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Simple

By: mlady



At this moment in time, my hands shaking on the keyboard, I muse. I romanticize that I am going to see her. Then the romance goes away, and I see the facts, not the emotions. The reality kicks in. Oh yeah, she was serious. She doesn't want me and for good reason. She is in a 24 hour in patient program with no date of release. 

In the dream, this fantasy that plays in my head, I sit in a hallway that is white, with patients walking up and down. One approaches me and asks me what I am doing, who am I waiting for. I am polite and smile. I am waiting for someone. Who? He asks. I smile again. I know not to speak to the people in the halls. They are there for a reason. 

As I do what I can to separate myself from the man, she is just there. So stealth she is. And standing looking angry, confused. There is no love in her eyes just emptiness and scorn. She walks down the hall, away from me. I follow slowly, not wondering where we are going. I do not have fear. 

Some how through the meandering halls we end up outside in an obvious smoking area, enclosed by four sides of glass. A square area with tables and coffee cans everywhere where two coffees from a pot are poured. I take a coffee and make it as I like it. At an opposite table, I sit. No contact, just sit quietly. I know to do so. A group of people looking in at us does not take me by surprise. 

Suddenly she stands and looks right at me. I can feel her stare and it gets kinda creepy. I take a deep breath and look. No, that's not a knife in her hand, just a smoke. I breathe out. She lights it for me. And her swagger some how returns. How tall she is. When we were a couple, people were always mistaking her for a man. This pleased her and did not object. Our raw sex life often played with this role. But her soft side, the one I craved the most, was not present. Her blonde hair not having seen scissors hung around her face as an extension of her torment. Wild and unyielding. Those eyes, those brown eyes had a glimmer of sparkle, but were deadened by this moment. Despite this, she looked sharp. Well dressed. Tight blue jeans, red baseball cap and a soft white button down shirt. I recognized her breasts, tightly bound. I know it all to well, as I taught her. Her transformation from feminine to masculine complete. 

"You are not to be here. You are not to be in my life. You are not to be anywhere near me. I need you to leave me alone." The words are ice. But I don't care, I simply stare back. I state~ you are on 24 hour watch. I am not to have concern? Thought? Prayer? Tell me, what are you missing here, why don't you understand my perspective. ~yells she does~STOP! Please just stop! I can't take any more of you! I can feel you! You are in my head! I know you are out there, thinking of me, worrying about me! STOP! DON"T do it any longer!! She stomping her feet now, waving her fists. I do just sit quietly. I think this surprises her as she keeps getting louder and louder.

I see people running to her. They start to surround her, give her calming words, but do not stop her. She just yells and screams at the top of her lungs. They treat her with respect as she goes through the eye of her hurricane. I hold myself, waiting for the back wall to hit. And it does. They always do. This one, I suspect wasn't a too big of a one. The good people leave her, and go back to behind the glass. I see her relax. I do not speak; I just wait quietly for anything she may need to say. She sits~ 


I let out a deep sigh. Shaking, I go towards the door, and do not look back. I can feel her mind being so undone, she truly doesn't know what. I breathe in again and her arms surround me from behind. She is holding me, and sobbing. I relax again and thank the goddess that she has finally seen it my way. 

I do not turn to face her. I just let her hold me. She backs away from me and sits back at the table. As overwhelmed as I am I keeping away from her. I know its best. Another cigarette is lit. We both breathe out at the same time. The cig is crushed and she turns to me. Lust now in her eyes.

My hand is taken and she leads me down the white hall. A small bedroom, with curtains closed. A radio is on playing calming sounds. She lights a candle and looks to me. Her mouth is upon me and I react as instinct. Her hands upon me, reaching, groping, probing desiring. Clothes remain on our bodies entwined. On top of me, she grinds. Dry humps me with skill. A fist towards my orgasm which come quickly. I roll her over and bring up my knee, I pound her with my hand to her crotch and I see that she is pleased. Getting under my waistband she inhales deeply to herself. How wet I am, how turned on I am, how SIMPLE it is for me to cum. Her jeans are off. On my face, she sits, and I taste her so salty yet sweet. Her groans are not silenced, her needs not denied. I am with her, she wants me, and I want to comply. The lust that she has for me, never truly died. "Suck it, suck me off" and she grinds into my tongue. I am happy, I hum and I am won't stop until she is done.

Her mouth on my sex devours my clit. My pearl, as she has called it, hardens to the tip. Fucked hard and fast by her fist, I moan out. Another orgasm is had and we both shout out. She turns me over, and my ass is slapped. Her groan tells me she has her strap. It pushes deep into my tight ass. I breathe out, and breathe in the pleasure she needs. As she fucks me, my ass gets nice and red. She reaches around and grabs my swinging tits. Pulling on them, she bangs me as hard as she can. She screams an orgasm as I am fucked to my mercy. 

My cunt now soaked and needing release, three fingers start pulling and stroking. Her eyes widen as she sees me, her hands dive into her cunt and she grinds on top of me. Her hand, my hand, they are one. I pull her close once more and shudder as we cum. 

Exhaustion is our only reason to stop. No embarassment or shame either of us feels. We know what we have done, and there is nothing to regret. 

Walking away from her room, I smile to myself. I acknowledge her pain, suffering and grief and know that I can never take it away. But there is still hope in my heart that she will call to me again, feeling better about her circumstance, and to see me for who I was before her meltdown. Not just as a friend, but a deditcated girlfriend, one that would wait. One, who would weather all of her storms, stand by her, no matter what. Some one who she could turn to, cling to, rely upon. Im this selfish fantasy, I am the hero, the rescuer, the saint and the lover she can't live without. She needs me, and I am there to give her as she needs. 

As I walk away from this fantasy, my mind clouds over. I remember how much she gave to me, before she fell ill. Her love to me was unconditional and I still desire it to be. I want to give it back to her, as she once gave it to me. My guilt needs to be assuaged as I still feel I was her undoing, her demise. I was the last one to be with her before she went to walk along those white halls. 

The romance you say? How can that be romantic? SIMPLE. In this fantasy she reached out to me. Despite her anger, grief, sadness of hurricanes. But she still wanted me, on some level. And for that, I am glad. 

Fantasy versus reality. It is tempered but not solved.

Simple and Clean



The steaming bath water did little to soothe Pi's sexual ache but did a wonder on her muscles. It had been a long morning spent pleasuring others and it was fine to just relax. It was very nice because the claw-foot tub off the master bathroom was more than big enough for two, in this case she and Eddie. It was wonderful because the human was very kindly scrubbing at her sable mane while she bent forward. Her tidy nails were already free of clay and scraped along the aged porcelain of the tub's edge. They didn't make baths like this anymore that was for sure. Her demonic senses could feel undertows of past sin within worn ceramic, many a couple of many a sort had swapped fluids in this bathtub.

Low in her becoming throat the succubus thrummed as her mathematician took his sweet time massaging scalp in turn with rubbing artistic earth from her tresses. His touch was both sweet and thorough. She kneaded one of his thighs with her cute little toes, glad to have them again. Her other foot should be wedged against his sack, trying to tempt him. Instead she was using the ball of it to stroke at his side. There was something about soapy water that just brought out the Hudson and Day girl in her. Eddie had opened the window to let a cool air play against what skin was above the water line, and now and again when the breeze shifted it pricked her skin with pleased bumps. Inside she was still giggling. Eddie had tried to find something 'romantic' to listen too but his computer screen was trashed so he couldn't stream anything. He was plainly put out about that but had just fiddled around with his clock radio until he found something.

Thus they were listening to old Blue Eyes at the moment, his classy crooning made her heart flutter as much as Eddie's legs shifting against hers or the warm water lapping at the back edges of her breasts. "This is nice."

"Yeah." The college kid was a bit breathless, his tone backlit with concentration. "I think I've gotten almost all of it now."

"Thank you." Her hands slid back into the water and rewarded Eddie with a slow play of nails through the wet hair of his shins. "Time to rinse then."

"Do you want me to do it?" The question was light as his hands finally let go and were cleaned off. He wanted to tell her how good her hands felt on him, as well as ask exactly what the hell was going on. However for now Eddie just watched her head as she shook at it.

"I can manage." Her eyes smoldered behind schlaked bangs and held his for a long moment before she rose and then slid deeper into the tub. There was something calming when all you could hear was water and the rush of your own heart. Diligently she worked at rinsing her hair, taking her sweet time. The demoness could feel Eddie watching her plush lips parting as she took in short breaths, chest – buoyant in a natural way rising and falling. He was shifting in the tub as her tush caressed at his knees. It was nice to be watched, nice to be lusted after.

Still she couldn't just pose forever. Hair was slicked back as she surfaced and pulled to sitting up straight for a moment. Eyelashes fluttered while she conformed to her edge of the bathtub, shoulders lounging against the lip and arms dangling. Her lips pursed to something seductive and smug.

"What?" Eddie moved his head back lightly and blinked before casting a nervous smile to her.

She dried her lips with her pink tongue that craved his cum once more. Slim black bows arched in a pained fashion "I am wondering what you are doing all the way over there."

"Oh!" The smile broke into an easy laugh that made it honest. He held up a bar of half-used soap. It was the sort of white simple stuff that bachelor's used because it was cheap and fit the bill. Men never understood the flare of real soaps. "I was considering washing your back but you're all the way over there, Pi."

She laughed soft and throaty before realizing her cheeks were actually red. Rolling deep dark eyes she slid away from her perch and turned with a skim of breasts across the surface of the water. Then back into his arms the succubus trustingly wiggled. Her backside settled against his pelvis and she made a little huff when there was no erection to greet her. Well it hadn't been that long since she'd given him such a public handie. She didn't make cleaning her back easy as shoulders settled against his video game 'toned' muscles. After squirming just to feel his skin pulling against hers Pi made a comfortable sound. Her head tilted to rest against his shoulder and gaze settled on his face. He breathed, lifting her soft weight up and down with his chest.

"My front is dirty too, Eddie." The point was first punctuated by the beating of long lashes before she took hold of his hands and guided then to her bosom. "See?"

"Oh!" His timid laugh reverberated through her. It took a second for his hands to massage her knockers, and then a bit longer for him to remember it took soap to actually clean. Sudsing up her chest he firmly rubbed, playing with the globes of flesh instead of really cleaning. Not that Pi minded at all, in fact she started to suck at his jaw line. Her nipples grew taunt. A little sigh fluttered along his throat as he cupped under each of them with one hand and let the other fall slide and splash into the water. "Like so?"

"Yes." Pi chortled against his flesh, hands raking over his forearms in approval. "Just like that. You are a very kind man, Eddie."

"Thanks." He scooped up handfuls of bathwater and ran them over her breasts to clean them. In turn she gasped as they were warmed for a moment only to be tickled by cool wisps of air once more. "You."

"I?" Pie guided his hands down to her stomach so the poor geek could think.

He felt muscles under comfortable padding and took a moment to rub there to. This strange visitor had such a healthy body. Strange visitor? No that wasn't quite right now was it? He filled his lungs with breath and just stroked and caressed her tummy. "I totally forget what I was going to say. Um... so you are really a demon?"

"Yes." She nosed and drew moist salt from his neck with a drag of her tongue. "Yes I am, Eddie. I do have to say your very sexy cousin had the oddest reaction to the news. I really and surprised you are not either stunned with fear or calling for an exorcist. Surprised and pleased."

When she purred and wiggled against him to emphasize just how pleased she was to be in his arms like this it made Eddie smile shy. "Thanks. I... I'm actually an atheist. Well I was anyway."

"Oh?" That actually got the demoness to giggle. "I am sorry to turn that on its ear for you, Eddie. An atheist? How cute." She gave his arm a pinch.

"Gee thanks." This time his tone was wry but he didn't stop sliding his palms over her skin. In predictable fashion they returned to her tits, squeezing and kneading them. "I don't know why Abby reacted that way. I... well she's always said the family has some dark and odd history? I don't know. Do you... um... like that?"

"The dark history?" Pi sat up, pressing her barely more than a handful strongly into his hands. "Or you playing with my breasts?"

"Your breasts." He leaned forward to kiss at the back of her wet crown and gave her nipples a tug. "You seem pretty silly for a succubus."

Gasping she didn't pull from his smooth fingers. "I have been told that before. Please do not stop."

"I won't" The nerd rolled those hard bits of flesh in between two fingers each. The pecks moved to her ears. "I've never taken a bath with a woman before."

"Mm. I cannot really say the same." Pi's laugh returned to throaty and mature.

"I... yeah." Flashes of watching her fingering and eating Abby slithered through his mind's eye. "So can we talk about you know? I mean stuff? I'm all confused."

Swallowing hard Pi curled hands over his to stop wanton motions before moving them back to her stomach. "You seem to know what you are doing to me, Eddie. However, I am sure that you have questions and it is best that I am not distracted as I answer."

"Sure." He nuzzled the back of her head before leaning back. His hands slid from the trap of hers and once he fumbled about making her giggle in a ticklish manner the soap was found. On her back he started to work, marveling at the shape of her spine, the fine curve of her shoulder blades. Her pale skin was without flaw to the point where it seemed odd to be cleaning it at all. "So."

"So?" Letting her eyes close Pi settled hands idly in the water just relishing the feeling and these quiet moments of relaxation. It had been too long since anyone had spoiled her like this; especially without having to bewitch him first. Eddie she had a feeling was more than a sexy nerd.

"Why me?" He lazily drew circles along her ribs before setting the soap aside and rinsing with handfuls of water once more. "I mean. Yeah, why me?"

"Fair enough." After arching first and foremost the demoness puffed out a small sigh before lounging against his chest once more. It was an entirely too comfortable spot. "You and I are going to change the world, Eddie. I know that sounds like a tall order but a man with such a sexy brain like yours realizes the world runs on math, right?"

"Runs on math?" Eddie wrapped his arms around her and found he was already fond of having her there. Last night into this morning had been damn odd. It felt like a good sort of odd, so far. "I guess so? I mean math is how we express what we know about the universe."

"Mmm-mmm." She shook her head in response. Soaked hair pulled across his flesh. "Math shapes the universe, Eddie. Rather how mankind perceives math. The guy in the big chair after all made Earth and all around it to serve those crafted in His image. So when all of you use a new sort of math to define in, well it gets redefined to fit the new view."

"Oh." After a blink Eddie's chin settled against the top of her dark mane. "Sort of like quantum physics? Things are only there because you look for them?"

Pi purred at his description of it, even if it was a simplification of a complex subject. "Sort of. Think of as consensual reality. Until math proved that the Earth revolved around the Sun who can say it was not the other way around? It actually was, you know."

"You're fucking with me." His brows furrowed together while his feet slid against hers. They were so small and cute!

"Not yet." Clucking her tongue Pi tickled fingers along one of his thighs. "No I am serious. Before Newton? Folks could fly without needing vehicles. Every single time you lovely little humans declare some sort of mathematic law? Everything shifts to match that idea."

Eddie closed his eyes to try and work through what she was saying. "Because God made the earth ours?"

"Can we not use the G-word?" The succubus cringed, setting a finger to his lips behind her before he could apologize. "But yes, that is pretty much the concept of it."

"Wow." Cracking his neck Eddie blew out a long breath. "So, why would the devil want to help with math then?"

"Mmm." Pi shifted out from under his chin so she could adjust and lay down her head against the round of his shoulder. Dark eyes settled on his face. "What happens as man defines the universe? The earth is no longer made in seven days but rather billions of years. The universe is more than just the planets you can see and was made by an intense gravity well exploding in a big bang, not His will."

In turn his mouth made an O shape.

"You said yourself that you were an atheist, Eddie." Her eyes fluttered sweet as plush lips grew. "The stricter man defines the world the further it moves from the divine, and the infernal. Sure it makes it harder for us to cause trouble, which is honestly probably for the best. However in the end with His little ant farm a tad bit more out of reach every few decades? Let us just say the thrill it gives my boss is well worth the trade off."

"Lucifer?" He reached out to trace under her eye carefully.

"Can we not use the L-word?" Pi smiled in repost.

"Luxembourg?" Eddie's laugh poured through her body again and she joined in. Water splashed and shifted as she sat up. A kiss was stolen as Pi fanned fingers against the side of one of his cheeks. A second as given freely and lingered into a third.

"No not Luxembourg." As hell's librarian spoke her full lips caressed his masculine ones before dipping to press to the divot in chin. "Silly goose."

"So you're here to help me advance math into its next great leap?" Eddie used his strong hands to turn and press her to him without resistance on Pi's part. Down they wandered to stroke the small of her back then up. "Am I going to hell?"

"I do not think so." She pecked at his lower lip, teeth unsheathed to tug. "Though I would not mind if you did, I think."

"Burning in hellfire doesn't sound that fun." He managed to murmur against her now probing tongue. Lightly he tasted it with his own before it retreated back into his mouth.

"It is not." Pi's strong nose brushed against his and she drew in his errant wisps of breath in. Shifting the lovely monster sighed content. Her arms settled across his shoulders, then hitched at the elbow so she could massage his brown mop. "It is not all hellfire though you know. There are lakes of acid and plains of freezing cold too."

The way Pi spoke about her home was far too similar to a travel channel narrator. It made Eddie chuckle. "Great, just great."

"Oh for fuck's sake." A scratchy voice interrupted their conversation. "Why couldn't I walk in on you two playing hide the salami instead of this... this mushy shit."

"Aphex!" Blindly Pi snatched a washcloth and zinged it in the direction she thought the imp was.

The little demon slipped out of the way before blowing her a raspberry with desiccated tongue. His eyes, vestigial and otherwise, rolled. "Missed me there sweet cheeks. I mean seriously you're the sappiest succubus ever!"

"Hush!" She responding with her own roll of eyes and sloshed away from her mathematician. Against the side lip she leaned on her forearms. It wasn't long before becoming chin was set on them and she bent and arched her bare back in just the right way to catch Eddie's attention. With rivulets of water running off pale skin and the top of rump broke from the surface.

His gaze wasn't on her but riveted instead to the imp. Aphex tilted his head to one side and struck a pose before flexing a bit, making sure the mortal got a good luck at his scaled and burnt little body. Wings twitched before folding into place.

Out popped a needling smile from between Aphex's chapped lips. "Hey there. Stop staring wouldja? Trust me there's a lot worse you could see. I guess you're eh... Eddie right?"

Stunned the mortal nodded before trying to get his throat to work. When the imp took to wing and bobbled with all the grace of a bumble bee to sit on the tub's edge it didn't help. Apehx's little claws dipped into the water, around them it boiled.

"Eddie." Pi reassured her assistant while reaching out to scrape a nail along the shell of stunted ear. "Did you get everything then?"

"Yep." Aphex twisted to gesture into the room with one tiny talon. "It's still all in boxes and bags. I figured you two could do the rest. I need a nap."

"That's a demon." While he stammered Eddie tried to move but his body just wouldn't respond. "Holy shit."

The imp shook his head and gave the mistress a pleading look. "See this is what you get for kissing him stupid." Sunken eyes sparked as they moved back to Eddie and that sharp smirk returned. "You give sugartits here the big O yet?"

"Lakes of Fire, Aph!" Pi made a humph and gave the imp a slap on his shoulder. "Hush! I am fine, really."

"Fine? Fine?" Aphex waved her off with a swipe of claw before rubbing at his abused shoulder. Eddie was given a see what I have to put up with sort of look. "She's a violent one, you gotta look out for it. But really, come on man, there's a fertile field there just waiting to get plowed."

Highlighted with a flush Eddie just rubbed his face. "Oh geez."

"Oh gizz works – hey!" The imp tried to fly away as Pi snatched him and then dunked him into the water. The imp flailed and sputtered with all of his strength but little avail. The water hissed and bubbled wildly around him.

"Sorry!" Pi cast the brightest beam she could to the geek. "He is a bit of a pain but he is harmless."

"You should probably uh, not drown him." Not being a heartless creature he urged her arms to lift Aphex from the water. Sheepishly she followed his directions. The imp hacked and coughed before giving Pi's forearm a good natured slap with his spade like tail.

"See what I mean!" Recessed gaze slipped Eddie's way and Aphex wiggled in Pi's tender hands until he was let go. He didn't fall into the water but instead hovered along before he sat on the mortal's shoulder with a plop of small ass. Wings were flexed to shake off water before settling. Small and boney elbow was used to nudge Eddie's strong cheek. "It's okay though. She's got a good heart. Seriously though, get up in it."

With a laugh of discomfort the demoness slid through the water back over to her side of the tub. "Edward, this is Aphex, my right hand man. Aphex, this is Edward Vance." She gestured between the two of them in elegant motion, liquid pouring from her arm. "Mm I sent out Aphex out this morning to pick up some clothes and stuff for me."

"A lot of clothes. You need any yourself there, Eddie? Just let me know." The imp adjusted and got comfortable.

"Um. Okay." The poor human was at a loss of how exactly to deal with this. "I will. It's nice to meet you, Aphex. You're not going to eat my soul are you?"

When Eddie offered his hand to shake in an awkward angle Aphex used both of his to do so. The man had a pretty comfortable shoulder. "Nope. I'm just here to help you two out in a lot of ways. I don't clean." The imp added with deep emphasis. "So don't ask. You can clean up all those cans and tighty not so whities yourself alright? I did get you a new monitor like Pi here asked along with a few... other things."

Eddie relaxed, having Aph there wasn't that much different than having a cat perching. Save of course that the wee demon was talking and coarse instead of soft. Blowing out a long breath he focused his eyes on Pi. He wasn't about to pet the imp in the same way. It would be a bit too strange. "Thanks, man. Um. If I can help you with anything just let me know? Wow this is weird."

"You'll get used to it." Off of the mathematician's shoulder Aphex floated over in Pi's direction only to hiss as she flicked water good naturedly at him. Instead his course took him over to sit atop closed toilet. "Hey you got manners at least, that's a good thing. So... what are we talking about?"

"Hell. What I am doing here, the usual." Pi blew her attaché a full smacking kiss before looking back to Eddie. "So any other questions?"

Realizing he was studying the smaller infernal who had an odd way of being put together that was somewhere between insect and reptile, that was then lit on fire, Eddie looked back over to Pi. Her form was of course infinitely more pleasing. "I'm sure I do have some. So Aphex here is an?"

"Imp!" Aphex answered for her after raising his hand. He and Pi shared a chuckle.

What followed was a long suffering look as Pi sighed. "He's fun to have around and does not chew on the soft tissue of my partners."

"Most of the time." Aphex chirped.

"Most of the time." Exasperated the demoness laughed. "Anyway, besides being a riot he is good at acquiring stuff I need. It is not like succubae get direct deposit."

"At least not when Eddie boy here is involved." The quip came complete with a crude motion.

"... You remind me of my school friends." Eddie had to admit with a light chuckle. It was clear Aphex was a joker, a very rude joker. "So what do you eat, Aphex?"




Simple and Clean



"Me?" Vestigial eyes blinked. "Hell just about everything. I'm going to be wandering around a as a cat so... if you could get meat or something? I don't really like that dry shit."

"Who does?" Pi wrinkled her sultry features.

"Yeah no kidding." Checking out under his nails Aphex licked at constantly chapped lips. "A pizza every once in a while would be great too."

"Gotcha." Eddie slid his foot under the water quietly and rested it against the pit of Pi's stomach. Toes tickled lightly and she fought down the urge to squiggle. "Okay so you're just here to inspire me to some great breakthrough then? I thought succubus you know, well that they fucked men to death."

"Tch." Pi cast a pleading look upward. "Bad press really. I mean sure I have some sisters that are into the whole dom thing you know? Not me. I just love brilliant men. I mean, sex is great, it is what I do." She buffed nails against one breast. "But without the conversations and stuff in between? It gets really boring. Besides the boss assigned me to do this."

"Okay." The question as to how many famous math geniuses she'd slept with throughout history formed at the back of his mind. He decided just as quickly he didn't want to know the answer. Up his foot caressed, just stroking and teasing. The way she gave him a half-lidded look made his heart flutter. "Then once I have this breakthrough?"

"I get trapped back in the number named after me until the next time someone needs me." Pi gave her a reassuring smile only to blink and have the expression sag as something sad bloomed at the back of Eddie's dark eyes. With a cough she looked away over to Aphex.

"Which sucks for me cause I just get to sit around and wait for something to do." Aphex snorted before lounging back on his hands. "No fun at all. Take my advice though, Eddie. If you run across other succubae? Get away from them. Most of them aren't as sweet hearted as honeypot here."

"Okay dokey. I'll make sure to be careful there." Eddie filed the information away and gave the imp a thankful smile. "You make them sound scary."

"They just don't care." Aphex shrugged.

The human looked over to Pi and curved up his brows. Hrm, he was starting to prune. "And you do, Pi?"

She lowered her chin and eyes demurely. "Aph's just bucking to get fed better than usual I am sure. "

"Yeah yeah." The imp huffed and then leapt off of the john. Before he reached the ground Aphex had become an archetypical black cat with eerie eyes. "I'm going to find some place to lick my balls. You two kids have fun. Like a lot of sticky sex fun alright?"

"Have fun, Aphex." Wiggling fingers Pi let out an expressive sigh, especially with the way her chest moved. "Try not to eat too many spiders."

"But they're yummy." After a tail flick the impish kitty saw himself out.

"See you later." Eddie called after Aphex before rubbing at his face for a long moment. Fingers parted so he could peek over at the demoness. He caught her eye and kept it. "So how do we go about this?"

"This?" One brow arched up in time with her lips lifting.

"Well you staying here? Us working together?" Anxiety crept into his voice once more. "I can't believe that I'm going to have some mathematics breakthrough. I mean, I'm not all that smart you know. It's sort of hard to swallow."

"Trust me." She blew him a kiss across the tub. "You'll be fine. Deep down inside you is that potential. One day it's just going to click into place. I am just going to do everything I can to muse you."

"So." Eddie coughed and lifted his soap and worked on cleaning his arms, cheeks reddening. "Okay I will try to wrap my head around that. So what's your cover going to be?"

"Cover?" Her lips pressed together in a plush and pleasing display. Quietly Pi lifted his foot and quietly rubbed it. "What do you mean?"

"Well. I mean. Your uh, guy there, has brought in clothes and other stuff for you and me." He nodded lightly. "Abby knows you are here and what you are and seems... even more accepting of that fact than I."

Both of them felt that was strange.

"Okay." Her nails graced across his arch to see if he was ticklish. Pi licked at her lips with a pleased mrr as he twitched a bit.

"Well. Who are you going to be to everyone else? I'm at the campus when I do most of my real work. Abby has her artsy friends over pretty often." From what he'd seen anyway. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, tried to turn the cogs in his head. It was hard sharing a bath with pretty much the sexiest woman he'd ever known, not even for a full day yet.

"Ah. Well where do you go to school?" Eyes smoldered as she slid his foot from her tummy up between her boobs. "I am sure I can figure out some way to work my way into there."

"St. Agatha's University." Eddie wiggled his toes and moved his foot left and right just to feel the soft flesh pushing against his feet. "My family has a lot of history there. One of the buildings is named after us."

"Blackmoor Hall?" Opulent eyes sparked with astound and amusement. Pi sucked in her lower lip, waiting for the affirmative that was going to come.

"...Yeah." Head tilted to the side and Eddie cleaned off his chest and arms with slow pushes of cooling water. "Yeah that's it. How do you know that?"

Sliding away from Eddies foot Pi moved to sit on her lip of things thus giving her a bit of a looming posture. "I have heard the name before is all, downstairs. Mm, your family really does have a bit of a dark past. I would suggest that you ask Abigail about that."

"Great. Just great." Eddie groaned while his gaze slide over her curves and assets. "Are we talking like some family link to demonology and dark rituals going on in St. Agatha's basement?"

"Yep." With a wink and a smirk the succubus slid from the tub fully reaching for a towel and giving the human a slow long show of drying off. Parts he'd already touched and seen were hidden in just the erotic way to tease. Pi took her sweet time brushing fresh white linen over the rise of her hips, the cleft of her bosom. "Well I think I should not have any sort of trouble finding a position at the university. I am certain there are a few old contracts and debts of blood I can barter for and then call in. Mm, do you have a problem with a rumor running about that you are fucking one of the teachers?"

Eddie choked and glanced to the side despite wanting to give the milky pale woman a suave look. "As long as it's not a rumor, I guess?"

Even with milksop delivery Pi flushed along her throat which rumbled in mature amusement. "Oh trust me it will not be a rumor at all. Maybe, ooo, maybe I could see about getting on as the librarian. Something tells me you would rather like that, Eddie."

Want curled at the bottom of the mathematician's lungs. "I really would."

"Perfect." Turning with the swish of wet hair Pi plopped down on closed toilet and worked on drying tresses as black as her heart was supposed to be. Again her body curled in a tempting way, leaning forward so long strands provided a sheer curtain for her the side of her chest. Every plush plane of her feminine wiles posed to capture and confine his attention. "Then I shall see what I can do to make that happen, Eddie."

The nerd's lips lifted as he thought on that. Really for a 'vile demon' Pi was very giving. "Do um, do you like to dance?"

Pi's sculpted brows perked. "Dance? How very sinful."

"I guess?" He coughed and slopped along to the other side of the tub just to be closer to her. "Not so much anymore, the world's not so very puritan."

"Oh I know." A shiver of pleasure the demoness lopped the towel over her becoming neck. "Do you like to dance?"

"I asked you first." Eddie made a shooting motion after her that was followed by a smug look. "Do you like to dance?"

"I." Dark gaze focused on his for a long moment as Pi seemed at a loss as to what to do. No one ever asked her what she wanted before, she always conformed to whatever her charge liked to do. "If you do-"

"No." The smugness sharpened but not in a harsh manner as Eddie cut her off. "Do, you, Pi, like to dance? This has nothing to do with me."

Out her lower lip that needed to be bruised with kisses jutted. "Yes it does."

He flicked water at her. "No it does not. Do you as a person like to dance?"

"I am not a person, Eddie." Pi's lashes brushed closed and she dipped her head in shame. "I am a succubus."

"No. You are Pi are a person." He flicked water at her again. "Mm, fine I want you to be your own person. Take that."

Soft shoulders twitched and her lip was sucked in. An odd warmth crawled along Pi's bones; usually it was wanton need to heated her flesh but this... "Okay, Edward." She made a show of her chest when she huffed. "I like to dance."

"Good." His face brightened fully. "So do I. There's a small club in town that has a rat pack night, so, um, would you like to go?"

Pi's thighs rubbed together because she expected to be damp. No, she definitely wasn't turned on. Delicately one nest of her fingers curled against her breastbone in confusion. "You are asking me if I want to go on a date?"

"Uh." Eddie swallowed. "Sure? I mean it could be a lot of fun. I don't know if that's against the succubus code of conduct or something."

That made Pi snort before she ducked her hot face away. Long black hair curled against her neck and becoming shoulder. "That does sound nice. I suppose you want to show me off?"

Shaking his head Eddie watched her in what seemed to be an actually shy moment. "No I just want to dance with you."

"Oh." After popping to her feet the infernal sauntered not for him but for the door. "Well it has been a rather long evening, Eddie. I think I need to lie down and catnap for a bit. Try not to prune."

His chuckle danced with her's. "I'll be there in a moment. Though the sun is up now."

Pi cocked her hip to one side, then to the other with as indulgent sway of her ass. "Okay." Out the demoness slid with a pull of her haunch against doorframe.

There was little that Eddie could do but watch her go, every fine line. The squeezing of his lungs seeped along his veins and after a soft shudder he knew what he had to do. Getting a towel as he got out the mortal took the time it took to sketch out seduction in his head.

"Try not to fuck this up." He muttered and headed back into his messy room.



Simple & Straightforward



I first saw her picture on the dating website I'd just joined. Her screen name was "simplesf" and she was older than me. Much older by my normal standards, whatever those standards might be. I hadn't dated in two years, and hadn't had a sustained relationship in even longer than that. So saying what was normal, and what wasn't, was a guess at best.

But her picture caught my eye. And truth be told I'd always been attracted to older women. Her profile listed her as forty-two, and assuming that was the truth, that made her almost ten years older than me. I don't think I'd ever dated anyone that was more than a few months older than me, and certainly no one a few years older, let alone ten. But something drew me to her picture. There was just something about her. I was hard to describe. To me she had this air about her, an air of sophistication, and confidence, and style. She just had something that most other women didn't have, and it came through even though all I saw was her picture.

Her profile didn't really say much about her. Paired with her picture, her profile made her seem mysterious, which I'm sure only added to my attraction. Her hair was dark, cut into a stylish bob that seemed to frame her face her perfectly. And her deep brown eyes set against high cheeks and fair skin seemed to glow. Other than that, her profile simply listed her as divorced with no children. Physically she was listed as tall and slender. Her location indicated she lived within twenty-five miles of me. She didn't bother list any hobbies, or likes and dislikes, as most of the other profiles seemed to do. At the end of the profile she was characteristically brief as well, stating simply, "What you see is what you get."

I wasn't sure what I was doing. I had only recently decided to try the online dating scene as wasn't sure what to expect. In the past week since I'd joined, I'd sent out about five feelers. I'm sure my profile seemed awkward, and my messages probably did too, and so far I hadn't had any luck. Of the five messages I'd sent, I'd received only one reply, and she politely indicated she wasn't interested. I didn't expect much when I finally sent a message to "simplesf." I felt awkward writing it, and even more awkward reading it back before I sent it. I briefly introduced myself, included a link to my profile, and mentioned how her picture and profile caught my eye, and that she seemed like she would be interesting to talk to.

My anticipation waned as two days had passed and she hadn't replied. By then I had given up hope. I just assumed she wasn't interested and that I would never hear from her again. I was disappointed to be sure, but I wasn't surprised based on what had happened before. Still I found myself visiting her profile again, staring at her picture, and wondering what she was really like.

After work on the third day since I sent the message I logged into the website, and to my complete surprise, I had a message waiting for me from "simplesf." As I stared at the message, my stomach sank and my hands began to twitch. I was a strange combination of fear and excitement. I paused before I clicked on the message, unsure what I really wanted to see, and even more unsure of what to expect. Finally after what seemed an abnormally long time I managed to click on the message. When it popped up my first reaction was one of disappointment. It was a very brief message and I thought surely would it say she was just not interested. But as my nerves calmed I realized that it simply stated "Tell me more about yourself."

I agonized over my response, taking more than an hour to write two short paragraphs. In my response I did as she asked, and told her more about myself. I told her where I was from and where I grew up, where I went to college, and what I studied. I told her I was as an electrical engineer and worked in the semiconductor industry, and that in my spare time I liked to jog, and read, and drink coffee. I explained to her how my passion was black and white photography and that it took up a great deal of my free time. I tried to be simple and succinct. I wasn't really sure how my message would come off. I had always been awkward and more than a bit shy, and I'm sure that somehow came across.

I must have read the message five times before I actually sent the message, making minor changes each time I read it. Finally I hit the send button and went to eat some dinner.

All through dinner I couldn't keep my thoughts from wandering. I wondered what she would think and if she would even reply. After dinner I checked my e-mail again. Nothing. I must have checked it ten more times that night before I went to bed. I couldn't stop thinking about her. All night I tossed and turned. Finally too restless to sleep I got up to check my mail again sometime in the middle of the night. I didn't expect to see anything but I still had to check. When I saw a reply in my inbox my body immediately reacted. I swear I felt my stomach in my throat as I clicked on the message. Once again it was very short. It said nothing more than "Don't you have any questions for me?"

I wasn't sure what to think. Here I was trembling as I read her message, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. I'd spent an hour writing a message to her, and she spent all of ten seconds replying. I had no idea if she was interested, if she was just being polite, or if she was just teasing me. I spent the next hour thinking of questions to ask her. I had a million questions I wanted to ask. My list grew longer and longer and I tried to cut it down, but as I did I became acutely self-conscious. What kind of questions was I asking? As I read them over and over they seemed silly to me. I wanted to ask all the questions I had written down. I wanted to know the answers. But at the same time I felt embarrassed to ask. I felt like a little boy obsessively asking his teacher questions, trying to win her attention. In the end, I decided to just ask one question. My message was brief and to the point, just like hers had been. I asked "Where does 'simplesf' come from?"

The next day was torture. All day at work I couldn't concentrate. All I thought about was her, and what she would say and do next. I wondered if she thought I was annoying and if she was already bored with me. I left work half an hour early just so I could check my e-mail at home, hoping there would be a response. As I logged in my whole body seemed to tremble, my breath was short, and my fingers twitched errantly as I typed. When I finally opened the inbox, I think my heart must have stopped. Another message awaited me. Like before, this message was brief. But unlike before, this one was two lines. The first line read "simplesf=simple & straightforward." The second line read "Would you be interested in joining me for coffee this evening?"

By now my heart was pounding in my chest. My fingers trembled as I hit "reply." I typed "yes" and asked where she would like to meet and at what time. After I sent the message I went to get something to eat. I made myself a quick sandwich but it was no use. I had no appetite, my mind was elsewhere along with my stomach. After half an hour I couldn't wait any more. I logged in again to see if she had replied.

Her response was customarily brief. She said eight o'clock at Woodrow's Coffee House. I immediately went to get ready.

By the time eight o'clock rolled around my nerves were shot. I was nothing but a frazzled mess. On the short drive over I panicked. I looked down and saw how poorly I was dressed. I felt like a little schoolboy in his schoolboy uniform. For some reason I wore khaki pants and a plain white button down shirt. As I dressed I thought to myself I didn't want to stand out. I didn't want to create any false impressions. I just wanted to be me. But as usual, I quickly began to doubt myself. What had I gotten myself into? What was I going to say? I already felt awkward and I hadn't even said hello yet. Part of me wanted to turn around and go home, and part of me wanted nothing more than to meet her.

I arrived at Woodrow's five minutes early. I sat at a table inside, near the windows so I could watch the traffic flow by outside. I thought if nothing else, the traffic may give us something to talk about. As my eyes briefly moved to the café's front doors, she stepped through the doors at precisely eight o'clock.

Her profile on the web site was accurate. She was tall and slender just as described. Slender hips. Slender legs. Delicate arms. Small breasts. I immediately wondered if she was actually taller than me. She certainly was in the heels she had on, and I wondered if that would be the case flat footed as well. She was dressed in a navy blue pin stripe business suit. It was perfectly tailored and fit her slender frame extremely well. As she entered, she paused briefly to scan the room. Before I could stand up to greet her, she noticed me sitting at the table. I was glad she recognized me. Part of me worried that my picture on my profile wasn't representative. Knowing that it was and that she recognized me helped calm my nerves ever so slightly.

As she approached me, I stood up to greet her and extended my hand.

"Hello," I said. "I'm Josh."

She took my hand replied. "Hello, I'm Melissa. It's very nice to meet you."

Instinctively I pulled out the chair for her at the table. She sat down immediately as if that was what she expected.

She definitely had a presence about her. The same feeling I felt looking at her picture carried over into real life. You could tell she had a quiet confidence and sophistication about her. And based on her outfit, her sense of style and taste seemed impeccable. I was immediately attracted to her, but at the same time I felt uncomfortable and a bit out of place. It was a bit odd, I didn't feel like I was on a date at a coffee house, but rather her subordinate at a business meeting.

I don't know if it was her age, or the way she carried herself, or if it was simply my lack of confidence and inexperience, but I was definitely drawn to her. At the same time I felt unsure of my place. It was like her presence reached across the table and grabbed me.

The waitress soon came and took our order, and as she did I found myself looking across at her. Her picture did her justice as well, although up close and personal she did look slightly older than her picture. Crow's feet had quietly begun to creep around both her eyes and mouth, but instead of detracting from her appearance, in a way they seemed to enhance it by adding depth and character to an already exquisite face. With the way she presented herself, she would have seemed awkward with the face of a twenty-five year old. But as she was, her face seemed to project her personality perfectly.

Our chat began slow. I found myself intimidated and it seemed like I was looking out the window and into the street more than I was looking at her. Once the coffee arrived and I had a few sips, I began to settle down. At the same time she began to grow a bit more talkative.

I asked her about her work, and she explained how she worked in advertising. She talked a bit about what she did exactly, what she liked about it, and what she didn't. Overall, the feeling I felt from across the table was very cordial. I have to say, she dominated the conversation, leading it were she wanted to go and setting the tone. I simply followed her lead in what felt like a very natural way. As the time wore on, I found myself becoming more and more drawn to her. The way she smiled at me, the way she looked at me just seemed to suck my in effortlessly. Even though the conversation didn't take on a sexual tone in any way, I nonetheless found myself wondering about her. Imagining what she would be like. Wondering how she would act. How she would look. The sounds she would make. But it was strange, as my thoughts turned sexual in nature, I felt more and more intimidated by her. The subordination I had felt when we first sat down never seemed to go away. If anything, it seemed to increase.

We sat and talked for nearly two hours when she said that she had to get going. Again, almost by instinct I stood and helped her with her chair. We walked together out of the coffee shop and into the parking lot. As we left I felt all eyes were on me. I'm sure we seemed like a strange pair to the other patrons. Out in the parking lot, I stopped at her car and shook her hand and thanked her for a good time. She smiled and said the same. To my complete surprise she asked if I would be interested in dinner the following evening.

For dinner, we met an Italian restaurant near Woodrow's. It was more of the same. Once again, she seemed to come directly from work dressed in a black business suit, and once again the suit was perfectly tailored and looked stunning on her. I tried to dress a bit more stylish, donning a jacket and tie I had purchased earlier that day just for the occasion.

Even though I knew more of what to expect, the feelings from our experience at the coffee shop seemed to carry over. I couldn't get over the way I felt in her presence. How I felt so intimidated and unsure of myself, and how she seemed to be so confident and in control.

As we started dinner, the conversation began much as before, about simple day to day activities and benign likes and dislikes. But as the evening wore on, the tone of the conversation changed. I don't know if it was the wine, or something else entirely, but what had seemed banal and ordinary began to take on sexual overtones. She talked about her ex-husband, how they met, and how they broke up. She talked about other relationships she'd had since then, and she asked about me and the relationships I'd had. None of the conversation was overtly sexual in nature, although the sexual tension I felt building inside me was palpable. Once again my thoughts wandered to her, her relationship with her husband, and what the sex was like, and how it was in her other relationships as well. I wondered about her sexual personality and I envisioned how I would be with her myself. I imagined what it would be like. How she would act and how I would act as well.

I began to wonder if she was thinking some of the same thoughts about me as we talked. I wondered if she knew what I was thinking. Part of me felt embarrassed by it, but I couldn't help myself. And part of me knew that she had me in this kind of sexual trance, unable to focus on anything but her. Part of me couldn't help but think she encouraged it, and help feed it along. It was very subtle kind of tease, but she was so very good at it.

As we ordered desert, the sexual overtones, seemed to step up another notch. At first she simply touched me on the shoulder, and then further down my arm. When she did, my whole body tingled. I just wanted her to keep touching me. I didn't want it to stop. As we ate our desert and talked, she continued to touch me playfully. Her contact was not overt, it seemed to flow with the conversation and be a natural part of it. Still, each time she touched me, it seemed to be a bit different. As we slowly finished desert, she brushed the back of her hand gently across my thigh.

By this point I was beyond aroused. I wondered if she knew how aroused I was and for some reason I wanted desperately to hide it from her. It felt like if she knew, she would know what kind of effect she had on me. And part of me didn't want to give her that kind of control. As her had gently brushed my thigh, the waiter came and she asked for the check. As he walked she reached across my thigh and over to the rock hard cock between my legs. Gently she brushed her hand up and down along its length. My eyes involuntarily closed and my whole body shuddered as she did so. Slowly and deliberately she leaned closer and whispered in my ear as her hand continued its motion, "You know this is mine don't you?"

At that point I think my heart stopped. I was physically unable to mutter a response. By the time the waiter returned she had removed her hand and acted like nothing had just happened.

We paid the bill and got up to leave. I walked her to her car, not at all sure what to think or what would happen next. As she unlocked her car and I opened the door for her, she asked if I wanted to come back to her place for some coffee.

In fifteen minutes I found myself sitting on the couch in her living room wondering what I was doing there. My heart was pounding in my chest. I'm not sure I had ever been so nervous. I was totally under her spell. I felt like there was little I could do to resist anything. That alone scared me half to death.

She came back from the kitchen with two cups of coffee and unassumingly sat on the couch beside me. No mention was made of what had happened in the restaurant. Instead we just talked as before, much as we did at the beginning of the evening. The sexual innuendo was still there. The way she was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, there was no way it couldn't be.

After ten minutes of talking I finished my coffee and set my cup on the table in front of me. Melissa calmly continued to drink her coffee, but now instead of talking she just stared at me. It was almost a blank stare. Her look seemed like it was void of emotion, and as I looked at her I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she lowered the cup from her lips and said "Why don't you stand up?"

It was strange, part of me wondered why she would make such a request, enough so that I wanted to question it, but the other part of me, the part that was on auto-pilot did exactly as I was told. She continued staring at me as I stood directly in front of her. As I stood there, a thin smile crossed her lips.

She motioned for me to move around the table and to the center of the room. Once again, without question, I did as she directed me. The whole episode seemed very strange to me, yet I didn't resist in any way.

"Take off your shirt," Melissa said.

I took off my tie and as I began unbuttoning my shirt, I wondered what I was doing. I felt a strong urge to question what was going on, and as I moved my lips to ask, the other part of me thought better of it, and I just continued what I was doing.

"Now the pants."

Before long I was standing in the middle of the living room in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Embarrassment overwhelmed me. I felt so awkward and intimidated. My rock hard cock was bulging out of my underwear and I was powerless to do anything about it.

"And the rest."

As I slid my boxers over my hips, Melissa just stared at me expressionless. I had no idea what she was thinking or what she wanted me to do. But if I felt embarrassed standing in front of her in my underwear it was nothing compared to the way I felt now. Every insecurity I ever had seemed to come rushing though my body. I felt so naked and so alone. My rock hard cock seemed so tiny. All of me was on display for her to see. Part of me wanted to run out the door and never look back and part of me knew that wasn't possible. I stood naked with my arms lamely at my sides for what seemed like ages as Melissa looked me up and down. She casually sipped her coffee as she sat and stared.

Finally she broke her silence and said, "Why don't you stroke it for me?"

Almost as if by instinct now, I did what exactly as she said. I wrapped my right hand around my hard shaft and slowly moved it up and down. She watched in silence for a minute or two before she spoke again.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

I couldn't manage to muster an answer. Instead my eyes briefly rolled back in my head. As they opened, I saw that she had finished her coffee and had gotten up off the couch, and moved to take both of our empty cups back to the kitchen.

As she returned I continued to stroke my cock, and was inching ever closer to orgasm.




Simple & Straightforward



"You can stop now."

I immediately did as I was told and found myself more embarrassed than ever, realizing now that I was completely subject to her every whim.

I watched as she made her way toward the back of the house, wondering where she had gone. By now, I knew I was completely out of control. I couldn't help myself. She had me wrapped around her finger and she knew it. I continued to stand naked in the center of the living room until several minutes later she called for me to join her. I felt like a little puppy dog.

In the back of the house was her bedroom, she had the lights turned down low and several candles were burning. It was dark, but not dark enough where you couldn't see. She directed me to sit on a small ottoman at the end of her bed as she disappeared into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, my eyes blinked unsure of what I was seeing. The blink was just a natural reaction. I knew what I saw, and I knew what I had to do. As she approached, I got up from the ottoman and found myself moving to my knees. She didn't have to ask. She didn't have to say anything. I knew exactly what she wanted and I was powerless to do anything about it.

I took the cock in slowly at first. It looked and seemed so real, but yet I knew it wasn't. As my lips tasted it's rubbery tip my body became overloaded with emotion.

What was I doing? What had I gotten myself into? Why was I on my knees with a cock sliding in and out of my mouth? I felt so vulnerable. I felt so weak.

Melissa stroked my hair as I took the cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, until if finally disappeared, leaving only the black harness strapped around Melissa's hips to remain.

She encouraged me to suck it, clearly reveling in it. Her hand moved to the back of my head forcing me onto it. The cock fit perfectly. My mouth had never felt so full. It seemed like every nerve inside my mouth was overloaded. I found myself looking up at her as the six inches disappeared into my mouth. As I looked up, she looked down at me and smiled, her hand on the back of my head continuing to guide me.

"You like that don't you?"

"Uh...yeesssss....hmmmm," I mumbled.

I felt like half a man as I said it. But at the same time I found it so erotic. I felt so open, so lost, so vulnerable, so powerless. Part of me wanted to do nothing more that to suck her cock. Part of me wanted to take it as deep into my mouth as I could. Being on my knees, with her hand on the back of my head, I felt so dominated and humbled, and so alive at the same time.

After about five minutes on my knees she finally pulled away. I knew what was next. It was obvious. And I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

Without being told I assumed the position. My body leaned over the ottoman with my arms and legs on the floor straddling it and my ass high up in the air. As I lay so prone and so vulnerable, I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror directly in front of me. I immediately closed my eyes, too embarrassed to see myself in such a state.

The next thing I know I felt the warm, slick, gel sliding between my cheeks. So slowly and so ever so gently her fingers slid along my crack. I yelped when the first finger went in, unaccustomed to the unusual sensation. I yelped again when one finger turned to two, and then two to three.

By the time she placed her hands on my hips to mount me, I was begging her, just as she so clearly wanted.

"Please fuck me. Please."

As she slid in the first time, I watched myself in the mirror as I squealed. She only went part way in, but as she pulled the cock out of me, I watched in the mirror as she smiled.

"Please, please." I begged.

I groaned as she entered me again.

"Deeper...please...deeper."

The sensations and feeling that ran through my body as she fucked me were nothing like I had ever felt before. All I could do was watch in the mirror as she fucked me silly, so powerful, so in-control. I was reduced to a little boy, squealing, begging, wanting. I'd never felt so overwhelmed and so completely overtaken. With her every grunt, I felt more powerless out of control. With her every stroke, I felt more like her toy.

When it was over, I was hers. Totally. Completely. Utterly. There was nothing else that I could be.



Simple and True



There's something about the outdoors.

I had retired to a private cabin off in the woods. After the people, the readings, the conventions, endless media interviews... I needed time and space to be alone, to write. I needed the solitude, the relaxation, the quiet.

I had found this place long ago, quiet, secluded, private, and isolated. I often went alone when I needed to detoxify myself of the marketing, the constant performance. There was always some part of a book tour that made me feel dirty. Becoming a product, passed from hand to hand, treated as a commodity. It meant I could live off of my craft, doing only what I loved, but it also meant that after distilling emotion into words, after wringing myself out into those pages, the sacrifice left me hollow. I needed to take time to myself to fill up that space again.

So that's how I found myself outside, far enough from any city that the light pollution died away, the sky's mantle pulled away, the gauziness of city lights discarded far down the highway. More stars than seemed possible lined the sky, smearing into each other the harder I squinted. I walked the paths, slowly, staring upwards. The summer's heat and humidity coaxed perfumes from the flowering trees, filling the air with intoxication. The rocky creek below gurgled through soft rapids, the breeze whispered through the trees.

I didn't hear him coming. 

I don't remember what snapped me out of the reverie. I just remember the hairs on the back of my neck standing up; a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized that I wasn't alone. My ears strained for footsteps. My heart hammered louder and louder in my ears. I didn't want to look, I wanted to be wrong. It was too strong, though, this feeling. I couldn't help myself, and I turned around. 

A half a second can stretch into minutes, hours. Adrenaline has a way of dilating time, of burning things into your memory. His dark, glittering eyes. The cold look on his face. And something in his hand... a knife.

I bolted.

I knew these paths; I had walked them many times. I ran, my lungs burning, my heart strangling in my chest. I had to get to the cabin, to shut the door, to lock it. Hide somewhere. I didn't know where, there was nowhere else to go. I was miles away from anyone who could come find me. But if I could get a door between me and that knife, I could buy myself some time.

I jumped down a switchback, hoping he'd lose sight of me. The path was uneven with tree roots and large rocks, and in my scramble I fell. I tore open a knee on the gravel, the palms of my hands stinging with road rash. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain. The grass as I climbed toward the cabin was soft on my feet, and for a moment I thought I would make it.

He had managed to catch up to me. I felt a fraction of a second of confusion as my shirt slowed me down. He'd grabbed my shirt tails and used it to slow me down enough to grab a fistful of hair in the other hand. He twisted my hair tight, yanked me off balance, and I fell again, face first, onto the grass.

I landed with his knee in my back, the wind knocked out of me. I gasped and squirmed but he outweighed me significantly and no matter how I thrashed I couldn't reach back far enough to grab him or kick him. He yanked my hair back, nearly cutting off my airway. I struggled for breath as I felt the steel press up against my neck. I swallowed, breathing hard, and I felt it dig in. I froze, every muscle in my neck, shoulders, and back tensed. 

"You're mine, now."

I cast my eyes about wildly. No light to see by, nobody for miles. He could kill me in an instant and nobody would ever know. Not for days. Nobody would come looking until after I failed to check out. I'd booked this place for a week. He was right.

"What are you going to do to me?" I hissed, gritting my teeth.

"You'll obey me, do as I say. Or you'll get cut."

He said it so coldly, so matter-of-factly. I had no doubt he wouldn't hesitate. The hollow fear in my belly rose into my throat, my insides turning to ice. My limbs tingled. I waited, catching my breath. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight. I wasn't putting any ideas in his head. Heart hammering, I stopped squirming. He had to put the knife down sometime.

He took the knife away from my throat and got off of me. There was no small amount of relief as I got one good breath without his knee in my ribcage. All I got was the one, though, because he shoved my face into the grass, kneeling on my head. His other knee jammed into my shoulder blade, I heard the sound of the knife handle between his teeth. I heard him fumbling in a pocket, tape ripping. I squirmed. He grabbed my one wrist, twisting it up behind my back in a chicken wing. The pain was excruciating. "Keep squirming and I'll dislocate your shoulder." It wouldn't have taken much.

I fought down panic. He released my shoulder and brought both hands behind me. I went flaccid as he bound my wrists with the tape. 

He released me from his kneeling hold and bodily flipped me over, his knee in my chest again. Not being able to breathe was killing me. He bent my leg together, ankle to thigh, and taped it securely in the bent position. I squirmed experimentally. He stood up. I gasped. I coughed. I tried not to cry. I tried to slow my breathing down. 

Seemingly confident I wasn't going to run away anymore, he strode over to the cabin and pulled a black duffel bag from under the deck. He tossed the tape inside, and pulled out a length of rope. I don't know what scared me more, the rope or the way he moved. He had a look on his face of cold determination. He moved with speed and purpose. Everything was deliberate. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was so methodical, so precise. He shucked off his vest, pocketed the knife, and approached me with the rope. I met his gaze. I would not be beaten. His lips were set in a thin line, his face just the barest hint of a scowl. He reached down, roughly, and dragged me up by the hair. I had no way of supporting my weight, and my neck jerked as he knotted the rope around my curls. He dragged me, half crawling, over to a tree branch the thickness of his bicep. Over it the rope went, and he hoisted me up to a squat, teetering on my hobbled feet, just high enough that I wasn't sure if I was being held up by my hair or by my own balance. I was helpless.

It was then that I saw him smile, a slow, cold thing creeping over his face. A smile that didn't reach his eyes. He slowly withdrew the knife from his pants pocket and flicked it open, deliberately. He didn't break my gaze even as my eyes flicked from his to the knife and back. He approached me, blade bared, and I screwed my eyes shut and waited for the piercing stab, waited to die.

I heard a tearing noise, and suddenly, cold air on my body. He cut through my shirt up the front and yanked it down behind me. He sliced my bra up the middle and shoved it off my shoulders. I opened one eye partway to catch him admiring my pale flesh in the moonlight. I quivered with adrenaline and fear, chest heaving with the thrill of my heart and my quickened breathing, nipples crinkling tighter in the cold. I opened my other eye and narrowed them at him. He was drinking my body in, with a calculated look. Some time passed. He twirled the knife in his hand as he ran his eyes over me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you want?!"

A sly grin crept over his face. He reached forward, fingers extended, and caressed my skin. He tasted the curve of my breast with his fingertips, brushing one over my nipple. I squirmed ever so slightly. His smile deepened.

"I want you to beg me for what you need."

"I need you to fucking let me go!" I spat. His hand drifted up my neck to my chin, where he gazed into my eyes, almost softly. Then he slapped me.

My ears rang, my hair yanked. He backhanded me with the same hand. I flexed my jaw and clenched my eyes shut. I ran my tongue across my lip where I'd bitten it. Blood.

His hand under my chin, he brought his face up close to mine, his other hand groping my other breast, teasing the nipple, tugging on it, pinching it just enough. I squirmed. I grunted softly. My breathing skipped. His smile turned wolfish. "I can feel your need, Megan. Your squirms betray you. I want you to give in to it, to listen to your body." I narrowed my eyes, and I spit in his face.

He staggered back slightly, a bit surprised at my fierceness. He wiped his face with one hand, smearing it on his pants. The smile disappeared. My blood ran cold.

Another slap, another backhand. I saw stars. He grabbed both my nipples and twisted cruelly, past the point of pleasure, making my core melt with the pain of it. My hair, tied to the tree, yanked me up as I collapsed and doubled over in pain. He wrapped his hand around my throat and lifted me up onto my tippy toes, utterly dependent on him for my balance. He brought his face close in to mine again, as I struggled to breathe. His words came almost in a whisper: "You, my pet, will not talk back. A pet does not talk back to her master."

He released me suddenly; again I'm struggling to regain my balance, scalp stinging, gasping for breath. I'm so confused. "Just fucking rape me and get it over with," I hiss. My mind is racing. How does he know my name?

He laughs, loudly. A cackle, even; a sound that unnerves me because of the emotion behind it. It's a joke. He thinks this is funny. That's not what he has in mind. "You don't understand do you?" he asks, gesturing at the night sky. "You will submit to me. That's my mouth, my pussy. I am just waiting for you to realize it. You have all this fiery will, yet you can be worn down. When I fuck you, I won't be taking it. You'll be begging me to give it to you."

I squirmed. Something inside me is stirring. He moves toward me again, knife out, with that look on his face like he's going to eat me alive. Like a predator. Like I'm prey. I feel the stirring again. The knife again. I watch him, this time. He cuts my leggings down the front, rips them in half, and drags them down my thighs. He leaves my underwear. His face is near mine, the knife still in one hand, his other hand stroking my pussy through my underwear. It tingles to life, in spite of me. I don't know if I'm more infuriated at my pussy for betraying me or at him for refusing to take this out of my hands. He wants me to beg him, and as I feel him stoke the fires of my clit, I know he has the power to make it happen. I squirm, my breathing getting ragged. Cords of muscle in my neck jut out as I grit my teeth while guttural sounds escape my throat unbidden. Sweat runs down my back, down my forehead, down between my breasts. I struggle once against my bonds in frustration. 

He leans back, knife out. Is he going to cut off my underwear this time? No. He's twirled it so the spine of the blade is towards me, and he brings it toward me, lovingly, tenderly, coming to rest behind my left earlobe. He looks in my eyes, gazes at my face. My expression is taut, my lower jaw forward, nostrils flaring in defiance, eyes fierce. I am breathing hard, high in my chest. "You know," he says, "All you have to do is surrender to me, and you'll be free."

I grit my teeth harder and narrow my eyes just a fraction more. He smiles slightly, almost wistfully, and traces the knife down my front. I know how sharp it is, and I can feel how careful he is with the angle to not cut me. He uses the dull side of the tip to gently score a mark down my neck, over my carotid artery, over my sternal notch, lingering near my trachea, circling the outside of the opposite breast. Muscles jump in my throat with every heave of my chest. He moves the knife up, rests it lovingly behind my jaw, just behind my right ear. 

My eyelids are getting heavy, and I can feel my nipples aching for his fingers again. I am rigid. My pussy aches. He traces me slowly, carefully, leaving a line of red fire behind on my pale skin. No blood, just a scratch. He puts the knife down and raises a hand to my lower jaw, to my neck. He holds me up by my throat and reaches the other between my legs. I should squirm away from his fingers, but my mouth is dry and I have limited mobility. He smiles and I swallow hard, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. I can feel my trachea move against his hand as I swallow. My breathing is getting longer, slow, sighing breaths, filling my lungs. I can smell him, when he's this close, his musk and his breath, his hair. He smells like motor oil, like leather and dirt. My heart has stopped hammering in my chest. My blood is warming.

He knows! Oh, he knows. His wolfish grin is back and he's taunting me with his breath hot in my nose. He saw how my back arched under the knife. He saw how my lids got a bit lusty as he got closer to my nipples, the slight flash of wide eyed anger and frustration that he refused to touch them. And as he grinds his fingers into my sex, my underwear betrays me, dampened with my arousal. I don't dare squirm, not even to squirm away, less I squirm toward him instead. He knows I'm fighting my desires, and he's being torturous. Slow, soft pressure, the smallest amount of rubbing. He's playing me like an instrument. I suppress a moan. His voice is soft.

"You should see yourself right now, struggling against your desire. The heat in your pussy betrays you. Your nipples are straining towards my fingers. You know you should resist but your body is screaming at you. It needs me. I can see how much your body needs me. All you need to do is say the words."

"Fuck... you." I breathe, head swimming. He takes his hand away from my pussy and wraps it around the small of my back. He leans forward and engulfs my breast, sucking my nipple deep into the back of his throat, working his tongue and teeth against me. I am intoxicated. I nearly fall over and it is good he is holding me up. I fall into him, my clit grinding against his thigh. He releases the one breast from his lips and goes to work on the other, swallowing my nipple. His hand holding my neck drifts down and mauls my breast roughly. I am in heaven. I thrust against his thigh without thinking. I feel drunk. A low sound escapes my throat, and he releases me. I whimper softly in disappointment. That cackle again.

"Look at you, filled with need, you deny yourself with words yet I can feel it in your body," he whispers, steadying me in my squat, hands running all over my skin. The stirring has turned into a boiling, a need. He's not wrong. He knows. He's felt my pussy soak my underwear. He's seen me lose control and felt me thrust against him. My noises are betraying me, my body is betraying me, my head is swimming with arousal, and I can't deny it. Why am I fighting? I can't remember, in my haze of arousal. "You slut," he croons, kissing my throat, his stubble scratching my skin. "You rutting beast, I know what you want, why won't you give in?"

I am sighing, swooning, no longer balanced on my feet. I'm aching. The ties feel so sore, and he feels so good. He grabs the knife and cuts me down, and my scalp thanks him, tingling with relief at no longer holding me up as I lose my balance. I am quivering all over, from arousal, from adrenaline, from pain. I have never been more relaxed in my life before this. He lays me down in the grass gently, and reminds me.

"When you admit I am right about what your body needs, you will be free. I will fill you with pleasure. Your body betrays your mind. You resist, even as you want to give in. Your body wants to be owned. If you give up, and surrender to me, you won't need to worry about anything. All the pleasure in the world will be yours. Wouldn't that be the loveliest thing in the world, my pet?"

His mouth is close to mine. I want to kiss him. My pussy throbs in delight at the idea. I feel flaccid. I work my jaw. I want to make words. I'm unsure. He caresses my face with a rough hand, a wistful smile in his eyes. Oh, his eyes. When he smiles with his eyes, there's a fire in there that terrifies and exhilarates me. My legs are spread in my frogged bonds, laying on my hands bound together, my arms. I can't resist. I want him. 

I swear he can read my mind. He slides himself between my legs, fitting his erection between us. His pants grind against my underwear as he makes sure I can feel his hardness. Something cascades over me, something calming and warm. 

I am drunk on lust and swimming in bathwater. 

It is quiet and safe and everything I want is right here. I sigh happily, unbidden. He delights in this noise, and I know it, because he thrusts again, gently, softly, with a knowing look on his face. I spread my legs for him farther without thinking. He cocks his hips so I can feel the end of his cock through his pants, pushing it against my clit. He rests his weight on me. 

I am drunk on lust and sighing in pleasure. He leans in close and whispers to me, a sweet smile on his face.

"What do you need, my pet?" He nuzzles my lips. 

"I need you," I breathe, eyes rolling in my head.

He smiles. "What do you need?" 

"I need your cock, please," I plead, and I didn't realize I had it in me.

He thrusts against me, once more, cruelly; my pussy is alive, ablaze with arousal. He could make me cum without ever taking off his pants and I know it by the building tension in my loins. I choke on the words. "I need your cock, please," and he smiles, and thrusts again. 

"Don't you dare cum," he warns me, as he rubs his hardness against my impending orgasm. Suddenly, I'm panicking. I'm breathless. I can feel my orgasm nearing with his ministrations and I can't hold back, but he shows no sign of stopping. I get more frantic.

"I need your cock, please, I need your cock, please, I need your cock, please, I need your cock, please, I need your cock, please..." I repeat, over and over again, my mantra to sanity, louder and louder and louder and louder, more breathless and more desperate, the words running into each other so they no longer make sense. I'm getting closer to cumming, and I can't stop myself, and I'm pleading, my face grimaced, almost sobbing the words. "I need your cock, please..."

Finally, after an eternity, he stops. The knife comes out and yet this time I'm not afraid. He cuts off the tape and peels it all off gently, careful with my skin. He removes my tattered clothing lovingly, and stretches my aching joints with sweetness. I'm left in a pile of lust and want and wetness, panting in the grass, as he stands up and moves away from me. I wiggle my toes and make circles with my wrists and ankles. He comes back and lifts my head up, and I sit up partway. He touches something to my lips, a bottle of water. I drink greedily, swallowing, swallowing, not having realized how thirsty I was. How long have we been out here? Minutes? Hours? He lets me drink my fill, even as I spill some down my breasts in my eagerness. I shift on the grass, unkinking my knees and shoulders. I'm sighing. My head is still swimming. I feel like I'm floating. 

He pulls my face in close to his and kisses me. "Such a good girl," he croons, running his finger over my face. I close my eyes, feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden, breathing slowly, marveling at my inner calm. When I open them, I see an entirely other look on his face. I gaze up at him, wearing my relaxation and vulnerability in my expression, and he sighs, with the softest gaze I've seen yet. I'm not scared. I sigh, my face open. I have never felt this way before him. Everything I was trying to shuck off by isolating myself is somehow gone. I feel cleansed.

My chin in his hand, again, his voice clear. "Quiet your mind, listen to your body. What does it want?" I rub my cheek against his fingers.

"I want to make your cock feel good."

"Such a good girl," he breathes, elated, standing. He strips his pants and underwear off, and his hardness is beautiful in the moonlight. I can see a sparkle of precum on the tip, and lick my lips expectantly, absentmindedly. He reaches out, coming close, and I can smell his arousal. He runs his thumb along my lips, his voice so gentle. "Show me your pretty mouth," and I oblige, opening up, sticking my tongue out, ready to receive him.




Simple Directions



Okay. I'm gonna warn you upfront. If you're looking for a plot or a character arc, look elsewhere. This is a quickie with no greater ambition than expressing the omnipresent ache of my current situation. If that's what you're looking for, I hope this is to your liking.

Many thanks to Lara_Blackadaar for her thoughtful and thorough editing. With love and admiration for raconteuse

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"Turn around."

There was a crispness in your voice that puzzled me.

I knew you weren't angry. You had no reason to be. After all, we'd had a lovely shower together and you'd only just finished towelling off my front.

I turned away, as you asked, to face the shower wall, arms extended, bracing my palms against the tiles. You dried my neck and shoulders, then brought the fabric down my back.

As you reached my buttocks, you knelt, rubbing the terry cloth vigorously over them. Then the backs of my thighs, followed by calves and at last, my feet.

Seemingly out of the blue, you raked your fingernails over the sensitive flesh of my bottom. I writhed in response, only to feel a stinging smack on my ass. "Hold still." That same brisk tone.

"What the hell...?"

Another sharp strike with your open hand, accompanied by this simple utterance: "Don't talk."

You dragged your fingers softly over my ass again, then the insides and backs of my thighs. You couldn't possibly think I can...

*Thwack*

"Don't.

"Move."

Oh-kay. Obviously, I'd better dig deep and find some self-restraint I didn't know I had.

While the fingernails of your left hand continued to play over my hips and thighs, your right hand reached between my legs and wrapped around my hardening shaft.

"Oh God." It was an involuntary gasp that earned me another resounding slap and left my ass cheek tingling. You halted your attentions and I heard you moving about behind me. I was careful not to peek and earn another smack. 

"Open your mouth." I heard the same blunt undercurrent in your voice, right beside my ear. I did as you instructed and you inserted a damp washcloth. "Close it." It took a second or two before I realised that you'd wiped the cloth between your legs. Repeatedly.

The material was saturated with your rich, complex taste. You must've been streaming profusely. The thought had me almost dizzy with lust. You murmured in my ear, "That ought to keep you quiet."

You were back on your knees behind me. I was still standing, feet planted shoulder-width apart, arms stretched in front of me, palms flat against the shower tiles.

Your fingernails returned to trace patterns over the receptive flesh of my rear. Resuming the grip you had on my dripping erection, your fingers began to subtly shift.

Slowly, tantalisingly, your fist glided over my length. Oh God.

Reached the rim. Fuck.

Slid over the crown. What were you doing to me?

Spreading the cream all around. How can I keep still?

Slathering sticky essence down my shaft. Then back up again. All the while, fingernails of your other hand grazed and teased my ass and upper legs.

The increase in the tempo of your stroking hand was barely discernible.

And completely irresistible. Jerking me off with quickening, slippery movements.

My hips began to mimic the rhythm of their own accord. Suddenly, your open palm sliced into my bottom with startling energy. The dissonance it created was breathtaking. That sudden burst of pain, preceded and followed by the blissful motion of your hand on my cock.

Up and down. Fist slowly pumping. Nerve endings singing with every pass. Gorgeous. But I dared not move or make a sound.

"I don't need rope or scarves to bind you. Just my words. Isn't that right, sweet?"

Without thinking, I grunted my assent into the face-washer in my mouth. Immediately followed by an explosion of searing heat on my bottom. "Absolute quiet, love. That was a rhetorical question."

Fuck! That one brought tears to my eyes. But, as the throbbing subsided, I became aware again of the heavenly throbbing in my sex. Your hands continued their erotic circuits: one wrapped around my erection, the other skating over my rear. The taste of you permeating the washcloth, laving my tongue.

My slipperiness increased with the pace of your fingers moving on my cock.

So fucking close... sweet Jesus. Trying so hard not to moan or gasp. Keep my hips still. But the pleasure is unbelievable. What's gonna happen when I cum? I almost tightened my glutes at the thought, but I caught myself in time.

I was so focused on keeping my ass from moving, that I failed to realise that my feet were subtly twisting, lifting from their heels. Sensations this intense just can't be contained. My hips may be stilled and my throat quieted, but what you were doing to me practically had me up on the balls of my feet. Not surprising that though I was too distracted to notice, you weren't. My senses were completely centred on the sticky rise and fall of your fist on my hardened rod. So, I was completely unprepared for the burst of pain across my ass. I bit down and grunted reflexively into the face-washer. Another thunderbolt hit me and my body shook with the force of it.

You smoothed your palm over my burning cheek. I was reminded wryly of your strength and fitness.

"Turn around."

I'm greeted by the sight of you kneeling in front of me, looking up, your head about level with my jutting, dripping erection.

Without taking your eyes from mine, you bared your teeth and grazed them lightly over the head of my cock. The movement, so delicate, so sensuous, igniting the already hyper-reactive nerve endings. Skimming the surface, watching my face to see the pleasure you were bestowing reflected in my expression. My mouth clenched, brows contracting, eyes shining, overflowing with the storm you were generating inside me.

"You're ready to explode, aren't you, darling?"

My teeth clamped firmly on the face-washer, I maintained my silence. Not even nodding. I'd learned my lesson.

Your gaze had me pinned to the shower wall. Your fingers continued slathering fluids over my hardness. "It's okay, baby. You can talk. D'ya wanna come now?"

I opened my mouth and let the washcloth spill to the shower floor. "Yes." My voice was husky with want.

"Soon." You brought the middle finger of your left hand to daub at a fresh globule of lubrication, spreading it over my glans. Once the digit was thickly glazed with my essence, it slid behind my balls, skating over my perineum. Whispering back and forth over the tender flesh. Slipping between my cheeks.

Your mouth returned to my cock, tongue peeking from between your luscious lips, lapping at the crown. Laving the length underneath. All the while keeping your eyes on me. Left middle finger stealing closer and closer to my asshole. Teasing. Making me wait. Stewing in anticipation.

Your lips slid over me. Engulfing me. Simultaneously, your finger pressed on the tight ring of my pucker, ignoring the resistance and sliding inside me. All the way, in one smooth motion.

So full.

On the verge.

Panting and whimpering.

But there was no reprisal this time. You were too engulfed in your own desire to play the game anymore. Too busy making a feast of my cock. Drawing me in deeply. Suckling. Swirling your tongue over it.

My moaning combined with the thrusting of my hips to intensify the movement of your head.

"Bethany." I was panting, clutching at your head. "Oh, Christ, honey... think I'm gonna... gonna..."

The bobbing of your head on my shaft comes to an abrupt halt. You bit down on me, not hard, but enough to get my attention, while your fist gripped tightly at the base. Taking your mouth off me, hand still clenching, you simply said, "Wait. Not yet."

The wanton sound I made was pure reflex. 

"Soon," you repeated, "I promise".

The finger still buried in my ass began pushing in and out again. I rose up. Slid down on it. Up again. Wanting more of that full sensation. The intimacy of you inside me. Fucking me.

As if reading my mind, you asked, "Do you want more?"

You had me fluttering on the threshold of a shattering orgasm. I was too besotted to know what you meant by the question. Of course I want more.

More.

Faster.

Harder.

Wetter.

More everything. Until I exploded with unbearable pleasure.

But, you have a specific 'more' in mind. Pulling your finger out of me, you twined it with the one next to it and nestled them between my cheeks again. Your other hand began again to massage my swollen slipperiness. As the plaited fingertips underneath me pressed against my tightly puckered opening, you asked, "Is this what you want?"

The sticky back and forth over my cock, the exertion against the wonderful bundle of nerves centred 'round my asshole... Jesus. I could hardly think or speak. The one finger has always seemed to fill me up. Will this hurt? Or, will the pleasure be intensified? Only one way to find out. Looking into your eyes, I nodded my assent.

"Show me, then. Show me that you want it."

Gaze still intent on mine, your mouth puckered sensually to form the single word "Push."

I started to grind down upon your hand, feeling myself opening to the extra girth. Fuck. Faint traces of pain buzzing around the edges of unbelievable pleasure.

Sliding in.

Deeper.

I halted my descent for a moment.

Panting. Moaning. Gasping your name.

Acutely aware of your dripping, stroking fingers and the exquisite sensations they were creating on my cock. And, oh God, the pair that were halfway up my ass...

"C'mon, baby. D'ya want it?" Your words spilled out in a breathless tumble. I wasn't the only one who was panting.

My head bobbed affirmatively.

"C'mon then. This ass belongs to me." Your voice was burred with desire. "Give me what's mine. Bear down."

I pushed. You thrust. My lungs expelled a whoosh of air that became a groan before it was gone. Just like that, you were all the way in. Both fingers.

Withdrawing slowly. Other hand moving just as deliberately on my erection.

Christ almighty... the feel of you moving in and out of my tight tunnel while your other hand stroked my cock...

My knees were slightly bent so I could propel my hips forward in a lewd fucking motion as I rode your finger.

"That's it, baby. Show me what you need. Is this it? Is this what you want?"

"Yessss. Oooohhh... Bethany..."

Panting. "Bethany."

Whimpering. "Bethany."

Snarling. "Bethany."

Humping your finger. "Beth... " A powerful shudder courses through me, cutting off the remaining syllables.

Every time your fist came over my glans, I spilled fresh cream on your fingers. Your tongue peeked out from between your lips to lap up some of the overflow. And all the while, your fingers drove into me. Harder. Faster.

My skin felt as if it were on fire. I slid my hand across my chest to see if it was actually hot to the touch. I was dripping with sweat.

Something momentous was roiling inside me, approaching with breathtaking speed and force.

You saw the signs, too. Exultation in your eyes 'cause you knew I was yours. Every quivering fibre of my being belonged to you.

"Gonna cum for me, hon? That's it. That's it. C'mon, baby. Give me everything you have." With that, you wrapped your lips on my crown and began sucking. Your tightly wrapped hand still stroking my length. The twined fingers still pumping in and out of me. 

It's all too much. Can't take any more. Shaking madly, I wail my joy. An eruption flashed deep in my core and rocketed outward with hurricane force. Cock pulsing, jetting white, hot cum into your thirsting mouth, down your covetous throat. The sheer force of it buckled my knees and I dropped to the floor, kneeling on the hard tile with your fingers still buried in my ass and my spilling length yet sheathed in your hand.

You pulled out of me tenderly and released my cock. Your hands took my face in their gentle hold, stroking through my hair, across my features. All the while, your voice murmuring, calming me, whispering to me of your love.

I don't have the words to tell you what you mean to me. I can only think of showing you. Drawing you close for a kiss, my hand rising to cup your breast. Thumb flicking softly over your hardened nipple. Tugging it. Pinching it. Feeling the vibrations of your half-purr, half-growl resound through our kiss. 

I don't know what's coming next, but I know it'll be amazing...



Simple Fantasy



Edited by Queen Boadicea.

Your so beautiful as you stand before me. I couldn’t tell anyone else what makes you so beautiful, they wouldn’t understand. You are not one of the eight women that fashion designers mass produce there wares for. But when you stand before me I don’t think I can remember seeing anyone more desirable.

But I can tell you why you are Goddess to me. It’s not the suppleness of youth, your breasts, or long shapely legs, or any of that. Although if you forced me to tell you the truth, and how can I lie to you, those things did indeed draw my attention to you. 

I think the first hint I saw of your loveliness was your smile. You saw me with a book and you asked me about it. Your smile as you spoke gave me the courage to ask if you wanted coffee. You broke my heart then when you said no, but then revived me when you said you hated coffee but would love some tea. You touched my arm as you said it, and your magnificence glowed at that touch.

Then it was as a star winking down at me from the heavens. Now you are like the moon illuminating my path. I reach out and touch your face. Caressing your cheek, your forehead, your lips quiver as I run my fingers over them. I feel you flick your tongue out to brush my fingers. 

Epiphany. You want me. Desire, love, lust all raging through your body. I can see it burning in your eyes. I reach up to feel your hair. I draw close to smell it. You shudder slightly as my body presses up against yours. The sigh you give as I take your face in my hands and kiss you is as if the angels sing. I press lightly against your lips and you smile. I’ve always loved that smile, it feels even better then it looks. Your tongue brushes up against my lips and now I smile. I hold you close as you probe my mouth. Your kiss gets more urgent as you explore my mouth, then you let me explore yours. It holds the promise of passion and pleasure.

You break off the kiss and I moan my displeasure. Your face breaks into a grin at my disappointment and you shyly back away a few more steps. I’m lost in your eyes until I notice you have unbuttoned your shirt. It falls to the floor and you follow up with the rest of your wardrobe. Then you return to my arms. 

I don’t think I’ve told you how much I love the feel of your naked body against me. I think of your breasts pressing up against me as you draw me back in for a kiss. You break this kiss only to take off my shirt. Then you whisper in my ear what you are going to do to me. The tip of your tongue playing lightly over my ear. I feel your hands start to explore my body, as I explore yours. 

I lead you over to the bed, but it’s obvious to both of us who is in charge here. I take a moment to admire your body before sitting down by your feet. The fact that you want me so badly inspires me to new heights. I pick up your foot and start to caress, then kiss it. I move up the outside of your leg, touching, kissing, licking. I don’t stop till I have reached the other foot. Then I move up the inside of your calf, thigh, there.

Yes I’m at your pussy now. Please forgive my vulgar language, you excite me so much. I gently inhale your scent, reveling in it. You grow slightly frustrated and tell me to get over myself and get to work. Your nice about it of course but your hands in my hair pushing me down is an unmistakable order. Have I told you what this is like for me. 

I kiss the outside first, then move to your lips. I tease them open with my tongue, and am rewarded with a moan. I move on to the entrance and trace the counters of your pussy with my taste buds, inside and out. I then move north a small bit and concentrate on your magic button. Appropriately named as it turns you on quite well. I lose myself in your essence till I realize that your crushing my head between your thighs. I imagine your cries as you have cut me off from sound. I look to your face and see ecstasy and joy. You pull me up to your face and kiss me. I hold you while you catch your breath.

After a moment you start to kiss my neck. You move down and caress my body as you lick my nipples. I wonder if you could make me cum without touching my dick. Maybe something to try later, I would be disappointed when you move on from my nipples but I know where you are going.

I look into your eyes as you take me in your mouth. The fires are burning hot now. I feel your tongue play over the head of my cock as your lips stroke the sides. I can’t see you know my eyes are closed and I’m somewhere else as you swallow me, I feel your nose press against my skin. You know I’m about to cum, the neighbors probably know as well. As I reach orgasm you let me cum in your mouth. I look down and see you smile sweetly, little pearly white drops on your lips. You come up and kiss me, sharing my taste with me. I have mixed feelings about this. I know how much it turns you on, but it’s always been a little dirty to me. But I know you won’t tell anyone so I enjoy the kiss. 

I’d like to say that at this point a take you and ride you like the mare you are, but I can’t yet. I’m only human and being with you can be draining. So you hold me know and I think about how lucky I am, then I look into your eyes and see the fire is burning like a nova. That look of love, lust, and passion brings me back to you. 

You lay on your back and spread your legs for me, I rest myself between them. I love holding you. But at this moment there are things I love more. You reach down and guide me into you. I enter your space slowly. Honestly the first entrance is my favorite time of sex and I like to savor it. You however are getting impatient about half way up and pull me in the rest of the way.

I like this position as I can see your face, look into your eyes, kiss your lips. Your arms and legs envelope me and bring on greater desire. Your moans and whimpers drive me on to a new peak. Soon now I know I can’t last much longer. Some guys think of boring thoughts or disgusting ones to prolong it. All I can think of is you and how it feels to be inside of you. 

I feel your orgasm start. You clutch me tightly and the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt brings me off. You want more and I’m happy to give. I move down your body and continue your ride with my tongue. Then we hold each other as we fall asleep feeling the spring breeze on our naked bodies. 



Simple Gifts



'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
--Shaker Hymn

Christmas packages had been piling up under the tree at Xavier's School for the Gifted, because most of its students lived there year-round. Guards had also, reluctantly, been posted over the gifts after someone opened up a SuperSoaker early and effectively ended the pyrokinesis class. 

There were only five more days until Christmas, and classes had been cancelled this afternoon due to snow. Outside, things were proceeding much as expected. The more mischievous students and X-men were having violent snowball fights. Others were making snow mutants and other things out of snow. A few kids were making a sledding run down a haphazardly crafted snow hill. 

Only a few people remained inside, and they were mainly discussing Christmas plans for the kids and the adults.

Wolverine was one of those who had gone outside. The short, stocky man avoided the wilder fights, like those between Bobby Drake and several of the younger kids, though he'd been invited to them. He was stalking Kurt, and in doing so had been preparing the snowball in his thick, strong hands for about five minutes. It was solid ice now in his tingling hands, which were almost numb down to the metal bonded to their bones. He deliberately let Kurt see him, took careful aim, and hit the tree branch above Kurt with his ice ball. Kurt had about five seconds to say, "Ha ha! You missed me..." before most of the rest of the snow on the tree fell on him, burying half his body and dropping snow in clumps over his face and neck. 

Logan grinned. "Tactics, elf. You need to work on your tactics." He extended a hand to Kurt, who was dramatically pretending to drown in the snow, and pulled him to his feet. "So, we still on for the 24th, or did you find another ride this year?" 

Kurt's happy demeanor fell away and he pulled away from Logan, averting his face as if in guilt as he sat on his rump in the snow. "I don't know," he said flatly. "I don't think I'm going to church this year." 

"Not going? What, you crazy? You always go to church on the 24th." He dropped down beside Kurt and stretched out in the snow casually, looking up at the deep blue sky and thinking. 

Kurt wrapped his arms around his legs for comfort, amber eyes staring at his knees. "I know. I go to a Unitarian Universalist church. Fifty miles away. Because it's the only one where I can go without being stoned or 'politely' told to leave." He frowned. "No one out there seems to do what they did in London in the 1800s, 'open their shut-up hearts to each other freely.' Besides, even at the church I get some odd looks, some parents grabbing their kids as I go by, for they only attend at Christmas and don't know I'm a member." 

Logan shrugged. "It's still a church. They sing Christmas carols and all that, don't they?" 

Kurt's lips twitched gently, but he did not laugh. "Sort of. They change the lyrics some, taking out the more offensive words." He smiled then, sadly. "I always sing the original words. It startles some." 

Logan raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know they were allowed to do that. Next thing you know, they'll be changing the Bible too." 

Kurt nodded. "Well, they accept non-Christians, atheists, and mutants." He pointed to himself and grimaced. "They have no problem changing anything they don't like."

"Huh." Logan thought a moment. "Sounds like that's one church that isn't useless." 

Kurt hugged his knees. "They aren't useless, but even there, some people worry about mutants. They also are regularly vandalized." 

"Figures. Well, get up." Logan leaped to his feet and waited. 

Kurt unfolded and rose from the snow, shaking it from his short fur. "What are we going to do?" 

"We're gonna figure out what you're doing for Christmas Eve, elf." Logan started loping toward the mansion, and Kurt leaped along beside him, thin tail lashing in the cold air. When they reached the door, Kurt ventured, "Logan?" 

"Yeah?" 

"What do you do?" 

"Hmmm?" Logan opened the door and went in. 

Kurt followed. "Well, you drop me off, and then I don't see you until after the party at the minister's house. What do you do during that time?" Kurt's eyes gleamed with interest as he looked down at Logan. 

Logan remained silent as the door closed and they finished removing their snow covered gear. Finally, he said, "Maybe I'll tell you later." 

Christmas Eve: Kurt's Revelation

Kurt sat by the window with a cup of tea, disappointed. Oh, he had enjoyed playing Santa Claus with the children earlier, and opening the Advent calendar, and all the usual Christmas Eve activities at the X-men's house. He loved seeing all his friends together. He had tried to act with his usual Christmas cheer for the children and his friends, but he feared he had fallen short.

Logan was the problem. After they had gotten warmed up by the fire, four days ago, Logan got a gleam in his eye and told him he had business to take care of. Yesterday was the first time Kurt had seen him since then, and Logan refused to tell him what, if anything, he had planned. He'd laugh, or tell him to be patient, and finally this morning to "have faith, already." 

That had driven Kurt to sulk by the window with tea, to keep Kitty from offering him her awful leftover cocoa. He was already feeling miserable enough...he didn't need a stomach ache as well. 

A weary voice said, from the doorway to his left, "Hey, Kurt? You okay?" 

"Bobby?" The Iceman stood in the doorway, leaning against it for support. He looked dreadful, as drained as Kurt had ever seen him. His deep brown eyes had deep dark shadows under them, his cheeks were hollow, and he was swaying wildly even with the support of the wall beside him. Even his short brown hair looked tired. Instantly, all of Kurt's problems dropped away in the face of Bobby's need. "You look...are you okay, mein freund?" He moved over to Bobby and helped steady him. The man trembled and sank into his grip with relief.

Bobby then forced a smile and gave a short laugh, rubbing his face, resting his elbow on Kurt's shoulder. "I guess they'll believe me now when I tell them I age forty years every Christmas Eve, won't they?" 

Kurt rolled his eyes. Bobby had been playing his "I Am Santa Claus" trick with the children at every possible opportunity, until two days ago. Hm. Had Bobby been on a mission? "What have you been doing?" 

Bobby sighed, sounding a little bit drunk. "Kurt, I have been working my ass off, and I think the only way to get it back is to go to my room and sleep for eight days. So I'm gonna." He stumbled and nearly fell as he turned to go, but Storm swiftly appeared and steadied him. 

"Don't worry, Kurt. I will take care of him. He was supposed to let me know when he was back." This was said pointedly to the wilting man in her arms, who smiled sleepily at her and waved to Kurt as she carried him off, happily relinquishing control to her. 

After fifteen minutes more, as he was trying to choose a video to occupy his time, Logan stuck his head into the room. "Hey, elf. How ya doin'?" 

(I will not let him get to me. I will not. I will not.) "Fine," he snapped back. 

"Hm. Sounds like ya aren't in the mood for a little surprise I got together for ya. That's okay. I'm sure you'd rather watch," he paused for a moment, "Rugrats Christmas..." 

Kurt dropped the tape and stood up. "No, no. That's okay." 

"Nah. Don't want to spoil your fun." 

"Logan," Kurt nearly growled, "I'm ready to see it now." 

Logan shrugged. "If you say so. You're gonna need to get your coat on." 

Kurt put on a coat, then, at Logan's urging, a thick hat and boots and a scarf as well. He followed the man out onto the grounds, walking until they reached an opening into one of the vast stretches of wilderness on the school property. 

"This is where I leave you. Follow the trail and ya can't go wrong. Keep quiet and move slow and steady. Oh, and keep this in your pocket." He tossed Kurt a small circular metal device that looked insanely complicated, curved and carved on every bit of its two-inch surface. "Compliments of Hank. Don't lose it." 

Kurt slowly put the metal disk into his coat pocket. It was surprisingly heavy. "Thank you." 

Logan nodded. "Merry Christmas." He turned and walked away, and Kurt entered the wilderness. 

There was no cleared trail, but there were footprints to follow...they were Jean's! He walked slowly, inhaling the cold crisp air, and followed in her footsteps until they ended by a rock. He leaped onto the rock and waited quietly. 

After a few minutes, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He remained still, and soon a deer moved into his field of vision, followed by her fawn. The light seemed to focus in on them, and he looked up to see clouds clearing away and moving to different places in order to better pick out the doe for him. He smiled. Storm must have gotten Bobby to bed all right, for only she could have done this.

The two animals moved toward him, eating steadily, until they were nearly under his hand. He dared a gentle touch on the adult's head, and she started and ran. She was warm and wild. He felt joy welling up from within and decided to look beyond the rock for the next clues to follow. 

About thirty feet out and to the west, after some searching, he found some prints made by someone's boots and followed them. A sound reached him first, a tinkling, sparkly sound of ... running water? A warm stream of water rose out of the ground in the small clearing ahead and ran out to the east, and green, fresh smelling earth filled his head and heart with hope for spring. This, too, was its own place of beauty. He enjoyed it for a few minutes, and then returned to picking out the next trail. 

He almost missed it. A load of snow had fallen from a tree and obscured the beginning, but he saw the marks of small clawed toes to one side...Lockheed? Kitty's dragon must have been trying to guide him as well.

Lockheed's trail was hard to follow, especially since the small creature had apparently decided to fly a couple times, forcing him to cast about to find it. But he did, and soon heard a faint sound and saw beautiful colored light ahead. 

He stopped at the edge of the large clearing and sank to his knees, his mouth open, tears leaking from his eyes. The place had been transformed. Ice, much of it colored, filled in many of the gaps between trees, imitating stained glass windows. Snowy figures of saints were present with flickering (and, sadly, extinguished) candles before them. Fallen branches and trees had become a makeshift crêche, holding figures of Mary, Joseph, and Jesus. Ice prisms flickered this way and that as Storm highlighted the ice angels, each with one real Angel feather...the small stone with a Communion cup and a Christmas cookie on it...the forest animals wandering up to the crêche and eating the food that had been put there for them...Lockheed, the small purple dragon, perched proudly above the crêche, breathing fire at strategic moments...and the wooden sign, hanging up above the arched entrance Kurt had approached, carved by claws, saying "All Mutants Welcome Here." Banshee and Siryn's voices sang quietly, ringing from the icy prisms in the clearing, old Christmas carols in German. 

Bathed in the love of God as shown by his dear, dear friends, Kurt wept and prayed and sang quietly, filled with joy, without realizing that time was passing. 

He finally noticed he was cold, and would have been colder if Lockheed hadn't been near him, warming him, when Sean's voice broke off from singing and told him to come back to the mansion. He followed Lockheed out and spent the next few hours tracking people down and thanking them, warmed by his memory of the forest. 

Logan was not to be found anywhere afterward, and no one knew where he was, other than that he wasn't at the mansion. He did, however, leave a note on Kurt's pillow that said, "You're welcome, and remember that supposedly your God created the world outside of your church, too."



Simple Lessons



Regardless of gender, it's perceivable that everyone has been in a relationship that they wanted badly to end, but just didn't have the testicular fortitude to say, "fuck off". Well, if you're in a relationship that needs the axe currently, there are a variety of ways that you can end it. I am here to show you the easy way out.

Most people are either too afraid or too nice to sever their ties bluntly, and if this is the case with you, fear not. The simplest way to end a relationship is to make yourself undesirable. First let's go over destroying their physical interest in you.

Women, start caking your faces in makeup. Literally. And you know that perfume that you absolutely have to where when a man that catches your fancy is near? Obviously, don't wear it. Dress like a slob, go on eating and drinking binges, and of course, never, EVER shave any air that you may grow. And I do mean any hair.

For guys, it's easy. Men aren't attractive to begin with, so this is the easiest thing to write. Never, ever, under any circumstances, shower or shave. Not until the undesirable female is gone. That's really all that there is for that segment, and all those tips were pretty obvious. However, there are more obscure things, and this section applies to both sexes.

Personality traits are supposedly what's important in our shallow society ruled by fake attractive people, and if following the previously mentioned tips did nothing, then these are sure to work. Most people hold religion very close to them, whether it be Christianity or atheism, so most people in relationships know about their partner's beliefs. A good way to end your relationship is to tear relentlessly at their beliefs. For example, let's say your significant other is a devout Christian. Even if you also are a devout Christian, a good thing to do while you're cuddling together or sharing some other type of tender moment is to whisper "Satan be praised" under your breath, just loud enough to be heard. Another thing that gets them is yelling "Heil Hitler" during sex.

There are more extreme uses with this method. Example: if you live with your significant other, get a couple of friends over right before he/she is about to get home from work or an errand. Make sure the thermostat is all the way down and that it's freezing in there. Turn out all the lights, have lit candles all over the house, and dress yourself and your friends in long black robes. Form a circle and chant things in any way that sounds odd; a nude person crying in the middle is optional. When they get home, look over at them and continue chanting as though nothing had happened.

Okay, so they say they can tolerate the Anti-Christ image they now have of you. That's okay, though; there are far more methods than just that. One thing a person rarely stands for is cheating. Bearing that in mind, videotape yourself having sex with their parent, sibling, best friend, or all at the same time. Over the entire duration of the tape, scream in ecstasy about how lousy your boyfriend/girlfriend is in bed. Then, carelessly leave the tape lying by the VCR. Title it something provocative, like an insult to your mate or compliment about their relative/friend's ass.

So, they've hung on this long, huh? This calls for desperate measures, and I assure you, they'll work.

While they're away at work or something, pawn away everything they own. When they learn of this, explain to them that you needed your crack. This is the perfect time to caress their face or something and move your hand to any piece of jewelry they're wearing.

Start following them - everywhere. Write down everything they do in a notebook you leave lying around for them to find. If you see anyone talk to them, regardless of their gender, kick their ass.

Develop a relationship with one of their coworkers and make it obvious. Make sure they see you kissing and groping. Yes, this delves back into the cheating section, but seeing it in the flesh is far worse than seeing it on videotape.

Take them to friend's houses for dinner and laugh about how they cry themselves to sleep and wet the bed.

If all this fails, kill someone they hate and frame them for the murder. Testify against them at the trial to make sure it's over.

And now, you are free. You can start bathing again, you can make yourself presentable again and you can stop being an asshole/stalker/murderer. But most importantly, you can date again! I hope this little piece of tripe I've written has helped you end your relationship. Good luck! 



Simple Little Secret



About five weeks ago, I quit my job to pursue a rewarding career as a housewife. My husband owns a successful computer consulting firm, so we figured, what the hell. I hated my job, well actually upper management, and they treated me like crap. I stayed because I loved the people I worked with, loved helping the customers. They had become, over the past ten years, my family.  It was a sad day when I quit but we had a few drinks and we promised to stay friends. 

So I now have all this glorious time on my hands. I know what your thinking, bon bons and soap operas, and partially you're right. I wake when I want, go to bed whenever and have the day to myself. I do, of course, keep the house clean and tend to my husbands needs like a good wife should, mostly. Tonight, for instance, I planned on making steaks out on the grill and serving it with my husband's two favorite things, mash potatoes and garlic bread. I seriously think that the man could live off those three things alone. 

Anyway, just for the record, when I am home, by myself, I almost never watch TV and bon bons, come on, really. They would stick to my hips like spitballs on the detention hall ceiling and that would really put a dent in my self-esteem. Mostly, I read and write erotic fiction, keeps me thin and very happy. 

So, about 2ish weeks ago, I was sitting here, much like you are, reading someone's erotic story and masturbating, yes I love to masturbate. What can I say? I'm a thirty-five year old woman with the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old boy. My brother always called me a horn-ball, when we were growing up. It runs in the family, but that is another story for another day and genre. 

Like I was saying, I was masturbating to if I remember correctly a hot BDSM story about a couple of friends turned dom and sub. I really get off on spankings and anything having to do with submission and this one was extremely good. I was really getting into it when I desperately wanted a toy. 

I stopped what I was doing, closing the lid to my laptop and went in search of my newest dildo. I had bought one of the ones with the realistic feeling flesh that warms to the touch. It was 6 inches long and an inch and a half in width. What a dream!! I could go at it for hours with that thing and since I have been home, often have.

I looked everywhere for that little wonder, finally settling for my fingers, as I had originally started. I sat back down on the couch and diddled myself to orgasm. Fun was had but not amazing like it could have been. Depressed about my loss, I turned to the internet to find something new. 

My husband has never kept me from buying new toys. He loves to keep me happy. Unfortunately his sex drive isn't as aggressive as mine. He is a stunningly attractive forty-five year old man with silver hair and a cock that would make any woman weep just to have a taste. I know I beg for it nightly. 

Toys, right. I am so easily distracted. So, I was starting to talk about my newest treasure hunt. I have always wanted a set of genuine ben-wa balls, 24 carat solid metal balls to stick up my starving pussy for a little kegel fun, so that is where I started.

I went first to one of my favorite sex shops online and did a search. They had a lot of anal beads but I wanted true ben-wa, so where to? Well to skip all the boring shit, I wound up on Ebay. The mecha of anything you could ever imagine. I did a search and there they were. I bought them for a whopping 13.26, shipping included. You could not imagine the turn-on. I fucked myself hard after ordering those little suckers. 

Now came the wait. I have never been good about waiting, so I did research. For those of you who have never owned ben-wa they are teeny, tiny, the size of grapes. I was disappointed but still curious. I have always collected the larger jingly version so I wasn't too put-off. They would go great in my collection. 

I did come across something called Smartballs in my quest for ultimate pleasure. They are these two round, slightly egg shaped, balls coated with silicone and inside is a free floating heavy ball that rocks and vibrates as you move. I was sold. I again made my way to Ebay and found a vendor selling them right here in my state. Her store was about an hour and a half away so I bid on the auction instead of traveling into the city. 

My little box of love showed up not two days later. I'm not even sure that my husband knew what they were or that I even bought them, but there they were. They were beautiful, solid black with magenta stripes, about 4 inches long and 1.5 in diameter. As you can expect, I was eager to stick them inside me. They came with a silicone-based lube, which I have to say I didn't like, but I decided to try anyway, just because.

I went upstairs and stripped down to nothing. I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror massaging my ample breasts, tweeking my rock hard very sensitive nipples as I watched myself in the mirror. It was such a turn on watching myself as I pleasured myself.  My hair hung to my waist in a dark red wave of curls and lightly caressed my sensitive skin. I'm not going to lie to you and say that I am modest because truth be told, I think I'm a hottie. I would fuck me and have often. LOL! 

Seriously though, I am about 5ft 5in, depending on who you ask, and 135lbs. I carry most of my weight in my chest, 36DDD and my hips also a 36. I have light green eyes and an almost porcelain complexion. I have my Scottish relatives to thank for those traits. My tits are firm and perky and I have quite the suckable nipples, or so my husband, Henry, tells me. My name, which I just realized I didn't tell you, is April Rain, named after the month I was conceived in and the weather the day I was born, I kid you not. My parents fancied themselves quite the hippies back in the sixties.

Back to me and my little love balls. I continued to massage my breast watching myself in the mirror. I closed my eyes and my hips rocked against the vanity. I was really getting off on the idea that soon those lovelies would be shoved tight in my cunt. I didn't want to cum right now though. I hoped that they would help build me all night until Henry could relieve my ache.

I had to pick up my Henry in about 10 minutes so I reluctantly stopped fondling myself and picked up the lube. Breaking the seal, and squeezing the contents of the package I decided that I wouldn't be using that slimy stuff after all. It felt too much like grease and I was afraid it my be hard to get off, so I washed my hands and grabbed the KY. 

I lubed those little love orbs up good and in the process my fingers. I couldn't resist. I spread my swollen pussy lips and delved deep inside my hole lubing myself up nicely. God, did it feel good. It was all I could do not to bring myself as I pumped my slit hard. There was so much lube I had three fingers wedged up my cunt without even trying. 

I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of my aching pussy and inserted the balls deep, wedging the top ball snug against my womb. I felt so full! It was absolutely amazing. I walked out of the bathroom with a sway of my hips, giving the balls the momentum they needed to really jiggle. I was in heaven. Every move I made rocked me slowly building my orgasm. 

With a satisfied grin, I pulled on a pair of spandex shorts and a long t-shirt and headed to the car to pick up my husband. He had taken the train today and would be pulling in any minute. I felt so naughty wearing these little gems outside in the real world. No one, not even Henry would know the secret pleasure I held tight inside me.

I got in the car and they moved just enough to steal a moan from my lips. This was going to be quite a ride. Starting the car, I pulled out of the garage and was on my way. I arrived at the train with seconds to spare. It was still light out and I could see all the frustrated people leave the station. If they only knew what I held, maybe they would be a bit happier. Hell, I was so giddy I was nearly squirming.

Henry got in the car with a mild grumble, but kissed me anyway. Apparently he had had a couple of rough clients today and only just caught his train. I comforted him with a long wet kiss and within minutes he was massaging my leg. Oh the sweet torture! 

"Mind if we stop at the store before we go home, sweetheart? I need creamer for tomorrow," he said as we were just turning onto the main road that led to our subdivision.

"I don't have a bra on, babe. What will people think?"

I have always hated to go out without a bra. I think it was the teasing I received as a young girl when I was the only one with tits. I was an early bloomer in almost every way.

"I think it's sexy, April. Come on. Be a good girl. I promise to make it worth your wild tonight," he said as he massaged my already rock hard clit causing me to moan.

If he only knew what he was doing to me. I almost told him but it was my naughty little secret and I was enjoying it. I squeezed my muscles tight around my two invaders and thought about the pounding he was hinting at giving me.

"Fine but promise me you'll really give it to me good tonight. I am so wet. I could cum right here just thinking about you rutting inside me."

"Oh the language love. My virgin ears," he feigned embarrassment.

"Yeah right. You love it when I talk dirty to you," I winked.

"You got me pegged for the dirty old man truly I am. In fact, I want you to really squirm for your treat tonight," he said grinding his finger mercilessly into my clit. "Hey, let's go to that Thai restaurant you love before going home," he said ruthlessly.

"No way! I looked like a slut dressed like this," I pouted.

"Yes, but you're my extremely beautiful slut. Can't I simply want to show you off before I take you home and pound your hot wet cunt until you are screaming and begging for release?"

"Oh god, Henry! I am so fucking horny and you are not helping. Why don't we just stop home and you could fuck me. Then we can go anywhere you want, please," I begged him. 

If he only knew the torture he was putting me through. My cunt muscles were convulsing tightly around the little fuckers I shoved up there. If I didn't cum soon, I might go insane.

"No. I'll take you home after we've eaten and not before. I like to make you squirm. I know how hot making you wait will make you and I want to savor it. Now drive my tarted up slut."

"Meanie," was all I could think as I drove him to the store and then off to dinner. 

We arrived at my favorite restaurant and he asked for a corner table, out of the way. I normally sit across from him so we could talk but tonight he wanted me to sit next to him. I protested.

"You know I hate to sit next to you. I can't see you. How can I talk to you?"

"Knowing you, you'll find a way love. I have faith," he poked fun at me.

"How rude!" I said mockingly. 

I love to talk and even this little inconvenience wouldn't keep me quiet for long, however his hand rubbing my clit as soon as I sat down would definitely distract me.

"Henry! They'll see us," I said quietly trying to push his hand away.

"They won't see. Now sit still and let me play. I've had a really hard day, kitty. Plus, if I don't get what I want, you won't get what you want, and from the soaked spot on your shorts, you definitely want. Oh and I don't want you to give anything away when Susan comes to take our order. Just smile and order or should I order for us," he said stroking my clit hard under the table.

"Oh, god, please stop, love, please. I can't take it," I said panting.

"I'll order for us. You just relax, baby. I'll take care of you," he said wickedly.

"You bastard," I said not meaning it and loving every minute of his caressing.

"I love you too, my sexy, sexy slut," he said kissing me lightly.

He pushed his fingers as far as he could inside me through my shorts. I was so close to cumming with his fingers rubbing me hard and my cunt just kept working against the balls filling my cunt. I moaned.

"Hush, love. Remember, this is our little secret," he said huskily as he pinched my clit.

I gasped just as the waitress came to the table.

"Hi, guys. Good to see you again. You haven't been in while. April, you ok? You're looking a bit flushed."

"I'm fine, really. I've just been running. I started working out last week and I am still getting so out of breath," I said trying to keep my composure. 

Henry was working my cunt fast and hard, driving me closer and closer to the brink of what was sure to be an explosive orgasm. I started to breathe heavily and my eyes were drifting shut.

"Are you sure your ok, dear? Let me go get you some water. You're breathing so heavy. Maybe you should take the exercise slower."

"Some water would be great, Suz. She'll be fine in a minute or two," he said knowing just how close I was to cumming.

"Please, Henry. I'm so close. I'm not sure how long I can hold it, baby, please," I begged as the waitress went to the bar to get me some water.

"I want you to cum for me, April, here, now. You have no idea how bad I want it but I know how loud you cum. You'd have Susan calling 911," he laughing lightly as moved his hand from my lap giving my poor clit a break.

"I think you might be right," I agreed laughing.

Susan came back and we ordered our usual, pot stickers, satay, pod see ewe and drunk noodles. We definitely know what we like and so did most of the servers in our area. We sat there once she left talking about our day, when Henry started massaging me again. I had just gotten where I could sit still for a moment without my cunt screaming at me for release.

"You are relentless tonight, aren't you?"

"You complaining?" he said teasing me.

"Absolutely...Not!" I said spreading my legs wider, letting a slight moan escape my lips.

He was working my clit and cunt good when our food came out of the kitchen. I was close to cumming again by the time Jason served us. He placed our plates down and left with a raise of his eyebrow and a bit of a grin. I think he knew what my incorrigible husband was up to.

"Smells great!" Henry said as he picked up his chopsticks.

I was practically panting and the juices from my pussy made the chair a bit slippery, but I managed to say, "Mmmm, I agree but I am not thinking about the food. Can't we take this to go?"

"No. You know this stuff doesn't re-heat well, plus I am really enjoying my time with you, in public."

"Again, I say, you suck!"

"I know, but trust me when I say that you will not suffer much longer, baby. Feel me. I am as hot and hard as you."

I decided to take his offer and rubbed my hand down the front of his jeans. He was harder than I had felt him in a long while. I gave his shaft a solid squeeze through his thick jeans. He moaned.

"See, baby. The torture is mutual. Now please eat so we can go home. I want this monster in you," he said gently removing my hand from his bulge.

"You win," and that was all I had to say.

***

We got home and he went about doing the usual things he had to do before he could relax. He put his laptop on the charger, rinsed out his mug, and unpacked his bag. I was headed upstairs when I heard him check the front door for packages. I admit that in my excitement over the balls, I forgot to check for deliveries. Oh well, so I fucked up. 

"I'm going to get into something more comfortable, dear. I expect you to hurry, darling," I said erotically as I headed for the stairs.

"I will be right there, kitty. I promise."

I stripped down and went into the bathroom to evict my juicy friends. I pulled the coated string and they slowly plopped out. The last one actually had a bit of suction built up and so made an audible, "pop". I laughed as I cleaned the moisture off my thighs. I was really wet and it only had a little to do with the lube. 

I went and laid in my favorite come get me position on the bed, on my belly, spread eagle. I just loved when he came up and lay right on top of me. He always rested his hard cock right in the crack of my ass and massaged me just right.  

This time was no exception. I heard his breath catch as I wiggled my heart shaped ass at him. The bed shifted has he climbed onto the bed. He gave my ass a light smack before squeezing my cheek in his large hand. I moaned, rubbing my cunt into the bed.

"Tell me what you want baby," he said as he ran his finger along my folds. 

"Oh, Henry! You know what I want, please." 

"I want to hear you say it, April."

He smacked my ass hard, drawing a moan from me. He knew how I loved when he played rough. I was out of my mind with excitement and could barely think let alone speak.

"April, tell me what you want. You are being so naughty today. Do I have to spank you?"

I moaned in response. He knew what he was doing to me but prolonged my torture anyway as he delved his finger deep into my hot, wet pussy.

"Oh, Henry," I moaned, grinding my hips into his palm.

"You like that, kitten? Should I continue or spank you for being a bad girl and not answering me when I asked you a question?" 

He knew what my answer would be even before I opened my mouth and begged, "Spank me, lover, please."

"As you wish," he said as he pumped my slit faster, smacking me hard with his other hand.

"Oh god, please!" I practically screamed as he smacked my ass again. 

"Beg me to stop," he said began to smack my ass repeatedly, his finger still pumping inside of me relentlessly.

"Oh please, stop, please, Henry. Ouch, Henry, please," I begged, panting.

The pain was exquisite. I could feel my ass getting very hot as he spanked me over and over, switching cheeks to redden me evenly. I was so close to cumming.

"More, slut, beg me to make you cum," he said pausing long enough to stick another finger inside me before continuing his punishment.

The sound of his hand spanking me resonated throughout the room nearly drowning out the sound of my moaning. I opened my mouth in attempts to speak but my breath caught. I tried again.

"Oh god, Master, please make me cum. Oh fuck, yes. Mmmm, yes."

I was building fast as he fucked me in time with the smacking of my ass. I was so close.

"Harder, please, harder," I moaned unsure which I wanted harder, but he obliged me by both spanking me harder and pumping his fingers into me with force.

"OOH, OOH, HENRY! OOOOOH!" I cried as I came, writhing on the bed.

As I recovered, I noticed that his spanking had stopped but he was still lightly pumping his fingers into me. He caressed my sensitive ass with his other hand causing me to moan softly.

"Did you like that baby?" he asked. 

"Yesss," I said almost breathlessly.

He was quiet for a few moments as he rubbed my cheeks. They felt so hot and deliciously sore. I was soon meeting his hand and caresses with my backside.

"You are so beautiful, April and your ass, god, your ass is so red. I have to fuck you baby, now," he said removing his fingers and spreading my legs wide.

"Yes, please. Fuck me hard, baby."

He sat between my legs and I wiggled my ass up against the tip of his hard shaft, causing him to moan loudly. He felt so big. I don't thing he's ever been this hard. 

He slid inside me with a loud moan, sheathing his cock deep in one stroke. I was so wet. He pinned my legs open with his knees and laid on top of me hold my arms out with his hands. I was trapped under him, just the way I loved it. 

"Oh, April, your ass is so hot," he cried out as he began stroking his cock in and out of my wet hole.

He caressed his hands down my arms and under my body to grab my breasts. Squeezing them tightly as he fucked me hard from behind. He nibbled and bit the back of my neck as he stroked his hard thick cock in and out of my tight wet sheath over and over. In and out he pumped as I heard his breath became ragged.




Simple Little Secret



"Oh, god, baby, yes. You're ass feels so good, ohhh, so hot, yes," he moaned against my ear.

"Yes, baby, cum for me, cum inside my cunt," I encouraged him as my own orgasm came close.

He hammered his cock into me faster and harder, causing me to cry out as he knocked against my womb. It was almost too much for me to bear, but it only seemed to drive me closer to my edge.

"Harder, Henry, harder," I cried out.

He was moaning loudly, biting hard into my shoulder as he drove his cock harder into me. I could tell he was so close and I was right there with him. He rutted hard and fast into me, moaning loudly.

"Oh baby, oh god, fuck yes, ooooh, oooh," he moan driving his hips hard against me one last time spilling his seed deep into my womb.

Feeling his cock pulse as he convulsed into me was too much. It sent me spiraling into one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I dug my nails into the back of his palms, which still held my breasts, causing him to hiss.

As I came back down to my senses I heard him laughing lightly, his cock still inside me.

"Was it good for you, my kitty?" he said pushing his hips into my tender folds.

"Yesss," I moaned, "You?"

"Do you have to ask?" he said laying butterfly kisses all over my back, hugging me to him. His body was pressed hard up against me still pinning me to the bed. We lay like that for some time before he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I snuggled up on his chest and we drifted off.



Simple Lust



When I was just out of high school, I quit my job at the local supermarket and found work at a paper mill near the Washington coast town of Gray's Harbor. The mill was unionized, so I had to start on what was called the 'extra list'. That just meant that I worked all over the mill, wherever they needed extra help.

I got to know a lot of the other guys that worked there and began hanging out with them on weekends and evenings after work. Of course, we spent a lot of time in a local tavern, the Seahorse. I was underage, but big for eighteen. In that kind of place in those days, drinking laws weren't so strictly enforced, so nobody checked my ID, since I was with people they knew. Pretty soon I became a regular there with my friends.

There was one barmaid I really liked. Sherry was short, but had nice, round breasts. They weren't all that big, but on her tiny body they looked like it. It was summertime, so she usually wore short shorts and a tank top or a tee-shirt without a bra. Of course it made for better tips. At least I know we all tipped her heavily. She would flirt with me, as well as all the other guys. When her big blue eyes smiled up at me, I just naturally returned at least half my change each round I bought.

One Saturday afternoon, when there was just my buddy Tony and me in the place, Sherry was tending bar by herself. Tony and I had just finished playing pool about 6:00, when the evening bartender came on, along with Tina, the other barmaid. Sherry stayed around and joined us in a drink and a game of cutthroat pool. After the game, she said she had to go home.

Tony finished his beer a few minutes later and left for home, as well. I was sipping my last beer when a familiar voice came from behind me, "God, I'm glad you're still here, Dan!" I turned on my stool and saw Sherry standing there looking exhausted and sweaty. She had gotten a mile down the road and her car broke down. Her hands showed the grease from her attempts at repair. There was even a little smear on one cheek. I wiped it off and she teared up.

I told her to go clean up and I'd take her to see what I could do. When she came back, she looked like she felt better and we set off in my old VW bug. I kept stealing glances at her nipples, which were poking out the front of her shirt. She seemed unconscious of it, or just didn't care. Once when I saw her move her hand down to scratch her inner thigh near the hem of her cut-off jeans, I almost ran off the road!

We reached her car. I have never been too mechanically inclined, but I looked under the hood while she cranked it over a few times. I told her I couldn't see what the problem was, so we'd have to leave it. I gave her a ride the rest of the way to her house and she invited me in for my trouble and to wash up. She lived on the beach in a little cabin that had been part of a seaside resort that had gone under. The property was auctioned off and the new owner rented the houses out by the month. Sherry handed me a beer and we went out front. We kicked off our shoes on the porch and strolled down through the sand to the surf. I rolled my jeans up as far as I could and we waded into the rollers. It's great when the wave recedes and you can feel the sand caving out from under your toes. One wave was a little bit bigger than most, and Sherry lost her balance, so I grabbed her arm. After that she held on to my hand and we jumped together over the whitecaps as they rolled by.

We finished the beers and left the bottles above the tideline, where we could pick them up on our way back. Sherry had relaxed enough to get playful so she ran out into the water and raced the larger waves back. I warned her, but she didn't listen. Sure enough, one wave was faster than she was and it tripped her up. She sprawled in the shallow water on her butt. I helped her up before the next wave came in and we ran back up to the sand. She was drenched and wanted to go back and change. There was still enough light for me to enjoy the wet shirt clinging to her tits. The breeze made her nips stand up hard. She saw me looking and glanced down at herself. She laughed and said, "Well, I guess I don't have any secrets now!" She didn't seem to mind when I put my arm around her shoulders.

When we got back to her house she went into the bedroom to change and returned in a long tee-shirt, like my little sister usually sleeps in. I suspected it was all she had on, but couldn't really tell. She went to the kitchen and got two more beers. We drank them and she served me some great leftover spaghetti she had in the refrigerator. She told me about her short unhappy marriage to a guy named Carl. I knew him from the mill and couldn't see how they ever got together. When I told her that, she laughed and said it was the size of his dick that hypnotized her. "By the time I realized all he wanted was somebody to do his laundry, cook, and to fuck whenever he couldn't find some strange stuff, we were already married. I moved in here and divorced him."

"I can't imagine a guy looking somewhere else if he had you at home," I said before I realized I was speaking out loud. She blushed, and so did I, I guess. She thanked me and cleared off the dishes, telling me to go sit on the couch. I was thinking it was time to either leave or make a move. I hadn't had all that much experience with girls, and none at all with women. So it took me by surprise when she came in and sat down next to me, but facing the back of the couch. She leaned across me so we were face to face and asked, "So, you wouldn't go out catting around if you could come home to me?" Her tits were against my chest and I could feel her breath when she spoke. She had made the decision without any help at all from me.

I kissed her and wrapped my arms around her. The kiss went on a long time. She pulled my shirttails out and reached under my work shirt to rub my belly. I liked that and let my own hand drift down to the bottom of that long tee-shirt to let her know how much. I found out then that the shirt was all she was wearing. She moved her legs apart to let me in and I felt the moisture in her tangled pubic hair. By the time I had one finger inside her, she had my belt undone and was reaching inside my skivvies to free my stiff cock. What she had said about the size of her ex-husband's cock drifted through my mind, but I figured she had made up her mind anyway. As things turned out she wasn't disappointed. At least she didn't seem to be.

We kind of slipped off the couch to the floor and she started jerking my jeans off my feet. We got to laughing because of the problems she was having, but we finally got me down to my skin. When I pulled her shirt off over her head, those round, ripe titties just beamed at me. I wasted no time sucking them into my mouth, taking turns so one didn't get jealous over the other. Meanwhile, her hands were stroking and pinching my ass. Once in a while, she would give it a little swat, just for emphasis. I'd never liked spankings as a kid, but this felt just fine.

I rolled us over so she was beneath me. Sitting up astride her hips, I started to tickle her tits with light teasing touches. She didn't stand for too much of that, though, because she told me later she was "just too damned horny." She grabbed my dick and squeezed it hard, threatening to rip it off if I didn't get down there and lick her. I didn't have to be asked twice. I'd gone down on my girlfriend in high school, so I kind of knew my way around. Pretty soon she was ordering me around again. She guided my mouth around her paradise for a few minutes, but then she wanted me to "fuck her brains out". I'd no more than got my cock inside her when she was wriggling all over and screeching she was coming. It surprised me, but made me feel like a sex god. I wasn't far from squirting myself, but I was happy she had gotten her rocks off before I did. I kept pounding at her crotch, hitting bottom each time. She told me between breaths that she wanted me to come in her mouth. All she had to do was ask! Just her saying that made me reach the top! I pulled out and she twisted around and barely got me in between her lips in time.

She just kept sucking after I finished coming and got me hard right away again (remember, I was only eighteen!). This time, she told me she wanted it from behind. I squeezed her ass while I fucked her. Thinking she might like it, I began to swat her between strokes. It drove her wild! When she came, she screamed out for me to keep swatting her harder! I guess I did okay, because that orgasm was longer and stronger than her first. She finally screamed for me to let go inside her this time.

I grabbed her hips and pumped her for all I was worth. My hips slammed into her ass with a slapping sound and it didn't take long for me to reach my second orgasm. There couldn't have been much cum, but the spasms felt like I pumped a gallon into her. We collapsed onto the floor and caught our breath.

It was dark outside by then. She sat up and got a look in her eye. "Let's go skinny-dipping!" she said. I was feeling pretty powerful about then, so I followed her out the door and we ran down to the water. We splashed past the small waves and dove in once the waves were cresting around our waists. The moon was bright and we splashed and played a while. Even though the water temperature made my dick almost disappear, Sherry fondled it as we made out standing on the shifting sands. She giggled and made some comment on the effect of the water, but I couldn't have cared less. Her nipples were little spears against my chest.

That was it. There was a little more grab-ass as we raced back to the house, dried off and dressed. She kissed me good-bye at the door and I went back to the place I was staying for the summer. Even though we saw each other a lot for the rest of the summer, we never got together again. She was just as friendly as before whenever I went to the Seahorse, but gave no indication of what we'd done. I am not the kind of guy to brag about my exploits, so I never told anybody. For all I knew, she had done the same thing with most of my coworkers. But I didn't care. It was the '60's, after all.