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Entangled

By: VivianeGreen



Now I know what it is to be entangled. It means to be tangled up in your own frustrated desire: a sad joy. Not bittersweet, two emotions dissolving into each other, but two emotions entangled: both whole and solid. I was in a seven-year relationship with a man at the time. I could neither admit nor seek sexual fulfillment.

When I met Lucia I met someone entirely new. She completely amazed and astounded me. She told me how impressed she was with my accomplishments when I thought they were nothing. She told me I was beautiful, she hugged me every chance she got. I knew it was just her: the way she is with her friends. She says such intimate things to everyone. She stands that close to everyone. She whispers so close to her friend's ears. I never met a person who was in such intimacy with the world. 

I wanted my heart to wake up like her's, my mind to stretch like her's, my bitterness to dissolve. I wanted wonder at her age, even again at mine. But still, the magic falls a little short of that. She makes me sort of uncomfortable sometimes, when she says such intense things to me. Especially when her husband is right there. Or if she whispers in my ear, and can he see me panic? Can he see that I am afraid he'll think something of it, when I don't act that way with people? 

"My husband is going out of town," she says. "I'll be lonely. Come on over if you can." She never makes me feel like our age difference makes her opinions superior. She carries 50 like it's the status quo; her short salt and pepper hair like it's the latest fashion. She's standing two inches away from me, smiling to make it warm the way she always does. It's a lie. She'll never be lonely: not someone like her, drawing everyone closer, making us all feel like the only person in her world. I know what she means: a movie, a discussion, maybe some wine. 

Definitely not, "come over and do all those things you want to me. All those things you know my husband is good enough to do, but you want to anyway." 

"I will." I know I will make time for her, anytime. Just to feel her touch my hand is more intimacy than I've ever had with anyone. How can I miss that chance?

She greets me with that same warm smile. I know hospitality is something in her bones. Her apartment is so warm it feels like someone's home and not just a place to stay. Everything is so clean and polished, all the colors and shapes in sync, like she had a decorator come in, when I know it was probably just her sense that everything fits together, if you know how to make it. I used to think that maybe a sense like that would come with age—she does have almost 30 years on me—but now I realize it's just her.

"Sit down." How can she make an offer sound like a command? She's in charge of lots of things: always taking control so easily.

I sit on the couch and she follows, so close to me our thighs are touching: her's bare under that short, tight black skirt. Mine covered in thick jeans that I now regret. She could have chosen the chair right next to the couch—could have sat away from me—but she chooses to sit right up against me. She takes my hand in hers. I know that if I don't look at her, force myself to look serious, she'll know how I feel, but if I look in her eyes too hard she'll know how I feel there too. I have to work so hard not to reveal my feelings, so I'm lucky she seems so oblivious. "So, you want to know about Portugal." She knows I do, though I didn't exactly say that in my emails. I can't get away from it. 

"If you are comfortable talking about it." As she begins to recount the tales of her childhood in another country, she moves her hand from mine. She places it on my thigh, and the other on my shoulder.

She's talking into me now. I'm used to it with her: she burns her words into people. 

"You're new to me," I say. "A person like you is new to me: so free, so open, so alive. You're not of my world."

She blushes. Why is she so humble when she's so much of the way, the truth and the light? She burns so brightly—the sparks of God were never brighter than when lit by the spark of her soul. I know that if I really knew her I'd be embers, but I am her scorched moth: hoping she will revive me so that I can burn again. And I should run, but I can't. Her very friendship is too much. I should not be on the same continent. 

I chalk her close talking; close standing up to being from a Latin culture. That is, until she's rested her tiny body on top of my lap. Her movements were so slow. She's a swan. Every moment closer so graceful, as if it were something she'd always done. Sit next to me; put her hands on me, climb on top of me: just lift her legs an swing her body forward as if I were an old chair. Her fiery amber-chestnut eyes never moved from mine. 

"Uh, Lucia?"

"Yes?" Her tone reveals nothing. Her thin lips are some how closer to mine than they were 30 seconds ago. 

"I can't help but notice that you're straddling my lap...and...uh...why?"

"Because I want to...and you want me to." The truth sounds like a curse and a blessing falling from her mouth. She knows my truth, speaks it and imprisons me. Her right hand is on my shoulder, creeping down my low cut top, and over my plump breasts, threatening to find my swollen pink nipples, which stretch the fabric that covers them. 

Her left is idly stroking my neck until she manages to get me to arch it.

"No I don't." I answer. Another of my truths. One she didn't count on. "I don't because you're married...and if we start, if I put my hands on you, I swear it, Lucia. I swear to God I won't be able to stop." 

My hands are clasped tightly at my sides; knuckles white, nails digging sharply into my flesh, and I can walk away. 

She needs to get up and I can walk away from her.

She's the first person I can see myself giving everything to, the first I can see myself making love to. But I can still walk away.

She brings her lips to my ear, brushing so lightly against it: "my husband said he's fine with it." 

I close my eyes. I'm holding on by a thread. "Are you sure you want to?" 

Her tongue runs up my exposed neck. "Yes."

Half way through her answer my lips furiously seek hers. My hands are under her firm, round ass, pulling her to me. I don't kiss her as hard as I want to. I caress her tongue, dance with her. My hands unbutton her blouse, sweeping over her petite and perky breasts. Her taut nipples strain so hard against it. I can tell she is wearing a bra by the way her flesh felt under the fabric. I lift it over her flat stomach, taking my time to graze every inch of smooth, caramel flesh. She helps by lifting her arms, taking the uplifted shirt from me and throwing it somewhere to the right.

She used the strings of my heart and tied me fast. Then she lit the ends of the strings—bbecause I begged her to—and soon the flames will devour me.

We kiss and nibble on every inch of skin we can reach, until I've had enough and tilt her back so I can lick her breasts from underneath to the aureole and, pinch her nipples before I take them gently in my mouth. 

She moans so guttural; from way down inside—practically purrs—and it's ecstasy.

"Fuck me," she commands and begs, her arousal coursing through her words. "I want you to fuck me really hard." I didn't know her voice could get so deep. It almost sounds masculine to her otherwise gentle feminine tone. I don't have to answer her. She knows I will do anything for her. I just stare in her eyes and she knows it's confirmation. 

She has to stand up so I can unzip her tight skirt and pull her panties down over her slim, smooth legs. I do so with fever; and with even more fever I shove three of my fingers as far inside of her as they will go. This elicits a very loud moan, followed by equally primal ones as I circle her clit with my thumb, and pull my fingers towards me, my mouth finding every inch it can: licking and sucking her neck, her ears, her breasts, everywhere I can think of. And she's not holding back from acknowledging the pleasure. She has not one ounce of self-consciousness to restrain her.

I bite her neck to release some of the tension brought on by such a strong desire. She seems to rather enjoy the biting, as she moans and presses tighter against me. She's so fucking wet and hot it's amazing! Her warm, tight cunt is soaking my fingers. I tell her so: tell her how good she feels.

My other hand's on the back of her neck, so when I come up I can bring her mouth to mine faster. I fuck her deep and hard per her ques, pulling most of the way out before slamming back it as hard as I can without becoming afraid to hurt her. 

She's fucking my fingers too, moving her hips like they're on fire. Her gorgeous naked body is dancing on my lap. I'm panting and moaning like crazy, like her: it's too much, all this heat, all this need I've kept back from myself. I release my denial, all of it, on her.

"Oh God" I say in a voice I don't recognize, completely lost in it, "Oh God, oh God." Let it go—let it all go—everything that made it seem holy to lie to myself. Break it down. Wake up the person who knows and does what's right, instead of lying to herself and denying herself wholeness. Wake up that person who takes what she wants so gently you'll left thankful that she did.

"More!" Blaring her fiery eyes into my own. I give her another finger and fuck her harder. Every time she moans there's another dam bursting in my cunt. My clit's so full of blood it hurts like needles shooting through it. 

My thumb plays with her clit, tapping it, barely touching it then coming closer. My fingers burn from the fire in her perfect cunt. The ridges inside of her are making my own cunt pulsate. Finally I can't take anymore. I need to hear and feel her cum. I stop teasing her clit, lift the hood a little and circle it gently but firmly for a few minutes, and she lays her head on my shoulder, and purrs a defeated "oh God" herself just before she cums.

I slowly remove my fingers from her pussy and she moans at the loss. "It's ok sweetheart," I whisper, "I'm not done. It's just time to move to the bedroom."

She doesn't say anything, she's still coming down: panting more and more shallowly. I lift her up and take her to her bedroom just a few feet away. I lay her head on the softest pillow and look at her all laid out. Her creamy skin calls to me, as do her full yet small breasts and her silken thighs. 

I crawl between her legs and lick her inner thighs. She moans in approval. She wants to take my hand but after I fuck her with my tongue it's going back in her cunt, so I deny her this. I put off taking her clit in my mouth for as long as I can stand, preferring to tease as long as possible without completely frustrating her. The vanilla scent of her pussy is overwhelming: grabbing me, pulling me towards goodness, light and truth.

My tongue flicks lightly across her clit, her inner labia, and the bottom of her vagina. Then I move to lightly bite her thighs again. "Please..." she begs in a low voice. "Please..." 

"Shh. I promise I will." Then it's back to flicking my tongue around everywhere but her clit, then it's in her vagina as far as I can get it, fucking her for a moment. She tastes so fucking good I can almost cum from that alone. 

And finally I take her clit in my mouth and lick rapidly around it, up and down and side to side and in circles, bringing my fingers back to fuck her hard while I focus my tongue on her clit: a little pressure, a lot, a very, very light flicker across, a vacuum of my mouth and my tongue lightly licking, over and over until the tension builds up so much her body is stretched to the limit, knuckles white, head moving side to side like she can barely take anymore. I lick her straight through that long orgasm—her shaking and her screaming orgasm—and onto and through the next.

She commands me to strip and lay on the bed with her. "I need to taste you." 

She crawls on top of me, her head in my cunt, bringing her cunt down over my lips. Her tongue can dance like her hips. "When can your husband go out of town next?" I eagerly ask.

Just then there's the sound of the key in the door. She jumped so fast I knew something was wrong. "Everyone has shackles," she says, quickly. "Now get out of here before my husband sees you!" 

Entangled



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, and an exploration of fantasy. I hope you enjoy. Comments, critiques and stars are appreciated. 

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Emily raised an eyebrow, "Do you consider yourself Dominant, Richard?"

I nodded, "Yes, it's where I'm comfortable; being in charge, setting the pace, the mood. I'm not sure about ropes and whips and pain, I really don't have much experience with that stuff. What about you?"

Her eyes kind of glowed at the mention of ropes, but she lowered her eyes, a bit before raising them up to meet mine.

"I'm a submissive at heart," she said, "I also admit to enjoying the rougher things."

"By the way your eyes lit up at the words ropes and whips," I teased, "I kinda figured."

"Well it's not all that I am," she smiled over her glass at me, then lifting an eyebrow "Tell me, Richard, you have any place to be tonight?"

"No place really," I stated, with a tight twist in my gut, "Are you fixing on getting amorous?"

"What do you think?" she asked, putting her glass on the coffee table.

For the first time in a long time, I let my actions speak before my mouth, and I leaned into her and kissed her tenderly. She kissed back and opened her mouth and let her tongue drift along my lips. I deepened the kiss pressing into her, my beard tickling her chin as our tongues touched and entwined.

She lifted her hands behind my shoulders, and pulled me closer and I wrapped my arms around her back. As we kissed, I slid my hands down and under her pert bottom. I leaned down into and pressed her into the sofa. She pulled me close to her, letting her legs slide around my thighs as we kissed. 

I was just starting to enjoy myself with her under me, when she moved her hands from behind my shoulders to the front of my chest. She pressed back, a strong push, as we broke our kiss. She blinked slowly, then looked up into my eyes.

"How do you feel about long hot baths?" She asked with a smile.

"Big fan," I said, a bit breathlessly.

"The bathroom is down the hall, I'll go start the water, if..." she started.

"If..." I replied shifting back from leaning over her and wondering what was coming next.

"You need to go down to the basement and get the black duffle bag and bring it with you. It's right next to the door."

I shrugged, "Okay, no problem. But what is in the duffle bag?"

"Ropes, a vibrator, other things." she drifted off, almost shyly.

I grinned slightly, and blushed a bit, "I might need help with the knots, I've never really done anything with ropes."

"Well, we'll see," she said and slipped from the sofa with feline grace and strode down the hall, "Don't dally long Richard."

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When I first saw her, she was sitting innocuously a few seats down and looked over at me and smiled. I'd never seen her before, which was strange, because I'm sure I would have remembered her. She was dressed casually in jeans and a black turtleneck top that with sleeves that ended at her elbows. She wore diamond earrings with her shoulder length hair tucked behind her ears, the only other piece of jewelry was a single ring on her right ring finger. Her makeup was tastefully understated. Her neat and simple look set her apart from the regular Munch attendees that usually wore their kinks on the sleeves with tattoos, piercings and garish jewelry. 

As my gaze lingered, I was a bit surprised when she got up to come sit with me. My focus lowered to her midriff as she stood which teasingly exposed a toned abdomen. Her lips curved in a slim smile as she walked over with a practiced grace that only made her seem more alluring. She was shortish, but not short. Not skinny, but fit, her movement betrayed years of athletics. She had brown hair that danced around her shoulders like a curtain. Her breasts were small, maybe b-cups, but on her frame they were just perfect. If I'd seen her before, I would have remembered.

"You're a troublemaker, sir," she said as she slid next to me, leaning in close..

The thing about Munches is the people are fairly comfortable with being close to others, so it wasn't rare for strangers to slide up to a stranger and share a secret whisper, giggle a bit then wander off to someone else. It's part of the culture, I'd found these slight casual points of intimacy, followed by an empty space a few moments later strangely comforting.

"Bah," I replied, "I'm a bit grumpy this morning. Just felt like stirring the waters a bit."

She slid her hand under my arm, and reached for my hand, entwining her fingers casually, but giving my stomach a flip flop with her casual intimacy. 

"Yes, I enjoy seeing them get riled up over something so trivial." she countered leaning into my shoulder.

"Ah, but see," I enjoined, "to them the whims of the characters in The Song of Ice and Fire isn't trivial. Which is why they are easy to rile. Just don't bring up Christian Grey."

She drew back from me as if I told her I had the black plague, he eyes narrowing in disgust.

"You don't like those books?" she asked the disgust dripping from her words and almost palpable in her posture.

"Never read 'em, so I don't have an opinion one way or another." I countered, casually, trying not to drive her away, "But ask any of them, and they'll go on, and on, and on."

"I'll consider sitting with you, if you vow, right now, that you'll never touch those ..." she couldn't even speak the words.

"Deal," I quickly said, clinging inside to anything that would keep her close and talking to me.

She slid back beside me, leaning into my shoulder and reattached her fingers to mine.

"You scared me for for a moment," she laughed, "I had you pegged for someone with a keen intellect, and I'm rarely a poor judge of such things."

We quieted down and enjoyed the closeness of just being in each others space. We watched the others at the table take sides, and battlelines were drawn. The arguments grew heated, turning a bit rambunctious as they insults started to flow. I felt a bit bad at causing the disagreement and heated language. I released the younger lady's hand and stood up abruptly.

"My god, Who cares! It's really not such a big deal, they are characters in a book, for fucks sake. I'm sorry I ever said anything." I wheeled on my heel and walked away from the table, and around the corner, just wanting to get clear of the noise. 

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After she had gone down the hallway to the bathroom, I exhaled and pushed my hand through my hair, wondering a bit what I'd gotten myself into, then I stood up from the sofa and walked back through the kitchen and looked for a door to the basement. After finding the pantry and the water heater, I struck gold on the third door, and found a set of stairs. I flipped on the light switch and stepped down the steep narrow staircase.

I got to the bottom, and looked around. There were various things strung around the room, an old steel framed bed with a twin sized mattress. Rows of ropes hung from the wall. There was a workbench with many drawers, some various bondage implements were scattered on the top. 

I looked a bit closer and the floor was studded with folding tie-down spots, neatly embedded in the concrete floor. The ceiling was similarly arrayed with eyebolts, and even an industrial chain hoist. There were various benches and tables lined up neatly along the side of the large room, and the light was stark from a couple of single light bulbs, casting long shadows into the corners of the room.

"Whoa," I said outloud, "a dungeon."

I'd heard of such things, but had never really thought it was anything more than bragging. Do people really enjoy being tied up, whipped, tortured? I felt a chill run up my spine as I remembered why I was down here and looked for a black duffle bag. The promises of her kisses were overriding the uneasy sense that I might be a bit over my head. I found the bag, and picked it up. It was heavy, substantial. It felt serious, like a professional kit, or something a SWAT team would take with them to carry gear to a scene.

With a deep breath, and carried the bag back up to the main floor, and found my way to the hallway that Emily had vanished into. I paced down the hallway and heard the sound of water and reached for the door handle to open it.

The room was lit by candles, the large tub filling and the warm steamy feel of the room was palpable. Emily was naked, her back to me and bent over lighting a candle on a shelf behind the tub. Her body was flawless, fit, trim, muscular. He bottom round and firm, her hair pulled back into a simple pony tail that flung around as she turned to see me come in.

"Oh I see you found it." she smiled putting the candle lighter down.

"Umm, yeah," I said, then paused, "... and a few other things?"

"Oh?" she asked curiously, not at all embarrassed that I'd found her dungeon, "What do you think?"

I ran my finger through my hair and exhaled, then looked up at her, "I think I'm in a bit over my head, I'm not much one for inflicting pain."

She smiled, and slid across the room to me, "I enjoy pain, it's true," she said, "but it's not all that I am."

I dropped the duffle bag and pulled her back to me. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew I wanted to pull her close and feel her against me. I leaned down and kissed her lips, and ran my hands down her flanks to her bottom, and cupped the round firm cheeks and squeezed as she kissed me back.

She pulled back and asked, "Do you like my ass, Richard?"

I nodded, and spoke huskily "Yes." before pulling her back to me and kissing again.

I reached my hand up and cupped one of her small pert breasts, and squeezed firmly, my fingertips pulling at her hardened nipples.

She slunk back with a hiss of arousal then pulled her hand up and grabbed mine with surprising strength, pushing it away from her breast.

"Richard?" she asked, lifting her eyes to mine, not retreating and not advancing.

"Yeah?" I asked my eyebrow raised in curiousity.

"Do you mind if I top from the bottom a bit? Ask for things?" she asked with a small voice.

"No, actually I'd like it if you helped me find out where I'm comfortable."

"I'd like you to tie my arms behind me, it's called a box tie." she said, turning around and placing her arms behind her above the small of her back, wrists against her elbows.

I pulled a length of rope from the duffle bag, and ran it through my fingers. It was a sturdy nylon, with some teeth to the round edges, flexible but with little stretchiness. I was familiar with some nautical knotting techniques from my time in the Navy, so it felt familiar in my hands. I doubled the line and pulled the ends through and then laid the bight of the line around her wrist and wrapped the doubled line around her opposite forearm. Pulling the line through and securing it with a knot, I pulled the length across her forearms and wrapped another loop through the center,,secured it with a half hitch, then finished with another wrapping around her opposite wrist and elbow. 

"There." I said simply and let go of her arms. 

She pulled with her arms, the sinewy musculature of her shoulders rippling as she tested the knots, then relaxed with her shoulders pulled back. I looked at her in the mirror and saw how her arched shoulders presented her small breasts nicely. Her nipples had become hard as rocks as I had secured her arms. I lifted my eyes to hers in the mirror and saw her feline like grin.

"Very good. Richard," Emily said with a grin, "Do you like the way my ass looks?"

I let my eyes drift down past her bound arms lying horizontally at the small of her back, then shifted to the curve of her round bottom. She wriggled her bottom and leaned into the counter a bit as if offering it to me. I slid my hand over the smooth skin, then pulled my hand back and smacked one cheek firmly, and lifted my eyes back to the mirror.

I heard her gasp and her head flipped around as she moaned from the sting of the slap, her eyes found mine for a moment, before I lowered my own to focus back on her bottom. I shifted my hand and swatted the other cheek, a bit harder. I saw the flesh redden under my fingertips then her feet shifted simultaneously with another breathy gasp. 

She settled against the counter and asked is a soft voice, "Was I bad, Richard?"

"You teased me all damn day," I said looking back up to her as my hands rubbed her bottom, becoming familiar with their curves.

"I had to!" she said with a light voice, "you kept walking away!"

"What made you set your sights on me." I asked lifting my hands to her bound arms and lifting. Raising her arms stressed her shoulders and levered her body further over the sink.

Exhaling a bit at the new strain on her shoulders, Emily said, "It was whimsy to start, then as we talked more, I liked the way you thought and figured you were worth a chance."

I looked down at her, bent over the bathroom counter, her legs spread her ass to accessible and lowered to my knees to kiss and nibble on her bottom.

"So you're a bit of a sapiosexual?" I asked as I kissed and bit at her round cheeks.

"I suppose," she laughed bent into the backsplash, "dullards bore me."

I grinned at that remark and leaned over to grab more rope. I figured I could do something to keep her in this position, then find something new to apply to her backside. I wasn't sure what, exactly, but I figured I'd find something in the duffle bag to try. So I stood up and looped the line through the center wrapping between her elbows and pulled it up tight. I looked up and pulled the line around a lamp above the mirror, doubled it over and pulled some tension, lifting her arms up and applying more tension to her shoulders.

"That should keep you... positioned." I said in a low confident voice then pinched her bottom and moved to the duffle bag and bent over and started searching through it.

I heard her say, "Keep me my ass," as I had my back turned and heard some sounds of scuffling behind me. I smiled to myself sure that she was just testing my work. I found a nice leather handled flogger, with sturdy leather straps bundled at one end, and pulled it from the bag and turned around. I found her standing on the counter, the rope I had tied lying slack from the lamp and still connected to her bound arms behind her back.

"Silly man." she said with a mischievous smile

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After I abruptly walked away from the breakfast Munch, I sat down at the coffee counter near the entrance and waved to have a refill. I barely had time to sip on my fresh cup of java before my new shadow walked over and sat beside me.

"I can't believe you just walked away," Emily said smiling, "I don't think it changed the conversation much, though."

"Meh, I don't much care for the drama of it, let 'em bicker, if that's what they want," I grumbled, "I got tired of listening to them yammer. Besides, it's easier to talk with you out here where it's quieter."

She nodded and leaned against me, and looked up at me, "So, what do you do, Mr. Dark and Broody?"

"I mostly tug on Superman's cape," I deadpanned, "when I'm not saving damsel's that think they don't need saving."

She laughed lightly, "You know, that's like a perfect picture of me."

I looked over at her, a good excuse to let my eyes drift up and down her trim form, "Huh, you don't look very cape like."

She slapped my shoulder lightly, "I mean, I don't think I need saving."

I raised an eyebrow and caught her eye, "I'll have to add you to my agenda."

I got up and reached around for my wallet to pay the tab, and slipped my Visa card over to the waitress. My new friend looked up at me a slight frown on her face.

"Are you leaving me, handsome?"

That sorta put me back a bit, because handsome is one of the last words I'd use to describe myself. I'm not ugly, I know that, but I carry a bit too much weight around my belly than I'm comfortable with. But her voice didn't betray any hint of sarcasm, and that left me momentarily speechless. 

"Got a bunch of family stuff to do today," I explained honestly when the words returned, "kids gotta be places and do things."

"Oh, you're married then?"

"Nope, not any more," I replied as I signed the receipt for my breakfast. 

Before I was able to turn and leave, my new friend grabbed my wrist and the pen I'd just used and wrote a phone number on the back of my palm, and then the name 'Emily'' in a neat steady hand. 

"Call or text me, handsome," she smiled, then moved back to the group, "I like the cut of your jib."

"It's Richard," I said, as she walked away, "not handsome."

"Okay, handsome Richard!" she sang back looking over her shoulders as she walked back to the group and shot me a dazzling smile.

I just shook my head and walked out the door smiling, making sure to put her number in my phone before I started my car and drove away.

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I looked up at her and placed the flogger on the countertop next to her feet. "Well crap, how did you get up there? and more importantly how can I get you back down?"

She looked down at me, then past me to the flogger, "Do you want to flog me?" she said with an even voice.

"Yeah," I admitted, "I'd like to learn how to do it right, and you seem like you're willing to teach me."

She edged forward on the counter, and leaned down a bit, "Hold my hips, and help me down please?"

I reached up and supported her weight and eased her back to the ground, the line around her wrists staying slack as she faced me, her back against the countertop. She lifted up on the toes and craned up to kiss me again, as if thanking me for not slamming her to the ground when I had the chance.

"Look down under the edge of the counter." she said simply eyes looking up into mine.

"See the eye bolts there?"

I leaned down and looked and sure enough there were two eyebolts spread about 3 feet apart. I grabbed one and pulled, to check how well it was anchored. It was a sturdy tie down, and in the back of my mind I wondered how many of these things she had installed around her house, just hidden from plain site.

"Yeah," I said, "I see them."

She slid one ankle over to where I had just pulled, "Tie it please?" she asked in a small voice, "the other too."

I pulled out another length of rope, and fashioned an ankle shackle using a loops around her ankle, then secured the knot to keep her ankle firmly wrapped, then threaded the bitter end through the eyebolt and pulled it tight wrapping the loose end back around her ankle and securing it with a quick-release not. The repeated the same pattern on her other ankle then stood up and looked back down at me.

"So, I had too much confidence in thinking that a bit of strain would hold you in place?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah," she nodded, "Pain isn't going to hold me back, sometimes I lean into the pain. Now, remove the tether from my arms and wrap the rope around my neck, like you did with the ankles, then tie it to the faucet, pulling me back"

I squinted my eyes and frowned, but then set my jaw and went to work. First I leaned over as she leaned into me, her skin warm against my shoulder, and untied the tether from the middle of her arms. Then I reached up and pulled the line free from the lamps above the mirror. I doubled the line then wrapped it around her throat as she tilted her chin up and looked in my eyes. I finished wrapping about three times, leaving six lines of rope around her neck, then pulled the slack end through all of the loops and secured it with a knot so the loops would not tighten under load, then pulled it back and around the faucet, pulling tension and forcing her to arch back over the sink. I secured the line to itself to hold the tension in the line.

She closed her eyes and a moan escaped her lips as her mouth opened slightly, her body tense but relaxing into the position. "Do you like this pose, Richard?" she asked with a purr in her voice.




Entangled



I let my eyes wander from her fiery eyes, down her bound neck, to the soft swell of her small breasts, down the concave arc of her slim muscular torso and core. Her hips were arched, pressed out by the edge of the counter and presenting as if an offering her smoothly shaved sex to my eyes, from there her firm thighs diverged spreading apart, knees slightly bent to support the arched pose. 

"Uh, yeah," I said, nearly speechless as my eyes lifted back upwards retracing the line backwards. 

"Do you think I do?" She asked with a small quiet voice. 

At that point my eyes had refocused on her breasts and then to her nipples, rock hard and jutting up to the ceiling. My hands reached for the nubs and brushed the hard nubs with my fingertips as she moaned softly at the contact. My finger and thumb of each hand pulled the hard nipples firmly. 

"Apparently." I replied

"Mmnnnnnh," she enthused, licking her lips, "good man." 

I released the nipples and heard her hiss slightly at the release and looked up into her eyes.

"Do you still want to use the flogger? Richard?" she asked with fire behind her irises.

I nodded, and reached for it, pulling it from the counter beside her. My pulse was raising to the point I could feel it in my ears as I felt the leather grip in my hand.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you need it." I answered, without really thinking, letting the leather traces slide across the skin of her abdomen.

"But you don't?" she asked with narrow accusing eyes.

"I need..." I started then paused. 

I thought about what I was about to do, a flash of reasons flowing through my aroused brain. I had never really thought about the connection I suddenly felt with this beautiful woman bound by my hand. Her body visibly aroused by the restrictive position, and willing to endure the smart contact of a leather whip held in my grip. There was a shift of power in that moment, that is hard to explain, a point where she had willingly given me a part of her, and I had grasped it firmly. It wasn't about my wants, or her needs, I suddenly understood.

"No... We need it." I said softly, almost to myself. 

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I made quick work of making the kids their breakfast, delivering one of my daughters to a test for school, then returned home to relax a bit before things really got hectic in the evening.

While folding clothes, and watching golf on the television, I picked up my phone and dashed off a quick text:

Richard: This is Richard. From breakfast Munch. Thanks for your number. 

I started folding more clothes, not expecting an immediate response, but soon my phone buzzed. 

Emily: omg! Are you stalking me? *g*

Richard: only a little, did you not wish to be?

Emily: I'm not sure, are you a good stalker?

Richard: never done it before, but I'ma quick study. 

Emily: lol. 

Emily: How are you?

Richard: okay, a bit stressed, lots on my mind today. I wasn't at my best this morning.

Emily: what's the problem, chum.

Richard: I'm not sure I want to burden my stalkee with personal stuff...

Richard: at least not so soon in the process...

Emily: doesn't have to be a photograph, a charcoal sketch is fine.

Richard: my drawing sucks

I tossed my phone on the sofa, and picked up a pile of folded clothes to put them away, and when I came back to the living room my phone was buzzing, a call from Emily.

"Hello?" I said curiously.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," Emily said softly, "I just got the feeling you needed to talk about it."

I laughed lowly, "I probably do, but I hardly know you. I might need to have a beer in hand to confess to a stranger."

"Well I don't have any beer, but I have some nice whiskey."

"Darlin, it's just past noon! Do you take me for a lush?"

"Ah, sweetie, I was hoping you could regale me with your woes. Maybe later tonight? I feel like having company."

I paused at that, she was a lovely thing to look at. Seemed a bit odd to have her inviting me over for a drink. However, it also fit into the culture of a Munch meeting, they are mostly informal meetings, and a place where two people could agree to a more private date and get to know one another better.

"That's sounds intriguing," I said, "I'm busy until after eight, then probably wouldn't be able to go anywhere till near nine."

"Nine it is then, I'll send you my address."

"Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just you, handsome, and some stories."

"That sounds very nice, I think that'll be just what I need after the rest of this day."

"Glad to be of service, see you at nine."

A couple of seconds late my cell buzzed with her address. I clicked on the text and brought up a map on my phone, and I saw she was only about a mile away from my house. After playing taxi to all my kids it would be nice to take a walk, and her house was just the right distance.

I went through the rest of the day with a spring in my step, and was a bit less grumpy around my kids. I really didn't mind taking them places, and since one of my kids was learning to drive, I only had to be a passenger most of the time. I started checking my watch as I ticked off the events, and realized I'd probably have a bit of free time before nine o'clock.

After all the kids were delivered, picked up, rearranged, fed and returned to their mother's house. I returned home, and took a shower, and picked out a semi-flattering casual outfit, walked down the street a little after 8:30.

The night was one of the spring nights in the south which is not too hot, and not too cool, a breeze but not windy. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and I enjoyed the walking in the gloaming. Her neighborhood was a bit more upscale than my small apartment, but not overly pretentious. The porch light was on, which made me feel she was looking forward to my presence as I was to hers. 

*knock knock*

She appeared at the door talking on her cell phone, and lifted a finger to her lips. She motioned me inside and waved me towards the kitchen, then headed back down a hallway and disappeared. I heard her voice talking some financial mumbo jumbo, in a precise and measured tone. She sounded like she knew exactly what she was doing. 

I suddenly felt insecure. I started wondering what the heck I was doing at her house, in her kitchen, listening to her talk some serious sounding business. I looked around and the counters were all clean, on the kitchen table was a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. Suddenly I felt very thirsty. I poured a finger of the amber liquid in each glass, and then sniffed my glass. I heard her coming back just as I tipped the bottom of my glass up and downed the drink.

"Do you know how much a glass of that costs?" she asked smiling, not mad, more curious.

"I dunno, 8 bucks? 20?"

"Try 40, and you'd be closer. She explained refilling my glass, it's meant to be sipped not guzzled."

She handed my glass back to me, and I sheepishly took it. "Yes, ma'am."

"Do I look like a ma'am?" she laughed, "I'm not dominant at all. C'mon handsome, lets go sit in the living room." 

She grabbed the bottle and walked through the door, and I followed her, more than a little self-conscious. She moved like a cat, athletic, confident, and curled into the corner of the sofa and looked up at me with steady even eyes. I slide beside her and took a careful sip of the amber liquid letting the taste of it wet my tongue.

"You haven't been to many Munches," she stated confidently, "I'd have noticed you before."

"Only since my divorce was final," I confessed, "just a few months. I thought I might see what a more... vigorous sex life was like."

"And?" she questioned with a smile in her eyes.

"Well, I've yet to really experience it," I confessed.

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"We need it," I said again with more confidence, straightening up and leveling my eyes into hers. 

Her eyes closed and a purr like growl escaped her lips when i spoke the words. I took that as an encouragement and took a moment to pull off my shirt, and push my trousers and boxers off. Her head tilted back and watched as i undressed, her tongue tracing along her lips as her eyes focused on my cock.

I retrieved the flogger and drew my hand back and swept the flogger across her chest. My eyes lowered to her breasts that shook with that first tentative blow. My hand followed through, then reversed automatically swinging back across her chest with a harder slap. Time slowed down for a moment, as I watched her nipples bend and give to the sweep of the leather straps then rise hard again after they passed. Her skin blushed slightly, and I saw her muscles tense from her chest to her shoulders, trying to move but held helpless by my knots.

Feeling more confident with each swing, I moved up across her shoulders swinging harder and hearing the slap of leather against skin. The grip shifting in my hand as the device transmitted the shock of the strike back through it's handle. The power shift I felt in the moment she'd asked the question seemed to amplify, and I reversed that power and slug it back into her with each punishing strike. My sweeps lowered down her torso, abusing her breasts then sweeping in loud slaps against her stretched abdomen.

Emily lowered her chin as she tightened her abdominal muscles. I watched her firm muscles pop and ripple under her skin as she struggled against the forced arch and tried to absorb the withering stings of the leather straps. I continued lower and brought the traces hard along her hips, darkening the skin into a dusky rose then down across her thighs. My eyes lowered to her open and exposed sex, visibly aroused. Her puffy labia lips were stretched by the sweeps of the traces in one direction, then pulled back on the reciprocal stroke.

"Richard!, Richard!!!" she panted as I the flogger brushed over her her most sensitive parts. Her thighs tightened as she tried to lift her knees to protect herself, but held fast isometrically by the ropes around her ankles. I stopped my strokes and listened, my breath rapid and fast. I looked at her with tight eyes and listened.

"Please..." she started her face blushing deeper that the red exertion of her struggle, "I.. I... Please, take my throat, and hold it tight."

I lifted my hand to her throat, wrapping my fingers along the rough columns of the rope binding her to the sink's faucet. I leaned over her and applied some of my weight and listened as her voice grew fainter.

"Spank me there... again... up..." she pleaded with her eyes as she spoke, and I understood what she needed, and felt my erection pulse as another invisible bolt of power transferred between us.

I swept the flogger down, the traces trickling down her torso and across her exposed and open sex then reversed the sway and snapped my wrist, smacking the bulk of the leather straps against her sex with a loud splat. Emily yipped her neck snapping against my hand, as I gripped her neck harder, robbing her of a breath, and silencing a scream.

I spanked the flogger against her again and again. Her body shivered under the onslaught of blows, my eyes drifted down to where the leather made contact with her skin and watched how her hips rolled against the counter, lifting into each hard stroke I brought against her. Her whole body writhing at the touch of straps of leather smacking her sex hard. Her mouth was wide open and moans escaped between thin inhalations of breath as my hand constricted her airway. I struck her twice more then dropped the flogger to the hard surface of the bathroom floor.

I turned to her, my hand at her neck released its hold while the fingers that gripped the flogger cupped against her hot sex. I swiveled against her, my body finally touching hers, my erection firm against her thigh as I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue between her lips hungrily. My fingers wriggling between her hot lips, oozing their aroused wetness around my thick digits.

"Does doing that to me, turn you on?" she asked as I drew my lips back my head lowering to look at my damp hand.

I saw only clear fluid. Arousal, not blood, soaked my fingers and I quickly pressed them back into her sex and wormed the fingertips inside her. I could only nod in agreement to her question, words trapped in my head. I used my other hand to slot the head of my cock into the dripping opening to her cunt, then thrust my hips hard driving my fevered cock deep into her.

"Aaaauuughhh! FUCK YES" she exclaimed as my cock was thrust deep.

I brought both hands to her neck, thumbs vertically against the column of her neck and pressed into her neck as my hips began to draw back and stroke in, finding the right angle then increasing in pace and frequency.

"Squeeze, Squeezee HAAAaarddd" she said her fiery eyes locked on mine as I rutted up into her.

My hips drew back and pounded in hard. I bent my knees as I drew back, then lifted my hips as I straightened up, slamming deeply up into her. Her body shook as I powered my hips, my mass, my entire being into her with each firm hard stroke. He eyes closed as I fucked her savagely, her breathing thin from the compression of my hands around her airway. 

My ears hummed with the flow of blood pulsing through my body, wet sounds of her sex accepting my cock into its depths followed by the smack of skin hitting skin was all I heard. My eyes locked onto her face as I choked her and fucked her, feeling the power flow from her, swirl through me and reflect back into her in an infinite feedback loop that over powered my senses.

"FUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" I roared as I felt my peak charge towards me, and then release. Simultaneously Emily's cunt walls jerked and squeezed my cock, her orgasm flooding her hot juice around my spewing cockhead. I saw red, black, and stars flash through across my vision as my body shifted into primal reflexive jerks as my own orgasm overpowered me.

I slammed in tight, my cock still pulsing and pumping its seed into her womb, I let go of her throat and wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling myself on to her, compressing her with my body, as my voice found words again.

"damn..." I said softly, "FUCK FUCK"

"mmmmmm" she said breathlessly, "thank you."

I lifted my eyes to hers, with a question, "Thank me?"

She nodded a smile of contentment crossing her face, and I replied, "You're welcome."

I started loosening the knots, removing the rope from her neck, then kneeling to untie her ankles, before standing up and wrapping my arms around her to loosen the first knots I'd ever placed on a woman before. I looked down at her and kissed her lips deeply.

I wordlessly slid my hands behind her knees and shoulders and lifted her small sturdy frame into my arms. She draped her arms around my neck to hold on, and curled her neck into my chest. I carried her over to the full steaming bathtub, a deep well of water and slipped her feet first into the hot liquid. 

"Aiighhhhnnnnnhh," she complained as her skin felt sting of the heat and the irritation of her freshly abraded skin. 

She stood thigh deep in the water, bent slightly holding the edge of tub with her hands and looked over her shoulder, asking softly, "Join me?"

I stepped into the tub behind her and lowered myself into the steamy waters, sitting against the bottom and spreading my thighs apart. I reached for her hips and drew her back, letting her ease into the water. A few small moans of irritation as her tender skin adapted to the heat then she settled back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her abdomen and pulled her close. My lower legs lifting and entwining around her lower legs. My body physically entangling her as much as she had entangled me with the new experiences. 



Entangled Ch. 02



Entangled Pt. 2--Apology

Note: This story not only contains descriptions of violent lesbian sex, but also addresses such issues as the structural sin: heterosexism, and how it affects a bisexual married woman, and creates an increased possibility for more personal sins between individuals. It also contains a suggestion of sexual punishment, and the possibility of an honest and morally good open relationship. If any of these things offend you please do not read this story.

"You Bitch!" I exclaimed. I wouldn't normally have called a woman a bitch, but I was so taken aback by her betrayal. "You lied to me," I accused, not really looking at her as we both struggled to find our cloths. I felt like crying but I knew I couldn't let her husband know: I stilled loved her. 

"Please try to understand--"

"Oh Fuck you Lucia." I lifted my shirt over my head while she finished with her bra. As her husband called out to her from what I judged was ten feet or so away I whispered a crisp "I never want to see you again." 

"Don't say that, please," she plead at the same decimal, a trace of pain in her voice.

"Honey I--oh *Sarah*, hi." It's almost a question. Like: "What the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you doing sitting on my bed next to my wife?" I could hardly speak to him. 

"Hi John," I kept my head down. 

"Are you two OK? You look like you've been crying." John had entered the room just as Lucia finished with the last button on her blouse.

"We watched a sad movie," I answered without thinking. 

"It was very sad," Lucia added, more to me than him. 

"I should be getting home."

"Oh you're leaving? Let me walk you to the door," she half pleaded.

"No that's ok. Stay here and catch up with your husband."

I walked as quickly as I could without arousing suspicion, but she caught up with me and stopped me from opening the door.

"You just like to have fun while you're husband's out? On to the next one now?" I whispered rapidly.

"That's not it at all. You mean so much to me--," she met my pace.

"That's why you lied to me?"

"I didn't think you would...I can't explain right now. Just please don't say you'll never see me again. I couldn't bare it, and I will make it up to you."

"And how are you going to make it up to him?" I asked. She stood there speechless, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Please get out of my way." She hesitated for a moment, then moved aside. 

"Fuck," I said, turning back as she stood in the doorway, "I love you so much...and I mean nothing more to you than a sideways fuck."

She choked back her words, that moan of pain covering them. I turned around to walk away, but I didn't hear the door shut.

I made it back to my car, walking as fast as possible without running, then as I shut the door I put my head down on the steering wheel to cry. Heavy sobs kept coming. I couldn't believe I had just given myself to her so completely, when I had held back for so long, and then she had stripped it of all it's meaning, all it's truth and beauty. 

I knew what I meant to her now. She lied to herself that it meant something so she wouldn't feel so guilty about having meaningless sex outside of her marriage. She would have to find that satisfaction with someone else: I couldn't love her that much and know how little it meant to her. She would destroy me that way. 

Lucia's messages on my machine:

Next Sunday:

"Sarah...I feel so bad about lying to you: hurting you so much. Seeing what I did to you as you walked out my door...it broke my heart, Sarah. It tore me apart. I would give anything to go back there and not lie to you, even if that meant we couldn't have made love. And you don't know how hard that is to say: how hard it would be to trade what we had that afternoon for anything...Please call me back."

Three days later:

"Sarah, I want you to understand something. The way I was with you...I'm never like that. I never felt so open, I'm usually more reserved. It was just you. You make me feel so good, like I deserve pleasure. I just...I need you to know that.

Two days later:

"I told John what happened between us. I told him everything, including how I lied to you. He's not sure what he's going to do. I hurt everyone. I was so selfish. And now I'll lose both of you," she sobbed. "I understand why you can't get over this. I'll be waiting if you decide you'll give me another chance...I told John I won't give you up if you can ever forgive me."

And a few days later:

"Sarah? It's John. We need to talk. You owe me that. Saturday at noon, meet me at the pier...please."

My first impulse was "no." Why should I meet him? What did he think I owed him? I hadn't known: not that I could have stopped myself if I had. Maybe I did owe him. I forced myself to go on Saturday, though my nerves were making me nauseous. I knew what we did had hurt him, though I could not have known that it would and I didn't know how to help him now. I figured I could at least listen to what he had to say.

I saw him looking out over the lake, looking dismal and tired. I moved to stand beside him, looking over the lake as well, but I didn't say anything. He didn't say anything for a long moment either.

When he did speak I felt it was forced. "My wife says she told you I knew she planned to...and I had said it was ok?" 

"Yeah. I didn't know John, I swear."

"Still, you do understand about marriage, right?" 

"You could have had an open marriage."

"That's sick!"

"A lot of people don't think so."

"I'm not one of them."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"You're right." He turned away. "I'm just...I'm having a hard time with this. She never...never said she wanted anyone else before. I didn't even know she was--"

"If you're asking me to leave your wife alone, I was planning on it anyway. She lied to both of us, but you are married and you need to work this out."

"No. I don't want you to do that. You make her happy. She--"

"You can make her happy if she can forget me. And I can make her forget me by getting out of her life."

"Don't Sarah. Lucia loves you. You can't make that just go away."

"Besides," he added, after a long pause, "I want her to be happy."

"And what about your happiness?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! John was giving me everything I wanted, and I wasn't sure if accepting it might kill him.

He was silently crying, though he tried to hide it, I saw him wipe the tears away, trying to hide his face from me.

"Oh Christ John. I can't do this. I can't ruin your marriage. I can't come into your life and tear you away from the woman you thought you'd be with for the rest of your life. I'll tell her to stop calling me, that I don't care about her at all. That I've met someone el--"

"No! My wife loves you, Sarah. I want you to forgive her. I asked you here because I want you to be with her."

John no longer tried to hide his tears from me. I was astonished how selfless he was for his wife. He must love her more than I ever could love, and I knew it was not right for her to divide her love between us: he deserved all of it. "What about you?" 

"I'll still...just when I'm gone. She says she loves me too. I don't understand how she can love us both but...I guess I have to accept that, because I love her so much..."

"So, you're asking me to be Lucia's Mistress?"

"Yes. That and her friend. Come back to the house with me and forgive her. She's just so in love with you."

"If that is really what you want, John. But tell me one more time that you want me to make love to your wife, who loves me, and whom I love, and be her friend, when you thought it would just be the two of you for the rest of your lives."

And there I had given that self-sacrificing man something he had to think about. But dammit, he knew the reality that had shattered all fantasy, and he wanted her to be happy even as that happiness tore at his life. And so, he must have found a way to tell himself it would all work out, and he would be able to accept it, to deal with it, because he still answered in the affirmative, and we walked back to the house together in silence.

She was in the study, working, and he went to get her. I looked around the warm living-room, the couch where everything changed. And I wasn't sure how it would continue to change, or if I didn't just want it all to stop spinning. 

She stood in the doorway, looking at me, tears in her eyes and words forced back in her mouth. I didn't expect that I would cry too: having tried so hard to let her go. And I wanted to forgive her so much, and to tell her it was all alright, though not really and not ever again, because everything would be so confused and jagged from now on. 

"I love you." I said, and suddenly realized how much I could hurt John by telling Lucia this. Luckily he had left already. "I am extremely hurt that you lied to me. And I don't think that highly of how you treated John." She waited and I continued. "Don't think I forgive you. I don't yet. I love you but it will take a long time before I trust you again." Still she said nothing. 

"Still, I understand that you didn't have many options, that you never had as many options as I do. And I know that you love me, even though you lied to get me to make love to you. 

John and I talked. It is really hard for him, but he wants me to stay because you love me. So I will give you another chance. I will give this a try, but we need to build trust again. And I want to find a way for us both to make it right with John. OK?"

"Yes," her tears spilled from her eyes, "I am so sorry for what I've done to you, Sarah." I came over to her, took her in my arms. 

"I know you are," I said, "I can't stay away from you. Lucia, you really spoiled me for anyone else. And you've got me. I'm so completely yours."

This time was awkward and bittersweet.

She was not up to taking the reins right now. I had to began, and I wasn't exactly upset about that. I became instantly aggressive, flicking my tongue over her nipples and then taking them in my mouth to bite just a little, then a little harder. She moaned in approval, and I continued to kiss her while I gently caressed the inside of her vagina with two of my fingers, just making love to her as gently as I could, though I didn't feel like being gentle.

There was still so much shattered between us, and she was meek and seemed to feel undeserving, so stopped herself from having or showing too much pleasure. I ignored it and tried still to please her, but she didn't seem to want it, not really. And with me she was too desperate to pleasure me, so I felt like I had to make myself perform by cumming for her, and I couldn't just appreciate it either. 

So I finally told her I was too mad at her, that I sort of wanted to hurt her. And she said in that meek voice, shrinking back, "alright" to a little pain. And I began to bite her neck a little, testing, just like before only now with this added significance. She moaned and urged me on, "harder," and I did just as she said. At first her instructions were denoted with lust, but then they began to change and I could hear the guilt and something else: a sort of desperation for a little punishment. "Bite me harder, scratch me, please, harder, deeper, please..." 

So I gave her what she asked for, daring a little more roughness, a little harder, a little deeper. She asked for more and more fingers to fuck her cunt, and never for my mouth to caress her. I indulged her and kept adding, fucking her hard like she asked for, as she gasped with the pain of having my fingers taken completely out of her dripping cunt and slammed back in. She began to cry, and I wasn't sure but she said keep going, maybe she was working through the guilt a little. So I didn't want to deny her. 

"Do you deserve to be punished?" I asked in between thrusts. She must feel that's what this is, as I did.

"Yes."

"Why do you think you deserve to be punished?"

She groaned, letting me know how hard it was for her to answer that question. 

"Because I lied to you and John and made it hard for both of you to trust me."

"And how do you deserve to be punished for this?" I maintained a no-nonsense tone; let her know I was serious. 

"I deserve...to be punished severely for lying to you and John and hurting you."

She came gasping hard but I could tell it was affected by her guilt, so it could have been better and it will be later but for now we needed to talk.

I asked her why she was crying. And she said, "because I'm so ashamed."

"You should be," I told her, "but you should be loved too. You should be fulfilled too."

I took her in my arms, kissing her and comforting her. "I know you're sorry. And I forgive you," I told her. I held her and kissed her over and over again as she sobbed and calmed down. 

"I think John will forgive you too."

"Thank you," she finally said.

I held her and she me, and we thought about how to make it right for John. 

To be continued.



Entangled Ch. 03



Entangled Pt. 3--Better

Note: Same warnings as Ch.2, only I must now add an apology to my lesbian readers. This story now crosses over, as Sarah and John find companionship in their love of Lucia. If I did not do this I could not make things right between all three characters. This story was originally meant to stay lesbian, but you wanted a happy ending. I kept it in the lesbian category so readers who found the other parts would be able to find this one.

I went to see John while I knew Lucia had Church. Since John never went, it was the perfect time. 

"Oh, Sarah, Lucia is at church, as...you know." He seemed surprised that I would stop by at this time, as I must have known Lucia wouldn't be there. He gave me a sideways look and waited, though he shouldn't have thought he'd have to.

"I came to see you," the confirmation, but he still needed more. 

"Why?" 

"Can I come in?" I had dressed really provocative today, and now John knew it wasn't for Lucia: though she liked femmes like herself. 

I was wearing a low cut dress that clung right to my curvy figure, and barely covered the top of my thighs. I couldn't risk no panties in this dress, so I wore a black lace thong with matching, sheer bra that you could see right through to the nipple. And my nipples were hard for him, this beautiful man, this kind and loving man. Black sheer thigh-high stocking were held up by a lacy garter-belt, and had an old fashioned seam down the back of the leg. My legs were elongated by some very sexy black heels, I would almost say they were fuck me pumps, and that's exactly what I wanted John to do.

On top of this add my crimson lip stick and curled black hair, with crystal blue eyes accented by gold shadow, and to top it all off, a tiny silver cross in the middle of my large, pushed-up cleavage. 

"Yes," he answered after a long moment. "Come in."

"Can I get you something to drink?" Always polite and refined, like his wife. 

"Merlot." I would have said "tea" if we were just talking about our mutual love object. Tea goes with anything from forced conversations between enemies to friends, but does not extend to sex. For sex and God you need wine.

"You want to drink wine at 10 am on a Sunday morning?" But he got it for me, and some for himself, not wanting to seem impolite at any moment. 

"Your wife is doing it," I added. 

"My wife is not drinking wine," he answered, "she is drinking blood." I could have really jumped on that vampire analogy, especially considering what she had done to us, but instead we shared that understanding in silence.

"So, is there something you wanted to talk about?" He asked.

"I want to know how you're feeling about the situation we're in?"

"Honestly? I wish my wife had never met you," he was blunt, exactly what I wanted: no holding back out of courtesy. "But I...I haven't seen her this happy in years, since before you started seeing her. So in a way, I'm glad. I'm just...I'm still adjusting." 

"So am I. I find myself feeling guilty often. But I found something out because of this whole thing: I discovered something about you." 

I moved closer to him, sitting right next to him, making the same moves his wife did with me and maybe also with him. 

"What's that?" He now looked apprehensive, and I was savoring this part because I knew I was about to make things a little easier for him. 

"I discovered that Lucia married such a beautiful man," I told him, "such a wonderful, selfless man, and that is...so..."

I moved my mouth over his and kissed him so gently I could hardly stand it. He felt good, he tasted good, hell, he *was* good. And because he was good, he gathered himself and gently held me away from his body. 

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Lucia would feel--"

"Like you felt? Like I felt?"

"I love her." He said, futilely. "I wouldn't want to hurt her this much."

"I don't want to hurt anyone either. I want to stop up our wounds" I swirled my finger in the wine and placed some on my lips. I leaned in again to kiss him, and he didn't push me away this time. He let my tongue caress his, and with our tenderized hearts we began to heal each other. But it couldn't be romantic or exploratory. 

It was hard. We were hard. We were bruised and couldn't let go. But we weren't gentle. We were solid, pushing against each other, pushing love but pushing reality too. His fingers were rough and almost tore at my dress. He lifted it up quickly and I raised my arms over my head to help him. His mouth on my breasts was much rougher than Lucia's: much rougher and masculine, hard and true. He took my cross in his mouth and sucked it with such devotion it almost knocked me over. I quickly undid the buttons on his shirt while he licked my neck. 

The few hairs on his chest, the smell of masculine aggression from under his arms, the feel of his rough and less skilled fingers on my battered flesh, and the sound of his deep grunts and moans, all combined to take me to a place far away from where Lucia could, far from the uncertainty and pain of what I was doing making love to a married woman, and into a land with no apologies or regrets. 

He didn't want my bra off, my panties, my stockings or my heels. My lipstick smeared across his mouth did nothing to deflect from his masculinity, and that made it sort of sexy. He fucked me with his naked, sweaty body. 

He wasn't a model: had a little pudgy stomach, and some extra skin in places easily toned by a few hours at the gym. His cock was average sized and average looking, but at least circumcised. And at least he was real, it wouldn't have been so good with a model. He fucked me on that couch, pushing me over the arm and plunging so quickly into my warm, wet depths. He wasn't so hard that I couldn't hear his affection when he moaned: that human connection reaching through out grief and lust. 

He reached around to finger my clit: so giving and not like other men I had been with. I knew I could cum with him without feeling he would give up before the end. 

"I want you," I forced myself to say instead of moaning. "And not just now, I want you as a lover."

John didn't' answer, just kept fucking me. And just as he came inside of me, in such a satisfying way--satisfying, it seemed to him, and satisfying to me to hear, so much so that it invited my own orgasm--Lucia was at the door. And we didn't make a move to pretend. We lay there, panting and coming down. I wished for a few more tender moments with him: now that we made love we needed to talk about him and I; about her and I; about her and him; about us. 

She stood there stunned before us. I could see the pain on her face. She said nothing, but she quickly left.

to be continued.



Entangled Ch. 04



Entangled Pt. 4--Right

Note: I must again apologize to my lesbian readers. This chapter *does* contain a man, but there is also lesbian sex. To my vanilla readers I must also apologize. I added some S&M. I put it in the lesbian category because the first chapter is completely lesbian, and I wanted it to be accessible to readers who found the first chapter under "lesbian sex". 

"I don't want a threesome, with the three of us perpetually fucking together, never sharing any one-on-one intimacy," I told him when we had gotten cleaned up.

"I don't want that either," he agreed. "I think Lucia might think that's what it's going to be like, she may have felt like she lost that connection with both of us when she walked in."

"Yeah but, she'll get over it, like we are." I held him close and kissed him on the mouth again.

"I do want some threesomes," I said, "if you do."

"I do." he grinned at me, and I couldn't help returning it.

"Let's make love to her when she gets back," I suggested. "After we explain what we want, if she agrees."

"If we have to share, so can she," he answered. 

   -----------

Lucia looked to have been crying when she came in, and I quickly went to her and hugged her.

"Sweetheart, It's ok," I coaxed. "Most of the time it will just be one-on-one between us, or you and John, or John...and I." She cried softly, knowing she couldn't say anything, that this was right, though it was painful for her like it was painful for us to share her. And she nodded her head and leaned against me to let me hold her. 

"But right now," I told her, "if you want, John and I would like to make love to you together. Because we love you so much, and we want to make you feel good."

"Yes," she whispered. She looked at her husband with love in her eyes, and he went to her and took her in his arms. 

John kissed Lucia's tears away, as I came up behind her and unhooked her bra, then tried to remove her cloths, they kissed passionately, and I knew she loved him, she did love him, still. 

She turned around in our tight embrace and kissed me, and John reached around to caress our nipples while we made out.

I couldn't help but melt under his caress, and neither could she. We were distracted from our kiss by the arousal he was causing, though we tried to pour it into each other through our kiss anyway: her tongue and mine dancing as gently as possible. 

I reached down between her slacks to rub her clit through the fabric, and she did the same, lifting the short length of my dress enough to rub against my sheer panties, and get her fingers instantly soaked with mine and her husband's juices leaking out of me. 

We turned towards him, she unbuttoning his shirt again while I worked on his jeans. When she had gotten his shirt open we both took a nipple in our mouths and teased it in different ways. I was very pleased with his desperate moans, and I began to edge them towards the bedroom. 

"I want to eat you out Lucia, and I want John to help me."

"Oh yes!" she agreed. 

"I want to sit on your face, John and I want Lucia to fuck you."

We had reached the bedroom, kissing and caressing all the way, and we had discarded every piece of clothing along the way. 

Lucia stood by the bottom of the bed while John and I finished undressing her. I pushed her gently and she fell on the bed, then scrunched up until her head was on the pillows. I looked at John, and he at me, then we began to kiss between Lucia's spread legs, licking her flesh and running our tongues into each other. 

She told us it felt good, but we didn't need her to speak when we could hear how she moaned. He fucked her slit with his tongue and I tried to lick her clit downward from on top of her vagina, but I couldn't reach all the way and could only tease her with a very light flicker while John fucked her cunt with his tongue. I reached up to twist her nipples while we ate her out, and she responded positively to more pressure, more pain. I kept this up, through my curiosity, until, both of us licking at her clit and each other's tongues, we had made Lucia cum once. I raised my head, but he didn't stop I waited a moment to let the tension build up again.

"Does your wife like pain?" I asked, forcing John to stop pleasuring her. 

"Yes, Sarah, she does."

"I know she likes getting fucked hard and being bitten," I said, "what other types of pain does she like?" 

"She likes lots of pain. Let me show you."

John raised himself up and looked straight into Lucia's eyes. "I'm going to show Sarah what types of pain you like. Show her what you like and how much." Lucia moaned like crazy just from hearing this, and I knew that John was about to turn her on immensely, and show me how to do the same.

"Grab the headboard and keep your arms there." Lucia nodded her head to indicate she would obey, and seemed to brace herself for whatever John was about to do to her. 

John bite down on Lucia's nipple, and twisted the other one hard. So far it was nothing I hadn't done, and she went wild as always. But then he slapped them, both of her nipples, and continued to do so hard and fast, each slap harder than the last. Lucia was lost in the pleasure, her eyes closed, head thrown back and moaning so often and so deeply.

"You like that baby?" 

I couldn't believe it when she answered: "Yes Sir."

And what came next I was not at all prepared for. This loving, this self-sacrificing man slapped his own wife's face: hard...and she moaned and said, "thank you Sir."

He did it again and she returned to his eyes, staring into them lovingly. 

"You like that bitch?"

"Yes Sir!"

"May I slap her aching cunt?" I asked him. "Would she like that?"

"She would like that," he answered.

"Lucia, should I give Sarah permission to slap your cunt?"

"If...oh Jesus!" He slapped her hard. "Don't blaspheme."

"Sorry Sir!"

"Yes Sarah," he said, looking straight into his wife's eyes, "Slap my wife's cunt: HARD."

"Spread your legs and keep them open." I said to her. "Don't you dare close them at all! I'm going to slap your open cunt so hard you scream. And right on your swollen clit, too!"

"Yes Ma'am."

I couldn't believe what I was finding out about my new lover, but I liked it. I did exactly what I said I would and it made me so hot to do it.

I brought my hand down against her wet cunt, getting her juices soaking my fingers from the first strike. She jumped and screamed like I thought she would, but she did not close her legs. 

"Thank you, Ma'am," she diligently returned. I slapped her cunt again, and she thanked me again. 

"You're welcome you pain slut." I continued to spank her cunt just like that.

We were all completely nude by this point: save for the cross dangling from my neck, and the wedding rings still on their fingers, showing they were married, they had made that commitment, and did they make it before he ever slapped her or afterwards when she knew he could give her what she wanted?

"Anything else?" I asked, stopping my ministrations on her well-punished cunt.

"What do you mean?" She answered.

"Anything else you are not telling me you want? Anything else you are keeping from telling us? Because you don't have to lie to us, Lucia. We love you and we want you to be fulfilled. So tell us everything."

"There's just that," she said, "that I liked pain. ...that and I've loved you for a very long time."

"I'm sorry John. I have. I have loved her for a long time now, and I just couldn't tell you."

"It's ok baby," he said. "I think I might be falling in love with her too."

That admission made my heart cry out for him. "I might be falling for you too, John." I smiled at him. 

"I want you to lay down," I said. "I want to watch your wife fuck you while she eats me out."

They silently complied. The way Lucia fucked him reminded me of how she had fucked my fingers that first night, and it made it that much easier to cum on his wonderful tongue. John's juices were still leaking out of me, and I knew that he was lapping up the last of himself. I leaned over and kissed her, kissed her in her ecstasy as she fucked his cock harder than any man had ever fucked me. John eagerly reached for my clit when I pulled it away to kiss his wife. Obviously he loved licking pussy: he was so good at it. 

Lucia reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit while she bucked against her husband. And soon we were all cumming together. 

As we lay in each other's arms I knew: things had begun to become untwisted, untangled: right.



Entangled Hearts



Note: Sirina wakes up to find out her dream to be human come true. When she goes out to celebrate she bumps into Ansa, who just recently moved into the same apartment building and they decide to explore the city together, getting real close when evening comes. Close enough to let him tie her up with yarn in their carnal desires and believe they will stay together. But then the next day comes.

Characters are human adults in this fairy tale, of course. ;-) 

*****

Dawn slowly lit up the bedroom, and the first rays of the sun peeked through the slit between the bedroom curtains, touching Sirina's body. Like a gentle lover they caressed and warmed her up until she woke up slowly from her slumber.

"Just a little longer." she thought and turned around, snuggling the pillow. The gentle lover persisted in caressing her back, and eventually she yawned and stretched her whole body, hitting the headboard with her hands. She touched the wood with her fingers, and something felt wrong. Carefully opening her eyes, blinking to get used to the light, she looked up at the headboard, then left and right. 'What?' She kept perfectly still. 'Ehm?' she said. She looked left and right, then up again. 'Hel-lo?' This time she was certain something was different from the normal way she woke up at first light. She moved her arms back, then held still, looking at them. She moved her right arm once, then her left arm, then sat up in shock.

'This is unreal..' she said to herself, then looked down at her firm legs. 'This is not..' She looked around the room and found a tall mirror leaning against the wall in a corner. She jumped up from the bed, almost stumbling on the floor, then moved in front of the mirror.

'No way..' she said, waving her arms, moving her legs one by one, then turned around to watch the slightly plump body in the mirror. 'No way!' she shouted and laughed. She took a closer look at herself, admiring her smooth curves and feeling her firm breasts. Her black hair reached down to her shoulders and leaning closer she could see her dark blue eyes.

'I'm human!' she kept shouting as she danced around the room before falling down on her back on the bed. 'I'm human..' she whispered. She sat upright at once. 'If this is a dream, I'm going to enjoy it.' she said and opened the closets, checking out the contents. 'I have to wear clothes. That is what humans do.'

Pulling out everything, examining it closely and tossing it on the bed, she emptied the closets until she found a combination of blue dress, black socks and white shoes to her liking. She opened the curtains and window to sniff the fresh morning air and watched the street coming alive. Birds lined some of the red and greenish roofs, singing their morning calls. She wanted to go out and see what the city looked like from her new perspective.

She opened her front door and bumped into a young, slender man. 'I'm so sorry!' she said as he got up from the floor.

He brushed off his jeans and white shirt and smiled gently. 'It's okay.'

'I'm just in a good mood today and got a little too carried away.'

'Well, I've been in a good mood myself this morning, so I understand.'

She remembered it was polite to greet others and extended her hand. 'I'm Sirina. I..,' she needed to think of an excuse of why she just appeared here. 'I., just recently moved in.'

'Oh.' he said and shook her hand. 'What a coincidence, I also just moved in. I'm Ansa.' he said and she hid her relief of him believing her.

She liked his brown eyes and taller stature. 'Nice to meet you.'

'Very nice to meet you too, Sirina.'

'You were just on your way out too?'

'Yes, I thought I'd go and have a look around today. It's such nice weather. You?'

'Same idea. I wanted to see what the city looks like.'

He looked at her for a moment, then smiled. 'Would you like to join me? We could go together?'

She hadn't expected that, but nodded happily. 'I'd like that.'

They went down the marble stairs to the ground floor and stood outside the entrance to the old building, looking right and left down the small street while a few cars and several people went by.

'I think there's a market that way.' she said, looking to the left, remembering the neighbourhood.

'A good start as any.' he said, and they walked down the street, observing the people and looking closely at the shop's displays and merchandise.

***

At the market they were greeted by the smell of fresh baked bread from a stall at the corner. Her stomach growled, invoking a chuckle from him until his stomach growled too.

'I didn't think of eating before I left.' she said, fiddling with her dress.

'Hang on.' he said and checked his pockets. 'Ah.' he said as he found money. 'Shall we get something?'

'I don't have any money with me.' she said looking down.

'I'll pay.'

She didn't want to take advantage of her first friend and shook her head. 'I couldn't.'

'No worries.' he said and grabbed her hand. 'It's in return for spending the time with me.'

He pulled her to the stall before she could say anything and checked out the selection of bread, cakes, cookies and pastries.

'What would you like?' he asked her.

'Really?' she asked, looking at his smiling face.

'I told you, it's on me.'

She looked at all the tasty things, taking in the sweet smell of fruits and bitter of chocolate, unsure what to pick. 'I don't know.. It all looks so good.'

The baker chuckled. 'Thank you.'

She looked at the baker who took a paper bag. 'May I recommend the cherry jam filled mini buns? They're a favourite for the mornings.'

She looked at the brown buns with light sugary coating, then nodded.

'How many would you like?'

She looked at Ansa, who turned to the baker. 'Make it four. I think she couldn't settle for less after tasting one.' he said. 'And for me four croissants with ham and cheese.'

The baker filled two paper bags and put them in front of them. 'Four cherry buns and four ham and cheese croissants for the handsome man and his lovely girlfriend.'

'Girl-?' they said, then looked at each other.

She blushed. 'I'm not really his girlfriend.'

'Yeah, we only met this morning.' Ansa said, feeling a little awkward.

'Ohh, I thought you were, seeing you holding hands.' the baker said.

'Oh, right.' Ansa said, then let go of her hand. 'I had dragged her along just now.'

'Aha, I see, the baker said and winked. 'Well, the day is young.'

Ansa paid him before he died from embarrassment and they took their bags with them to sit on one of the wooden benches at the side of the market square. They ate in silence, avoiding looking at each other.

'Is it good?' he asked after his first croissant. 'The buns?'

She nodded, licking her fingers. 'They are, thank you.'

'I'm glad you enjoy them.'

'I'll be sure to pay you back.' she said, stroking the paper between her thumb and finger.

'Then next time, breakfast is on you.' he smiled.

She smiled. 'Deal.'

A cloud of colourful balloons drifted up above the market. The wind spread them slowly and people looked up at them with kids cheering.

'Looks like there's something going on in that direction.' he said, looking at the couple of balloons tailing the rest.

'I think there's a flea market going on at the park.' she said, pointing at a sign tied to one of the stalls close to them. 'Want to go have a look?'

He nodded and they rounded the market to follow the broader street to the nearby park, hearing music coming from that direction.

***

Plenty of people were buzzing around, rummaging through cardboard boxes with books and comics, old records, electric parts. Some sold handmade fantasy figurines, and Ansa was pretty impressed by the couple of dragons in a fighting pose. Sirina liked the fat cow plushes at a toy seller and they both enjoyed the soothing soft colours of several nature paintings from one of the local artists.

Ansa got them fruit drinks and they looked around at the various trinkets and used items offered by people getting rid of their unused stuff. Someone had a tree trunk with several different species of stuffed birds perched on the short branches and they both felt icky, clinging close together. They looked at each others face, then laughed.

'Let's go around the park.' he said, and offered his arm.

She hooked her arm in his and they leisurely followed the gravel path.

'The sun feels nice.' she said after a while.

'Yeah. it's a great day to enjoy outdoors.' he said, watching people relax on the grass and sit on the edge of a fountain, a statue of three fish jumping up from the water.

They ended up at a shopping street at the other end of the park.

'Let's have a look there.' she said and pulled him along.

The street was busy with people doing their shopping and hanging around, watching other people. Sirina and Ansa browsed the window displays, looked at the statues placed along the street, the old buildings and modern art galleries. A street performer played cheerful music on his acoustic guitar and Ansa threw a few coins in his open case.

***

For lunch they ate rolled up pancakes with sweet filling on the wide steps in front of a library. When they reached the end of the shopping district they strolled through the small streets of an old neighbourhood, surprised at how quiet things were despite being so close to the busy shopping streets.

They listened to the echo of their footsteps and the distant sounds of voices, the occasional television or radio, kids playing in a courtyard.

'It's peaceful.' he said.

She nodded. 'To think there are such lively and quiet places this close together.'

'Humanity is interesting.'

She chuckled. 'Getting deep now?'

He nudged her. 'Shut up. I always tend to think about things when I'm relaxed.'

'So, what are you thinking of then?'

'Just how nice it is to experience days like this.'

She nodded and leaned her head against his shoulder. 'Yeah. Sunny days should happen more often.'

He looked at the blue sky. 'I wasn't thinking of the sun though.'

'Then what?'

'I thought about how nice it is to get to spend it with you.'

Her heart skipped a beat and a giddy feeling came over her. 'I guess we were lucky to bump into each other this morning.'

He nodded and they continued their walk in silent thought.

***

They came across a stream flanked by more parks and followed it, stopping once for a drink on a bench next to a stall with snacks.

She was about to put her empty bottle in the garbage can when a fat, black spider crawled on the lid and made her yell out in surprise.

'Sirina!?' Ansa asked, quickly moving to her and looking at what scared her.

'I'm sorry.' she said, holding tight onto his arm. 'It just appeared so suddenly and scared me.'

He tapped his finger in front of the spider and it hurried away.

'You're really scared of spiders?'

She nodded. 'Have been my whole life.' She saw him looking at the garbage can, yet it seemed he was looking much farther away. 'I know I shouldn't be afraid, but I can't help it.'

He nodded and she saw a hint of worry in his eyes.

She put on a smile. 'I guess they're the ones who replaced dragons as the monster to rescue damsels in distress from nowadays. Otherwise modern day knights would be completely out of a job.'

He chuckled at that. 'Right. What other purpose would we have?'

'Well, you did provide entertainment today, so that alone deserves a reward from the damsel.' she said, gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, then looked away, her face feeling hotter.

He watched her for a moment while he confirmed he was still awake.

'Thank you..'

She shook her head. 'Thank you for spending this time with me, and treating me all day.' She grinned a little. 'If I could cook I'd make you dinner.'

He smiled. 'I'm not good at cooking either.' he said, then noticed a small restaurant with tables outside. 'How about having someone else make us dinner?'

She looked at the place he gestured at. 'Are you sure? You already spent so much.'

He checked what he had left. 'No fancy food though.' he said and took her by her hand with him.

***

Inside the small restaurant they were welcomed by soft music and the single waiter. He guided them to one of the free tables. 'It's a quiet evening today because there's a big game going on. That means romantic couples evening for us.' he said with a wink as he lit the candle on the table. 'I'll come back with the menu.' They looked at each other and blushed.

'I can imagine why.' Ansa said and moved his knives and forks a little.

'Yeah.' she said, looking sideways at a young woman, feeding her partner a piece of her meal.

The waiter came back with the menus and Ansa let him suggest the choice of wine. When Ansa asked about where she lived before she almost panicked. She hadn't thought about any of that when she came up with the excuse of just moving here that morning. She remembered names from a map of the country she had seen at the market though and used that to make up a previous life. He nodded as she told about growing up in a small village and funny things happening there. She felt relieved that he believed her story. When she asked about him, to avoid having to come up with more, he told about how he grew up in one of the other major cities and how he wanted to do something else as the reason for moving here.

***

By the time they walked out of the restaurant it was dark, but still comfortably warm enough to walk back home. They walked silently hand in hand, satisfied by the good meal and wine, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of evening. Before they knew it they had arrived at their floor and she leaned back against her door, looking down a little while holding his hands. He stroked them gently with his thumbs.

'I had a great day.' he said.

She nodded. 'Me too.' She gathered the courage to look at him. 'I don't really want this day to end.'

He looked into her eyes and cleared his throat. 'I feel like I'm still hungry.'

She smiled softly. 'Yeah.'

'I'd..' he said, leaned towards her and placed his lips on hers.

Her pleasant surprise became more passionate soon. His warm lips invited hers to to dance. She closed her eyes, he traced her lips with his, pulling softly, then caressing. She stuck the tip of her tongue out to him, touching his lips and he opened his mouth slightly, inviting her in. Her tongue met his and they continued their deep and wet dance, twirling and sliding along each other until she had to pull back to catch her breath. She had no idea how long they had kissed, but she found herself in his embrace with her arms wrapped around his neck when she opened her eyes again.

'I want to eat you.' he whispered.

She nodded and he stepped back slowly, taking her hands and pulling her with him as he walked backwards to his apartment.

***

They kicked off their shoes and in the living room she pulled off his shirt, touching his bare chest and tracing his muscles with her fingers. After another long kiss he pulled up her dress slowly, revealing her white underwear.

She looked a little away. 'I'm afraid I'm not really build like a model.' she said, thinking how she was bigger than several of the pretty and skinny girls in tight jeans they had seen today.

He pulled her close. 'True, you look much better.' he whispered and kissed her again, making her forget about her worry. He pulled her dress over her head, draped it over the back of his couch and let his eyes take in every little curve of her body.

She squeezed his hands lightly, looking away. 'You're making me feel embarrassed.'

He smiled gently at her, kissed her cheek and nibbled her earlobe once. 'I can't help it. Looking at you makes me very hungry.' he whispered.

She squirmed a little from the tickle of his lips in her neck and giggled. 'I'll bet you say that to more girls.'

He lifted her chin up, combing her hair with his fingers and looked her deep into her eyes. She felt her heart beat faster. 'I've seen many girls today, small, normal, big, some cute, some sexy.. It's you who makes me hungry, makes me want to taste every bit of your skin, kiss and lick you all over.'

She felt her face blush, opened her mouth to say something, but words failed her. He kissed her again and she gave herself up to his passion. He moved his hands slowly up and down her back, sliding his fingers underneath the strap of her bra and inside her panties, circling her ass. She moved it along with his hands, pressing her hips against his and the growing part of him inside his jeans. A thrill rushed through her body from thinking she caused that reaction and the anticipation of what was soon to happen.

He moved his hands up, fumbled at the back of her bra and unhooked it, relieving her shoulders from the pull of her breasts. Taking the straps, he pulled her bra to him and down her arms, exposing her breasts with her dark nipples to him. Without looking he tossed the bra on the couch and bend down enough to kiss the curves of her breasts, lifting them up with his mouth to kiss underneath. Sirina moaned ever so slightly and her nipples hardened the more his lips came closer to surrounding them. He let his hands slide up and down her sides, using the tip of his tongue to lick the edge of her areola before moving his lips along her rock hard nipples.

His touch caused a deep itch to spread through her breasts and into her chest. Her moaning became clearer and he sucked softly on her nipples, teasing them with the tip of his tongue, making her moan even more. 'I love it..' she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. He gave her nipples a nibble, kissed around on her breasts while he slid his fingers under the sides of her panties, pushing them far enough down to reveal her pussy.

Her heart pounded even faster from her exposure to him, to have her pussy and ass out in the open, even if he wasn't looking directly at them. Despite the warm weather the air felt cool on her skin, soon to be heated by his hands gliding across her buns, massaging them gently. She wanted to feel his hands all over her body and moaned more.

He stood up again, leaving kisses from her breasts to her neck, cheeks and lips, resisting his desire to chomp down on her pussy. 'I really want to do something, but I'm afraid to ask you.' he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. She looked into his eyes, seeing the worry and caressed his cheek. 'What is it, my love? Will it hurt?' she asked, then felt a quick shiver in her pussy from the thought of experiencing pain from his gentle hands.

He shook his head, looking at the ball of wool yarn he had seen earlier and held her tight, nervous from the request he would make of the girl he just met today. 'Tell me honestly if you don't want to, but I have the urge to tie you down and then lick and kiss and eat you all over.'

She felt his heart pounding in his chest and imagined him taking control of her, unable to escape his wants and desires. Another itch rushed through her body, her mind telling her to submit to him although she expected it to tell her not to. A thrill filled her essence when she whispered 'Okay.'

He looked her in the eyes. 'Sure?'

She nodded and a smile formed on his face. 'If I do anything to make you hurt or feel uncomfortable, tell me at once.' he said and kissed her lips ever so softly.

'I think I can handle uncomfortable.' she whispered nervously, but excited.

He took her hand in his and took the yarn, showing it to her. 'When I held you and saw this, I couldn't stop thinking of using it with you.' She took the ball and held it against her chest, feeling the warmth reflected by the wool and looked into his eyes. 'Tie me up.' she whispered.

***

He pulled her into his bedroom and led her onto the bed. She laid down on her back, shyly handing him the ball of yarn. He took her hand in his, leaned closer and kissed her, then pulled back with the ball in his hand. She felt her body shiver and her pussy leaking as he caressed her cheek with his fingertips, moving them down along her moist lips, chin, throat, chest, belly, venus hill and thighs. 'Will you be my willing prey?' he asked and she nodded slightly.




Entangled Hearts



He used the yarn to stroke her thighs and she closed her eyes smiling. 'How does it feel?' he asked and she hummed in pleasure. He moved up, caressing her venus hill close to her swelling clit and pussy and she pushed herself against the ball, breathing harder. He smiled at her enjoyment and stroked up around her navel, then moved around her breasts, making her moan softly and press her chest up against it while she pressed her hands against the headboard. He circled closer to her nipples, having her twist her chest in pleasure and teased her nipples until they were as hard as steel. 'Take me..' she pleaded, looking at him again. 'Tie me down and eat me..'

He unravelled the yarn, took one of her wrists and tied the yarn around it, not too tight, but enough to let her feel it on her skin. The nervousness was now making place for deep excitement as she looked at the string around her wrist. She could hardly hold herself back in anticipation of being tied up by him.

He extended her arm to the bedpost, leading the yarn around it and to the post on the other side, going around it to tie her other wrist. He looked at her when he finished securing her wrist. She knew what he wanted to know and nodded, smiling gently. He leaned closer and kissed her, caressing his lips along hers and she returned his desire, whispering 'I love you.'.

He ran his fingers through her hair. 'And I'm head over heels for you in just one day.' he whispered, then ran the yarn softly down her chest and belly to her venus hill again. Her hips quivered and he kissed her underbelly, then pulled down her soaked panties all the way, inhaling her scent from them before dropping them in front of the bed.

He twisted the yarn once around her arm, then around her neck making her gasp in excitement and once around her other arm. He loved the sight of her flushed cheeks and wrapped the yarn around her wrist once to go back around her arm and cross her chest between her breasts, pull it around her back and across her chest again before drawing it around her neck and back again to encircle her breasts. She panted a little from the stimulation of her skin at her curves and her helpless, cute red face made his heart tremble with more desire.

He wrapped the yarn a couple of times around her lower body, then around the top of her thighs when she willingly spread her legs for him. He admired her wet pussy, her juice leaking out of it. He wanted to taste it, gobble it up all but resisted. He wrapped the yarn one more time around her thighs and along her plump pussy lips, hungry for attention, then around one thigh and calf to another bed post, rounding it on the way to the other and around her other leg, ensnaring it up to her thigh. He looked satisfied at her and felt his hunger for her raging inside him. He finished her bondage by wrapping it around her body and the slats under the mattress three more times.

He watched her eyes, teary from the anticipation of his touch, whether it be gentle or painful pleasure. 'Take your prey.. I beg you..' she said, pulling on the yarn, naked and powerless before his eyes.

He stood up next to the bed and she could see his dick pressing against his jeans. He undid them and pulled them down together with his briefs. She engorged her eyes with the sight of his hard dick. 'Do anything you want with me, just fill me with your lust.'

He moved closer and loomed above her. 'I will, my precious victim.' he whispered and kissed her. She responded and opened up to him to let their tongues play along each others, surrendering to him and taking all of him inside her mouth. He moved his fingers around her breasts, caressing her nipples and pulling gently on them to make her moan. 'I want you so much..' he whispered, breathing harder. 'I'm all yours.' she panted. 'Please satisfy yourself with my body.' He kissed her once more, then moved down, kissing her throat and around her breasts before kissing and sucking on her nipples, her stomach, venus hill and her pussy just around her clit, making her thrust up her hips in desire as she moaned.

He looked eagerly at her soaking pussy for a moment, then kissed and licked the inside of her thighs before returning to licking and sucking around her pussy.

She moaned hard, pulling at her restraints and begged him to touch her to make her come. He slid the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips, her sweet taste engulfing it and stroked it hard against her rock hard clit with a deep and loud moan coming from her. He grabbed her thighs in his arms and stroked her clit hard with his tongue, each time making her tense against her restrains, the yarn digging pleasantly into her skin. She moaned hard as he let his tongue explore every bit of her pussy and groaned as he slid it deep inside her gushing cunt, drinking up all her juices until she felt her cunt burn up in a wave of burning pleasure, losing all remaining control of her body.

He licked her belly and sucked her tasty nipples while teasing her clit with slow strokes. She moaned his name, pushing her hips against his hand, each stroke of his fingers sending electricity through her body. Her whole body shivered and he knew she'd be close to coming. He sat up, pinched her clit fast and light and saw her stiffen with a long, deep moan, her hips shaking uncontrollably. Almost out of breath and revelling in her climax she smiled and saw him move between her legs through her teary eyes. 

'After securing and sedating his prey, this predator will feast on his defenceless morsel.' Ansa said and slid his dickhead up and down between her lips, rubbing her clit several times. Her abdomen got hotter again and she tried to relax, but she got nervous now the moment had come to be taken by him. He leaned forward, pressing his dickhead against her entrance and massaging it. 'Take a deep breath, I'm not going to force myself in you, so try to relax and open up to me when you're ready.' he whispered and his care made her happy.

'I'll try, because I want you in me.' she whispered, took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed enough for his dickhead to pop into her hot and wet cunt, forcing a gasp. He let out a low moan and looked her in the eyes. 'This feels wonderful.' he said and slid gently further inside her. Her breathing became rapid again and he stopped. 'Does it hurt?' he asked. She shook her head. 'Just, this new sensation..' she panted. 'Don't stop.. Please..' He smiled and pushed his dick centimetre by centimetre inside her until he pressed his hilt against her burning pussy. 'Oh god you're all the way in.' she groaned, wanting to embrace him tight, unable to while caught in his trap. 'You feel so good around my dick.' he said, moving slowly inside her. 'I want to keep it forever inside you.' She moaned and smiled. 'I'm completely defenceless, so do whatever you feel like with me.'

Her words turned him on more and he thrusted his dick in her cunt in a slow rhythm, each pound against her clit by his abdomen causing a shock wave of pleasure travelling up her body. 'Oh., so., good..' she moaned. He panted 'You feel, fantastic..', feeling his own pleasure shooting through his dick and balls while her hot cunt squeezed him. He moved faster, slower, then faster again, loving the moans he forced out of her. 'You're making me come again..' she moaned. He slowed down, thrusting deep and hard, grunting 'Coming, too.'. She pushed her hips further up against him. 'Yess.. Come in me.. Please..' she begged, tensing all her abdominal muscles to squeeze his dick harder. 'I'm..' he gasped, then felt the trigger shoot from the tip of his dick to his balls and his seed shooting back, squirting out into the back of her cunt with every throb of his dick. He pressed his hips hard against her, the pressure against her clit and the throbbing inside her cunt with the satisfaction of receiving his seed pushed her to her own climax with a long moan.

They panted, caressing their lips while catching their breath and she smiled. 'Being your prey is wonderful..'

He stroked his fingers through her hair. 'Still hungry.' he said with a grin.

Her excitement flared up. 'Feast more on me?' she asked, moving her hips once with his half hard dick still inside her cunt.

'Definitely.' he said, kissing and licking her tongue until she hummed in pleasure when she felt his dick grow hard. He continued his rhythm, pumping their mixed juices out of her cunt.

'My hunger's not easily satisfied.' he said, twisting his hips against her.

'Then continue until you are.' she moaned as the itch from her clit grew. 'Still your hunger with my cunt whenever you want..' He grinned and looked forward to sharing his future with her.

***

Once again it was the warm morning sunshine that woke her up from her slumber. She still felt satisfied and wonderful from the night. He had satisfied himself with her restrained body for hours, making himself and her come more times than she could keep score of before releasing her. He had worried about the marks on her arms and legs from the yarn, but she stroked them with a smile, telling him they were proof of her being his willing prey. They had cuddled up and kissed until they fell asleep.

She had no doubt she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She felt around for his presence but noticed a familiar feeling. Her eyes weren't closed and she could see the whole room.

"No." she thought. "No no no no no no.." She turned herself around on her feet, looking at the giant size of the bed. "No no no no no!" Panic gripped her as she felt six legs and two wings on her back. "NO NO NO NO NOOOO!" The reflection in the glass door from the closet next to the bed didn't lie. She was back to being a fly.

She wanted to scream and cry. Wanted to know who she could beg to, to turn her into a human again. To have her be with him again. "Ansa!" she thought and checked the room. He was not here. She flew up. His jeans were scattered in front of the bed with their underwear. She flew into the living room where her dress and his shirt hung over the couch. There was no sound from him. She tried the kitchen and the bathroom but he was nowhere to be found. She had wanted to at least see his face once more before leaving this place forever. With her body aching and her vision blurry from misery she flew towards the small opening in the window and right into the spiderweb covering it.

***

She trashed her legs in a panic, wanting to get out, to leave this place and forget the happiness taken from her. "NOOO! Let me go!" The sticky threads caught her legs and wings, immobilizing her and leaving her completely helpless to do anything. "Noo.." she thought, wanting to cry once more, just once more, real human tears. "I don't want to die like this! Not here!" Movement at her side caught her attention and she saw a pair of brown spider legs crawling out from a crack in the wooden windowsill. She tried to pull her legs and wings loose with all her might. "Let me go!"

The spider moved onto the web. She lost all hope of getting away and tried to scream for the only thing she wanted in her life. "ANSA! HELP ME! PLEASE!"

The spider froze. "Sirina?" she heard someone say. It was different, but she knew it was him. "ANSA!" She looked around for him. "ANSA! ANSA! I'M HERE! IN THE WEB!"

"Is that really you, Sirina?"

"Yes! I'm a fly! Please help me! Ansa! Where are you!?"

The spider tucked it's legs in. "I'm here.."

She looked around again. "Where!?"

"Close to you.."

She heard the sadness in his voice now. "Close?"

"Yeah."

She looked at the spider sitting at the edge of the web. "Ansa..?" A nod from his head confirmed her fear and she wanted to cry again from the pain in her chest. "Why..? Why does it have to be like this? I was so happy and in love with you.."

He pulled a little on a thread with one leg. "I never expected anything like this either when I wished I could be a human. I thought I got a new life, and with someone to love dearly." They stayed silent for a while. "If I had known, I would have never left the room yesterday. I have hurt you so much now."

She could see the hurt in his eyes as he made himself smaller. "Ansa.."

He sat up again. "Don't be afraid. I'll cut you loose and lower you down. I'm not going to do anything to you, okay?"

"..okay.." She still felt nervous as he crawled carefully towards her.

"I'm going to stick one thread on your back now, so you won't fall." he said, then attached it.

She wished she could close her eyes as he moved around her, biting the threads as close to her wings and legs as he dared. When she was loose he lowered her gently on the windowsill, then got down and bit the thread loose.

"Can you fly?"

She fluttered her wings. "I think I can."

"Sorry." he said, rubbing the tips of his two front legs together.

"Don't.. I also.. I also wished to be a human." she said, then felt the sadness overwhelming her again. "I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life.."

"I wish you could.."

"Ansa." she reached out one leg to his but he pulled back.

"You'd better go. I'm afraid I'm going to lose the reasoning I had and revert back to my instincts."

She flew up heartbroken, looked back at him for another moment, then flew away.

***

She had spent the entire day flying around, trying to forget what had happened but the memories stayed with her. She had come across the bakery owned by the baker who had the stall at the market. Found one of the balloons, partially deflated in a gutter. Happy couples sharing an ice cream and going around the shops. "Ansa.." she thought to herself and wondered what he was doing right now, how he felt.

When the sun started its trip down the horizon she heard the same music that was played at the restaurant, making her desire to see him again strong enough to fly back. "I don't care anymore." she thought as she neared the apartment.

The window was still open but all that was left from his web were some loose threads. She landed carefully on the windowsill. "Ansa?" There was no answer and she moved closer to the crack in the wood. "Ansa? Are you here?" She moved inside to see if he was in the bedroom. "Ansa!? Are you here?" Everything was still the way it had been since the morning. She flew down onto the pillow he had used and could still smell his scent on it. "Ansa! I don't care that you're a spider! Even if you won't remember anything I don't care!" She saw one of his hairs on the pillow and touched it. "Even if you want to eat me for real, I won't care as long as my last moment is with you.." Tiredness and sadness overcame her again and she wished she could bury her head in the pillow and cry like a human.

***

The feeling on her face as she woke up was something new. She wiped it and felt even more strange. She realised it wasn't dark when she opened her eyes. In front of her was a wet hand. She touched her face again. 'I must have cried..' she said to herself. She sat up and wiped her face with her hands, feeling surprised to have been able to cry. She looked down at her body to find it the same as before. She had become human once more.

'Ansa.' she said, then looked around her. The bed was empty. She got up and hurried into the living room. She was about to check the kitchen when she heard something from the couch. 'Ansa!' she said as she found him sleeping on it, her dress draped on his chest. 'Ansa!'

He woke up suddenly and looked around in confusion. 'Wha..?'

'Ansa!' she said, got down on her knees and hugged him tight.

'Sirina? What's going on?'

She kissed his face all over, then leaned back. 'Ansa! We're human again!'

He moved his body and noticed it lacked several legs to his relief. 'I couldn't forget about you.' he said. 'I went back inside and crawled on your dress to have something of you while I'd let myself starve to death..' He looked at her face. 'You're really here..?'

She nodded, heard his stomach growl, making him blush hard and her chuckle. 'Eat me any time you're hungry.' she said, smiling softly at him. 'Even if I become a fly again.'

He pulled her close, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.