, Jake kept silently paying homage to his irreplaceable Jess with his caresses.




Inspiration Ch. 02



The lights to the book store were turned out followed by Stew and Rosangela stepping out along with the store owner. The store owner locked the door.

Rosangela said to her boss as he walked away, "Night, Al!" She turned and looked at her ogling friend and co worker.

Stew questioned, "Are you sure?"

She gave a definite nod.

He shook his head then asked, "You want me to wait here with ya?"

She simply shook her head.

He huffed then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder. He sarcastically stated, "Good luck, you freak."

She smiled wide then stuck her tongue out at him.

He slowly turned and started away but shouted, "Tell me all about it Tuesday!"

She giggled as she shook her head. Yes, Stew was a gay gossip queen and loved juicy stories. She watched him wave to her as he disappeared around the building corner, tossed him a quick wave in return. 

She continued to shake her head then looked about the somewhat vacant street. Typically during the evenings that street died out and the other main streets became the focus of traffic. Her head turned and looked down one way then shifted to look down the other. Was she being stood up by the author practically idolized? 

A slight flash of lightening took her by surprise, she looked up to the somewhat smoggy sky dimly illuminated by the lights of the busier side of the city. From above a raindrop smacked her in the forehead. She groaned, "Shit." She huffed and thought, great now she was going to be stuck standing in the rain. 

A grumble of thunder sounded.

Her arms tossed up, caved to the idea she was stood up. She sarcastically griped, "Just awesome." 

Another raindrop struck the top of her cheek, she quickly wiped it off then groaned. Yep, she thought, another disappointment to chuck into the pile of other disappointments. 

A glare of headlights steered onto the dark street.

Her eyes looked to the low beams, lifted her hand to block out some of the glare. Was it him?

Her eyes followed as the pretty spiffy looking car slowed as it neared where she stood on the curb. She finally smiled as another annoying drop of rain struck the top of her head. 

The black Porsche rolled to a stop directly in front Rosangela then the passenger window automatically rolled down. 

She slightly crouched and peered into the expensive car. 

Victor apologized, "I'm sorry I'm late."

She smiled then shooed his apology with her hand and stated, "It's okay, I wasn't standing here long but you're just in time," she pointed up, "It's about to down pour."

He grinned then urged, "Well, get in before it does."

She chirped, "Okay." 

She grabbed the door handle then swung the door open and got into a car she never thought she would ride in. 

The door closed and she looked over at him as the window rolled back up. She greeted, "Hi."

It suddenly started to downpour.

He continued to grin as he shifted the Porsche into drive, turned on the windshield wipers then steered it away from the curb. 

He greeted back, "Hello."

She asked, "So, where you taking me?"

He kept his eyes forward as he steered the car to the left onto another street. He replied, "My favorite place in the entire city." 

Yet, he wished he could just drive straight to his apartment but he was a man of his word, dinner first. 

He announced, "Grenio's off Franklin."

"Oh," she perked then stated, "I haven't been there."

He held the steering wheel with one leather gloved hand as the other cupped the center council gear shifter. He commented, "Then you're not from here."

She shook her head and agreed, "Nope." then she gave a bit more, "Been here for about six months now."

He stated, "Then you're in for a treat." Yes, but the actual treat wouldn't be until the whole dinner bit was finished and they were at his apartment. 

For those few hours of waiting to see his inspiration again, he contemplated exactly what would take place once at his place. He had many ideas going about his thoughts, very colorful and vivid ideas. Those long awaited creative ideals were again his to bring to life and they were on a constant stroll through his thoughts. 

His eyes glanced at her, she focused looking out the window. She even had an amazing profile. It had been a while that he had done a side profile, not since book three, Paulette. 

His grin broadened as his eyes again looked forward. 

Inside Grenio's, Victor Hardway was excitedly greeted by the proprietor, he an obvious regular and likely the most famous to have been in the quaint and dimly lit restaurant. 

The proprietor, the restaurant's namesake, Grenio escorted the author to the usual booth in the back. 

Victor thanked Grenio as Rosangela sat center booth and he sat himself at the edge. 

Grenio asked, "The usual, Victor?"

Victor replied, "For me, yes, and a bottle of your best red wine, please." he looked to Rosangela and urged, "Order whatever you like. The best Greek and Italian dishes."

Rosangela smiled with a nod then looked to the widely smiling and kind owner. She went with what she typically ordered when it came to Italian, "Chicken Alfredo would be nice."

Grenio nodded and chimed, "Of course, straight away and Joey will be here with fresh bread." He gave a gracious nod to the two and scurried off shouting out orders to their server.

Victor leaned forward, removed his trench coat and draped it over the provided hook attached to the booth frame. He reached into his inside blazer pocket and asked his guest, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

Rosangela looked to Victor and, with surprise, asked, "They allow you to smoke in here? Most places don't."

He removed a fresh cigar from his pocket along with a silver flip lighter. He explained, "My privilege, I assume." he then again asked, "Do you mind?"

She shook her head and stated, "Not at all, go ahead." 

He tucked the cigar between his lips and lit it up with a few puffs. He explained a bit more, "I've been coming here way before they put out the ban on smoking in public establishments." he leaned back, enjoyed the taste of his smooth cigar, "That's why I sit back here, Grenio keeps it open for me." His cigar holding hand gestured behind her.

She turned her head and slightly shifted. She smiled, an autographed photograph framed and hung behind her on the wall. "Nice," she stated then again looked to him and forwardly asked out of curiosity, "If you don't mind, why'd you ask me to dinner?"

He played dumb and stated, "I thought I explained that back at the book store."

Her eyes suspiciously eyed him then she asked, "And what's with what you wrote in the book? I'm your muse?"

He chuckled then commented, "Straight to the point, huh?" he shifted somewhat to the side then rested his elbow a top the table, "You don't hold back any punches, hmm?" He took another long drag then held the smoke for a moment, slowly exhaled from his nose.

She slightly laughed then shook her head, "Guess not."

Fresh sliced Italian bread was delivered with a traditional Italian sausage dipping sauce and set to the center of the table followed by a crystal ashtray for the honorary guest. 

Joey the waiter proceeded to set two empty glasses of wine then pried the cork.

Victor focused on his blunt guest then asked a question, "Well, why do you read my books?"

Rosangela took a quick glance as the waiter poured the wine then returned her suspicious eyes to her host. She replied with a question, "Well, why do you write them?"

He widely grinned with a smoky laugh, flicked the cigar ash into the provided ashtray. He replied, "That should be obvious." he then commented, "But it's not completely obvious why you read them." 

He gave a quick thanks to the waiter but kept his eyes on her.

She again grinned then replied, "I read them for the same reason you write them."

His eyes widened a bit with curiosity then he encouraged, "Please, do tell me why I write them and you read them. I would love to hear your opinion."

She grabbed her glass of wine and took a swallow then answered, "You write them because you're obviously into their content."

He approved of her suggestion, knew immediately she basically confessed she too was involved with the fetishes he erotically wrote about. 

He immediately stated, "Then you too are into their content."

She took another sip of wine then agreed to his observation, "Yes." then she explained, "Likely many are into what you write but the majority won't admit to it or event conduct it because they are ashamed or embarrassed."

He gave an approving nod then stated, "Very true." then he had to ask, "But what about you, are you ashamed or embarrassed or do you conduct your confessed fetish?"

Another sip of wine she took then snatched up a soft slice of bread and started to pry a piece. She confessed, "No I'm not ashamed or embarrassed." she tucked a torn piece of bread into her mouth then confessed further, "But my moments of conducting this said fetish haven't been well conducted, if you get my meaning."

"Hmm," he hummed and took another drag, with his following words smoke streamed, "You are saying your partners have failed to conduct exactly what you desire." he watched her nod then he asked, "But have you forwardly told them?"

She chewed as she thought briefly about her past few years. She shrugged and replied, "In one way or another."

"No," he said, slightly shook his head then explained in question, "Have you openly and verbally said to your partners what you desire?"

She gave a quick answer, "Yes and no. Some yes. Some no."

"Hmm," he again hummed then advised, "For future circumstances I recommend complete honesty in the very beginning, verbally that is. Saves on time and hassle."

She replied, "Noted." 

He again chuckled with smoke puffed passed his lips. His smile broadened then he inquired, "And those you so blatantly confessed your desires to, how did they respond?" Flicked another ash.

She grinned as she again chewed another piece of bread. Instead of answering his question, she questioned him, "Well, how did your past muses respond when you forwardly stated your desires you wished to perform on them?"

Hmm, yes, he enjoyed her. He answered, "You would be amazed what a woman would do for ten thousand dollars." 

She suddenly coughed, somewhat taken aback by his confession of having paid women to do as he desired. She roughly swallowed then asked, "You're saying you paid them?"

He openly stated, "Not for what you think." he leaned a bit closer, "I paid the women who are displayed on my covers for their permission to place them in those intricate situations."

She frowned then asked, "You're saying those women are real women? Not just something you've come up with out of your head?" she watched him shake his head, "So they were models then?"

"No," he responded then explained further, "They were all random women I met, like you."

She somewhat grimaced, not sure if she understood his reference towards her. Then she stated, "I'm not like them."

He immediately agreed, "No they aren't. Each are different but you," he leaned back with his eyes focused heavily on her expression, "You are remarkably unique. You are unlike any one of them which is pleasantly refreshing."

"So, you paid them," she spoke his statement then blatantly asked, "You tied them in all those positions then fucked them?"

He was truly amused by her blatant and quite colorful question. He eagerly answered, 

"Only three."

She was surprised and stated, "Three, wow. I expected you pretty much fucked them all."

He explained the circumstances, "Only three because those three were truly aroused by what I had done. The others, well, they basically did it for the money and were, sadly, not interested."

She suddenly laughed, thought it impossible for any woman to not want him beyond a paycheck. 

He curiously frowned by her response then asked, "What's so funny?"

She cleared her throat, took another sip of wine to help clear her throat. She stated, "Well, it's you." her eyes directly aimed into his, "You're Victor Hardway, the master of fetish erotica and also, if I may, you're gorgeous." she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, "I have a very hard time believing only three wanted to fuck you."

"God's honest truth." he stated then his lips made a curious slanted pucker and he asked, "Do you wish to fuck me?"

She again laughed then firmly stated, "I'm not dead, am I?"

Oh, yes, he thought, he was definitely being creative that night. 

He leaned forward, buried his eyes within hers then asked, "So you wish for me to intricately bind you then fuck you?"

"Yes." she confidently stated.

Things were working perfect for him. 

He then suggested, "Then why don't we get our meals to go then we can go to my place and I'll do exactly as you want."

"No," she quickly replied, loved the confused expression that enveloped his eyes.

"What?" he asked, not the response he expected.

She simply grinned, didn't answer but undid the buttons of her cardigan then slipped it off to reveal the spaghetti strap bodice of the dress beneath. 

"Excuse me." she said, he still eyed her with confusion or, she thought, was it surprise from her denial. She scooted along the seat then rose up from the booth. 

He watched her every move, still reeled from her refusal. His eyes peered up at her as she stepped to him. Unable to resist, his eyes took in the unveiled and much more prominent cleavage and the manner her full breasts were lifted by the support of the dress bodice. 

His eyes again lifted to hers.

Her expression was sweet though inside she beamed, knew she had totally screwed up the famous author's plans for the evening. She announced, "I need to go to the lady's room. 

Oh," she purposely leaned over him as she reached for her bag, "Excuse me." 

He leaned back as she leaned over him. His eyes immediately went to the curve of her full backside, the hem of the dress again slightly hiked. His eyes shifted the moment she moved and followed as she rose up.

She flashed him a smile then sauntered off towards the lady's room. 

He took a quick look at her strut, there was more than just confidence in the manner her hips sashayed beneath the flow of the dress, defiance.

He looked forward then loudly huffed. He reached and removed his fedora, swiftly combed his gloved fingers through the thick waves of his hair. Then he started to remove his leather gloves. 

It was immediately evident he had a true challenge on his hands. This time around, he swiftly determined by her actions, inspiration might have to be earned instead of easily obtained. 

He dropped the fedora atop the table then grabbed his glass of wine and devoured it nearly with one swallow. 

She entered the bathroom and loudly giggled. What a rush, she thought, author Victor Hardway, the master of written erotica was flustered by her. 

Quickly she hiked her dress then removed her black lace panties and shoved them into the bag. She stepped to the provided mirror then refreshed her lipstick, strategically working around the labret piercing. 

The food had been delivered and Rosangela returned to find the author without his signature fedora. She pleasingly smiled, finally able to see his crowning glory of thick and nearly black hair lightly streaked outward at the temples with strands of gray. Mentally she noted, positively loved the curl draped against his forehead.

She sat before the plate of Chicken Alfredo, glanced at him and read he continued to seem a bit confused by her actions. 

Instead of inquiring about his expression, she dipped her fork into the cream sauce drenched fettuccine pasta. The moment the delicious traditional Italian filled her mouth she hummed in approval which finally forced his eyes from his thoughts. She smiled wide as she chewed.

His brow furrowed, lines deepened. 

Her brows curiously lifted in question to his expression. She swallowed then asked, "What's wrong? Don't like your food?"

His brow remained furrowed as he shook his head and reluctantly focused on dinner. Would there be dessert? 

The situation had grown silent, remained that way until both were finished, he again lit up another cigar. 

She finished nearly three quarters of the wonderful meal, washed it down with a swallow of wine. She broke the silence, "You were right, that was a treat."

He took a lengthy drag and gave a simple nod in agreement.

She focused on him, his expression had become somewhat unreadable. Her eyes gave a suspicious expression then she commented, "You became rather quiet, Mr. Hardway."

He exhaled smoke through the corner of his mouth then replied, "Just thinking." He brought the cigar between his lips and inhaled.

She tilted her head then asked, "About what?" then she quickly answered for him, "Trying to figure out why I said no, right?"

He exhaled through his nose then agreed, "Yes."

She elaborated, "Well, I said no to going back to your place. Never once did I say no to, well, fucking." 

"Okay." he simply replied.

She set her cloth napkin atop the table then scooted herself along the booth seat until she was directly beside him. She slightly faced him seated sideways. Her head again tilted as she studied his stone faced expression. Then she stated, "I know what you were expecting."

He calmly responded, "Enlighten me."

She gave a sharp nod then did as requested, "I figured you out, well, your whole creative process." 

He encouraged, "Go on."

"Well," she leaned closer to him then continued to enlighten him, "You find your inspiration, these women, get them back to your place and coax them to do as you want with an offer of ten thousand big ones." she closely watched his unchanged expression, "Seven women to be exact, each one did as you wanted but only three you confessed to have fucked."

"Okay," he agreed.

She stated, "But I don't want ten thousand dollars."

"Fine," he agreed, kept his tone calm.

"Oh," she continued, "And I don't want you to fuck me after you got what you wanted out of me."

He corrected her, "You stated you wanted me to fuck you."

She nodded, agreed then reminded him, "But I never said when and definitely never stated afterwards."

He asked, "What are you getting at?"

She leaned even closer, rested her hand against his knee then slowly inched it up the length of his thigh. Her eyes glanced down at her wandering hand then again looked into his. 

She gave him a question, "How badly are you in need of your muse, Mr. Hardway?" Her hand slid forward and brought her fingers against his inner thigh.

His lips formed a curious pucker as he made a mental note, she was definitely unlike the other inspirations. He answered her question, "Depends on exactly what my muse wants in return for being said muse."

Her lips formed a grin then she stated, "Well, said muse is definitely not interested in money."

"Got that." he quickly stated then slightly demanded, "Get to the point."

Her brows perked in response to his tone which was quite nice to hear. "Okay," she agreed to his demand then swiftly cupped her hand firmly over his groin but he didn't flinch, "I'm thinking it's about time for Mr. Hardway to have a little change in his creative process." she gripped his groin, only saw a quick twitch about his lips then asked, "What do you think?"

He made another quick mental note, she was definitely aggressive but where her hand was located, he was perfectly at ease. 

He responded with a question, "Why change what has always worked for me in the past?" He gave her a questioning lift of his brows then took a casual drag from the cigar.

"Well," she pressed her hand firm against his crotch then stated, "With that question, I assume you don't need your muse as badly as you claim." She gave one final firm press against his crotch then pulled her hand back. 




Inspiration Ch. 02



Back to her spot before the nearly empty plate she scooted. 

His eyes subtly narrowed at her as she slipped on her cardigan and started to redo the buttons. 

She glanced at him then mocked him with a wide smile. She casually stated, "Guess this dinner is over." she continued to smile at him, "So, I'm guessing I'll call a cab." She grabbed her bag and dug out her cell phone.

Dammit, he thought, she was the inspiration he waited for and she was prepared to basically step out of his life completely and deny him the inspiration he needed. 

He caved and asked, "What is it you want?"

She coyly tilted her head as the cell phone was lowered. 

He again urged, "Tell me what you want."

A voice interrupted, Joey the waiter asked, "Shall I bring the bill, Mr. Hardway?"

Victor slightly grumbled, tucked the cigar between his lips and dug into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He jerked a credit card from his wallet and handed it to the waiter.

Joey stated, "I'll be right back, sir." The waiter left.

Victor's eyes darted to the slightly troublesome inspiration. He quickly urged, "Just tell me what you want."

Rosangela grinned, enjoyed the tension in his tone. She commented, "But you obviously refuse to change your process, so why should I tell you?"

His face became stone serious again, definitely frustrated.

She belted out a loud giggle at his expense. She never once imagined that the author of her favorite books would be desperate to call her his muse. 

She cleared her throat of any further giggles and finally confessed what it would take for him to have his muse. She gave her terms, "You will fuck me before you get what you so desperately need which basically says I'll get what I want first." she lifted her hand to stop his response and continued, "But you will fuck me according to my specific instructions. You either agree or you don't. You agree, you get your muse. You don't, you lose your muse." She gestured with her hand he could give his response.

Yes, he has fucked many throughout nearly sixty years, so fucking wasn't the issue. Yet, the issue was, she was to be his muse and would fucking her beforehand ruin his creative process? 

She spoke up, "Yes or no."

Typically he was the one making bargains and giving demands. He huffed while he snuffed out the cigar. He went to give an answer but Joey returned with the credit card and receipt. He snatched it from the kid's hand. 

Again he went to give his answer but she then interrupted.

She looked to the waiter, "Would you be so sweet as to box all this up." She gestured to the food.

Joey nodded then started gathering the leftovers.

"Thanks," she said to the kid then looked back to Victor, "You were going to say?"

Victor's eyes again narrowed at her. He went to speak but again she interrupted.

"Oh," she said, "One more thing." she cleared her throat, "What you want, you don't get until I'm good and ready and satisfied."

His face again turned into frustrated stone. 

She urged, "Okay, you can give your answer now."

He slowly exhaled, cleared his throat then forced an agreeing smile and finally gave his answer with a little hiss, "Yes."

She excitedly clapped her hands together then cheered, "That's awesome!" she then started to scoot from behind the table and stated, "You can take me home now." 

His mouth slightly gaped by her statement, had intended his place not hers.

She stood up, hooked her purse over shoulder then questioned, "What?"

He snatched his fedora, placed it atop his head then rose up. He was beyond frustrated, more than he was when the damned inspiration was lacking in his life. Silent, he grabbed his trench coat.

Joey returned and handed the boxed leftovers to Rosangela who thanked him. He smiled and said goodbye then turned and left.

Rosangela commented, "Nice kid, hope you gave him a good tip."

Victor rolled his eyes then stated, "It was added to the bill."

She smiled then strutted passed him, and commented, "Hope it was a big add."

His eyes narrowed as he briefly took a moment to watch her continue strutting away. He jerked on his trench coat then followed behind her. The frustration clear in each of his steps.

*****

(Author)

Y'all frustrated with me like Victor is with Rosangela? Well, get used to being teased for that's how I roll. There needs to be foreplay before the any finale can be reached.



Inspiration Ch. 02



As they panted into each other's mouth, Jake felt Jess starting to move in his lap. Her thighs were constricting him and her heels digging into his back as she raised her slim body slightly, her tight pussy sliding up. Her folds bathed his length in their nectar as she let his pole out, her tight bubble-butt raising from his crossed legs, their pleasure groans growing deeper and quicker as they enjoyed the slick friction of his hard cock exiting her warm, snug, sisterly hole.

Jess couldn't stop twitching all over as she relaxed her thighs and felt herself slide down on that invading shaft again. Her pussy sent spasms of ecstasy as she impaled herself on her twin's hardness, his bulbous cockhead rising up to open her and fill her as she plunged down on him until she felt her smooth labia make contact with his thick base, his shaved, swollen balls resting against her juice-dripping cock-filled entrance. 

"Uhhhh!... Jaaaaake!... It's fantastic... I love it, bro... Oooooh!..."

"Me too, Jess... You are so warm and soft around me, so tight, so wet, sis..."

Gently, slowly, she did it again, raising herself off him and then letting herself go, spearing herself, sheathing that big, veiny, rock-hard brotherly meat inside her womb. Her whole body tingled as she felt him pulse inside her sensitive hole, again and again, until she got into a rhythmic motion, rising higher off him every time, suffering from the increased emptiness for a second, her pleasure even bigger as she slammed down harder and harder onto him. The craving to be filled was causing her pussy to leak juices in a steady stream that mixed with the pre-cum that her constricting vaginal muscles were milking from Jake, making every renewed, deeper, longer penetration a bit easier. 

Jess began bouncing steadily on her twin brother's cock, her head thrown back and her mouth open to let out louder and louder squeals of sexual joy announcing her already incoming climax. Whimpering, she arched her back more and more, extending her neck and offering her throat and chest to him, pushing her tits in his face as she grabbed onto his back harder with her legs and arms.

"Oooh Jake... Jaaaaake, I'm getting close, bro... This is so good, I love your cock in me, bro... Oooh yeeees!... I love you Jake, I love this so much... Uuuhhhh!... Ooooh god, yeeees!..."

Feeling her constricting pussy squeeze him harder, grunting in pleasure as he admired his twin sister impaling herself on his pole, Jake grabbed her ass tighter as he replied through ragged breaths.

"You're so hot Jess... Your pussy is incredible and you look so fucking sexy as you bounce on my cock..." 

Their words, their incestuous coupling, their lust and love, the insane eroticism of the situation were getting Jess crazy with pleasure, her mental satisfaction just as great as the physical stimulation. She felt like a sex goddess in the eyes of her brother, she could feel his hungry gaze on her and it made her smile with delight, knowing he meant every word he said, knowing he was adoring her, adoring this, just like she loved slamming her pussy down on him, feeling him rush straight up her cunt, stuffing her womb with his thick hardness, moaning with her, throbbing in pleasure inside her as she massaged him into her tightness while she took pleasure from his pulsing length invading her again and again and again.

"Jess, you're so fucking awesome... I've never been so hard and turned on, sis, never like I am now, looking at you fucking yourself on my hard cock... " 

"Uuuh!... Ooooh fuck!... Yes, yes I'm fucking myself on your hard cock and I love it... Oooh yesss!... I'm fucking my brother's cock and it's the best feeling in the world!... Oooh fuck, Jaaake!... I'm gonna cum soon, bro... Oooh fuck fuck fuck!..."

Determined to make his sister cum like never before and unable to resist the offered treat of those magnificent boobs jiggling right under his nose, Jake clamped his mouth on a puffy areola and started sucking voraciously, trying to take as much of her soft tit-flesh inside his mouth as he could, all the while teasing her pebble-hard nipple with darting strokes of his tongue.

Jess's reaction was immediate and she started bouncing harder, impaling herself deeper and deeper as her nipple sent further sparks sizzling through her body to match the building tremors from her tight, leaking, cock-filled pussy. 

"Oooh, fuuuuck!... Yes, bro, yeeeeeah... Suck my titties, lick my big titties... Oooh like that, bro, yes, suck my hard nipples, Jake, that's so good, bro!..."

Encouraged by her response, getting closer and closer to his own climax but ardently focused on maximizing his sister's pleasure, Jake moved one ass-grabbing hand deeper into the valley of her splayed open butt-crack. He pressed a finger against her anus, teasing her rosebud, finding it still wet with his saliva from the deep rimming he had given her and now moist with some of the copious run-off from her sopping pussy. 

"Ooooh!... Uhhh!... Yesssss... Oh my god, Jake... It's so good!... Keep doing it, you'll make me cum so hard, bro... Your mouth, your fingers, your cock... Ohmygodohmygodohmygod..."

As he slowly massaged his sister's butt-ring into relaxation, circling it gently with a poking digit, his mouth still feasting on her heavy tits, Jake led his other hand away from her sculpted bubble-butt and snaked it between their joined bodies. His fingers darted down Jess's tummy until they found the wet parted entrance of her cunt lips and his fingertips made contact with the protruding, engorged nub of her aching clit.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Jess's body as soon as Jake's hand touched her clit, electrifying her. She couldn't even moan at first, the feeling was too good, too great and too sudden. His rubbing fingertips on her clit and asshole made her whole body quiver, her pussy contracting as her well sucked nipple buzzed with pleasure. Her head spinning, her heart pounding, her ears ringing, her hips a blur as she fucked herself on her brother's cock with deep, hard, spearing slams, Jess heard herself whimpering and sobbing, the waves of warmth rising higher and higher, the ecstasy increasing, until she crested over and she came screaming.

"Oooh yeaaaah!... Aaaaah yeees!... Jaaaaaake.... I'm... Cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!..." 

The intensity of her climax washed her away, the fullness of her pussy, the nibbling and sucking on her nipple, the frigging on her clit, the teasing on her anus, it all mixed in a chorus of pure sexual satisfaction as she rode the highest climax she had ever had. 

"Fuuuuuck!... Jaaaaake, ooooooooh, fuuuuuck!..."

She had never felt anything this good, an orgasm this intense. And then it got even more powerful.

Jake felt her pussy squeeze around his embedded cock as she slammed down on him one last time before staying there, her no longer virgin hole stuffed fully, his hard shaft packed balls-deep inside her twitching wetness, her voice louder and higher with every new moan of ecstasy, her cunt flooding with girl-cum as she yelled out her climax. He groaned and held on, forcing himself to ride out her orgasm, willing himself not to explode inside her just yet, straining as she milked his cock with her hot, impossibly tight, freshly deflowered pussy. He couldn't cum though, he wasn't done with her yet. 

Basking in the glorious feeling of having seen his sister cum from their first fuck, overjoyed that it was him who had made her cum so hard, Jake focused entirely on her as he enjoyed the priceless sight of watching your beloved scream out your name while she orgasms with your cock deep in her pussy. He let her yell out her pleasure for long, delicious seconds, then he proceeded with his plan to make her cum even more.

Jess was still high on her climax when she felt the sweet tingling sensation from her brother's fingertip teasing her asshole increase to a flaring ripple of delight. His probing digit slowly but surely entered her butt-ring, her sphincter muscles opening for him, her tightest and most secret hole clenching around that intruding finger pressing in until it was knuckle deep into her anus, and then gently pumping out, and back in, and out again. 

Her eyes shot open and her ragged breath caught in her throat. A sense of fantastic panic froze her and then burned through her as she realized her orgasm, instead of abating, was rising up again, higher, impossibly higher than the already incredible peak she had just crested.

"Uuh!... Uuuuh!... Oooh!... OOOHMYGOOOOOOOD!..."

Her head shot back and her spine cramped and arched to breaking point. Her tits were squashed into Jake's face and her clit was humming crazily as his fingers resumed their circling rubs at an increased speed. His mouth started devouring her tits even more ravenously, his teeth sinking into the fat puffy flesh of her engorged areolas and grating into her achingly hard nipples. And, through it all, his cock was still stuffed to the hilt into her leaking pussy. 

But mostly, above all this, topping and completing and tying together all the multitude of stimulation she was enjoying in one big delightful shock, from deep inside her, a series of pleasure spasms was propagating upward into her frame as her asshole contracted around not one but now two of Jake's fingers masturbating her anus in long, determined, easily gliding pumps. His digits were sinking into her rectum completely, pushing into her butt and then pulling out just to delve in again, opening up her sphincter and stimulating her delicate anus once more. Her twin brother's fingers were pleasuring her in such a delicious, erotic, unusual way that she felt her just bloomed orgasm trigger again, bursting louder and hotter and so much deeper, sending her mind spinning away as she lost herself in a scream of ecstasy.

"OOOOOH!... JAAAKE!...YEEEESSS!... AAAAAH!..."

As Jess was seized by her empowered and overpowering second consecutive orgasm, Jake kept up all he was doing to her tits, her clit, her asshole and her pussy. He worked his hands and mouth and tongue and cock on his twin sister until her screams started to break into unintelligible animalistic mewls and she finally exhaled a long, choked sigh from her parted, puffy, smiling lips. Then her body went limp in his lap, her head fell forward, resting on his shoulder, her thighs and arms still wrapped around his back suddenly relaxed and were left hanging there, lifeless.

Jake unclasped his mouth from her tits and extricated his fingers from her asshole and clit, hugging his sister to his chest. He kissed her head, his nose buried in her lush blond mane, inhaling the unique scent of her, listening to her long, gasping breaths as Jess recovered from her earth-shattering climax.

Jake spoke softly into her ear, nibbling and suckling lightly at her lobe, "You okay, sis?"

A purr, deep and vibrating with absolute satisfaction, was her answer, before she managed to somehow find the strength to raise her head and straighten up on his lap, squealing as she felt his rock-hard cock twitch deep inside her pussy.

With glazed, sparkling eyes, Jess smiled drunkenly at her twin. Then she kissed him ardently, her lips enveloping his, her tongue languidly probing into his mouth, until she smooched him loudly and pulled back.

"Jake, oh my god... Bro, it was fantastic! You were so awesome, Jake, you are the best brother in the world and I love you so much!..." she said breathlessly, her afterglow amplified by his cock still buried in her tight hole. Reaching up to the top of her head, she freed her hair from the scrunchie, letting her sex-tousled mane tumble down in a blond, majestic waterfall bathing her neck and shoulders and breasts in flowing golden locks. 

"Jake, I want to do this again, and again, and again! I want us like this, like we are now, having sex, all the time!" 

Jake laughed, "I could live with that, sis..."

She smiled and leaned in again, kissing him, her hands grasping the back of his head, running through his messy, spiky, blond hair. 

"All the things you did to me, Jake, oh my god, it was so incredible... I knew having sex with you would be way better than any of my fantasies and stories, but bro, really, it was so good, at some point I thought I was gonna explode!..." 

Jake smiled and blushed slightly at his sister's words, happy that she had liked her first time with him but also reassured. It was his first time too after all, and though it all felt very natural and spontaneous, it meant a lot to him that Jess was telling him she had enjoyed what he had done. 

He was about to speak to express his gratitude when Jess started contracting her pussy muscles in long squeezing spasms, making him moan. Purring herself as she felt her brother's cock throb against her clenching vaginal walls, Jess giggled and started rocking her hips, grinding against his pelvis, his buried cock twitching inside her womb. 

"And speaking of exploding, bro..." she said in a sexy whisper. "You still haven't cum... You wanna cum in my pussy, Jake? Wanna fuck your sister's pussy with that big hard cock and cum inside her, bro?..."

Jake grunted as her words went straight to his brain, fueling his already burning desire for his amazing twin sister. He had wanted her so bad for so long, and now he had her, and she was offering herself to him completely. Feeling her absolute willingness, emboldened by her dirty talk, thrilled by the sexy hint of mischief in her tone, he let his passion for her drive him. 

"Oh fuck yeah, Jess, I wanna fuck you so bad, sis!"

Jake growled and Jess squealed as he lifted her and rolled her over onto her back, her head resting on the pillow, her legs spread open, her tiny feet pointing to the ceiling, his cock still embedded inside her tight, soaking wet pussy as he knelt between her splayed open thighs. He ran his hands up her supple calves, caressing the smooth skin of her long, shapely legs. He kissed that toned, silky flesh as he settled the back of her knees on his shoulders and pressed himself forward, grinding his fully embedded cock into his sister's welcoming womb. 

He groaned as he leaned over her beautiful frame, staring at her smiling face. Her long tousled locks were pooled on the pillow in a golden halo. Her full lips were open in a throaty whimper and curled up in excitement. Her green eyes glinted with an undeniable lust that mirrored his own.

Jake felt his cock twitch inside her as he looked at his beloved sister, his desire for her barely contained as he decided to make sure one last time before he went completely berserk on her. 

"Aren't you sore Jess? I can be gentle if you want..."

She had brought her hands to her big tits, cupping them and massaging them, pulling delicately on her engorged nipples. Jess was moaning and smiling up at him, getting turned on by the burning need she saw in her twin brother's eyes. She was thrilled by their new position, it made her feel wonderfully naughty as she looked at her legs pointing straight up in the air, by the sides of Jake's handsome face, his body looming over hers, his toned chest heaving as he breathed deeply, his cock so hard and big, filling her so perfectly. She was mewling already, the slow ebb and flow of a new tide of pleasure already starting to ripple deep in her abdomen.

"Fuck me hard Jake, I fucked myself on your cock and had my fun, now it's your turn, bro..." she said, looking lovingly into his green eyes, knowing he was seeing the same affection in hers. "I'm yours, Jake, all yours. You can do anything to me, really, I want you to. So don't go easy on me, bro, fuck me hard, fuck your sister's pussy hard and make her scream for you!..."

Jake's face contorted in a feral smile, his face conveying an emotional mixture of pleasure, love, gratitude, disbelief and pure unbridled need to fuck this wonderful girl he had loved all his life. He could only growl one word to express himself.

"Sis!..."

Then he started fucking her.

Jake kept his eyes on hers and watched her face relax while pleasure coursed through her as he slowly withdrew from her enveloping pussy in a smooth gliding motion until only his spongy cockhead was still inside her slippery hole. Then he pushed. Hard, deep, all the way in. Jess's eyes popped open as did her mouth, a surprised squeal escaping her parted lips. 

"Uuhhh!... Yes!... Fuck me, Jake!..."

Seeing she was alright, without waiting another second, unable to resist any more, Jake pulled out again, almost completely and then surged forward in a powerful stroke, eliciting another throaty moan from his sister, whose hands kept tormenting her own nipples. He gave some more long, deep, preparatory thrusts into her, feeling her whole body respond, both of them moaning as her tight, silky folds opened for his invading hardness with more ease at each of his increasingly harder plunges. Then he started to accelerate his tempo. 

Grabbing her ankles firmly in his hands, Jake spread Jess's shapely legs further open. He pounded into her, fucking that sisterly hole with all the need and desire and longing that he had accumulated for her in the past months, with the added excitement and elation of realizing that it was all real now and it was what she had wanted all along too. 

"Aaaah!... Yes, Jake!... Ooooh yes, harder!... Fuck my pussy, fuck me hard, bro!.."

And he did. Harder and harder, with long strokes, going faster, pushing deeper, bottoming out every time inside her womb and then pulling back almost fully, and then in again, full force, his mind reeling as if he was drunk with pleasure. He was actually fucking his beloved sister, his incomparable Jess, they really were having sex, and it was incredible. Jake's brain was awash in primal incestuous lust as he mumbled his visceral adoration for his twin. 

"Jess... Aaaaah Jess, I have waited so long for this... I wanted to fuck you so bad... Jess, sis... Ooooh fuck, you're so good to fuck, sis..."

"Uuuh... Uhh!... Oooh bro, I'm all yours now... Aaaah yeeees!... Fuck me... Fuck me hard Jake, my pussy is yours to fuck whenever you want... Uuuh!... As hard as you want... Oooh fuck!... Fuck your sister, Jake, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

Grunting and panting, Jake pushed with all he had into his sister's tight, willing hole, again and again and again. Her loving and lustful words echoed in his mind, his ears were filled with Jess's whimpering sighs and the clapping sound of their groins impacting at each plunge as his heavy, low hanging, cum-filled balls slapped against her slick asshole. 

His vision blurred every time he pumped hard and bottomed out deep inside his sister's core, his fat cock pulsing and flexing of his own volition as Jess's vaginal walls gave in after a minimal resistance to his battering thrusts, letting him in, wrapping deliciously around his girth, permitting him to push into her womb freely, without restrains. And then he was pulling out again, sighing with delight, basking in the smooth, moist, warm feeling of his twin sister's pussy-juices flowing along his buried cock. Her nectar, mixing with his oozing pre-cum, made his fucking motions slick inside her amazing tightness, allowing him to drill her harder, faster, deeper, his need to be inside her increasing instead of diminishing the more he pounded into her.

"Jess... Oh Jess, I love your pussy... Aaaah fuck!... So tight, so fucking tight and soft and warm... I love fucking you, sis... And I so fucking love you... Oooh fuck, Jess!... You feel perfect around my cock, your pussy... So good, Jess..."

He was leaning over her now, his palms planted firmly on the bed as his strong arms held him up, her legs still on his shoulders and now pushed back toward her buxom chest. Her slim body was almost folded in half as Jake pounded his hard cock into Jess's slick, hot pussy with abandon, his head dipping down and reaching toward her mouth to kiss her, needing to drink his sister's taste from her plump, soft lips. 




Inspiration Ch. 02



Pushing herself up to meet his battering thrusts, Jess strained her neck to met her twin brother's lips. Their mouths locked in a mewling, devouring, lusty soulkiss as their sexes joined over and over again at the frenzied rhythm of their fucking. Her hips bucked up against him to meet his pistoning shaft, her soaked pussy offered completely to her brother's drilling cock, her body eagerly keeping up with his pounding tempo.

Moaning into each other's mouth, starved for air, their bodies shaking as they humped into each other, the twins broke their long lip-lock and locked gazes. Their eyes were glazed over, their expressions distorted by lust, their faces wild, their skin beaded with perspiration, their love absolute in the reciprocal declarations of their passionate coupling.

Jake was panting as he fucked his sister as fast and as hard and as deep as he could. Sweat was beading his forehead and trickling down his face, dripping onto Jess's upturned visage. His mind completely high on sex, he was too far gone to even form a complete sentence as he mumbled into her mouth.

"Love you, Jess... My Jess... Sis... Mine... Fuuuck!... I so fucking love you, sis... Your pussy, Jess... Mine... My Jess... Aaaah fuck!..."

Feeling his urgency, thrilled by it, drunk on the realization of just how much her brother was in love with her and how turned on by her he was, Jess smiled at her twin through her groans. Moaning and trembling all over from how passionately Jake was fucking her, she licked his flushed face, kissing it all over, nibbling at his chin while he pounded her for all he was worth.

"Yes, Jake, I'm yours, bro... My pussy is yours, any time you want me... Fuck me... Fuck me, bro, oooh yeeees, like that!... I love you so much, Jake... I love your hard cock in my tight pussy... Opening me... Taking me... Making me yours... It's so perfect... So good... So right... Ooooh yeeees, bro!... Yeees, harder!... Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Fuck meeee!..."

Both their voices broke into animalistic panting and grunting as Jake's hips became a blur and his cock speared into Jess's cunt at an impossible tempo. His hammering thrusts were getting so furious that the bed beneath them rocked at each plunging slam, his pounding assaults impaling her completely, pinning her down to the mattress.

Barely managing to breathe, her eyes wide open and her mouth slack, her lips fixed in a perfect O as she whimpered at every gliding out-stroke and squealed at every crashing in-stroke, Jess brought one hand down to her clit while pinching harder on her fat, abused, engorged nipple with the other. The clitoral stimulation brought an instant tremor to her already shivering body. 

Her brain was so overloaded on the feeling of being completely ravaged and unmistakably owned by her twin brother that her climax had been building up in sync with Jake's slamming thrusts in a series of spiraling jolts of ecstasy. Each one electrified her whole surrendered body with stronger twitches of pleasure, each one closer to the other and more powerful than the previous one as Jake's fucking got harder and more urgent. 

"Aaaah!... Gonna cum, Jess... Your pussy... Making me cum so hard, sis... Ooooh fuuuck!... Jess... I'm..."

The warmth burning from deep inside her well-fucked, fully filled, freshly deflowered pussy increased and washed over her whole body as her brother's words filtered through her ringing ears. Her frigging hand on her clit rubbed even faster, her climax rushing at her with sudden intensity. 

"Yes, yes, cum in my pussy, Jake... Aaaah fuck me, Jake!... You can cum inside me as much as you want, bro, I'm on the pill... Mmmh harder!... Fill me with your cum, bro... Cum in me, pleeease!... I want your cum deep inside me... Oooh I'm so close, Jake!... Cum in me, bro!... Oooh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!... " 

His twin's words were all it took to finally push Jake over the edge. He gave one last hammering series of thrusts into that hot sisterly sheath, then he exploded, spraying his cum deep inside Jess's tight hole. His eyes rolling inside his skull, his neck muscles straining like taut ropes, Jake threw his head back and growled out his climax.

"Aaaaaahhh, siiiiiiis... Fuuuuuuck!... Cummiiiiiing!... Aaaaah Jeeeeeeeess!..."

As her twin's throbbing cock spurted rope after powerful rope of thick seed into her womb, Jess felt her fingertips tremble on her clit. A final lashing jolt of pleasure hit her, a deep quaking warmth shook her body, her mind going numb in a flash of pure incestuous delight as the feeling of her brother's warm, thick, jetting cum filling her pussy triggered a crashing orgasm that left her screaming.

"Yeeeeeees!... Cum inside me, broooo!... Fuck meeee!... Oh Jaaaaaake, fuuuuuck yeeeees!... Oooooh fuuuuck!... Cum inside meeee!..."

Unable to stop fucking his sister, grunting and growling between panting gasps, egged on by his own pleasure and Jess's almost simultaneous orgasm, Jake kept pounding into her. Still ejaculating spurt after spurt of cum into her, his cock pistoned of its own volition through the frothy mess of her leaking girl-cum and his thick surging seed. Her climax triggered a series of delicious vaginal contractions that sent her semen-coated folds into a milking spasm, causing more and more cock-cream to burst splashing into her already flooded pussy. 

"Ooooh fuck!... Ooooh, sis, fuuuuuck!... Jess!... Aaaah, Jeeeess!..."

It was a while before his twitching, spurting pole eventually finished shooting ropes upon ropes of warm seed into Jess's womb, and only then did Jake finally regain enough self-control to manage to stop himself from fucking his sister's soft, slick, contracting hole. As his massive ejaculation petered out to a dribble of milky drops of sperm, his vision hazy and his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, Jake let out a final sigh of contentment and stopped pushing into that amazing pussy that had just drained his balls dry.

He let go of Jess's ankles and straightened back up from her folded frame, guiding her legs down from their perch on his shoulders. His eyes were half-lidded and his smiling mouth was open, a beatific expression of sated lust on his face, as he gently let himself fall down on the bed, his hands automatically reaching toward his sister, her arms opening for him, as he collapsed by her side.

"I... Love you... Jess..." he croaked, gasping, gulping in big lungfuls of air.

"Mmmh, Jake," she cooed, wrapping her arms around him, facing him on her side, panting and smiling. "I love you too, bro."

They kissed deeply, stopping only to breathe, murmuring into each other's lips as they recuperated before making out again, high on the depth of their sibling bond now that they had made love for the very first time, each the other's first, each the other's desired, ideal lover.

"You fucked me so good, Jake, so fucking good... I want you to fuck me all the time, bro, I want your cock inside me all the time. Really, I do, bro. From now on, I want you in me, always, either your cock or your cum, I need you in me Jake, it feels so good, bro, so right..."

"I know Jess, it's perfect, this is all I ever wanted. Me and you, loving each other, fucking, being together as much as we can, close like we are now, you know, like this, now that we are finally..."

"...joined together, yes!" she finished, smiling.

As they kissed and caressed, shifting and rolling to cuddle closer, smiling out of simple joy, Jake's slightly deflating dick eventually plopped out of Jess's cum-flooded pussy with a squishy popping sound. Giggling into her brother's mouth, Jess broke their lip-lock, her gaze turning down to her overflowing pussy. 

"Oh my god, Jake, you filled me with so much cum! You came a lot in my mouth too, but this... I feel so full of you, bro, and it's still leaking out, look!"

Without his dick plugging her cunt hole, Jake's unprecedented load was dribbling out of his twin sister's well-fucked pussy, coating her labia in his creamy seed, trickling down her shapely thighs and pooling into a gooey wet spot on the bed between her legs. 

Jake's eyes bugged out and his cock twitched with renewed excitement as he watched Jess reach her hand down to her flooded vagina, dipping her fingers into her puffy, cum-coated pussy lips, scooping up dollops of his thick semen and bringing her creamy treat straight to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean, purring, then she swallowed and dipped her fingers in for more, her half-closed eyes locked on her brother's stupefied ones as she cleaned off all their combined juices oozing out of her cum-sloppy hole.

Jake felt his plump cock flex at that sight, his libido pumped up to new heights as he realized just how much he wanted and worshiped and loved this fantastic creature that was his sister, his lover and the most amazing girl in the world. She seemed to know exactly what he liked, what turned him on and made him even crazier about her than he already was. The fact that her fantasies as she wrote them down mirrored his own was a further confirmation that their life-long symbiosis extended to sex, which was logical somehow given that they were twins, but it made it no less wonderful and magical and beautiful to him.

"Holy shit, Jess, you are so hot right now! I mean, you are always hot, and sexy, and so so so very beautiful, sis, but now, right this moment... Wow, Jess, just... Wow!"

Jess giggled as she licked her fingers clean, blushing and feeling all fluffy inside at her twin brother's words, knowing what he meant, understanding how insanely erotic their newly blossomed incestuous relationship was, realizing just how perfectly matched they were for each other, how this, them, their being together sexually, was simply right, beyond anything else. It was how they were meant to be.

"Awww Jake, you're so sweet, bro. You really say the nicest things to your sister after you just fucked her silly, uh!..." she said, and they laughed. 

Smiling at him, she slid down his body, her hand reaching for his fat, half-hard cock. Her voice was husky with arousal, her whole body tickling. She felt slutty and beautiful and desired, absolutely comfortable and free to live out all her naughtiest sexual fantasies. Her pussy was humming and rippling and radiating heat like it was on fire, her recently sated body already needing more.

"Of course it helps to make me look sexy that I've just eaten up all your cum straight from my pussy, I guess..."

Jake's laughter turned into a groan as he felt his sister's soft fingers wrap around his cock and then the warmth of her sweet mouth engulfing his spongy glans. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked hard on him, trying to coax more cum out of his balls as she pushed more of his meat inside her mouth. Her suctions and the whirls of her lapping tongue quickly cleaned up the mixed juices she found along his length. Jess bobbed her head on his lap, taking him deep and sucking him lovingly to full hardness, then she let her brother's cock pop out of her mouth and smack wetly on his toned abdomen. Jake watched in sister in awe as she pouted her full lips and started rubbing their plump softness all along his once again rigid pole, making him moan in delight. She didn't stop until she had gathered up any creamy residue of his cum and her pussy nectar, snaking her tongue out to lap every glistening inch of that thick brotherly cock. 

Once she was sure that nothing was left for her to lick up, Jess knelt between Jake's legs, looking up at him, both her tiny hands wrapped around his girth. Her gaze glinted with mischief as she smiled her open, bright smile at him, feeling proud of herself as she noticed her brother's excitement, his labored breath and glazed over eyes telling her how aroused he still was for her.

"I love your cock, Jake... I love that you're hard again, so big and hard for me..." she said, her hands squeezing him, rubbing him lightly up and down, fisting him slowly.

"It's you, sis..." he replied, sitting up to reach her long hair with his hand, caressing her soft mane, stroking her face gently, looking adoringly into her eyes as she languidly jacked him off, his fingers tucking her stray blond locks behind her ears. "You make me so fucking horny, Jess, you have no idea how much I want you."

"I want you too, Jake, your cock, your cum... Oh my god, I really love your cum, Jake. I'm gonna be such a cumslut for you, bro, I love to feel your cum in me, coating my pussy, shooting in my mouth, down my throat... I love to taste you, Jake, to eat you... Mmmh, it gets me so hot..." 

She felt his cock twitch in her hands as she spoke to him, and she was delighted that her brother was excited by her words, because she meant every single one of them.

"Oh fuck Jess, I've dreamed about you telling me things like this, about you being my cumslut, about fucking you all the time, about having amazing sex like this, being together and never being apart... It's so... I'm just so happy it's all come true, sis, I really am, Jess."

He leaned forward and she sat up straighter to meet his lips, letting go of his hardness and holding her hands on the sides of his face, pulling his head to hers, kissing him lovingly.

"Jake..." she said after a while, their noses and foreheads touching. 

"Yes, sis?" 

She looked him in the eye as she said: "I really meant it when I said I'm all yours, you know..."

"I know, Jess," he replied, playing distractedly with a strand of her long blond hair, wrapping it around his finger before tucking it behind her ear.

"No, I mean... I'm really ALL yours. All of me, Jake..."

His mouth wet dry for a second as Jess's words sank in. Her green, shining, soulful eyes were staring into his, telling him he had it right, confirming that yes, indeed, that was exactly what she meant. Her skin touching his skin exuded arousal, curiosity, eagerness, the will to try anything with such a perfect, loving, trustworthy partner, all of which were his very same feelings. 

"Oh! So you really mean..." 

"...anal, yeah, I do," she finished, giggling but not breaking eye contact.

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To be continued...



Inspiration Ch. 03



Author's note: This is the final part of my Inspiration story. This last chapter picks up exactly where chapter two left off, so it won't really make much sense unless you read the two previous parts first. Special thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing this. This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Enjoy!

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"Jake..." she said after a while, their noses and foreheads touching. 

"Yes, sis?" 

She looked him in the eye as she said: "I really meant it when I said I'm all yours, you know..."

"I know, Jess," he replied, playing distractedly with a strand of her long blond hair, wrapping it around his finger before tucking it behind her ear.

"No, I mean... I'm really ALL yours. All of me, Jake..."

His mouth wet dry for a second as Jess's words sank in. Her green, shining, soulful eyes were staring into his, telling him he had it right, confirming that yes, indeed, that was exactly what she meant. Her skin touching his skin exuded arousal, curiosity, eagerness, the will to try anything with such a perfect, loving, trustworthy partner, all of which were his very same feelings. 

"Oh! So you really mean..." 

"...anal, yeah, I do," she finished, giggling but not breaking eye contact.

Jess was feeling incredibly naughty and excited. It was great to do this with her twin brother, it was natural somehow, logical even, at least in terms of their life-long twin bond. It made her happy to be so completely close to Jake, and she felt fully committed to their newly discovered world of possible ways to be together, intrigued by what would come next, confident it would be great, as long as her brother was there with her. This blossoming aspect of their relationship made her feel just like she did when they played together as kids, only now that the game was sex everything was infinitely more thrilling and satisfying and emotionally rewarding. She had no doubt that Jake felt this way too, and the lusty glint she noticed in his eyes when she mentioned the word 'anal' told her that the idea appealed to him as well, and he was more than ready to play along.

"I didn't put all that assfucking in my stories just for random fun, Jake, I actually thought a lot about it and... I wanna try it, bro, with you... And if you liked my stories..." she cooed, her full lips curling in a sweet, mischievous smile, "I guess you want it too, don't you Jake?" 

"Well, sis..." he said, grinning as he looked down at his cock, the mere idea of sodomizing his sister sending twitches of anticipation through his shaft, making it as hard as a steel rod. "Yeah, I guess I do..."

They laughed, the thrill of trying something new and dirty that they had both been fantasizing a lot about making them feel giddy with excitement. Then Jess embraced Jake and kissed him, pulling him closer until his thick hardness was trapped between them, pushing and pulsing against her flat tummy, making her pussy leak and her heart pound, her stomach all aflutter while a new tide of warm waves of pleasure started coursing through her.

"I need you in all my holes, bro. You're my first, Jake... The first guy I ever sucked off, the first I had sex with, the first to pound my pussy hard with his cock, the first to cum inside me. The first cum I ever drank was yours, Jake, and the first guy who licked both my virgin holes was you. Now I want you to take my anal cherry too. Bro, I want you to fuck my ass."

As soon as she said this, Jess knee-walked to the head of the bed and lay down on her tummy, her tight, round ass pushed up in the air. Her big boobs squashed underneath her slim frame, her face on the pillow, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at her twin brother invitingly, waiting. 

Jake felt high. If this was all a dream, it was one from which he prayed he would never wake. He was panting with excitement as he reached for the bottle of lube on his nightstand, the one he used when he masturbated. He had a stupefied grin on his face as he scooted closer to his twin sister's offered ass, thinking about how much things had changed in the space of an hour.

Jess noticed his expression and giggled, "Looking forward to fucking your sister's tiny little ass, bro?"

"You have no idea, sis," he said. Letting go of the lube and holding those perfectly round, firm, bouncy buttcheeks in his hungry hands, his eyes started roaming over her crevice. His gaze took in the glistening puffiness of her well-fucked pussy and then moved up, zeroing in on the tiny pink hole winking at him like a fleshy, crinkled star. 

"Then do it, Jake, grease me up and fuck my ass, bro," she purred. Little shivers of pleasure coursed up her spine as she felt her brother's hands on her ass, grabbing her taut flesh. His fingers made her moan deep in her throat, sinking possessively into her flesh then softly caressing and kneading and massaging her butt. Her mind reeled with excitement at the thought of what was coming. 

"Lube my ass, Jake, make my virgin little asshole all slippery for your big cock..." 

Jake groaned at her words. His erection was achingly hard with anticipation as he dived in between those splayed open buttocks, plunging his face down, sinking tongue first into his sister's tight bubble-butt. 

Jess yelped out in ecstasy as soon as her brother's tongue made contact with her anus, his wet, circling licks around her rosebud making her squirm. The delicious perversity of the situation was making her pussy flutter with arousal and leak a continuous dribble of sweet juices. 

"Oooh Jake, yes... Your tongue is so good... Lick my ass, bro, eat my asshole out..."

Jake had to resist the urge to just grab his rock-hard erection and start furiously jacking off, he was so rabidly turned on. He had to force himself to hold his hands steady on those firm, bouncy, round buttcheeks, prying them open for his analingual ministration. His sexual fantasies about Jess had always revolved heavily around anal sex and if there was one thing that he wanted to do more than fucking his twin sister, it was assfucking her. The fact that Jess seemed to be just as curious and enthusiastic about anal as he was, made this so insanely erotic that he felt dizzy with excitement, disbelieving the reality of this wonderful situation until his sister's squeals brought him back to the fact that he was smooching and licking and slobbering all over her tiny little pucker. 

Determined to make their first anal fuck as pleasurable as possible for them both, refusing to rush things with the risk of hurting his adored twin, Jake devoted himself fully to preparing Jess's virgin asshole as best as he could. He worked hard to make it tender and wet and pliant with his tongue, french-kissing that maddeningly sexy rosebud, probing into it with his tongue, holding the creased contours of his sister's butt-ring open with his fingertips to make her nether hole gape slightly so he could let his tongue sneak in deeper, drooling as much saliva as he could inside her rectum.

Jess's mind was already reeling from the expert, beautifully naughty, completely devoted rimming her twin brother was giving her asshole, her eyes closed and her whole body humming in delight. Her arousal was turned up another notch and she started breathing heavily through throaty lustful moans when she felt Jake's probing, teasing, poking tongue start to push into her sphincter. Her wet and eager butt-ring easily opened to let her brother's tongue penetrate her anus, his snaking, determined lingual strokes making her feel like he was penetrating her sphincter with a tiny, nervous, writhing cock. That sensation was driving her wild. 

"Fuck yes, Jake, yeeeees!... Oh my god, bro, you're so good at this, you lick my asshole so fucking good... Yeah Jake, like that, tongue-fuck my ass!..."

Egged on by his sister's obvious appreciation and by his own unbelievable excitement, Jake kept worshiping her ass with abandon, lapping away at Jess's asshole, pumping his tongue in and out of her pliant anus, drooling his spit into her rectum. He kissed and smooched and titillated her rosebud with his lips, rimming her sphincter muscles into relaxation until he could easily slide one then two fingers through her butt-ring with ease. 

Only when he decided to insert a third finger, after long minutes of intense analingual devotions met by Jess with increasingly louder moans, did he finally grab the bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount on her slightly gaping butthole and watched the clear fluid dribble inside her rectum, coating her anal channel. The contact with the cold oily liquid made Jess squirm at first, but her initial yelps quickly turned into husky mewling sounds as Jake carefully inserted three nicely lubed fingers inside her slippery, well-rimmed anus and started finger-fucking her.

"Ooooh Jaaaaake... Yes bro, open my asshole... Mmmmh, yes, just like that, pump your fingers in my ass... Aaaah, so good!... Open me up, bro, open my tight ass for your cock, ooooh!..." 

"Fuck, Jess, this is so fucking hot," he said. His eyes were glued to the sight of his sister's butt-ring stretching around his fingers as he kept slowly and gently pushing his digits deeper into her oily rectum. "Your ass is so perfect, so round and beautiful... And your tiny little asshole is so fucking sexy, Jess... I can't wait to fuck your ass, sis!..."

Jess gasped and writhed as Jake kept kissing her buttcheeks while he eased his fingers in and out of her anus. A spiraling series of warm delightful pulses started radiating up her arched back and all over her body from her well stimulated rosebud. His fingers were gliding smoothly in and out of her sphincter now, her anal muscles completely relaxed and accepting of the pleasant intrusion. 

Moaning incessantly like a bitch in heat, feeling deliciously naughty and dirty and sexy, Jess was overcharged by her twin's masterful preparatory attentions. The long anal play had built up her arousal to such a level that she had brought a hand to her clit and was frigging her engorged nub for release, desperate to cum. Jess was eventually so delirious with anticipation that she openly begged her twin to end that agonizingly sweet torture.

"Aaaaah, Jake, stop teasing me, bro, please... I need your cock in my ass now!... Mmmh... You are driving me crazy, Jake, really... Aaah yes, finger me like that!... I can't wait anymore, I need you to fuck me or I'll explode!... Oooh my god!... Please, fuck my virgin ass, bro, pleeeease just fuck my ass now!..."

Unable to speak, grunting with excitement, Jake slid his pumping fingers out of his twin sister's slick asshole and lubed himself up. He coated his rock-hard tool with an over-abundant amount of lube, stroking his length to lather the clear goo all over his length and then adding some more for good measure, until thick drops of the slippery liquid were dripping from his perfectly oiled shaft.

After he squirted one last huge dollop on Jess's tender, relaxed, mouth-wateringly inviting butt-ring, Jake knelt behind his sister's offered hindquarters and pressed his hips against her shapely bubble-butt. He had to let go of one of Jess's juicy buttcheeks to bend his hardness toward her rear hole and guide his purple cockhead to the entrance of her anus, he was so insanely aroused. 

Lining up his pulsing shaft with Jess's asshole, Jake removed his magnetized gaze from the incredibly hot, beautifully obscene sight of his mushroom head resting against his sister's pink, slightly dilated, delicate rosebud. Gasping with barely contained need, he looked up to meet her gaze. 

"You ready, sis?" he asked, trying to steady his labored breath. "Ready for your first assfuck with your brother?"

"Yes, Jake, go ahead..." she cooed, her fingertips slowly diddling her clit in preparation for the expected discomfort of their first sodomy. The pleasure from his long, gradual fingering felt already incredibly erotic to Jess, making her eager for more, her expectation for the real thing sending shivers of excitement through her limbs. 

"I'm ready for you, Jake, just please go slow at first. Now fuck my ass, bro."

She was looking over her shoulder, and once again Jake's heart felt ready to burst at the sight of his amazing twin, his beloved sister, his one and only love. Pure lust was glinting in her fevered green eyes. Her mane of blond hair was tousled and cascaded wildly around her delicate, pretty face. Her soft lips were parted in a grimace of anticipated pleasure, her voice a pleading mewl of desire. Her expression was so sexy, so involved in their incestuous coupling, so completely absorbed in the magic of their joining, her arched back and surrendered posture so sensual that Jake gasped and murmured like in a trance.

"God, Jess, you are so fucking beautiful..." 

Instinctively, he leaned forward over her back to kiss her and in so doing he pushed his cock into her asshole before he even realized it was happening.

Jess could only exhale in response to her brother's compliment and the simultaneous pressure of his glans on her anus. Her eyes snapped shut and her voice broke in a moaning whimper as she felt him ease his way into her glistening butt-ring, her well-prepared and thoroughly relaxed sphincter yielding almost immediately to the intrusion. The sensation of slight resistance and then sweet surrender from her anus made her pussy tingle, the stretching and the fullness she felt inside her delicate orifice causing her fingers to rub harder on her clit.

"Ooooh fuck yesssss!... Yeeees, Jake, open my ass with your big cock... Ooooooh!... Fuck yeeees, bro, fuck my virgin ass!..."

Her whimpered words immediately sobered him up from his reverie. Gasping as he registered the clamping feeling around his knob, Jake looked down to see his spongy, purple cockhead firmly embedded into Jess's asshole, her oily, elastic sphincter stretching open around his slippery girth to accommodate him inside her most private entrance.

"Oh my god!... Jess, this looks so hot!... So fucking hot, sis..."

Jess was cooing and sighing as she felt her asshole dilating like never before. The feeling was so new and naughty and incredibly good that somehow she hardly felt any pain, her frigging fingers on her clit helping her further to enjoy her first cock pushing into her ass. 

"Mmmh... You'll have to take pictures next time, bro..." she said between moans, an unexpected wave of perversely sweet pleasure coursing through her as she heard her own words and an array of naughty possibilities for their future fun opened up in her mind. "Now I just want you to take my anal cherry though... Oooh!... Fuck me now, pleeeease!... Aaah, don't tease me, Jake, I'm going crazy here, please, bro... Just fuck my ass!..."

Breathing deeply, holding on to her juicy buttcheeks with both hands, Jake started gently pushing his cock into his twin sister's ass. With his mushroom head already past the barrier of her sphincter, Jake watched his girthy cock slide smoothly inside Jess's ass. The lubrication and stimulation he had provided and her accepting relaxation made it surprising easy for him to penetrate her orifice without meeting much resistance, allowing them both to bask in the sensation of their first assfuck. 

It felt heavenly. It was like nothing Jake had ever felt before. He loved the warmth and tightness and the unique feel of her slick anal walls squeezing around him like a delicious clamping vise. He was crazed about the visual of that tiny puckered hole stretching open to accept his disproportionately larger cock, easily the hottest thing he had ever seen, not to mention the fact that the full realization that he was actually having anal sex with his twin sister was making his head pound with pure incestuous lust.

"Fuck, sis, you're so tight... And so warm... It's awesome!... Aaaah Jess, I love your ass!..." 

"Uuuuh!... Ooooh!... Keep... Uuh!...Uuuhhh... Keep going, Jake, it feels... Ooooh yeah, push your cock deeper in my ass, bro... Uuuhh... It feels so fucking good!..."

For long, deliciously strained minutes, Jake watched in amazement as inch after fat inch of his steel-hard shaft disappeared into Jess's surrendered butt-ring, her virgin asshole slowly but steadily devouring his cock. 

Jake kept driving his meat into his sister's anus in one continuous, extremely cautious, gentle push, all the while listening attentively to her every purring mewl for signs of discomfort, keeping an eye on her, stealing glances at her beautiful face pressed into the pillow and half turned back toward him. As he made his slow progress into her virgin rectum, Jake searched his twin's visage for traces of pain from the intrusion, but he noticed nothing of the kind, just blissful anal delight twisting her delicate features. He had half of his length buried up her ass when Jess's moans once again turned into actual words. 

"Uuuh!... Wait!... Ooooh, fuuuck!... So fucking big...Wait, Jake!... Uuuhhh... Gimme a second to... Ooooh!... Fuck that's so good..."

"You okay, sis? You took half my cock already, Jess, you're amazing!"

"Oh my god, half of it?..." she said, her breathing labored, her voice betraying a mix of wonder for what she had accomplished and horny naughtiness at the thought that there was still more. 

"Mmmh, bro, you feel so big in my ass, it's incredible... Uuuh fuck!... Just a second, though, let me just get... Aaaah... Uuuh!... Oooh my god, so fucking full... Let me get used to you... Oooh god, you feel so big and hard in my ass, Jake..."

"And your ass feels amazing squeezing my cock, Jess... You're so tight and warm, sis, so fucking tight!..."

As he let his sister's virgin asshole adjust to his invading shaft, Jake grabbed the bottle of lube again. She was doing fine so far, it seemed, her sexy groans and the squishy sounds of her clit-frigging fingers confirming the impression that she was liking their first anal experience as much as he was, but he didn't want to risk hurting his beloved twin in any way. 

Still keeping an eye on her pretty face resting on the pillow, watching her sigh and groan as she bit her lips and scrunched her eyelids shut while she got used to having her ass filled with his thick brotherly meat, Jake lubed the two of them again. He let some more of the slippery liquid dribble down on the still not buried half of his cock and then poured it liberally on the dilated ring of Jess's anus. Then, slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth to spread the slick liquid all over and inside her stretched rosebud. Enjoying the amazing feel of his cock buried in that tight anal sheath, he waited for his sister's signal to resume their sodomy as he kneaded her round asscheeks, never getting enough of her firm, taut, spectacular bubble-butt filling his hungry hands. 

It took Jess some minutes before she opened her eyes again and nodded to her twin. Her mouth was still open in a perpetual whimper of delight. The sense of fullness in her rectum was making her whole body tingle in hot flashes and quiver in pre-orgasmic quakes, her anal muscles completely relaxed and ready to accept more of her brother's thick meat.

"Ready, sis?"

"Yes... I'm ready, Jake... Go ahead, bro, fuck my ass... I want to feel you all the way up my ass..."

With gentle but steady pushes, going in deeper and then retreating and pausing before cramming more of his length inside his sister's willing orifice, Jake established a slow assfucking rhythm, testing the acceptance of those scorching hot, amazingly snug depths, gradually embedding inch after inch of his throbbing cock inside Jess's surrendered rectum. He sawed his cock carefully in and out of his twin's ass, opening up her anal channel as delicately as possible, noticing with relief that the exaggerated amount of lube he had used on them both made his progress surprisingly easy. The only friction between his hard shaft and her slick bowels was due to the amazing virginal tightness of her rectum, but the obvious pleasure Jess was taking in the act and her perfectly accepting relaxation made their first sodomy much smoother than either of them had imagined. 




Inspiration Ch. 03



DISCLAIMER from Author:

The acts of auto-erotic asphyxiation expressed in this story is not recommended to be performed under inexperienced circumstances. This is written by an experienced breath play fetishist and in no way gives encouragement to the inexperienced without them doing all necessary precautions including education.

This is pure erotica entertainment and is written for the purpose of enlightening others on the true nature of breath play, not the condemning ideals given by media and/or other means of poor representation from those focused on the death association which this author hereby detests and loathes. 

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The car ride was quiet with exception to Rosangela giving instructions. She clearly read he was frustrated with her which she found a bit humorous. A prize moment that she managed to frustrate the famous Victor Hardway. She grinned the entire ride as he seemed to hold onto his stone cold serious face.

The Porsche parked behind another vehicle at a curb set before a line of old brownstone town homes. 

Victor stared forward, clearly caught up in his frustrations with his so called inspiration with an angelic name but definitely a devilish demeanor.

"Well," Rosangela spoke up, "We're here."

He simply hummed in agreement, the engine still running.

Her grin broadened then she cleared her throat wanting him to look at her. 

He refused to look at her.

Again she cleared her throat but louder.

He huffed then only shifted his eyes to look at her.

She gave him a questioning lift of her brows then said, "Well."

He replied, "Well what?"

"Well," she leaned, reached her hand over the shifter then dropped it against his thigh, "My three roommates have gone camping together for the weekend so I have the brownstone all to myself."

His eyes glanced at her hand then looked forward through the windshield. He said, "And."

She pouted her pierced bottom lip then asked, "Come on, do I really have to spell it out to you, Mr. Hardway?"

He again looked at her from the corner of his eyes, saw the suggestive glint in her eyes. His brow tensed, lines deepened.

She innocently tilted her head in question then reminded him, "You did say yes, am I correct or did you fib?"

He took a deep breath then did a controlled exhale. 

She continued to pout, pulled her hand back then scolded, "Shame on you." 

She undid her seat belt as she shook her head with disappointment then gathered up the hem of her dress firstly exposing her bare thighs. She stated, "I thought you quite possibly were a man of your word."

His head slowly turned with his eyes. His eyes shifted down as her hands continued to gather up the length of her dress hem. 

She paused the lift of her dress, eyed him as his eyes were focused on where her hands were located. She stated, "And I went through all that trouble." then she hiked the dress at the left and exposed her left hip and ass cheek revealing that she had removed her panties. She commented, "Perhaps I was too presumptuous."

She lowered her dress and chimed, "My bad." she grabbed the door handle then sang, "Have a good night, Mr. Hardway, and thank you for dinner." She shoved the door open.

His lips briefly pressed together with frustration. He had never before been baited. Sure many have attempted but never succeeded. He always dangled the bait but for some damned reason the tables had turned because of her.

She climbed out the fancy car and slammed the door closed. She faced the brownstone, her grin wide then forward she marched on her platforms but stopped, damned buckle came loose again. 

"Dammit," she cursed then lifted her heel and propped it against the first step of the brownstone. She heard the Porsche engine rev then die, her grin broadened.

Nearly angry, he got out his Porsche, slammed the door then hit the security button on the key chain. He stomped around the rear of the Porsche and paused the moment he saw her bent at the waist adjusting the strap of her heel. 

Onto the curb he stepped then marched directly up behind her.

She tightened the buckle enough to make it into the brownstone, knew he was directly behind her. Remained bent over, she turned her head and peered at him. She quipped, "What ya doing?"

She watched him glare at her which prompted her to smile wide. She rose up then asked, "Changed your mind, huh?" 

She turned and trotted up the steps while fetching the house key.

He huffed then followed her up the steps but was directly behind her as she unlocked the door. 

She continued to grin, he practically breathed down her neck. 

The lock clicked then inward went the door but inward went Rosangela too with a nearly rough shove. 

She stumbled on her platforms and caught herself with the stair's balustrade. Her eyes were wide with surprise, had felt his hands give her the over the threshold shove. 

The door slammed closed. 

First her head turned followed by her body. Her head tilted, still stunned that he actually shoved her. 

The foray light flipped on.

She blinked and watched him swiftly remove his trench coat and fedora then he hung them on the provided coat rack near the door. She questioned, "Was that really necessary?"

His head snapped her direction, he answered with a demand, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you." He removed his suit jacket, it too hung with the trench and fedora.

She regained her composure then snipped a question back, "In a hurry, are you?"

He left the coat rack, started to undo the cuffs of his button down. He asked in response, "So, you wish that I take my time fucking you?"

She gave him a 'duh' expression then commented, "Hey, you have to make it worth my while."

He stepped up to her, already started on the buttons of his shirt, and again demanded, "Then, I repeat, tell me how you want me to fuck you." he tugged the shirt from the belted waist of his trousers, "We now know you wish for me to take my time fucking you. What else?"

Well, she thought, everything he wrote in his books were pretty truthful in the male character's demeanor, obviously based off him. 

She took a breath, decided she'd just let him take the lead with one stipulation. She stated, "Okay, however you wanna fuck me is fine just," she lifted her hand with her index finger raised, "I have one request. You yourself said one should tell someone what they desire, correct?"

He demanded, "Out with it."

She leaned back a bit against his snappy demanding tone. She only once tried to tell a partner what she wanted but it backfired when that individual became dumbfounded then left. But, before her was the master of erotica who obviously knew more than any damned other guy she ever attempted anything with. 

He stood firm, his arms crossed over his slightly exposed smooth chest. His brows lifted, waited for her damned request. 

"Okay," she nearly shouted then took a breath, "Okay, you may or may not have done this before, I don't know because I've never read it in your books."

His eyes narrowed then he snapped, "Quit stalling."

She gasped then denied, "Am not!" she slightly glared at him then stated, "Just I've never had this done to me by anyone before, I've done it to myself plenty. So, cut me some slack, would ya!"

He took a deep calm breath then calmly requested, "Tell me."

She took deep breath, closed her eyes, and blurted her request, "I want you to suffocate me while you fuck me."

He was somewhat surprised by her request. Yes, he's performed that fetish before but it was one that never made it into his books. Actually it had been some time since he performed auto-erotic asphyxiation. 

His mind slightly trailed, tried to remember who it was he performed it on. Then it clicked. Yes, his inspiration for book five. Her name was Annalise but when he had done it, it was during her stint in bondage and he did it to get the expression he wanted. 

Her eyes opened, heard nothing but silence. Her eyes frowned, his expression seemed as if he were lost in thought. She cleared her throat.

His eyes blinked then refocused on the inspiration before him. 

"Well," she slightly grimaced, felt a rejection of some type about to occur, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"Well?" she questioned, "Have you ever done it?"

He again nodded, "Yes."

She awkwardly said, "Okay."

He stated, "It's not a problem."

She repeated, still awkward, "Okay." 

She cleared her throat, not sure what else to say then turned and brought a heel against the first step of the staircase. She started to say, "Follow..."

Suddenly, from behind she was grabbed. She had no time to respond before his hand clasped over her mouth then swiftly pinched off her nose. Her eyes were wide with undoubted surprise, hadn't expected it to begin that quick.

He pulled her off the stairs, held her back against him as he did as requested. Finally a grin formed over his lips, not his typical process but he approved. 

He held his hand firm, felt her squirm, firstly she gave the fight response to the surprise by his swift action but it quickly shifted for he was giving exactly as she wanted. 

He remembered the last time he tried that technique and poor Annalise got more so pissed at him than turned on. Noted, she was one of the seven inspirations he hadn't fucked.

That was what she wanted and just the sensation of having him suffocate her with his hand was enough to shift her directly into the building traffic of excitement. Her eyes rolled, the denial to breathe by someone else's doing was nearly intoxicating. Her body instinctively reacted, her hips excitedly shifted as his arm held her firmly back against him as they kept her arms pinned down. Her head was pressed back against his shoulder by the strength of his suffocating grip. 

He felt the eager aroused shift of her hips which pressed her ass against the crotch of his trousers and hardening cock. He asked, "So am I doing as requested, Rosangela?" He felt her muffled hum of agreement against the palm of his firmly clasped hand. He listened to her gag on the suffocation yet a groan of pleasure followed. 

He enjoyed asking questions when an answer couldn't be verbally given because of his actions and so he asked, "So, no one but you has done this, hmm?" he felt her head attempt to shake, "I'm honored you've given me this first." 

He dropped his arm and swiftly gathered the length of her dress.

Her arms free, her hands instinctively darted and attempted to pry his hand from it's suffocating grip. She grunted, her still chest desperate for air. Then she released a muffled squeal the moment she felt his right hand firmly and fully grip over her heated pussy. 

Yes, he loved the type of response she gave which prompted him to firmly massage his gripping against against her quite hot pussy and felt the obvious slick of her excitement. 

He had to announce, "I'm going to do as your said, fuck you as I see fit but," he toyed and ceased the massage of her pussy, "As you said, I'm going to take my time." Momentarily he indulged in her whine for continuance through her grunt for air. 

He released her, ended her suffocation and stimulation. 

She loudly gasped the moment she was allowed to breathe. She swayed a bit, her legs weakened by the suffocation and excitement. A dazed grin formed over her lips, the lipstick smudged. 

She again gasped the moment he spun her around, his hands grabbed the sides of her face then his lips crushed against hers. Her mind screamed, she was kissing Victor fucking Hardway!

He filled her mouth with his tongue, loved the touch from the labret piercing. He stepped forward which stumbled her backwards. 

The last time he fucked was near a week ago with one his admiring "biggest fans" he hooked up with in his hotel room after another book signing. Yet, that fuck wasn't nearly as exciting as the one he was about to perform, for the young woman was less experienced with the way of fetishes and kinks. 

The back of her heels bumped the stairs then she found herself down against the sprawl of the first several steps. Swiftly he was positioned between her legs, the crotch of his trousers the only thing separating her spread pussy and his hard cock. She felt him, through the crotch of his trousers, eagerly grind his cock against her pussy. She groaned through the intensity of his almost smothering kiss, her mouth suckled his exploring and probing tongue. 

He reached between their bodies, strategically undid the buckle to his belt then with a jerk he pulled it from the loops of his trousers. He broke their kiss, rose on his knees then gathered here wrists and made swift work to snugly bind them. Once bound, he nearly slammed her arms back and above her head against the stairs. 

Her body anxiously squirmed against the stairs, her hips uncontrollable as her pussy begged for more. She peered up at him, an eager grin across her lips. The intensity within his eyes heightened her arousal.

He leaned forward, kept her arms pinned down against the stairs, his hand tightly gripped the belt binding. With a slight motion he teased her slicked and ready pussy with firm pressure of his hard cock through the layer of his trousers and boxers. Then he clasped his right hand over her mouth, again pinched off her nose which sent her body into an excited frenzy. Very slowly he ground against her as her hips nearly fucked against him. 

Teasingly he continued to shift his hips, very slowly rubbed cock through his trousers against her pussy. He kept his hand firm, felt each her puffed grunts. He studied how her eyes fluttered and rolled as he continued to suffocate her while slowly grinding his cock between her quivering thighs. Soon her hips were in perfect rhythm to his. With each deep press of his cock she grunted against the suffocation. 

She was in heaven. Not only was her dream sex brought to life but being brought to life by the very author that helped her embrace her unique kinks. She never imagined the much older and more experienced Victor Hardway to be the first to ever suffocate her during sex. Only in her fantasies had she imagined anything remotely close which were always driven by his written word and art. Her fantasy had come to life. 

Her chest heavily ached, barely a motion as her heart pounded like thunder in her ears as did each of her grunts. Her hands tightly fisted as her hips continued to move against each of his torturous slow deliveries of his pressed cock. She heard her grunts fade into whines that barely penetrated his firm suffocating grip. 

His hand pulled back, she loudly gasped, her chest heaved upward as the air filled it. Then in the midst of another breath his lips were again against hers with his tongue deep passed her lips. She breathed heavily through her nose as she indulged in his powerful and dominating kiss. 

He broke the kiss, his lips grazed against hers, felt her heavy breaths. His eyes focused within hers. The blue within her eyes seemed more intense from the effects of severe sex overload. His eyes shifted, studied the effects throughout her flushed features. If he had a sketch pad in hand he would have captured that perfect image. 

He grinned then stated, "Now we go to your room." he grazed his lips against hers as he again firmly pressed himself between her thighs, "Then once in your room I'm going to truly fuck you just as you requested." he felt her lips brush against his as they formed a grin, "And the entire time I'm fucking you," he nudged himself firmer, felt her breath gasp against his lips, "I'll suffocate you in any way I want."

Sounded damned good to her. She grinned wider then within seconds he was on his feet and she was pulled onto hers. She was spun around, wrists still bound then there was a loud crack followed by an instant sting against her ass. She giggled then started up the stairs, her legs a bit wobbly.

At the top of the stairs she turned and moved for her bedroom door. With her bound hands she grabbed the doorknob then opened the door. Again she felt him give her a shove. Again she stumbled but managed to stop herself from tripping. She balanced on her platforms as the door slammed behind her. 

Her head turned and eyes peered through the dangle of ringlets as he stripped off his undone shirt. Her brows lifted and she thought, damn he looked fucking amazing for near sixty, well maintained.

His eyes made a quick scan of her room then stopped directly on her. He inquired, "Where's your stash?" Oh, he knew fetishists well, they always kept a stash of their kinks hidden somewhere in their rooms. 

She lifted her hands and awkwardly scratched her head.

His eyes narrowed then he ordered, "Tell me where you keep your stash."

She never told anyone about her fetish let alone told where she kept her supplies. Yet, he was different. She answered, "Under the bed." 

He marched forward, snatched her by the upper arm then led her towards the full sized bed with an old metal bed frame. He stopped beside the bed, released her arm then knelt down, flipped up the dust ruffle and spotted a suitcase. 

He pulled out the suitcase, rose up then lifted the suitcase atop the bed. One swift flip of the latches the lid was flipped up and there was her stash. His lips puckered with thought. What shall he do?

She stood there, watched as he eyed the contents of her suitcase; plenty plastic bags, different makeshift bindings to seal the bags, and a few handy vibrators. Her eyes curiously watched as he dipped his hand into her stash. Oh, yep, she thought, forgot about the handcuffs.

His hand snatched hold of a pretty expensive pair of steel handcuffs. He lifted the handcuffs out of the suitcase then tossed them onto the bed. He reached and undid the belt from around her wrists.

The belt undone and dropped, he demanded, "Take off your dress."

She smirked and gave him a suspicious eye with a slight tilt of her head. She smartly asked, "You've been dying to see my tits, haven't you?"

His expression was serious, always pure focus when it came to his expertise. He repeated but slower, "Take off your dress."

She continued to smirk, loved his demanding tone. Her eyes were locked with his as her hands reached behind her back and found the dainty zipper. Slowly she lowered zipper down to the top of the outward curve of her ass. She slowly slipped her arms from the spaghetti straps then dropped her arms and allowed the dress to simply fall around her ankles. 

Her wide blue eyes watched as his heavenly dark brown eyes shifted slowly down. Yes, she praised, her rack was remarkable. She questioned, "Nice, am I right?"

Yes, he only agreed in thought, her tits were lovely, the perfect size and fullness for his creative process. He lifted his hands palms up, brought his fingertips at the start of her hips then grazed them upward. Over her slightly heaving ribs his fingertips upwardly trailed then moved up against the underside of her full tits. 

She softly hummed, indulged in the light sensation of his artist fingertips tracing along the full shape of her tits. Her pale brown nipples grew erect the nearer he traced towards them. 

She again hummed in response as he gathered his fingertips, nearly molded her nipples more erect. Then she somewhat startled the moment he roughly pinched and squeeze the very tips of her nipples.

He grinned, felt her flinch with a startled gasp. His eyes lifted, a devilish glint sparked within them. Again he roughly pinched her pretty little nipples which prompted his grin to twist with a sinisterly intrigued pucker. He enjoyed her little soft squeal. 

His head tilted with a curious thought then he asked, "First time?"

Her wide eyes saw the amusement within his eyes. She nodded then answered, "Um, yeah."

Curiously his brows lifted. She wasn't as experienced as she portrayed or made him assume. Yes, she stated there were no actual partners who indulged in her fetishes but he at least assumed she might have done specific things on her own besides the obvious. 




Inspiration Ch. 03



He noted, this was going to be fun!

He made a quick move, one hand snatched the back of her hair as the other remained focused on her nipple. With a forward jerk, he crushed his lips against hers, again gave her mouth his full tongue. His fingertips again tortured her nipple with a firm pinch with the use of his trimmed nails. Immediately she squirmed in response with a muffled squeal as he continued to gag her with his lips and tongue. 

Her muffled vocals continued as he kept the pressure steady over her nipple. His hand tightly fisted the bundle of black curls at the back of her head as he continued to aggressively taste the inside of her mouth with his firm tongue. He loved the vibration of each of her squeals and whines as he continue to torture her nipple. 

Yet, she not once fought back with her free hands. Instead her hands grabbed tight his shoulders and dug their lengthy black nails into his skin. Though rough and painful, her body responded with excited twists of her hips. There was desire to grind her body against his, her pussy starved for stimulation be it his hands, tongue, or cock. 

He roughly jerked her back, severed their lips. He lightly licked the tip of his tongue between his semi full lips, tasted the lingering flavor of her lipstick. His fingers released her nipple. Then, her hair still fisted, he shifted both their stance and faced the bed. 

He released her hair then gave her a quick shove back against the bed. He lifted his hand and aimed a scolding finger down at her then demanded, "Stay!" 

Her wide eyes gleamed with overwhelming lust as her head bobbed up and down in agreement to his demand. Her eyes darted in shift, watched him snatch up the handcuffs then followed as he moved around the foot of the bed. Her head arched back against the bed, eyes strained to watch his actions. 

On the other side of the bed, he snapped his fingers and demanded, "Arms up!"

She smiled then stretched her arms high above her head as she continued to strain to watch him.

He grabbed one wrist, slapped on the steel cuff then tugged and brought the handcuff chain linked around the metal bed spindle followed by the other cuff latched around her wrist. 

She was completely overjoyed, felt positively overloaded as her body nearly squirmed with anticipation. Her legs anxiously rubbed together as her hips slightly motioned. All her fantasies were coming to life and were being done so by her idol, the man who wrote the many bibles of erotica she read over and over, front to back. And most of her nights she would ogle his undeniably gorgeous images on the back sleeves of his book and imagine what currently took place.

Awkwardly strained, her eyes watched him as closely as possible. Her eyes focused on his hands as they undid the button of his trousers then slid down the zipper. She anxiously bit down on the side of her bottom lip as her wide eyes watched him obviously shift his footing removing his loafers. Then her eyes again focused on his hands as he drew down both his trousers and boxers. 

Her brain screamed, that's Victor Hardway's rock hard cock! 

She mentally praised, the years have been damned good to the author. He was a man just nearly sixty and had a body unlike any man she had seen who was three times younger than him. And before her eyes was him in his complete naked glory. Any man that has come and gone were of no comparison to the mature master before her. She was anxious to have his cock between her thighs and inside her severely over anxious pussy.

He rested his hands against her stretched arms and firmly slid them along the length of her arms then against her shoulders as he brought a knee against the bed. He lowered, pressed a kiss against her forehead then against her cheek. Gently he pressed a kiss against the corner of her lips, felt her heated breaths of excitement. 

Another knee brought against the bed, he kissed fully against her mouth in that upside down position, focused lippy attention on her pierced bottom lips. He heightened the kiss, the tip of his tongue toyed with that dainty labret piercing as her lips eagerly kissed in return. 

His hands moved down and firmly molded over her heaving tits. His fingers kneaded deep into the soft mounds of milky flesh, her body continuously squirmed with building excitement. His lips firmly suckled her chin as her head arched back then trailed down along the front curve of her throat, his body shifted atop the bed.

His mouth found her right tit and devoured the entirety of her erect nipple. Between his teeth he worked her nipple, the pressure and pain made her body arch up off the bed as she loudly groaned with approval. Her nipple firm between his teeth, the tip of his tongue tediously toyed as his firm left hand dragged downward over her trembling stomach. 

Her hips made a quick upward shift the moment his fingertips brushed against the sensitive hairs coated over her fleshy pussy mound. Again her hips anxiously shifted the moment his fingers spread the moist lips of her pussy. Then she squealed the instant his middle finger firmly stroked against her swollen clit. The entire time her mind desperate to focus on both his actions, the pain of his teeth clenched around her nipple and wondrous sensation of his finger's slicked strokes. 

He shifted his attention to her left nipple, devoured it then clenched it tightly between his teeth while probing it with the tip of his tongue. His eyes shifted and looked to her flushed face. His lips grinned, her expression was completely consumed by his actions. 

He drew his hand back and she immediately gave a protesting whine. He relinquished the attention on her nipple then maneuvered himself between her thighs. His hands gripped her knees and with a jerk, spread her legs wide exposing her glistening pussy. 

His eyes focused within hers, read the radiating excitement throughout the intensified blue. His hands firmly gripped above her knees, pressed his fingertips into her flesh then downward his hands pressed. He felt every tremble and twitch throughout the muscles of her thighs. 

Her excitement was more than expected which heightened more of his inspiration. She was a truly unique inspiration. Yes, he fucked those three inspirational women but there was a greater difference with her. She seemed to have ignited more from him by her games. Her devious nature to disturb his creative process provoked him to do just that, his process derailed but crashed into a surprisingly refreshing direction. Perhaps fucking her beforehand was brilliant on her part. A new and pleasantly different type of spark fueled him.

His left hand continued over her abdomen as he leaned into her. His right hand moved between his own legs and firmly wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. Through the valley between her tits his hand slid then molded over the shape of her throat. He brought the tip of his cock within the spread lips of her pussy then guided the firm tip against her clit; she loudly gasped. At the base of her throat, under her chin, his hand lightly gripped which caused her to again gasp.

He leaned more, guided his cock's tip slowly stroked against her clit, her hips shifted in sync. His hand shifted upward over her chin and grazed his fingers over the light gape of her lips. 

His lips formed a grin as he slid his middle finger into her mouth and felt her eagerly suck and taste her own flavor. He felt each of her pleasure filled hums vibrate around his suckled finger as he continued to stroke her clit ever so slowly with his cock tip. 

His finger drew back from her mouth as he shifted the direction of his cock. His hand clasped over her mouth and firmly pinched off her nose as his cock penetrated within the juiciness of her pussy's craving hole. Hmm, he praised in thought, she was nice and tight which was a sweet surprise.

Yes, her mind praised, the sensation of his cock inside her was more than anticipated and heightened by the deliverance of sweet suffocation by his hand. She grunted as her body arched and hips shifted. Her eyes fluttered and rolled with pure intoxication, an almost euphoric sensation enraptured her mind and body.

He slowly guided his cock deep then, just as slowly, drew it back until merely the tip remained. Slowly he guided his cock returned into the soaked depths of her pussy as he leaned forward. 

He tightened his suffocating grip, her grunts continued and sounded lovely. His hips shifted, began a slow rhythm probing his cock inside her. And his eyes were ever watchful of every expression of her face, the roll and flutter of her eyes, the deep flushing about her cheeks. Every little detail she gave was heavenly to his inspiration.

She felt the ache begin inside her chest, the need for air began and grew and grew with each of his steady and nearly torturous probes of his cock. Her grunted moans sounded in rhythm to hippy motions. Her legs started to anxiously press her heels into the bed as her back arched. The suffocating struggle grew as did the undoubted pleasure. Her arms jerked, the cuffs scraped loudly against the metal foot board spindle. 

A sneer formed over his top lip, he had forgotten the pleasure of watching the developing struggle. He knew she fought against her need to breathe because the pleasure was more. He was in control, she had no control of the situation as she had in the past with her solo play. He was the puppet master right then and her strings would be tugged and tugged until he was finished manipulating her body.

Her grunts twisted into whines. Her body uncontrollably squirmed beneath him. Her hips desperately tried to signal more as her chest begged for air. She instinctively shook her head but inside she indulged in her dark desire to be dominated by pure sweet suffocation delivered by another. Too long she played solo where she would cave too soon to relinquish the suffocation. She wanted nothing but to cum while subdued by pure breathlessness. 

He coyly asked, "Do you need to breathe?" He purposely thrust forward, felt her muffled vocal vibrate against his clasped hand. 

Her mind and body fought, argued for the answer.

He demanded, "Tell me, do you need to breathe?" He thrust again, made his cock deeply known.

She reluctantly nodded. 

His eyes narrowed, held his hand firm. 

Her eyes grew wide as she again nodded.

He grumbled, "Fine." He swiftly pulled his hand back.

She loudly gasped and took a long deep inhale. Her body trembled and every inch uncontrollably twitched with the relief from air filling her lungs. She relaxed.

Swiftly he against clasped his hand, only gave her brief relief. 

She startled and again the cuffs loudly scraped as she tugged. Her grunts were immediate. The air starvation was instantaneous. 

He thrust harder and quicker, felt her pussy persistently throb against his cock which too throbbed. As he continued to thrust inside her, he used the hand clasped over her mouth for leverage then delivered his free hand between them. His thumb strategically found her severely swollen clit and worked in firm circles and her body ignited further into that glorious struggle blended perfectly with pleasure.

Again a sneer crossed his top lip as his eyes solely focused with hers which were wide with so many different conflicting emotions. He felt the build within his cock as he knew the build was growing within her steadily pulsating pussy. He knew she wanted to breathe, that was clear but he could read she wanted to cum as he kept her breathless. 

He verbally encouraged her, "You don't need to breath." he sounded his own pleasure filled groan followed by announcing, "You're going to cum before I allow you to breathe." His own words stimulated him, he again groaned as he continued to pound his cock inside her, his thumb worked in sync against her clit.

She repeatedly whined against his clasped hand. Her head started to spin, her body tingled to the point of numbness until the only thing she felt was that build centered between her thighs. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed with pure focus on the combined sensations of the teasing of her clit and his cock pounding over and over with the fact she was completely denied a single breath. 

He groaned, "That's it," again he groaned, "Cum, my Inspiration," he nearly panted, felt his cock on the verge of unleashing inside her, "Cum for me, my Muse!" 

His words beautifully echoed in her mind. Her back arched upward and stiffened as heeled souls of her platforms buried into the bed. Her ass pressed deep against the bed. His thumb made a final stroke and cock made a deep thrust and that build was triggered and exploded. Her muffled screamed was long and drawn out as her eyes snapped wide open in almost disbelief. 

Never had she came as she just did, it seemed to spread from between her thighs and blanketed her entire body. She felt the hairs throughout body tingle. Her muscles were tense but slowly relaxed as the most explosive orgasm in her life faded like that of a fizzling firework. 

But he didn't release his suffocating grip.

He held her firmly under his suffocating grasp and continued to steadily pound between her severely trembling thighs. Her pussy pulsated against his cock like a rapid heartbeat. He pushed himself, felt his own build near succession. Her body beneath his started to kick and buck with panic. And the moment her hips jerked upward against him, his cock exploded. His lips gaped, brow furrowed with pleasure filled tension. That was the most powerful orgasm he had felt in some time and it was because of her.

His hand pulled back, his body jerked in response to the sensitivity the orgasm had left throughout his body. 

She gasped and panted, inhale after inhale she breathed. Her body relaxed, felt weighted by the intensity of the orgasm and suffocation. She got what she requested. 

Well, her lips grinned, not everything.

He relaxed as he lay himself atop her, allowed his cock to continue to throb inside her. His lips formed a dazed grin, he was beyond inspired and wanted nothing but to gather up his strength, bring her to his loft apartment and begin to create. 

He brought his lips to her ear and stated, "Now, we go to my place."

She continued to grin then gave her response, "No."

His eyes flinched open then his brow furrowed with question. He lifted up and looked down at her grinning expression. He asked, "What?"

She giggled then explained, "I'm not good and satisfied yet, Mr. Hardway."

He snapped, "Bull shit!"

She slowly shook her head then explained further, "I still haven't said when you get what you want because I'm not ready to tell you."

He grumbled, "What in the hell?" he rose up on his knees, "I just fucked you the way you wanted to be fucked. That was the bargain."

She again shook her head and stated, "What you just did, yeah, that's just part of it."

His lips gaped in surprise.

She again giggled then announced, "Tonight you're going home alone." she enjoyed his shocked expression, "Then you're picking me up tomorrow night and taking me out to a movie." she continued to giggle, "And afterwards, well, you get to fuck me again then we'll see if I'm good and satisfied."

He angrily crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her. 

"Remember, Mr. Hardway," she sang up at him, "A new creative process." she slyly looked up at him, "I think by the time this is over, you'll be beyond inspired."

His lips puckered with annoyance then he grumbled, "Sure in the hell better be, dammit."

She loudly belted out a laugh.



Inspiration Ch. 03



"Uuuh!... Aaaah!... Oooh yeeeees... Deeper, bro, go deeper in my ass... Awwwhhh!... Oh fuck yeees... Oh my god, I feel so fucking full... Uuuh!... So full of you, bro... Sooooo full!..."

Jake's own grunts soon mingled with her sighs and moans, their breathing getting equally ragged the deeper his cock sank into her virgin asshole. The only other sound was the slick squishy echo of Jess's frenzied fingers abusing her engorged clit. Her own nimble digits were making her squirm and squeal with pleasure, adding another layer to the new, naughty, wonderful feeling of having her ass stuffed with her brother's cock. 

The anal stimulation triggered by Jake's every movement was making Jess increasingly high on lust, turning her on past any level of excitement she had ever thought she'd experience. The slow, gentle, steady in-out motions of that fat tool rhythmically pumping into her rectum sent her most sensitive and secreted nerve-endings into overdrive. 

When their groins finally collided and her twin's thighs pressed against her offered rump while his low-hanging balls bumped into her sopping pussy with a wet fleshy clap, Jess felt her head spin. Her ears were ringing, echoing with Jake's grunts of awed delight. She felt his cock buried so deep inside her that she was convinced he had to be pushing up into her stomach. Her whole body went numb as a sudden wave of jolting ecstasy reverberated from her cock-stuffed ass and rippled outward through her slim frame in time with the throbbing of her brother's big tool buried in her bowels.

"Jess!... I'm balls-deep in your ass, sis!... Ooooh fuck you're so fucking tight!... So fucking amazing, sis!..."

Her hand accelerated on her tortured clit, her fingertips tingling, her whole lower body coursing with sudden shocks of pure, unprecedented pleasure.

"Aaaah... So full, bro... Ooooh!... I'm so fucking full of you, Jake... Mmmmh... Ooooh god, you feel so good, so deep in my ass, bro, oooooh!... I'm... Uuuhhh!... Oh my god, Jake, I'm gonna... Aaaah!... Uuhh... UUUHHH!..." 

It hit her like a bolt of lighting, sudden and piercing, a spike of ecstasy that blinded her and took her breath away, making her pussy spasm and her anus contract. Her juices dribbled all over her already soaked labia and trickled down her thighs. It wasn't a full blown prolonged orgasm but more of a mini-climax, a condensed anticipation of even higher peaks to come, as a tide of new and even taller waves of pleasure continued building up. 

Jake's mouth fell open as he felt his deeply embedded cock being gripped and squeezed and sucked hard by Jess's contracting rectum. The rivulets of pussy-juice wetting his scrotum and the jerking spasms wracking her bent-over frame told him she was having her first anal orgasm. 

Jake was almost pushed over the edge by the suddenly increased, erratic, pulsing tightness of his sister's anal muscles clenching on him during her climax. The sweet sounds of her incoherent gasps and groans as she came anally only added to his arousal. He had to grit his teeth and will himself with all he had to resist that delicious anal suction, taking deep steadying breaths and closing his eyes to focus on not exploding, staying perfectly still as he rode out his twin's flashing orgasm.

Eventually, he felt her ass relax once again. He exhaled as he heard Jess's squealing moans diminish into constant purrs, her normal tightness re-established around his twitching, pre-cum oozing, deeply buried cock.

"Oh my god, Jess, that was crazy! You were squeezing my cock so good, sis, it felt like you were giving me a blowjob with your ass!..."

Jess was barely able to open her eyes as she looked over her shoulder. Trying to focus her dreamy gaze, gulping big mouthfuls of air, she finally managed to murmur through her parted, puffy, smiling lips. 

"Jake... Bro... Ooooh, Jake... I came from your cock in my ass... It was so intense... Mmmh... I feel you so big and deep in me... I never thought assfucking would be so good... Oooh Jake, yes, flex your big dick deep inside my ass... Mmmmh... Ooooh, bro, you're filling me so full... I love being full of your cock... I could feel you pulse inside me when I was cumming... It was so powerful, so sudden... Oh god, I love how you are stuffing my ass... But now I want you to fuck me, Jake, I need you to really fuck me... Please, bro, fuck my ass..." 

Buried deep inside his sister's willing ass, his head throbbing with barely contained anal frenzy, Jake leaned over her surrendered body. He craned his neck till it hurt, but he finally made it to kiss his beloved twin, his perfect partner, his soulmate, his one and only Jess. 

She moaned into his mouth as their lips made contact, her every single anal nerve-ending on fire, her next orgasm already brewing. Jess's mind was possessed by a heady combination of love, desire and joy. She felt like her whole essence was devoted to her caring, passionate, handsome twin brother, her ideal companion, her other half, her Jake, hovering over her, dominating her with his big hard cock crammed up her ass, making her his, just as she wanted him to do, as it was meant to be. 

"Mmh... I love you, Jake... I love you so much, bro..."

"Oh, Jess... I love you too, sis..."

Their gazes stayed locked as he straightened back up behind her sweet bubble-butt. He gave her a feral grin, to which she replied with a wink, a light nod of her head and an impish smile of her puffy parted lips.

"Fuck my ass, bro," she mouthed.

Jake blinked, smiled and exhaled. Then he started assfucking his sister.

He withdrew all the way until only his spongy glans was still enveloped in her sphincter, then he glided in with one long, deep stroke, sinking inside his twin's well-lubed bowels in a single fast and smooth motion, pushing until he bottomed out. Immediately he pulled out again, retreating all the way and then again sliding balls-deep into that warm, welcoming, sisterly anal sheath. After a couple of experimental in-out full length strokes, hearing Jess's moans and feeling the resumed circling motions of her fingers on her clit right against his ballsack every time their hips connected, Jake went off his reservations completely and really got into an assfucking rhythm, pumping into his sister's rectum with abandon. 

"Uuuh... Ahhh...Yeeeees!... Ooooh... Deeper... Mmmmh... Ahhhhn... Awww!... Uuuh!... Harder..."

The lube, his long preparations, the gentle, slow opening of her virgin asshole, her relaxation and acceptance and active enjoyment of their first anal experience, their perfect compatibility and empathy, all these factors made it easy for Jake to gradually increase his tempo and for Jess to adapt to his pumping cock without panicking and clamping her anal muscles making the penetration difficult for him and painful for her. Instead, surrendering herself completely to the pleasurable invasion, she took everything he had to give her, accepting his brotherly shaft into her snug, hot, oily rectum over and over again, to their mutual delight. 

Soon the smell of sex, sweat and pussy-juice was intoxicating them. The sound of their connecting flesh set a slapping background tempo to the lustful chorus of their twin groaning voices and their broken, rasping breaths. 

Jake's words were reduced to mere grunts and growls as he pumped his hips harder and faster and deeper into his sister's rosebud. Jess's husky panting gasps changed with the alternating phases of their assfucking rhythm: a throaty pleasure moan when she felt her brother stuff her rectum full to capacity with his thick throbbing meat, a mewling whimper of aching disappointment when she felt suddenly empty as he vacated her tight, hot depths to slide out of her greasy anus before another powerful, filling thrust, the cycle repeating over and over again. 

"Aaaah... This ass... Sis... Ooooh fuck!... Jess, your ass... Aaah yeah..."

"Uuuuuhhhh!... Ooooh... Uuuh-uhh-uuuuhhh!... Ooohhhh..."

They lost themselves for long, lustful minutes in the unexpected and wonderful pleasure of their incestuous sodomy. Both were thrilled and amazed and completely hooked on this newfound way to enjoy each other's body. Jake's cock pistoned relentlessly in and out of Jess's pliant asshole, causing her rectum to send flaring sparks of ecstasy through her surrendered body at each pounding instroke and renewing her desire to be assfucked when, at each gliding outstroke, she was temporarily deprived of that amazing, perfectly matched, intensely fulfilling brotherly dick.

But it wasn't only the physical ecstasy of anal sex that made this special. To Jess it was a total surprise that buttfucking felt even more intimate than vaginal sex. Being sodomized by her brother seemed like the ultimate taboo, in fact the one real taboo so far. It was enticingly nasty and deliciously dirty, and to Jess it felt somehow forbidden and therefore irresistible, all of which did not really apply to having regular sex with Jake. It had felt natural and beautiful to make love to her twin, and it had felt great to have him inside her virgin pussy until he bathed her womb in his cum, but this first assfuck was something else. 

In her delirium of anal pleasure, Jess felt like her brother was fucking her entire body. Not only a part of her, but her, as a whole. He felt immensely big and hard and meaty inside of her ass, and the fullness she felt from having him deep into her untouched rectum could not compare to anything else. 

Having Jake inside her pussy had seemed right, but giving him her virgin asshole was immensely more intimate to Jess. In a way, she felt like this sodomy went somehow beyond just sex. While it was the most sensual act she could imagine herself doing with her brother, it was not merely carnal but also deeply emotional, as far as Jess was concerned. She knew she could trust Jake, she knew he would be gentle enough not to hurt her but he would still fuck her passionately and make her cum. 

She had not doubted him even for a second as she willingly surrendered herself to him, completely relinquishing control over the most delicate, forbidden, secret hole of her body to the one person who deserved this kind of absolute trust, the one person she could safely allow to enter her in that way. Because he belonged there. Inside of her, in her every hole, even and especially her tiny little virgin asshole. Jess realized that these feelings were strange and would be difficult to justify rationally, but they were perfectly clear to her, and she was instinctively sure that her twin shared them and understood them.

And of course Jake did understand. He loved Jess absolutely already, and he adored her even more for doing this with him. His gratitude and admiration and affection toward his twin sister for wanting him to take her anal virginity after making love to her for the first time couldn't be expressed by words, but he planned to make it all clear to her through his actions from there on out. 

The feeling of being inside her tightest, tiniest, most private orifice was completely different from being in her pussy. While her vaginal walls were certainly tight, there was also a soft, silky quality to them that made them mold themselves around him naturally, almost effortlessly. Her asshole though was different. Beside being even tighter and hotter than her pussy, and despite being elastic and adaptable to his girth, it was not spontaneously lubricated nor necessarily relaxed nor naturally meant to be fucked. 

The fact that they were both groaning in pleasure from their first sodomy meant a lot to Jake, because it was something that only trust and willingness could achieve, through patience and acceptance and preparation. It proved once again how deep, enduring, instinctive their sibling empathy was, a link they shared not only in an abstract manner but in the most intimate physical sense too now. 

His forehead dripping sweat on his sister's arched back, his eyes darting from her stretched, battered cock-gobbling anus to her lust-distorted face pressing on the pillow among a wild halo of blond hair, Jake panted and grunted as he accelerated even more, pistoning away into that slippery, willing, sisterly butthole.

"Oh fuck, Jess... Ahhh, yeah... Sis, your ass... I love your ass... So tight and hot... Oooh shit, Jess, this is amazing... I love assfucking you... Fuck that's so tight... I'll never get enough of your ass... Ahhh, so good... I want to fuck this tiny little asshole all the time, sis..."

Feeling him plunder her ass over and over again was making her so turned on and so overcharged with sensual stimulation that she doubted she would survive her orgasm when it hit. And she knew it would hit her soon. 

A roaring, crashing, mounting tide of warm pleasure shocks was lifting her higher and higher on the peaks of a spiraling, ever growing orgasm that was bubbling more intensely with each battering thrust of her brother's cock slamming through her conquered butt-ring. Her fingers a blur on her clit, her lips chapped and split from all the biting she had done on them, her voice hoarse and broken by incessant moans, Jess begged desperately for more, before her climax wiped her away.

"Uhhhh yeees!... I love it... So deep in me... Uhhh!... So full, bro... I love your big cock... So fucking fuuuuuuull... Aaah!... Aaaawhh yesssss!... I want you... I want more of you... Deeper in me, harder... Ooooh!... Own my ass, bro... Pound me harder... Mmmmh... Make it yours... I'm all yours Jake... This is your asshole now... Uuuhhhh!... Ooooohhh god!... It's yours to fuck... Uuuhhhh!... You can fuck my ass... Aaawwh!... Whenever you want, bro... Uuuuhhh!..."

Growling deep in his throat, his vision blurring and his balls aching for release while his cock pulsed and pistoned relentlessly into that oily anal sheath, Jake rose from his kneeling position behind Jess. Without pulling out, he quickly repositioned himself. Planting his feet firmly on the bed and straddling Jess's firm bubble-butt, he grabbed her slim waist and began riding his sister's juicy ass like a madman. 

All thoughts were erased from his sex-addled mind except a berserk anal thirst egging him on to push harder and harder into that willing sphincter. His cock was twitching and leaking pre-cum as every last inch slid through her stretched, greasy butt-ring, plunging down, slamming into Jess's ass ever faster, plowing deeper and deeper into that slippery, scorching hot rectum. 

Drunk on buttfucking lust, Jake just kept hammering away at that conquered sisterly rosebud like there was no tomorrow, again and again and again. 

Already close to her climax, Jess started to yell out incoherently. She felt her brother's cock go even deeper into her in this new and even more submissive position with him straddling her rump and drilling her furiously. She was loving the sense of absolute dominance that he exuded as he reamed her ass with incessant, breath-taking thrusts. Deliriously, Jess spurred her twin on between primal moans of pleasure, her fingers slapping and pinching and whirling frenziedly in squishy circles on her throbbing, frigged-raw clit. 

"Uuuuh!... Aaaaawh!... Yeaaaaaah!... Uh-uhh-uuuh-uuuuhhhh!... Moooooore!... Oooooooh!... Uhhh!... Haaaarder!... Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."

Jake's ears heard her words, but his brain barely registered them. His one and only goal was that of assfucking his sister harder and faster and deeper. 

His eyes were burning with animalistic need. Salty drops of sweat were trickling down his brow in rivulets now as he put his whole body weight behind every furious slamming thrust into his twin's scorching hot rectum. His hips were a blur as he impacted at breakneck speed against that dominated bubble-butt over and over again. His hands were shaking as he held desperately onto Jess's smooth hips, drilling away at that sweet pliant anus, rushing to his climax like his life depended on it.

Twitching all over with pre-orgasmic tremors, her ears ringing and her slim frame feeling intermittently tingly and numb, Jess suddenly felt her legs buck and tremble. Her pussy was quivering, her clit humming, her plundered, conquered, over-stimulated rectum sizzling in a conflagration of pleasure sparks overloading her nerve-endings. Her toes curled and then her whole body seized and went into uncontrollable jerking spasms. 

Her breath was suddenly knocked out of her and her lower body was on fire. Her eyes popped open but all she saw was a flash of pure blinding bliss. Then she screamed, the realization of her orgasm coming right after she felt herself fall in an abyss of depthless ecstasy.

"UUUUUUHHHHH!... OOOOOOOOOH!... AAAAWWHHH!..."

The clenching grip of his sister's anal muscles contracting firmly around his slamming length was so sudden and strong and undeniable that Jake had to stop plundering Jess's ass. His pulsing girth remained trapped where it was, balls-deep into her climaxing rectum. His twin's anal walls squeezed and clamped on him so powerfully and deliciously that Jake thought he would pass out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. He felt his knees go weak. The slick warmth and irresistible tightness of Jess's asshole suddenly increased a thousandfold around him. His head was spinning as another series of squeezing, milking, sucking contractions closed in on his pre-cum oozing meat. It was simply too much. 

Growling a bestial yell of release, Jake exploded inside his twin sister's constricting bowels, flooding her insides with thick jets of cum.

"AAAAAAH!... FUUUUCK!... JESS I'M..."

"...CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIING!... UUUUHHHHH!... JAAAAAAAKE!..."

Even through the layers of white hot, blinding, enveloping bliss of her mind-shattering orgasm, Jess could feel her brother's cock pulsing and swelling and blasting spurt after long spurt of creamy semen into her rectum. His thick, throbbing, rock-hard length suddenly seemed immensely bigger as her anal channel tightened and his veiny tool throbbed and enlarged, splashing her asshole with a continuous deluge of surging cum, jet upon jet of brotherly seed spraying deep into her butt. 

Barely remaining conscious as she rode out her monumental climax, Jess's mind reeled when she registered the warmth of his massive load coating her bowels. The increased fullness of her cum-filled rectum pushed her further into sensual ecstasy. Somehow the sensation of her brother's ejaculation inside her virgin ass was triggering something even deeper and more ancestral than his bathing her pussy with his seed earlier. 

Without even realizing it, Jess found herself cresting over an even higher peak. The flare of this empowered orgasm burned her out completely, her vision fading to black while her whole body succumbed to a rush of overwhelming satisfaction. 

"Aaahhh... Ahhh... Uuuuh... Ooooh... Ja-a-a-aahhh-ke..."

As his legs buckled and his head spun, his cock still buried balls-deep inside her ass and still hosing her insides with thick ropes of cum, Jake felt his sister's body go limp underneath him, her voice trailing off into a choked whimper. 

When Jess's knees gave way and she crumpled down on her tummy, her legs slightly parted as they distended lifelessly behind her, Jake followed her down on the bed. He motioned so he was lying on top of her with his weight on his elbows, their bodies pressed together, their heads close, his face resting on the hollow of her shoulder.

The twins lay there, panting and gasping. Jess's anal contractions gradually diminished to gentle squeezes milking Jake's ejaculating cock, until her ass finally relaxed and his torrential spray of cum petered out to a dribble and eventually stopped completely, his balls drained by his sister's clenching rectum. 

For long minutes they remained perfectly still, joined by his deflating cock sheathed deep inside her cum-sloppy ass. Their sweaty, exhausted, sex-heated bodies rubbed together, their skin fusing as they touched each other in the most basic contact possible. Their minds were lulled into blissful serenity as they floated together in the most amazing afterglow imaginable, both of them swept away in the heavenly haze that blesses mutually satisfied lovers.




Inspiration Ch. 03



When he regained some sense of himself, Jake gently rolled the two of them on their side in a spooning position. He wrapped his arms around his sister's slim frame. One hand went to cup her luscious tits, softly massaging them, the other reached Jess's pretty face. His fingers traced her delicate cheekbones, tucking her wild, sweat-darkened strands of blond hair behind her ears, clearing that beloved sisterly visage of all obstacles so he could look at it again.

She was beautiful, as always. Glowingly so now, with her eyes closed as if sleeping, her soft lips slightly parted and upturned in a far away smile, a humming purr of drowsy contentment coming from her perfect mouth. Her breath had slowed down to a peaceful whisper as she recuperated from her volcanic orgasm. 

Jake held her tighter to him, his heart bursting with undivided, indescribable, visceral love for his twin sister, his beloved Jess, the other half of his completeness, so truly and willingly his now, right there in his arms. 

He soon lost himself in a lazy, delicate, almost unconscious bout of adoration, lightly nuzzling her neck, peppering butterfly kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her closed eyelids, nibbling on her earlobes, paying quiet homage to her beauty, until Jess finally emerged from her ecstatic absence with a purr.

"Mmmh..." she cooed, turning her head and sleepily opening her jade green eyes to find an identical pair of soulful orbs gazing into hers. 

"Hey, sis."

Jess's smile widened as the blurry image of her twin brother's face slowly came into focus. A flood of warming, soothing, reassuring feelings washed over her, making her feel good like nothing and no one else could, no one except him.

"Hey yourself, bro," she said dreamily, turning her head slightly so she could press her lips to his. She whimpered into his mouth as they shared a long, soft, loving soulkiss.

It was Jake that interrupted their cuddling when he felt Jess's rectum twitch around his still deeply embedded cock. 

"Want me to pull out, Jess? If you're sore or..."

"No, bro, stay inside me..." she replied. Her arm reached behind Jake's head to bring his mouth back to her thirsty lips. Her words were soft when she interrupted their kiss to speak. "I'm okay, it doesn't really hurt, I just feel so full... Actually, I love feeling you so deep in me, it's fantastic, Jake..."

"I know, it's weird but it's even better than being in your pussy, sis... I'm glad it didn't hurt, I don't want to hurt you Jess, never."

She smiled at him, caressing his cheek, her half-lidded eyes sparkling with quiet, warm joy. 

"I know, bro, and you didn't hurt me... I was so ready for you, you licked me so good, Jake, and you lubed me so well and gave me time to get used to your big cock and then it felt so amazing when you fucked my ass... Mmmh... Your big cock pounding my tight little ass..." 

She shivered at the mere thought, contracting her anal muscles around her twin bother's still buried, plump meat, eliciting another groan from him. Her forehead creased in thought, and she opened her eyes completely to stare straight into Jake's eyes as she pondered. 

"It's gonna sound strange but I felt like... I don't know why, but having you in my ass, so deep, feeling so full of you and being totally relaxed knowing you were doing this to me, it was... It just seemed so..."

"...intimate. I know, sis, it really was the closest I ever felt to you..." he finished, smiling, perfect understanding showing in his eyes. 

Jess nodded and smiled in return. She kissed him again, feeling their life-long sibling bond uniting them like a physical thing, a connection as deep and true and undeniable as his cock snugly sheathed in her rectum, linking them in the flesh just like their symbiotic affection made them one in the spirit.

"Plus," she giggled after a while, an impish smile on her lips, "I guess all the cum you shot inside me is kinda soothing... No risk of feeling sore with all that cream plugged up in my ass, eh!..."

Jake laughed and sucked her lips deep in his mouth. He was amazed by this beautiful being he had just made his, this goddess who had just allowed him the immense honor of claiming all three of her sisterly virgin holes and bathing them in his brotherly seed for the very first time.

"Sis, you're the best girl in the world." 

"Awww, thank you, bro," she said, blushing, trying not to show her obvious delight in the praise, and failing. Her awkward reaction made her look even more adorable to her brother, who kissed her before she could add: "You're the perfect guy, Jake, you know... I mean it, bro, I really do."

They snuggled and kissed and made out for a long sweet while, spooning tightly, their joining never breaking. Jake's cock slowly began stiffening inside Jess's willing asshole as languid, lazy minutes went by, their purrs of affection seamlessly growing in intensity into moans and groans of renewed incestuous desire. 

"Jake...?"

"Yeah, sis?"

"I think I'm not gonna be just your cumslut," she said. Her voice was meant to be solemn but her lips were upturned, her eyes glinting playfully as her cheeks reddened with naughty excitement. "I'll be your asswhore too, bro..."

Jake's shaft flexed to full hardness at her words. He gasped a half laugh as he absorbed the mix of innocent sincerity, pure devilish lust and boundless devotion to their love that showed all at once on his twin sister's beautiful, radiant face.

Smiling at her, yet as serious as he could be, he said: "Jess, whatever else you're gonna be, first of all you're always my one true love. Always, Jess. I love you so much, sis."

Her smile broadened, her words as heartfelt as his own. "I love you, bro." 

Jess sighed with languid joy, planting a deep kiss on his lips. Then, squeezing her cum-coated rectum around his meaty hardness, she pushed her bubble-butt against his hips. Knowing what she wanted, sharing her desire, Jake smiled then moaned as he started slowly sawing his cock in and out of her oily anus in shallow thrusts. 

Making love to his sister's ass, he kept most of his shaft buried into her at all times, pumping idly into her pliant asshole. He took her ass gently while they made out, spooning as close as possible, their warm bodies rubbing together, their breaths synching as they fell into the easy rhythm of a slow buttfuck.

As he glided into her warm, cum-sloppy ass with easy strokes, Jake's hands never let go of his sister's big tits. He massaged them, luxuriating in their firm softness overflowing his restless palms, his fingers pinching and tweaking and tickling her puffy areolas and pebble-hard nipples. Jess mewled from the combined stimulation, loving the feel of her responsive breasts being played with while her willing, sensitive anus was being stretched and filled by Jake's throbbing thickness. 

Jess's hands were both busy on her groin. One fingered her leaking pussy, pushing two then three digits into her sopping pink folds. The other was on her clit, her fingertips working her overcharged nub in varying masturbatory motions, from slick and slow circling whirls to quick and tormenting frigging rubs. 

While her twin brother kept steadily sodomizing her at a slow pace, Jess meant to enjoy this second assfuck with equally languid ease. She chose to torture her own clit with erratic changes of pace, toying with her own pleasure, letting the build-up grow and grow, basking in the flaring warmth of an imminent peak. Then she stopped and waited, feeling her climax deflate until it was time to start the sweet torture again, once more bringing herself closer and closer, biting her lips in self-inflicted frustration when she denied herself another release. Her only constant source of soothing satisfaction remained the thick brotherly cock fucking her surrendered ass. The sparks of ecstasy from Jake's gliding strokes into her cum-coated rectum kept Jess purring as she mercilessly teased herself.

Still, despite the perversely delicious pleasure she was taking from her tormenting clit-play, Jess permitted herself to relieve some pent up sexual energy through two quick, piercing mini-climaxes during the long minutes of anal plowing she was getting. In those occasions Jake stopped his sawing motions and just stayed buried balls-deep inside her quivering depths. Groaning as he enjoyed the massaging contractions of his sister's anal walls tightening around his meat, Jake gently rocked his hips, grinding into her stretched rosebud as he rode out Jess's lightning fast peaks, his eyes shut as he focused on not letting himself explode into those slick, warm, suctioning bowels. 

Eventually though neither the slow assfucking tempo, nor the fact that Jake had already come three times, nor the cruel self-discipline that Jess had imposed on her frigging fingers could prevent the twins from once again reaching the point of no return. Their long, gentle sodomy had only allowed their pleasure to build up gradually and in the end, though slower in approaching, their incoming orgasms loomed high and powerful over them. 

When Jess felt her twin's fingers stop their endless stimulation of her luscious boobs and his palms began grasping her big jugs with possessive firmness, she knew he was close. Exhausted with denied pleasure and delayed release, she finally gave up on her own twisted little teasing game on her tormented clit. Needing to just cum long and hard and let herself be swept away by a bursting climax, Jess started finger-fucking her sloppy pussy with three digits, her fingertips accelerating on her clit with determined urgency. 

Aching to cum, his mouth growling into his sister's long, sweat-shiny neck, his nostrils full of her inebriating scent, his cock pulsing and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into Jess's willing, warm rectum, Jake moaned his urgency to climax as he increased his assfucking pace.

"Aaah!... Jess, I can't hold it anymore... I need to cum, sis... Aaah your ass is too good, Jess... It's making me cum again..."

Turning her head to kiss him, her clit singing and her pussy pulsing with waves of delight, Jess purred as she pushed her firm bubble-butt back against her twin's plowing, throbbing cock, her own orgasm rushing closer. 

"Yes, Jake, yes, cum in me again... I'm close too, bro... Cum in me, give me all your sweet cum, bro... Aaaah so fucking close!... Cum with me, Jake, please!... Mmmh... Fuck my ass and fill me with your cum... Show me how much you love me, bro, cum deep in my ass!..."

Egged on by her words, Jake started slamming harder. His heart pounded in his ears as he hammered into his twin's dilated rosebud with deep, desperate thrusts. 

"Oh yeah, I love you so fucking much, sis... I love assfucking you... And filling you full of cum... I love fucking your cum-filled ass... Aaaah!... Fuuuuck!..."

"Yeeees, pump your cum deep in me, bro... Ooowwh, yes, fuck my ass harder!... Cum for me, Jake, cum in my ass again, fill me up good... I love getting fucked in the ass by your big cock, bro, oooooh!... I want you to fill my asshole with your cum, pleeease... Uuuhhhh!... Yes, fuck my ass hard, like that... I need you in me, bro, your cock, your cum... I want to have you inside me, always... Aaaaah fuck yeah, fuck fuck fuck!... I'm almost..." 

Jess's words fueled Jake's lust, spurring him on to ream his sister's asshole harder and faster as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. Their hips slapped together frantically and his heavy balls bumped wetly against her soaked cunt where they made contact with her pumping fingers, her desperate will to cum matching his own. 

"Ooooh yeaaaaah, you're making me cum Jake... Please cum in me, Jake, cum with me... Be always in me, bro... Ooooooh god!... Uuuhhh!... Aahhhh fuuuuuck yeaaaah!..."

Again, the sudden orgasmic clamping of her rectum all around his drilling cock pushed Jake over the edge.

"Aaaah yeaaaah... I'm gonna cum in your ass, sis... Fuuuuck!... I'm... Cummiiiiing!..."

A flaring tremor shook Jess's frame and enveloped her body in ripples of scorching hot pleasure, pulsing in time with the fluttering of her pussy and the spasms of her anal muscles. As her breath caught in her throat and her body began convulsing in sweet release, Jess felt her brother's ejaculation splash deep into her ass in powerful jets of milky semen, his warm cum flooding her bowels once again in a sequence of thick creamy spurts. The indescribable sensation of being once again filled with his brotherly seed amplified the mix of vaginal, clitoral and anal stimulation in one huge bursting bubble of sexual ecstasy. 

Delirious from his own orgasm, Jake's climaxing body was bucking against Jess's bubble-butt in twitching, jerking thrusts. As he tried to push himself deeper into his twin's ass, his cock kept unloading another sizable amount of his fluid essence into that amazingly warm, deliciously contracting, sisterly sheath. Bellowing out in pleasure as he emptied himself for the second time into Jess's milking rectum, he instinctively raised his head from the hollow of her shoulder. 

Then, without thinking, he bit into her long slender neck from behind. 

Jess was still high on her peak, her mouth open and paralyzed in a muted O of orgasmic shock, her ears ringing with a mix of her pounding heartbeat and Jake's animalistic growls of satisfaction, when she felt her brother's teeth sink into the nape of her neck. She instantly shivered in a spiraling reprise of her already detonating orgasm, his ancestral branding gesture making her scream out as a surge of primal lust added a new level of intensity to her toe-curling release.

"AAAAAH!... JAAAAKE!... YEEEEESSSSSSS!..."

Swept away in a common flaring burst of pleasure, their minds drunk with sensual delight and their bodies humming in contentment as they contracted and spasmed and released their love juices, Jake and Jess let themselves be consumed by their climaxes, their awareness of everything except their partner slipping away. 

When their thundering orgasms abated and the milder buzz of the afterglow set in, the twins were both exhausted. Panting and gasping, starved for oxygen, Jake and Jess lay motionless, still spooned together, finally relaxing. Every muscle in their bodies had capitulated and was begging for reprieve. The heady smells of sex were intoxicating their senses and their ears were filled with the soothing symphony of their matching sighs of fulfillment.

Jake's mouth was slack. His lips rested on Jess's neck. His face was buried in a wild cloud of blond hair, his nostrils full of her signature aroma, his brain swimming in the atavistic recognition of her unique scent, the scent of his mate. His arms hung lifeless around his sister's chest, her heaving boobs feeling soft and smooth under his weak fingers. He held her slim frame close to his body by will alone. 

Finally, after four unprecedented climaxes, his utterly spent cock deflated completely until it plopped out of his sister's cum-filled asshole with a liquid, obscenely naughty squishing sound. A river of white creamy seed started pouring out of Jess's gaping anus as soon as the meaty shaft plugging her butt was removed. 

Jess stirred from her blissful exhaustion and groaned in mild annoyance when she felt her rectum emptying of Jake's brotherly meat. The sudden absence of his hardness stuffing her ass was somehow compensated by the unexpected thrill of feeling his two massive loads sloshing out of her stretched sphincter. A naughty shiver ran up her spine as she realized just how much cum her brother had pumped up her asshole that night. Still, she didn't want to be left completely empty of him.

Jake watched in awed silence as Jess brought her hands to her butthole and started playing with the rivulets of cum spilling out of her well-fucked ass. 

Using her fingers, Jess tried to stop the deluge of thick semen bubbling out of her nether hole, but she couldn't. Instead, she repeatedly dipped her nimble digits into the glistening white streaks that trickled down her shapely thighs, collecting the dollops dripping down her buttcrack, scooping her brother's goo from the pools forming on the bed and then driving the run-off semen back into her plundered rectum with her fingertips. 

As she kept pushing his milky seed into her orifice, Jess slowly massaged her dilated yet gradually resizing butt-ring, gently soothing her ravaged pucker with that abundant brotherly cream until her sphincter regained its usual crinkled appearance. Eventually, just a thin dribble of her twin's sperm leaked out of her tender cum-glossy anus.

Jake's flaccid cock twitched involuntarily as he watched this insanely erotic display, before resting limply once again. 

His eyes were wide and he had a goofy smile on his face when his sister finally turned to him. Jess's arms were quickly wrapped around his tired body as he laid more comfortably on his back to hold her tight, her soft, big boobs squashed between them. She draped a shapely leg across her brother's thighs while his hands tucked her hair behind her ears. Long, blond, sweat-darkened strands of her wild mane rested on his perspiration-slick chest as their mouths drew closer, their lips brushing lightly, their eyes sparkling, their lips upturned in joy.

"Well, best birthday ever, sis!..."

Jess laughed and nodded. "Yeah, best birthday ever, bro. So many nice presents for both of us tonight!..."

"And it's still early, you know. We still have all the rest of the day to celebrate..." he said, his fingers tracing her spine as he hugged her, his nose in her hair, inhaling her again and again.

"That's true, bro, but we have more than just today or tomorrow. A lot more..."

They looked each other in the eye, their hearts beating against the other's chest. Their bond was so deep and total now that no more words were needed, just their gazes staring into each other's soul, their bodies cuddled tightly together, their feelings and desires and thoughts singing in unison, as they were meant to be doing.

The twins kissed and snuggled in silence, lulling each other to sleep, satisfied and happy as they could ever be, blissfully safe in each other's arms.

Jake was falling asleep to the sound of his sister's steady breathing, when an afterthought struck him, holding him back from oblivion for a moment.

"Jess...?"

"Mmh..." she purred sleepily, nuzzling deeper into the hollow of his shoulder.

"Sis, when you said... You got inspired for your stories... Listening to me jacking off... Now that we are together... I mean, about the inspiration... What are you gonna write about now, sis?..."

Jess cooed a sort of muffled laughing sound. Her lips pressed into Jake's jaw in a soft, dreamy kiss as she listened to her brother's lethargic rambling. Her voice was slow and far away, her eyes were closed, as were his, when she drowsily mumbled into her twin's neck. 

"Mmmh... I'm not sure, bro... I guess I don't really need to make stuff up anymore, but... I could finally write about love..."



Inspiration Ch. 04



(Author Note)

The acts of the fetish known as Breath Play performed in this and other stories by ME are not recommended to be attempted by those without experience, not educated concerning this fetish, and without an experienced and trustworthy partner. 

Thank you. 

*****

He couldn't sleep, tossed and turned as his mind was consumed. 

Victor found himself seated in his favorite chair by lamp light, a glass of wine atop the chair side table and a cigar tucked between his lips. In his hand was an artist lead pencil and over the textured paper of a brand new sketch pad he started to create. 

His eyes were focused as smoke exhaled through his nostrils. Before his eyes the visions of his mind were given life through shading and details. Far too long it had been since he sketched and, though he was tired, it was exhilarating to again create. 

Yes, surprisingly to him, Rosangela's so called change in his process seemed effective. He continuously stroked the pencil over the paper, paused to flick an ash then used his fingers to smudge the shading. On that paper he sketched exactly his desired bound image he planned to enact when she was good and satisfied. 

His lips smirked as he again removed the cigar. Oh, he praised in thought, when she was good and satisfied then shall he. His mind derived something special for his latest inspiration. With all the work he already currently done and likely will continue until she decided she's had her fill, he was determined to make this future best seller of the erotica genre would be epic.

He lightly chuckled, puffs of smoke passed his lips. His eyes gleamed with inspiration as he sang, "Rosangela." 

Her red lips lipped the lyrics of the song that loudly played in her ears through the ear buds. 

Rosangela was just finishing up her shift at the book store. She felt damned energized after her evening with the infamous Victor Hardway. Her mind was persistent with flashbacks of her first none solo breathless experience where she discovered the meaning of having a mind blowing orgasm. Yes, Victor Hardway was definitely a master at erotica, not only the written word but the actual physical act.

She spun around, just finished shoving some books back into place. She strutted down the aisle, one final book clenched in her hand. Her body subtly motioned with a sexual dance rhythm as she sang, "One look, could kill. You're pain, my thrill!" She spun and crammed the final book into its correct place. 

Again she spun on her red vinyl platform red Mary Jane's and strutted towards the front of the book store. As she neared the front, there came a flash of lightning through the front bay windows of the store. A stormy night, unlike the night before where nothing really sprouted unlike what occurred at her place.

She stepped behind the counter and started to gather her belongings. She was locking up on her own that night, Stew off and owner Al had left early. 

Her eyes focused on the bay window as she slipped on her PVC black rain coat. Her eyes flinched against another burst of lightning followed by a slight glass shaking bout of thunder. Her glossy black fingertips snapped each button of the rain coat. Her eyes shifted as she leaned, searched for any sign of the black Porsche. 

Would he again show up? Had she perhaps worn out her welcome into his life by her determination to seemingly screw with his creative process? 

She grabbed her purse, keys in hand, then turned flipping the switches to the bookstore lighting. 

Another flash of bright lightning, her eyes snapped wide at the sight of a brief black shadow on the wall. She startled, spun around and aimed her wide eyes at the window.

She sighed then mumbled, "Jerk." 

Victor stood before the store front bay window.

She frowned then left the counter and marched to the door. She unlocked the door then opened it, peeked her head out. She greeted, "Hey, Mr. Hardway!"

He crossed his arms over his chest and flashed her a greeting smile then said, 'Rosangela."

She slipped out of the door, closed it then locked it up tight. She quipped, "Excited?" She turned and faced him, her smile big. 

He continued to smile then asked, "So, what are we going to see?"

She giggled then stepped up to him. He was definitely still a bit frustrated with her, she read it clearly within the shadows of his eyes. "What ya wanna see?" she asked him, "Got any preferences, hmm?"

He shook his head and stated, "This is your idea, so pick what you would like to see."

She again giggled as a loud clap of thunder sounded. Her eyes shifted and looked up at the sky. She commented, "Wonder how bad it's gonna get."

His brows lifted and he muttered, "Better be damned good."

She quickly looked at him, asked, "What was that?" She suspiciously eyed him. 

He shook his head and stated, "Nothing."

"Okay!" she excitedly chirped then stated, "I'm thinking a good horror movie." Her eyes scanned and spotted his Porsche then marched its direction.

Rosangela chose her horror movie and the perfect spot in the movie theater where there was barely a soul nearby. She was perky and so nonchalant the entire time, well, she was on a movie date with Victor Hardway. 

It had been a while since she was on an actual date, though it seemed the person she was on the date with was being somewhat forced into it. Yet, she determined, her little bargain was the only way she would have convinced the author to actually take her on a date.

The movie began as Rosangela eagerly enjoyed her popcorn but Victor seemed less enthused. 

His mind was more so focused on what would take place after the movie. Would she finally consent to return to his apartment so he could truly embrace his creativity? Or would she again have him back at her place fucking her as she wanted?

He determined that she was unpredictable which, self admittedly, he enjoyed. His creative process was changed but easily he found inspiration and already started to create. Yet, he wasn't certain how much more he could take. How much longer was he to wait to get what he wanted, more so needed?

His eyes didn't focus on the horror being displayed on the screen. His mind was again strolling through the paths of where his inspiration would lead him. A glimmer was within his dark eyes as a slanted smirk traced over his lips, heightened the defining line about the left side. 

So many scenarios. So many concepts. So many means to achieve his ultimate goal of creative perfection. So many possibilities, for his inspiration was far from like any of the others.

Rosangela's eyes shifted, looked to the author and read clearly that his mind was elsewhere. A grin perked across her lips. How she would love to be inside his mind and see the visuals that she knew involved her. 

Her head turned as her eyes studied him within the lighting from the large theater screen. She watched as he relaxed in the theater seat, his arms lifted and draped along the backs of the other seats, including hers. Yet, she knew he was far from watching the movie. Her eyes shifted downward just as he adjusted his hips. 

Her lips curiously puckered as she set the bucket of popcorn on the seat to her right. She lifted the armrest that separated them. She wondered how far into his thoughts he really was and if those thoughts were arousing. 

Slowly she lifted her left hand, her black glossy fingertips anxiously twitched. Down she lowered her hand, aimed directly at his crotch. 

His eyes blinked the moment he felt a full hand embrace his groin. His eyes shifted to the right and there was her lovely face twisted with curiosity. His grin broadened the moment he felt her firmly press the heel of her hand down against his hardening cock. He adjusted his hips and spread his legs. 

Her eyes locked with his, a mischievous glint in both their eyes. She leaned closer to him as her fingers worked the shape of his cock through his trousers. Her grin broadened, felt his cock harden further against her firmly massaging hand. 

The horror continued to play out on the screen as she slid her hand upward, dragged her lengthy fingernails along the seam of his fly. With one hand, she worked free the buckle of his belt, undid the single button then guided down the zipper. 

Their eyes steadily locked, she slipped her hand beneath the waist of his boxers then dipped deeper and wrapped her fingers firmly around his cock. She slyly licked her lips as her hand firmly stroked up and down the rock hard length of his cock. 

Her eyes shifted, glanced around at the other theater goers; very few and no one particularly too close. Her eyes shifted back to his and with a downward shift made the silent announcement of her upcoming move. 

He gave her an approving nod, watched her grin broaden. There was a definite curiosity to how that smooth labret piercing would feel against his cock. 

His eyes followed as she leaned down, her hand smoothly worked his cock from his boxers and the undone fly of his trousers. Down his eyes shifted then lightly flinched the moment her lips brushed against the tip of his cock.

His eyes lifted and vacantly aimed at the film on the screen. A slight sneer formed over his top lip as his entire cock was delivered deep inside her mouth, her lips firmly puckered and tongue pressed. Yes, he loved that sensation of her lip ring as she slid her lips back up along the length of his cock. 

He lowered his right arm, brought his hand against the tousle of ringlets at the back of her head. His hips shifted in response to her firm sucks. Firstly he kneaded his fingers against her hair, indulged in the slow up and down motion of her head as she worked his cock so wonderfully with her entire mouth, but bit by bit his hand formed a fist gathering her hair. 

His left arm lowered, hand brought to the crown of her head then slowly slid down over the shape of her motioning forehead. His sneer broadened, a sly excitement fluttered in his chest and flexed his cock. Obviously he was mistaken about the movie date being boring and was determined to make it worth his while.

She focused, ignored her own excitement dampening her panties. She prided herself at being an expert at blow jobs. She used her entire mouth and nearly swallowed his cock without effect on her gag reflex. She loved the sensation of his cock's eager twitches and pulses which proved her expertise. Yet, there was something suspicious about the aim of his left hand but she refused to relinquish her focus.

He found the bridge of her nose, his thumb and index traced down the shape until they felt the flare of her nostrils. He lightly bit down on his bottom lip then deviously grinned. No hesitation, he pinched off her nose, felt her surprised gasp vibrate his cock. 

His right hand firmly fisted a handful of her hair, letting it known she wasn't coming up until his cock was satisfied and filled her lovely mouth. 

He lightly closed his eyes, focused on every sensation her mouth lavished over his cock. His head leaned back, the tip of his tongue licked between his teeth and grinning lips. He nudged his hips, signaled her to work his cock harder. 

Her pussy was inflamed with further excitement the moment he pinched off her nose, her hips shifted. She groaned, the breathlessness sweet and quick. At the tip of his cock she barely caught a breath but her determination was greater than her need to breathe. She devoured his cock then firmly drew it back against the firm press of her tongue and suckle of her lips, the entire time he kept her nose pinched. 

Over and over, up and down she sucked his cock, tasted the salty dribble over the taste buds of her tongue. She grunted against the suffocation, her eyes squeezed tightly closed with concentration. She felt his cock's pulses quicken as did the eager flinches. 

Her left hand firmly latched to his knee and dug her nails into the expensive material of his trousers. She continuously grunted, wanted him to cum in her mouth before she was unable to take any further breathlessness.

He controlled his vocals, breathed heavily through his nose. His right hand tightened its grip of her hair as his left hand kept a firm pinch of her nose. Her grunts were wondrous additional sensations against his cock and heightened the nearing explosion. He reactively shifted his hips, knew he was about to cum. 

His hair fisted hand stiffened, stopped her midway up his cock. He nearly thrust his hips upward, drove his cock deep into her mouth. His lips gaped as his cock exploded and filled her mouth with his heated cum. His eyes lightly rolled in response to the sensation of the explosion fading over his stiffened body. 

Her nose was released, she swiftly inhale through her flaring nostrils. His hand released her hair, she carefully rose up and took steady deep breaths through her nostrils. Very slowly she swallowed as she continued to rise. Her hand reached back and fetched the drink in the cup holder to her right then she brought the straw to her lips. 

His eyes focused on her as his hands tucked his satisfied cock back into the confines of his boxers and trousers. He pleasingly grinned as she eyed him with the straw tucked between her lips. He gave her an approving wink.

She belted out a laugh, startled at her response then slapped her hand over her mouth knowing she just disturbed the other movie watchers. 

The movie finished, they raced to the Porsche through the pouring rain. 

Inside the car, Victor assumed, "My place then."

Rosangela gasped with surprise then dashed the author's assumption with a question, "What gave you that impression?"

His hand tightly gripped the gear shifter. Again, he thought, really?

She smirked then stated, "I not once hinted that I intended on going to your place tonight."

His foot lightly pressed the gas, the engine slowly revved. His eyes narrowed as they stared forward through the windshield. Reluctantly his eyes shifted and looked at her smirking face. How, he thought, she loved her damned control.

She shifted her smirk into an innocent smile along with a sweet tilt of her head. She mocking pouted her pierced bottom lip then apologized, "I'm sorry if that blow job gave you the wrong assumption of where tonight was leading."

She reached and did the seat belt, "I'm soaking wet." she again pulled out her nonchalant demeanor, "We can go to my place now." She dropped her folded hands onto her lap and looked forward with a smile. 

He grumbled, "Of course." He looked forward, shifted the car into gear then steered in the direction of her shared town house.

The town house door shoved open, Rosangela stumbled inside laughing. She swiftly kicked off her drenched heels, spun around to watch a quite wet Victor Hardway enter. She continued to laugh as she flipped on the foray light.

He wasn't amused. He entered, swung the door closed. His damned precious fedora was soaked. His eyes glared at her as she continued to laugh. He reached and removed the rain weighed fedora. One of his favorites, gray with red silk band. 

She tried to ease her laughter as she stepped up to him. She apologized, "I'm sorry you had to park so far away." she offered to take the fedora, "I can throw it in the drier."

His eyes looked at her with surprise. He refused, "No, you can't simply place this," he shook the soaked fedora, "In a drier." he then snapped, "Dry clean only."

She leaned back at his snappiness then shook her head and said, "Jeez, sorry, just thought..."

"No," he repeated then simply hung the fedora on one of the coat rack hooks.

She wrinkled her nose at him, he was being damned bitchy over a hat. She shrugged then spun around and announced, "Well, make yourself at home, Mr. Hardway." she started up the stairs, "I've had a long day and gonna take shower."

His head slowly turned, eyes shifted to followed her trek up the stairs. His lips slowly formed a sly grin.

Rosangela had stripped and entered the Jack and Jill bathroom she shared with one of the absent roommates. She slid back the glass door then twisted on the shower. She heard the bedroom door come open and grinned. She thought, perhaps he was done pouting over his fedora.

She yelled out, "Just do whatever!" She stepped into the shower, slid the door closed.

Victor removed his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. His eyes focused on the semi open door, heard the shower running and her humming. Oh, he thought, he was going to definitely do whatever.

He stepped to the side of her bed, crouched and slid out the suitcase. Remained crouched, he opened the suitcase and eyed the contents. His lips puckered with thought as his mind derived exactly his next step was going to be in Rosangela's unsuspecting direction. 

His head tilted as his hand grabbed an unopened box. He pried the box open then removed one of its contents. He then grabbed a couple other items from the suitcase and rose up. 

She lathered her hair as she stood just before the shower stream. Her eyes were closed as the conditioner laced water streamed down about her brow and eyes. She continued to hum as she turned around, stepped back and allowed the hot water to rinse the conditioner from her hair. 

Her eyes opened and to her surprise, there was a silhouette on the other side of the frosted glass. She grinned then inquired, "Wanna join me?"

The glass door slid open.

She continued to grin as she again faced the shower stream. She commented, "Guess so." Followed by a giggle.

She reached for the sponge, prepared to wash her body but his hands came from behind and grabbed hold of her wrists. 

His voice spoke from behind her, "No, allow me."

She shrugged and thought, why the hell not. But he didn't release her wrists, he gathered them behind her then she felt the steel of the handcuffs. She again giggled, that was a first. She commented, "Hmm, well, this is interesting."

Her hand cuffs behind her, he brought his hands against her shoulders then nudged her back against him. He brought his lips to her ear and stated, "Oh, it's not that interesting," he paused with a sly grin, "Yet." 

She hummed with approval, her excitement already raised. Her eyes blinked against the steamy moisture within the shower as they watched his hand reach and grab the bottle of body wash from the plastic shelf hung from the shower. Then she watched him pour a good amount of body wash onto the palm of his hand. Her mind easily focused on what it was going to feel like to have his soapy hands lather her body.

She anxiously pressed her lips together, watched him lather his hands. She inhaled, took in the light floral scent of the body wash. She held her breath the moment his hands returned to her shoulders then slicked and massaged against them. 

Her eyes closed with focus, his hands worked so slippery across her shoulder blades, down the center of her back then moved along the shape of her ass. She again hummed, loved the sensation of his hands kneading over the roundness of her ass. 

He slid his hands forward against her hips, pressed himself against her. He loved the slight brush of her hands against his cock. His lips again found her ear and he explained, "I'm going to make certain you're nice and clean for me." 

She bit down on her bottom lip, his left hand slid against her abdomen then moved downward between her thighs. Her grin broadened as she felt his full hand lather the wet hair between her legs. His hand reached further, his fingers worked the soapy lather within the lips of her pussy. 

He took his time, lathered every inch of her pussy as his right hand lifted and found the fullness of her tit. Her tit in his hand, he felt every heave of her chest. Her pussy in his hand, he felt every shift of hips. Yet, he was not ready to please her. Not yet ready to fuck her. She said the night before, he was to take his time and that was his mission each and every time. 




Inspiration Ch. 04



She leaned back against him, indulged in the sensations both his hands delivered. She was willingly drowning in everything. So long she wanted that type of detailed attention from a man. So many years within the confines of a marriage built on falsehoods and never had she experienced what she truly craved and needed. Sure, she was playing a game of sorts with the author but what he gave her was more than she had ever dreamed.

He informed her with a whisper, "Time to rinse." 

His hand slid back from between her thighs, reached up and removed the detachable shower head. His right hand reached down between her legs, two fingers spread her lathered pussy lips. He delivered the steady firm stream from the shower head fully against her pussy.

She loudly groaned the instant the heated water struck and stimulated her clit. Her hips anxiously shifted as he alternated the firm spray downward then upward rinsing away the soap but also tormenting her pussy. Her breaths heightened as the steady spray was held and aimed directly against her desiring pussy hole. 

He drew the shower head back, delivered the spray up her torso rinsing away all the soap. Once satisfied she was clean and rinsed, he returned the shower head in its place. 

Again his lips were at her ear and he announced, "Now time to give you what you want."

Her eyes opened, curious to his plan. She felt him step back away from her. Her eyes curiously shifted side to side. She inquired, "And how exactly are you going to do that, Mr. Hardway?" 

She quickly held her breath, heard a very distinctive sounds she had heard numerous times during solo moments. Her eyes slowly widened as the sound continued. Her heart quickened with excitement which also began to pulse between her thighs. She released her breath. For all those years she simply fantasized about what was about to happen.

Her head slightly titled back as her eyes lifted. Above her came into view the opening of a clear plastic bag. Her lips twitched into an anticipating grin. Her eyes wide, she watched the plastic opening lower towards her head. Every inch of her body was riddled with excitement. Her breathing already heightened.

She closed her eyes, indulged in the long away sensation of someone else lowering a plastic bag over her head. The clean new plastic scent was made heavier by the steam within the shower and filled her senses and stimulated further her excitement. 

She felt the bag's opening slip around her neck, brushed against her damp shoulders. Her eyes slowly opened to peer through clear plastic with the exterior beaded by water. 

He released the bag but brought his hands against the sides of her plastic encased face. His fingers massaged against the plastic, heard her pleasingly hum. He pressed himself against her, listened to her deep breaths with each exhale filled with a delighted hum of pleasure. 

His lips brushed against the plastic covering her ear as his hands slid from the sides of her face to the sides of her neck. He cunningly asked, "How many times have you done this to yourself, hmm?" 

Her smile broadened, his question only triggered her excitement higher. She breathed, "Too many..." she took a breath, "...times to count."

He grinned as his fingers slowly gathered the plastic at the base of her neck. He asked, "How often have you imagined me doing this?" 

She felt the plastic gather sealed around her neck. Her breaths reflected off the bag's interior and lightly billowed it outward. She replied with a deep exhale, "Every time."

He slightly chuckled then hummed with approval. He commented, "Now it's no longer a fantasy, my Muse." He listened closely as her breaths grew deeper, the plastic softly crinkled within the sounds of the shower. 

She quickly stated, "No it's not."

His hands released the bag and drew back. 

She stood with her body already trembling with overwhelming excitement as she took in what steamy air slipped in through the loosened bag hem. So many of her fantasies were being so beautifully brought to life because of the author and artist Victor Hardway. All her fantasies he helped create in her mind were now becoming real. 

Her eyes again widened, saw the motion pass the steam fogged bag. The distinct feel of one of her trusted collars was felt pressed back against the front of her throat then she heard the distinct click, the bag sealed. 

Her eyes relaxed as she focused on her every breath while within the confines of the steamy bag. Her entire body tingled with excitement as it relaxed within the euphoria of all those fantasies being realized. 

She hummed within a deep exhale, his hands pressed against her forearms then slowly slid upward against her damp skin. Her head slightly leaned forward, eyes fluttered as she was further brought into the intoxication of breathless seduction.

His hands molded over the shape of her shoulder then swiftly she was spun around, her bare feet sloshed against the water. His hands grabbed the sides of her plastic covered face, he stepped forward and she shuffled backwards. Her back pressed back against the tiled wall as his left hand reached down and turned off the shower and water.

Silence, accept for the sounds of her deep breaths and the soft crinkling as the plastic expanded then lightly collapsed. Her eyes saw only the blurred image of his face through the fogged plastic but she knew he was focused on her face and that thought heightened her experienced. To have another watch and study her as she slowly suffocated within the stale confines of a plastic bag was beyond what she had imagined. It was beyond giving control to another, she relinquished everything to him.

Both hands were again against the sides of her face, his thumbs pressed and massaged the moist plastic against her cheeks, felt the heat of her skin through the thin layer. He had always been fascinated with the breath play fetish but rarely found a single woman willing to explore that intriguing fetish. It was the first time he had personally witnessed the beauty of such a lovely face encased and surrounded by plastic. He was an artist and details were a must.

His fingertips lightly traced against the smooth plastic as if he were in use of an artist pencil creating those detailed lines. His dark eyes shifted in study, watched closely every motion the plastic gave in response to her breaths. He listened to every sound, her deep inhales and exhales, and every subtle difference within each. 

His index finger traced along the light gape of her lips, pressed through the plastic and felt the plastic's every motion with each of her breaths. His mind could envision recreating that very image over the thick textured paper with a charcoal pencil. 

He felt the smooth hardness of her labret through the slick plastic, his eyes focused on her mouth. He watched how the plastic lightly kissed over the shape of her full mouth, very subtly inhaled within the gape of her lips. He leaned and kissed his lips against the breath motioned plastic then pressed them firmly the moment she inhaled. Her lips instinctively kissed in return as he was mesmerized by the sensation of the thin layer of plastic separating their lips.

Though she struggled to keep in control of her breaths, her lips feverishly kissed his. She loudly hummed, loved the moment his tongue pressed the plastic deep passed her lips. Through her nose she struggled with each inhale, felt the plastic press in attempt to seal off her nose. Soon her mind fumbled between the need to be relieved of suffocation and desire to continue to be subdued further by it. 

Through his kiss he asked, "Do you need to air?" He listened to her groan, felt and heard her every struggling breath as he continued smother her with his kiss. He urged, "Tell me." He listened to her grunt a quick 'hmm-hmm'. 

He drew his lips back, took in the visual of the plastic molded against the features of her face. He firmly stated, "Yes or no?" 

She bobbed her head, her hands twisted against the cuffs.

He leaned against her, his hands firmly grabbed the sides of her face to prevent any further nods. He instructed, "Say yes or no." 

She whined, anxious and desperate for air as the plastic was suctioned against against her face. She pushed herself and verbally grunted, "Yes!" 

He grinned and simply said, "Okay."

She gasped the moment the collar was undone and the plastic pealed back from her nose and mouth. She heavily drew air into her chest, her body trembled from the dose of needed air. Her eyes rolled and fluttered, from both relief and overwhelming excitement. 

He firmly pressed his hands against her heaving tits, loved the feel of each of her deep breaths. He kneaded his fingers deep into the plump flesh as his palms pressed flat against her erect nipples. 

His own breaths were heightened by excitement, she was far more inspirational than any of his past muses. She encouraged his creativity to its limits and expanded his fetish and erotic world. She was the muse he always longed to have in his life. She was change but in most rewarding way imaginable. There was no limit with her, she made his imagination without limits. 

He drew up the plastic far enough to crush his lips against hers. Her breaths vibrated against exploring tongue. His hands reached down and grabbed firmly her ass as he pressed himself against her. He let it be known how she truly inspired him by the firm press of his hard cock. 

For her inspirational entrance into his world, he wanted to show his appreciation and give her exactly everything she wanted. 

His lips drew back as his hand slid the bag down over her face. He announced, "One more time." He listened to her excitedly groan with approval as his hands snapped the collar snugly sealing the bag around her throat. 

He crouched, devoured her left nipple as his left hand tormented the other. He firmly suckled her nipple then pinched it between his teeth and listened to gasp as her hips anxiously shifted. 

Lower he crouched, kissed and suckled a trail down her trembling stomach. His knees lowered down against the shower floor. His pressed a kiss against the dampened hair of her sweet pussy mound then used his fingers to expose the freshly cleaned clit. He brought his lips over her swollen clit and suckled, her hips shifted the moment she loudly groaned. 

Her head leaned back as her breaths were deep within that suffocating plastic. Each exhale sounded a loud groan in response to his mouthy attention of her clit. Her eyes rolled and fluttered continuously as she felt the wondrous and firm flicks from the tip of his tongue. Her head twisted to the side, her breaths grew quicker with his alternating actions from firm suckles from his lips to the quick flicks from his tongue. 

Her eyes snapped open the moment she felt him deliver two fingers deep into her slick pussy. She felt the plastic begin to flutter against her damp skin, her breaths became erratic. Her body tingled from head to toe as her hips found rhythm with his mouthy and fingering actions. She started to grunt with each inhale and whine with every exhale. 

Her hands tightly fisted as every inch of her body tensed. She deeply inhaled through her nose, gathered the plastic formed to the contours of her face. Her upper back pressed firm against the wall as her center back arched. She released her breath but quickly inhale through her nose to again form the plastic into an airtight second skin. 

Her mind completely switched, focused on the breathless orgasm that was about to erupt. She held herself tightly sealed within the plastic as a firm flick of his tongue and deep plunge of his fingers ignited her pussy to cum. 

A high pitched squeal managed passed the tightened plastic as her pussy's explosion ripped outward and sent all her muscles into a trembling fit as her body stiffened. Her knees unlocked and she slid down the wall until her rear struck the shower floor. 

Swiftly came release, she loudly inhaled the moment the bag was pulled from over her head. Her body relaxed though every muscle continued to tremble. 

Her eyes lazily opened and looked to his pleased expression. She mumbled, "Better than ten thousand dollars."

He chuckled with a shake of his head. 

Rosangela lay on her stomach eyeing Mr. Hardway. Both were on her bed under the covers, he on his back with a hand tucked behind his head and eyes closed. She just lay with her legs bent up at the knees and ankles locked while propped on her elbows. She was in awe of the fact that Mr. Victor Hardway was in her bed and just performed the most mind blowing oral sex of her life. 

Her head tilted and she questioned, "Are you sure you're gonna be sixty?"

He chuckled but didn't open his eyes and simply said, "Yes."

She rolled onto her side and continued to eye him. She commented, "You don't act like it."

He again chuckled though his brow frowned. He asked, "And how is a sixty year old supposed to act?"

She thought for a second then replied, "Okay, well, you ain't no ordinary soon to be sixty year old."

He grinned then commented, "I'll take that."

She rolled onto her back then announced, "You're place tomorrow night."

His eyes opened and shifted her direction. He questioned, "My place, for real?"

She nodded, her eyes on the ceiling, then said, "Yep."

His grin broadened then his eyes looked to the ceiling. Finally, he thought.

Her eyes shifted and looked to his satisfied smirk. Her lips formed a grin then she added, "You're making me a candlelight dinner."

His grin quickly faded then his eyes closed as his brow tensed accentuating the center lines. His lips momentarily pressed together then his tongue lightly licked them. 

He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at her smug grin. He questioned, "I am?"

She nodded with her grin wide then added further to her announcement, "You're gonna make a really nice Italian dinner. Dessert too." 

She again rolled onto her side, eyed his annoyed expression. She explained further, "See the roommates are coming back tomorrow and so we can't come back here because I don't want them sticking their noses in our business."

He closed his eyes of her adorable but annoying grin.

She rested a hand on his subtly haired chest and started to toy with the hairs between his pecs. She stated further, "Well, so I figured why not your place." she leaned as she ogled his annoyed expression, "I'd love to see your place. See where the master makes his naughty magic." She watched his lips try to stiffen back a smile.

He groaned, "Fine."

She chirped, "Yay!" She quickly hugged herself against him, the side of her face against his chest. 

Her expression softened as her eyes somewhat stared blankly forward. 

Sadly, throughout her thirty years of life, what she experienced so far with Victor Hardway was the intimacy she lacked. She shared more about her secret side to the author than her ex husband and past relationships. But, what did it truly mean?

When Victor Hardway receives what he needs, would she just become another portrait on his book cover and name in an erotic story? Was her little bargaining game going to leave her empty handed once it was played out? 

She blinked the moment she felt his arms move around her. Her lips softly smiled, felt his hand gently brush against the side of her damp hair.



Inspiration Ch. 05



DISCLAIMER:

Any and all erotic asphyxiation displayed within these and all MY stories are highly recommended for those who are truly experienced in the breath play fetish. Please, educate yourself and your partner before attempting this fetish and, always, use caution and precautions. Education and safety are a must within this realm of fetish!



   "I'm meeting him at his place." Rosangela's voice shouted as she darted about her bedroom gathering up a pair of black vinyl heels.

Atop Rosangela's bed was her cell phone and from the speaker came Stew's voice, "So, another date night with the old guy, huh?" His voice chuckled.

Rosangela sat on the edge of the bed, worked on the spiked heel. She snipped, "Fuck you!" she giggled, "He sure in the hell doesn't look old."she grinned, "And, damn, doesn't act like it."

"Ew," Stew's voice continued to chuckle then he asked, "So, how many times you two fuck?"

Rosangela glared at her cell phone then said, "Wouldn't you like to know, you pervert!"

Stew agreed, "Yeah, I wanna know how many times you screwed an old guy."

She grabbed the phone then stated, "I gotta go."

Stew protested, "No, come on, details!"

She laughed then said, "Bye, Stew!" She tapped the pad of her thumb ending the call. She shook her head as she giggled and thought, Stew was such a nosy bitch.

She rose up off the bed, stepped to a full length mirror to check her appearance one last time before the cab arrived. She turned to the side, her hands smoothed down the somewhat simple but flattering wrap dress. She aimed her backside to the mirror then peered over her shoulder. 

Her bright red lips grinned, knew exactly what she had hidden beneath the dress. Her thick black lashed eye winked at her reflection then she sang, "Damn straight!" 

Near eight o'clock the yellow cab rolled up to the curb just outside the large once factory building. 

Rosangela got out of the cab then handed the fee to the driver through the passenger window. She chimed, "Thanks." then she turned and peered up at the old historic building. She stepped towards the large double steel doors.

At the doors she eyed the row of names on the call box. Her blue eyes spotted author's name then she pressed and held her finger against the white button. She hummed as she held her finger firm.

From the call box came Victor's voice, 

"Stop!"

She giggled then sang, "Hello, Mr. Hardway, it's me!"

Victor's voice commented, "No shit." 

There came a buzzing and the double doors unlocked. 

Rosangela again giggled then shoved open one of the heavy doors. She strutted through the somewhat lobby headed for the old elevator. She stepped into the elevator, pulled down the gate then pressed the top floor.

She stood in the elevator while chewing her bottom lip and slightly bouncing with excitement. She was actually going to be inside Victor Hardway's apartment. She was going to have a candlelit dinner with author Victor Hardway. 

She frowned. Yes, perhaps the dinner was all her idea but it was a dinner date any way you looked at it.

The elevator came to a stop, there was a sound of classical music playing. Her eyes peered through the gaps of the gate. His apartment was wide open to the elevator, obviously occupied the entire top floor of the narrow building. 

She bent down and lifted the gate. Her heart excitedly raced. Once the gate was up, she took a slow step forward, her eyes shifted side to side wondering where her date was. She took another step forward, listened to the soft piano music then heard the distinct sound of what she knew was dinner being made. She could even smell it, all the fragrant scents of oregano and other Italian spices.

She called out, "Hello!" She aimed the open toes of her heels in the direction of the sounds. She slowly stepped in the direction she assumed was the kitchen. She loudly sang, "Mr. Hardway!"

His voice called back, "In here!"

She shrugged and thought, where was here?

She moved around a dark brick wall and discovered a very open floor plan. The kitchen was within on massive room. 

She smiled and continued his direction where he stood at a separating island and greeted, "Hi!" 

He was much more casually dressed, no suit, just a simple v-neck sweater with the sleeves half rolled. Yet, she admired, he wore his signature fedora. 

She commented, "So, just a guess, but you have a fedora for every kind of occasion."

He paused midway slicing the Italian bread. His head slightly lifted and he peered at her from within the shadows of his fedora. He smirked then replied, "I guess so."

She giggled then stepped up to the island and praised, "Smells damned good, Mr. Hardway."

He continued to smirk as he finished slicing the bread then stated, "Better be, especially after cooking it nearly all damned day."

She slyly tilted her head and eyed him. She sweetly said, "Thank you."

His smirk faded into a simple smile, he glanced at her then lifted his hand and tilted his hat to her in a welcome gesture. He delivered the bread to the dining table, candles and everything just as requested. He set the platter at the table center then pulled the chair out. 

He looked to her then asked, "Shall we?" He gestured to the chair.

She gave a nod then giddily scuffled to the table and eagerly took the offered seat. Her wide and bright eyes scanned the traditional Italian dish looking positively delicious. She praised, "It looks amazing!"

He took a moment to light the two set candles. He simply smiled.

Dinner went on. 

Rosangela discovered that the fabulous Victor Hardway was also an artist when it came to Italian cuisine. Yet, she was somewhat disappointed in herself because during the dinner she was silent, not as chatty as she had hoped. 

Perhaps there was guilt, she thought, because she seemed to push him out his comfort zone.  Had she taken advantage of the situation, his need for inspiration? 

She set the fork down and glanced over at him. Her brows frowned, questioned herself not him. She could have been like the other inspirations and taken the money and let him have his way. But she wanted to be different. Sure, she could have used ten thousand dollars but there was so much more she needed that seemed more important than money.

He sensed her stare. His eyes shifted and looked into her eyes, they were directly aimed into his but seemed distant. He frowned then asked, "Something wrong?"

Her eyes blinked then she realized he was looking at her. She spread a smile over her lips then shook her head and denied her thoughts and concerns, "No, everything's fine." she awkwardly laughed then, changed the subject and complimented, "You're an amazing cook, Mr. Hardway, a man of many talents."

He chuckled then leaned back against the chair. He tucked a cigar between his lips and lit it up. He replied, "Thank you." then he relaxed, an arm crossed over his chest then suggested, "Lets relax for a little before dessert."

She leaned forward, rested an elbow atop the table then with a curious lift of her brow, she inquired, "What did ya whip up for dessert, hmm?" She truly wanted to set aside any of her concerns or perhaps guilt.

He grinned then coyly answered, "You'll have to wait, won't you?"

She gave him a brief glare then perked up again and stated, "I've got an idea for dessert too."

His brows lifted with intrigue then he couldn't help but ask, "And what is that?"

She gave a mocking laugh then denied him, "I ain't telling you. You won't tell me."

He took a lengthy drag from his cigar then agreed, "Fair enough."

She snidely smirked then hinted, "Bet my idea for dessert is better than yours."

His grin broadened as his brows frowned with question. He rose up from the chair, grabbed his wine glass then suggested, "Lets move this conversation to the sofa, hmm."

She smiled and nodded in agreement, grabbed her glass of wine then rose up. She sauntered in direction of the sofa with a cocky sway about her hips, knew what secret was hidden beneath the dress. She was damned determined to shift that evening into the right direction, under her dress.

At the black leather sofa, she turned and sat down on one end as he took a seat on the opposite end. She crossed her legs, her black stocking covered thigh exposed by the wrap dress slit. She took a sip of wine, her eyes quickly looked to the array of framed images she recognized as the covers of each of his books.

She smiled then asked, "Those are the originals, aren't they?"

Firstly his eyes were on her lovely and purposely exposed thigh then he glanced at the paintings but again looked to her, gave a nod as he took a drag from his cigar.

She praised, "Wow, the book covers don't do them justice." 

Her eyes shifted back to him and she complimented, "You are truly an artist. They're beautiful."

He thanked her praise, "Thank you." then he had to hint, "And I'm hoping an eighth will shortly join them." 

She giggled with a little roll of her eyes then stated, "Not sure how well that eighth will look up there with them." 

His eyes again frowned with question, did he hear a bit of self consciousness within her comment? Was she quite possibly not as confident as she portrayed?

Her silence during dinner and that latest statement gave him a hint that perhaps his typically feisty inspirational muse had underlining confident issues. He studied her with his frown tensing those defining brow lines. Perhaps, he hoped, there was much more to explore beneath her unique exterior. He grinned with thought, of course there was a true woman inside her and all women have hidden self conscious issues. His grin softened into a smile as he thought, he would be the one to diminish those issues because her potential was far more superior. 

She felt a bit odd having said what she had. Her eyes shifted from him, his study of her made her feel slightly exposed. Her eyes scanned about the large apartment as she took a silencing swallow of wine. There were many other indications of the author's talents. Throughout her view there were many framed photos of various other poses of each of the past inspirations. 

She reached and grabbed a framed photo off the oval glass coffee table set before the sofa. Her eyes widened as they focused on the truly beautiful photo which depicted an intricate display of bondage. She studied the photo, more so studied how obviously beautiful the woman was. She silently thought, they were all beautiful.

He studied her, she was again silent which seemed to be a theme for that evening, unlike her previous demeanor from days before. He noted, more indication of that somewhat undesired vulnerability. He broke the silence and asked, "What do you think?"

She blinked, looked at him then asked, "Of what?"

He gestured with a nod to the framed portrait in hand then stated, "Of the photo?" He took a drag and exhale from the crooked slant at the corner of his mouth.

She slightly forced a smile as she set the photo back down then replied, "She's beautiful."

His questioning frown remained then he reworded, "No, not just the woman, what do you think of the photograph in all?"

She again looked at the portrait then basically repeated, "It's beautiful."

He questioned her, "Beautiful? That's all?"

She slightly shrugged and reluctantly looked at him. What else was she to say? All she could think, the woman was beautiful. All she could ask herself, was she even remotely as beautiful as that woman or the others?

His head slightly tilted as he understood more and more her newly displayed alternate demeanor. He took a lengthy drag from his cigar, held the smoke for a moment then slowly exhaled from his nose. 

She felt awkward by how he stared at her and asked, "What?"

He commented, "You're different tonight."

She was a bit surprised but then again, she understood what he obviously observed. She slightly confessed, "Well, tonight's different."

He quickly asked, "How so?"

She somewhat huffed then explained, "Well, this isn't my place, this is yours." some of the truth confessed, "It's like an animal in a new environment." her eyes again awkwardly scanned that new environment, "I'm out of my usual habitat, I guess you can say." she again reluctantly looked at him, "I'm in the predator's territory now."

His lips formed their naturally slanted smirk, loved her perfect metaphorical interpretation of the situation. 

Yes, he always was a type of predator, always on the hunt for his muses, but in no way was he a vicious hunter. He loved to play with his inspirational prey first then devour them if permitted. Yet, he was currently on a whole different path of his typical predatory instincts because of the prey, her.

He agreed with her, "Yes, you are." but he added, "Yet, the prey has the control at the moment."

She grinned in response to his statement then coyly asked, "The prey does?"

He gave a slow nod then stated, "Yes, she does." he suggested, "And perhaps if she reveals her idea for dessert, her control just might increase during her invasion of the predator's territory."

She loudly giggled, loved his wording, a true writer. She uncrossed her legs, set down the glass of wine then slowly rose up from the sofa. Her eyes focused on him, perhaps that little tidbit of metaphorical word play was the boost she needed. 

She asked, "So, the predator doesn't mind the prey's invasion of his territory?" 

He slowly shook his head then confessed, "Not at all, in fact, I believe this predator is definitely enjoying this invasion." His large dark eyes watched as she stepped closer heel over heel as her fingers toyed with the bow at the side of the wrap dress. 

She stepped before, faced him as her fingers pinched the wrap dress belt. She needed to ask, "Why me, Mr. Hardway? Why did you choose me?" 

   She wondered constantly from the very beginning why chose her. She truly was a bit confused what made her exactly what he needed as inspiration when his obvious past muses were far from, well, her.

His grin held firm as he answered with a question, "Why not, Rosangela?"

Her lips softly puckered as her eyes focused on him with a slight narrow of suspicion. She sang her observation, "Well, I am by far not even close to any of your past inspirational prey, Mr. Hardway, not a one."

He agreed, "Exactly."

She smirked, still thought it odd he chose her and had to ask, "What makes me so damned special, hmm?" She slowly drew the bow loose.

His eyes locked with hers then truthfully he answered, "You are unique. Everything about you is unique, different."

Her head titled with curiosity and she inquired, "Why's that?" She drew the bow undone but kept the dress wrapped with a press of her hands.

He took a moment to snuff out the smoked cigar then again locked his eyes firmly with hers. He replied, "Look at you." his eyes scanned down her lovely and curvy figure then returned to hers, "You're gorgeous, beautiful, and you're the first of my prey to ever have control and that makes you beyond impressive and unique."

Her brow lifted with intrigue then she asked, "The first, huh?"

He nodded.

She gave a little laugh then, took the lead and announced, "Time for dessert, you ass kisser!" She pulled back the wrap and swiftly allowed the dress to drop to the floor. 

His eyes firstly darted to the prominent fleshy mounds of her breasts firmly lifted and hugged by lovely slick black vinyl. Down his eyes shifted, studied the nearly wet shine of the vinyl corset as it hugged around her curves beautifully and enhanced them so remarkably. His eyes paused at the low hem of the snug corset where the nakedness between her curvy thighs was quite nicely exposed. Stretched from the corset hem were garters attached to semi sheer black stockings. 

Her hands pressed against the smooth vinyl about her waist then she stated, "I bought this a while back and only wore it the day it arrived." she enjoyed his detailed study of her body cinched within the corset, "This sounds pathetic but besides myself, you're the second person to see it."

His eyes dragged upward, took in the reversal image of her glorious curves. His eyes again found hers then he commented, "Thank you for that honor."

She nearly shyly giggled then shooed him with her hand and said, "Stop kissing ass!" 

   No matter how hard she tried, she knew there was plenty indication of all those years being alone within her little erotic world. Yet, because of him, that little world was expanding to nearly unimaginable girth. 

He was perplexed by her, one moment she oozed confidence then the next it seemed faded. He recognized easily those hints of her inability to see her true worth to him because of those underlining issues. Again, he thought, he would pluck away those issues and open her up to shine. 

He questioned, "You don't believe what I say?"

She shrugged, her fingers nervously fidgeted against the slick vinyl. 

He lifted his hands and brought them against her cinched waist. As he peered up at her, he slightly nudged her forward between his knees. He urged her, "Rosangela, believe what I say and have said, please." then he stated, "I speak nothing but the truth."

She lowered her eyes, felt somewhat awkward again. 

With an encouraging tone, he asked, "Where's that feisty creature from yesterday and the night before?"

She finally looked him in the eyes then answered, "Oh, she's around." It was the truth, that mouthy and blunt woman was right before him but somewhat being held back by another small side that lingered from the past. 

He chuckled then firmly asked, "Well, what in the hell do I have to do to make her show herself, hmm?"

She laughed then quipped, "What ya wanna do to make her?" Yes, he had the ability to seem to trigger the reemergence of the side of her she more so desired to be around twenty-four seven. 

His hands slid back against the vinyl then lowered down against both her bared ass cheeks. He continued to peer up at her, saw that spark of mischief within her blue eyes. Oh, yes, he praised himself, he most definitely was a man of many talents and one was pulling forward from a willing shell, a confident woman. 

He confidently stated, "Oh, there's plenty I can do, that I guarantee." And, yes, there was plenty within his large fetish erotic repertoire to make her shine.

"Well," she chimed, "Then do plenty, Mr. Hardway." She wanted plenty, needed plenty, and wanted and needed that plenty to come from him.

He rose up from the sofa, kept his eyes with hers. His imagination started to weave those lovely images that she so perfectly inspired. He kept both hands firm against her ass, tucked his fingers beneath the tight garters then nudged her against him. 

   He neared his lips to hers then stated, "Then plenty I shall do." 

His lips lightly grazed against hers. He felt the smooth labret against his lips as he very gently suckled her soft pierced bottom lip and tasted the flavor of her red lipstick mingled with the sweetness from the wine. 

The gentleness of his kiss was remarkable, every subtle motion of his lips against hers was as electric as his firm aggressive kiss. Her breaths heightened, pressed her tits against the snug corset bodice. She instinctively brought her arms up and around his neck, pressed both hands back against the wavy length of his dark hair just below the brim of his charcoal gray fedora. 

He dragged his hands upward, curled his fingertips into the flesh of her milky ass.  Upward against the sleek vinyl his hands trailed then shifted, moved over the snug heave of her vinyl coated ribs. He could feel the building heat of her body through the thick vinyl as his hands slid upward then stopped and molded over the under shape of the vinyl cups. 

He indulged in the distinct heave of her chest as his lips continued a tender ritual with the tip of his tongue ever so slightly exploring the soft crease of her mouth. 




Inspiration Ch. 05



His mind took in every given detail. Each motion of her chest, each deep breath could be felt pressing her hot flesh against the interior of the tight corset. The sounds of her deep inhales and soft hums with each exhale, all in rhythm to the motion of her chest. The distinct but very subtle sound of the vinyl as it was pressed against by her heaving tits. Every lovely detail was further stimulation to his inspiration.

His hands motioned, molded over the smooth vinyl cups and pressed his fingertips deeps into the fleshy mounds that nearly spilled over the top hem of the corset. Higher his hands moved, palms pressed against her smooth pale skin. Up the side slopes of her neck his hands slid then stopped just under her chin. One hand slid back and grabbed the tousle of hair at the nap of her neck as the other gripped her throat. Against his lips he felt hers lightly gape with a gasp. 

His eyes opened and looked into hers, saw the lovely spark of pure sexual excitement intensify the blue. 

Her hands had moved down against his upper arms and gripped. Her eyes flinched wider the moment she felt him very slightly increase the pressure against her throat, with a gasp she held her breath. 

He spoke, "That's why you are my inspiration." his eyes took in every remarkable detail of her facial expression, "You have the most expressive features." he watched her lips lift into a subtle approving smile then he added, "And out of all my inspirations, you're the only one to give me smile."

His hand swiftly left her throat then effortlessly moved between her thighs. With ease he pushed two fingers deep within the slickness of her pussy and her response was heavenly to his artist eyes. 

Her lips again gaped with the sound of a pleasure filled gasp but her smile broadened. Her eyes lightly fluttered, just the swift action and sensation of his fingers sent her body into a tizzy. She was unable to stop her hips from giving a quick grind against his penetrated fingers. 

His lips slightly sneered with an approving smirk then he stated, "Exactly my point." he tightened his grip of her hair, slightly arched her head back as his lips brushed against hers, "You give to me more than any of them had." he drew his fingers back but swiftly plunged them returned inside and felt her hips again grind, "You are the perfect muse, Rosangela, for you give me what they couldn't." he firmly pressed his thumb against her swollen clit, "Complete inspiration." 

She released a soft pleasure infused whine as her hips again instinctively shifted in desire for more.  Then he drew his hand back, she gave a protesting whine. Her eyes opened and looked into the dark depths of his. She watched closely as he brought his pussy slicked fingers to his grinning lips.

Passed his lips he slid his fingers, instantly tasted her unique sexual flavor strike his palate. He hummed as he drew his finger from his mouth. His eyes locked with hers and he praised, "I can even taste the complete inspiration." 

He swiftly crushed his lips against hers, shared the subtle taste of her sex with the use of his tongue. Then, just a swiftly, he drew back. 

Both hands fisted her hair as he pressed himself firm against her. His eyes held hers as he requested, "Allow me to unleash a sample of my complete inspiration you've given me." he slightly crouched then slowly rose to grind his hard cock near her center, "Grant me some release tonight, just some. Let me photograph you, nothing more." 

She was nearly breathless already from how damned overloaded he already made her body. Her lips formed a grin, read clearly his desperate need to create within his large eyes. She questioned him, "Only a sample?"

He nodded and replied, "Yes, just a sample, nothing more."

She again questioned with a deep breath, "And only photos, nothing else?"

He again nodded and agreed, "Yes."

Her grin broadened then she bargained, "I let you have some inspirational release but you'll fuck me the way I want to be fucked afterwards, right?"

He eagerly nodded then added his own bargaining chip, "Oh, yes, I'll fuck you without question but during my granted release," his sneer tensed, "I want to make you breathless and capture your every expression."

She briefly thought then stated, "Sounds good to me." She gave him an approving wide smile with an intrigued lift of her brow. 



Author Note:

Apologies for the cliffhanger. Actually, no apologies. Foreplay, my friends, foreplay. We've had our dinner with a little appetizer treat as precursor to dessert.



Inspiration Ch. 06



DISCLAIMER:

All and any Breath Play displayed in this story and all MY stories should NEVER be attempted without the proper education and caution and precautions and trustworthy partner. 

EDUCATION IS KEY!

Author Note: 

This chapter is dedicated to a particular correspondent I've had the recent pleasure sharing feedback with. She'll know who she is! 

MUCH LOVE & ALWAYS PLAY SAFE!

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Around and around, wrap by snug wrap the red silk rope bound Rosangela's wrists. 

It was the first time in her life she ever experienced the sensation of rope bondage and the experience was beyond her imagination or expectations. She was in awe, not only about being bound by the brilliant red rope but completely awed by the concentration and focus throughout Victor Hardway's expression. 

She felt as if she were truly witnessing the development of true art as his hands worked the rope expertly. His eyes were focused and followed every motion of his hands and fingers. She could almost see the reflection of his actions within the nearly black depths of his brown eyes. She realized, she was taking part of his true artistic medium, an artist who worked with the softness of silken rope in a chosen brilliant red. 

Her eyes and head followed each of his movements as his hands intricately coiled the rope around and around the length of her arms. She anticipated the moment the two ends of the rope would come together, curious to where they would meet on her body. 

Every brush of his fingertips sent her anticipation higher and each twist and wrap of the rope raised the level even higher. She felt as if she were a blank human canvas being swirled by pure red that grew more and more vibrant against the paleness of her skin and the pure black of the vinyl corset.

Once her arms were snugly coiled by the rope they were guided raised above her head. The binding around her wrists was attached to a dangling hook which was linked by rope with a pulley rigging bolted to the high ceiling of the loft bedroom. 

Her eyes peered forward as he stepped back then watched as he turned and moved towards a brick foundation beam. Her eyes remained wide, watched him unwrap a rope from the hook bolted to the brick. Her head slowly titled back as her eyes peered upward at the pulley. 

The pulley moved, the rope linked to her wrists was guided. Bit by bit she felt the rope begin to tug as the pulley softly squeaked with its turns. Slowly, the rope tensing, she rose up on her knees while atop the bed. Her arms straightened at the elbows as the rope was guided tighter and higher. Soon she was on her knees, unable to lower by the firm tension.

Her head dropped and eyes looked to him as he snugly secured the rope wrapping it around the wall hook. Her heart quickly pounded as it raced within her chest which steadily heaved. The fleshy mounds of her tits were more exposed by the upward stretch of her arms, nipples half exposed. 

Her eyes remained widely focused on him, watched him momentarily remove his fedora then remove the v-neck sweater. 

Atop his head the fedora was returned then he returned before her.

Without skipping a beat, he returned to his masterful art of coiling and wrapping her body with the lengthy rope. Crisscrossed over her chest, the rope was twisted and snug between her vinyl encased tits. Around her torso the rope was wrapped then knotted as he worked down to the curve of her hips. 

She was silent throughout it all, focused on him and his undoubted concentration of his expertise. Each little tightening tug of the rope jolted her excitement. Every twist and knot secured her further within his artistic vision. She felt every graze of his hands and fingers as the rope was brought into the crease of her thighs and hips. The silken rope rubbed against the outer sides of her anticipating pussy, stimulating the neatly trimmed hairs and silky against the cleanly shaven bikini line. 

The roping of red throughout her body was finished. The rope secured in a harness form, it was given a final knotting at her hips. 

He took a step back on bare feet and admired the bold red which played beautifully against her pale skin and the rich black of the corset. Yes, he thought, perfect.

He stepped further back, neared the tripod with the camera set atop. Behind the tripod and camera he stepped. His eye peered at her through the camera lens, perfectly he adjusted the angle and focus. His finger pressed a button.

Her eyes blinked upon the sound of the first camera click which was followed within seconds by another then another. She refocused on him, he had left the tripod, the camera left to automatically snap photos at a steady rate. She watched as he stepped to the open doorway of a what she assumed was a closet. 

Her eyes frowned then she questioned, "What ya doing?" She continued to frown, he said nothing and entered the closet. 

She took a deep breath, in a quite precarious situation she was in. She was basically bound helpless, only use was the lower half of her body. There was no choice but to sit there propped on her knees while the camera continuously snapped photos.

He stepped out the closet with another tripod and different camera then approached the bed.

She immediately recognized in his hand was a video camera and questioned, "Making a movie?"

He set up the tripod, glanced at her with a grin then explained, "Since you've come into my inspirational line of sight," he proceeded to set up the video camera, "Many things have changed." his eyes looked into hers and held them, "Isn't that what you suggested, a change in my process?"

A deceptively innocent smile crossed her lips then with a nod, she agreed, "Yeah, I did."

He focused on the video camera, checked the focus and stated, "Well, change achieved." 

He stepped around the video camera.

Through the eye of the recording video camera Rosangela's brightly red entwined torso was in perfect view as he stepped up to her. 

She slightly had to peer up at him, loved the focused expression within the detailed features of his handsome face, especially his eyes. His eyes were always the one direct feature she always admired within all those author images at the back of his many books. His eyes were the most expressive but became more so when every other distinct feature about his face came to life which she witnessed throughout those short few days. 

His eyes shifted in the direction his hand lifted and aimed towards. His right hand index fingertip very lightly touched against the smooth labret pierced within the center of her full bottom lip. As if the tip of an artist's pencil, he feathery traced his fingertip over the very edge her mouth's lovely shape. 

Eyes focused on his actions, he confessed, "I never considered videoing until now." his fingertip pressed along the crease of her lips, "I want to capture every little detail in any way imaginable at my disposal until I'm permitted to capture you on canvas." 

She loved his voice, the manner he spoke and his tone. There was such a difference hearing the voice of the man who fed all her fantasies with the written word. She had always tried to imagine his voice but was so pleased that she was far from what it truly was, for his voice was much more than expected. 

Her eyes studied him as his did her then they shifted as he stepped to the right. 

He lifted his hand and gestured she had to wait with his finger. 

His bare feet stepped silently over the sealed concrete floor, moved to an antique side table. 

He lifted the lid of an intricately carved cigar box, removed a cigar then closed the lid. He tucked the cigar between his lips as he turned, dug his lighter from his pants pocket. 

His eyes focused on her as he lit the cigar. He deeply inhaled as the cigar glowed cherry then returned the lighter into his pocket. His hand reached back to the brass handle of the side table drawer. Without deviating his eyes from her, the drawer was slid open then he reached inside fetching something particular which was quickly tucked into his pants pocket.

Drawer closed, he casually strolled her direction, drew back the cigar then exhaled and questioned with a puff of smoke, "Do you or have you ever smoked?" His hand reached and fetched the amber toned ashtray from the chair side table. He continued forward.

Her mind screamed, he was beyond sexy when he smoked those fragrant cigars and more so that he was shirtless wearing his signature fedora. 

She answered with a confession, "I'm an opportunist smoker as in on occasions with friends."

He continued to step forward with slow casual steps, took another lengthy drag. Another stream of smoke, he asked, "Have you heard of forced smoking?" 

Her eyes slightly frowned, she heard the term, and answered, "Yeah."

He grinned, stopped just near the corner of the bed. Curiously his head titled then he inquired, "How far have you gone into breath play?"

She thought for a moment, wondered what was with all the questions. Her eyes trailed a bit, felt somewhat awkward having a Q&A session in the midst of her being bound and stretched while propped on her knees. She was definitely ready to get the show on the road. 

Back to his curious expression her eyes returned then she asked, "Why?"

He answered with another question, "Have you gone beyond bagging or is that all you have experienced, besides the little hand over mouth trick?" He took another casual drag followed by an exhale through his nostrils.

Her lips slightly puckered as her eyes suspiciously narrowed at him. She questioned him, "What ya getting at?"

"Hmm," he hummed, stepped before her and took another drag. He held the smoke and asked, "Tonight," he set the cigar in the ashtray then touched the side of her face, dragged his fingertips down along the oval shape, "How would you like for me to make you breathless?" He slowly exhaled through his nose.

Her eyes continued to eye him with suspicion then she commented, "I'm predicting you have your own idea concerning how, Mr. Hardway, and," she slightly tugged against the rope making the pulley chime, "I have no means to stop your idea but," she tilted her head, "I bet, you're experience with all this goes way beyond mine." 

He smirked, took a drag, then exhaled and slyly questioned, "Are you granting me freedom to do as I please?"

She quickly answered with a reminder, "A little release, Mr. Hardway, not full release." she slyly grinned and added, "Well, you can have a full release when you fuck me." then she stated, "But, as for my breathlessness," her brow curiously lifted, "That you have the freedom to choose." 

He took a lengthy drag with a deep inhale then slowly exhaled with a drawn out huff of annoyance. There was a little glimmer of hope for a minute that he just might receive complete freedom with his creativity. His eyes glanced at the unused canvas perched on the easel then returned to her. 

Another drag, he agreed, "Fine." 

Widely she smiled up at him. 

He stepped to the side of the bed and stated, "First a warm up, hmm?" 

He maneuvered onto the bed behind her, set the ashtray down beside him then flicked an ash. Taking another drag from the cigar, he dug his hand in to his pants pocket then withdrew a brilliant red silk. He tucked the cigar between his lips and teeth then maneuvered his arms between hers and her head. 

Her eyes shifted upward, saw the bright red. Her eyes looked forward as the red moved before her eyes. Her lips formed an intrigued grin.

He pressed the makeshift blindfold over her eyes, guided the ends back and worked them into a snug knot. He explained with suggestion, "Lets focus on the senses of touch, sound, and smell, hmm."

The blindfold secure, he brought his left hand down against the full outer roundness of her left ass cheek as the right drew the cigar back from his lips, flicked an ash into the ashtray. Very lightly he massaged his hand in circles against the plump flesh of her ass and subtly kneaded his fingers. 

He instructed, "Focus on what you're feeling, what I'm making you feel." 

She continued to grin, lightly chewed the side of her bottom lip. Without knowledge of what was developing in his mind made the scenario all the more exciting. Her blindness raised the excitement bar further. His questions were hints, she knew that much but oblivious to the extent of what those hints meant. She simply indulged in every step, the sensation of his warm hand against the bare flesh of her ass was a tender beginning.

A loud crack with an instant sting caused her to loudly gasp with surprise. Her eyes were wide behind the blindfold, felt the lingering sting against her ass. Her head snapped to the right but nothing could be seen but she heard a definite amused chuckle come from him. 

Another strong crack was heard and definitely felt across her ass, her body shook and the pulley clanged. The sting lasted longer as his hand gently massaged the cracked cheek of her ass. 

Again another quick and loud crack, she loudly gasped with a mingled groan. The sting tingled across the three times struck cheek of her ass. 

Another sudden and harsh crack against the same stinging cheek caused her to slightly whine with another gasped groan. The growing sting seemed to send a burst of tingles to shiver over her and gather within the moistening center between her tensing thighs. 

He flicked the cigar ash. His left hand abandoned her reddened ass cheek, moved up against the smooth vinyl of her back then upward onto her bare neck. His fingers lightly massaged against the gathered ringlets then gripped a handful and jerked her head back. He leaned, brought the cigar to his lips then took a lengthy drag filling his lungs. 

Her lips were lightly gaped as steady heightened breaths breathed passed. Her eyes shifted blindly behind the blindfold. She could smell the fragrant aroma from his cigar. 

She felt him tighten the grip of her hair then guide her head turned his direction. She smelled the heavy smoke, felt it blow against her lips then lightly tasted it as she inhaled.

He took another lengthy drag then brought his lips nearly touching hers. He slowly exhaled against her parted lips.

She again inhaled, the cigar smoke moved passed her lips then filled her mouth with the rich flavor. She felt the thin smoke fill her lungs, held her breath for a moment then exhaled. She had tasted that flavor many times when kissed by him which now became another signature that represented him. 

Again he took another lengthy drag but this time he pressed his lips against hers and exhaled the smoke directly passed her lips. As she inhaled he firmly kissed her, delivered his tongue full into her mouth. 

He felt her hold her breath as he continued to kiss her. Steadily he kissed her, provoking her to hold the smoke as long as she could. He listened to her softly groan the moment she exhaled, tasted the very thin smoke against his exploring tongue. 

He drew back then brought the tip of his nearly completed cigar to her lips. He watched her instinctively bring her lips around the cigar tip. His lips grinned, the cherry of the cigar brightened as she deeply inhaled. Then he instructed, "Hold it." 

She did as told, held the inhaled smoke deep inside her chest. The bed slightly shifted.

He quickly snuffed out the cigar. His right hand tightened the grip of her hair then swiftly he clasped his hand over her mouth and pinched off her nose. His lips grinned the moment he listened to grunt in response, her body startled and caused the pulley to chime. 

She again grunted, her chest tensed as she was forced to hold the smoky air inside her chest by his firmly clasped hand. Behind the blindfold her eyes remained wide. 

She heard about such things as forced smoking but never thought she would experience it. Such a new rush for her and her body. Plain and simple suffocation has always been her experience but with the addition of the smoke, a new high developed and aroused her body to a new level.

He held firm, her mouth latched by his hand and nose pinched off. He achieved his own rush which was delivered by the control he so loved and enjoyed to conduct. Each of her grunts heightened his rush, each grunt came quicker and louder as the suffocation was prolonged. Yet, her body beautifully responded, the pulley chimed with each of her excited hippy grinds.

His hand finally released her, she loudly gasped with a quick inhale. Each following breath was quick and erratic but her body was overjoyed. A lazy and dazed smile formed over her lips. 

A quiver jolted over her the moment his hand released her hair. Her head subtly dropped back, her every muscle felt relaxed by the rush of air filling her steadily heaving chest. 

She felt him move against her from behind, his right arm moved around her cinched waist. Her head lifted, his lips were felt against her ear and she again quivered with anticipation of hearing his voice within the blindfold's darkness.

He pressed his right hand firm against her abdomen, enjoyed the slick smoothness of the black vinyl and feel of her body heat penetrated through the thick material. 

He spoke into her ear, "That was just a little sample of forced smoking." his left hand moved to the base of her throat, "Since I'm only allowed some release, the full experience will have to wait." 

He slid his hand up from the base of her throat, guided her head back against his bare shoulder. He again spoke, "But I'm far from finished with my permitted little release." 

Her lips again smiled and she breathed, "Yay."

His lips smirked in response to her simple comment that only provoked him to continue. Again, his hand clasped over her mouth and pinched of her nose. Her reaction was immediate, she sounded a muffled groan as her body again startled and caused the pulley to again chime. 

He held her suffocated as his right hand very slowly inched down her abdomen as her hips again excitedly shifted. He nearly chuckled in her ear with question, "You want my hand between your legs, don't you?" He listened to her grunt in attempt to answer as her head struggled to nod. 

His fingertips brushed against the hair coating her soft pussy mound then slowly inched further down as her hips eagerly begged. His middle finger very lightly brushed against the crease of her pussy lips, felt the dampness. 

He released the pinch of her nose, she swiftly inhaled through her flared nostrils as she whined with relief. But the moment she inhaled a second time her nose was again firmly pinched with his hand firm over her mouth. The ache in her just was immediate but her mind focused where his hand tormentingly remained, desperately waited for his touch within the slickness of her desiring pussy.

His grin broadened, indulged in her muffled vocals. He slyly, with tormenting purpose, slipped his middle finger within the slicked lips of her pussy, only brought the pad against her heated and swollen clit but refused to stimulate. He listened to her muffled whine and chuckled in her ear, knew how badly she wanted her clit stroked as he suffocated her.

He stated, "Not yet." Again he chuckled the moment she loudly whined through his clasped hand. 

His hand drew back from her pussy, again she whined. Then he fully released her from suffocation.

She immediately breathed as heavily as possible yet she groaned with frustration. She felt his fingers undo the blind fold and in seconds she was able to open her eyes. Her eyes immediately shifted his direction the moment she felt him get off the bed. She commented, "You're mean."

He loudly chuckled, strolled back to the side table. 

She nearly panted as her eyes glared at him then stated, "That's just wrong to do that."

He laughed, slid open another drawer with his back to her.




Inspiration Ch. 06



Her eyes blinked, readjusted to the light while she tried focusing on what he was up to. She listened, heard what sounded like a package being opened. She questioned, "What ya got there, Mr. Hardway?"

He smirked, briefly glanced back at her over his shoulder then flashed her a suggestive wink. He refocused on retrieving something from the box he opened.

She breathily laughed then commented, "Figures, won't share."

He closed the drawer then turned to the side and eyed her. He slyly stated, "Oh, I'm going to share, don't worry." 

She quickly asked, "Share what?"

He faced her then lifted his hand.

Her eyes darted to his hand. An intrigued smile spread over her lips as her brow curiously lifted. She sarcastically questioned, "Did you buy that just for me?"

He gave a nod then stepped forward as both hands slowly unfolded a very smooth, clear, and shiny plastic bag. 

Her heart skipped a beat with an excited flutter inside her heaving chest which sent a quiver within her already excitement pulsing pussy. The very sound of the bag being unfolded brought her beyond anticipation. How she loved the sound of plastic, music to her ears with every soft crinkle. 

Her wide eyes watched the bag come closer and closer as it was completely unfolded. She anxiously chewed her bottom lip, watched him nearly torturously pry the plastic bag open and slide his hand inside to part the thin layers that she knew would soon surround her head. Her breaths were heavy and quick, the anticipation was almost painful which caused her to excitedly release a soft whimper. 

He stepped before her, saw the almost glow of overwhelming excitement throughout her wide blue eyes. Her face was already flushed with arousal and he imagined that her hungry pussy was beyond slick and likely salivating for attention. 

His eyes focused on every subtle detail of her expression as he lifted the bag. He loved how she chewed her bottom lip as she smiled with anxiousness to be suffocated into nothing but pure breathless pleasure.

The bag was brought over her head, he listened to her excitedly whimper followed by a hum of delight. He worked the bag down over her face, his fingers dragged the ultra smooth plastic against the sides of her face. He watched through the clear plastic as her eyes fluttered with intoxication delivered by her desires being again fulfilled. 

His hands drew back once the bag was pulled down over her neck, her head completely surrounded by plastic but not yet sealed.

He reached down, grabbed the red silk he had used to blindfold her. The red silk was brought around the base of her throat then he slowly tied it as he casually explained, "This bag is unique, the plastic grows softer as it heats up." 

He secured the bag sealed then took a step back to admire the bag's distinct motions as she started to breath within the plastic confines. 

His eyes shifted and looked to the video camera. A thoughtful smirk crossed his slanted lips, he took one step to his right then lifted the tripod and brought it directly in front of her. He leaned and adjusted the camera, the camera's eye was focused directly on her plastic encased face. 

Her eyes peered through the motioning plastic and looked to the video camera lens. She tried to control her breathing but all the excitement made the control a struggle. Her breaths were uneven, at times heavy then shallow. The surrounding plastic motioned in rhythm to every breath, the crinkling clear in her ears. 

Her eyes darted when he stepped passed, felt the bed shift. She turned her head, peered with a strain through the corner of her eyes at him.

He demanded, "Look forward at the camera."

She immediately looked forward, her wide eyes again on the camera. Never in her life had she been videoed in any sexual scenario let alone while bagged. She was nervous and excited at the same time but her mind was quickly taken of the nervousness the moment she felt his hand strike her right ass cheek. She startled with a raspy gasp, the plastic puffed outward.

A loud crack echoed in her ears the moment her ass cheek was again roughly struck by his full hand. She slightly whined but squealed the moment he struck her ass again. Those hardy cracks completely stole any breath control which sent her nearly panting within the growing stale bagged confines, the plastic made quick flutters.

Both his hands rested against her bare ass cheeks, she regained miniscule control as he ceased the stinging strikes. She felt the dizzying effects of her quickened breaths, inhaling stale thinning air to only exhale and make the confines even more stale and thin. Her mind bounced back and forth from his more tender massaging of her ass and the battle to remain within those air thinned confines. 

She felt him slide a hand down then slip under her ass between her thighs. Her hips made a jerky grind the moment his pushed two fingers deep. She groaned with an exhale then quickly inhaled which startled her with the a plastic kiss against her gaped lips. 

He held his fingers in position inside her severely wet pussy as he brought his left arm around her then delivered his middle finger within her pussy lips and struck her clit. Her hips eagerly shifted nearly fucking his fingers and guiding his finger stroked against her clit. His lips grinned with approval, decided if she wanted to make herself cum, so be it. 

She started to heavily pant with continuous short grunts. The plastic started to caress and stick to the damp features of her face with every quick inhale. Her hips became uncontrollable as they ground and twisted using his fingers to fuck her pussy and stimulate her clit. Every inhale and exhale sounded a loud whine. She felt her pussy nearly throb with the need to cum. 

He leaned against her, continued to keep both hands nearly stationary and allowed her body to do all the work. His lips moved against her plastic pasted ear and he urged, "That's it," he licked his lips, "I want you make yourself cum." he heavily breathed, "Then afterwards I'll fuck you and get my release."

She loudly whined in response to his words. Her every muscle tensed as she was determined to cum before she couldn't handle any further suffocation. Her head leaned back as her eyes squeezed tightly closed. She forced her mind focused on the building goal between her aching and trembling thighs. 

He decided to heighten her pleasure, his right hand thumb unfolded and moved within the crease of her tensing ass cheeks. His thumb pressed and penetrated the tight hole centered within her ass, she loudly whined. 

He breathily encouraged, "Cum," his eyes focused on the image of the plastic tightening over her lovely profile, her lips widely gaped and sucking the plastic deep, "Make your pussy cum."

The air was refused, her every feature was painted by the clear sheen of the plastic. Her mouth was wide and molded tightly by plastic. She gagged by the plastic seal over her nose and mouth as her body stiffened within the approach of that goal. Her hips nearly thrust and jerked the moment her pussy exploded and spread heaven over every tightened nerve and muscle. 

He swiftly drew back. His hand reached up and unhooked her bound wrists. 

She dropped back against the bed and went into a fit to have the bag removed. 

His hands worked quickly as she whined with her body fitting. The silk was undone and he gave her freedom to breath fresh air by exposing her mouth. 

She gasped and whined, her lungs filled with sweet air which eased her body's fit. Breath after breath she breathed.

He swiftly undid the buckle of his belt, undid the fly of his trousers followed by lowering his trousers and boxers. Quickly he ended her relief, resealed the bag then both hands grabbed and held down her arms at the bound wrists. With swift ease he thrust and plunged his cock into her sensitive and throbbing pussy. 

His eyes focused on her instant struggle, her face swiftly again trapped within the plastic seal. Her body started to panic as he continuously thrust harder between her spread thighs. The image of her lovely gaped mouth drove him to lower and crush his lips against hers, she loudly whined with a quick grunt. He probed his tongue against the plastic and drove it deep into her mouth as she desperately fought between the need for air and kissing him in return.

Quicker and harder he thrust, drove his cock as deep as possible. He too started to grunt as he felt his release about to be met. He drew his lips back, his eyes focused on hers which were wide and nearly pasted by the plastic. He continued to thrust and thrust, watched the plastic barely motion while between her lips, her whines short and repeated. 

His lips sneered and brow tensed. With a final thrust his cock released. He held his breath as his back slightly arched in response to the surmountable pleasure that ripped through his body. His eyes fluttered as the pleasure pulsed through his cock as he held it firm and deep inside her. 

He relaxed as her body continue to writhe with panic. His hands released her wrists then his fingers swiftly punctured into the tight plastic sealing her wide mouth. 

She loudly gasped, her voice nearly squealed as precious air was delivered inside her chest. Her body instantly went limp in a type of quick relief. From head to toe her body tingled. Her eyes were heavy as her head spun from the effects of the most intense suffocation she had ever experienced to that point. 

Yet, through the mental fog she noted, likely she just experienced the most intense breathless orgasm in her life. And she predicted, mores so hoped, that more were to come. With such a thought, her eyes snapped wide open. 

She subtly giggled then managed to gasp, "Fuck."



Inspiration Ch. 07



Rosangela woke to discover the sun peeking through the drawn blinds just behind the large bed. Her eyes were aimed upward, focused on the cracks of morning sunlight. Her eyes shifted down, caught glimpse of the infamous pulley bolted to the ceiling, a grin perked over her lips. Her eyes shifted to her right, no Victor Hardway.

Her eyes frowned then her nose wrinkled, caught whiff of food. Slowly she sat up, her eyes scanned the dim morning light lit room. She slightly grinned, she woke up in Victory Hardway's bed in his loft bedroom inside his apartment. Her grin faded as her eyes frowned with question.

She quietly mumbled a question to herself, "What are you doing?" her head shook as she slapped her hands over her face then she questioned herself again, "What do you think you're doing?" 

Her hands dropped as her bottom pierced lip pouted. 

An amazing three days with the author of her dreams and she was delivered into questioning everything that happened and why it happened. 

For three years she basically reevaluated her life, changed herself into a woman she knew she was meant to be. She was never meant for the life of a meek little housewife which eventually ended her marriage.

She softly grumbled with frustration that seemed to grow from somewhere inside her that she once thought would never be located again. Her thoughts went to the revelations of the night before. 

No, not the revelations that Victor Hardway was a genius when it came to giving her one mind blowing orgasm after another. But it was the revelation that there were emotions inside her that she thought had vanished when she took control of her life three years prior.

She twisted on her naked rear and brought her legs over the side of the bed, felt something brush against the side of her foot. She leaned forward and peered down at the torn plastic bag that previously suffocated her. A subtle smile crossed her lips but quickly vanished when she returned her focus elsewhere on more unsettling thoughts. 

She rose up off the bed and quietly tiptoed around the bed, fetching both the corset and wrap dress off the floor. Briefly she paused, looked to the set up tripods. Again a brief smile but it again faded into concern.

Across the floor she moved as she redressed only in the wrap dress. She snuck towards the side table as the aroma of obvious breakfast continued to fill the apartment. 

At the side table she fumbled about the drawers as quietly as possible, saw the open box of oven roasting bags which managed to perk another grin. 

She blinked and rid herself of those fonder thoughts. 

From a second row drawer she removed a pad of paper then snatched an ink pen from the same drawer. She pulled the cap with her teeth then took a deep breath in preparation to write.

Victor's voice greeted, "Good morning."

Rosangela startled, dropped the pen as the cap fell from her mouth, then darted her eyes to the top of the metal stairs that led onto the loft bedroom. Her eyes were wide as they looked at the author. She gasped, "Morning."

His eyes frowned then looked to the side table, immediately noticed the blank note pad and dropped pen. His eyes returned to her startled expression then he asked, "What are you doing?"

She quickly shook her head then denied, "Nothing."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion then he strolled up to her and looked to the note pad then back to her. He questioned, "Nothing?"

"Um," she mumbled in attempt to gather an excuse for the paper and pen he obviously noticed.

His head tilted, clearly read something amiss about her, then questioned her again, "Leaving?"

Again she mumbled, "Yeah," she bobbed her head, "Um, yeah, I gotta go."

His frown tensed with further suspicion then he inquired, "Why? I thought you had the day off."

Her head again bobbed and she said, "Yeah, I do but, um, I gotta do some errands." she nervously laughed, "You know, bills and all that good stuff."

He highly doubted her excuse but went along with it. He suggested, "Well, why not eat breakfast before you go."

She forced an awkward smile then declined, "That's great of ya but I really need to hand over my share of the rent to the returned roomies." her eyes deviated from his, purposely scanned the room for her shoes, "I'll come back later tonight or something."

She again laughed then pointed out her shoes. Quickly she scurried away from the side table and raced for the shoes. 

She grabbed one shoe and explained, "Um, I made a decision." she stumbled a bit and grabbed the other shoe off the floor, "Tonight's your night."

She rose up with her shoes dangling from her hand then looked to him with a huge smile. She nodded in agreement of her statement, "Yeah, tonight's the night, Mr. Hardway." she held her smile though it felt as if it nearly hurt her face, "You get want you want."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his suspicions escalated seeing her awkward demeanor and hearing the nervousness in her tone. He said nothing.

She hated how he looked at her with his gorgeous eyes narrowed and the stern suspicion highlighting the intricate features of his face. She knew he sensed something more was going on with her and hated it. Her face truly started to hurt with how hard she tried to keep that smile across her lips. 

He finally spoke and offered, "Let me drive you home." He turned for the stairs.

"No," she protested.

He stopped, slowly turned to the side and eyed her with question.

She nervously giggled then stated, "Thanks but I'll call a cab."

His lips tensed with a bit of frustration then he shook his head and, without a word, retreated down the stairs.

Her face twisted with her own frustration towards her damned behavior. She softly grumbled then headed for the stairs. Down the stairs her bare feet slapped against each metal step, she knew he was likely annoyed. 

At the bottom of the stairs she watched him head towards the kitchen area. She loudly stated, "I'm sorry." across the living room section she scurried, paused to slip on her heels, "I'm just in a hurry, that's all." 

He stepped behind the kitchen island and proceeded to pour himself a cup of coffee. Nonchalantly he commented, "That's fine." then he moved to the dining table sipping his coffee.

She froze near the dining table, watched him sit down and proceed to enjoy breakfast. Her shoulders slumped then she promised, "I'll be back around eight or so, okay."

He nodded without looking at her as he tucked forkful of omelet into his mouth.

She felt somewhat dissed by him. Her eyes frowned as they shifted back and forth with awkwardness. "Ah," she mumbled again, "Well, I'll..." she felt defeated by herself and the situation, "Okay, well, later." 

She turned, limply lifted her arm and gave him a quick wave then headed in direction of the elevator.

His eyes finally looked as she walked away. His jaw slowly chewed as he watched her vanish beyond the brick wall. 

He thought to himself, there was something very odd going on with his inspiration. Her constant demeanor switches were very distracting for his creativity. Though she claimed that evening he would finally get what he wanted, her demeanor stole any enthusiasm. 

His eyes blinked, heard the elevator gate lift then lower. He knew she had planned to steal away without him knowing and likely was going to leave a letter behind as explanation. 

He swallowed, listened to the elevator lower. His eyes looked to the array of paintings and he noted in thought, she was more complex than any of the others before her. Yet, she was the only ever to get as close as she had. 

He set down the fork then rose from the table. Toward the wall of painted portraits he moved, his mind not where he knew it should be, his art. Her announcement that his time had come should be his focus but she was the focus. 

Before the centered painting he stepped, his eyes shifted one direction then the other studying the several different women who had entered his life for one evening only then left without any further contact. 

For three days his latest muse had been in his life, far longer than any other. And, that evening, the fourth day, would likely be last time she would be in his life.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to the painted images of his past bound inspirations. Behind his closed eyes was the image of his current inspiration. Yes, she succeeded in changing his creative process but had she changed more than that?

His eyes opened but were aimed at the floor not the paintings. Slowly he turned, his eyes looked the direction she vanished. His jaw clenched and flexed. 

Perhaps Rosangela wasn't the only one in that odd situation with underlining issues from the past. 

Rosangela returned to her shared town house, it was empty for the roommates were at work. She never ran any errands, took a lengthy hot shower then sat in her bedroom with her head all over the damned place within her jumbled and concerning thoughts. 

She would return to the author's apartment and fulfill their bargain. Yet, she was somewhat leery about returning. No, she wasn't with concerns about what Victor Hardway would do to achieve his complete creative release. She was concerned about the outcome when it came to an end.

On the edge of her bed she sat naked, her eyes glazed with thought as they stared blankly at the floor. Her hands were tucked between her thighs as she simply sat in complete silence with her thoughts. A somber expression coated every feature of her face. There was nearly a draining feeling that weighed down on her. 

She was in a battle of sorts within her thoughts. There were questions why she felt the way she did. 

For over a decade she was trapped within a loveless marriage covered by a mirage of happiness and fulfillment. She never hated her ex husband, just hated their marriage which lacked those many elements she truly desired but hid. And it wasn't until that one day when she stepped into a mainstream bookstore and roamed the long aisles that she discovered what her miniscule life lacked.

She remembered the moment her eyes were caught by the most erotic image she had ever seen up until that point. 

On the cover of a hardback book was the image of a woman with her body bent and twisted in an artful manner while coiled by brilliant and beautiful bright red rope. 

Her hands, nails unpainted, grasped old of that unique book with a woman's equally unique name scrolled along the top. Her blue eyes, no black to enhance the color, looked to the author's name artfully depicted in intricate font, Victor Hardway. 

The book was flipped to its back sleeve and her eyes read the detailed synopsis that wove a tale of erotic exploration. A smile formed over her natural toned lips lacking a silver labret loop, a smile of complete intrigue and curiosity. 

The back cover was opened and her eyes widened the moment they peered at the author's black and white photograph. 

A gray fedora atop his head and a lit cigar tucked between his fingers with the tip near his lips. And what she noticed immediately, his eyes. Those very expressive eyes with defining lines etched between his brows were the very first feature that drew her in.

That day, she started to change. 

She left the bookstore with four Victor Hardway erotic novels and returned to that typical existence. And the very moment she returned home, alone she began a journey which led to no turning back. 

All those desires she had set aside for marriage returned upon the first chapter of the first book. Her mind became filled with all the detailed visuals the author's writing expertly described with his image in place of the male dominating character.

Those books, each one being read thoroughly, reached and pulled from within her those buried desires and she secretly embraced them behind her husband's back. She would anticipate her husband's departure to work. The moment his car left the driveway of their cookie cutter house she would immediately familiarize herself with those secret desires. 

The scenarios written within the novels were transformed within her mind. She added her secrets while placing herself in the hands of the dominating character in Victor Hardway's appearance. All those fantasies, she never realized that Victor Hardway was each and every one of those characters. 

Those few days within the author's world told her the truth that each male character was him, he placed himself in all truth in his novels. Yet, she knew that each of those female characters, those the books were named for, they were created with the interior he chose. 

She laid back against the bed and blankly looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Questions developed, more questions. Who were those women? 

She understood that those women on the covers were merely an exterior representation of those written about. Her mind drew in more details concerning those covers. 

Each woman was different in appearance and each posed differently but all with the signature red rope twisted around them. Yet, the one detail they all shared besides the rope, they were beautiful. All had beautiful faces and impeccable bodies. 

She huffed as her eyes shifted down and peered down her naked body. Her hands lifted and gently cupped over her larger C sized tits. All those women seemed to have the perfect sized tits, perky and not as large as hers. 

Her hand slid down against her belly. Yes, she had a subtle belly, not full of jelly but a slight curved tummy. All those women had nearly flat stomachs. 

Her hands slid further down against the curve of her hips. She was curvy but not in a severe way. Her hips bones curved nicely down into the slightly outward curve of her thighs. She always prided herself having curves, not a walking stick with tits. Yet, all those women, their curves seemed smooth without any extra bumps, perfect lines connecting every proportion of their figures.

She slowly sat up as her hands moved against her fuller thighs. No, her thighs didn't rub together and cause friction but they didn't have a huge thigh gap either. And it seemed the majority of those women had the supposedly desirable thigh gap.

She stood up and moved to the standing mirror. Before the mirror her eyes took in the details of her not so perfect body. 

She turned to the side, her eyes studied the outward plump curve of her ass. Both hands moved against her ass, the previous night both cheeks were hardily cracked by the author's hands. She turned her back to the mirror, looked over her shoulder at her naked ass.

Her eyes frowned with question then she asked aloud, "Why me?"

The classical music played and echoed through the loft apartment. The soft scent of cigar smoke was in the air as it drifted from the open loft bedroom. 

Victor Hardway stood before the easel mounted canvas, a cigar tucked between his lips, shirtless, and a cream toned fedora with a soft tan band atop his head. His eyes focused on the canvas as in his hand was a paintbrush. 

Since Rosangela's departure from the apartment, he immediately found himself overflowing with the need to create. Unlike his ritualistic process, he created without a bound muse in the same room. In his mind those inspirational images were fresh and vivid and onto the painted black canvas the image came to life. 

Hours he stood, his focus unhindered. There was no multiple printed photos to guide him. There was no physical muse. There was nothing but what was in his mind. Cigar after cigar, glass after glass of wine, and hours of standing before the canvas a new painting came to life before his concentrating eyes. 

Stroke after stroke, the chosen paint colors brought together the perfect image. And the image being brushed into existence was unlike any he had ever created before. 

As he continued, the erotic tale began to be written within his mind which fueled the painting's emergence. 

Through the music came the sound of the main door buzzer.

He paused mid brush stroke. His head slowly turned as he removed the cigar from his lips. 

Again the buzzer sounded.

Rosangela stood before the call box and again pressed the button with the author's name beside it. She glanced at the heavy metal doors then back to the call box. Her eyes narrowed as they stared at the author's name. Was he pissed about her abrupt departure?

She took a step back, eyes darted to the doors but there came no sound of the lock. Her lips puckered with frustration as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She took a few steps back and her head tilted back with her eyes aimed at the top floor of the narrow building, each window of his apartment lit up.

Her arms tightened as her face wrinkled and twisted with anger. 

Was it over?

She caved, turned on her heels and marched down the sidewalk away from the doors. Each heel nearly stomped against the cracked sidewalk as her arms remained tightly embraced over her chest. Her head lowered and eyes aimed down. Her heart pounded with her anger but within it was an ache. 

It was over.

From the apartment window Victor watched Rosangela, his inspirational muse, disappear around a street corner. He drew back the cigar then slowly exhaled passed his lips, his expression unreadable. He turned from the window.

She continued in a heated stomp along the sidewalk, never bothered calling another cab. Everything inside her seemed a fucked up mess. Why was she angry? Who was she angry with, herself or the author? 

She had no reason to be angry or did she?

Yes, she knew it was a temporary set up. Yet, she was damned confused why he completely blew off getting what he wanted from the very beginning. Those passed few days was supposed to lead up to him getting his complete creative freedom but he suddenly up and blew her off.

Her heels scraped to a halt. Her head lifted and eyes looked forward with a glare. She loudly grumbled, "What the hell?" 

She wasn't satisfied!

She spun on her heels then marched back the way she came. With quick strides, she returned along the sidewalk with her eyes aimed at the corner of the street. Her lips tightly pressed together. "Oh," she grumbled, "This shit ain't over until I say its over!"

Around the corner she stomped and headed straight for those big old heavy metal doors. She sharply turned on her heels then moved before the call box. No, she wasn't going to care how long it took but she sure in hell hadn't said it was over. 

Her finger stabbed against the call button beside the author's name then she held firmly holding the button down. She stood there, her heel tapped the concrete single step while her finger remained pressed against the button. 

His eyes narrowed, the buzzer steadily went off. He put down the paintbrush and set the cigar in the ashtray. On his bare feet he turned then hurried down the metal stairs. 

Her heel continued to tap rapidly against the concrete. Nope, she thought, not going to let up on the button until he answered. 

He raced up to the intercom call box, jammed his thumb against the intercom button then shouted, "What?!"

Her eyes snapped wide at the tone of voice that just came out of little speaker. She hit the button and demanded, "Let me in!"

His voice replied, "No need."

She gasped in surprise with her lips gaped. She struck the button again and demanded, "Let me in, dammit!"

His voice replied, "There's no need. You may go."

Her eyes glared at the little speaker then she pressed the button again and slowly but loudly repeated, "Let... me... in!"

No response.

She hit the button again, felt as if she were going to break it, then shouted, "Victor fucking Hardway, you let my ass in right now or I swear to god..."

The doors clicked.

She swiftly shoved through the door and stormed towards the elevator with her arms stiffly down. She angrily jerked up the elevator gate, stomped into the elevator then nearly jerked the gate down. Her finger jabbed the floor button then she stood with arms tightly crossed as the elevator carried her the author's upward direction.




Inspiration Ch. 07



Her eyes stared upward, waited to see the first glimpse of his apartment. Her eyes moved with the motion of the elevator. The elevator neared his apartment and the first thing she saw was the author's silhouette. Her face's expression tightened with its angered expression as her eyes focused on him through the moving gate. 

The elevator stopped and she swiftly lifted the gate as her eyes remained on him. The gate lifted, she stood there glaring at him as he stood with his arms crossed over his bare chest. 

Then she finally took a step forward out the elevator then asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

He slowly exhaled through his nose then stated, "Exactly what I said." he uncrossed his arms, turned then walked away but repeated what he said through the call box, "There's no need."

Her jaw dropped and she stormed forward. Her heels clacked against the concrete floor as she marched his direction. "No need?!" she shouted tossing her arms in air, "What the hell is that supposed mean?"

His bare feet went to a complete stop.

She nearly stumbled the moment he stopped then stared at the back of his fedora wearing head. She snapped, "Well?!"

He turned to the side, his dark eyes looked to the frustration riddled expression over her face. His eyes dropped then he turned his back to her and stated, "There's no reason for you to have come back." 

He continued forward then turned headed for the kitchen.

She loudly gasped in shock then rushed to follow him. "What?!" she shouted then turned following him to the kitchen, "Why?!"

He stepped behind the kitchen island then opened the wine fridge, pulled out a new bottle. Again he turned his back to her, fetched the cork screw. 

She stomped up to the island, slapped her hands atop the granite counter top then asked, "Why is there no reason for me to come back, huh?"

He twisted the cork screw into the wine bottle cork then stated, "You're not needed."

Her eyes flinched wide and mouth again dropped open. Then her mouth closed, lips pursed together and eyes narrowed. She lowly grumbled under a heated breath. She suddenly spat, "Asshole!" 

He briefly froze with surprise, no one had ever called him an asshole. He jerked the cork from the bottle then tossed down the cork screw. 

She again spat at him, "Fucker!"

His eyes grew wider and slowly he turned, his head first followed by his eyes then body. He immediately saw the anger being glared back at him across the kitchen island. His brow furrowed, the center lines deepened. 

She lifted her hand then pointed at him with scold and she warned, "Don't you even fucking dare look at me like that, you..." she felt another curse build, "You dick!"

Oh, she was fed up!

She shoved back away from the island with her head angrily shaking back and forth. Again she pointed at him then spewed her frustrations, "That's right, you're a fucking dick!" she took a step back, one hand planted on her hip and the other continuing to aim her finger at him, "I come back here to give you what you fucking wanted in the first place and you basically tell me to fuck off!"

She spun on her heels, tossed her fists in the air then loudly growled. 

She spun again and faced him over the island. Again her finger aimed at him then she grumbled, "How dare you!" she stepped back to the island with her arm stretched out and finger still aimed, "You pursued me, you asshole, and when you're about to get what you wanted, you fucking back down!" she slammed her hand against the counter, "Screw you, Victor Hardway!" 

She took a step back then gave him the middle finger in sign for him to fuck off. Her heels ground against the floor spinning her around then she stormed away persistently cursing him under her breath.

His nostrils flared and jaw clenched. He released the bottle of wine and left it on the counter. He snapped, "God dammit!" 

Around the island he stormed, his bare feet slapped against the concrete floor. He shouted at her, "Get your ass back here, now!"

She stormed towards the brick divider wall then shouted back at him, "Fuck you!" 

His long legs strode forward in her direction as she moved passed the brick wall. He shouted after her, "Rosangela!"

She entered the elevator, spun around and grabbed the gate. Her eyes watched him storm her direction as she pulled down the gate. And the moment he reached the elevator she peered through it at him. She grumbled, "Good luck with your book, Victor fucking Hardway." 

He quickly grabbed the gate and stated, "You're not going anywhere!" He jerked the gate up.

She gasped then grabbed the gate to pull it down.

He reached, snatched her by the raised forearms then attempted to pull her from the elevator but she dug her heels into the elevator floor while pulling back.

She ordered, "Let go!" she leaned back with her weight to break his grip, "No need, remember, fuck head?!" she grunted through the tug of war, "I'm leaving!" 

He grumbled, "No you're not!" He gave up trying to pull her out, released her arms which caused her to stumble backwards then he lunged into the elevator.

She nearly fell back into the wall of the elevator. She spun around only to face the wall then groaned with no escape, "Shit." 

She startled the moment he grabbed her around the waist, immediately she went into a fit and kicked her legs out as her hands pushed on his wrapped arms.

She demanded, "Put me the fuck down!"

He kept her off her feet and carried her out of the elevator kicking. 

She yelled through her fit, "What's your fucking problem?!"

He dropped her back onto her heels but swiftly spun her around then pushed her back against the brick divider wall. His hands quickly grabbed her by the wrists then pushed her arms back against the wall to stop her from bolting. He held her arms against the wall as she desperately tried to push back with all her strength. 

He demanded, "Calm down!"

She gave him a quick glare then snapped, "Fuck you!"

He firmly repeated, "Calm down!"

She stopped pushing back but her face remained twisted with rage as she heavily breathed through her nose. Her hands formed tight fists as she darted her head to the side and refused to look at him while her eyes were narrowed. 

Under breath she couldn't stop from stating an anger induced assumption, "Probably found something better."

His eyes quickly frowned and he snapped, "What?!"

She grumbled, "Nothing."

He quickly demanded, "No, tell me!"

Her head jerked and she looked at him with hate. "Fine!" she snapped then stated exactly what she meant, "You got yourself a better much more appropriate inspiration and you no longer want me!" she turned her eyes away from him again then sarcastically commented, "Probably found her at the damned fedora store or something."

He stared at her confused or perhaps dumbfounded by her assumption. He mumbled, "What the hell?"

She shouted, "Are you deaf?!" she looked at him, saw his perplexed expression, "Did I fucking stutter?!" She slowly and mockingly shook her head answering her questions.

He expression faded into frustration then, releasing one of her wrists, he stepped away from the wall and jerked her with him. He felt her pull back but tugged her with him.

She struggled while she pulled her wrist against his grip as he pulled her through the apartment towards the metal stairs. She demanded, "Let go!" 

He answered by giving her another tug which caused her to stumble. 

He turned onto the stairs, kept a tight hold of her wrist and ignored her stumbling steps up the stairs. At the top of the stairs he jerked her in direction of the easel. Near the easel he went to a complete stop but pulled her forward passed him. He released her wrist but quickly grabbed her shoulders then held her in place.

Her eyes went wide the moment they looked at the canvas propped atop the easel. Her eyes blinked but what she saw didn't vanish. Her eyes continued to blink. 

Before her was the blatant truth why she wasn't needed. He didn't need her to remain posed for a long period of time while bound in red. He didn't need her to fulfill her end of their bargain because his inspiration was complete.

The beginnings of her painted image stared back at her and all her mind could think, it was over. All she could think, she was no longer needed. All she thought, he didn't need her. And she reluctantly determined, she was useless to him now.

She lifted her arms and shifted her shoulders forcing his hands away and said, "Okay, got it." she stepped to the side, "Point taken." She stepped around him, refused to look at him then headed for the stairs. 

He lifted the fedora from his head, slapped his hand against his forehead then slid it back over his hair. He turned as he heard her heels clank down the metal stairs. 

He moved for the stairs and called her name, "Rosangela."

She froze the moment she stepped off the final stair but didn't turn or look up. No shouting, she simply said, "It's okay." She turned and left the stairs.

His body shifted as he watched her return towards the elevator. His eyes softened though the tension was held between his brows. 

A part of him wanted to tell her to stay but that one part of him he had always known forced him to silently watch her disappear. 

He set the fedora back atop his head, heard the elevator gate close then the elevator ascend. 

He took a deep breath, turned on his bare feet and his eyes looked to the beginnings of a new Victory Hardway creation. 

Yet, what tale would be told to compliment the painting that would grace the cover of his next erotic novel? What title would be given? 

*****

Author Note:

Is it over? Has this come to an end?

Yeah, I don't think so!



Inspiration Ch. 08



DISCLAIMER:

Any and all breath play portrayed in MY stories should not be attempted by the inexperienced! EDUCATION is key concerning experimentation within the breath play fetish as is CAUTION and PRECAUTION and a TRUSTWORTHY PARTNER!

*****

"You never got his fucking number?" Stew asked in disbelief, "And you never gave him your fucking number?" He stood leaned against the bookstore checkout with a hand on his hip and dumbfounded look on his face.

Rosangela shook her head then grabbed a box of books. She numbly replied, "I don't wanna talk about it right now." She left the checkout.

Stew frowned, throughout the years he and Rosangela were friends and co-workers he never saw her in such a state. 

He leaned with his elbow on the counter and rested his chin against his hand. He watched her sluggishly stroll away with the load of books. He huffed, knew immediately that his friend likely had fallen for the author in those short few days.

Stew's observation, Rosangela was desperate to deny to herself. She wanted to believe it was impossible to want more from something that wasn't meant to be more than just fucking. And that's how she tried to keep it.

Rosangela continued with her daily life and as it continued, she saw not one glimpse of the author Victor Hardway except on the back inside of his books still on her shelf and on the shelves in the bookstore. 

Bit by bit, day by day she perked, became her old cocky self but no matter what, those three days remained always at the back of her mined. 

Yet, though she perked up, something changed. 

That last evening with Victor Hardway was the last time she experienced her secret fetish. She found no energy to pull the suitcase from under the bed. She seemed to lack the desire to bring herself into breathlessness because it seemed solo play no longer was part of her. 

Yes, there were moments she found herself within the memories of those few days and couldn't resist stimulating herself into a mediocre orgasm which only frustrated her sexual side.

And, so, she went on with a pierced lip smile. Her friendship with Stew remained the same as did her job at the bookstore. 

The days moved by and reached into months. Or course she thought about the author and at moments, she wondered if he thought about her.

Was he writing his book that 'starred' her? Had he finished his painting that was of her? Would her image join the wall with the other painted women? Would her photos be displayed somewhere in his loft apartment? 

Or, perhaps, he had found a different muse that lacked the complications she gave him?

Then after nearly six months that particular erotic author and artist managed to creep into her life, again.

Rosangela arrived at the bookstore and helped open it up with Stew and their boss Al. It was delivery day and that meant new books would be displayed throughout the store. 

The delivery man arrived with four boxes and Al signed for them as Rosangela and Stew prepped their registers. 

Al thanked the delivery man after the boxes were stacked behind the check out. The middle aged man chimed, "About time!" 

Rosangela smiled as she counted the cash in her till. 

Al stated, "Make sure these are put in the display window, will ya?" He turned and headed for his office.

Stew shouted, "Yes, boss!" He stepped to the boxes and grabbed the inventory sheet. His eyes frowned at first then slowly widened. He stood silent as his eyes shifted and looked to Rosangela.

Rosangela has this odd feeling Stew was likely staring at her. Without looking at him she questioned, "What?"

He slowly swallowed then reluctantly announced, "We just received a shipment of the latest Victor Hardway novel."

She froze, felt her heart skip a beat as she held her breath. She shrugged then crammed the money into the till and said, "Okay." 

He glanced at the inventory sheet, read the book title then stated, "Yeah, um, January."

"What about January?" she asked then glanced at him.

"Um," he mumbled then explained, "Yeah, that's the title. January."

Her eyes frowned with question then suddenly snatched the inventory sheet from Stew's hand. Her eyes darted and quickly read the title of Victory Hardway's new book. Her face twisted in all sorts of directions of emotions. She mumbled, "What the..."

He was confused and questioned, "I thought he was supposed to name it after you?"

She quickly ordered, "Open the box!" 

He leaned back in response to her snippy demand then grimaced.

She slammed the inventory sheet on the counter then grumbled. She shook her head then snatched a box cutter from under the counter and stepped to the boxes. She slit the box cutter across the clear tape seal then pried open the box. The padding foam was jerked back and her eyes looked to the brand new books. 

Her eyes frowned with confusion and question. She snatched up a book and eyed the cover. In deed the title was January but the image she saw was a depiction of her. 

She stood there staring at the book as Stew leaned closer eyeing the book as well. 

Stew nodded with approval as he saw his friend and co-worker in a very detailed kinky image. He commented, "Nice, he did you justice."

Her head darted and eyes narrowed the moment they were on Stew. She allowed the book to drop from her hand and thud atop the others. 

His eyes shifted and saw the disapproving expression narrowed his direction. He spread his lips into a wide innocent grin.

She held her glare then stated, "Just for that, you're setting up the damned display." She watched his mouth gape then she pleasingly smiled.

The day went on and, yes, Stew had inventory duty with Victor Hardway's latest book. By himself, he set up the window display which included a ten times blown up image of the book cover and the latest black and white photo of the author.

Rosangela avoided the books as much as possible. But eventually customers entered to purchase their own personal copy and she had no choice but to come face to face with each and every purchased copy with her likeness on the cover. 

She avoided eye contact with the customers as she rang up their purchases, those with the book. Yet, there was no avoiding comments such as, "She kinda looks like you." and questions such as "Is that you?" And each time, she denied their suspicions.

Nearing closing, Al came bouncing out of his office with a huge smile and approached his most valuable employees Stew and Rosangela. He announced, "Great news!" His smile beamed with pride.

The two employees looked to their employer with question and smiles.

Al cleared his throat and announced, "We have been given the honor of being the first bookstore to start off Victor Hardway's signing tour!" he clasped his hands together with excitement, "He'll be here both Friday and Saturday!"

Rosangela's face started to ache, forced her smile to remain though inside she cringed at the thought of being in the same bookstore with the author, the same bookstore it all began.

Al giddily laughed then turned and headed back to his office to prepare closing the store.

Rosangela's head slowly turned as her smile faded. Her eyes looked to Stew with desperation and she pleaded, "Work for me, please."

Stew shook his head and refused, "No."

She again pleaded with less finesse, "Work for me, dammit."

He continued to shake his head and refused, "No, you know I have plans with James."

She reached and snatched Stew's hand then with a firm squeeze, she again pleaded with lack of sweetness, "Dammit, Stew, work for me!"

He tugged then jerked his hand from her grip and again refused, "Dammit, no!" he reminded, "You damn well know James and I planned this for three weeks." 

She grumbled then snipped, "Bitch."

He focused on closing out his till and commented, "Whore."

They both went silent as they worked on their tills.

Stew cleared his throat then inquired, "So, what are you gonna wear?"

Rosangela replied, "I'm thinking that black vinyl pencil skirt."

He paused and looked at her with a smile then agreed, "Yeah, that will be so hot." he then perked with excitement, "Oh, you should so do a little pin-uppy Victory Roll thingy with the hair." He nodded in agreement to his suggestion.

She nodded then agreed, "I think I will."

He smiled, "Awesome, you'll look super fuck-able."

She loudly laughed then her face lost all humor. She groaned, "Ah, shit."

He hummed, "Hmm?"

She again groaned, "Marcella." 

He grimaced then remembered, "That's right, you're working Friday and Saturday with the Italian exchange student Marcella the Harlot." He shook his head in pity then chuckled, "And she's so gonna wanna fuck the old guy cause she's a slut and he's famous, kinda."

Her face drained of expression then she released a little whine. Was she more nervous about seeing the author again after several months or more so disliked the idea of her co-worker Marcella aiming her whore eyeballs at the author?

Stew made one final comment, "Maybe I'll swing by Saturday and see if you either murder Marcella or the old guy." he frowned then stated, "Hey he's like sixty now, he's older old."

Rosangela swung her arm and whacked Stew in the arm.

He grimaced with a pained groan as he rubbed his struck upper arm.

She was nervous as hell as she stepped across the snow lined street. Rosangela dreaded the moment she started her Friday shift at the bookstore. She was fearful of seeing the author again after those several months of pretending she moved on.

She stepped up onto the icy patched sidewalk, her eyes looked to the stunning image of the Victor Hardway in the display window beside the image of his book. Then her eyes shifted up and looked at Al's idea of promotion, a banner stretched above the entrance announcing that author would be signing for those two days.

She nervously grimaced, her hand clutched the collar of her mock fur trimmed winter Pea-coat. Her breaths were visible against the brightly lit morning air as she felt her heart pound inside her chest. Maybe she guessed that day would come but had hoped it would have at the end of the author's book tour which she hoped would give her more time to recover and forget.

Forward she pushed herself then entered the warmth of the bookstore, the door chimed her entrance. 

The first person she saw was Marcella, a blonde haired foreign exchange student who was in deed from Italy with a matching Italian accent that all the nerds who came to the store melted for. 

She forced a smile and greeted, "Good morning, Marcella." She started unbuttoning her coat as she moved for the check out counter.

Marcella, a naturally tanned beauty, smiled and looked to Rosangela and greeted with her accent, "Buongiorno, Rosangela." Her light brown eyes peered down at the Victor Hardway novel in her hands.

Rosangela stepped behind the counter and hung up her coat.

Marcella looked to Rosangela then back to the book and again back to Rosangela. She stepped up to her co-worker eyeing the similarities between the woman on the cover and Rosangela.

Al stepped around the corner and greeted with a smiled, "Morning, ladies!"

Marcella looked to Al then asked his opinion as she offered him the book, "Does she not look like Rosangela?"

Rosangela froze mid way pinning on her name tag.

Al glanced at the book then shrugged and commented, "Hmm, kinda." 

Marcella drew the book back then gave her opinion, "Yes, kind of but the woman on the cover is truly more beautiful."

Rosangela's jaw dropped and her mind screamed, what a bitch!

Al again shrugged then smiled wide and nearly gave a pep talk, "Well, ladies, Mr. Hardway will be here at any moment and I'm expecting a packed house!" he beamed with dollar signs almost visible in his gleaming eyes, "We need to make sure the shelves are fully stocked with his books." He gave a little encouraging fist bump to the air then spun and disappeared.

Marcella giggled then returned to her register. She announced, "I so want him to sign my copy."

Rosangela hated the younger blonde Italian bimbo but held her composure as she simply hummed, "Hmm, hmm." She opened her register.

Marcella continued, "He is but so handsome and his books are so loved in Italy." she beamed with mischief as her eyes eyed the photo of the author, "I will be the envy in my town to have met him."

Rosangela's head bobbed as she again hummed with true lack of interest while her fingers quickly worked through the bills in the register. She just wished that woman would shut up. She wished Stew was there instead but more so wished she wasn't there. She had no idea what or if anything would transpire. 

Over and over she thought how that day would go. So many different scenarios she worked through but not the one was definite. There was no way to predict how she would react upon seeing Victor Hardway again. Yet, she had one real desire, strangle the bitch to her right.

The door chimed.

Rosangela's didn't look up, fearful of looking up. Then she heard Marcella and she thought, was the slut having an orgasm?

"Good morning!" publishing agent Bob sang as he quickly spotted the blonde behind checkout, his chubby face beamed.

Marcella chimed, "Buongiorno." she leaned against the counter making her cleavage more visible, "May I help you?"

Bob grinned then stepped up to the checkout eagerly accepting the offered cleavage visual. He sang, "Why yes." he loved the accent, "I'm Bob, his publishing agent." He aimed his thumb behind him.

There she was, he immediately praised in thought, and she looked amazing. Victor Hardway's eyes peered from beneath the cast shadow of his signature navy blue suede fedora and focused on his previous inspirational muse who not once looked up. He had hoped she was still employed there, he might have known beforehand if he had pushed himself to visit. Yet, throughout those months he kept a good distance.

Rosangela turned, not even a glance, then left the checkout. She announced, "I'll get Al." Her heart thudded rapidly in her chest as she marched on her platform ankle boots towards Al's office. She felt as if all her blood had completely drained down into those gorgeous boots, her legs felt somewhat wobbly. 

She retreated to Al's office door then knocked on the glass followed by stating, "They're here!" 

Al swung the door open then rushed passed Rosangela in a hurry to greet the agent Bob and Victor Hardway. 

She remained at the open office door as she listened to Al loudly greet the special guests. 

Can she do it? Could she seriously continue throughout the day with him in the same building? Could she refrain herself from bitch slapping Marcella if the woman went too far and attempted to show more than her cleavage to the author? Why was she even thinking of harming another woman over him?

She took a deep breath, tried to ignore the ample butt kissing. She determined she would keep her distance, avoid looking at him at all costs. The less she saw of him in those two days, the better off she would be. 

She took another breath then shifted on her boots, smoothed her slightly trembling hands down the sleek vinyl snug over her hips. Her eyes caught a quick glimpse of the author, her heart skipped a beat, and she made the decision to do the Friday inventory and keep herself hidden in the stock room. 

Rosangela held herself together, when needed she returned to the checkout and quietly helped Marcella deal with customers but once a rush was over she returned to the stock room. Her ability to avoid the author was successful besides he was obviously being kept busy with all his female fans.

Inside the stock room she tried to be focused on the inventory but her mind would constantly trail with temptation. She found herself pausing, a thoughtful glaze would drift over her eyes as the idea of approaching the author would emerge. For a minute she'd stand with that thought but she managed to pull herself back then again attempt continuing with the inventory. 

A voice came from the stock room doorway, "Rosangela."

Rosangela immediately knew the accent. With a forced smile she looked to Marcella and hummed, "Hmm?"

Marcella smiled wide with her pearly perfect teeth then requested, "Would you be kind enough to run the checkout." she batted her thick lashes, "I would like to have Signore Hardway sign my book copy."

Rosangela swallowed then nodded while her face again started to ache from the painful fake smile. 

Marcella chimed, "Oh, thank you!" She girlishly giggled then hurried out of the doorway.

Rosangela's smile quickly disappeared and formed an annoyed sneer.

Victor sat at his signing post, more books he signed than the previous time at the bookstore, it was the first signing of the tour. He finished signing a simple sentiment then handed the book over to a middle aged giddy woman. "Thank you," he sang with a smile and watched the woman nearly bounce then listened to her giggle. 

His eyes caught glimpse of the approaching checkout girl but from the corner of his eye he saw Rosangela head for the front of the store.

He had kept an eye out for Rosangela all those hours but rarely caught sight of her, only when she left wherever she was hiding. He knew she kept herself scarce because of him. Though his glimpses were spaced and short, he praised each one for she looked more inspirational than the last time he saw her. His eyes frowned, the last time he saw her, she retreated from his apartment and life.

A throat cleared.

He blinked then looked up at the obvious beautiful woman, glanced her name tag, Marcella. He smiled up at the blonde store clerk.

Marcella laid it all out, pulled out her charms with a thick layer of flirt. She greeted the author, "Ciao, Signore Hardway." Her accent typically won her huge points with most every man. 

His brows lifted, heard the obvious flirt, then greeted in response, "Hello."

Marcella reached her copy of January to the author and sang, "Per fevore, would sign this for me?"

He sang back, "Of course." He took the book, set it on the table but his eyes took a moment to look at the most perfect of all his book covers. He flipped the cover open.

Marcella sang her name, "Marcella."

"Hmm," he hummed then wisp the tip of his pen against the blank page.

Marcella stood for a moment, uncertain if her charms were working on the author then broke the silence. "Signore," she said and watched as he didn't look up as expected, "Um, the cover."

"Yes?" he questioned as he finished signing his signature then closed the book. He looked up at the woman.

"Yes," Marcella spoke, somewhat flabbergasted that there seemed no effect on the author, "Yes, who is the woman on the cover?"

He asked, "Why?" He sensed that the woman in front of him saw what likely everyone saw, Rosangela.

Marcella felt slightly awkward for the author seemed to lack interest in her which was surprising to her. She smiled and commented, "The woman, she looks like, well, resembles my co-worker..."

He interrupted, "Yes she does look like Rosangela." his lips formed his typical slanted grin as he handed the book back to Marcella then stated, "Because she is Rosangela." He was amused, watched the woman's face drain into a shocked expression as she fumbled to retrieve the book. 

He completely changed focus and looked to his agent. He shouted, "Bob, I need a break and coffee!"

Marcella was beyond shocked or stunned. She took an awkward step backwards then spun on her heels. 

Bob rushed up to the table, gave Victor a thumbs up and stated, "Sure thing!" He turned and headed for the entrance.

Victor slightly leaned to the right, watched the dumbfounded Marcella return to the checkout which sent Rosangela away. His eyes followed Rosangela then watched her disappear into a hallway. 




Inspiration Ch. 08



He rose up from the chair then stepped from behind the table. 

Rosangela returned to the stock room, was somewhat pleased that Marcella returned to the checkout lacking any type of enthusiasm. She slid a stepping stool before a shelf then stepped up with the clipboard in hand. She focused, eyed the label on the stack of boxes and proceeded to write down the count on the inventory sheet attached to the clipboard. 

The stock room door clicked.

She huffed then stated, "Al, I ain't gonna get this shit done if you keep sending my ass to the front." she shook her head with annoyance then offered, "Let me finish this damned shelf and I'll be out." She stepped onto the top of the stepping stool and eyed the very top boxes. 

She paused, heard no response from the boss. Her eyes frowned as she lowered the clipboard then questioned, "Al?" Her eyes then darted wide, felt a hand on her ass then she questioned with confusion, "Al?" 

Her head turned and eyes shifted down. She gasped, "What the fuck?" She knocked the hand off her vinyl covered ass then nearly lost her balance on the stool mid turn but caught herself. She quickly leaned back against the shelf for support. 

Victor smiled up at Rosangela.

She quickly asked, "What the hell you doing back here?" then she stated, "You're not allowed back here! Employees only!"

He grinned then announced, "I'm taking a break."

She grimaced then sarcastically commented, "Good for you." then she demanded, "Now get out!" She gave a nodded gesture for the door while nearly glued back to the shelf. For her, it was too close for comfort and apparently hiding in the stock room wasn't as successful as she first thought.

He took a step forward, his eyes scanned her lovely figure enhanced by the snug fit of the pencil skirt made of a very familiar material. His eyes scanned back upward then looked her in the wide eyes. He praised, "You look wonderful."

"Thanks." she quickly responded then snapped, "Now leave!" 

He ignored her demand then lifted his hands, again wanted to feel that slick and smooth vinyl. 

Her eyes grew wider watching his hands. She protested, "Nope!" Quickly she moved, nearly dropped off the stool then roughly shoved passed him headed for the door.

He turned on his patent leather shoes, his grin broadened. 

She grabbed the doorknob but the moment she managed to get the door cracked open it slammed shut by the weight of another hand. Her lips pursed together then her eyes looked to the hand flat against the door, and she ordered, "Move it."

He again ignored her as he leaned against her from behind. 

For all those months he thought of the moment he would see her again. He made certain that his book tour began at the very store they met and she became his inspiration. And, unlike his past, she was still the chosen inspiration and, admitted to only himself, he needed her again. 

She angrily huffed, felt him press against her. Her eyes squeezed shut, desperate to find an escape because there was obviously too much temptation beginning to again develop which she knew was wrong. 

Her eyes snapped open the moment she felt his fingers draw back a lengthy black curl from the side of her neck. She felt his breath against her ear then the brush of his lips. She again closed her eyes trying so hard to steer herself away from his direction that was blatantly right behind her.

He whispered, "I need you."

She shook her head, kept her eyes closed, and felt the frustration grow because of the damned confusion he easily produced inside her.

His hand rested against her black covered shoulder then slid downward dragging his fingertips against the fabric of her button down blouse. His hand shifted, aimed his fingers down then molded over the shape of her vinyl covered hip. 

He feathery dragged his bottom lip against her ear then confessed with a heated whisper, "I need my inspiration." 

Her eyes against snapped open followed by her head turning. Her eyes widely peered at him through the corners. "Oh...oh..." she stammered then snapped, "I don't fucking think so!" She abruptly turned then shoved her hands against his shoulders.

A voice called from the other side of the door, "Rosangela?!"

She shouted back, recognized Al's voice, "Yeah?!" Her eyes narrowed as they focused on the author in front of her.

Al's voice questioned, "You alright in there?"

Her face twisted with anger then she loudly replied, "Yeah, I think Stew screwed up the inventory!"

"Oh," Al's voice said, "Well, um, keep it down with the cussing, okay?"

She shouted, "Sure thing, boss!" she slightly sneered then said, "Sorry!"

Believing Al gone from the door, she again shoved her hands against Victor's shoulders. Then she quietly grumbled, "You're something else." she aimed her finger at his face then angrily whispered, "You honestly think you can walk up in here and say shit like that, huh?" she shook her head and corrected his assumption, "No, not gonna happen."

He wanted and needed it to happen. His hands snatched her angry face then with a little struggle from her, he crushed his lips against hers. For months he imagined smothering her lips with his again, to taste her lipstick and feel the smooth labret pierced in her bottom lip. 

She pushed back or tried, he had a firm grip of her face and his lips had an even firmer latch on her lips. Her body squirmed as her boots scuffled against the floor trying push her back from his grip. She whined and groaned, desperate to pry him off her because he just broke the barrier of beyond uncomfortable in the stock room. Her hands slapped and pushed against his shoulders as his tongue found its way passed her lips. 

Such a rush, he praised, that type of sexual rush he hadn't experienced since she left. Though she desperately tried to fight him off, he knew she also fought against the desire to cave. He wanted her to cave. He needed her to cave. 

His hands released her face but before she shove back, one arm swiftly gathered her against him with a hand slapped against her vinyl covered ass. His free hand swiftly went to the buttons of her blouse, far too long he wanted his hands to again mold her lovely tits. 

His cock grew hard quick, he hadn't fucked not one woman in all those months. Oh he tried, wanted to get back into the swing of his normal existence but his cock rejected woman after woman for Rosangela was the key to the perfect hard cock. 

Many nights he eagerly stroked his cock while his eyes watched repeatedly on his flat screen her body coiled in red as she suffocated and fucked his fingers then came, followed by him fucking her hard. 

As he wrote his book seated before his traditional cloth ribbon typewriter, he created new scenarios he truly desired to enact on her. Each of his written words provoked his cock and after every written scenario he stroked his cock into exploding in her honor. She was his muse. She was the only inspiration needed and he wanted nothing more than to make her cum.

She continued to struggle, the weight of her desires for him seemed to gain leverage against her will to stop herself from caving. She continuously whined but her lips seemed to develop a mind of their own and accepted his exploring tongue. She tried to pry his hands away but the moment his hand undid the buttons of her blouse and swiftly tucked within the cup of her bra, her hands loss use. 

His fingers found her hardened nipple and with ease pinched which caused her slightly squeal. How he missed her squeals, whines, gasps, and moans. 

His hand left her tit but swiftly snatched the length of her hair then jerked her head back severing their lips. His top lip sneered then he confessed, "I need to make you cum."

She shook her head, both her hand darted and reached back grabbing hold of his hand that gripped her head. 

He disagreed, "Yes." then he drew his hand back from her ass and found the zipper at the hip of her skirt. 

She gasped, "No." She desperately tried to pry away his firm grip of her hair.

His fingers pinched the zipper then started to guide it down. With a broadened grin he stated, "Yes."

"Rosangela," Marcella's voice spoke as the door to the stock room started to open.

He quickly released her, his eyes darted to the door.

Rosangela quickly spun, swiftly drew up the zipper then darted for the door. She grabbed the handle then stopped it from opening any further. "Yeah?" she questioned somewhat out of breath then leaned and peeked out the crack at Marcella. 

Marcella frowned then questioned, "Have you seen, Signore Hardway?" she took notice of Rosangela's flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, and heavy breaths, "His agent has come back with the coffee he asked for."

Rosangela quickly shook her head and lied, "Um, nope, I've been back here." she continued to shake her head, "Yeah, so I have no idea."

"Oh," Marcella said, slightly suspicious then quickly spotted Rosangela's undone blouse.

Rosangela's eyes darted down, saw her exposed red bra. She quickly gathered the blouse closed then laughed followed by lying, "My bra came undone and I was just, you know, fixing it." she awkwardly laughed then rolled her eyes, "Bras."

Marcella nodded but still had her doubts since the author blatantly said Rosangela was the woman on the cover of his book. She took a step back and again nodded, "Okay, I will let you go back to work." 

Rosangela's head bobbed in agreement as she held a big smile then slowly closed the door. She huffed as her shoulders slumped. Her head leaned against the door. She groaned at the author, "Go fetch your fucking coffee." She spun around but slammed back against the door with him firm against her. 

She grumbled, "Dammit."

He coyly grinned, dragged his hand down the length of her arm then wrapped his fingers around her hand. He stated, "I can't go out there," he swiftly delivered her hand against his hard cock issue and confessed, "Not in this condition." 

She whined, felt his firm cock prod her hand through the crotch of his trousers. Another whine, she asked, "And how is that my problem?"

He pressed her hand firmer against his crotch then replied, "Yes, my problem but you caused it."

She gasped in response to the accusation then denied, "Am not!" she tried to pull her hand back but he simply leveraged it firm against his cock then she stated, "It's your fucked up head that caused your problem!"

With a slither he accused, "But your in my head and that caused this problem of mine." 

He released her hand but swiftly undid his belt and fly. He pressed up against her, her hands quickly pushed against his shoulders but his determination was stronger. 

He tucked his hand beneath the waist of his boxers and firmly gripped his cock. With a firm stroke of his own hand he breathed in confession, "I can't count how many times I've jerked off to you." 

Her lips gaped in shock towards his blatant confession. Her wide eyes looked into his, saw a nearly sinister glimmer within the dark brown. She commented, "You're a pervert." 

He chuckled then softly groaned upon firmly stroking the length of his cock. His lips neared hers and he breathed, "I watched that beautiful video over and over and I came over and over every time." 

She stammered, "Yeah, you're definitely a pervert."

He slyly commented, "I know you've likely cum many times thinking of me." he again chuckled followed by another heated groan, "You confessed I used to make you cum when you read my books, imagined me doing so many breathless things to you, hmm." He stroked his cock harder which caused his brow to tense.

His hips instinctively shifted in response to the firm stroke of his cock. His breaths heightened and he urged, "Make yourself cum while I make myself cum."

She shook her head, her eyes locked with his.

He brushed his lips against hers, felt the warmth of her breath. He urged, "Undo your skirt, slip your hand between your legs, and make your pussy cum." 

He licked his lips, heightened the stroke of his cock then commented with a question, "Your pussy is wet, isn't it? You can't deny to me how wet you are right now." 

She again shook her head. 

He again chuckled, amused by her denial, then provoked, "Prove me wrong." he took a deep breath, gripped his cock firmer, then encouraged, "Slip your fingers in your pussy and prove to me they won't be dripping wet." 

She denied, "No, you sicko." 

Again he chuckled, she was desperate to maintain her strength. "Fine," he said then heightened the determined strokes of his cock, "You'll just stand there while I cum." 

He groaned with his lips grinning as his hand worked his cock into a steady pulse. His breaths became heavier as his eyes remained locked with hers. He read her struggle clearly within the blue of her eyes, knew she fought hard against the struggle to cave beneath his wiles. 

He slammed his left hand against the door as he leveraged the other stroking his cock harder and quicker. His quickened breaths breathed against her lips. His hips shifted in rhythm to each firm stroke as his chest heaved and pressed against her slightly exposed tits. 

She remained pinned against the door, felt his body steadily shift against hers and the motion of his cock stroking hand. Her body stiffened as her wide eyes were locked with his, he not once flinched within his determination to cum before her. She struggled to maintain her breaths, desperate to deny that in deed there was a slickness dampening the crotch of her red lace panties. 

Before her eyes the lines between his brows deepened as a tense sneer formed across his lips. God, her brain screamed, he was positively gorgeous when he was about to cum!

He held his breath, felt his cock explode with a final firm stroke of his hand. He leaned against her as he feverishly stroked his finger against the pulse of his cock. He released his breath with a trembled groan. 

Though he had cum many times in her honor throughout those months, that moment with her directly before him was far more gratifying. 

She gave him a quick shove then quickly swung the door open and escaped. She darted to the right with a staggering step, her legs were beyond wobbly. Down the hall she hurried, wanted to get as far from him and anyone else as possible. She reached the adjacent doors at the end then shoved her way into the lady's room. 

The door slammed and she leaned back against it with her breaths erratic. She softly whines for she knew she was beyond turned on. It was almost painful how badly she wanted to stop the throbbing between her trembling thighs. 

Her hand twisted the bathroom door lock then she nearly stumbled from the door and moved to the single sink vanity. Her hands grabbed the edges of the sink as she desperately wanted to ignore that slick begging between her legs. 

She groaned, "Damn him." 

She suddenly grabbed the vanity cabinet door then bent down, reached inside and pulled out a box of small trash bags for the bathroom waste basket. Her face was twisted with desperation mingled with sexual frustration. Her hand gripped and with a jerk pulled a frosted plastic bag from the box.

Several months she not once played with plastic. 

The box was tossed back under the sink and her eyes stared down at the temptation. Her fingers rubbed against the thin plastic as the sexual heat grew within the confines of her throbbing pussy. 

"Fuck it!" she snapped. 

Her hand swiftly jerked down the side zipper of her skirt. The skirt dropped to her ankles then she unraveled the plastic bag. Her breaths grew heavier heaving her chest. She swiftly pulled the plastic bag over her head then grabbed the back of it with her left hand and gathered the plastic until it was firmly pulled back over her face.

She groaned with intoxication as her head titled back. Her lips purposely gaped and she inhaled to only taste and feel the smooth plastic seal. Her free hand swiftly slipped passed the waist of her panties and buried her finger against her severely slick and swollen clit. 

She grunted against the plastic the moment she feverishly worked her finger against her clit. Her hips eagerly shifted as her middle finger tormented and teased her clit. Her left hand tightened her grip of the bag, pulled the plastic, nearly flattening the features of her face. 

Grunt after grunt she panted against the plastic which didn't budge in its firmly tightened paste over her face. Her mind was completely consumed by the suffocation and her pussy's pleasure combined. The growing air starvation in her chest heightened the rising pleasure from her pussy. Her finger stroked and stroked against her clit. Her eyes tightly closed with focus and determination. 

With purpose, she slowed the teasing of her clit, made herself continue to suffocate longer and harder. She grunted with high pitched whines as the slow torment of her clit raised the pleasurable build. Grunt after grunt, her pussy built and built those heavenly layers as her head jerked against the plastic bag. 

Slower she forced her finger as the suffocation intensified. She purposely probed the tip of her tongue against the plastic seal, loved the feel of the tight plastic preventing a single breath. She felt her pussy rapidly pulse as her hips slowly shifted. 

A final slow stroke against her clit and her pussy powerfully exploded in a manner she hadn't felt in all those months. 

Her hand drew back from within her panties and grabbed the sink vanity for leverage. She continued to hold the bag in place as her entire pussy fluttered with intense pulses. 

Finally she released the bag then pulled it from over her head. She leaned against the sink as she heavily breathed. Her eyes shifted and looked at her severely flushed reflection. 

She panted, "Damn him."



Inspiration Ch. 09



DISCLAIMER:

All breath play associated with MY erotic writings are not encouraged to be attempted by those without the proper in depth knowledge and education concerning this fetish. Please, caution, precaution, and trustworthy partners are a MUST but most of all...

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EDUCATION IS KEY!

Saturday arrived with a blast of white.

The cab ride to the bookstore was a bit hectic as a thick snowfall blasted the city and started to blanket the streets. Rosangela arrived about fifteen minutes late, nearly slid on her ass a few times trying to get to the bookstore entrance. 

Once inside, it was obvious that the day would be a slow one with the weather developed outside. She immediately noticed no Marcella but Al was there, he was always there no matter the weather. 

Al looked somewhat anxious as he approached Rosangela who was behind the checkout taking off her snow dusted coat. He announced, "Marcella couldn't make it in due to the weather."

Rosangela looked to her boss then stated, "Yeah, it's getting nasty out there and I'm sorry I'm late." She hung up her coat and started to prep the register. 

Al nodded then said, "It's okay, you made it here safe." his nervous eyes looked out the front window, saw the snow steadily coming down, "Not sure if they're gonna make it."

She paused and glanced at her distressed boss then asked, "Have they called?"

Al shook his head, his eyes focused on the dreadful sign of less dollars.

She commented, "Then I'm sure they'll show."

Al nodded then questioned aloud, "But will the customers?"

She looked to the window, saw the thickening mess of white. 

Within an hour's time, Bob the agent and his client Victor Hardway showed but as Al feared, the customers were very few for the snow seemed to build. 

Rosangela stood behind the checkout with her elbows leaned atop the counter as she stared at the bright white continuing outside the store. There was no traffic with just a slowly passing car here or there. The store was silent with exception to the chit chat in the back from the only three men in the store. She kept herself at the store front, kept her distance from the author.

A few diehard Victor Hardway fans arrived and tracked snow into the store which slightly brightened Al's disappointment. 

Rosangela scooted her rear on a tall stool, listened to the flattery being thickly flung at the author. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled with her shoulders drooped. Her eyes constantly glanced at the mini display of the author's latest book, her image staring back her and taunted her to pick up a copy and read it. 

Her face grimaced at the beckoning book cover. She was intrigued, wanted to know exactly what tale the author wrote evolved around her and those tantalizing fetishes. She was curious if he managed to slip in her unique fetish within those written words. Would he truly dare introduce his readers to the breath play fetish?

"Rosangela," Al's voice came from no where.

She snapped from her thoughts and glazed stare at the book then looked to her boss who seemed so devastated by the weather and its ability to steal away his money. 

Al announced, "We're closing up shop early." He sounded sad.

She nodded then agreed, "Okay," then asked, "When?"

Al checked his watch then replied, "Likely in about an hour." He huffed with annoyance then glared at the weather outside.

She again nodded and agreed, "Sure, no problem." then she slid her rear off the stool and stated, "I'll start restocking."

Al nodded then sighed and left to do his typical closing routine.

She left the check out, the Victor Hardway fan club of three continued on with their flattery and feminine giggles. She started to stroll the aisles, somewhat eyeing the books but more so listened to the continuous chatter mingled with the author's hardy chuckles. 

At the end of an aisle, she couldn't resist an urge to take a gander at what was going on over at the author's signing table. She somewhat leaned and peered around the shelving unit to her right.

There he was, casually seated on the edge of the table with the three erotica groupies before him. She noted, he looked damned good wearing her favorite of his fedoras, charcoal gray with the red band. 

She watched him lay out the charm which was no tedious task because, well, he was Victor Hardway. Her eyes glanced at the three young ladies, all three were all smiles and persistently giggled up a storm. 

She thought to herself, he could easily pick one and be set for the night. Her face slightly grimaced as she added in thought, or all three. She cringed at the thought then leaned back and proceeded to check the aisles. 

Nope, no real need to restock for nobody really came and bought anything except for their star author's book January. She retrieved several new books and replaced the bought books on a swivel rack. She paused before placing the final book on the rack. There was a growing temptation to read the book, she's read all his books. Yet, of course, that particular book was different because she was the inspiration.

Her lips twisted side to side then she made the decision to take advantage of her discount and purchase the latest Victor Hardway erotica. 

She left the swivel rack and returned to the checkout. Almost sneakily she rang up the book, kept her eyes down in focus to ring it up as quickly as possible. She placed the cash in the till, pushed the drawer closed, then quickly spun around to shove the book into her purse.

"Want me to sign it?" Victor's voice questioned.

Rosangela startled and the book dropped to the floor.

The door chimed and the giddy laughter disappeared into snowy outdoors.

Her head turned and she peered over her shoulder to discover the author of the book she just bought standing all smug on the other side of the checkout. She gave him a sarcastic quick smile then bent down to pick up the book.

He leaned forward against the checkout with an amused slanted grin across his lips. His eyes studied her bent position, her ass looked lovely and curvy painted over by the brilliant red of the dress. He commented, "It would be an honor to sign it for you." 

She rose up and shoved the book into her purse.

His eyes scanned her lovely figure enhanced by a quite flattering and well fitted pencil skirt dress accented at the waist by a wide black vinyl belt. He had to slyly compliment, "You look even more inspirational today."

She quietly grumbled in response, "Shut up."

He continued to eye her as she refused to turn around and face him, tried to look busy. He inquired, "Closing early due to the weather, hmm?"

She huffed, annoyed by his persistence to lay his charms out on her as he had with the triplet groupies. She simply stated, "Yes." 

He had to ask, "Need a ride?"

Her shoulders slumped and she again huffed. She turned on her heels with both hands planted on her hips. Her eyes narrowed at him and his damned good looking sly grin. She shook her head and snipped, "No, dammit!"

He chuckled then ended his lean against the checkout. He stepped along the checkout, casually tucked his hands into his pants pockets while his eyes remained on her as she continued to glare at him. He commented, "It's pretty nasty out there." 

He stepped around the edge of the checkout as she turned to keep a suspicious eye on him. His eyes watched her face him and down they scanned, loved the bright red off the shoulder fit of the dress which nicely brought out the ample shape of her tits.  

His eyes lifted and looked into hers then he commented, "I'm betting the cab service won't be catering your needs."

She loudly huffed then nearly growled.

He brought one foot forward then leaned and suggestively stated, "Whatever your needs, allow me to cater to them."

She pointed at the door then commented, "You allowed three very willing women to walk out the door when I'm positive they would've loved to have you cater to their so called needs." 

He slowly shook his head, took another step behind the checkout, then disagreed, "No, because in return, they could never cater to mine."

She started to have the feeling of being cornered and wished Al or that Bob guy would come and put an end to the situation. She took a step back, hated the manner he looked at her for it prodded her to take him up on his offer. 

Yes, she had needs and knew exactly what his needs were. But, the last time needs were being bet, it hadn't ended the manner in which she had secretly hoped.

She shook her head then denied exactly what he suggested, "We tried that already, Mr. Hardway, and in the end, it didn't work out that well for..." she cleared her throat, "Well, it just didn't work out."

He quickly corrected her, "There was no end."

Her eyes frowned in question to his meaning. Out of what she said he commented on 'in the end' which made no sense to her. She believed it had an end, not one she desired but it was an end. Wasn't it?

She shook her head, blinked away the question then grabbed her purse. She pushed her way passed the author then headed straight for, well, an escape. 

Momentarily taken aback by her abrupt departure, again, his expression changed, a seriousness developed. He understood her meaning but in all honesty, only to himself, there was no end. 

Though she walked out, he let her walk out, there was never an end. She seemed to never leave the further he delved into creating the painting and book. She continued to thrive in his mind then the moment the book was finished, he realized his need for her had never ended. 

He quickly followed, had no care if his agent's suspicions about Rosangela were proven correct.

She shoved here way into the lady's room, the last place she had an orgasm. She slammed the door then locked it. Could she stay hidden in there until the store was to close?

She leaned back against the door, not exactly in the same situation as the day before. 

A pounded fist sounded on the door.

She huffed and closed her eyes. 

Why was he pursuing her so damned hard? 

She shifted on her heels, unlocked the door then swung it open to come face to face with temptation. She awkwardly glanced at him, he was far too quiet. Her eyes frowned with question, didn't understand the seriousness of his expression. 

He blinked, his eyes focused on her. With an odd tone, seemingly sincere, he urged, "Allow me to take you home."

Her eyes shifted from him and glanced down the hallway. She again looked to him then asked, "Why?"

The seriousness about his expression didn't fade. Inside he faced the reality of her importance but refused to verbally state it, then he replied, "Why not?"

She took a deep breath then slowly exhaled. Her eyes reluctantly looked into his and her head slowly shifted side to side. How could she set herself up again for another bout of disappointment in herself?

He refused to take no for an answer. If he didn't again get his hands on her and be gifted the wondrous and unique inspiration she plagued him with, he would likely go mad. 

He took a step forward and penetrated his eyes down into hers. He wished he could understand the depth of expression within the bright blue of her eyes, pick through and understand each one. Those expressions were so blended that it made it impossible for him to read.

Her breaths heightened, the intensity of determination within his dark eyes raised a type of dysfunctional excitement. He was the predator after all and she was always the prey but the circumstances had switched. She no longer had control of his predator instincts and barely had control of her prey flight instincts. In fact, she sensed she had nearly unconsciously set herself to be trapped.

Again he stepped forward, his hands grabbed the door frame. His eyes burned with deeper penetration within hers, witnessed the distinct flex of her pupils. He listened to the sound of her heightened breaths. In his mind he heard her words from months ago, 'Fuck me how I want to be fucked!'. 

Her eyes widened, saw the intense expression over the features of his face heighten the handsomeness. He was always remarkable to look at in all those black and white artful portraits within his books. But face to face, there was nearly not a word to describe how damned glorious he was. 

Her heels were nearly glued to the bathroom floor as he took another step forward, his body pushed against hers. 

His hands dropped from the door frame, she took a step back. Again, she was heightening her trapped situation, no escape for he blocked the door. 

One heel scraped back against the floor as he leaned into her. She knew the moment he worked his way over the bathroom threshold there was nothing to stop an instant explosion of obvious sex. Yet, would that explosion return to an unsettling aftermath?

He took another step forward followed by another which forced her to step backwards. 

The purse dropped from one and as the other released the door and it started to close. With a shake of her head she protested, "No." She wasn't going to play naive, knew exactly what he was about to make happen. 

The door clicked closed which caused her chest to flutter.

His hand reached back towards the door, his fingers found the lock and with a twist it clicked.

She again protested but weakly, "No."

She said no but what brightened the blue within her wide eyes was a desiring yes. He lifted his hands and brought then gently against the sides of her neck. His eyes held hers, wanted to see the truth as he urged, "Tell me, Rosangela, what transpired in here yesterday that sounded so beautiful, hmm."

A lump built in her throat, she swallowed hard against it. The touch of his hands sent a jolt of sexual electricity which traveled and struck between her thighs. 

He leaned and brought his lips against her ear. Deeply he inhaled, took in the soft scent of her subtle floral perfume. He heard her every deep breath and felt the heat breathe against the side of his face. 

He whispered with encouragement, "Tell me, please, what I provoked you to do in here."

Her eyes closed, his whispery voice triggered her arousal shooting to another level. There was nothing more stimulating than questions and more so when they were spoken by his heavenly vocals. 

As his hands slid down over her exposed collarbones, he dragged his lips very lightly from her ear and down the slope of her neck. The heated flush of her skin felt against his lips. 

He gave his assumption of her previous day's actions within those very walls of the bathroom and stated, "You made yourself cum by breathlessness, didn't you?" 

Yes she did, that's what she did. She bagged herself for the first time in those several months and provoked herself to cum harder than she had all those previous mediocre times. 

She felt a tremble strike her body in response to the slid of his hands against her heaving tits. Her head bobbed and from her a surprising but simple confession, "Yes."

His lips formed a satisfied grin then they grazed back up the slope of her neck and returned against her ear. Intrigued and aroused, he inquired, "How many times have you breathlessly cum throughout these long six months?"

Her head shook and she again surprised herself giving a response, "That was the first."

His grin broadened, sensed immediately that she was unable to breathlessly cum all that time without his assistance. He slyly questioned, "And why is that?"

Her body again trembled, his hands moved down against her hips then slid down against the sides of her thighs. She deeply inhaled, afraid to confess the truth. A slight tense cringe tightened her body, his fingers started to work upward the hem of her dress. 

He knew her answer and gave it, "Because you lacked inspiration." he drew her dress hem higher, "You need inspiration and yesterday I gave it to you." then he gave his own confession, "Just as you inspired me. Last night," he heavily breathed, the hem of her dress reached her hips, "Alone with my inspired thoughts of you, I again came."

Why, she screamed in head, why him? Why did every descriptive word that he spoke make her want him? Was it because they weren't the written word but words spoke by his glorious voice and melody? 

His head turned and lips grazed along her cheek. The back of his right hand fingers brushed across her thigh and with a twist of his fingers the first garter was undone, her body shuddered. His left hand undid the other front garter then both hands moved to the back of her thighs and with ease both back garters were undone. 

He dragged his hands up the back of her thighs then tucked them beneath the gathered dress hem. He buried his hands beneath the waist of her panties then his fingers firmly gripped the underside of her plump ass cheeks. Her body again shuddered.

She felt nearly helpless, her body persistently trembled with each of his actions. And the growth of arousal between her thighs made her further helpless against each of his precise actions. 

Her eyes opened and aimed at the vanity sink. The memory of her solo play filled her mind. A visual developed, a fantasy where he was the one who firmly suffocated her with the bag from under the sink.

His lips neared hers as his eyes noticed hers peering to her right. His eyes glanced at the vanity sink then he asked, "Is that where you bagged yourself for the first time in six months?"

She shakily nodded as her breaths steadily grew heavier.

His grin formed that mischievous perk at the left corner as his eyes remained focused with inspiration at the simple vanity sink. His lips motioned against the corner of her mouth as he urged, "Tell me, Rosangela, that you want me to fuck you as you truly desire to be fucked." 

Her eyes shifted with slight hesitance then met his eyes. Very slowly her head nodded as she nearly whispered, "I want you to fuck me," she paused, took a deep breath then finished, "Suffocate me while you fuck me."

His grin held firm, he stated, "Give me a bag and I'll do as you desire." His hands slipped from her panties.

She gave a nod then stepped her right. Her breaths were erratic as she moved to the vanity sink.

He shifted on his leather shoes as he undid the buckle of his belt then pulled the belt from belt loops of his trousers. He stepped towards her as she slightly crouched and opened the vanity cabinet. Behind her, he undid the fly and zipper of his trousers and listened to the sound of a plastic bag being removed from a box. 

He felt the flinch of his cock as it hardened with anticipation. For months he wanted nothing more than to bring her again into breathless ecstasy. 

Her eyes momentarily eyed the bag in her grasp then shifted and looked into the mirror seeing his looming reflection behind her. There was no turning back, her pussy beyond convinced her she couldn't if she wanted to. 

His eyes locked with hers within the reflection of her flushed face then he ordered with a calm tone, "Put your hands on the sink." He reached around her and stole the bag from her hand then watched her grip the edges of the sink.

Her eyes locked with his, she listened to the delectable sound of the bag being unraveled. Her eyes flinched wider the moment the bag came into view behind her in the reflection. She deeply inhaled, instinctively knew it would be a time before fresh air would fill her anticipating lungs. 

Her eyes watched as he leaned, brought the open bag above her head as one of his hands held his belt. She held that deep breath as she listened and felt the bag be lowered over her head. Her pussy pulsed and was instantly slick. 

The bag around her head, he leaned and pressed against her as he worked the looped belt down to the base of her neck, his hard cock prodded against her rear. He gripped the end of the belt and drew it back until the loop tightened and sealed the bag around her neck. The belt held firm, he tugged down her panties with his left hand exposing her lush round rear.




Inspiration Ch. 09



She held her excited breath but quickly released it the moment she felt his hand brush under her ass then move between her thighs. She slowly inhaled and again held her breath, he very slowly inched two fingers into her slicked pussy.

His grin continued, felt the heated juices of her pussy coat his penetrated fingers, he commented, "Very hot and very wet." His fingers slowly withdrew then again penetrated and felt her pussy anxiously pulse followed by her hips shifting. 

Her eyes focused on the mirror though through the frosted bag the image was blurred. Her breaths were controlled, slow inhales and exhales. She felt her breaths heat the air within the bagged confinements, each breath the air grew staler and moist. The bag softly sang with each inhale and exhale.

His eyes focused, watched closely within the mirrored reflection her every breath displayed through the motion of the bag. He eased the rhythm of his fingering with the motion of the bag and felt her hips also ease into the same patterned rhythm. His eyes focused, watched closely how the bag gradually caved more and more around her head with every inhale.

The fingering of her pussy was raised which triggered her breaths to quicken. She felt every brush of plastic with each inhale. The air was heavy within those plastic confines, moisture built over the plastic walls and was felt with each plastic kiss against her skin. Then within an inhale the first full plastic kiss pressed against her slightly gaped lips, she groaned.

He slid his fingers from her slick pussy then ordered, "Finger your clit." 

Her left hand tightly gripped the edge of the sink then her right shakily released then moved between her thighs and found her slick clit. She groaned as the pad of her middle finger circularly motion against the swollen clit.

Within seconds his cock was freed and he pressed behind her. With a twist of his wrist he wrapped the belt one time to tighten the seal around her neck. His left hand reached and firmly gripped her bared left shoulder then forward he thrust. He nearly trembled the moment his cock was coated by her hot juices within the nicely fitted depths of her pussy. 

She gasped, the bag fluttered against her lips. 

Six months and she hadn't forgotten how perfect his cock felt thrust inside her. She anxiously shifted, pressed herself back against him as he again thrust deep. Over and over she gasped as the air was nearly nonexistent, the plastic hugged over her features with every inhale. Her eyes rolled and fluttered in response to the long desired sensations he delivered. There was not one moment of solo play, even the previous day, that compared to having another involved.

Nothing compared to the moment another pair of hands slipped a bag over her head. No vibrator or dildo could compare to the sensation of a man's flesh and blood cock thrusting between her thighs. And there was no comparison when she was able to allow another to take control, she relinquishing all control was truly the ultimate rush. She could focus on everything.

She had no need to seal the bag on her own, someone else was given the control to remove it. With relinquished control she simply could indulge in the deepest depths of her love of suffocation and sexual gratification at the same time with no hindrance of any kind. Her desire for complete breathlessness was given by another and she was given the gift of complete surrender to the ultimate pleasure. Exactly why she lost her desire for solo play.

His thrusts quickened as his eyes held their focus on the miraculous image of her face painted over by the tightening seal of frosted plastic. The transition of the colors were nearly artful, the moisture within the bag as it pressed against her skin gave bursts of color visible through the barely clear plastic. 

His breaths heightened as he listened to her begin to grunt against the gag of plastic, saw the lovely visual of her parted lips sucking the plastic between them with each attempted inhale. His brow tensed, felt his cock throb with each thrust. 

Six months and he hadn't felt his cock that engorged. Six damned months and his attempts to fuck other women left him only wanting to fuck her, his inspirational muse, Rosangela.

The belt was tugged, her head arched back as her mouth was wide and sealed by the plastic, air denied. Her finger worked her clit, felt the pulsation inside and out along with those of his cock. She felt her body eagerly rock frontward then backward to drive his cock deep. Her grunts were continuous, felt her pussy rushing towards that explosive edge. 

A firm press against her clit and deep thrust from his cock, her pussy exploded reminiscent to six months prior. Her body stiffened in response to the instant ripple of pleasure that expanded from her pussy outward. She nearly choked on the pent up desire to scream her pleasure but held it back. 

He continued to thrust, the moment she came it pushed him closer to his long desired edge. His lips sneered as he focused and thrust harder and deeper. His left hand kept a tight grip of her shoulder as the other refused to relinquish its grip of the belt leash. Her suffocation continued which pushed him closer and closer. 

Her right hand quickly reached up in effort to pry against the tightened belt loop, her body begged for air. Her limbs tingled as her head spun causing her eyes to roll. Her heart pounded inside her starved chest then it was felt.

He drove himself inside her and his cock exploded. Both hands released their grips and grabbed onto her hips as he leaned forward. He held his breath and fought back a loud groan.

Her hand rushed, loosened the belt loop then jerked the bag from over her head. She gasped, inhaled over and over the ease of fresh air. Her head lowered then she propped arms against the sink and rested down her head. Her entire body trembled as the fresh air pushed back the tingling. She heavily breathed, eyes closed as she felt her pussy pulse with satisfaction as his cock pulsated inside. 

He leaned more against her, rested the side of his face against her back. He breathed, "Let me take you home."

She sluggishly nodded then panted, "Okay."