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To M-----

By: sexycharlene



To begin with: this letter is meant to be neither a complaint nor an accusation; it is just my problem, and all I hope is that you will be able to read it without turning a deaf ear to what I'm trying to say, without telling me as you are wont to do that 'we'd better get a divorce then as that's what I want.' It isn't what I want. I wouldn't have hung on for almost forty years if it were. I simply wanted you; I never got you.

And before you think I don't appreciate everything you always do for everyone, let me assure you that I do. I couldn't do as much, ever. 

And yet I feel stuck. I am afraid that before long I will either have to make a run for it or break down completely. Despair is not a constant; neither is loneliness. They wax and wane like the tide, and there are long periods that the sea lies calm and unruffled in the midday sun like a big pond to play in. Besides, I've got adept at telling myself that everything is alright. When I repeat it often enough I almost believe it at times.

I have done my best to make something of our being together. I am still trying, but oh dear, it is hard. We'd make quite a good educational team; but that could be done by anyone: brother and sister, or even strangers, and that is not why I married you at all...

The obvious thing, I once thought, would be to talk together and find a way out. But for over twenty years that door has been completely shut; and even before that I never found it possible to speak my mind. 

When we had been together for about three months we had sex for the first time. I thought it was wonderful; I even wrote a poem about it. Decades later you told me you thought it had been horrible. 

We never really had any sex life to talk about. You often told me I had to get you into the mood - but if I tried to touch you, you'd tell me you weren't a whore, and when I looked at you undress you said I was a dirty old man. I'm almost sixty now; I know what a vagina looks like from changing our daughters' nappies. 

I thought you were beautiful, but you said you weren't; you refused to believe I found you so. 

Then you wanted children - and we never got any. We went through the whole rigmarole of hospitals and examinations and attempts through insemination and what not... You were given lots of hormones and we had to have intercourse at fixed dates. Slim chance of it ever working out... You just lay back, spread your legs, and told me to shut up and do my duty. You'd been given the hormones, after all... Did you really think that I could perform well that way? I would have made love to you any time. But I am no robot you can turn on at the desired moment.

It all came to nothing, and we adopted children; and that meant that our physical relationship almost stopped altogether. I tried to talk to you about it, but you got incredibly angry; you even slapped my face, hard, twice. I had no answer to that; I don't hit women.

When we eventually were at speaking terms again I tried to talk about our sex life again; but you said that when things are ok you don't need to talk. Too true. But the point is, of course, that though they weren't, I had no way of saying so any more without soliciting another outburst and another period of disgrace - and that was even worse that the status quo.

I sometimes feel like leaving you; but then when you are doing things with a group of people, teaching, talking, I recognise the woman I'd hoped to get... Besides, I don't want to make my daughters feel rejected again. Being rejected once seems more than enough.

Still, life is really a slow and long disappointment in most respects - apart from the occasional spark. Apparently all you told me at first was untrue. You told me you liked books and music, but now you always complain about them; and you simply cannot listen. You will tell me exactly what you think, and I sometimes simply want to tell my story without being told what to do, how to act, how to feel... I can never unburden my mind to you. 

I think you see any attempts to tell you something like this as implied criticism, and you find that impossible to take - but I'll go mad if we don't talk.

After all the misery of your illness we have never touched any more. I think - correct me if I'm wrong - that you don't really care. But for me those eleven years of lying awake at night and wondering where my life went, when I missed out on it, are a bloody long time. 

That, too, is why some books, songs or poems make me sigh... they show so large a contrast with our life that I find it hard to stomach them. No, I won't throw them away, as you suggest, and it wouldn't make any difference if I did. I am no ostrich. 

I think it is a basic human need to feel wanted by someone you feel everything for, to feel your need reciprocated and, well, to feel loved. 

When we were on holiday you had another outburst; you told me again you were no whore. Up to now I usually took that to mean you felt I'd behaved unreasonably, but now it hit me in rather a different way: apparently you feel so little attracted to me that having physical contact together makes you feel like one. That does hurt, M---, and not a little. I thought you loved me - but if you never wanted me, desired me, then what does love mean in your vocabulary? 

I'm not sure what to do with this letter. It might not be a good thing to send it - past experience has not indicated it might be of any help. I wish it were.

Taking everything into consideration I suppose I'd better not. One question haunts my days, though: why oh why did you ever want me, and what did you want me for? I think I'll never know.

D----

To Make a Pot: Meg



Note: Readers of my story, “Advice” will remember that John Nolan is a man endowed with great personal magnetism. As I stated in “Advice” these types of individuals are uncommon, but they are not rare. People having this sort of magnetism can be either male or female. They have an innate ability to attract and influence other people. You have probably have known a person with this amazing ability or have heard of someone like them. In school, they were the most popular boys and girls, in business they come up through the ranks of the corporate world faster than their actual talent should allow; as politicians they easily win office. They exude an aura that attracts both sexes to aid them in their causes. When their cause is noble, they can bring much good into the world; however, if their desires turn to sex, they use their personalities for seduction. John Noland is a master of seduction.

This story is written in an unorthodox style. Most events are described in a present and immediate tense in an attempt to make the reader a voyeur, who is “present” as the story happens. This is not so much a descriptive narrative, as it is an impression of emotions, actions and events, which are set down, wherever feasible, in short, simple sentences.

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Sam and Meg Russell have been happily married for 20 years. Meg is forty-five years old, has brown hair and blue eyes, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs one hundred and sixteen pounds. She is quite proud of her figure and works hard to ensure that she keeps it. The narrowness of her waist accentuates the width of her hips. Her breasts, while not large, have a certain sexy pertness. Sam is forty-seven, a successful accountant, a man adept at using his brain rather than his brawn. He stands six feet one inch tall, has graying black hair, hazel eyes and weighs one hundred and ninety pounds. Sam also, makes it a habit to workout and has above average strength. They are extremely proud of their two high school aged boys. If Meg has one weakness, it is handmade art and in particular, pottery. She has managed to fill a “special room” of her house, with a wide assortment of vases and other such artwork. Her husband aids her, acting as her “scout” going around to various shops, and alerting her to items that she might find interesting. 

Sam is taking her to the workshop of John Nolan, an artist whose work she has long admired. Sam remembers that it was just over two months ago when he first met John Nolan. Sam had been in one of the galleries in town and had been introduced to the artist. When Sam discovered the man did not have a ride home, he offered to provide transportation. On the drive to John’s home, Sam mentioned that Meg was interested in collecting pottery and had several of Nolan’s works in her collection. When they arrived at John’s home, Sam received a tour of the workshop where the artist produced his creations. John insisted that Sam bring Meg to visit. Meg was thrilled when she found out about the invitation. A week later, the couple came to see John. They were greatly surprised when he offered to give them free lessons. Sam gracefully declined, but Meg eagerly took John up on his offer. Almost every weekend since that first meeting, Sam has been driving Meg down to John’s place for pottery lessons.

Sam turns off the main road onto a dirt side road, then down another dirt road and stops at a gate, at the foot of a hill. Up at the top of the hill, barely seen through the trees, stands a small house and several outbuildings. Sam gets out of the car and presses a button at the side of the closed gate. A short while later, a loud buzz indicates that the gate unlocked, Sam pushes the gate open and drives through. 

They reach the top of the hill. Sam and Meg see another car parked beside the small cottage. John Noland appears at the door of the cottage and waves at the couple. John is approximately sixty years old, stands around six feet tall, has grey hair and green eyes, and is astoundingly physically fit. He exudes the type of personality, which makes most people want to be his friend. 

“Come on in!” The John calls out. “I’m just taking a break. Let’s have a beer–or maybe two, before we get down to making pots.” John Nolan ushers the couple through the front door of his small home. The door enters into a living room, which is furnished with two recliner chairs and a couch. A kindly looking middle-aged woman is sitting on one of the chairs. 

“Go ahead and find a seat on the couch. I’ll get you both a beer,” instructs John. “Jane just stopped by on her way home. She had been in town today and picked my groceries up for me.” John leaves the room and goes into the kitchen, which can be seen through a doorway at the far end of the living room. 

“Hi, it’s good to see you again Jane.” Sam smiles at the woman. Sam and Meg remember meeting Jane during one of their previous visits. Sam recalls that she lives alone and has a house about two miles away. “Meg is still learning a few pointers about the art of making pottery from John.”

“I bet John can teach you a lot,” Jane says to Meg. “He is an extraordinary artist.”

“Oh, yes I know,” Meg says. “I own several of his works. I have a lot more to learn than a few pointers. Actually, I’m just a beginner, there is so much to learn, but John is a good teacher.”

“Well, is there anything else that I can get someone?” John says as he comes back into the room and hands Sam and Meg bottles of cold beer. “It is good to see you both. Have you been able to practice any at home, Meg?”

“We still don’t have anyplace set up,” Meg slowly shakes her head. “We were hoping to get something fixed up in the garage. I hope to get a potter’s wheel. Maybe you can recommend something for a beginner like me. Ha! Here I am talking about using a wheel and we haven’t even gotten to that part yet!”

“You’re coming along fine. I’ll have you do some work on the wheel today,” John smiles as a twinkle lights up his eyes, “but that’s a good idea, getting one for yourself. You want to practice as much as you can. I’ll show you some of the tricks of the trade in a little while.”

They sit around for half an hour talking about art and pottery. They finish their beers and John is quick to provide everyone with full bottles. Finally, John asks Sam to help him move a table in his workshop. He explains that he has a bad back, which makes it impossible for him to do heavy lifting. The two men leave the house and go to the outbuilding, where John has his workshop.

“So, what do you think of John?” asks Jane. “Is he what you imagined an artist to be like?”

“I think that he is a bit more than I imagined.” Meg answers, taking a sip of her beer. “I’ve never met anyone like him. Have you known him long?”

“Oh, I’ve known him since I moved here about three years ago,” Jane explains. “He is a good friend.”

“You’re his girlfriend?” Meg asks.

“Heavens no!” laughs Jane. “That man doesn’t have a steady girlfriend. He is a total loner when it comes to that sort of thing, besides I haven’t had any interest in men in a long, long time.”

“He certainly has sex appeal,” Meg says. “I would think that almost any woman would be attracted to him. If I were a single gal, I know I would want to get to know him better. It must be awfully frustrating for him not to have some romance in his life.”

“Get to know him as well as you want,” Jane winks at Meg. “I’ll even help you out.”

“I didn’t mean to suggest that I was…” gasps Meg. “I mean, I’m a married woman and I’d never think to…”

“No need to explain, Meg.”

“Still,” Meg looks toward the door and drains the last of the contents of her bottle, “if I wasn’t married, I’d sure be thinking about getting some special instruction from him, but that’s just a silly fantasy.”

“Every girl is entitled to her own fantasies and who knows, sometimes fantasies can come true.”

“Not in this case,” Meg shakes her head, as if trying to shake certain thoughts from her mind. “I’ve been happily married to the same man for twenty years, and that is that!”

The two women make small talk until the men return. John then says that he wants to have Meg start her lesson. Jane tells everyone, that she is going to sit where she is and finish her beer. The other three people leave the house and go to the workshop. 

The workshop is beginning to look familiar to Meg’s eyes. She sees several potter’s wheels and a large kiln in the back of the room. On tables and shelves around room stand various pots, vases, and pitchers, which are either finished products or waiting to be fired in the kiln. Meg stands to the side of one of the wheels. John begins her lesson. She watches as he wets his hands, picks up a lump of clay and tosses it onto the wheel. He then pours a little water on the clay. The wheel starts in motion, and Meg watches as he forms the spinning clay with his hands. The clay beneath John’s fingers seems to magically transform itself, from a shapeless blob into a graceful pot.

John asks Meg if she is ready to try and make something. John has her to wet her hands. With both her husband and John watching, Meg reaches into the crock holding the clay and puts a lump of it on the middle of the wheel. John tells her to put a little more clay on the wheel. Then, he shows her how to sprinkle just the right amount of water on the clay. Following John’s instructions, she tries to shape the clay as the wheel begins to spin. At first the clay starts to take form, but then it suddenly falls apart. 

John gives her encouragement and moves behind her. His arms reach around her as he guides her hands on the clay. Softly he gives her instructions, while at the same time helping her to place her hands in the right position. The nearness of the artist, his soft words, and his gentle hands, excite Meg. She can feel his flaccid manhood pressing against her backsides. To Meg it seems as if powerful, almost intoxicating forces flow from the man, and into her body. It is a force, which speaks of forbidden desires and raging lusts. Just when she feels that she is beginning to drown in conflicting emotions, John excuses himself and explains that he must leave for a couple of minutes to talk to Jane.

“Well,” Jane says when John comes into the house, “I guess I had better get going. I’ve got a lot to do and it is not getting done with me sitting here.”

“Say, Jane,” John grins, “why don’t you have Sam gives you a hand with some of that stuff. I know it is heavy work. I’d help, but you know how my back is.”

“I wouldn’t feel right asking him. I mean, I hardly know the man,” replies Jane. “I’ll manage somehow.”

“I’m showing his wife how to throw a pot, and I can tell Sam is bored,” explains John. “I’m sure he’d be glad for a break, while I give her some instruction.”

“I can just bet the instruction you want to give her!” laughs Jane. “You randy old goat! What do you really have in mind?”

“Okay, okay, I just want a chance to see if I can fuck her.” John laughs. He has been cunningly been working on seducing Meg since he met her. Without either Meg or her husband suspecting a thing, he has used a word here and a touch there, which has slowly but surely been influencing the woman. “I’ve been working on her for weeks, and I think that I’ve got her where I want her. Give me a break, and take her husband off my hands for a couple of hours.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t give you a minute,” Jane says, “but she said some stuff to me earlier, which makes me think, that maybe she wouldn’t mind getting laid. She is under the impression that you don’t have much of a sex life. I haven’t told her about all the gals you’ve lured up here. I’ll keep her husband away for an hour and a half–no more and no less. However, you have to promise me one thing.”

“Just name it!”

“You have to make sure that she comes away a very happy girl,” Jane insists, “and if I’m wrong and she doesn’t want any part of you, you let the whole thing drop.”

“I can assure you right here and now, she will be a very, very happy girl,” he replies. “I won’t press her too hard.”

Jane and John go back into the workshop. Jane begins to talk with Sam, while John moves over to Meg and begins helping her. Meg is frustrated by her failures, which have happened while John has been in the house. John again puts his arms around her and shows her how to hold her fingers. In the meantime, Meg asks Sam if he has time to come and help her move some of her things. 

“It’s all right, dear.” Meg says to her husband, “I think that I’m going to have quite a fight to get this stupid clay to make something.”

“Well, okay,” Sam replies and asks Jane, “How long do you think it will take?”

“Oh, I think about an hour and a half,” Jane says, “if that is not too much of a bother.”

Sam agrees, and after kissing his wife goodbye, he leaves with Jane. Meg continues to make spectacular failures and in disgust is thinking about quitting. John once more moves close behind her. This time his hands are on her hips. He gives her verbal instructions. His voice is filled with magic. The magic encourages Meg to shape the spinning clay. The clay begins to take form. John steps back and lets Meg finish the work. Then he turns the wheel off and cuts free the pot.

“Not a bad first attempt,” John compliments her, “not bad at all!”

“I was just about ready to give up,” Meg smiles, “what now?”

“Well, we let it sit for a while. Then, later on, I’ll do the finishing work and have it ready for you, when you come back for your next lesson. Now, I think we should go in the house and have a drink to celebrate your success.”

They wash their hands in a big sink in the workshop and go into the house. Meg sits on the couch. John brings a couple of beers from the kitchen and sits down beside Meg.

“To success!” John makes a toast holding his bottle of beer up to Meg, “well done!”

“Thank you teacher,” Meg replies clicking her bottle against John’s. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Meg is feeling more and more comfortable. She is beginning to talk more. From the moment that she met John, she has been in awe of the artist. She admits to herself that John is a very attractive man. Wild thoughts begin to form in her mind. She decides that it would be interesting to tease John a little. Meg has always been faithful to her husband; however, she does like to flirt.

“Jane said that you two weren’t physically intimate,” Jane says as a gleam enters her eyes, “and that you don’t have any girlfriend.”

“Been a while since I’ve been intimate,” John replies thinking a week and a half ago as being a “while”, “Heck I don’t even think I remember what a gal looks like under her clothes, but that is the way it goes.”

“Women look the same that they always have,” Meg says and although a little voice in her head is warning her, she pulls up her blouse and bra and shakes her tits at John. She quickly pulls her clothes back into order. “See, same old stuff!”

“You’re wrong there,” John smiles. “If I remember right, you’re a lot prettier than most women. Do you think I can have another peek?”

“You must think I’m terrible. I really don’t going around showing by breasts to people,” Meg blushes. She is amazed at her actions. She knows she is on dangerous ground, but she exposes her tits again, for the man. “Do you really think that they are nice?”

“Wonderful! Can I perhaps touch one? It has been so long,” sighs John, “I’ll be very careful.”

Meg allows him to feel her breasts. She does not refuse him when he asks to kiss them. John’s mouth softly encircles one of her areolas. His mouth draws in her nipple and softly sucks. In a way, Meg feels that she is playing the role of a maid of mercy, by showing John what he has not seen in so long. Now she is becoming excited. She knows that she should put an end to this foolishness. She feels like she should apologize for her behavior. However, she thinks there is no real harm in letting him go a little further. She feels that she can always call a halt to things at any time. 

John is caressing and sucking her tits. She feels a sexual excitement building in her body, which goes far beyond anything she has felt in a long time. She feels as if she is the clay, and John’s hands are carefully forming the clay into something wondrous.

She makes no protest when his right hand moves down her belly and into her pants. She allows his exploring fingers access to her most intimate parts. She makes only a token resistance, when John slides her pants off, complaining that she doesn’t want to be caught, and that her husband will be returning. John calms her by telling her that her husband won’t be showing up for a long time. John grasps her panties, and ever so slowly, he easies them over her hips. As her panties inch their way downward, more and more, of her naked flesh comes into sight. The fabric continues to move lower, revealing the full glory of her secret region. John pulls the panties down, down, and off. Once her panties are off, John’s fingers move back up to caress her tits. His mouth covers hers. Their tongues intertwine in a dual of unadulterated lust. He slides one of his hands, down to the furry area between her legs. Like a flower blooming in the sun, Meg’s legs part, and John’s fingers begin to work her pussy.

Meg knows that she should push John away and grab her clothes. Never in her life has she acted as she is acting now. She has been alone with men she found attractive. She has had men make passes at her before, but she never was tempted to do more than flirt a little. If someone had ever suggested, that she would find herself naked, with a man other than her husband, she would have been insulted. 

Her husband and her family are nowhere in her mind. She in caught up in this moment. In all existence, there is only what is happening right now. This man has a compelling power, one that seems almost like wizardry. In a way, it is almost like the magic he uses when making a pot. 

“Yes,” she thinks, “he is magic. I am the clay and he is the potter working his magic upon me.”

John’s hands continue to mold the clay of her body. His fingers gently rub her clitoris. Then, first one and then two fingers slide into her opening. She is wet, very wet and turned on to an extent, which she has seldom experienced; all by the magic of his fingers. His fingers pull out from the depths of her body and return to her clit. Gently and overwhelmingly, he forms her orgasm. It comes from deep within her. It sings through her nipples. It becomes a wave that roars through her body, to burst forth within the recesses of her pussy to fill all of her body. Meg hears herself moaning. She is caught up in the marvelous feeling, which engulfs her. John suggests to her that they go into the bedroom. She rises in his embrace. His tongue finds hers in a deep, wild kiss. He leads her to the bedroom. One of his hands fondles one of her breasts, while his other hand rubs the cheeks of her ass.

Now she lies naked and waiting upon the artist’s bed. She watches him undress. For a man fifteen years older than she is, he is in good shape. He removes his pants. She feels her pussy throb with lust, when she sees his cock. While his cock is no bigger than her husband’s, there is a special thrill that runs through her, at the sight of it. He kisses her, as he lies on the bed next to her. His mouth and hands are everywhere. She spreads her legs wide, as he moves into position between them. His mouth moves to her sex. John’s tongue flicks her clitoris. She sees fireworks. 

He now positions himself with the tip of his cock, at the opening of her pussy. Slowly, he presses forward. The hungering lips of her sex yield to him. She moans and lifts her head to look down between her tits. Meg sees John’s manhood begin to sink into her body. Steadily, his cock enters her eager pussy. He presses harder, and more of his cock enters, until he can enter no further. 




To Make a Pot: Meg



He fucks her with a far different rhythm than that which she is used to with her husband. John’s cock is moving quickly in and out of her. The sheer forbidden nature of what she is doing thrills her with every stroke of his fucking. Her tits almost ache with the erotic feeling that fills her.

She is cumming. She hears someone yelling and realizes that it is her own voice crying out in ecstasy. She has never been so vocal during sex. She is moaning and yelling, as she continues to cum. There is a sensuous pounding in her pussy, which is greater than the pounding of the cock. There is a sensuous pounding, which fills her tits and seems to shoot from her nipples. There is a sensuous pounding, which echoes through the depths of her head. 

“Does my cock feel good in your cunt?” John asks as her orgasm begins to fade.

“Oh, yes!” she moans. 

“Then say it! I am fucking your wonderful cunt. I could fuck you all day long. Do not be ashamed to use such words. They are the words of sex.”

“Your cock feels wonderful in my cunt,” she answers. “You fuck me so good! It is sooo good! I’m cumming all the time. I can’t help myself, your cock is that good.”

She cums again and again; she does not know if it is one continuous orgasm, or many happening one after another. All she can do is moan and shove her pussy up, to meet the downward strokes of the artist’s cock. She has lost track of time. She is lost in a world of pleasure, which springs from the piston-like cock in her pussy. Meg is lost upon a sea of pleasure. John begins to climb toward his own orgasm. He wants to finish soon, so that he can recover to fuck her again, before her husband shows up to take her home.

“Do you want me to pull out when I cum?” he asks. “I’m going to cum soon.”

“No,” she whimpers, “don’t pull out. I want it all. I want your cum.”

John is now increasing his fucking. He is moving faster and harder, in and almost out, of Meg’s dripping pussy. His balls are tensing. Now, he is cumming, flooding her pussy with his sperm. In her imagination, Meg feels the cum, splashing off the walls of her womb. She is cumming again. They both are cumming. 

“That was amazing,” John tells her as he stops his moving, but she can not answer. She can only moan and squeeze the cock, which now lies passively within her slick sex.

John rolls to the side. His cum pours from Meg’s pussy. It pools on the bedding. They rest and Meg begins to revive. 

“Amazing isn’t the word for it,” she gasps, “I think we will have to invent a word for it! Oh, but you have filled me up! Don’t you have something I can wipe off with?”

“Don’t wipe,” John says softly. “I have given you the essence of my being as a gift. There is nothing as fantastic and as precious as that gift. Please, don’t wipe the gift way.”

“But it is so messy!” She says but she closes her legs.

“There is nothing in this entire world, as beautiful or as sexy, as a woman that has received that gift. By its being there, it says that you have found pleasure in what I have done. Let me get you another beer.”

John leaves the room and returns bearing two beers. He gives her one. They drink. John asks her to show him her pussy. She is shy. She knows that she is covered with his cum. However, John gently persuades her. She reluctantly spreads her legs and shows him all of her pussy. Her pubic hair is matted with semen. From the widened hole of her sex, their combined fluids are slowly flowing. He praises her and she glows with his praise.

John and Meg finish their beers. John takes her by the hand and leads her to the bathroom. He goes over to the toilet. He puts her hand on his cock and says, “I’ve got to go. You do the aiming.”

“But I’ve never done this before in my life,” she complains. “I don’t know.”

“It will all be fine. Just like throwing a pot, I’ll help you, if you need a guide,” John begins to pee. Meg feels the flow of the urine through the flesh of his cock. She feels like she should hide, but all she can do is watch in fascination, as the pee flies from the end of the cock, into the toilet bowl. John lowers the seat. “Now it is your turn. Sit down.”

“I’ve never had a man in the room when I’ve peed,” says Meg, but somehow she finds herself sitting on the seat. He tells her to spread her legs so he can see her pee. Her legs spread, but she decides to do nothing more. She is determined not humiliate herself before this man. One of his hand presses upon her belly. His other hand grasps one of her tits. His mouth covers hers with a gentle kiss. As their tongues entwine, she feels her bladder release. She begins to pee. He breaks the kiss. She knows he is watching. She knows this even though her eyes remain closed. 

“All done?” he asks, and when she nods yes, she feels toilet paper, as he wipes the moisture from her. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I’ve never done that with anyone,” she says huskily as she opens her eyes, blushes and stands up. “It’s very embarrassing.”

“Then it something very personal, which only you and I share,” he kisses her again. His hands again travel all over her body. Hands that are once more bringing fire to her soul. Meg widens her legs, to allow him better access. She reaches out and takes his cock with her two hands. To her surprise, he is getting hard again, even though it has only been a short while, since he finished fucking her. Her husband never recovered so fast, not even when he was younger. Often, Sam can only make love once and can’t get an erection for a day after having sex. 

“Oh, but your hard again!”

“You bring out the best in me. We still have time to do it again,” John encourages her. “There is still plenty of time.”

“But Sam will be here before long,” she sighs, her mind fills with dread at the prospect of her husband discovering her adultery. “I don’t want him to catch us. I don’t want to wreak my marriage.”

“We have plenty of time,” John reassures her, “to have another fuck and still get you around and ready.”

Meg finds herself being led back to the bed. Her cheeks color as she sees the still wet pool of cum on the blanket. John has her get on her arms and knees in the doggie position. He moves up behind her. His hands are gently feeling her pussy and tits. Now he takes his cock in his hand and guides it to the portal of her womanhood. Carefully, he inserts his cock into her opening. He thrusts his hips forward, and his cock is engulfed in the hot, clinging, moist flesh of her sex. As he pumps her, he grasps her tits. He tells her to rub her clit as he fucks her. This is another first for Meg. She has seldom masturbated and never has done so while being fucked. Yet, her fingers reach out to caress her clit. 

Responding to John’s cock moving in and out of her, Meg moves to meet his every thrust. John’s penis seems as hard and as strong as it did, when he first fucked her, only a short time ago. In this position, John’s manhood penetrates even deeper into her pussy. She rubs her clitoris and is overwhelmed by waves of sexual delight. She cums as the artist continues his relentless fucking. 

She is experiencing illicit sex with a man other than her husband. The very idea of committing adultery, spurs her on to greater heights of lust. She is lost in a world of passion, whose focal point, is the tireless cock in her pussy. John grasps her firmly by the hips. He pumps her faster, pushing his cock with even greater force into her body. At last he cums and pours his thick white seed into her torrid depths. Meg feels as if she has been caught on a wild rollercoaster ride of endless orgasms. She is breathless, as John pulls from her pussy and helps her dress. John will not let her wipe or wash her pussy.

“My husband must not see me like this,” she emphatically says. “Do you know what would happen if he sees this mess?”

“Everything will be fine. You’ll find a way to make sure he won’t be looking between your legs,” John assures her. “You can take a bath when you get home. After all making a pot is messy; a girl has to clean up when she gets home.”

They are now looking down the hill. John has just released the lock at the gate and Sam is driving up toward the house. John has a hand under Meg’s blouse, another busy feeling her damp pussy. 

Meg watches her husband coming up the hill. She has been the clay in John’s hands, clay that he turned into the pot of his desire. She knows that at forty-five, she is still desirable to another man. She has the ability to sexually satisfy another man. She is the object of lust, and the subject of fiery passion. She has the power to instill a man with such sexual voracity, that he could fuck her twice in a very short space of time and cum like a fire hose both times. Even now, John is still so interested in her, that he can’t keep his hands from her body. 

Meg has experienced one of the most sexually satisfying afternoons of her life. However, she realizes that while John may have been an interesting erotic diversion, she loves her husband very much. The seeds of guilt are taking root in her mind. 

John releases her as her husband parks in the yard. Meg walks quickly to the car followed by John. She gets in the car and gives her husband a kiss.

“Well, how did it go?” Sam says smiling at his wife, “Did you finally learn to make a pot?

“Oh, yes,” Meg coyly answers, “I learned a lot.”

“I bet you did,” Sam grins. “You’re a fast learner.”

“Maybe next time you two come, I can show her how to glaze and fire a pot and make it come out looking real pretty,” John smiled. “I’ll have her pot ready when you come back. You should have a look at her pot, it’s a good one.”

“But, not today,” Meg said hastily, “my pot is all damp and looks ugly.”

“I think your pot looks just fine,” John laughs. “It is a great looking pot.”

“Well, until next time,” Sam tells John and drives off. Sam stops at the gate. It unlocks and he drives through. He closes the gate and gets back in the car. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes,” Meg slides over next to Sam and puts her arm around him. “But I think I’ve had enough of pot making for this day. I can think of something more interesting.” She unzips Sam’s fly and takes out his penis. Her gentle hands quickly gets him hard “What are you thinking about?” 

“Just you,” replies Sam. 

“Well, I’m right here,” she says just before her mouth closes around her husband’s cock. He tries to reach into her pants. She is out of reach. He grasps one of her tits, as she continues to suck on his dick. The guilt within Meg’s mind is continuing to grow. She feels that she needs to do something for her husband, to make up for her infidelity. She fights down her shame and concentrates on pleasing her man. 

While he is surprised, Sam does not suspect the reason behind his wife’s attentions. He is content. The miles pass and their home gets ever closer. Five miles from home Sam can no long hold himself back. With a stifled groan, Sam warns Meg that he is about to cum. Usually, she would remove her head and finish him by hand. This time she drinks deep from the essence of life, which spurts forth from his penis. 

They arrive home. Meg quickly gets out of the car and heads toward the house. Sam grabs her before she can go very far. He pulls her close to him. His mouth covers hers. She feels as if she is melting in his embrace. 

“You really surprised me in the car. That was the sexiest thing that you’ve done in a long time,” Sam’s voice is filled with emotion. “It reminded me of some of the things that you used to do when we were younger. I just want you to know, how very much I love you. You are the best wife any man could ever want.”

“I love you too,” Meg’s eyes fill with tears and she turns away. “You are my love. I have to get the potter’s dirt off me.” She rushes in the house.

By the time Sam gets in the house Meg is in the upstairs bathroom. She removes her clothes. Her mind fills with disgust as she sees the cum, which encrusts her panties. She rinses her panties out and wrings the moisture from them. She will make sure that they are disposed of where they will never be found. 

Meg turns on the shower and steps under the spraying water. She scrubs her body, in a desperate but vain attempt, to rid herself of the guilt, which now infects her every pore. Sam is the only man she has ever wanted. Now she has betrayed his love and devotion, because she could not control her own selfish lusts. John is an attractive man, but she knows that he is not a better lover than her husband. The sex seemed extraordinary, not because of John’s actions, but due to her perverse delight in doing something so terribly wrong. Meg cannot understand how things got so out of hand. She feels as if something must be mentally wrong with her. She scrubs harder between her legs, but she can still feel the artist’s taint lingering within her body. She gets out the shower and douches, but she still does not feel clean.

Meg dresses and goes downstairs. Her husband and the two boys are watching television. Seeing them sitting there causes a pang of disgrace to shoot through her heart. She thinks that she does not deserve such a wonderful family. 

She disposes of the wet panties and begins to fix dinner. With a sudden insight, she realizes that the routine task of preparing a meal is something special, because of the people for whom it is prepared.

The family sits around the table, but Meg is not hungry. She has tried to eat, but each time she has tried, the food seems to catch in her throat. Sam comments that she does not look well. She says that she is feeling sick. She rises from the table and tells her family that she is going up to bed. An hour passes. Her husband comes in the room and asks if she is feeling better. She tells him that she is going to take a hot bath and then try to go to sleep. 

She soaks in the bathtub doing her best to free her mind of the thoughts, which haunt it. Her mind reels under the awesome weight of the guilt that she feels. The joys, which she experienced earlier in the day, have now been replaced by remorse and anger. She is angry with herself for allowing her desires to overpower her better judgment. She is angry with John Noland for taking advantage of her weakness.

“What have I done?” she thinks as she lies in the bath water. “I’ve never done anything like that before, never even thought about doing something like it. Jane knew what I was going to do. She understood my mind better than I did. She knew I was going to make a play for John. She said that she’d help me, and I’ll bet that is why she wanted Sam to go with her.

“It’s just that John is so overwhelming, so very dynamic and sexy, and he made me feel so good. It’s like he made me forget everything; who I am, and what matters most to me in life. Yes, John is a great lover, but he’s not better than Sam, just different. He made me feel special for an instant, but Sam has made me special for over twenty years. How could I have forgotten that? What was wrong with me? Well, I cannot go back for more lessons. I don’t know if I have the strength to resist him. Why am I so weak?

“Sam, my dearest Sam, what have I done? There is no way that I can undo what I’ve done. I wish I could, but I can’t. I can only try and make it up to you. I will make it up to you. No more pottery lessons. I will make it up to you somehow.”

Meg has finished her bath; however, she is still feeling dirty as she puts on a new nightgown and gets into bed. She tries to rest, but her thoughts are dark and chaotic. She is determined to make a new start, a new beginning to her marriage, which may someday allow her to regain her self-respect. 

Sam comes to bed. Meg pretends that she is asleep. She knows if she looks at him she will begin to cry. She wishes that she could tell him about the day’s events and plead with him to forgive her. She is afraid that he would end up hating her. How could he not hate her? She hates herself.

Sam is asleep and the night is passing. Still no sleep comes to Meg. She tosses and turns, as she wracks her brain for a plan of how to make a new start. Suddenly, she lies flat on her back. Her eyes stare upward into the darkness of the bedroom. An idea comes into her mind. A seed of a plan rapidly takes root and grows into the need for action. She sits up and gets out of bed. Taking great care not to disturb her slumbering husband, Meg goes out of the room and downstairs. She knows that she must get something out of the closet, where her sons keep some of their things stored. She retrieves what she is after and makes her way to her “special room.”

Sam suddenly comes awake. For an instant he wonders what it is that has caused him to be suddenly pulled out from the depths of sleep. Then, he hears the sound. It is a terrible, loud, crashing noise from downstairs. He realizes what has roused him from his slumber. More crashes resound from the house below. Sam turns on the light. His eyes go wide in horror, as he sees Meg is not in the bed. He jumps from the bed and rushes out into the hall. The hall lights suddenly come on and he sees his sons hurrying toward him.

“What’s going on, Dad?” one of the boys asks. “It sounds like someone is tearing the house apart.”

“I don’t know,” Sam quickly tells them, and heads downstairs, “but your mother is not in the bedroom.”

The three run down the stairs. They can now tell that the sound is coming from Meg’s “special room.” They reach the door to the room. They cannot enter. They are locked out. From within the locked room, more harsh sounds shatter the night. Sam calls to his wife. There is no reply. Sam throws his shoulder against the door in an effort to break it down. The door resists his strength. His sons add their weight to the next effort. The door flies open. They stumble into the room.

All is quiet now, except for the sound of Meg crying. She sits in the middle of the floor surrounded by a room of broken art works. A baseball bat lies not far from where she sits. The three males look around the room, half expecting to catch sight of some intruder, but Meg is alone. Her face is covered with tears. She gasps for air between deep sobs. The two boys stand gazing with shocked eyes, at the destruction, which has taken place. Sam moves to where his wife sits and kneels down beside her.

“What’s going on?” Sam’s voice is little more than a whisper. As Meg throws her arms around him and hugs him fiercely, he asks, “What happened?”

“I am so sorry, Sam,” Meg pulls back a little from Sam. She motions for her sons to come to her. When they reach her, they kneel alongside of their father. Meg tries to hug them all at the same time. “I want you all to know, I am very sorry. I allowed myself to be distracted by pottery. I lost sight of the important things in life, and how much you all mean to me. I am so ashamed of my selfishness. I have gotten rid of it all. I don’t want to see another pot, vase, or anything that might ever distract me again. You boys mean so much to me, and Sam, you are my love and my life. I will never lose sight of what really matters to me ever again.”

“Wow!” says one of the boys, “Mom, when you do something, you sure do it in a big way!”

“Okay, boys,” Sam tells them, “you guys head up to bed and I’ll help your mother back upstairs. You guys can start helping me get this mess taken care of in the morning.”

“No!” Meg fiercely insists, “I made this mess and I’m going to clean it up. It is something I have to do.”

“We can talk about that more in the morning,” Sam says to her, as he helps her to her feet. “There is a fortune lying shattered here. I don’t know why you couldn’t have sold this stuff off, but what is done is done and can’t be undone. I know that you had to have some awfully strong feelings to do this, and I’m not going to question those feelings. Just do me one favor.”




To Make a Pot: Meg



“What?”

“Talk to me before you go and do something like this again.”

“Sam, I am never, ever, going to have to do this again. I am so lucky. I lost sight of the important things in life, but I’ve found them again and I’m never letting go!”



To Make You Feel My Love



She only had one night. One night that would have to last her a lifetime and she knew that the risk was worth it. He had agreed to meet her; but it was for just one night.

This one night would be the first and only time she would see and serve the man that she loved and adored; the man that owned her; mind, body, heart and soul. She knew that in the morning he would kiss her goodbye forever; but the she would have the one thing she dreamed of, the one thing that would get her through the rest of her life; she would have had that one precious night with her Master.

Bella had longed dreamed of being in the airport when he came back from Iraq. She dreamed of the day that he would be home safe and seeing the love of her life; the reason for her existence; and how her heart would explode with love as he walked down that runway. He was finally coming home, home to take what belonged to him, what he owned; her.

But much to her sadness; that moment was not to be hers, but someone else's. But tonight, he would meet her here at the bend of the Mississippi. She thought and fretted over every meticulous detail. Since this was her only chance and it would all be but a bittersweet memory after the sun rose; she wanted it to be in the location she loved as much as she did her Master. Everything had to be perfect; a snapshot in time to last forever.

She busied herself with the final preparations. Fruit, wine and cheese, black skirt, sheer white blouse, stockings and fuck-me shoes. Candles for light; candles for play, silk cords for the curtains; silk cords for her breast, she made sure that every detail was taken care. All of this was done out of love for him.

He had endured so much during his assignment overseas and she was so proud of him she thought her heart would burst. Continuing the relationship that they had begun took its toll on them both at times; especially training her at such a great distance. She was a tough one at times, and she is sure he pulled out most of his hair because of her. Stubborn and prideful; that was his bella, but submissive to the core when it came to him.

She checked everything one more time. It was now or never. She smoothed the hem of her much too short skirt, she was sure it didn't cover the lace tops of her stockings. Her black lace bra showed through the thin white material of her blouse. As she tried to gather herself she could feel the moisture forming between her legs and it wasn't because it was a hot New Orleans night even though it was. It was because of him. She reapplied the Mac Red lipstick, and looked through her long mascara covered lashes at the reflection in the mirror. This is where the rubber meets the road, she thought to herself.

She gathered her purse and headed out to meet him at the "Krazy Korner" bar. As she turned on St. Peter's from Royal, she swore by the rumbling inside her head and heart that Katrina was making an encore appearance just for her anticipation and private viewing pleasure. She clenched and unclenched her hands as she strode as quickly as she could past the entrance to Pat O's. The high black stilettos made this a difficult task in the broken and uneven sidewalk. 

Her breathing became more rapid as she neared the intersection and the bar. She still had ten minutes. Why did she leave so early? She was so nervous regarding her appearance and the apprehension that her Master would find something not to his liking.

She turned back and almost knocked over some revelers in the process. She needed a huge dose of courage; she moved as quickly as she could into the side entrance of Pat's. She went to the left bar as she knew it would be the least crowded of all of them. As she entered the fan caught the hem of her already too short skirt and blew it up to the delight of the three drunken conventioneers. She grabbed the hem and strode purposefully to the bar where the familiar bartender recognized her and poured a Hurricane for her before she could even order. She looked at him and said "Make it a double Todd". He was surprised at her boldness but even more surprised at the attire she wore. He could see her nipples through the sheer shirt and even sheerer lace bra. Her buds were growing both from the cool fan breeze and the attention she knew he afforded her. The moisture between her legs was almost dripping onto the leather barstool. With his best New Orleans drawl, he said "Cheri'; you look good enough to eat tonight." Shivers went down her spine and her head felt as though it would explode. She blushed from head to toe; half from the powerful drink; half from embarrassment. She also knew that this little scene would please her Master immensely. 

Before she could respond she looked up at the clock. "Oh shit!" she was afraid she would be late. It was almost 7:00. She threw a $10 bill on the bar and said she had to go. He called out to her, but she couldn't hear anything but the pounding of her heart.

She entered Krazy Korner at 7:00 on the dot. It was early but the crowd was already thick; she knew it would be, it was Friday night; a big sports weekend and it was a record weekend for conventions since Katrina. 

She looked everywhere for him; to the left to the right, front to back. Oh god she thought; I am too late. He changed his mind; he saw me and left; she had never felt so alone in such a large crowd. Her eyes misted over with tears and her shoulders fell. Her lip was quivering trying to fight back the tears and the sob that rose in her throat.

Then without warning, she calmed. She could sense him, she knew he was there behind her. He reached up around her waist and pulled her toward him. He chuckled as he felt her body shake. It was if they were totally alone. He buried his head in the sweet peach smelling mass of hair she had grown just for him. He had told her Master liked long hair and she being the subservient slave she was, she did her best to always follow her Masters commands. The peach scent permeated every pore of her body, he moved her hair to the side to slowly lick up her neck. She sighed and moaned all at the same time. She went to raise her left arm up to hold him around his neck, but he grabbed it with his left hand and spun it to her back. She automatically threw her breast out for him and stood looking straight ahead. He was in fact holding her in bondage right there in the middle of the dance floor with everyone watching and waiting for his next move. He never said a word but went straight to his work. He would test his slut in her familiar surroundings and appraise the outcome. He slowly moved a leg in between hers as if dancing. All the while, her skirt rode up her legs. She knew he was exposing her to the group of men. She blushed fiercely at his bold moves but did not dare pull away or complain. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that he would never hurt her and by damn no one else would either. She liked the last part.

They continued "their" dance to the delight of the crowd. She was trying to get into it too. She was literally riding his leg with her back to him. His chest muscles felt so good against her almost naked skin (sheer material doesn't count for much) His hands continued their wandering adventure, they slowly crawled up to the first button above the black skirt band and he quickly unbuttoned it without her knowledge, the proceeded to undo the next one, then the next. She was so engrossed with the fact that he was there; he was touching her; and by god, he was dancing with her.

The music had stopped long before they did. She still had yet to see her Master full-faced; she only had stolen side glances because of his stance during the little strip-tease dance in which Bella wasn't aware that she was the star attraction. People were clapping and offering them drinks. She turned to look up her Master to find out what the commotion was about. He laughed and pointed to her shirt. It was completely hanging open and her nipples were peaking out over the lace of her sexy bra. To add to her shame, her skirt was unzipped and just riding on the lowest part of hips.

Her Master grabbed her chin in his hand and shot her a look making her understand that she was not to try and cover up now; he instead raised his eyebrow and motioned toward the door.

Before they moved from the spot, he re-zipped her skirt, but chose to let the blouse ride open. They left the bar hand in hand. His over top of hers as it should be. She slowed for a moment and he was almost dragging her toward the A & P. She stopped still holding on and looked up at the most handsome man alive. He was beautiful in her eyes.

She lowered her gaze and said "Welcome home Master". She reached up and kissed him on the cheek not daring yet to touch his lips. He smiled down and nodded but didn't say a word. She knew that he wanted her to take him "home" for the night.

She turned pulling him in the direction of the house she had borrowed from a couple she knew in the lifestyle for the night. 

Original gas lights flickered and lit the entrance to the row house. As they entered through the original impressive door complete with skeleton key, the richly appointed living room greeted them. She had been to the market before his arrival, and fresh fruit, breads, cheeses and sausage waited in the kitchen to feed the hunger. 

Ferns and flowers overflowed the second story wrought iron balcony that opened to the bedroom rich with red satins embroidered with fine gold threads. There was a strong breeze blowing in from the river tonight accompanied by a sweet smell of confederate jasmine in the air. The sounds from nearby Bourbon Street filled the space with feeling of excitement and pleasure; mystic and intrigue.

Every fiber of her being was alive. The combination of jasmine, his masculine scent and his closeness was intoxicating. She had never been so nervous in all her life.

He had trained her to be his and she knew her role. Oh god that word, "role". If this was an act in a play; this was their opening and closing night. Her heart pounded in her ears and her stomach knotted. She closed her eyes and tried to regain her senses when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

He knew her well. He was trying to settle her, to focus her. He needed her in her subservient role for him tonight. He owned her for the night; she belonged to him and he would settle for no less than the slut he trained. She was shaking. 

He moved his hand from her shoulder, up her neck to softly brush her face, then to run his fingers in her hair. He again smiled at the length she had grown it for him. He moved in closer behind her, sighed and buried his face in her neck. He whispered his first words to her of the night "Bella" and firmly pulled her closer to him by her hair. 

His hands roamed and groped freely over her shaking form. She felt an electrical shock with each touch. He cupped his hand over his cunt forcing her up off the ground standing on her toes. His words were husky and stern; "You are mine". She melted against him.

He spun her around in one swift movement, never releasing her hair and ground his mouth on hers, raping it with his tongue; she submitted willing; her hunger taking all that he had to give. She was trembling and floating all at the same time.

He wanted her; he wanted her to feel his love and lust. He wanted her right then and right there. But he wanted to control the situation and not give way to wanton passion. He growled as he ripped at her clothing. "Slut, you know the rules, you are not to be clothed when alone with me." She shuttered and stood back to finish undoing the black skirt that she had been instructed to wear. It fell to the floor. She stepped out and gathered it to fold it and lay it on the table. Next she removed was what was left of her white sheer shirt. The buttons that were left were scattered on the floor from his forceful grasp. First one shoulder than the other came off. It was also folded and added to the pile. 

Her eyes glued to the floor, she let fall first one strap of the lacey black bra then the other. He stopped her before she finished. He wanted her to present herself to him clad only in her lace bra, matching garter belt and thong, the silk seamed stockings that encased her legs and those killer black stiletto heels. She entwined her fingers behind her head and slowly raised it to look straight ahead daring not to blink. She slowly turned for her Master's inspection of his property. She was afraid to breathe for fear of disappointing him.

As she turned her back to him, she felt the first of many smacks to her ass. A gasp escaped her lips as the pain shot straight to pleasure in her pussy. She could feel the moisture forming between her legs. Her body betraying her will.

He smiled as he saw her face admonish herself and that willful pride fight with her submissive core. He bent her over making her grab her ankles. Taking out his pocket knife, he cut the thong off from her body. He ran his hand between her legs lingering over her clit. He paused long enough to elicit a small groan from her. At that he inserted one, then two fingers into her wet cunt, slowly pulling them in and out. Without warning he inserted one of his juice covered fingers into her ass causing her to jump out of position. He reared back and let his free hand swiftly find her ass cheek. She yelped and quickly knew of her infraction, again rewrapping her ankles with her shaking hands. He marveled at the sight of his handprint on her bottom and the fact that she immediately went back into position for more of the same.

He was pleased with her even if he would not share that information. By the looks of everything and her attention to detail, he knew that he truly owned her soul. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her how he felt, the he was proud of her, that he did in fact love her, but he couldn't, not yet.

He continued fucking her ass and her cunt with his fingers. She moaned softly "Master, Master." He wanted to take her right there and fuck her hard. He abruptly stopped, and said "Bella, are you mine?" She answered softly, "Yes Master". He said "I think my love; it is time we go to the room." She beamed. She felt the tears caress her face. She truly loved this man with all she is. The next tears fell for the realization that they only had this one night.

She turned knelling in front of him. She asked if he would like to take the food tray to the room. He answered yes and she asked permission to retrieve it and take it up the stairs. Permission granted, she slowly stood and walked over to the table. She purposely bent forward giving him a clear view of her ass and the juices he brought forward glistening on her legs.

She took the tray, nodded with eyes downcast, and preceded up the sweeping staircase to the second floor Master Suite. Her Master following close behind but not too close that he couldn't see her ass sway as she climbed the stairs.

She came to the large double doors and opened them in one swift motion revealing the grand den for their love making and play. His eyes grew wide and he couldn't control the surprise on is face. She smiled as he surveyed the room. In one corner of the room, a mahogany St. Andrews cross to match the massive four-poster bed with ironed, cotton sheets laid waiting for them. Gold silk cords held back the rich satin bed curtains inviting them in to explore and share their dreams. 

Next to the leather spanking bench on the other side of the room sat a large Bombay chest filled with toys for her Master's enjoyment. On top of the chest a silver tray filled with candles of various shapes, sizes and colors along with a bottle of Jack. 

On the back of the massive closet door waited floggers, crops and whips, all for the Master's choosing and enjoyment.

Between the sheer covered balcony doors sits a shelf with the finest of oils and lubes. In the center of the room a fine oriental rug of deep greens, blues, gold and reds. Concealed in the tray ceiling, a hoist chain awaits the Master's slave.

The large bathroom has a crystal chandelier over the massive, jetted tub which sits in the middle of the floor. Candles, shower gels and oils adorn the steps to the tub. The glass shower is oversized with at least ten spray heads. Both her and her Master can shower with enough room for her to bath him and tend to his needs. A satin covered chaise is in one corner; a silver champagne server sits at its side with a bottle of the finest wine chilling. 

She stands at the door and waits for her Master to enter. She follows him in and sets the food tray on the table next to the massive red velvet chair that looks like his throne. She prepares the Jack and Soda and walks over to him. Beside the chair on the floor sits a large satin cushion. 

She waits for his approval. She nods and walks over to the bed. Waiting there is a long sterling tray. Her collar is centered on it and on either side, her cuffs are placed. She hesitates for a moment, touching and gazing lovingly at the collar and realizing how much it means to her. If any symbol could depict her love and devotion to this man; this was it. Her eyes mist over as the thoughts of the months they spent together come flashing across her mind. Her memories are broken by the sound of her Master's low powerful voice, "Bella, come to me."

Carefully she steadies herself, picking up the tray and hoping he will not notice the tears that have again filled her eyes. She walks over and kneels on the pillow before him. With her head lowered, she offers up her collar and cuffs. Seconds seem like hours as he studies her and the tray. She is desperately trying to control the trembling of her lips and her body. He takes the collar from the tray and holds it up carefully studying both her and it. One eyebrow is raised and a glare is forming on his face. He thinks of times she fought him; the times she tried to run; the times she fought herself.

She is dying inside. This is the defining moment. He hasn't put the collar on her as she expected. He does not look pleased. She swallows hard and the tears flow freely now from her eyes. She doesn't break her position but knows she has lost her chance. He lets her run with her thoughts for a moment before he speaks. "Bella" her head snaps up to look straight ahead. You grab her chin in your strong hand. "You broke another rule" as you pull her chin forward. Startled, she looks are you directly in the eye confused. "Master?" she squeaks out. "That is two and we haven't even started" You calmly say. "First the clothing; now the second." "Both of which you will be punished for." "You are always to wear my collar in my presence." "That collar is worn out of your devotion and respect to me and in my ownership of you." "You displease me slut." She falls to place her head on your feet. She sobs openly and begs for your forgiveness. 

As she is begging at your feet, she is sobbing uncontrollably now and her heart is breaking. She says to herself, "Oh God, what have I done?" I didn't know if he would want to put my collar on me or have me already wearing it. Oh God please, if he will forgive me and not leave me now, I will do whatever it takes to please my Master. I will surely die if he walks out on me right now."

Your heart is straining. You don't want things to be happening this way. You lean up in your chair; reach for her hair to slowly raise her up to you. You don't say a word and pull her hair up out of the way. Her tearstained face looks up at you slowly. You nod your head and she reaches up to hold her hair for you. You take the collar and place it around her neck locking it into place. You feel the tension in her shoulders release, and the reprieve wash over her when she hears the small padlock click. You grab the collar by the ring and pull her to you. You kiss her with such passion her knees buckle under her. This woman does belong to you. You own her, even if for one night.




To Market, To Market



The wife isn't home tonight. Guess I'll stop by the market and pick up a frozen pizza. 

I pull into the parking lot just in time to see a sexy brunette heading for the main entrance of the market. She has a short, tight black skirt on that barely covers her ample ass, black stockings that hug shapely legs, a tight sweater and 6" heels that scream, "Fuck Me". I sit in the car and just watch as she sashays into the store. I usually hate shopping, but tonight I'm feeling motivated.

I shut the car off and head for the store, trying to see which way my little tart went. She's nowhere in sight. How could she have disappeared so quickly? The place isn't all that big. I head down the first aisle, looking both directions, but not seeing her anywhere. Making my way to the back of the store, I turn the corner and see her three aisles down, disappearing around the corner. I try to look non-chalant as I walk a little faster in her direction, browsing here and there, keeping my eye on where I saw her last. Turning the corner, I spot her half way down the aisle, checking the oil products. She picks up a large container of vegetable oil and puts it in her cart, then looks around and sees me, but doesn't acknowledge me. I've been looking over the baking products, trying not to be obvious.

She heads up the aisle toward me, and notices me looking at her. I give her a quick smile, then go back to the baking goods. She strolls by, slowing down as she passes me, and gives her ass a little extra wiggle for my benefit. Reaching the end of the aisle, she starts to turn the corner, then stops, looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me before passing out of sight again. I head after her, still trying to believe that I'm here to shop, or at least look like I am. Her ass is moving in full swing when I reach the end of the aisle, taunting. I head in her direction.

A few feet down, she stops in front of the dairy section, looking back and forth till she finds what she needs....down low and in the back. I approach slowly, watching her bend over, put that fine ass in the air and lean into the dairy display. Her tits are pressed hard against the front edge of the display, shifting from one side to the other as she reaches in and finds the milk with the freshest date. I'm standing about 4 feet away now, getting a container of OJ, glancing at her and trying not to get an erection right there on the spot. Still bent over the display, she looks straight at me, smiles and rolls her ass so that I can see her panties under those sheer stockings. Her tits pop over the front edge of the display and hang there in the cooler, looking like two luscious pieces of fruit ready to be picked and gobbled up.

This is too much! This hot piece of ass is practically BEGGING me to fuck her! I look around and see a doorway covered in plastic sheets that leads to the storage area. Grabbing her by the arm I pull her back into the storage area. It's dark and cold, but my blood is hot. In a matter of seconds my eyes adjust to the darkness and see a pile of crates stacked up in the back corner, to the side of the main room behind a bin of cucumbers. I pull my little fuck-slut over and push her against the pile of crates. She goes along happily, giving me a sexy smile that gets my hormones jumping. Kissing her hard on the mouth, I grab her ass and pull her hips into me, grinding for all I'm worth. She moans and grabs my ass back. I tear at her shirt, popping buttons and ripping fabric, till her shoulders are bare and her gorgeous melons are staring at me from within their holster. I squeeze them together, forcing them out of their cups till the nipples are just visible. I grab one and pull it fully out, then suck hard on the nipple. She moans again louder, so I bite gently. Another moan, and she forces her tit into my mouth. I bite down on the nipple hard while squeezing her tit and she almost screams. The noise scares us momentarily. We stop and listen to make sure no one is coming. 

Voices approach on the other side of the plastic sheets. Dread runs over me at the thought of getting caught. But eventually the voices pass, and my hot little tart isn't interested in quitting now. She grabs my crotch and squeezes hard, almost too hard. I jump a little, and she eases up. She deftly works my pants loose and pulls out my stiff rod. Dropping to her knees, she licks the head, then down the shaft and back up the other side. I grab her hair and pull her down hard onto me. Her throat is hot and wet as I slide in to the hilt. She chokes and starts to cough, so I let her come up for air. But as soon as I'm out of her, she grabs my ass and pulls me right back in to the hilt again. I get a good grip on her hair and begin to fuck her mouth. Slowly at first, then picking up speed till I'm ramming it into her, and she's taking it like a pro.

I begin to think about that fine ass down there on the floor going unattended, and decide it's time for a little switch up. Holding her hair firmly, I pull her head off my cock, and pull her to her feet, spinning her around to face the crates. She does a spread eagle, pushing that fine ass out and up, giving me full access. I grab her nylons at the crotch and give a firm pull, tearing the fabric, exposing her firm, hot flesh. Pulling her panties aside, I sink a finger into her love hole. She's dripping wet, and pushes back into my hand as I begin to finger-fuck her. Two fingers, then three and four slide up into her clutching snatch, stirring her juices, causing her to whisper to me to fuck her hard. I pull my hand away, and replace it with my cock. One push and I'm all the way in. I let it sit there a moment, taking in the feeling. She begins to grind her pussy into my turgid unit, sighing and moaning. I respond by humping, slowly at first, then getting my stride. I grab her by the tits and pull down hard against my groin. She rolls her ass up and pushes into me, getting the full length of me.

Again we hear voices approaching. We stop what we are doing and wait till they pass. But instead, the plastic sheets push open, and two stocking guys enter. They are talking about their girlfriends, and how they both got laid last night. They don't notice us as they head back to the dock area for a smoke. The fear subsides a little, as I get used to the new circumstances. Slowly, I begin to pump into my lovers pussy, just enough to feel the movement. Her hand comes up and strokes my face, indicating that this works for her. We keep up this slow, steady pace until our company heads back out onto the floor. Then with a sigh of relief, I give her a big hug and gently grab her breasts. She puts her hands over mine and squeezes hard. I can feel her nipples getting harder and larger with all the excitement. Before long, we are back to banging hard, my dick coming out till just the tip is touching her outer lips, then driving all the way in deep. She begins to moan softly, then louder and louder. Her ass pushes back faster and faster as she gets more turned on. I begin to feel spasms inside her slick walls. Her breath gets short an uneven as the first wave of orgasm begins to roll through her body. Soon her pussy is flexing and juices are practically spurting out of her. 

After several minutes, she settles down and begins to breathe normally again. I slide out of her, still hard and very excited, but needing a break. Looking around, I see the open bin of cucumbers and get an idea. I walk over and search through the bin for just the right shape; longish, somewhat slender and with lots of bumps. I pick it up and look it over, making sure she sees what I have in mind. She smiles and winks at me, as she fingers her juiced up pussy lips. I bring my new friend over and introduce her. She grabs hold of it with both hands and sucks the end, looking at me with eyes that smolder. I couldn't dream of a hotter piece of ass! 

She guides my hand to her crotch, where my fingers slip around on her juiced up skin. She pushes my hand out toward her knee, supporting her leg and exposing her pussy. As I reach her knee, she directs our newfound friend down between her tits and rubs it as if it were a cock, checking my eyes to make sure she's having the desired effect on me. She brings it back up to her puckering lips and gently pushes into her mouth. Further, a little further, then a little further still. This vegetable, which started out at 12" in length is down to just enough to hang on to. This girl is incredible! She pulls the bumpy cuke slowly out, letting her lips pull with the bumps, leaving the surface slippery with her saliva. Pulling her panties far up to the side, she guides this piece of vegetable up into her cunt, a little at a time, enjoying the bumps as they rub up against her clit. My eyes are glued, and she loves me watching her do herself. With the cuke pretty far up inside her, I let her leg go, and turn her around again to face the crates. 

I rub my cock up and down her ass crack, enjoying the feel of those firm, flexing globes. She relaxes, then tightens her cheeks, letting me drop in, then trapping me there. Moving inside her butt, I can feel the tip of my cock rub against her pucker. She relaxes her buns allowing me to fall away, and rolls her hips back, giving me full access. I grab hold of my manhood and guide the tip to her sweet little ass hole. She is tight, but pliable, as I push gently into her. She looks back at me with a hungry look. A little more force, and I sink in another inch, then pull out slowly and rub up inside her ass crack gathering lubricant. She is so juiced up that there is no problem getting inside her. I go in again, this time pushing a little further. She begins to rock, rotating her hips, forcing me to go in at a different angle, pushing me against her inner walls. All of a sudden, I feel something move inside. I open my eyes, and see that she is supporting herself with one hand, and working the cuke with the other. I can feel the bumps moving around inside her. It's incredible! Like her pussy has come alive and is massaging me from inside. We begin moving together as in a dance, her ass pushing into me, fucking herself in front, and me fucking her from behind, slowly at first with long strokes, then faster and faster. She begins moaning long and low. Between the squishing sound of the big green toy going in and out of her sopping hole and those low guttural moans, my balls begin to tighten. I can feel the hot fluid rising up in my cock. Her breath becomes short and uneven, and I can feel her spasming again for the second time in under an hour. She lets out a cry, not quite a scream, as her orgasm overtakes her. Taking my cue, I bury myself deep into her ass, filling her anal canal with hot jism. With every pump, another shot blasts out of my raging dick. The spasms continue, even after my load is gone.

Eventually, I fall against her, stroking her back and neck, realizing her shredded blouse is soaked in our sweat. She reaches back and pulls my head gently into her shoulder. Her natural scent, mixed with the smell of sex is intoxicating. I begin getting hard again inside this beauty's ass, thinking I could go another round.

Just then, we hear voices again. Thinking they may pass by, we wait. But instead, the plastic sheets begin to open, and in come the two stock guys who came through before. We duck down and wait till they are out on the dock, then try to pull our clothes back on. I remove my jacket and wrap her shoulders, covering up her torn blouse. We sneak out of the warehouse, through the plastic sheets and out into the store. Browsing the shelves we try to look like we are there on a typical shopping run. We make our way to the front of the store, through the entrance and out into the parking lot. The laughter bursts out of us as soon as we are outside. The thought of what we just did is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I consider inviting this luscious young woman back to my place, but an image of my wife and kids creeps up on me. A feeling of guilt comes along with the image. I hug her tight, and kiss her deep and long...our last kiss.



To Meet or Not to Meet



After several months of chatting and getting to know each other, exchanging of pictures, playing online which got really intense, then phones call which even got sexual, the mind and hormones are pretty intense for both of us to meet. 

I take extra care at dressing, wanting to excite you when you first see me. All day long I am getting ready, my anticipation and excitement building, in fact several times through the day, just thinking about things we have talked about or recalling how you sounded, the moisture between my legs made me want to relieve the anticipation. I restrained myself wanting to stay on the high that I felt. I check the time and know I only have an hour before I have to pick you up at the airport. I finally put my clothes on. I wear a black short skirt, a light tan colored pullover top that is low cut. I have on a black lacy bra and matching bikini panties, black thigh highs and high heels that match my shirt. I spray myself with perfume lightly; it’s called Poison. 

I get to the airport and when I see you, a big smile comes across my face and my eyes dance with excitement. You walk up to me smiling and I can see the same excitement in your eyes, and I know if we were alone, our hands would be all over each other at that very moment. We exchange greetings, smiling at each other and embrace, the first touch is like a jolt and we both look at each other knowing we need to leave quickly. 

We put your bag in my trunk and get in my car and as I start engine but before I pull off, your arms go around me pulling me into a deep intense heated kiss. My arms instantly wrap around your neck, my heart is beating rapidly, and I feel butterflies in my belly. My entire body is saying “I want you now!” After the kiss finally breaks, both of us our breathless.

“So are you hungry?” I ask with a teasing grin on my face, as I am pulling away and driving to restaurant.

“Very hungry. And you?” You reply and your hand is at my knee slowly working it’s way up. You have the look of intense desire on your face and you can feel my leg tremble as you slowly caress lightly up my leg.  

“Getting hungrier all the time.” I say in a sensual tone, my legs spread slightly.  

“And what’s on the menu for dinner?” You ask softly, your hand is now caressing my inner thigh and I am fidgeting in my seat as I drive. I can already feel the moisture on my panties and my hips slowly begin to rock trying to urge your hand up. 

“I’m not really sure, but I definitely know what dessert will be.” I reply with a teasing grin, my eyes bright as I look directly into yours and then to the bulge in your pants. 

“I think I would prefer dessert before dinner.” You say and then I feel you slip your hand beneath my skirt and caress across the top of my panties. I cannot help but move against your hand and let out a soft moan, your touch is almost electrifying. 

“I do believe dessert might be best first.” I say continuing to go back and forth looking at where I am going and at you. My one hand leaves the steering wheel to rub across the tent in your pants, and you gasp slightly moving your hips forward to press against my hand. I grasp your erection through your pants and squeeze slightly, then rub more. I am now pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant that I have driven too. 

“Darlin, you have made it very difficult for me to walk in there.” You say in a low tone, your desire obvious. I park the car at the same time I feel your hand slip inside my panties and your finger rub up and down my slit. You can feel how wet I am and a moan escapes me, my head goes back slightly, at the same time my hips press against your hand. My hand grasps your cock more firmly, rubbing, and I can feel you trembling as you lean close to me. 

“We better stop so we can go inside.” I say, but my voice is only a whisper without conviction. My hand is stroking you even more firmly and I know I want to feel you inside me very soon. 

“Yes we better.” You reply, now leaning over where I feel your breath on my neck and earlobe and then you are kissing my neck. With a quick movement, you thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy and my body instantly contracts and I cry out. My body shakes, my hand on your cock grasps tightly. With several quick thrusts, my entire body is trembling with orgasm, my other hand is gripping tightly to the steering wheel, my head is thrown back and my hips are arching and rocking against your fingers. 

“Oh fuck!!!!!!!!!” I moan, my orgasm intense, my pussy clamping down around your fingers.  When you finally stop and I start to calm down I glance at you and see the smile on your face.

“I guess we could skip appetizers now.” You say grinning. Your lips meet mine; again our kiss is intense. We then get out of the car and head for the restaurant.

We are walking arm in arm as we are guided to our booth, which we sit across from each other. The waiter then asks for our drink order and leaves to let us look over the menu. We talk as we look over the menu, glancing and smiling at each other throughout. Our conversation continues to keep a sexual undertone of flirting and teasing. 

“Still hungry?” I ask with a teasing grin. I cannot help but slip off my heel and run my foot up your pant leg. My foot then goes further up and rubs across the crotch of your pants. I can feel your semi hard cock growing as I continue to rub there. 

“Yes I am even more so.” You say raising your eyebrows to look at me above the menu. There is a devilish look in your eyes. “And we need to take care of that before I can eat dinner.”

“Yes, I think we do.” I say, understanding the underlying meaning of your words. The waiter returns with our drinks and takes our food order. When he leaves, with a naughty grin on my face, I let you know that I have to use the restroom and then I leave the table.  

The restrooms are down a hallway at the back of the restaurant and I wait for you outside them, which only takes a minute for you to appear. You glance into the men’s bathroom and notice it is similar to those in homes, not with stalls, just one room with sink and toilet.

“How convenient.” You say grabbing my hand pulling me in with you and then lock the door. You immediately push me against the wall, your lips crush against mine, and my arms go around your neck.

“Oh God how I want you right now!” I whisper, kissing you while my hands reach down and unzip your pants, releasing your cock from them. One of your hands is caressing and squeezing my breast, you can feel my nipple hardening with your touch. Your other hand has slipped inside my panties, your hand rubbing against my pussy and your fingers slipping inside my moisture.

“I need to fuck you now, darlin. I can’t wait any longer.” You say in a low aroused tone. You quickly spin me around, my hands go against the wall and I feel your hands pulling down my panties to my knees. You can tell how excited I am by the sound of my breathing and the soft humming noises of pleasure I am making. I am leaning over some and my back is arched, my legs spread with anticipation.  I feel you rub your cock up and down my slit just once and then press it into my entrance. 

“Yes, yes, fuck me now.” I cry out softly as I feel your hands grip my hips and at the same time you pull me back I feel your cock thrust hard into me. You continue with steady thrusts, fast, hard and deep, my hips press against yours meeting your thrusts. Both of us our breathing hard, humming with pleasure and I can feel your cock swell inside me, my pussy vibrating around it trying to hold it in.

“Oh Fuck!!!!” You say, thrusting hard, then your body jerks, I feel you shooting your seed inside me and I’m moaning with pleasure, my pussy gripping you as it spasms around your cock. It seems like a lifetime as we both explode in pleasure and as we begin to calm, your arms go around me, squeezing my breasts and your body is pressed against mine. 

“Damn, you are good!” I whisper. My arms reach behind and around your neck. I turn and our lips meet again passionately. We let go of each other and you slip my panties off all the way and grin at me as you slip them inside your pocket. I shake my head giggling softly as you do that. We then straighten up and I leave the restroom first and go back to the table where I find our food is just arriving.  

“Mmmm, now I’m suddenly starving.” You say with a smile as you return to the table.  

“Me too and after what just happened, we better eat. I have a feeling we are going to need the energy.” I say smiling at you.

We laugh and talk through dinner, sharing with each other things about our life and what we enjoy. We continually are glancing between each other; our eyes give away to what our thoughts may be. As we finish our dinner, I can already feel the anticipation and sexual tension in the air at what the evening may have in store for us. We leave the restaurant, arm in arm, laughing and teasing like kids, both of us more relaxed and obviously enjoying being with each other.  

“Do you know how much I’m looking forward to getting you out of those clothes and seeing what you look like naked?” You ask me as we drive to your hotel suite. Your hand softly grazes across my knee and rests high on my thigh, once in awhile your finger brushes teasingly against my bare pussy sending shivers up my spine. Each time I look at you I see that you are grinning wickedly.

“Uhmmmm, and do you know how horny you are making me right now, just thinking about it.” I say, squirming in my seat as you again tease my naked moist pussy with your finger. 

Your hotel is close by and I now pull up and park the car. We grab your bag and the one that I have brought with and we walk inside. You check in and then we are alone in the elevator going up to your room. You pull me tightly to you and we are kissing, long, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. The kiss is wet and passionate. I can feel your erection beneath your pants as I rub against you. Your hands then move to cup the cheeks of my ass, pressing me to you making me rub myself against you even more. We are completely emerged in our passion for each other when the elevator door opens and are unaware of it until we hear an excuse me cough. Looking up, we see a couple that are waiting for us to either stop or get off the elevator. We both smile and quickly exit, but giggle with each other as we make our way to your room.

Your room is large, with a king size bed, several chairs and tables, and also a well stocked bar. The bathroom is huge also as it is needed for the very large Jacuzzi that is in it that you had requested. We look around, both pleased at the room and then you walk up to me. You brush your lips across mine softly this time and then we are gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Slowly this time?” You ask softly but it is mostly meant as a statement. Your lips then kiss along my neck softly and I hear you breathing in the scent of my perfume. You exhale deeply and I can tell you are becoming more and more aroused. 

“Yes, very.” I reply, running my fingers gently through your hair. My fingers tremble and I am very aware of how nice your hair feels and how good you smell.

“I love how I can feel your nipples hard through your shirt.” You whisper in my ear and my body is trembling as I feel your fingers circling around and over my nipples through my shirt. My excitement is growing by the second. 

“And you’re making them harder by the second.” I whisper now leaning closer to you, kissing along your neck and then ear. My hands have now moved down to rub across your shoulders and back, my fingers lightly caress up and down your back. I feel your fingers at the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up, letting your fingers brush against my skin as you do so. A soft moan escapes me as you lift the shirt above my breasts, your fingers caressing the tops of them ever so lightly. 

“How nice, and so much better than in your picture.” You say softly and finishing taking my shirt off. Your fingertips caress lightly across my back and I again gasp as I feel your warm moist tongue lick across the material of my bra before licking the bare skin showing above the bra. Your tongue slowly goes back and forth and then dips softly between the valley of my breasts, pushing the bra down slightly as you do so.

“Mmmmm.” I murmur softly, again my hands comb through your hair. My nipples are tingling with excitement at your touch. Your lips and tongue continue to kiss the tops of my breasts, moving up to my neck and my shoulders. I feel your hands slipping the straps of my bra off my arms and then reaching behind me, you unclasp my bra then remove it letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh yes, so nice.” You say softly as I watch you gaze upon my breasts. You reach your hands up and begin to caress them ever so lightly, flicking your fingers occasionally across my nipples and I squirm and tremble with every touch. My hands go to your shirt and I unbutton it and then I push it off your shoulders. I caress up and down your chest, first with just my fingernails very lightly and then with open hands and a firmer touch.

“You feel wonderful.” I whisper enjoying the feel of your naked chest on my hands. You then embrace me and we are kissing, the feeling of our naked chests against each other is warm, exciting, and our kiss grows more urgent. 

Your lips then begin traveling down my neck to my breasts; your tongue licks across each nipple until I feel you gently sucking one into your mouth. My back arches and I gasp as I feel a jolt of excitement rush through me making my hands grasp at your shoulders. Your mouth and tongue begin driving me crazy as you suck, lick and gently nibble each nipple. My breath has grown ragged, my heart is racing and I feel a warm flush going through my entire body. 

You continue teasing and pleasurably tormenting my nipples making them extremely hard and sensitive at the same time you stoop down so that you are kneeling and I feel your hands caressing my ass. I’m squirming under your touch and my pussy is wet and throbbing with excitement. I look down at you and see the look of desire on your face along with the bulge in your pants. I feel you slowly pulling the zipper down on the back of my skirt and then your fingers slip inside the sides slowly pulling it down. Once it’s off you lean back on your heals to gaze again at what I look like while I stand there now in just my thigh high stockings and heels.

“Darlin I could look at you like this all day, that is if I had too. But since I don’t, I’d much rather see more and be doing more.” You say with a teasing grin on your face as you look up at me. You see the blush come across my face as I feel slightly embarrassed, yet excited by your gaze and your words. My hands instinctively go to cover my breasts and pussy but you take my hands gently pulling them away. No words are needed the look on your face lets me know that it is okay to be uncovered and that you like what you see. You then softly rub your face across my clean shaven pussy, breathing in the scent and another shiver goes through my body. I feel your tongue quickly flick out and lick my slit up and down just once before you stand and embrace me again. Your lips meet mine, your one hand cupping my breast the other cupping the cheeks of my ass. My body presses against you and it is very obvious how much I want you by my movements against your body. “Slow.” You whisper.

“I don’t know how much longer I can….” I say and your lips interrupt me with another passionate kiss. You take my hand and bring it down to the bulge in your pants and I eagerly grasp you, rubbing your cock through your pants. 

“Slow.” Again you whisper, your hand on mine as I stroke you, your hand making sure I go slow. I then unzip your pants slowly and my hands go to your sides and I draw your pants and briefs down at the same time I am slipping down to kneel in front of you now. Once having your pants off, I gaze with a longing at your hard cock staring me in the face. My tongue flicks out, licking the tip, circling it hearing your gasp I smile. My hands then caress your legs, moving up and my mouth goes around your cock sucking you in, tasting you and I moan softly. My hands cup your balls, then stroking as my mouth begins to suck and lick your cock bringing it deeper into my mouth. Your hands go to my head and you are pressing me too you as your hips thrust against me. I can feel you drawing closer and then you stop, pulling me up to you and your lips are on mine.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that.” I whisper, my hand grasping your cock and stroking.

“Good, I hope to do that a lot more.” You say softly and then move my hand from you as you back away from me. I watch your naked body move as you go to the bar and make each of us a drink. 

You hand me my drink and then take my hand leading me to the bathroom. After placing your glass down on the ledge along the Jacuzzi, you begin to fill it with water adding the scented fragrance that was there. You then sink into the water and with your hand stretched out to me, I step in, set my drink down and sink in the water opposite you.

The water feels heavenly with the jets and we sit talking, laughing and relaxing as we sip on our drinks. We both see and feel the sexual tension that is in the air and soon you are pulling me to you with our lips meeting, our tongues exploring deep within the crevices of each other’s mouth. Your one hand caress’s down my neck and to my breasts, gasping and pummeling each, soft moans escape me. My hand reaches down between your legs to stroke your semi hard cock, making it come to life beneath my touch.

I then reach over for the wash cloth and begin running it over your neck, down your back and then you lean back, your hands resting on the sides of the Jacuzzi enjoying how I am making you feel. I move rubbing up and down your arms and fingers, then to your chest, especially taking my time across your nipples, feeling and watching them harden as I tease them with the cloth. Your eyes are closed, but I can tell by your breathing and the fact that the tip of your cock is poking above the water that you are enjoying the feelings I am stirring in you.

Shortly, you sit up, and take my arms, pulling me up so that I am kneeling between your legs, my pussy just barely above the water. You then take the cloth from me and begin to caress my neck, shoulders and breasts with it. My head goes back and I arch my back, my breasts thrust out as if offering themselves to you. You take your time, slowly teasing and taunting them with the cloth until they are hard, sensitive and tingling. Pleased with the reactions you are getting with what you are doing to my nipples, you slowly begin to move the cloth across and down my belly. When I feel you rub it across the top of my pussy and up and down my slit, I let out a soft gasp. 

“Open your legs some for me.” You say softly and my knees part, now feeling you running the cloth slowly up and down the inside of my thighs, dipping in and out of the water as you do. My hands now are gripping your shoulders, partly for leverage and partly because my body is trembling from your touch. You continue with the cloth, moving it closer and closer to my anxiously awaiting pussy, teasing me wickedly and driving me crazy. Finally I feel you rubbing my slit and pressing in between the folds of my extremely wet sex and I moan out loudly, thrusting my hips out to press against your hand. Your other hand has gone to grip the cheeks of my ass as you push me even further towards you. 

“Oh God!” I cry out, as you continue caressing and stroking my pussy, now and then your finger flicking across my hard clit. My passion is building and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. As soon as you see this, you stop and I look at you to see your teasing grin. I draw a deep breath, not wanting you to stop as I am so close.




To Meet or Not to Meet



“Turn around, I need to do your back now.” You say, your look that of still teasing me and I know you are purposely taking your time in teasing me to build my passion even stronger.  I turn around so that my back is to you, my hands are pressed against the wall in front of me and you begin again with the cloth on my shoulders and slowly rubbing down my back, then across the cheeks of my ass. I tremble in excitement and I hear you chuckle softly. I then feel your hands on my legs, spreading them slightly and again you run the cloth on my inner thighs slowly moving up and teasing me. A moan escapes me as I feel the cloth run between the cheeks of my ass very slowly and my pussy is quivering again in anticipation.

“Lean over more.” You whisper softly as your hand takes the cloth and rubs up and down between the cheeks of my ass to my pussy. I bend over more with my knees opening and you continue with the cloth rubbing, teasing me until I can hardly stand it. My breathing is ragged, I’m moaning softly and arching my back so that my ass is thrust out to you. I suddenly feel you slip a finger inside my dripping pussy and I moan louder while you slowly begin to move it in and out. Then you’re thrusting two fingers in, deeper driving me closer and closer to the edge and I feel the pressure of your pinky finger pressing against my extremely sensitive puckered opening.

“Oh yes, yes!” I cry out now from all the intense feelings, my body is trembling and my hips rocking to thrust against your fingers. I am again ready to peak and once again you stop, this time I let out an extremely frustrated moan. “Damn, don’t stop now!”

“Darlin, it’s not time yet.” You say with a soft chuckle and then your lips kiss each cheek. “But it is time to dry off.” You then stand and pull me, turning me around and embrace me. Our bodies are warm and wet against each other; you kiss me long and passionately and then step out of the tub. I follow you out of the tub and we each grab a towel quickly drying off. I wrap the towel around me, covering me and you wrap yours around your waist. We then go to the other room.

“You sure look good standing in just a towel, of course naked is always better.” I say with a teasing look in my eye as I go to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“I agree naked is always better.” You say smiling at me as you walk to stand in front of me between my legs. I look up at you grinning at the same time my hands unwrap your towel. 

My hand grasps your cock and I bring my tongue to flick over the tip. I lick your shaft, slowly up and down, across your balls, drawing one at a time into my mouth to gently suck them. I hear you gasp and feel you tremble arousing me once again. My mouth then goes around your stiff cock, and inch by inch I slowly draw more of you into my mouth enjoying the delicious taste of you as your cock slips down my tongue. As I pick up the tempo, I feel your hands at the back of my head pressing me to you at the same time you’re thrusting your cock more into my mouth. Harder and faster, I begin to lick and suck, my head bobbing up and down at a steady pace as I bring you closer and closer to the edge. Just when I think you are getting close to cumming, you withdraw yourself from me and kneel down. 

“But…..” I begin to say and your finger presses against my lips to quiet me. You open my towel, letting it fall on the bed and your lips begin kissing and licking a trail from my neck to my breasts. I shiver as you lick and nibble my breasts and my nipples are rock hard. 

“Lay back on the bed.” You say softly at the same time your hands press my shoulders back until I am lying flat on the bed. You part my legs wider and I quiver feeling your light teasing touch as your fingertips stroke against my inner thighs. I gasp loudly when I feel your fingers part the folds of my pussy and feel the flick of your tongue against my slit. My body squirms and trembles with delight as your tongue licks up and down, around my sex inflaming me to great heights. 

“Oh God, yes.” I cry out as your tongue plunges into my pussy and my hips arch against you, my hands now go to the back of your head pressing you to me. I can barely contain myself; every part of me is trembling as your tongue steadily plunges in and out. Then I feel your lips on my swollen and throbbing clit and you suck it into your mouth hard. “Oh fuck yes!” I cry out and my body contracts, my hands wrap in your hair tightly, as my climax violently rocks through me. My legs clamp around your head, my hips arch hard against you while your tongue licks, sucks and laps at the overflowing juices from my climax. 

Before I can begin to come down, your hands are at my waist turning me over so that I am leaning over the bed with my feet on the floor and my ass in the air. My legs are spread and your hands go to my hips. In one hard thrust, you pull my hips to you and plunge deep inside my pussy. 

“Is this what you want, darlin?” You ask with ragged breath and a deep passionate tone. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it.” You again thrust your cock deep inside me and then hold it there waiting for my response.

“Yes, yes I want this.” I moan out, squirming and thrusting against you, not wanting you to stop.

“What, say it.” You tell me again, thrusting once again.

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck me hard, now!” I cry out.

“Like this? Is this what you have been waiting for?” You say, and picking up the tempo, you are thrusting fast, hard and deep inside me. Your hands are gripping tightly to my hips pulling me back each time you thrust.

“Yes, OH GOD YES!!!!” I am crying out now, my body slamming hard against yours, trembling and shaking. I feel your balls slapping my ass as you pound hard into me, both of us are panting and moaning.

“Oh fuck, darlin, you feel so good!” You say with ragged breath, continuing to drive your cock into my pussy. I can feel your cock swelling inside me and my pussy is clenching at it, both of us nearing that wonderful release of pleasure. Suddenly I feel your finger push inside my puckered anus at the same time you thrust hard.

“OH GOD, I’m cummm…..” I cry out loudly now and my body spasms fiercely as I climax, my pussy grasping and spasming around your cock. My hands are gripping tightly to the blankets on the bed and my ass thrusts hard against you. I can feel drips of sweat trickling down my chest and an intense heat rushes through my body and I feel almost faint with the intensity my climax brings.

“Fuck yes!!!!!!” You groan loudly, your body jerks and I feel your hot semen shoot deep inside me. Your body thrusts and jerks, your climax is hard as you continue to explode like never before. “Damn…. Shit…. Fuck…”

Finally, both of us collapse in each other’s arms on the bed. Our hearts are racing, we are gasping for breath as we wind down.

Suddenly the phone rings. I shake my head now realizing I had one hell of a dream about you with the anticipation of your visit. The phone rings again and I stir, smiling as I can feel the moisture between my legs as I try to wake up. I glance at the time and see that it is only 5:00am and now I realize it is you calling me.

“And I wonder who is waking me from such a wonderful dream at this ungodly hour of the morning.” I answer softly, trying to not to let you know that my heart is sinking rapidly as I already know what is to come.

“Good morning darlin and was that dream about me I hope?” You say softly, but I can tell in your voice that you are trying to hide your feelings as well as I am.

“It was about you in fact and if you are half as good as my dream, we will definitely be having a wonderful time.” I say and then there is a long pause. “You’re not coming are you?”

“I’m sorry, baby, something has come up.” You begin to say and I imagine I’m hearing the disappointment in your voice.  “But I do want us to meet, we will just have to work something out at another….”

“Please, don’t say anymore.” I say softly, holding tight to my emotions. “It’s probably just as well, the reality would never meet the expectations of our fantasy’s.”

“But I do want to meet you…” You begin to say again.

“Wanting and doing are two different things and to continue to hope for something that won’t be done is just too difficult anymore. Let’s just keep our fantasy’s and then no one will get hurt.” I say as lightly as possible, but I can feel my emotions rising deep inside me and I know I need to end this phone call.

“I am going to surprise you someday and I will meet you. But for now, I’m sorry. I will let you go back to sleep and talk to you soon. Goodnight baby.” You say, and I know you want me answer you showing you that I am okay and have hope, letting you off the hook. 

“Goodbye lover. Surprise me some day.” I say in a soft sensual voice and hang up the phone. I wipe the several tears that have fallen quietly down my cheeks and then I go to take a shower. I let the hot water fall over my body, my eyes close as it falls over my face and I slowly shake my head back and forth. “How many times am I going to do this?” I ask myself and sigh, a slow smile begins. “How many times am I not going to get to do this?” I sigh and a disappointed giggle escapes me and I finish my shower.



To Ment A Shattered Soul



Hello all this is my first entry and first time delving into this form of writing while this chapter has no sex it is used to lay some of the groundwork for the rest of the story as always comments and constructive critisms are always welcome enjoy!!! Also lastly but not least i would like to thank my editor fairydedanann you are a great help!!

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"Wha-what the hell just happened‭?"‬ I said out loud to myself.‭ ‬My room continued to shake from the explosion just outside,‭ ‬at least it sounded and felt that way.‭ "‬What was that‭? ‬Was it a controlled-det,‭ ‬incoming,‭ ‬or what‭?" ‬I asked my roommates.‭ ‬None of them knew.‭ ‬Then one of our unit's platoon leaders opens up the door to make sure we are all‭ "‬ok‭"‬.‭ ‬We all were thank God.

Thus is life for a deployed soldier,‭ ‬mortars always at the forefront of one's mind but rarely land close enough to truly freak one out.‭ ‬Unless you're a newbie which‭ ‬I'm not but still only on my second tour.‭ ‬While on my first I was a U.S Army PFC working as‭ an OH-58 Kiowa weapons mechanic. ‬This tour I'm flying the helos but instead of my old Kiowa,‭ ‬I am flying the AH-64‭ ‬apache,‭ ‬the Army and the World's premier attack helicopter.‭ ‬Now I am‭ ‬in Iran doing what I'm trained to do‭—‬kill. ‭ 

While this may be distasteful to many people back‭ ‬home, even‭ ‬downright revolting.‭ ‬I am honored to do my role in the war for when I kill the enemy,‭ ‬my brothers and sisters in‭ ‬arms get to live another day.‭ ‬Another day that draws them closer to having the ones they love in their arms,‭ ‬and that helps me sleep at night. 

I'm lost in thought as I hear and feel a massive explosion on the other side of base.‭ ‬All hell breaks loose just as our company executive officer nearly breaks the door down to tell us we were hit by an ICBM or intercontinental ballistic missile. The blast took out most of the bases battalion and division command center.‭ ‬We are all in shock‭ ‬and then realize that retaliation will be next.‭ ‬Sure enough the next words out of our XO's mouth were.

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"‬EVERYONE GET TO Y‭'‬ALLS BIRDS‭!‬ THE MISSLE CAME FROM TEHRAN AND THAT'S WHERE WE'RE HEADING‭!"

With that came the full on sprint by all the pilots to our birds where the maintenance crews had most the preflight check finished and our gear was waiting heloside.‭ ‬As we loaded into our birds and began our run-up checks,‭ ‬command was giving us our briefing on the mission that lay ahead of us.‭ ‬Afterward,‭ ‬I was once again lost in thought as my gunner did his run-ups,‭ ‬which would have us ready to head into battle.‭ 

Looking out across the airfield,‭ ‬I see that‭ ‬is as busy as I've ever seen it.‭ ‬At least‭ ‬100‭ ‬Kiowa's and Apaches getting ready to take‭ ‬off as well as the‭ 160TH Special Operations Aviation Regiment or SOAR's Nightstalkers UH-60M Blackhawks‬ whom were tasked out to the rangers prepping to drop in the hurtin‭' ‬after we made it semi-safe for them to land.‭ ‬But they didn't care either way. These guys,‭ ‬especially our medevac pilots,‭ ‬would land even in the middle of a firefight, if it meant being able to bring fellow warriors home.‭ ‬Alive or dead it matters not to us they WILL come home.

On the next pad over I could see the air force getting ready to do their thing as well with around‭ ‬20‭ ‬or‭ ‬30‭ ‬f-16‭'‬s and f-15‭'‬s. Our commanding officer suddenly comes over the com,‭ ‬telling us we all have clearance to take off,‭ ‬snapping me out of my trance.‭ ‬With that we were in the air and heading east. 

Even before we left‭ the airspace over the base,‬ our minds instantly hardened as we passed over the impact site and saw that about half the brigades who had assets in this portion of Iran had lost their command posts with countless dead.‭ ‬Those who were not directly involved in the firefight cheered and threw their fists in support of our impending assault in retaliation to those fallen.‭ ‬We were‭ ‬witnesses as many more warriors‭ ‬perished as a nearby fuel truck exploded engulfing the firefighters and the armoured troop carriers that were on the side of the road providing security for the firemen,‭ ‬incase a ground attack happened.

‭

"‬OH MY GOD‭"!‬ I heard my gunner say as the flames engulfed them and snuffed the life out of my fellow soldiers.‭ ‬None of us could help reacting to this with anything but pure unadulterated rage billowing inside them,‭ ‬chomping at the bit to get to Tehran and wreak absolute havoc upon the‭ ‬Iranian military.

‭

"‬Mountain Eagle One,‭ ‬this is Mercury One.‭ ‬You are eighty kilimeters out from the target area.‭ ‬Scout Cav One-Nine will be sending all attack units target‭ ‬Intel within the minute over‭."‬

‭"‬Roger that,‭" ‬was our commanders reply and with that we dropped down to‭ ‬twenty feet off the ground preparing to begin our assault on the capital city of Iran.

‭

"‬This is Chalk One lead confirming all chalks have received target information‭."‬‭ ‬As my gunner looked at the information,‭ ‬I could almost‭ ‬see him slip‭ ‬on a sadistic smile that I knew all the other pilots and gunners‭ ‬were wearing as well,‭ ‬myself included.

‭ 

"‬Looks like there's plenty to go‭ ‬around‭" ‬my gunner said to me.‭ ‬I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the realization that this would soon be a bloodbath of lovely epic proportions.

‭"‬Chalk One,‭ ‬lead has visual on target area‭"‬.

With that came the settling feeling of the vengeance that would soon be wrought in‭ ‬our brothers and sisters honor.‭ ‬Even though lead had called over the radio he had visual,‭ ‬it was only for command back at Forward Operating Base Normandy.‭ ‬We already saw all the smoke billowing from the city.

‭

"‬Well looks like the Air force has beat us to the punch boys.‭" ‬My gunner said but‭ ‬that‭ ‬was of no concern to me because they only were hitting larger,‭ ‬harder targets like Surface To Air missile systems and Anti-Aircraft Artillery‭ emplacements‬ and bunkers,‭ ‬that would do nothing‭ ‬to hinder us in killing the enemy. But he,‭ ‬like all of us had been riled into a blood frenzy and we wanted to spill all the blood we could.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬the words we were all waiting for squawked over the radio.

‭"‬This is Scout Cav-One-Nine relaying final updated target acquisition information to all attack units now‭...‬happy hunting battles‭."

‭"‬Information received‭ ‬One-Nine a happy hunting it shall be.‭ ‬Hell Hound‭ ‬One out‭" ‬was my only reply before we neared the berm that surrounded Tehran that the Kiowa's has been using as cover to relay us our intelligence.

‭ 

"‬Task force lead to all call‭ ‬signs,‭ ‬break from patrol formations and move to attack formations‭."

‭"‬Hellhound‭ ‬1‭ ‬copies‭."‬

Finally,‭ ‬the moment of truth‭ ‬arrived as we‭ ‬flew over the‭ burms that surrounded ‬Tehran. We were now in sight of the city and its plethora of targets,‭ ‬and then came the words we were all waiting for.

‭"‬Task force lead to all call signs:‭ ‬you are clear to engage all primary designated targets and targets of opportunity‭."

‭

‬With that,‭ ‬all hell‭ ‬broke loose.‭ ‬All the Apaches‭ ‬fired all of their sixteen hellfire missiles.‭ ‬Each‭ ‬missile flew to‭ ‬their respective target and the city exploded into a vast fireball of hellish proportions,‭ ‬obliterating all of our intended targets.‭ ‬Unknowingly,‭ ‬I began to emit a freakishly animalistic growl from my lungs,‭ ‬without any thought to the fact that the source of the growl was also the source of‭ ‬immense grief before I deployed.‭ ‬This only slightly disturbed my gunner.

‭

"‬Now the real fun begins‭" ‬I thought to myself as we began cruising around the city looking for targets of our own as the Night Stalkers came in to drop off their troops to begin taking the city house by house.

‭

"‬This is Ranger Chalk‭ ‬Five requesting immediate air support from any and all available units over‭!"

‭"‬Roger that Hellhound‭ ‬One.‭ ‬Inbound,‭ estimated time of arrival, one minute‬.‭"

Another apache,‭ ‬flown by one of my closest friends‭ ‬who is more of a brother then a friend,‭ ‬fell in beside me. We made our way to aid our ground-pounder brethren.‭ ‬As we neared the scene,‭ ‬we could tell things were going to be messy.‭ ‬A group of‭ ‬twelve infantry rangers were‭ ‬hunkered down inside a fountain in the middle of the plaza of the political sector of the city using it as cover against the assault by the Iranian army whom had them surrounded. 

‭

"‬HERE COMES BIG BROTHER‭!" ‬My gunner yells at the rangers though they couldn't hear him.

Immediately we locked on targets throughout the plaza as we slipped into our‭ "‬battle mind‭" ‬where nothing else existed but the job at hand and were are able to do our job with deadly effect.‭ ‬We began to work on the enemy with our‭ ‬thirty-milimeter machine gun,‭ ‬destroying buildings and subsequently the enemy as well. Suddenly,‭ ‬the ranger commander yells to us to watch our‭ ‬back, ‭ ‬I could see him gesturing wildly.‭ ‬We turned,‭ ‬climbing to maneuver out of the threat, suddenly ‬our bird's tail boom is destroyed with a rocket round.‭ ‬We dropped quickly as we were no longer able to fly,‭ ‬spinning all the way.

‭"‬Hellhound‭ ‬One going down I say again Hellhound One is going down.‭ ‬Grid quadrant one-seven-niner over‭!!!" ‬Not one instant later we slam into the hard desert ground nose first, flipping and turning as momentum, and‭ ‬Sir Isaacs law saw fit,‭ ‬ending with us landing on our side thankfully with the doors facing down and elevated, and not blocked,‭ ‬facing‭ ‬away from the enemy.

‭ 

"‬OVER HERE‭!" ‬I heard the Ranger Chalk Commander yell from his cover, as I helped my gunner,‭ ‬Brian Delaine,‭ ‬up off the ground.‭ "‬Ok good no external injures,‭" ‬I thought to myself after I heard the ranger call out to us.‭ ‬We began to sprint to the fountain and as soon as we vaulted over the wall a‭ ‬rocket round slammed into the opposite side of the wall we are on.

‭

"‬Thought we would give y‭'‬all a hand sir,‭" ‬I said to the ranger captain in charge of the squad.‭ ‬His reply was to hand us both additional mags for our M-4‭ ‬rifles,‭ and to give us the locations of the machine gun nests and mortar pit so that we could relay the information to our fellow attack pilots already nearby. 

‭

"‬Hellhound Two,‭ ‬this is Hellhound One:‭ ‬I have grid coordinates for mortor pits and requesting air support to remove threats over‭"‬.

‭"‬Hellhound One‭ ‬that's a good copy.‭ ‬Haha figures I‭'‬d have to come save y‭'‬alls asses at some point this battle‭"‬.

‭

"‬Yeah,‭ ‬yeah,‭ ‬yeah‭ ‬two just get your ass over here.‭ ‬Things are starting to get more‭ ‬than a little hot.‭ ‬Hold off One Minute,‭ ‬I gotta get an A-10‭ ‬over here.‭ ‬The‭ ‬Rocket teams are about to get to high up these buildings‭"‬.

‭

"‬This is Hellhound One to all heavy air support:‭ ‬I have grid coordinates for multiple‭ ‬RPG teams in the high-rise in the political sector over‭"‬.

‭"‬Hellhound One this is Heavens Wrath‭ ‬Seven:‭ ‬eta with‭ ‬two‭ ‬one-ton precision bombs thirty seconds that high-rise is as good as gone‭"

"Hellhound‭ ‬One copies‭"‬. I relayed the info to my gunner and the‭ ‬ranger crew.‭ ‬We hunkered down as the A-10‭ ‬flew in and dropped its ordinance. The resulting explosion decimated the building and covered us all with dust and dirt,‭ ‬along all manner of things that included a hand from one of the enemy soldiers.‭ 

"Ohhhhhhh,‭ ‬messy haha‭! ‬Anyone hungry‭?‬" I called out with a wicked smile and odd excitement as my wingman came in to‭ "‬mop up‭" ‬the remaining targets we could not get.‭ ‬Those of us on the ground continued to engage and eliminate the enemy that appeared in our lines of fire.

Suddenly I see a‭ ‬RPG team come up on top of the massive rubble pile where the high rise once was,‭ ‬giving the team a perfect shot into the fountain‭ ‬to kill‭ ‬Brian,‭ ‬the Ranger Chalk,‭ ‬and me.‭ ‬I watched the‭ ‬RPG team,‭ ‬and tried and draw a bead on‭ ‬the leader to kill him. As if on‭ ‬cue,‭ ‬as I began to squeeze the trigger of my weapon,‭ ‬he gets a shot off.‭ ‬The trajectory‭ ‬angled the rocket‭ ‬just below my friend's apache. My friend was watching and out of‭ ‬instinct to save our lives dropped his tail boom to intercept the‭ ‬RPG,‭ ‬causing his bird to spin out of control.‭ ‬All I could do is watch as one of my best friend's‭ ‬helo then flipped and landed upside down crushing the crew compartment and killing both of them.

‭

"‬ADAM‭! ‬What the fuck‭?‬ Let me out there‭! ‬Those fuckers are mine‭!"‬ Those were the last coherent words I‭ ‬uttered before Brian grabbed me and pulled me back inside the fountain,‭ ‬slamming me into the inside of the cover we were behind.

‭

"‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO,‭ ‬NO‭! ‬This can't be happening‭!"‬ My mind screamed repeatedly‭ ‬on the verge of,‭ ‬what I thought,‭ ‬was a nervous breakdown.‭ ‬First‭ ‬I lose my wife and son to a rabid‭ "‬mega wolf‭" ‬and now this. 

‭"‬Oh God I'm losing it‭"‬,‭ ‬is all I could think as I begin‭ ‬to feel a pacing in my mind, ‬Something wild and enraged that kept repeating:‭ "‬Let me out, ‬Vengeance can be ours‭"

"D‭!‬ SNAP OUT OF IT BUDDY IM RIGHT HERE‭!" ‬Brian screams at me to try‭ ‬to bring me back to reality but all he gets out of me is a blank stare and incoherent mumbling.‭ "Snap out of it Devon‭! ‬You have to get back to the firefight.‭ ‬All this is your mind‭"!‬ I kept telling myself,‭ ‬while whatever it was‭ ‬paced and steadily insistenced to let it out in the back of my mind,‭ ‬to get his revenge for me. This kept going for a few minutes while everyone watched and waited for me to come to. I finally relented and I let whatever it was out.‭ ‬Dear God, I've just lost my mind

‭

"‬Chief,‭ ‬he's convulsing get him out of‭ ‬his body armor and on his side‭!‬" The ranger medic interceded and began to look me over for injuries to explain the symptoms. 

"‬What the hell is going on‭?" ‬The medic said confusing the hell out everyone. Finally after a minute or two all he muttered was:‭ "‬no f'n way,‭ ‬I've gotta quit reading all those sci-fi books.‭ ‬Whoa,‭ ‬wait a second is it just me or is he growing hair all over his body‭? 

"‬WHAT THE FUCK‭?‬ LOOK AT HIS TEETH‭!‬" The medic screamed as he launched himself back and away from my ever-changing form.‭ ‬Suddenly,‭ ‬I began to emit a feral growl as everything goes black‭...



To Miss a Lover



Do you know what it is to miss a lover? To feel his absence in your skin, in the cooling outlines of his hand on your stomach, in the thin, bloodless scratches down your back? To see his memory printed on your body in dark purple bite marks, to picture his lips just there on your thigh, and to ache for every part of him deep within? 

There is the need to physically possess him, to see the porcelain of his skin between the dark of your own fingers, to grasp the flesh of his arms and his buttocks and pull him into you; and then there is the need for the intangible: his quickened breath, the sound of your name in his mouth, his darkened green eyes, a shiver through his shoulders as he enters you. Alone, you think of him and close your eyes, you bring your hand down your thigh and imagine that it is his fingers pushing into you. And you plan: you plan exactly how you will fuck him when you have him next.

He will take your hand and invite you into his bedroom, and you will pull the door closed behind you and lock it. Before your hand has left the doorknob you will pull him to you, fingers twisted in the collar of his shirt, and as you kiss him his hands will find your waist, your ass, the hair at the nape of your neck. He will grasp frantically at your dress, at your hair, and you think he will rip everything apart. 

So you push him onto the bed, you straddle him, and you kiss him long and hard. As you unbutton his shirt, he will draw his hand up the back of your thigh and under your panties, his fingers grazing your lips. And you will take a sash from your purse, push his arms above his head, and tie his wrists to the slotted headboard. You are in charge. You will savor the look in his eyes: the mingled shock, apprehension, and anticipation, the agony of being unable to touch you clear as he bucks his hips up between your legs. 

With both hands in his hair, you push back, rubbing your hips up and down against the heat of his erection, quickening your pace as he moans. You will push your teeth into his neck and lick the budding bruise, and as you kiss him, you will whisper into his mouth, "You are mine: you belong to me." You will silence his gasp with your kiss, and your hand, moving down his chest, will curl so that your nails leave long red marks in their wake. Your tongue flicks his earlobe and the kick of his hips is involuntary, his body pleading with you.

You will pull your dress over your head and unhook your bra, throwing both aside. And as he watches helplessly, you will look him in the eye and push your hand into your panties, cupping one breast as you touch yourself. Pleasuring yourself with his pain, the warmth of him just under you as you cum. His face will be all disbelief and lust and he will struggle against his ties, hating your unfairness. You will lean forward, your hands over his on the headboard, and lower your breast into his mouth, and his tongue will swirl over your skin as his teeth close over your nipple. 

Your breath catching in your throat, you will tell him, "Good boy," and kiss across his collarbone and down his stomach, the wet trail of your lips cooling on his skin. You will unlatch his belt, unzip his pants, and dip your tongue into his boxers, the tip meeting the head of his cock. He inhales sharply and you pull everything off of him, shoes and slacks and boxers, leaving him in nothing but an unbuttoned button-down. 

His cock will stand straight against his stomach, hard and hot, and you will circle your fingers around the shaft and trace the head over the contours of your torso - your stomach, your breasts, the nipple wet with his saliva - and he will twist beneath you whispering "please" and your name in turns. To answer his pleas, you will push aside your panties and straddle his face and demand that he get you wet. 

Eager to gratify you, his tongue reaches over your clit, across your lips, and into you. His eyes will look up into yours, his gaze almost innocent in his concentration. You pull his hair, hard, and cum in his mouth. And now, to reward him: you will slide down and take his cock into your mouth, tasting the salt of his skin with your tongue as you push him into your throat. You replace your mouth with your hand, stroking his shaft as you suck his balls. And finally, the soaked crotch of your panties pushed aside, you will straddle him, holding the head of his cock against your pussy, and tell him to beg. 

He will try a number of supplications - "Please, I want you so badly; please, I need you right now; oh, god, please, I'll do anything for you..." - but at last he will murmur, "I am yours," and you will slide down and fill yourself with him.



To Miss, with Love



Helen Smart sighed wearily. It had been a long day, and was going to last even longer. She had the next days lessons to prepare for, not to mention all her marking. The final child had left the playground with their parents 30mins ago, and Helen was now sat in her classroom, surrounded by books.

An hour and a half later, and she was alone in her classroom, a headache forming in her temples. She started packing up, and had almost got her coat on when she realised- The resources she needed for tomorrow's lessons were still in the cupboard. She closed her eyes, and debated leaving it, but knew there wouldn't be enough time in the morning. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed again and walked slowly down the corridor to the maths resource room. Switching on the light, the door began it's slow close behind her and she began to search the shelves for 3-D shapes.

The door clicked shut; Helen ignored it, until the light went off, plunging the small room into darkness.

'What?!' She started to turn, but felt hands on her waist, holding her in place. She tried again, fighting the panic in her stomach, but the hands tightened, enforcing the position. One of the hands began to trace a line up her back, around her shoulder and, just as she was about to call out again, it rested over her mouth, stopping her. Her head was pushed to one side, and she felt lips caress her skin. Her head fell backwards onto strong shoulders, and the hand still on her waist moved to undo her shirt buttons. 

Helen knew she shouldn't be giving in this easily, but the lips were doing their job. She moaned into the hand over her mouth, and felt her shirt slip off her shoulders. The hand went under her bra, tweaking her nipples and making her moan again. 

Helen began to push backwards, and felt the man behind her move too. There was a bang as they hit the closed door, and Helen gasped. 

Both the man's hands pulled up her skirt, and she felt fingers inside her underwear. He moved suddenly, and it was her turned to be pushed against the door. With one hand, he undid his trousers and dropped them to the floor, along with his boxers, his lips now on her breasts, his tongue flicking itself across her nipples, teasing them to hardness.

She felt his hands on her hips, before the sensation of her feet leaving the floor. Without a pause, her legs went around his waist, and he entered her hard and fast, breathing into her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe, and she dug her nails into his back. He thrust into her harder. His fingers began to stroke her clit, slowly, but powerfully. Within seconds she was coming hard, calling out despite her self. His erection was pushing onto her G spot, and she could feel herself coming a second time. As she did so, his own body tensed up, and Helen sighed as he came hard, his teeth biting her neck. 

Her legs were lowered to the ground, and the arms that had been holding her up wound themselves around her waist. 

'Hello Mrs. Logan!' The voice had a rich Scottish accent, that made her want to jump on him again.

'Not until next week, buster! Now.. Where did you put my skirt?!'

Helen stood on the balcony, admiring the view. The honeymoon was going brilliantly. They'd been in Malta for a week. The weather had been beautiful, and so far the newly weds had been exploring *every* aspect of their married life. Tom had brought her breakfast in bed that morning (albeit ordered from room service!) and they'd enjoyed spilling it over the bed clothes too!

As she stared over towards the deep blue of the sea, Tom, wearing only a towel and fresh from the shower, moved onto the balcony to join his wife. 'Hey you!' he said quietly, taking in the view. 

'Hey you.' She moved towards him, pulling his arms around her. They kissed deeply. Helen could feel herself getting carried away, and pulled away. 'Behave!' she chided, turning in his arms to look at the view once more. Their balcony looked over some of the other rooms of the hotel, as well as the swimming pool, and Helen was very conscious of the fact that people were walking around on the paths under them. 

Tom smiled, and kissed the back of her neck. His hands moved from her waist and to the thin sarong she wore. She grabbed his fingers. 'I said behave!' she gave him a look over her shoulder. He raised his eyebrows, released his fingers, and continued to undo the tie. 

The sarong fell to the floor, and Tom lowered himself to his knees, kissing the back of her thighs and stroking her backside gently. 

Helen closed her eyes for a minute, before opening them again, realising where they were. 'We can't!' she moaned, softly. 

'Says who?' he grinned, ignoring her misgivings and pushing his fingers into her pussy hard. She moaned again, giving in as she had so many times before. He was so difficult to resist! With his other hand he reached around her waist and began to stroke her clit. Her hands gripped the cold stone of the balcony as she felt her body's defenses collapsing. 

As suddenly as he'd started, Tom stopped. Helen felt cheated. 'Hey!' 

'I thought you said stop?!' Her eyes narrowed, and he gave her a crooked grin before thrusting his fingers into her once more. Faster this time, he was only looking for one thing, and this time he pushed her further, rubbing at her clit harder and harder. Helen's legs began to shake and, as she orgasmed, it was hard to keep quiet. 

Tom began to move back up her body, his towel hiding very little. As he stood, the towel fell. Ignoring it, he moved her legs apart and entered her quickly. 

His thrusts were slow, designed to tease as well as not give anything away to anyone who may be able to see them from below. Tom grazed her neck with his teeth and moved one hand next to hers. The other moved between her legs again, rubbing her already sensitive clit and pushing her body to come again. As she did, someone called a hello up to them, and she forced a smile. Behind her, the idea that someone might know what was going on sent him over the edge, and he came with her, the sensation of her internal muscles contracting around his erection making it impossible for him to reply to the cheery greeting.

Moving away from her, Tom bent to pick up his towel. Helen stood still gripping the stone balcony for a minute, before relaxing into a chair. 

*******

'Mrs. Logan, Mrs. Logan!! Shannon's got my halo!!'

Helen sighed. 'Lauren, relax. Shannon, for the tenth time, give back the halo. You're the Christmas star. You don't NEED a halo.' 

20minutes before the start of the performance, and the year fours were starting to get more fidgety than she could have possibly believe.

Tom gave her a sympathetic smile from across the room and she smiled back, allowing herself a few stolen seconds to appreciate how good looking her husband was, before she was distracted again.

'MRS LOGAN!' she sighed, and went back to re-organising the nativity.

*******

A short while later, the performance was in full swing. She stood in the doorway of the hall, watching her class proudly. For all their whinging, they were doing well. A hand went over her mouth and pulled her back into the classroom behind the hall.

'Hey you!' 

Helen gave Tom a disapproving look. 'Behave buster. I'm supposed to be in there!'

'You look frazzled. Come here.' He turned her round so her back was to him, and began to massage her shoulders.

'Mmmmm.' She sank onto the table, sitting between his legs, enjoying the sensation. The play went on in the backround, and she could faintly hear her class singing the song she had spent weeks teaching them. She should be in there. As she began to stand up, Tom's hands pushed her back down, and slipped into the top of her shirt. 

'I said behave Mr Logan!' she said softly, feeling her resolve disappear yet again.

'Shut up, and just enjoy!'

His hand slid down her body, reaching the top of her trousers before undoing the top button, and slipping inside. Her head fell onto his shoulder as he began to stroke her clit slowly. Helen gripped the table top, and could feel her pulse beat faster and his strokes got harder. She felt his lips on her neck and was transported back to that night in the resources cupboard before the summer. The memory of him inside her, pushing hard, fucking her for all he was worth was enough, and she began to come hard, pushing back against her husband. 

'Now.. Don't you feel better?!' Her relaxation was cut short by the sound of clapping. 

'It's nearly over!' she said softly, trying to make herself move. She managed to stand and re-do her trousers, before giving him a quick kiss. 'I'll pay you back later!' She grinned at him, and walked back into the hall. 

The play was a complete success, even if Helen said so herself. The kids behaved, the songs were spot on, and the parents had all said how much they'd enjoyed it. Helen sank into the sofa, her feet aching and pulled off her shoes and socks. A glass of wine was waved in front of her. 'Go on! You deserve it.' She smiled, and watched her husband's bum as he walked back to his computer. Seeing him writing brought back so many memories. It was how they'd met 3 years before. She'd only been teaching a few terms, and was also trying to carry on with her writing, a passion that she'd always enjoyed. As much as she loved her own writing, she didn't have the confidence to send anything away, so had joined a writing class. She'd been pretty lonely for the first few classes. Everyone seemed to know each other, and she felt like the outsider, but then Tom had come in. He'd known some people there, but had chosen to sit next to her, smiling. The attraction was instantaneous but it still took Helen a good few weeks to get the courage to talk to him. In fact, it was him that had initiated the conversation, much to her embarrassment. She'd had milk from her hot chocolate on her cheek, and he'd moved to wipe it off, making her blush. 

It had been slow going at first. They had been almost teenage in their relationship, holding hands and doing no more than kissing. As they'd got to know each other, Helen had begun to find areas of herself she didn't know existed. They'd tried things she'd only thought of in her wildest dreams, and she felt alive when she was with him. 

It hadn't been long before she'd moved in with him. Tom had been fantastic, finding a new place for both of them, so they could have a fresh start together. And, after 2 and ½ years, he'd proposed. They were walking in the park, it must have been at least eleven in the evening, and she'd got cold. He'd given her his coat, and, putting her hand in the pocket, she'd found the box. When she turned to see him, he was down on one knee. The stars were out, and the park was bathed in moonlight. It was perfect. 

And now, here they were, enjoying their new married life. He caught her looking, and abandoned the computer. 'So.. You said something about paying me back?' he said, smiling. 

'Did I?!' she asked in mock confusion. 'I don't remember that!' Tom gave her a look. 'Oh you're so not getting away with that one!' He fell into the seat beside her, and she put her glass down on the table. She stood, brushing his hands away as he tried to pull her back to him, and then pushing him back down as he tried to stand. 'There are rules to getting pay back Buster! No touching till I say, no moving, and no talking!' Tom obediently made a zipper movement across his mouth, and relaxed into the chair. 

Helen slipped her jacket from her shoulders as slowly as she could, before beginning to undo her shirt buttons. Turning before the last, she stood with her back to him and dropped the shirt down to the floor, reaching up to undo her bra clasp. As it popped free she turned again, holding it to her chest before letting one hand drop at a time, giving her husband a brilliant view of her breasts. He was already breathing heavier, and she could tell from the growing bulge in his trousers that this was payback he was enjoying. 

She undid the top button of her trousers, glad she'd already taken off her shoes and socks. She felt the material as it glided over her hips, leaving her with nothing but her pants on. Tom's hands reached out, but she gently slapped them. 'No touching, remember!' He bit his lip, and she could see it was a struggle. He'd always taken control, and when faced with Helen's dominance for a change, he was finding it difficult. 

Slowly Helen began to removed her underwear, sliding it down her legs to the floor. She made one more full turn, allowing Tom to see her completely naked body, before moving to the sofa and running her hands across his chest. She undid his shirt buttons before moving to his trousers. His hardness was even more evident through his tight boxer shorts and she wasted no time releasing it. Kneeling on the sofa cushions, she stuck her bum up in the air, appreciating the fact that Tom had flaunted the 'no touching' rule, and started to stoke it gently. Her lips found his erection and she began to kiss him, running her tongue up and down at the same time. Tom groaned. His hand ran across her bum and back, pushing her shoulders down encouraging her to carry on sucking. Helen reached between his legs and began to stroke the sensitive skin along his thighs and under his balls. At her light touch, Tom groaned again, deeper this time, and came hard. Helen sat up, smiling. 'Payback enough?'

'Oh yes!'



To My "Baby Sister"



You know perhaps better than anyone else that I am so much better with the written word than with the spoken word. That is exactly why I am writing to you now, even though I just left you barely an hour ago, for what I need to express to you can only be done justice with the written word. 

In many ways, it seems almost impossible that you and I have known each other for nearly twenty years. My first memory of you is of an innocent little girl in a frilly pink dress at a park playground, sitting in a swing and asking for a push. I know from our parents that you and I had met before then, but even in my earliest memory of you, I can remember the closeness between us, even at that very young age. 

As we grew older, I remember the comments from others about how close we were, almost as if we were twins. I sometimes thought that we were indeed twins – only born into different families – in the same way that you have seemingly always been my "baby sister." It seems that you and I have always been virtually inseparable, sharing a bond that almost no one else ever truly understood. 

As the years passed, time was our ally. We grew up, which caused us to grow ever closer. Our friendship seemed to take on an intensity of its own. Of course, we had our "fights," just like true siblings and even many purely-"casual" friends, but even these were always short-lived. The invisible bond which had developed around us linked us in so many ways. 

Even as we moved into our awkward teenage years, we hid nothing from each other. There was a recognition, an understanding, even as we each watched the other mature in unexpected and rather profound ways. Of course, your maturation was much more visible than mine, yet you were still simply my "baby sister," the one person I wanted to protect from all the dangers and negativity in the world, the one person for whom I felt no guy would ever be truly "right." 

...the one person whose tears filled me with such a deep, weighty sadness. I remember many an occasion where I would hold you, protectively, glaring away anyone who would approach even if that person meant to somehow assist you and ease away your pain and your grief. How many tears have you shed upon my shoulder or into my chest over the years? To quote the old Tootsie Pop commercial, "The world may never know." 

Yet there were the many times when we would hold each other "just because," times when we would sit close together and confide our innermost wishes and secrets and fears to one another. There were those times when one of us simply wanted to be in the other's presence, for no real reason, and we would find a quiet place to simply be in each other's arms. Then, of course, there were the slow dances we would share, coming as close as we would dare to anything actually resembling intimacy, for neither of us spoke of the risk which intimacy could bring. 

I may not have spoken of that risk, but, whenever I was in your presence, it always gnawed gently at the very back of my conscious mind. Once I began to truly mature, I saw you in a different light. As I heard classmates' "exploits" with girls, I occasionally entertained thoughts of engaging in similar explorations with you. Yet I knew that to enter into an intimate relationship with you might bring a very unwanted end to our intimate friendship, and that was a risk I definitely was not willing to take. 

As we made our way through high school, you kept asking me – with the kindest, most respectful concern I could have ever imagined possible – why I never dated anyone, why I spent so many Friday and Saturday evenings at home, alone. While you were occasionally involved with this guy or that guy and confided virtually every intriguing yet nauseating detail to me, I could only stand in the shadows and essentially experience everything – experience you – vicariously, albeit through your own eyes. Still, to me, none of them were "right" enough for you; none of them were good enough for my "baby sister." Yet I maintained my painful silence, knowing that I had no right to interfere with your happiness, even if that meant denying my own and never taking that risk. 


So I am sure that you can imagine my surprise when tonight, as we walked from the theater to your apartment, you took my hands in yours and rested your head against my chest as we waited to safely cross an intersection. I am certain that you felt my body suddenly tense, my uncertainty of what to do, how to handle the situation. While I never wanted that moment to end, I was also quite thankful when the traffic lights turned green so we could continue our evening stroll together. 

It was then not as much of a surprise when, sitting in the darkness on your sofa as we held each other close as we had so many times in the past, you suddenly lifted your lips to mine and kissed me. It was not as much of a surprise, but it still shook me profoundly. Even now, I can still feel your soft lips pressing against mine, feel the thin film of your cherry-flavored lip gloss left behind as a sweet-tasting souvenir of that moment. I can still feel your breasts pressing against me, still remember that for the first time, I truly noticed and recognized your feminine flesh. 

While there were no further kisses tonight, that one simple act has shaken me. I must admit to being torn: On the one hand, I have so long wanted for us to move to the next level, yet I do not know how to do this, as I would definitely be sailing in uncharted waters; on the other hand, the bond which you and I have shared for nearly twenty years is so intimate and profound that I want to never lose it for any reason. 

Perhaps now, my written words can help you to understand my tumultuous dilemma. As I realized a long time ago, the only girl I have ever truly wanted in my life is you, yet you have always been my "baby sister." Perhaps you can be both; perhaps our relationship can encompass both types of interaction without allowing either to suffer. I am certainly willing to be both "big brother" and lover for you, but is the risk worth taking? 

This is the quandary. Perhaps you share the same concerns. Perhaps you have at least the hint of an answer. Perhaps there is no true, viable solution. 

Perhaps we can search for a solution... together. 

Yours always, 

"Big brother"



To My Beloved - A Dream, A Fantasy



@angelface195 – all rights reserved

I am still with Kate and the Pres, but I've taken a break to write two things for someone special.

This is for ADM



We have been doing this dance of email and text and telephone calls for six months now and have been wanting and frustrated. Now it is time you decide and you ask me my schedule. I tell you and you send me a plane ticket to meet you in Paris, the city of lights. I am excited beyond belief. Five days before I see you my beloved. Five days before I am at last in your arms.

You tell me to pack a small bag with what I need for two days. You and I will shop for clothes once I get there. I argue, you tell me I will do what you want. I thank you. You say that's better. You are mine remember that. I am yours.

A car arrives to pick me up and take me to the Airport. I am beyond excited. I am leaving my life behind for a little while to finally meet you face to face. I know you. I've been talking to you for six months. I've been waiting for this day. I've shared with you my hopes, my dreams, my secrets, my fears, my life More than I have shared with others. You have done the same. We are countries apart, lives apart, worlds apart, but we have by some miracle, by the power of the almighty, by fate and chance we have found each other and I am on my way.

You text me. "Are you on the plane yet?" I am just getting on and I let you know. I am seated in first class and given a glass of champagne. I drink it and text you to let you know I'm on my way. For six hours we will not be speaking. I need the time to be calm. I can't wait.

When I arrive, I see you and my excitement is palpable. We have shared photos, we have spoken on the phone and I as I go through customs I am within reach of you. When we are finally face-to-face, you gently kiss my cheek. I want to wrap my arms around you, but I must wait. You take my bag and lead me to the car where the driver takes us to our hotel, our love nest for the next week. I am dressed in a flowing skirt with stockings and no panties as you instructed. All during the ride to the hotel, you play with me between my legs. You stroke me and tease me, but you refuse to kiss me. You want our first kiss to be memorable.

I am in heat, in need and in want of you, but you won't let me touch you. We reach our room and as you drop my bag, you push me against the wall. You capture my lips with yours and pull up my skirt touching my sex while you thrust your tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues dance the dance and I am soaking wet. I keep kissing you and my hands are in your curly hair. I want you here and now. I feel your erection. You want me too. You squeeze my breasts through my clothes and I want you licking my breasts, but then you still. You release me. "I want you to feed." You say. I am breathless. I manage to put myself together. I put the clothes away as you order food. We eat and talk of nothing and everything, the flight, how happy we are to see each other, but we can both feel our want and need.

After food, you inform me we are going shopping because we will be going out for dinner. We spend part of the day shopping for things you want me to wear. I want to shower with you, but you will not let me, not now but later. I shower and dress in a slinky dress that you have chosen for me with heels.

Around my neck you put a necklace; a small gift. You say to me, "You are mine. I claim you now and always. You are mine." Gently you kiss my neck. Taking my hand, we leave. We have dinner at the hotel. The food is good and we talk. You rub my leg and kiss my hand. We are in Paris, we are in love, we are together.

When dinner and dessert is done you say to me, 'It is time" and we return to our suite. In the bedroom, you undress me. I blush when I am naked with only the necklace on and you are staring at my body. You tell me to close my eyes and get on my knees. I do. "Open my love." I open my mouth and I hear you unzip your pants. "Keep your eyes closed my love. If you open them I will punish you."

I obey. I am trembling as you place yourself into my mouth. You move back and forth into my mouth. I reach up to touch you, you take my hands. "No my love, just your mouth. No touching yet." You take my hair in your hands and thrust into my mouth feeding me more and more of you. I am dripping. My eyes are closed but I want to see you. It is torture, It is heaven, It is you. "Open your eyes, my love and look at me." I continue to suck and slowly open my eyes and look at you standing above me. You watch as I suck and lick. You are large in my mouth; I love you in my mouth.

When you are at your peak, you stop my tongue and remove yourself from my lips. You reveal yourself to me and I am in awe of your penis. You help me up and to the bed and I lie down. My body is yours and you start by capturing my nipple into your mouth, and teasing it with your tongue while pulling on the other one. I am in need. I whisper to you, "Please Sir, please." You know I want you inside of me. You know this, but you deny me just yet as you trail kisses down my body sucking and licking until you reach my thighs. You open my legs and then I feel your tongue on me.

I almost come, but you still me. "You will come in my mouth and I will drink you. I will make you come again, then I will fuck you. You are mine." You tell me and you take my clit and lick it. I am so close, I want you. You keep up your attack and thrust a finger in me. I put my legs on your back, I am almost there. You take my clit and lick it bringing me to my climax. I scream your name and thrust forward. 

I am spent but you continue. It's been a long time for me so you want to give me pleasure. You reach up and play with my breasts as you continue to lick me. I want you inside me and I beg, but you keep licking and sucking. I am thrusting into your face and you grab my buttocks and pull me into your mouth. I am clawing at the sheets and you keep up your relentless attack until I come again.

Quickly you climb on top of me, your erection feels like an iron bar between my legs and I know it is time. I welcome you as you thrust all the way inside me. I gasp and claw at your back. Your lips press themselves to mine and you suck my tongue. You bite my lower lip gently and you whisper in my ear, "This is all I've ever wanted. It is you. I love you. I own you, you are mine, all mine." You keep thrusting inside of me and I am again close.

"You will not come until I tell you." You whisper and again capture my mouth. You bend down your head and suck my nipple. "I love you" I whisper. You smile at me and then I know you are ready. "Come for me my love." And I do meeting you thrust for thrust and feeling you come inside me. I am drained, I am spent. 

Your forehead presses against mine we are both drained and then you kiss my lips and roll away from me leaving me feeling empty.

From a side table you take out a ring, it is a promise ring. You place it on my finger and say to me, "Logistics mean nothing. We will make it happen. I will make sure you are safe and protected. You are mine. Our life together has begun. I am yours, I am here, I am home.

Our week together flies by and when I am on the plane returning home I stare at the ring and touch the necklace around my neck. I am yours, completely and utterly yours and you, my beloved are mine.

For my beloved.



To My Dearest Friend



To my dearest friend,

You have no idea of what it's like to not be touched or loved for so many years on end, and then have the one person you've loved since you were little come back into your life. And then to actually hear the words "I love you" after all this time. It's like sunshine has come back into your days, like the air has returned to your lungs, like maybe, just maybe, you might finally get to feel a man caress your back once more, run his hands through your hair, kiss you until you can't think, and do all those things to you that you've had to do for yourself for so long. So much time has gone by for me, I'd literally forgotten what it feels like to have someone else share in my ecstasy. You are the only one I ever really wanted to do that, and yet you're the one person who hasn't.

I miss you so much the littlest things bring you to mind and my body aches for you constantly, and yet it's never known more than a few of your kisses and some tentative gropes, first when we were young, and then again just a few months back. And all the while, I was hoping, praying, wishing, begging and pleading inside for more.

However, my fear at doing or saying anything that might break the fragile thread binding us together again also meant I couldn't tell you what I really wanted, afraid of losing what I had gained. And then, to find out your own fears of losing it, too, made you decide we can't be more than friends crushed my hopes, but not my love or my desperate desire to feel your bare skin on mine, to breathe you in, feel you inside me, taste you, be one with you until we both had cum so many times we could barely move. 

My body still yearns for you so much that my mind has tried to fill in the missing pieces, the secret desires fueling my fantasies now that's all I have left. And so, my dreams have become my life, where my heart now lives, keeping its secrets safe from you, so that you don't feel any pressure to give than you are able. But I can't help what my mind does with you -- it won't let you off the hook so easily. 

My nights are filled with thoughts of you stripping me bare, grabbing my hair, and forcing me to my knees. I long for you to have me suck your cock, feeling it fill my mouth, getting you so hot and hard you fuck my face until you can't help but cum in my throat. Then, I want you to tie me up and show me just what that whip you wear can really do on my fair bare skin, until I beg for mercy and possibly beyond. By now I'd be so wet and desperate, I'd do just about anything for you. (Actually I've been that desperate this whole time...) I'd be begging to be able to cum myself, either by my hand or by yours, or pleading to be fucked and fucked hard, anything just to have you on me or in me, to feel you up against me. I'd want it in my hot juicy pussy or in my tight ass, whichever you desire, just as long as it was you fucking me, pinning me down with those strong hands, that tight body, taking what you want, filling me with your cum. 

For you're the only one I've ever wanted to fuck me and use me like that, over and over. No one else has ever made me want him the way I want you -- I get wet and slippery inside just thinking about your voice, your lips, your eyes, your hands, your chest, your back, your cock. Imagining it's you at night while I entertain myself (wishing you were fucking me or licking my clit or spanking me or even having you watch as someone else did that to me) has made me cum longer and harder than I ever thought possible, to the point of covering the sheets with my pussy's pleasures in an ever increasing pool between my legs. But once the cumming starts, the hand tends to stop or to pull the toy away, so I know I've been missing out on being able to feel what's really possible when there's 2 doing the pleasing instead of 1. I can only imagine what it would be like to have you do that for me, someone who won't stop once I started. 

To have it be you, the one person I've ever loved, would truly be heaven, but I guess it's not meant to be. But if I can't have you, I'll just stick with myself as I have for so long -- sex just for the sake of sex doesn't just have the appeal it once might have had, especially now that you're back in my world, even if it's only as a friend. You've ruined me that way. At least I still get to hear your voice on the phone every once in awhile, and maybe we'll see each other again down the road here and there, spending time doing the things friends do with each other... In the meantime, you have and will always have my love, my longings and my dreams...ahhh, my dreams...

Me



To My Future Husband



To my future husband:

I can't wait to make love to you. I can't wait to kiss your lips like there's no tomorrow. The feeling of your wet lips pursed on mine, your tongue prodding my lips, dancing with mine, your hands on my face and all over my body, you simply being so close to me, finally skin on skin.. This will surely make me moan, gasp, and mewl in your mouth, make me writhe all over you, while I suck and nibble at your lips because being with you just feels SOOOOO good...I know I'd run out of breath just from kissing you slowly, my heart would beat so fast it would feel like it's about to explode. I'd be tingling all over my body and be so sensitive simply by having your body next to mine, that I can't even fathom how it would feel when you kiss me on my neck, when you suck my tits, when your mouth trails down my body.. I cannot even comprehend how good you would make me feel when you kiss me while your hand touches me down there.. I know I would explode just having your fingers stroke me, flick me, push in and out of me until I cum. I would be screaming, being in the mercy of your fingers.. I know you would be enough to make me feel so good that I would squirt, something I've never gotten myself to do before.

I want to kiss you all over your neck, let you hear my moans and gasping, let you know how good you're making me feel.. I want to let you feel how wet you have made me.. I can't wait to see you get so hard for me. I want to hump on your stomach, on your crotch, on your hard dick.. I want to make your cock wet with my dripping pussy.. I want you to feel how hot and wet my pussy is on your purple head, I want you to have a feel of how tight I am down there.. I want to tease and please myself with your cock until I cum, and I want you to hear and feel every bit of it.. 

I want to suck on your neck, lick and nibble at your nipples, and see how sensitive they are when I suck them.. I want to finally get to touch your hard cock and balls, all wet with my juices, and stroke it up and down slowly but tightly while I kiss your lips.. I want to tease you to no end, I want to make you feel so good. I want to let my mouth travel down your body, kiss you all over your crotch, kiss you near your balls, and just tease the surrounding areas with my fingers and with my mouth. I want to kiss your balls, kiss your dick slowly starting from the base, lick your slit when I get to the top. I can't wait to lick all over the head of your cock, I can't wait to flick the underside of your hard dick—up, down, circular, and in all possible directions. I can't wait to suck your cock, suck as much as I can get in my mouth. I cannot wait til I get to suck you long and hard, moaning on your cock while looking in your eyes, because I desperately want to please you so badly, and make you feel so good. Oh I hope I can make you feel soo soo good, as good as you'll make me feel.. I cannot wait until I make you cum inside my mouth, I cannot wait to swallow all of it with your dick still inside me and then lick you clean. Oh my gosh, that would make me feel so hot and horny that I might just cum with you, even without me touching myself.

I want to make you hard again with my hands and with my mouth, but I especially hope you would get hard again just by being with me too. I hope you would kiss me back relentlessly, I hope you would tease me just as I have done to you. I hope you would lick me down there, all over, in and out, and just everywhere.. I hope you would suck on the entrance of my tight pussy, suck on my pussy lips, while your hands play with my tits and my clit. Most especially, I hope you would suckle on my clit however you would want, while you flick it with your tongue simultaneously. My goodness, I would cum so hard I'd be trembling forever, and I want you to watch me writhe in pleasure and see what you're doing to me..

I want to be on top for you for my first time. I know it might hurt for a bit when I finally let you take me, but I'm sure I would be so hot and wet, I might not even really tell the difference. I want to slide my pussy along your hard dick once again, and I will slowly, torturously, let you in my tight virgin pussy. I know that I would probably cum just by feeling you entirely inside me. I want to savor that feeling, grind myself on top of you in all directions, and make myself cum with your long and hard cock. 

I cannot wait til you finally take over. I cannot wait until you fuck me torturously, passionately, over and over again from behind, on the wall, while standing up, just in all possible positions. You would make me cum so hard so many times, that everybody will know your name for miles.

I will make love to you hard with such wild abandon. I hope you last longer, or at least not get so sensitive so easily because I want to make passionate love to you for many, many hours..

I don't care how much experience you have, I don't care if you have none (I have none either!). This fantasy of mine is what making love truly looks like. The mere fact that I love you, that I married you, the love of my life and that I get to spend my forever with you, that I'll finally be yours to take after I've saved myself for so long: that's enough for me to make all this come true. 

I'm saving myself for you my future husband. I don't know who you are yet but I can't wait to meet you, I can't wait to be yours. I can't wait to get the chance to love you with all of my heart. I can't wait to realize and find out that you love me too. I can't wait to give you my heart, I can't wait to get married to you, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and have a beautiful family with you. I just can't wait to be yours.



To My Husband



This is a letter to my darling husband. Because much as I love you and adore you and would like to be fucking you every chance I get, you have got absolutely no clue what I want and what I need. I have run out of ideas of how to introduce you to the wonderfully magical world of sex. Maybe someday I will have the courage to show you this letter . . . 

It is quite simple, actually. I don't need an expensive dinner with candlelight and ridiculously over priced wine. I don't need the world's longest and thickest cock. I need you. 

I need you to trail a line from my cheek bone down my jaw, circling my neck, tucking my long black hair behind my ear. I need you to stare deep into my big brown eyes and tell me how much and badly you want me. I need you to take my shoulder firmly in your hand when you lean in to give me soft butterfly kisses on my lips. Grabbing me by both my shoulders, pulling me closer, crushing my soft breasts against your hard chest, and passionately kissing me. Holding my head in your one hand to guide me into your fiery kisses, your other hand runs up and down my arm, circling my shoulder, teasing my nipples by running down my chest but refusing to give me the pleasure of actually touching them. Wet your one finger and draw a line down my neck, your hot wet mouth following closely. Unbuttoning my blouse as you move down, still evading my nipples. Pulling my blouse off my shoulders, trapping my arms, your fingers now circle my breast closer, nearer to my nipple. I am squirming with the pleasures that I hope are to follow.

And I am not disappointed. Pulling my breast out of the bra, you take my right nipple in your mouth, gently twirling your tongue around my erect nipple, and sliding it softly into your mouth . . . it makes me go wild. I am trying to escape from my blouse that is trapping me. I can feel hot tingles of pure lust shooting from that nipple in your mouth down my belly, swirling in my pussy. Your tongue still working its magic on my nipple, you grab my slender wrists in your hands and force my arms up and above my head, popping the few buttons still left on my blouse. 

My breasts are free, but I am still in your power. You push me unto my back, now holding both my wrists in your one hand, the other hand unclasping my lacy purple bra, setting both breasts free. The cold night air brushing over my erect nipples makes me gasp with pleasure. Once again taking that right nipple in your mouth, god if you do that I can believe in nipple induced orgasms, your one hand still holding my arms above my head, your other hand sliding slowly down my body. I am squirming, trying to buck my body to push my pussy into your hand. 

In one smooth motion you let go of my arms and nipple, grabbing hold of my hips you start kissing my belly. You unzip my pants; I lift my hips so you can pull it and the panties off. I wiggle out of my clothes while you are still holding unto my hips. Your kisses resumed and now tracing lower, down, oh shit no you are teasing me again, licking the soft smooth inside of my thigh, nibbling your way closer. I try to push your head where I want it, but you're not having yourself guided tonight. The sheer thought of you taking over the love making session sends spasms of pleasure racing through my body. I submit by tracing my fingers through your hair, moaning with ecstasy as your mouth kisses closer to my pussy and you finally give my now very aroused clit a quick lick. This makes me shudder with delight. 

You let go of my hips, your fingers tracing light circles on my silky skin. I love that feeling of your rough skin against my smoothness. Your tongue gently working on my clit, you insert one finger into my wetness. My pelvis bucks with the tingle just that one finger sends through my body. My pussy is oozing sweet nectar into your mouth and you insert another finger. Hot wet mouth still sucking at my clit, you slowly start to finger fuck me. I throw my head back and let your mouth and fingers take me to higher pleasures. You can tell by the totally glazed look in my eyes that I am very much enjoying myself, your fingers increase their speed, dipping in and out. I am starting to moan that I can not possibly take much more of this; I want your rock hard cock fucking me in my wet pussy. 

And I tell you that, I scream that at you between moaning your name as the first wave of my orgasm starts washing over me. Your mouth now sucking harder on my clit, working me up into a total frenzy, inserting a third finger . . . oh shit oh shit! I throw my head back as my body convulses in the biggest orgasm you have ever given me, wave after wave of fiery hot pleasure shooting from my wet pussy in all directions of my body. I scream your name once more as I cum in your mouth, over your fingers, every muscle in my body clenching, trying to hold on to the pleasure you are giving for just a little bit longer. With a groan I slump back, my body relaxes and you softly kiss my totally spent cunt, your fingers now very gently just stroking my thighs. 

If you would do that, just once even, I would blow your mind with the things I would do for you. I would obey your every command, and give you enough pleasure to rock your world right of its tracks. 

But you'll never know.



To My Limits and Beyond



I met Alexandra in one of the night-clubs I use to go to. She caught my attention immediately, as much because of the confident manner with which she carried herself as her tall, slim, athletic hourglass figure, long straight brunette hair, big green eyes and stunning face. We chatted, flirted and danced the first few times I saw her, but she left without me.

One night we were engaged in conversation at the night-club. With the music volume, this was only possible by speaking into each other's ear with only two or three inches of separation. This occasionally led to her firm breasts brushing against my chest, separated only by my cotton T-shirt and her silk blouse. To my delight, the conversation turned to sex, and then kinky sex.

She gently grabbed my waist and pressed her breasts into my chest and her lips to my ear and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you are a man who likes to be dominated by a woman. Am I right?" Then she pulled back and stared into my eyes while rubbing her pelvis back and forth against mine.

I knew I couldn't lie to her if I wanted to. "Yes, that has always been a fantasy of mine," I said.

"Entirely unfulfilled fantasy?" she asked.

"Well, I've had a little from girlfriends."

"Do tell."

"Some CFNM. Some spanking, belting and caning. Some light bondage with ice cubes and candle wax."

"And ballbusting?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted. 

"And all this excites you?"

"Hell yes! Way more than vanilla sex!"

"And satisfies you?"

"Ye-es..uh," She just raised an eye-brow. "Mostly they haven't really been into it. They were doing it because I ask them to. That doesn't really make me feel dominated, even if I'm in bondage and they are crushing my balls while ordering me to lick their pussy. I'd like someone to push me to my limits. I haven't had that."

Alexandra pressed her whole body against mine and pressed her lips to my ear again. "What about beyond your limits?"

I gasped involuntarily. After a few seconds, I said, "Yes, I think that would be the ultimate thrill. A woman, thinking only about her own desires, knowingly taking me beyond my limits. That would make me feel thoroughly used. I would love that!"

"I can do that for you," she said, "but we should have a safe word."

I was so enthralled at this point that I rejected sanity. "No! That would ruin everything!"

Alexandra pulled away and smiled at me. Then she picked up my phone from our table and dialled a number. She let it ring once and then erased the number from my history. She set the phone down, turned around and walked away. I stayed at the table for 15 minutes, but she never returned. I was turned on to the extreme, but I had no interested in hitting on any of the hotties in the night-club. All I could think about was Alexandra and what she might do to me. I had two more drinks and headed home.

I had just gone to bed when I got an SMS ordering me to come to a hotel room. It was within walking distance of my apartment, so I quickly dressed and dashed over there.

When I got to the room the interior lock was set to hold the door ajar. I knocked gently. There was no response. I knocked more forcibly. Still no response. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. It locked behind me. Alexandra was standing across the room from me dressed as she was in the club staring at me. I ran towards her and seized her kissing her forcibly only to find her tongue penetrating my mouth just as hard. She grabbed my wrists and pushed them down to her hips and then up under her silk blouse to her breasts. While I fondled her breasts roughly, she grabbed the hem of her blouse and stripped it off over her head. She grabbed my ass in one hand and my cock, which was already fully erect, in the other. After some fondling she worked her hands up my torso to my biceps, took a firm grip on each of them and then kneed me in the balls with all her strength.

I collapsed on the ground in the foetal position clutching my testicles. Quickly, she attached handcuffs to one of my wrists, then pulled both of my wrists behind my back and cuffed them together. I was too stunned to resist.

She produced a Kukri knife with a 10" blade and pushed it down the waste band of my pants with the sharp side away from me. With one effortless slice she slit my pants from waste to cuff. The knife must be razor-sharp. With three more slices, my pants and shirt were rags and I was completely naked.

She ordered me to lie on my back and spread my legs. She took aim at my balls and kicked them on an arc that took her toes through my balls without contacting my pelvis. I instinctively try to protect myself with my knees and she scolded me to prevent me from doing so. She alternated between kicking my balls and pushing her toe and heal into my cock and balls. She made me get on my knees with my face on the floor, kicked me in the balls and penetrated my ass with her stilettos.

She put me over her knee and gives me a good spanking while stroking my cock with the other hand. I was close to cuming at least three times. She seems to recognise this and controlled it by releasing my cock and savagely pounding my ass.

Then she put me on my back and put her nipple in my mouth. She said, "Suck on in gently...[Evil laugh]... no matter what." Then she kneed me in the balls over and over again. It took considerable concentration to maintain gentle suckling through the pain of each blow to my testicles.

She straddled by face and ordered me to lick her cunt. I eagerly complied. She enjoyed that for about a minute and then called me a pussy for yielding so easily. 

She turned around facing my cock, put her ass in my face and ordered me to lick. I turned my head to the side and said, "No! I don't want to do this."

She pounded both of her fists into my balls with all her strength three times. "It is too late for that. You asked me to take you beyond your limits. Beyond you shall go. I already have your consent."

I tentatively started to rim her. She wasn't satisfied, so she squeezed my balls. It wasn't long before I was enthusiastically tonguing her anus. After a few minutes, she came and rolled over beside me.

She lied beside me for about a minute, then looked at me smiling. She reached for my cock and stroked it. "That was very nice," she said. "You've earned a blind folded blow job." I smiled back. "Unless you would prefer a blow job without a blindfold?" I nodded. She got up and walked across the room. She returned with a riding crop. "Just 20 lashes with this and you will have earned an unblindfolded blow job."

This had me trembling because I wasn't sure I could take any more pain. "No Mistress. I'd prefer the blindfold." She smiled and dropped the riding crop. 

She asked, "Women have given you blow jobs before?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I want you to honestly tell me how this one compares." 

She blindfolded me. She grabbed my cock and stroked it gently. I felt her full lips tenderly kiss my erect glans. She ran her lips down the ventral side of my cock and back up. Then she took me into her mouth and deep throated me, touching my balls with her lips. She withdrew and flicked her tongue at my glans and then down my cock to my balls. She sucked my balls into her mouth and gently chewed on them. She slided her finger into my anus and massaged my prostate. She ran her lips back up my cock and stroked me with her hand. "Is this as good as what other women have given you?" she asked.

"Way better!" I said. "You are the Maestro of the cock!!"

"How is it better?" she asked.

"You know what turns me on! You know how to get me off! You know my cock better than I do!

"Will you be just as turned on with the same stimulation again?"

"Again! And Again! And again!!!" I shouted.

"Then you are truly a faggot!" she says. I'm confused because every other time she spoke, she lifted her mouth from my cock first. This time she was still sucking my cock and talking clearly at the same time. She pulled the blindfold off. She was beside me grinning and there was a young fit man wearing a leather mask sucking my cock. 

"What? No! I thought it was you," I protested.

"You said it was better than any woman and you would always be turned on by it. You are a faggot!"

"No!"

"Gimp. Let him go. Look. You are much harder now than before I pulled off the blindfold." She was right. My head was bulging hard and I was standing way above horizontal. "If you can enjoy this more than women, why deny yourself?" I was speechless, but I didn't get any softer. I was close to cuming and let my head roll back. Alexandra noticed this and kicked me hard in the balls from behind ruining my orgasm. 

When I recover from her blow, I roll up on my knees with my hands still cuffed behind my back. "Please let me go now," I begged.

"Not so fast," she said. "The Gimp gave you a blow job. You owe him." 

"What? No!" I protested. "I'm not into guys! I'm straight!"

"You're straight?" she asked. "Prove it." She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. I lapped it up for all I was worth. "Yes you are straight. That is good. If you were gay, I wouldn't get turned on by seeing you sucking cock!" She tightened her grip on my hair with one hand, stepped aside and shoved the Gimp's cock in my mouth with the other.

I twisted my head to the side to get the Gimps cock out of my mouth despite the pain of her pulling my hair. "No!" I cried. "I'm not into guys. I don't suck cock!"

"No you're not," she said, "but you do for me now." She let go of the Gimp's cock and grabbed my balls. She squeezed my balls and pushed my head onto his cock. I kept my lips closed against his erect head. She squeezed my balls hard and asked, "Fuck! It's just a piece of skin. Is it really worth getting castrated for?" I still kept my lips closed against his thrusts. "Look," she said more tenderly. "It really turns me on seeing straight guy doing for me what they would never do other wise. Do it for me. Besides..." she squeezes my balls really hard for about 10 seconds. "You really have no choice."



I reluctantly opened my lips. He savagely thrust his cock into my mouth. 

"Back off both of you," she said. "Now tenderly kiss his glans." I did. "Run your lips from base to tip. Now suck his balls into your mouth." I hesitate and she squeezes my balls until I comply. "Swirl his balls with your tongue," she ordered. "Now run your tongue from taint to tip. Now suck him hard and fast. Go deeper! Open your throat." I almost gagged. I pulled away when I taste vomit in the back of my throat. She squeezed my balls, pulled my hair and insisted that I continue. She stroked my cock and told me how much it turned her on seeing a straight man going down on a guy like this, how powerful it made her feel. She stroked my rigid cock with one hand and pushed a lubricated finger up my ass. After a minute or two she added a second, then a third, eventually a fourth. Having my cock fondled is usually more than I can handle. Now at the same time, I was having my ass violated for the first time and an unfamiliar organ responding to my caresses. I was way beyond thinking or reacting.

She let go of me and stood beside the Gimp so I could see her don a strap-on dildo. All I could do is open my eyes wide. She walked behind me and violated my ass. The Gimp synchronised his thrusts with hers.

After a few minutes, she told the Gimp to switch positions. When she pushed the dildo in my face, I could see my own shit on it. I couldn't accept that! She slapped the dildo against my cheeks smearing shit on them. I didn't yield. She said to the Gimp, "Ram him hard." The Gimp did so. He is quite a bit bigger that her dildo and it hurt. I gasp and she seized the opportunity to stuff the dildo into my mouth.

After a few minutes of rhythmic thrusting the Gimp begged, "Please may I cum Mistress?" 

"No you may not," she said. He withdrew from me immediately.

"Get on your hands and knees, Gimp," she ordered. She took an anal syringe and fills his ass with lube. She grabs me by the hair and balls and pulls me over to his ass.

I pleaded, "No! I can't!"

She releases my hair and grabbed my cock, which is rock hard. "Oh?" she says. "This tells me you can and want to." She squeezed my balls and pushed me into the Gimp. He started thrusting his ass onto my cock. Soon I yielded to her and matched his thrusts. I came deep inside the Gimp. I stayed in him until I went limp and then withdrew collapsing beside him, physically, emotionally and spiritually spent.

She sat down beside me and released my cuffs. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

There is no way I could deny it. "Absolutely," I said.

"Because you discovered you were gay," she asked.

My eyes widen. "No!" I protested. "I'm straight! I enjoy female domination. You gave me the ultimate. That's why I enjoy it!"

"I'm glad you are satisfied," she said. "Am I your Mistress?" 

"You know you are... Mistress."

"And you will do anything for me?"

After what I've done, I can't imagine what I wouldn't do. "Of course Mistress."

She walked over to a closet and got a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt for me. "Very well. Be on your way," she commanded. I donned the clothes, picked up my shredded pants, and moved towards the door. She used both hands to smack me on the ass with the riding crop. "You were about to leave me to pay your debts! The Gimp hasn't been paid! If you don't, I will have to."

"I'm sorry Mistress." I fumble for my wallet and pull out $100. She smacked me again with the riding crop.

"The Gimp doesn't want money. He wants to get off!" she said. "You came twice. He never did."

"Okay," I said reluctantly. "I will do this for you."

"No," she said. "I want you to do this for you. Let me show you that you are free." She went over to a shelf where there is a tablet computer propped on its edge. She pulled out an SD card from the tablet and handed it to me. "I only recorded this with one camera. This is the only hold I have over you. Leave and go back to your life as it was. Nothing that has happened tonight will affect that life. Leave and that door is closed to you forever. Or stay. The benefits will be immeasurable. But stay of your own free will because you want to. You want to please me, and that should be part of your motivation, but stay because you want to." 

I stood there with gaping jaw for, I don't know how long. My life had been sexually, pretty boring so far. This was the most exiting thing that had ever happened to me by a long shot. I looked at the Gimp, naked and erect. What I felt frightened me. I looked at my Mistress. Under her stern gaze, I fell to my knees. The Gimp rushed forward and thrust his cock into my face. I wanted to punch his balls or bite his cock off, but I didn't. I looked up to my Mistress's eyes and knew what I had to do. I grabbed his balls with my right hand and plunged my mouth over his cock. I was able to open my throat. I bobbed up and down on his cock vigorously, but it didn't seem to be enough. I set the SD card on the floor between his feet. With the freed left hand I thrust my index finger into his anus and massaged his prostate. 

"May I cum Mistress?" he said.

"No," she said. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from me. Then she grabbed him by the cock, pointed it into my face and stroked him frantically. "Now you may cum." He did immediately and sprayed thick globs of seamen all over my face. She knelt down beside me and scraped the seaman off my face and into my mouth with her fingers. "Now you are truly mine," she said. This made me feel very satisfied. 

When she was done, I remembered the SD card that I set on the floor, but it was no where to be found.



To My Little Fish



Dearest Little Fish,

You are, and always will be, the most amazing girl. I will never forget you.

You told me once that your mom still had a lot of her old love letters from when she was a teenager. That's a treasure. There's nothing I can keep, because you and I were a secret.

We had love letters, cards from birthdays and Valentines, lots of little notes we gave each other...and then there were the pictures we took. Ones we sent to each other by phone or email, and the ones we took when we were together.

Those pictures were the best ones. Two smiling, happy people, that were so much in love. Two heads tilted together, smiling, two people kissing...all those are gone now. All I have are memories.

So, I write this. I share my memories with the world. Barring some catastrophic doomsday where all digital data is erased from the earth, this document will live on. Long after I will be able to remember details, long after we both are gone, there will be people who can read this, and know that there was once a couple that was very much in love, and wanted to be together forever.

Here are just a few of the things that I remember...

Telling each other secrets that no one else had ever been told.

The first time we met at the park, you looked up at me, and you kissed me. From that moment on, you had my heart.

Secret meetings at the fallen tree in the woods.

Playing pool in Yahoo Messenger, and drawing really odd, childish pictures, like llamas going shopping and eating sushi, and Chuck Norris saving baby turtles.

Your birthday cupcake, with the Batman ring, and I sang happy birthday to you in the car.

Sneaking off with our mutual friend for a drive to the beach, and you falling asleep on the way back. I stroked your hair all the way back and held you.

Cleaning the old house. On cold days we ran the space heater and you huddled so close to it I thought you'd light your clothes on fire.

Antonio Banderas. I'm sorry, but he always loved me more, I don't care what you say.

Your childish delight when you saw 3 or 4 cars of the same color in a row, or chasing ducks that you could never catch.

Slow dancing with you and singing softly in your ear.

Comic books, and purple dragons, and spoon rings.

Walking back to the car in a downpour so bad that I bought you dry clothes at another store.

A thrift store bear named Sunflower.

Drawing with chalk on the dashboard of your car.

That green and white bikini. You looked amazing. We decided the ocean was mad at us, because it was beating the crap out of us as we walked out of it.

Kisses in the rain.

World Market, and Smarties.

Touring the historic house and misbehaving upstairs.

The blue tie-dyed dress I bought you, when you thought the sales clerk was flirting with me.

Watching your face light up when I called you Baby.

Slowing down at the curve, every night, to get one more kiss before we said goodnight.

Rescuing kittens from cardboard boxes in parks.

Picnics with fruit, cheese, and pita bread.

Walking through expensive neighborhoods and critiquing the houses.

The 4th of July. We made dinner, watched movies, and made memories.

Walking back from the beach and getting lost for an hour and a half. It wasn't scary; walking around strange neighborhoods in the dark. When you're holding hands with someone you love, it's an adventure.

The night at the water park, with funnel cakes.

Hours of Star Trek on Netflix.

The one Christmas we had together. If I could keep any one picture, it'd be the one we took in front of our tree. You looked so happy.

Falling asleep in each others' arms after making love.

So many movies, and buying candy and drinks at the drugstore to sneak in under my jacket, and in your purse.

A promise/engagement ring made from a twisted paper drinking straw wrapper.

Walking past the tattoo place and wondering if your dad was in there.

The Thai restaurant, and walking around afterward, holding hands.

Bringing you a giraffe when you were in the hospital.

We made plans for our future. We planned our wedding, and picked out names for our not-yet-conceived children.

You were queen of the goats, and I was king of the llamas.

Pigs that spoke French and said moo, and cows that spoke Spanish and said oink.

I was your Big Fish, and you were my Little Fish.

The Wishing Square by the river. I hope all your wishes came true.

Every night, my last words to you, "Sleep Well, Beautiful Angel."

I've learned that you never really "get over" someone after a breakup. There's never a time when you're 100% okay. It just fades, a little at a time, and hurts less and less. The more time passes, the better things get. A new partner can be a help, and a distraction, but the old love is always there. It doesn't stop, it doesn't lessen. It just doesn't surface as often, and eventually it doesn't tear at you, it just aches. As far as I know, the ache never goes completely away.

I love you, Little Fish. Time may take specific memories away, but I will always remember you.

You have an entire lifetime ahead of you. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.

It's said that you never forget your first love. You said I was yours. I find comfort in that.

I wish you all the happiness you can make for yourself.



To My Lover



To My Lover,

Hi there sexy. I can’t wait ‘til I see you in 2 weeks. I’ve been thinking about what I’d love to do to you once you arrive. Do you want a detailed plan that I’ve been going over in my mind? If not and you want the thrill of the surprise, don’t read any further…. Still with me? That’s what I thought. You were always the type to peak at Christmas presents, weren’t you?

Well, first things first, I want to kiss you, mouth open and a little tongue. I’ll be wearing my cherry lip-gloss that you love so much. Would you mind if I nibbled on your ear and ran my fingers through your hair? While we kiss, I’d run my hands all over you body, top of the shirt, under the shirt, my nails tracing softly yet firmly down your back. At this point your hands better be stroking my body as well. You know how I like it when you caress my breasts and tug at my nipples. If you suck on the nipples too, I’ll let out a moan. Then, I’d take a finger and run it down the front of your chest to the waistband of your boxers, slipping it right under the band, no further. Running my finger right underneath the waistband, you’re erection would grow, making an impressive bulge in your pants. I’d continue with this until you were moaning with need for me to move my hand deeper into your boxers. But instead, I’d take my hand back. 

Then, standing on tiptoes, I’d whisper into your ear, “Strip me.” You’d take off my shirt and unhook my out of place bra. I’d be wearing the white lacy one just for you -- you know the one that cups my 36 C tits perfectly, with a hint of my pink nipples showing. With my breasts free of their restraints completely, would you mind reaching down and fondling them again? And, you’d want to suck on my nipples again, right? You do love making me moan… Then, to tease me like I was just teasing you, you’d slowly unbutton my jeans, sliding them seductively down my hips and long legs. Clad only in a pair of white cotton panties, I’d step toward you. 

My turn to remove your clothes. I’d tug your shirt off and make a trail of kisses down your chest until I got to your pants. As I’m on my knees, I’ll unbutton your pants and slide them down. Your bulge clearly evident through your boxers will make my mouth water with anticipation. Deciding that I can wait no longer, I’ll pull your boxers down and engulf your cock in my mouth. I’ll swirl my tongue around the tip of your monster of a dick and cup your balls with one hand. At that point, I’ll take the other hand and begin stroking the part of your cock that I can’t fit in my mouth. It’s really big you know. 

We should measure it one of these days. It’s just that every time I see it, I just want to stick it in me, anywhere, just in me. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, sucking and licking the entire length of your shaft. Then, I’ll feel your balls start to tighten, signaling that I’m about to get a taste treat. As I bob my head up and down the extent of your cock faster and faster, I’ll look up to see you looking down, watching my red lips encircling your tool. You’ll moan and let loose the flood of cum into my mouth, all the while with me looking up, swallowing, and sucking until you go soft. 

Now, I think at this point we should move some place a little more comfortable for the remainder of the evening. After all, I plan to fully enjoy all forms of carnal pleasure. It’ll have been two weeks, and the vibrator just isn’t the same as you. The bed upstairs in the master bedroom sounds good to me, how about you? I knew you would agree. I’ll take your hand and lead you up the stairs, my ass swinging in front of your face, still wrapped in cotton panties. However, there’ll be a little wet spot where my cunt is leaking its juices. 

At that sight, you’ll start to regain the hardness you had only moments before. By the time we reach the bedroom, your cock will be in full attention and my cotton panties getting on your nerves. With out any hesitation, you’ll pull off the flimsy material while at the same time dump me into bed. You know I love it when you get all rough with me! Wanting to return the favor I invoked downstairs, you’ll spread my legs and move closer to my shaved pussy. Your fingers will trail up my thighs to my puffed up lips, spreading them as well.

My wetness will gleam in the low lighting of the bedroom and you’ll lower your face to my pussy, your tongue slowly licking the entire length of my slit, ending right before my clit. Over and over you’d lick my pussy, tempo increasing each time. The clit you’d ignore, driving me closer and closer to the edge, but not quite there. Finally, when I feel as though I might burst, you’d take that little red knob in your mouth to suck on, and shove two fingers into my juicy cunt at the same time. I’d scream and moan with an orgasm, thrashing all over the bed.

I’d quickly recover from my orgasm and kiss you passionately, our tongues entwined. I’d then guide your throbbing hard-on into my tight cunt. In and out, in and out, you’d pump as my breasts bounced back and forth. My moans would continue to grow louder and you’d pump faster to meet them. In and out, in and out, oh the thought is exquisite! While I write this, I must confess, my pussy is soaking wet. Just the thought of you going in and out, in and out, ohhh, I need you in me right now! We’ll both draw close to orgasming at the same time. You’ll pound harder as your balls begin to tighten and my back will arch up to meet you. Ohhhh!! We’ll climax together, your and my cum mixed, leaking out of my very well fucked pussy. Content for the moment, you and I will lie upon my bed, wrapped in each other’s arms as we drift off to sleep…

Doesn’t it all sound like so much fun! God, I can’t wait until you get here. Please hurry!

Love,
Me

P.S. After writing this, I'm sorry, but I have to use the vibrator again. Unless you can get here quicker...



To My Lover



I'm glad you've been thinking about me. I've been thinking about you. Me in thonged panties and short t-shirt. You behind me, laying down. Spooning. Soft touches that barely brush the skin. Feeling your warmth against my back and your breath against my neck - telling me how wonderful I feel. The hair on your legs slightly tickling the back of my thighs. But the warmth, oh the warmth. Your hands running over my smooth skin - up a leg to the thigh, over the belly and up to my breasts. 

Cupping both hands around each breast and a thumb for each nipple. Rubbing and caressing - softly and slowly. We've got all the time in the world. Pushing my ass back against your body. I love the feel of your cock growing against my ass. A sweet kiss on the neck. I look over my shoulder at your smiling face. One, simple, reassuring smile. I bask in the comfort of your arms. Your loving embrace - I feel safe and comforted. The only movement comes from your hands and your mouth. You lightly kiss up the back of my neck. And to the side. 

That dip where my shoulder meets my neck. Yeah, that's the spot. Mmm... goosebumps. A quiet moan with a child-like giggle. It doesn't matter *where* we are, just as long as you're this close to me. Your tongue traces my earlobe and finds that curve of my jawbone. Your hands explore every dip and curve of my body. Such a soft touch. Moving up my body to let a finger find my lips. Sliding a finger tip over my closed lips. I kiss, lick and take it in my mouth. But only briefly. 

Your finger now moist with my saliva slides over my chin and down my neck. Putting your arms around me. Just a little squeeze. I feel that you're quite hard now. I move my back against you. It forces your intensity into me and your cock slides between my ass to find the back of a black, satin thong. My hand reaches back to your thighs. Caressing the backs of them. Then higher to find your ass. Even higher and I find the waistband to your shorts. A thumb explores the elastic and slowly I slide them down. A little help from you and they're off. 

The head of your cock glides back and forth over my crack. Does that silky satin feel good against your bare manhood? Your hand slips under my shirt and you assist me in removing it. Ahh... the sensation of your hairy chest against my bare back give me goosebumps again. So nice. Your finger tips walk down my side until you reach the warmth of my inner thighs resting tightly together. I relax them. Your hand finds one of the warmest places on my body. The caressing has become harder. A squeeze of my thigh and a soft bite on my back. 

Your lips trace my shoulders. Your mustache tickling my back as you kiss whatever your mouth comes in contact with. You press your body against me. Could we get much closer? The back of my form molds itself against the front of yours. We don't ever have to move. I don't ever want to. Each stroke of your hand makes me wetter. Our breathing goes from relaxed to passionate. Every warm, moist breath you exhale onto my skin brings me closer to desire. You finally sneak a finger or two underneath my panties. You discover that I'm dripping. A finger teases my clit. In the midst of my heavy, yet steady, breath I moan. Softly. A low quiet growl blended perfectly with a feminine groan. I can feel your eyes staring at my white skin. The stare that burns a hole into my soul. Your attention moves from my sweet, moistness to the curves of my hips. Eventually finding my ass. 

Making a trail of wetness over my skin with your fingertips. They gently pull the thong from my ass and down my smooth legs. In turn, you feel my panties sliding down your legs. You grab my thigh in the middle and lift it slightly. Just enough for you to slide into me. My tightness engulfs every inch of you. We don't even have to move much. You hold me tightly and we rock against each other. Our bodies making a wave that sends us both to the stars. 

The rhythm we create is sweeter than any song that could ever and has ever been written. I love the way your mouth has a tendency to find all the right places. My head tilts back and your hand finds my throat. Just a gentle squeeze, nothing much. Just enough to make my breathing harder. My body tenses against you and I explode with ecstacy. You make sure we don't break our bond by holding onto me with your strong arms. Never once breaking our rhythm. 

It's not the sex that makes you orgasm, it's the whole experience. And when you do, I cum with you. The combined muscle spasms of ther other's orgasm makes us both shutter with pleasure. When it's all over you don't remove your cock from my still dripping pussy. You just hold me, still exploring my flesh with your hands. I roll over and embrace you. I just look into your eyes and smile. Still as close to each other as when we started, your arms around me and my arms around you. We fall asleep together - face to face. Only to wake up together - face to face.



To My Lover



This was a sweet note I received to say “Sorry I had to go to work.” I hope it pleasures you the way it did me…

Hi. Work is sucking today. I'm really sleepy. I keep dozing off and dreaming about the morning I was picturing in my head from when we spoke the whole way to work. It was so damn cold when I got into the car this morning. I am so sick of the cold. 

All I could think about was climbing right back into bed and your warm sexy body pressed against mine. Running my hands all over you and slowly undressing you so our bodies could touch without any obstructions between us while kissing you deeply and thanking you for coaxing me to stay. 

Squeezing you close to me as I kiss your neck and gently nibble on your ear. A little bit of precum getting smeared on your belly as we squirm to get closer together. Your warm, moist pussy sliding around on my thigh as you wrap yourself around my leg and grind it. I tighten the muscle and grab your ass to add more pressure on your clit. You let out a moan into my ear and your fingernails dig slightly into my back. 

My cock somehow swells even larger from hearing your moan as I make my way to your nipple. With one hand I cup your breast while I roll my tongue around your nipple making it as hard as my dick. You reach in between us, grab my cock and gently stroke it up and down. I can't help let out a moan myself. 

Your legs still wrapped around my leg grinding those hips into me even harder. I make my way back to your lips. Our tongues dart around each other and I release your legs from mine and roll you onto your back. I replace my leg with my hand and with two fingers circle your clit. You are so warm and inviting that I want to slide my cock in there now, but your hand has me frozen in this position. I slowly make my way back down your body with my mouth, stopping to give your other breast the attention it deserves. All the way down your sexy stomach. 

As my mouth reaches your pussy I'm in no mood to tease you by stopping so I replace my two fingers with my tongue immediately. Your hand stops on my cock and you let out a loud moan. Your sweet taste and your now heavy breathing are driving me crazy. 

And then you squeeze my cock and pull it towards you as you take it right into your mouth. I want to explode all down your throat now, but just grab you ass and press your pussy on my face as my tongue swirls around in a frenzy. The sound of muffled moans from us both has me losing my mind. 

You wrap your legs around my head and start fucking my face. I'm so turned on that I start pumping myself in and out of your mouth. I can feel your body start to quiver, your legs tighten and your pussy starts throbbing. I can take no more, your orgasm sends me over the edge and I thrust myself into your mouth and shoot it down your throat. We squeeze each other until we relax and pause to catch our breath.

I turn around and kiss you deeply as your juices get rubbed all over both of our faces. My cock is in no mood to relax though and is still rock hard. I move over top of you our lips still sliding all over each other. I dip my hips down and the head slides right in, making me groan in delight. 

Two pumps is all it takes to get into your dripping pussy...all the way in. I hold it there and just circle my hips, pull my mouth from yours to breathe and look you in the eyes. I reach down and grab your legs and pull your ass up to me a little. I slide inside a bit further and I can feel the back of your pussy with the tip of my cock. 

You moan softly into my ear as I slowly start to pump you, making sure you get every inch inside you. You grab my ass and pull me closer trying to take in even more. I'm so excited I start giving it to you a little faster a little harder. Our lips lock again breaking only when you moan. 

Your body although limited in movement is arching itself toward me. I lean over and moan in your ear and ask if that feels good and you cannot reply, except for a loud moan as you cum all over my cock. I pick my head up to see your face as you lean your head back. Your head snaps back forward and you push me off of you straight back onto the bed. 

With your pussy still pulsing you place your hands on my chest and start riding me. Before I know what has happened you lean over and suck on my nipple still bouncing on me. I grab you hips and push you down on me as my hips thrust upward. Oh, god this is good. 

You lean over and kiss me and my hands move to your ass squeezing your cheeks as you fuck me. As much as I'd like to hold off and watch you cum again I can't. Your soaking wet pussy has me drenched. 

You sit up straight with your hands on my chest again and ask how I like that. I cannot reply. I simply reach up and grab your breasts and look into your eyes as I explode inside you as I fill you with my cum I can feel your pussy pulsing again and you erupt in orgasm. Our bodies slow down and we struggle to catch our breath. You lay down on my chest and I pull the blankets back over us.

Now that's how you spend a morning. This is the image I had in my mind all morning and If we were together this morning that's what would have happened after "can't you be late?" I've been so aroused all day it almost hurts in my jeans. I hope I can make it until we chat, but i don't know because I can't stop thinking about it. 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm........would you like a morning like that?



To My Lover



It was very late when I arrived home at last after a 20 hour flight from India, where I had been for the past month. I had been there to oversee the work of the charity which I represented, amongst the many disabled children and adults in the villages there. As I put my key in the lock I wondered if you would still be awake to enfold me in your loving arms after so long apart. But the house was in darkness as I opened the front door, the only light a small lamp on the hall stand, and In the pool of light at its base I saw a small envelope on which were inscribed just three words "To my lover".

Inside was a note which read, "Welcome home my darling, it is so good to have you back again. I have missed you so much, and I had so wanted to be there when you walked through the door, but I couldn't stay awake any longer. I have taken my mug of chocolate into the study, and when I have drunk it I shall go to bed to wait for you there. You will find bread and cheese on the table in the kitchen, and a bowl of soup in the microwave, but don't delay too long my dearest once you are refreshed. I do not want to wait a moment longer than necessary to hold you in my arms again. D xxx."

I parked my case at the foot of the stairs, hung up my coat and hat, and on a whim I quietly pushed open the door to the study in case you were still there. The vision of loveliness that I saw before me banished my hunger, and pushed all thoughts of sleep out of my mind, my tiredness forgotten.

You were lying back in an arm chair in front of the fire, an empty mug on the table at your side, and the book you had been reading lying on the floor where it had slipped from your fingers as you fell asleep, dreaming, perhaps, of me. Your lustrous dark hair cascaded down your shoulders, and loose tendrils caressed your naked breasts where your silk dressing gown had fallen open as you slept.

The glow from the embers bathed your body in a gentle orange light, the exquisiteness of your form just discernible, its greatest treasures hidden from my eager gaze, shrouded in shadow. I tiptoed across the room to put fresh logs on the fire, and as they caught alight, the beams from the flickering flames danced on the downy skin of your limbs, as if they too wished to possess your heavenly beauty. I was overwhelmed by love and desire, a wave of deep emotion that washed through my body and left me momentarily paralysed, almost afraid to approach any closer and disturb your dreams.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw your favourite dildo warming on the hearth in front of the fire. Like you, it was a thing of exquisite beauty, almost a work of art. Made of Venetian glass, the inner spirals of orange and yellow seemed to be alive with their own inner fire, and the pattern of embossed ridges on its shaft shimmered and danced, as if in anticipation of the pleasure they would inspire in you, once they were allowed to caress the secret places of your vagina, enveloped deep in its velvety softness.

Reverently I lifted the dildo from its resting place, and kneeling in front of you, I gently spread your legs to expose your glorious naked pussy. Tenderly parting the delicate petals of your inner lips, I placed the bulbous head at the entrance to your vagina, and slowly slid it into your moist dark tunnel, until all nine inches of its shaft were hidden from sight. Kneeling in front of you, I learned forward so that I could trace the soft skin of your inner thigh with my tongue, until I reached the object of my desire. 

As I started to shower sweet kisses on your lips and clitoris, slowly rotating the dildo to excite all the nerve endings of your vaginal wall, I was rewarded as you began to push your pussy against my worshipping mouth. Your barely audible moans were a sign of the pleasure that was almost imperceptibly leading you on to the ecstasy of rapture that would soon possess your body in orgasmic delight.

Soon the delicious sensations washing through your naked limbs roused you from slumber, taking you straight from the arms of Morpheus to those sultry groves where Eros was waiting to claim you for his own. You put your hand behind my head, tangling your fingers in my hair, and murmured, "It is so good to have you home my darling, I have missed you so terribly, and even my dildo and vibrators were poor substitutes for your wonderful cock." 

You spread your legs wider and pulled me tight against your engorged pussy, which was by now weeping copious amounts of your sweet nectar, soaking my beard, and running down my chest, anointing me like a king. I redoubled my efforts, licking you faster and faster, and plunging and twisting the glass cock in and out of your vagina, your inner lips clinging to its shaft as they would to the giant penis of the god. Your hips were undulating in a circular motion, lifting your bottom off the chair, and pushing harder and harder against my mouth in order to enhance the exquisite sensations of love. Your back was arched and your head thrown back in the extremity of your passion, your moans turning to screams of unbridled lust, as your abandoned yourself completely to carnal bliss.

Your first climax swept through you like a divine wind, ans you shook with paroxysms of uncontrollable rapture, surrendering your body mind and soul to the God of Love as he carried you to the heights of Olympus. I gripped the cheeks of your bottom and thrust a finger of each hand past your puckered little rosebud into your anus, making you writhe in extremis as orgasm after orgasm shook you like a rag doll in the mouth of a dog. Eventually after minutes or hours, I could not tell which, because we were outside time in the bubble of our rapture, your convulsions ceased, and you slumped back in the chair exhausted. A deep flush painted your neck and breast carmine, and as you closed your eyes again, a look of ineffable happiness suffused your features, beautiful as the goddess who you had become in the arms of the god.

Leaving the dildo in your vagina, I sat back and regarded you with something like wonder, deeply moved by your passion, and content with the part I had played in giving you such sweet pleasure after a month of famine. At the same time, however, there was sadness in my heart, because I knew that the next day I would have to tell you the news that you had always dreaded, the news that I would soon be leaving you for an indefinite period to take up the post I had been offered as Director of Operations for the charity for South East Asia, based in Delhi, India. I would have offered, even begged, you to come with me, but you had an important career of your own here in the UK, and you would be unhappy to leave it behind, however much you loved me.

But tonight and the next few days were ours, and so I put the sadness out of my mind, and lifting your limp body from the chair, I carried you to the bedroom. Once there I tore off my clothes and you soon thrilled to the feel of my cock inside you, as we fucked each other to mutual orgasms of shared ecstasy, sometimes gently, sometimes hard and roughly, until at last we fell asleep in each others arms, our union complete.



To My Master...



To My Master... Letter from a Slut Wife

Forgive me, but I have secret lusts that I so wish to fulfill. I lie awake at night dreaming of tasting the flesh of others, fingering myself for relief. I need to confess what a dirty little whore I really am.

There are some nights I find myself picturing being tied to the bed, open and exposed. I can see the men, lined up, some dressed, some naked, and some in between, but they all have their giant stiff dicks in their hands stroking themselves. Their hands seem small and pale in comparison to rock hard, purple cocks. I am mesmerized by the slow, grasping movement as they hammer away at their pulsing shafts. They slowly get closer to the bed, the closer they are to finishing, the closer they come to me. One by one, they approach my writhing body, some choosing to explode on my open pussy, on my tits, my open mouth, and on my face and neck, spurting pearly white ropes of cum on me. I lose count of how many loads have covered me, as I lie there relishing the feeling of cum dripping down the contours of my body.

Other nights I am haunted by the desire to feel meat buried in me. Sometimes it's merciless pounding in my pussy followed by his release deep inside, dripping out the sides, or pulling out just in time to cover my creamy pussy and ass with his semen. Sometimes, it's a slow thorough fucking, with a monster cock driving me over and over to shattering orgasms. I'll watch as he guides his cock, holding it at the base, towards my spread legs, staring at the veins that cover all but his huge head, which is dribbling pre-cum that I so want to taste. Sometimes I take it off with my finger, and sometimes my tongue, and sometimes I let it mingle with my own moistness as he rubs it against my slit.

And then there are the times that a single cock won't do. My longing to take more than one cock is shameful, but oh how I want it! I work my fingers rapidly in and on myself as I envision one cock entering my pussy, as the other fucks my mouth, or the other one spreading my ass wide and burying it to the hilt in my tight little ass. I want it so much, that I can almost feel the stiff dick as it slides into me. Usually, I end up touching both sliding my deft fingers in and out of my wide open voids until I come, spasming in both and feeling so ashamed of what I want.

And there is no denying that I love the feeling a big dick, using my mouth like a pussy. And I will slurp and consume that immense rod like the good little cum slut I am until he spews into my hungry mouth, and I guzzle each and every drop as it shoots and then slows enough that I have to lap up the last drops. I can't wait to grab you and kiss you letting you taste his savory jizz, before you punish me for being so bad and not waiting until you granted me permission to do so.

But the one thing I long for more than anything else is a woman's touch. I can make myself come again and again as I think about the pleasure of feeling another woman's lips on mine, on my breasts, and of course on my burning pussy. I want to peel the clothes off each other as we kiss and grind our tits and hips together. I want to open her bra, and cup her tits as I bend and draw my lips to her nipple, making them harder as I suck and nibble them. Both are hands are tugging at the other's panties as we lower ourselves to the floor, rubbing our hard clits together. 

We both are aching to taste the other and so we move, me on my back, and she with her mouth poised over my sopping cunt. I open her slit with my thumbs, and slide my pointy tongue deep into her open center. I take long wet licks of her juicy full lips, ending each with a flick of my tongue on her clit. Each time I do her body jerks. She is matching my tongue lashing with one of her own, and I can feel a wet trickle sliding down my ass. It gives me the notion to spread her firm little bottom and plant my mouth on her tight little bud. I can hear her cry out in pleasure. I tongue her for long moments before moving back to her ever increasingly wet mound. I continue to greedily eat her, feeding on her sweet hole. 

As she rocks against my face faster and faster, I grab her ass and pull her down hard on my face. It is then that I zero in on her clit, so hard and big now it is no longer hidden beneath its hood. I suck at the nub, and nibble, she begins thrashing wildly on my face. Her own mouth is devouring me with fierce abandon. When I have her to the very edge, I slide one finger, and then two inside of her. I can feel the fluid running down my hand as I finger fuck and tug at her clit with my mouth. At this point I am ready to cum, in my fantasy and in reality. I hold back just a moment until I feel her clench around my hand, shaking and jerking in the throes of orgasm. As soon as she begins, I meet her climax with my own mind shattering orgasm. After collapsing for a moment we will lick each other's faces clean, taste the sweetness of our passion.

I am humiliated for wanting these filthy little cravings, but I feel like I must have them before I burst from my carnal lusts. I am humbly begging you to grant me your consent to carry them out. In fact I beg you to MAKE me perform each one, and then you may discipline me as you see fit. I will take my deserved punishment for I know that I am weak and you are justified in doing so. And I will do whatever you ask of me for reparation.



To My Mysterious Emily



To My Mysterious Emily,

You shocked me, you know...for quite some time you've been a lovely companion, a cozy company, a favorite pillow or comfy blanket, if you will. But when you stated your occupation last night...well...you snapped immediately back into the shape of an overwhelmingly desirable girl. It was both surprising and highly erotic. Unfortunately you had to run away...so I was left with a mind full of imaginings, a serious physical handicap, and a lot of time on my hands. I figure the least I could do would be to give you an accurate accounting of how I spent said time:

I'm sure you already know this, but just thinking of you pleasuring yourself turns me on. Envisioning how you might touch yourself, how your body would move and need and feel. Remembering your gasps and thoughts and the sound of your breath. The being so bold as to imagine the feel of your skin, running my hands over the curves of your body. I have a very vivid imagination...and that one sentence you delivered before leaving me sent all those thoughts running through my mind in an instant. Needless to say, I was transfixed...feeling myself getting extremely hard just as fast as my thoughts were racing. The exact sensation might be difficult to communicate across gender lines....but it was a reenstatement of a long-standing very strong desire all at once. Quite impossible to even try to ignore.

I'm sure you know how much your playful teasing turns me on...and I had a feeling you had every intention of getting me as desperate for you as possible. I know how much you like the thought of getting me so bothered that I can't help but take you...or, failing the possibility of that, can't keep my hands off myself. It had been so long since any sort of relaxation for me...all I wanted was you. You have a knack for getting me right where you want me...but fortunately I enjoy it. The whole time I was talking to you I couldn't keep my thoughts off of you or my hands off myself in my mind's eye. I was sitting here, gently stroking myself mentally, keeping my arousal under control as I spoke with you...wishing it was you stroking me instead as prelude to a much longer night.

After you left I decided that if I was to properly indulge myself, I should take the time to do so. I cleared out everything else I was doing...got myself undressed...got into bed...and it wasn't until I felt my sheets sliding over me that I allowed myself to sigh and let my hand wander down my chest as my thoughts started to drift. Just running my fingertips up and down my shaft made me shudder, as I thought of you doing the same sort of thing only your fingertips were running up your thighs. I could imagine you teasing yourself for quite some time, letting your breath get more ragged and your hips start to gently grind. I let myself watch you in my mind as I finally gripped my shaft and started firmly stroking myself.

By now I was far past the point where I could even consider stopping...not just stroking myself but gently thrusting, as if you were there riding me to feel the movement. Although, in my mind, quite the opposite situation was taking place...instead I was on top of you. After all the teasing and holding back I was finally letting myself have what I wanted most...to be wholly surrounded by you. To feel your lips on mine as I kissed you, to feel your body pressed up against mine, to feel your legs wrapping around me as I gently pushed forward into you, and to feel your pleasure as I buried myself deep inside of you. I couldn't help but let out a gasp as I started to gently thrust in and out of you, hearing you moan into my ear as your whole body squeezed mine. By this point, I'd teased myself for so long that I was literally dripping...leaving my cock slick and letting me get a bit more vigorous with my motions as I imagined myself starting to actually fuck you, letting all that pent up need and desire for you over all this time out at last.

Your wall scenario intrigued me...I've never done that with anybody before. I thought about it quite carefully, precisely how I'd want to take you. How I'd press you up against said wall from behind, starting out with my cock in the cleft of your ass, grinding gently against you so you could feel just how hard I was as I held your hands up above your head and teased your neck, nibbling down your back. Hearing you gasp and moan as you started to grind back against me...the feel of your skin on mine making me need to push against you even harder. The sigh of relief as you felt me stop teasing you and line myself up, coupled with the throaty grunt of lust from both of us as we felt the head of my cock start to spread you open. This is where I lost what little control I had left, where my need to feel you wrapped tight and wet around me became too much. Gripping your hip with one hand and your shoulder with another I imagined myself pounding into you, needing to feel you, needing to make you feel how much I needed you. I could feel myself starting to tighten up as I got closer to cumming. Since it was a fantasy, I didn't have to hold back at all...instead I stroked even harder, wanting to share my release with you. I finally let myself slip over the edge as I imagined feeling you cumming with me, squeezing me as I rammed all the way into you and came....well quite a lot more than I had in a long time.

And, well, there you have it -- a real live account of my activities of last night. Definitely not as well-crafted as you deserve to read, my delicious fantasy, but it's the best I can do in this state. I hope my confession earns me your favor.

Your Admirer, Jacob 



To My Online Friend



So, I wanted to submit a little taste of something to see how it goes, and whether or not I should continue to record audios and post them :)

An online friend who I often chat with while playing likes having me record myself, and hearing how wet I am, etc. This is the 3rd audio of a series of 3 I had sent him, so that's what I'm talking about towards the end. 

It starts with me sucking on my dildo to get it wet, he also loved hearing that. 

Be nice with the comments, if you like it, let me know, I'll record a new one for all of you :) 

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Click Here to listen. (6 min/mp3)

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To My Readers



My dearest Reader:

This letter is dedicated to you, my adoring fan. Or my first time reader. I admit it honestly, I'm a slut and I love you all. I fancy myself rather like Lestat from that famous Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles". Or like Roxie Hart from Broadways' "Chicago".

I suppose it's more like Roxie, really. You know... "They love me for loving them and I love them for loving me." I want you to read my work. I want you to enjoy it. I want to lay myself bare and naked for you to scrutinize and get off on. Mostly this is for my first fan, Don. I enjoy being able to make older men get horny because of what I write. But I want all of you, every single one of you. And I want you to love it once I have you, to enjoy every damned second of it.

I love the gift. After all, the seduction of you, that's what it's all about. That's what I do. When I can seduce you completely, you get hard, or wet, or both. Or I enrapture you so completely in my dark, hidden little world that you can do nothing but helplessly fly through my words as they wrap around you to the conclusion of you and the tale at hand.

Seducing you, my darlings... That's what I'm all about. Like I said earlier, I'm the slut for you, I'll play the role willingly. You just have to tell me what you want. I try to do as I'm bid in my stories, but like anyone with a muse out there knows it's hard to just do what others would like to read. The stories spill from me like fluid as I'm making love to you all on paper, and with a life of their own.

It's a public lovemaking. I strip myself of everything in a little coffee shop and I bend over the table, feeling everything wash over me. I feel your praise as sweet caresses over my skin while my pen scribbles and I'm a shell of myself drinking tea and focused soley on my work. But you should know that while your praise makes me hot for you and hunger for more, your displeasure strikes me like a cat-o'-nine-tails. It rakes me over hot coals and rubs salt in all my wounds.

I would do anything for you, just to feel the warmth of your enjoyment and know I'm the cause of your masturbation. I enjoy finding I'm fuel for your fantasies and knowing that some of you actually want to do the real me. Writing this to you is just one of my attempts to let you enjoy yourselves with me. I want to bare myself to you all. I want you to know all my secrets. I want you to know the gentle touches that I know when I'm wrapped in a story as it unfolds from my pen.

In that light, here's my first secret: not one thing in my stories is ever pure fantasy. Not only are they all based on my own experience, but the fictional stories- well, loves, they really happen. When I'm writing them, I feel every single inch of myself at one with the characters. I feel everything, know everything. When they have sex for you, it's really me performing naughty things for you. It's me there on your computer monitor, cavorting with men, women, aliens, my boyfriend... I'm up there for you all to see, so you can watch me having sex through them for you. And with you, when I manage to drag you in with me.

I hope I hear from all of you soon. I can't wait to bring you further into my world. I can't wait to fuck you. I can't wait for you to join me in all sorts of naughty goings-on. And remember, if you love me, then I love you. I'm baring my soul to you here. I trust you'll read more of me, and keep my secrets as you discover them. Stroke my ego and stroke myself when you enjoy my work. But remember- I don't mind when you don't spare me the cat. If you do it politely and with a lover's tenderness, that is.

Sincerely, and with much love always to you, my dedicated initiates to my world, and those seeking to join your ranks,

Your Columbia

PS- The editors think this is too short. I suppose I should talk more about my expectations. I expect to be scathed. I expect brutal honesty. I EXPECT to be read and then commented on- at least reflect on it quietly for a minute after you've jacked off... Or fingered yourself. Whatever. Sorry, darlings, I know I sound brusque. Your Colombia had a lousy and overdramatized day at work. Hence the lack of new submissions, the situation has been the same for weeks.

But I promise, more are on the way! Even a new poem. (It is a little sick, but Uncle Walt Whitman would be proud. I think e e cummings would be too.) I promise you all, I still love you. Love me back, input your opinions... and you shall receive. Because I adore you. And your wish- it's always my command. 



To My Sexy Friend



Remember that night we spent in a quiet Italian restaurant? We were busily flirting the evening away over a delicious meal as it frantically stormed outside. You told me to order an extra drink so we could avoid getting wet. Do you remember my mischievous friend? And how despite your best efforts, the restaurant was closing and we had to leave, making us get soaked in the downpour?

It was late and we hurried to your car, got inside and drove to your hotel room. As I followed your lead, that night, my body was alive and aching to have you. The playful chat had set me a fire and I was hotter for you than ever.

So, my sexy lover, I thought I'd share with you the scenario that was running through my head that night. If only to open your mind to the endless possibilities should you decide to follow my lead....and if only to prevent such a waste of opportunities the next time we meet...

Sitting at the table we are engaged in flirtatious glances and playful banter. You are so sexy and so smart in your attire it makes me ache to feel your cock inside me. Despite the fact that I feel you are too held back at times I have a growing need to do wicked things to you in not so discreet places. My leg begins trailing up your leg signaling to you that, despite the awful storm outside, it is time to pay the bill and leave.

Once outside we run towards your car. It is big and roomy and full of possibilities. I think to myself how hot you are and how badly I want you at this moment. I charge towards you pinning you to the side. Despite the heavy rain, I kiss you passionately. Any inhibitions you may have initially had evaporate as you feel my tongue invade your mouth. My hands, now working independently, begin finding their way up your shirt, pulling and ripping your body free. The rain reflected in the moonlight glistens on your solid chest as my nails rake their way down deliberately. I feast on your body as you work the keys from your pocket.

One click and we are falling. My body on top of yours. Licking the wetness from your chest. My tongue eagerly caressing every inch of your gorgeous body. You cry out from the sheer and exquisite heat of my hands hungrily unzipping your pants until at last you are free. I revel in the pleasure it is to just to hold your rock hard cock in my hands and to stroke it gently. The feel of your cum starting to drip out of you makes my hips start grinding into yours in impatient anticipation.

My passion, my hunger, my desire for you is contagious. You find your hands feverishly lifting my skirt and ripping my panties aside. You are electrified with the sensation of my pussy sliding against the length of your fingers. Yes, My sweet Lover, it is warm and velvety and dripping with desire for you.

Hungrily, feverishly we kiss. Our tongues exploring and licking. Our bodies drenched in rain and sweat. I want you inside me now and move back until I am in just the right spot. With unbridled passion I slide my pussy over your enormous erection and cry out as the feel of you filling me is so utterly delicious. Hard and furiously, our bodies collide as we continue to kiss and explore. One of your hands busily cupping and squeezing my breast as the other is busily pushing my ass down hard, as you are eager for me to engulf you once more. We are no longer worried with privacy or discretion as your windows are tainted with fog from our frantic and shallow breathes.

I close my eyes and arch my back as I feel you beginning to tense. I want to feel you to fill me with your warm spunk, a feeling I shall never tire of. So primal and furious.

The tension bubbles like a tidal wave which, rapidly crescendos into a mutually explosive orgasm. Yet nonetheless our tongues continue to engage in very wet, heated kisses. For the first time in our lovemaking, I move slowly and seductively. I crawl off of you until I am face to face with your glorious cock. Provocatively, as our eyes meet, my tongue slithers across and around your flesh still drenched with cum. I can't contain the moans of pleasure as I savour the flavour of you and me coating my palate.... 

Until next time baby, kisses

Your very naughty pet.



To My Slut Wife



I love how horny you can become talking, thinking, doing, reading, watching sex, rubbing your cunt with your silver vibrator through your soaking panties like some horny school girl needing to get off over and over again. 

I love wanking off and shooting my load over your tits, on your face, in your mouth. Right now I have a hard cock that would like to grease itself up in a tight slimy cunt. 

Your shaven slit from behind, your firm butt pushed up obscenely, thighs apart, head buried into the pillow, moaning.

“You are my Slut, aren’t you?” “Oh yes, I am your fuck slut, oh yes!”

And so I fuck you. Slowly. Watching my cock slip in and out of your baby cunt. Little Vibrating Tad is at hand, I pick him up and press him against your arsehole. You open your mouth wide and suck on the cum stained sheets. Cum from previous fuck sessions. Yours, mine and all the other men who have fucked you as I watched and sometimes joined in.

I grab hold of your big soft rocking tits and squeeze them, slap them, pinch at the puckered nipples. Then a sudden slap on your right cheek with my hard open hand. You shiver and moan as I stroke the reddening patch. And slap again. You need to be punished because you are a bad little slut. Sluts need to be spanked, don’t they.

I tell you to think about being used by two big, bald, black men. You know how they love fucking white women. Especially married ones. I tell you to imagine big, hard, black cock. You don’t have much difficulty in doing so. Your cunt becomes a jungle swamp.

“Do you want to become a fuck toy for two horny black men, my lovely Slut Wife?”

You are bad at lying (except on your back with your legs spread) and don’t need to lie to me anyway, as you know.

“Ohhhhhh fucking YES!!!”

I hear the ring of honesty in your lust crazed voice and so I call, “Alright, you two can come in now.”

The pair of young, handsome, smiling black guys that I have invited, appear, completely naked, huge erections, pendulous balls full of thick spunk. One of them has a stud through the top of his cock skin but right up next to his belly.

You’ll discover what that can do to a woman’s clit as he pounds into you later.

These guys are African – born and bred. They don’t have any of the Western inhibitions when it comes to fucking. They know how to use women. They know how to abuse them for their own pleasure and know that the more they use and abuse the white woman the more of a slut she becomes. They have words for all of this sexual behaviour in their language. Concepts we hardly know. These guys come from a village where all the boys are looked over by all the women. They are taught that women are their fuck toys, there to please them at all times. They are used to fucking grandmothers and their great granddaughters. They are also fed on plants, berries and herbs that keep them vigorous and horny – like young lions on heat.

I slip out of your juiced up cunt and let them at you. I settle down to watch. And to especially listen. I have a camera running, recording it all. We will watch it later as we fuck and suck. But right now your African fuck-obsessed animals are cannibalising you. Thick lips and tongues on your body. One devouring your tits as the other sucks on your cunt, ramming his long hard tongue into your slushy pink softness. 

Of course, you have already started that long series of orgasms

My Slut Wife’s orgasms.

Once her mind and body are set on sex there is no stopping them. She is multi-orgasmic. They can come in sudden shudders, in long, slow waves, crawling up her body. They can explode like grenades as she screams or they keep on cumming and cumming, overlapping, a firework finale where each bouquet is more spectacular than the previous and knowing there is going to be that final, huge explosion of ultimate orgasmic feelings. 

Until the next one. 

She loves sex because she has great orgasms. Moaning, whimpering, screaming cums. Given the right circumstances my Slut Wife cums repeatedly.

So I watch my own live pornography as I wank. 

What greater pleasure than seeing your Slut Wife being pleasured? The mutual knowledge of the mutual pleasure. The sharing, the understanding which surpasses all logic. The pangs of jealousy stab into my guts in rhythm with the big hard pounding cock in your cunt and are transformed into throbbing lust. My cock is on the edge of orgasm as I look at you, hear you... and this is no strange woman I am watching being a slut, not one of my downloaded amateur fuck videos, this is my loving wife fucking for everyone’s pleasure. 

She is a Southern girl and has, in a way, been brought up to please men and especially ‘her’ man. And her man wants to see her having her brains fucked out, being a cum-pig, cock-slut. 

She is really happy to be pleasing him right now as that African stud's cock-stud rubs and rubs into her clit, as the cock in her mouth is about to gush, as she cums again and again, as her husband tells her how proud he is of his Slut Wife as his cock erupts all over her face. 

She laps it all up and cums once more.

I love thinking that you are getting wet as you read this, my Slut Wife and rubbing at your hungry cunt. I could put my fingers up there whilst you rubbed at your clit. I could rub my cock all over you, slip it between those beautiful, big sensual tits and fuck them and then I could prod at your slit with the head of my hard cock, just putting in an inch as you thrust your cunt at it, wanting it to the hilt. I can see you masturbating, thinking of colourless black cock pounding furiously into your cunt. I want to hear you cum as your mind floods with those horny, nasty thoughts, memories and imaginings.

Your Loving Husband 



To My Special Valentine with Love



This is a Valentine's Day contest entry. Please vote for my story. 

Combat duty during the Viet Nam conflict separates two lovers prematurely.

"Come to me Michael," she said in the darkness.

As if they were the words of an angel, those four words haunted me for the next forty years of my life. Later, whenever I thought of her and in all the years that I couldn't find her, her voice resonated in my head as if she was a ghost. 

"Come to me Michael," played on and on as if an endless echo in my mind.

As if she was calling me from afar and as if she wanted me to come to her now in the way that I came to her so long ago before, I so wanted to come to her but I couldn't. I so wanted to find her but I couldn't. I didn't know where she was, who she was with, or even if she was alive or dead.

Psychically calling to me, maybe she was hurt? Maybe she was in trouble? Maybe she was thinking of me as much as I thought of her every day? Maybe she was dead. I hoped she wasn't dead. I want and I need to see her for one last time to tell her that I love her, I always loved her, and have never stopped loving her.

* * * * *

Although not physically her lover yet, nonetheless I loved her. I've always loved her and will always love her. With no other woman in my life, she was my one and only. I couldn't imagine loving anyone else but her. A memory that only she could make, being that she was my first love, my one, true love, I was glad that she'd be my first lover too.

Perhaps because I had imagined her naked so often, I noticed her state of undress as soon as I entered her bedroom. With the light in the hallway behind me extinguished and with the rest of the house so dark, I stood in her bedroom doorway paralyzed by the eroticism of the moment and by her nakedness. Afraid to take another step forward, precariously perched upon the point of no return and teetering in place, I was unable to take a step back. I was about to do something that would change my life forever.

Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness of her unlit room, I could tell by the dim moonlight that peeked through the venetian blinds that, indeed, she was naked. Naked, naked, naked, the woman of my dreams and the woman of my sexual fantasies was naked, naked, naked. She sat up in bed without the modesty of a sheet and with her legs parted enough for me to see all of her. Brazen in showing me her nude form, neither embarrassed nor ashamed, she didn't make a move to cover her nudity from my leering eyes.

As if I was an artist about to paint her, I memorized every naked detail of her beautiful body. She gave me a memory that I never forgot and have masturbated over a countless number of times. Obviously for her to be sitting up like that in her bed, she wanted me to see all of her nude body. Obviously for her to be sitting up in bed like that, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

As if she was a freak of nature instead of merely a naked woman, all I could do was to stare at her. More beautiful than I had imagined her to be without her clothes, her large, full breasts, the womanly curve of her shapely hips that swelled out from her slim waist, and her bushy, dark brown pussy were a work of feminine art. A masterpiece created by a God who obviously loved women more than he did men, I wished I looked as good as she did naked. My first time seeing a naked woman, not knowing what to do other than to stare, I was as afraid as I was sexually excited.

A masturbation machine back then, admittedly, guilty of lusting over her and sexually wanting her, every night I dreamt about seeing her naked. Even when I wasn't dreaming about seeing her naked, always imagining seeing her naked, I sexually fantasized seeing her naked while she gave me hot sex. Not ashamed to admit, especially if anyone saw her naked in the way that I was seeing her naked now, admittedly, I've masturbated over the thoughts of her naked all the time. Admittedly, whenever I saw her in her sheer nightgown, able to pinpoint the impressions her nipples made in the thin material and the dark shadow of her pubic hair, even the dark, vertical line that separated her round, firm ass cheeks, I've endlessly masturbated over those images too.

Other than seeing topless women in Playboy, she was like no woman I ever saw in any men's magazine. She was real instead of one dimensional, flat paper. Instead of smelling like magazine print, she smelled of Chanel perfume and baby powder, mixed with the musky aroma of sex. In the way that I routinely masturbated over topless, Playboy Playmates, as soon as I entered her room and saw her sitting up nude on her bed, I had an erection. Controlling the immediate urge to take things in my own hand, I wanted to pull down my fly, pull out my cock, and masturbate over the sexy nude sight of her. Only, afraid I'd offend her and ruin everything and eliminate my chances at anything, instead, I followed her lead and I was glad that I did.

With her inviting me in her bedroom to sleep with her, tonight was my special night. Tonight she'd make me a man. Tonight, for the first time, I'd be making love to a woman. Tonight was a night that I'd always remember and a night that I'd never forget for as long as I lived.

"Happy Valentine's Day Michael," she said.

"Happy Birthday," I said. "I have gifts for you in the living room."

No better day for her to be born, it's appropriate that my angel's birthday would be on Valentine's Day, the day of love.

"We'll exchange gifts later," she said while giving me a sexy look that I could discern even in the dark. 

She looked at me staring at her before looking down at herself as if to see all that I could see of her. 

"I leave tomorrow," I said.

Unable to remove my eyes from her nakedness, I didn't know what else to do other than to stare at this naked beauty.

"I know," she said. "Come to me Michael," she said holding out her arms as if we had already made love and as if I was already her lover.

A soothing, calming effect, her voice was sweetly soft and comforting and I remember, afraid to go to war before, I was no longer afraid when with her now. Prominently displayed and my place of honor, I kept her picture in my wallet. Wherever I was, even 9,000 miles away, nearly half way around the Earth, she'd always be there with me as witness to the horror that was about to befall me and the fear that would take hold of me long enough for me to nearly lose my mind.

"I ship out at zero eight hundred hours," I said.

Unable to take my eyes off of her, she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. 

"I know that too," she said with a little laugh. "Don't be so nervous. I don't bite. Come to me," she said again. "Take off your clothes. I want to see what you look like naked. I need to hold you against my naked bosom and feel you between my legs before you leave me to go to war."

I wanted to finish her sentence. In case I don't return, you want to hold me for one last time. In case I die, she was willing to give me hot sex before I leave. No harm done, if I didn't return, no one would know we had sex but for her, my long survivor. If I don't return in a body bag, we'll deal with what we did now, later. Yet, for right now, we were just a man and a woman. We were just soon to be lovers naked and in bed together while making love and having hot sex.

Still reveling over the thoughts of being naked with her, she wanted me to get naked. If it wasn't unbelievable enough that she was naked, I couldn't believe that she wanted me to get naked too. My sexual fantasy come true, she wanted me to get naked with her. She wanted to hold me against her naked bosom and feel me between her shapely legs. Even in my naiveté, if I was to hazard a guess, I'd guess that we'd be having sex soon and I'd be right. I couldn't believe that it took me to go to war to finally make love to a woman. Hoping I'd come back, when I returned from war, even though I haven't made love to her yet, I couldn't wait to make love to her again.

"Okay," I said ready to salute her for making me a man. 

* * * * *

Against all the traditions of being a Marine, there's something wrong about a 20-year-old, United States Marine going off to war while still being a virgin. I didn't want to go off to war without being intimate with a woman first. I didn't want to die without knowing what it's like to be naked and sweating with a woman in the throes of sex. If I was going to die, I needed to know what it was like to make love to a woman first.

Giving me something to dream about and to return home to, I wouldn't want to die without knowing what it feels like to love a woman and what it feels like for a woman to love me. In both regards I was lucky. I already had a woman in my life. I knew she loved me as much as I loved her. For that one moment in time, while we were in bed naked together, she was my woman and I was her man.

That night we made love. Kissing and kissing me while showing me where and how to touch her, never have I been as happy. Being the breast man that I am, I couldn't get enough of her big tits. Touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and caressing them, I sucked her nipples while nibbling them, turning them, twisting them, and pulling them. Following her lead, she showed me what she liked and I showed her what I wanted.

Without her having to say a word, with a gentle nudge and a subtle push to my shoulder, I knew she wanted me to go down on her. Fingering her while licking her, my first sexual experience and my first time seeing a pussy never mind fingering and licking a pussy, I was glad that I read about such things in a men's magazine. Licking her while fingering, she showed me where and how to move my fingers to pleasure her. Unable to give her an orgasm with my fingers and tongue but encouraged by her moans, I was definitely doing something right. Then, obviously having enough of my fiddling and diddling, as soon as I pleasured her, she pleasured me.

Wrapping her hand around me while staring up at me, she stroked me before taking me in her mouth. My first time in a woman's hand as well as in a woman's mouth, when she looked up at me with her big, brown eyes and I felt her tongue sliding over the head of my cock while sucking me and stroking me, I exploded nearly immediately. Swallowing all that I gave her, removing all evidence, as if I had never ejaculated, she sucked and licked me dry. Fearing that I had ruined everything by cumming too soon, my prick didn't disappoint either of us.

"It's okay," she said. "Relax. Think good thoughts. Feel my tits and finger my nipples while I stroke your cock. I know you like my big tits. Suck my nipples. I like that too. Don't worry. I'll make you hard again," she said with a smile.

Within just a few strokes from her hand and with her cupping my balls, I was hard again. This time, she invited me to mount her. I felt her fingers guide my cock inside of her. A place I was always curious to go and now never wanted to leave, she was so warm and so wet inside. Feeling so tight, her pussy muscles grabbed my cock as if my cock was wearing a custom made glove.

Slowly she humped me. With me returning her humps, I felt myself exploring her deeper. We made love before we started fucking. Fucking her harder and fucking her deeper, I couldn't believe I was fucking her until I felt her go so stiffly quiet with just a little whimper of a moan. As if afraid to yell out to awaken the neighbors, she was having an orgasm. In the way that I was unable to get her off with my fingers and tongue, obviously too inexperienced to do that, I got her off with my cock buried deep inside of her pussy.

"Cum inside of me," she said.

Not waiting for her to say that twice, as soon as she invited me to cum inside of her, I did. I never knew I had so much cum until I exploded a bucketful in her mouth and a second bucketful in her pussy. Able to cum on command back then, I was filled to the brim with cum. Only, now that I experienced a woman, I finally felt that I was a man. Now able to better serve my country with a smile and a lighter foot, that night, Valentine's Day 1970, was the best night of my life.

* * * * *

'Twas the winter of 1970, my last day stateside, I'd be shipping out tomorrow morning. A gung-ho, Marine leaving behind the love of a good woman, too excited about the adventure, it didn't occur to me all that I'd be missing until leaving everything behind. So young, so dumb, so filled with cum, I was always so horny. Yet, now that I had someone to return home to, I had something more to live for than just my dog, Buster.

The first year of the 1969 draft lottery, not very lucky ordinarily, until that night, born September 14th, that was the only lottery I ever won with my birthday coming up as number one. Had I not been drafted, I had other options. Preferably attending college or learning a trade, anything would be better than fighting Vietnamese in a jungle. Yet, not thinking about dying, not even considering that I wouldn't return, I liked the idea of being a Marine, that is, until the heat of the jungle and the bug bites, so very many bugs, took its toll on my battered, bloodied, and broken body.

Wounded, beaten, tortured, and held prisoner, I was officially deemed and MIA. Nearly dying from jungle rot after losing my mind from fever and not remembering where I was or who I was, Afraid to be captured, I wandered the hills at night for food and water. The missionaries who found me brought me home from the jungle five years after the war was over.

"Who am I? Where am I? Who won the war? Did we win? Who won the World Series and the Super Bowl? Who's the President?"

With the United States Congress never declaring war on Vietnam, did anyone win this stupid conflict that wasn't even deemed important enough to call a war? 'Twas a conflict that went on long enough to kill more than 58,000 Americans, wound more than 153,000 Americans, and that killed one million Vietnamese, nearly half of which were innocent civilians. Glad that I survived. Glad that it was over and I was home safe and sound and in one peace, I wished that part of my life had never happened.

Obviously with the head injury that I suffered, doctors didn't think that I'd ever regain my full memory. Bits and pieces slowly emerged over the years to tell me that I had a life. Only, when I looked at the photo in my wallet, not even remembering her name, all that I could remember was her words. Clearly, as if it never left my head and abandoned me, I could hear her voice.

"Come to me Michael," she said.

Aside from the World Series, Super Bowl, and our current President, no one could answer those questions, even my questions regarding the war. I needed answers but the answers that I needed to unravel my identity wouldn't come for years later and after finally awakening from my fog in a VA hospital. Finally, healthy enough to leave the hospital and with my mind intact enough to know who I was and where I lived, I went in search for the love of my life.

"Come to me Michael," she beckoned.

Never giving up hope of finding her, forty years later, now still searching for the woman still haunting my dreams, no doubt, with her figuring that I was dead, I figured that she may be dead too. Having never said those three words to her, I needed to say those three words to her now. I needed to tell her that I loved her and, because of the love that I had for her and that she had for me, I'm alive. Always thinking about her, that is, whenever my thoughts were cohesive enough for me to think clearly, I needed to tell her that I always loved her. I needed to tell her that I never stopped loving her. I needed to tell her that all of my life, I loved no one else but her.

Searching the Internet, checking with family, friends, Facebook pages and her last known address, I finally found her in a nursing home. Alone in a nursing home with no one to love her in the way that I loved her, she had no one to care for her in the way that I could care for her. Thinking that time stood still and I was still that inexperienced, 20-year-old Marine standing in her bedroom doorway, have I aged too?

Now sixty-years-old, what happened to my life that I don't remember so much of it? Yet, what I remember now is what is of importance. I remember her voice. I remember her face. I remember that one, wonderful night that she invited me to sleep with her and we made love on Valentine's Day, her thirty-ninth birthday.

What I do remember of my life is her. Even in my darkest hours when I had that fever that seared my skin and that fear that carried me to continue fighting in a darkened jungle where I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, I thought of her. After having spent years being so scared and so sad, before being so angry, what I do remember of my life is how she made me feel so very happy, safe, and comforted by making love to me that one last night that I was home.

I remember her holding me so tightly as if she never wanted to let me go. I remember her telling me that she loved me. Even though I did love her and even though I wanted to tell her that I loved her, I remember being unable to tell her that I loved her too.

"I love you Michael," she said filling me with warmth but unable to return the sentiment then, I wanted to tell her now that I love her and have always loved her.

* * * * *

Always checking the obituaries online in different states, I never would have found her had I not seen her name in an old Boston newspaper celebrating her sixtieth birthday and her retirement with friends. Boston? What the Hell is she doing in Boston when she was born in Pennsylvania and swore she'd never leave there for anywhere?

I bought a dozen, long stemmed, yellow roses, her favorite, a box of dark chocolate covered cherries, her favorite too, that is, if yellow roses and dark chocolate covered cherries were still her favorites after forty years of not seeing her. Along with the flowers and candy, I bought her a hearts and flowers, romantic, Valentine Day card and drove the four hundred miles to see her.

In the way that I saw her in her bedroom when she was naked forty years ago, I saw her in her hospital bed in her nightgown forty years later. Even though her hair was snow white instead of dark brown and her skin was wrinkled instead of smooth, she still looked just as beautiful now as she looked then. Surrounded by cards and flowers, Valentine's Day was her birthday. One so beautiful shouldn't be cheated out of celebrating her birthday on Valentine's Day. Yet, one so beautiful shouldn't be born on any day other than on Valentine's Day, the day of love, and I truly loved her. 

As if her voice was amplified by plugging in stereo speakers at real time, she said those three magic words that never left my brain, even when I couldn't remember my own name.

"Come to me," she said holding out her arms and immediately recognizing me after all these years.

"Happy Valentine's Day and Happy 79th Birthday Mom," I said.

After some man impregnated her with me sixty years ago after her high school prom, and not coming forward to take responsibility of me, I wasn't about to do that to her again. Eighteen-years-old and afraid, she could have ended her pregnancy but she didn't. She could have put me up for adoption, but she didn't do that either. Instead she did the right thing by me and it was time that I returned the favor. She was coming home with me and I'll be taking care of her in the way that she took care of me.

The End

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To My Submissive Lover



I am numb, I am singing, I am happy, I am smiling, I am laughing, I am, I am, I am...... 

Hmmm......yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh so very yes. 

It is so beautiful to feel, to experience, to receive such pleasure. 

How did an hour go by in five minutes? How can it be? I don't understand. If you'd stayed for two hours would it have been ten minutes? 

I am under the influence, intoxicated with the sweet essence of your sensuality. I'd be arrested for driving. I'm not even sure I can walk. 

I feel selfish. Like I took took took as I gave in to the greed of my senses. You are so kind. I shall remember. On Sunday when we are together again, I will remember. 

If it had continued, I would have cried. Tears of joy, of gratitude would have flowed so freely. My soul would have opened. 

Thank you. Thank you for being Pamela. Thank you for sharing this time with me. 

Later: 

I am a feathered pillow, a marshmallow, a cloud. I define softness. 

My mind is with you. You took it with you when you left. I no longer have it. You can keep it. I no longer need it. All I feel is softness. I don't need to think any more. 

How can I Dom you? How? I don't know! How can I possibly discipline and command when my edges are buttered? 

Cups....I went to buy cups, styrofoam cups, 16 ounce styrofoam cups, the largest they sell. If there were larger I would have bought them. Cups for water, water for ice, ice for your body. 

I have not shown you my whip. My bullwhip. I should give it to you and let you touch my body with it. Perhaps we might fly. 

I would let you tie me right now. Tie me and touch me with a blade. I'd feel safe no matter what you did. 

I am gone, but I shall return. And oh, little girl, I will be looking for you. Yes. You could not possibly find a place to hide. There are none. I will have you. 

Tomorrow: 

The reverie has escaped. I tried to cage it, to bottle it, to hold it, to caress it but when I allowed life to begin again, it flitted out the window in search of one more worthy than I. 

I was you and you were me. You were a man kissing a woman. I felt it, I felt what you feel, the subtle fear and the comfort of surrender. I am strengthened. I know you and you know me. 

Everything we do in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing onward to a final destination we know nothing of. To know passion it to get out of the train while it is still moving. 

Our pleasures will be deducted from our shares in Paradise. I give mine most willingly to sin most wickedly with you. 

I want to watch your lips moving on me. To see the candlelight reflecting in the wetness which your strokes leave upon my shaft. To feel the passion of your mouth as your tongue slides upon me. To feel the warmth that you feel as you pleasure me. To touch and run my fingers gently and slowly through your soft hair as I accept your submission. 

Sweet Pamela, I ache to touch your skin, to feel the curves of your body in my grateful hands. To see the subtle smile on your lips as I look deep into your eyes. To taste you. To feel the heat and sweat of our bodies mixing as we grind against each other. To kiss your mouth while you kneel. To give you the experience of my Domination. 

Sunday: 

I will make you do exactly what you want to do. 

The commands are issued with an authoritative sternness that makes you quiver with anticipation. as you feel the ache of desire, the vulnerabilty of the position, the surrender of your spirit. And the need.....the need which pulses to life as the dark cravings of the recesses of your soul are exposed. Elbows on the carpet, hands flat, head lowered, shoulders down. Only the ass is high. High and waiting. Awaiting the onslaught of power that will corrupt the virginal purity of the lily white skin so naked, exposed and defenseless. The shockwaves course through your body sending bolts of hot white light to your brain. Reality is melted down to the simplicity of stinging flesh, dripping sweat, and labored heavy breathing. The cries, the whimpers, the "please, please, pleases". Submission. The pain surrenders to a numbness. The numbness to a warmth. The warmth to a flight high above the Himalayas. Your body sings, smiles, and flies. Five minutes last an hour. The circle of pleasure is complete. 



To My Surprise



My hand flew to my mouth to stifle myself from yelling out.

I had stumbled upon my brother having sex with our next door neighbor. What I didn't expect was that it was with Brad, not Natalie, his sister. Luke's head was between Brad's legs and I could hear him sucking on his dick and saw his head bob up and down.

Brad's eyes opened and he moaned when he saw me and gave a huge shit-eating grin. His chest had just a bit of hair between his perfect pecs. He was hot, but he also knew it.

I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. I felt myself tingle in my cunt. 

Luke continued his sucking frenzy and Brad grabbed his head and pressed it further onto his cock until Luke must have swallowed it all. I saw Brad's hips pump into Luke's mouth, depositing a load of jism.

Luke came up and then noticed that I had been standing there.

"Shit!" He grabbed me and threw me on his bed, closing his bedroom door.

"What the hell are you doing?" His fury frightened me. I saw his hand come up to slap me, but Brad grabbed it before he followed through.

"Dude, chill." He glanced at me, undressing me with his eyes. It didn't take much as I was in a tank top, no bra and a pair of underwear. I had been on my way to the bathroom before this little detour.

"She didn't mean to, but we weren't very careful dude." Brad ran his hand through his hair and I saw his limp dick wiggle a bit with the movement. He had curly light brown hair that I wanted to feel if it was as kinky as it looked. I blushed and looked away which was a mistake because I faced Luke's dick. His hair was dark brown and he was half aroused. He was bigger than I had expected.

His blue eyes felt like lasers. "Now what the hell are we going to do?" He sat down heavily on his desk chair.

"I'm not going to say anything, I promise!" I choked out, now looking at my bright red toenails. The pedicure lasted better than I had expected.

"I have an idea. You watch me fuck her so you have something to blackmail her with." Brad grinned up at Luke. I noticed his dick started to become hard and he was also bigger than I expected. Then again, I'm an 18 year old virgin. At 21, they were both more advanced than me.

"So dude -- what's that going to do? That's not great blackmail." Luke said as he drummed his fingers on the desk. He did that when thinking hard.

"Well, it's not going to be conventional..." Brad smirked.

"Come here Leigh." I couldn't make myself move. He came over to me and pushed me down on the bed, somewhat gently.

"Have you ever fucked anyone?" Brad was enjoying this, I could tell.

"No," my voice small and scared. Well, facing two guys and knowing they were going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not had my heart pounding. But part of me really, really wanted it. Even though I knew it was wrong, having Luke there watching.

"Trust me, you'll love it and beg for more." He laid his hand on my stomach and felt his way underneath it. The heat radiated out from his hand until if felt like a trail of fire that kept on reaching up to my tits.

Then he pulled my shirt up and made me sit up to take it off. "What sweet tits you have." He bent down and kissed the left one and then started to lick and suck it. I gasped at the new sensations this had on my cunt. I felt a strong tingling sensation that made me moan and buck my hips slightly. His other hand came up and tweaked the other nipple and he pinched it hard which made me jolt.

He then came up and kissed his way to my mouth where we frenched. His tongue knew what it was doing because my body responded by pressing into him. His hand kept up the pinching and pulling of my tit and then he squeezed the entire boob, mashing it into my body. Then he turned his hand to my underwear and tore them off me.

I went rigid when I felt his hand come down and wiggle its way between my folds. "Shit girl, you are soaked in pussy juices!"

Brad dove two fingers into my pussy which felt like it was going to split. I had never had anything up there let alone someone else's invading fingers.

I could tell that I had liquid pouring out my pussy since I could feel it trickle down to my ass. He pumped his fingers into me and then he scooted down and put his head between my legs. His tongue raped my clit and cunt and I bucked wildly against him.

"You want me to fuck you, bitch?" Brad asked. "Hmmm...." I couldn't force myself to say anything more. I felt so slutty as it was. I looked over and saw that Luke watched with an intensity I had never seen from him before.

"Say it bitch." Brad came up and his dick was rock hard, just an inch from my pussy. "Say you want me to fuck you."

Yes, I did want it. I wanted it more than anything. Brad really knew how to get a girl horny. But the words wouldn't come out.

"Say it!" He demanded positioning himself between my legs. He teased my opening with the head of his cock, but wouldn't plunge it in.

"Fuck me Brad, Fuck me!" I said, my face going beet red.

"That's it my little fuckslut!" He then thrust into me hard, making me scream with pain. He tore through me and then slid almost all the way out before thrusting in again. This time it didn't hurt as much and by the fourth stroke, I was moving my hips with his. I had my legs hooked around his waist and wanted to be fucked hard. He grunted and pumped away. I felt a building sensation that was my first ever orgasm. "Faster, fuck me Faster Brad!" I growled.

"You are a fuckslut!" He grunted into my neck as he lowered himself down and increased his pace. He then came into my pussy.

Brad rolled off and I hadn't orgasmed. My hand moved to my drenched pussy and I started to rub my clit.

Brad's hand imprisoned my wrist. "No. Luke, come here and suck your sister's pussy." Brad's commanding voice was a whip to my brother. He came over to me and I could see his huge erection. For some reason, he moved to follow Brad's command.

I hadn't expected this. He's so headstrong, but I could see he was almost like Brad's slave. Maybe he was Brad's other fuckslut.

Luke's tongue brushed my clit and it didn't take too many flicks before I orgasmed, spastically thrashing. I realized I LOVE FUCKING.

He kept licking and I tried to move his head away, but Brad captured my hands and held them over my head. He then stuck his dick in my mouth, making me suck or choke. I sucked.

Luke continued his assault on my poor, sensitive pussy. He stuck his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with it. Also he lapped up all of Brad's sperm.

I came again because I was still so sensitive. "Brad, move. I'm going to fuck her!" Brad moved away, his dick popping out of my mouth with an obscene sound. Luke flipped me over and had me get on my hands and knees. "Alright, suck his dick while I fuck you." Luke commanded.

Brad got back into position and started pounding my mouth. I felt Luke slide into my really wet pussy and pound it until he came. Shortly after that, Brad squirted off and I swallowed it all.

We all fell asleep in a heap, my pussy throbbing and my lips tingling. My last thought had me wondering when we were going to do this again.

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To My Surprise



Being in a long distance relationship, we don't get to see each other very often. So when we do have the opportunity, we relish spending as much quality time together talking, just cuddling together and especially exploring each others bodies. We had talked many times about our sexual fantasies. We've even acted out some of them. This time was much much different however. This time you had some big plans in place that I knew nothing about.

I got back to the hotel after work and I presumed we would be having our usual evening of dinner and drinks, maybe some TV time and no doubt great sex! You had gotten back to the room before me because I had to drive my car from the company garage to the hotel parking lot. That gave you the time you needed to finish preparing what you must have set up during your lunch hour, because when I got to our room there wasn't a light on in the whole place but the entire suite was illuminated with candles everywhere. You were nowhere to be found, but there was a note on the bed with a blindfold next to it telling me to undress, lie naked on my back in the middle of the bed and to place the blindfold over my eyes. 

My curiosity was definitely piqued, but this wasn't anything we hadn't already tried so I wasn't nervous, only excited. I did as you asked, feeling kind of strange lying there naked with a blindfold over my eyes and alone. But it wasn't long before I heard the door to our room open and close. You don't say a word, but I can hear you walking across the floor and what sounds like you removing your own clothes. There were other sounds I couldn't place until I feel you touch my hand and bring my arm above my head and secure it to the bed with soft restraints. A moment later you repeat the action with my other arm. Still you say nothing. Then I feel you take one of my ankles and secure it with another restraint. My first thought was, "I wonder where he's tying my legs since there is no foot board?". But all thoughts left my head after my second ankle was restrained and I was spread eagle on the bed. I still wasn't nervous, but it felt odd being on display like this. Especially since I had just gotten a fresh Brazilian wax and my bare pussy was probably shining with the moisture that had been building since I first read your note.

Suddenly there was a dip on the bed and I could tell you were sitting next to me close to my head. You started stroking my cheek and hair sweetly and I turned my head towards your touch. You took advantage of my parted lips to slide your thumb in my mouth, which I lightly sucked, hoping it would soon be your cock in my mouth. Instead, you removed your thumb and proceeded to lightly rub my skin, starting at my neck and shoulders and working your way down my body, purposely avoiding my breasts, down over my stomach to my legs, and again, teasing me, avoiding my pussy.

You finally start rubbing my inner thighs and the outside of my pussy lips, but you don't dip inside to touch my wetness or my clit. You growl your appreciation of my smooth lips and I wiggle and whimper in hopes my movements will cause you to make closer contact, but then you pull away. 

I can feel your breath on my face and you use your hand to turn my face toward you and you kiss me sweetly, deeply. Then your kiss turned hungry. It was like you were devouring me. Before I knew what was happening, you had pulled back from the kiss and were nudging your cock to my lips. I eagerly complied and opened my mouth so I could taste you. You groan at the feeling of my tongue on the sensitive underside of your cock and that prompts me to take more of you in. Because of the restraints I had limited movements, but then you placed your hands on either side of my head and began fucking my mouth taking over the movements. You were fucking my mouth like you would fuck my pussy, forcing all of your cock down my throat to the point of making me gag. But you didn't care, and neither did I. I wanted you to cum right in the back of my throat.

You slowed your strokes but stayed in my mouth while I felt you lean slightly so you could reach my pussy. FINALLY! You immediately push two fingers deep inside me and quickly add a third. My moaning caused a sort of vibration on your cock and you jerked from the sensation. Then you removed your fingers and started teasing my clit with a light touch. I tried to move to get more friction, but again the restraints kept me from moving more than an inch or two.

By now I'm insane with needing to cum. You remove your fingers from my clit and away from my pussy altogether, but I can't protest with your cock still in my mouth. But then I suddenly felt a soft, warm, wet tongue on my clit. It felt so good and I needed to cum so badly, it took several moments for my brain to register the fact that in your current position fucking my mouth, there was no way you could also be licking my pussy. There was someone else in the room and he (or she) was licking my clit! Once I realized what was happening I started to groan and wiggle in frustration. I was a little more than nervous, but then I felt hands, and I knew they were yours, on my torso holding me down. The mouth on my pussy was licking and sucking with more vigor. Your hands on me reminded me that I was safe and I started to calm down. It didn't take long for me to decide to just go with it. I needed to cum and be fucked so badly that it didn't really matter in that moment. 

You began stroking your cock in and out of my mouth in earnest now while pinching and pulling my nipples. With the combination of you in my mouth, administering to my nipples and the nameless, faceless person between my legs, when this person pushed what felt like three fingers inside me at once, I came faster and harder than I ever have in my life. 

Just as my seemingly unending orgasm was over and I felt completely drained, you pulled your still hard cock out of my mouth and the person between my legs moved off of the bed. I could feel you loosening the lengths of rope attached to my restraints at my arms and legs to give me just enough slack for you to tell me to turn over on my stomach. You then tell me to get on my hands and knees, to which I quickly complied. I then felt the bed dip in two different areas. The other person was working their way under my body so I would be on top. I started to speak but then you said in my ear, 'Not a word, my love, or I'll have to gag you.'. I didn't think I'd like to be gagged so I quickly shut my mouth. 

I was now straddling what I now knew was another man, because he was now guiding his condom wrapped dick into my pussy. He was very thick and hard, but he slid all the way in easily from the cream my pussy created from my huge orgasm. I started moving up and down on him when I felt you behind me with your hands on my ass and I stilled my motions. I hear you open something and then I feel a cool sensation on my asshole as you push a finger slowly into my ass. You worked your finger in and out of my ass until you had it all the way in. Then you removed your finger and came back with more lubricant and two fingers. The sensation of having a cock in my pussy and your fingers in my ass was almost overwhelming. Slightly painful, but so erotic.

Once you were satisfied my ass was sufficiently prepared you pulled your fingers out of my ass and squirted more lubricant directly on my ass. Then I felt you pushing the head of your cock into me. I remembered from the many erotic stories I've read saying you should relax and bear down. I did, and it seemed easier to take you. You slowly worked your cock into my ass until you were all the way in and held it for a few moments in that spot until I felt acclimated to your size. Then you started to move. And the man beneath me seemed to take his cue from you to set the speed. You started off slowly so you wouldn't hurt me. Every time you pulled your cock back, he would push his in. I couldn't even move because you were holding my hips and the two of you were controlling the situation.

Already another orgasm was building and I didn't know how long my arms would hold the top half of me upright. I started to relax my arms to rest on the man's torso, but then you grabbed and handful of my hair and yanked me back up. By now you were both fucking my brains out. I had never tried a true double penetration before and it was exactly how I imagined it would be. I felt full. I felt erotic. I felt dominated.

Your hand started to ease up on my hair and I took that as permission to lay my head down. But as I did, you yanked my head back up again. However, this time, you navigate my head and upper body to the side of the bed where I encountered a third person.

At this point I'm so crazy with lust, my brain barely registers the thought 'the more the merrier!'. But as you move me closer to the person's spread legs I realize this person is a woman, not a third man as I assumed. I could smell her musky scent as you forced my face closer to her pussy. She took over the control of my head and pulled me to where my mouth was right at her entrance. When I hesitated, she gently tugged my hair urging me on, so I tentatively stuck my tongue out and took a long lick of her pussy from bottom to top until I felt her clit with my tongue. I didn't know what I was doing, but I know what I like, so I started circling her clit lightly with my tongue, licking up and down either side of it. I also licked her lips and bit them slightly. I was really getting into it when I hear her start to moan and I knew she was close.

Just then someone reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. With my ass and pussy filled and my face in another woman's crotch, it only took a moment for me to have an explosive orgasm. Mine seemed to set off a series of orgasms starting with the woman, then the other man and you were last, filling my ass with your cum. 

I collapsed on top of the other man and you pulled out of me to get off the bed and release me from my restraints. You gently moved my limp body off of the man and curled up behind me on the bed. I still had my blindfold on and was on the verge of passing out. I vaguely heard movement in the room but couldn't care enough to take the blindfold off to look. Moments later I hear the door to our room open and close. Only then did you remove my blindfold. 

You and I were the only people in the room. The two strangers were gone. You turned me over so you could give the deepest, sweetest kiss you've ever given me. You told me how much you love me and I returned your feelings. We fell asleep in each others arms never discussing the identities of the couple you brought into our bed. And I suspect we never will.



To My Wife's Surprise



The whole thing started as a fantasy but which one of us it was that had the fantasy, it's hard to say. We were in bed, having just fucked up a storm, when I asked my wife if she would be interested in trying anal sex. She sat for a moment before answering and to my surprise, she said she would like to try it. My cock went straight up upon hearing this and she moved over and sat down on it, moaning as I entered her again.

We talked again about anal sex a few days later and decided that we had to take it slow and try different gels and toys first. That night, we went out for dinner, as was our usual Friday night date, and as we were sitting enjoying the meal, a man walked over and asked if he could join us. I looked around the restaurant and noticed that most of the tables were occupied, so I nodded and welcomed him.

He introduced himself and asked if we would mind if he ordered some more wine. We agreed and through the dinner, he paid special attention to my wife and kept giving her these looks. She didn't seem to mind or she was naïve about what he was doing. The evening came to a close and after a final glass of wine, my wife made like she wanted to leave. I started to make the usual excuses when he stopped me and asked me if he could talk to me alone. I agreed and we went to the men's room.

As soon as we entered, he turned and pushed me up against a wall. Holding me there, he groped my crotch but didn't say a thing. After a few minutes, he let me go and then asked me if I would like to meet him somewhere. My mind was in a blur and not really understanding what was going on, I asked him what he meant.

He said it was simple. He wanted to fuck me and my wife. I couldn't believe what I was hearing but after a moment, I answered that I wasn't sure my wife would like that and I didn't know if she would want to see me getting fucked. He smiled and said that he had watched us enter the restaurant and had admired my wife's ass. He went further to explain that he had always wanted to fuck with a couple and we seemed like the type who would enjoy it. I suggested quickly, just to get out of the restroom, that I would talk to my wife and I would let him know. He wasn't happy with that and said that we should go back and find out right now. With that he opened the door and headed back to the table.

He sat down and moved his chair a little closer to my wife. He asked her if she would like another glass of wine and as I sat down, she nodded. He ordered another glass for all of us and then turned to my wife. He leaned towards her and simply said, "I want to fuck you." My wife, who was taking a sip of her wine, almost spat it out all over the table. She looked at him and then at me and asked what we had talked about in the men's room. He said that he had asked me if he could fuck her and me and I had told him it was up to her. My wife was speechless for a minute and then looked at me. She said that we would discuss it and let him know. Again, he wasn't happy with that and I could see his hand moving onto her thigh. She jumped a little at his touch but didn't shy away. He kept talking to her, trying to persuade her and as he did, his hand rubbing her leg, kept moving up closer to her crotch. 

My wife took another sip of her wine and I could see that she was relaxing a little more with every movement of his hand and upon hearing what he was saying to her. I couldn't make out too much of what he was saying because he was almost whispering into her ear. At one point, my wife smiled at whatever he said and I knew that she was giving in. I wanted to break this up so I stood up and said to my wife, that we should be going. He looked at me with a slight scowl on his face but before he could say anything, my wife told me to sit down. I slowly sat down again and I could see that his hand was on her crotch, rubbing up and down her slit. She was squirming slightly in her seat and seemed to be hanging on every word he said to her.

After about 20 minutes, my wife's legs were apart and the man was playing with her through her panties. I looked around to see if anyone was watching them but no one seemed to know what was going on so I returned my gaze to the two of them. 

Finally, after another glass of wine, my wife suddenly said that it was time to leave and quickly rearranging her self, she stood up. She started to walk away from the table but was a little unsteady on her feet. I wasn't sure if it was from the wine or the groping but I stood up quickly and held onto her arm as we left the restaurant, the man right behind us. When we got to our car, my wife turned around and said that she wanted to be fucked by both of us and she didn't care where but it had to be soon. She reached between her legs and rubbed herself wantonly. The man stepped forward and replaced her hand with his and I could see him pull her panties aside and insert a finger into her cunt. She groaned, as he entered her, and we stood in the parking lot for a few minutes, my wife writhing as the man finger fucked her. She reached over and started to rub my cock through my jeans as he continued fucking her. She finally stopped him and said that she needed a cock now. He looked at me and I at him and he grinned. He had won.

He said we could leave our car here and that he had a place just across the street. He led us to a small suite type hotel and we went up to his room, my wife holding onto to the two of us with a wanton lustful look on her face and me in an unbelieving daze. He quickly unlocked the door and ushered us into his suite. I looked around and it had the usual, a couch, several tables and of course, a large bed, in the other room. He quickly shut the door and told me to sit down. He then moved over to my wife and started to remove her clothes. He quickly had my wife naked in the middle of the room and started kissing her and fondling her breasts. As they kissed, he reached around and pulled my wife to him, holding onto her cheeks and fondling them. 

I started to get up and he stopped me and told me to sit and watch. He moved down and started sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with his teeth. My wife was moaning and groaning and holding his head against her chest. He kept moving down and was soon eye level with her cunt. He reached up and pushed a finger up inside her, forcing her to open her legs further to accommodate him. She had her eyes closed and her head back, her mouth open, sighing loudly as the man started to thrust his finger in and out of her. He leaned into her and I saw his tongue start to probe her clit. She has a very sensitive clit and it didn't take long for her to start moaning even louder as he continued to finger fuck her and eat her. I watched the two of them and to my amazement, I realized that my cock was hard and straining against the front of my jeans.

The man said something to my wife that I couldn't hear and she turned around so she was facing me. He stood up behind her and started to kiss and lick his way down her back. He parted her cheeks and started to finger her ass hole. I looked at my wife's face and was surprised to see the lust on it as he continued to play with her ass hole. I couldn't see what he was doing to her but she was enjoying it immensely. His face was up against her cheeks and I assumed he was reaming her ass with his tongue. She was moaning really loud now and was telling him to fuck her.

He said something to her again in a whisper and she moved across the room to the couch. She leaned forward, sticking her ass out at him, as he followed her, not letting go of her. He immediately went down and spread her cheeks again. I watched his tongue reach out and start to probe her ass hole. I could see it running up and down her back slit and then he tried inserting it into her ass. She leaned forward a little more and held her cheeks apart for him. I watched him insert his tongue up inside her ass hole and start to tongue fuck her. She was writhing back against him and was moving back and forth, helping him fuck her. 

He finally stopped and stood up. He looked over at me and watched my face as he stripped his clothes off. My wife was still leaning against the couch and moaning. When he took his shorts off, I couldn't believe the size of him and it almost made me come right there in my pants. My next thought was how was my wife going to take all of him, whether it was in her cunt or her ass. 

After he had all his clothes off, he asked me if I had ever fucked my wife in the ass before. I told him no but that we had talked about trying it. With that, he said to watch and listen as he walked back to my wife. He told her to lean forward some more and then pushed his huge cock deep inside her cunt. She gasped aloud at his size and he started to thrust in and out of her, making her groan loudly. I could see that my wife was in the throes of a climax and she was yelling at him to fuck her and at the same time, telling me that she had never been fucked like this before. She had totally given into this man and was enjoying it.

He pulled out of her and stepped back a little, pointing his hard cock at her other hole. He leaned forward and started to push his cock into her ass hole. She gasped loudly at first and then almost screamed as he continued to push into her. Finally he was all the way in her, his balls resting against her ass. He stopped for a moment and then started to slowly thrust in and out of her ass hole, telling her to relax and enjoy it.

Here I was, sitting with an enormous hard on, watching my wife getting literally, raped and enjoying it. I didn't even think about her being raped because I knew she was enjoying what was happening and I was too. He pulled out of her and told her to get down on the floor on her hands and knees. She quickly did as she was told and he straddled her ass, pointing his cock at her hole again. This time, he thrust fully into her and started to bang at her. I could hear the skin slaps as he fucked the hell out of her ass hole.

They were only a few feet from me and I had a good view of his cock pounding in and out of her ass hole. I watched in amazement as he continued to pound her and she was groaning louder and louder.

He suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. He told her to sit down and watch what he was going to do next. He looked at me and told me to take my clothes off. I stood and undressed in front of the two of them. When I had all my clothes off, he told me to come and take my wife's place in front of him. I shakily, walked over and got down on my hands and knees, my ass facing him. I felt his tongue, invade my ass and he was licking and sucking on me. I knew what was coming but it didn't seem to matter, as I was excited after watching my wife and him.

I felt his tongue leave my ass hole and his cock probing between my cheeks. He told me to hold my cheeks apart and I reached around and spread them as far as I could. He found my hole and after some steady pressure, his cock head pooped into me. I wasn't ready for the feeling of pain that shot through me and I yelled out for him to stop. I heard him chuckle, and he told me to relax and started pushing his huge cock deeper into me. Besides the pain, the pressure inside my bowel was building as he pushed further into me. Finally, he was all the way up inside me and I could feel his balls against my ass. He didn't move for a minute and then slowly, pulled his cock back out of me until just his head was inside me. He then slowly pushed back into me full and the pain and pressure seemed to be subsiding. After a few more slow thrusts, I found that I was enjoying being fucked and the pain had turned into something else.

He suddenly stopped and pulled his cock completely out of me. He told me to turn around and lay on my back. I did as he said and he raised my legs over his shoulders and thrust back into me. He told me he wanted me to watch him as he fucked me. Here I was in a strange hotel room, flat on my back, being fucked and enjoying it. I didn't know what my wife was doing and I didn't care as all I wanted was for him to keep fucking me. I looked down between my legs and watched his cock sliding in and out of my ass. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and ever felt. I didn't want him to ever stop.

He leaned forward a little more, forcing my legs up over my head, making my ass stick out at him and started really pounding in and out of me. Again I heard and felt his balls slap against my ass every time her fully entered me. He was sweating now and huffing a little as he pounded me. He seemed to have lots of stamina because he fucked me for what seemed like a long time. He again, suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out of me. He told me to get up and go sit on the couch again. I did as I was told and only then did I see that my wife was ready for more fucking. She had moved back down on the floor and was wriggling her ass at him, inviting him to fuck her. He thrust into her in one movement and started pounding her ass again, making her groan loudly.

I could hear their skin slap together as he fucked her as hard as he could. He pumped his cock in and out of her savagely almost but lovingly in another fashion. She was enjoying it and he was enjoying it too. I watched them as he fucked her and heard her yelling at him to fuck her hard and stick his huge cock deep inside her. I absent mindedly, reached for my cock , which was sticking straight up in the air. He saw me and stopped fucking my wife. He almost angrily, told me to stop touching my self and to come over to him. I did and he pulled his cock out of my wife, telling me to stick my cock inside my wife's ass. Who was I to argue at this stage and I did as I was told. I entered her ass and felt her tightness. 

I pushed my cock into her until I was all the way inside her. She grunted a little when I reached the end of her canal and I held myself against her cheeks. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do, fuck her or what so I waited for him to tell me. 

I felt his cock at my ass hole again and he pushed his cock back up inside me in one thrust. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck your wife while I'm fucking you. Follow my lead and get into sequence with my thrusts and it will go well and feel good." I did as I was told. He started to slowly thrust in and out of me and I tried to match him as I thrust in and out of my wife. Soon we had it down to an art and were fucking away at each other, enjoying the immense feeling. My wife was writhing under me as I fucked her and I was trying to push back against him as he pounded my ass with his huge cock. What a feeling, having my cock inside my wife as he was fucking the hell out of me at the same time. 

I didn't know how long I could last. I didn't want to stop and yet, I didn't want to not come either. He answered me soon after that by bellowing in my ear that he was going to come and fill up my ass. With that I felt him start to spurt his warm seed deep inside me, making me want to finish with him. He pounded in and out of me a few more times and the held me against his groin as he emptied himself into me. He then started to push me forward again, making me thrust into my wife again. 

I came, suddenly, in a gush and started to spurt my come up deep inside my wife's ass. She was pushing back against me as I erupted inside her and she screamed when she felt my warm come spewing into her. We both finished and we held ourselves in that position for a few minutes. He then pulled out of me and told me to do the same. When I did, my wife slumped to the floor and he told me to go sit on the couch. Again I did as I was told, rather shakily, but I managed to get to the couch and sit down. 

No one said anything for quite a while and then he looked at me and asked how it felt to be fucked in the ass. I told him, "I have never felt anything like that before in my life. I enjoyed it and wanted more." He laughed and looked at my wife. She was almost incoherent but assured him that she wanted more too. He had been in complete command up to now but I wanted to see how much command he really had. I asked him, "Have you ever been fucked?" He laughed and said that he had never had a cock up his ass. I was getting my senses back more and more and asked him if he would like to get fucked. This time he didn't laugh and just looked at both my wife and I before saying, "No, I don't think that will ever happen." He then grinned and looked at my wife again.

I wasn't going to stop though. I said, "You've just raped two people and now what do you want to do?" He thought for a moment and then said, "I'm going to fuck you both again." I looked at my wife and she was getting her senses back and she winked at me. I knew what she was thinking as I think she knew where I was going with this conversation. I looked at him again and said, "I think its time that the rapist found out what being raped is all about." I stood up quickly and moved over to him. Before he could move, I was on him, pinning him to the floor. My wife was right there with me and held him too. 

She looked at me and said, "Ok, honey, now it's his turn." I just nodded and moved behind him. I stuck my finger up his ass as far as I could and started to finger fuck him. He yelped as I continued but I could sense that he was giving in to his feelings. I pulled my finger out of him and leaned in to stick my tongue up his ass hole. I thrust it as far as I could up into him and he yelped again. I licked and sucked at him until I felt he was wet enough. I moved him onto his hands and knees and pointed my cock at his hole. He didn't resist too much but my wife had a good hold on him so he couldn't fight us off.

I thrust into him and didn't stop when I reached the end of his canal. I started thrusting harder and faster and he was crying for me to stop. Above his noise, my wife was telling me to fuck him good and hard and to fill his ass with my come. I lunged forward and slapped against his ass every time I thrust fully into him. He wasn't crying any more but was actually, pushing back against me as I continued to fuck him. My wife kept telling me to fuck him and I continued plunging in and out of his ass until I started to spurt my come up inside him. He cried out when he felt my warm seed in him and I held myself against his ass as I finished emptying myself in him. When I was finished, I pulled out of him and pushed him down on the floor where my wife held him as he panted and rasped, trying to get his wind back.

I looked at my wife and grinned a slow grin. She grinned back and winked at me. She looked down at him and said, "Now you know what it's like to be raped. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did." He mumbled that he was sorry and that yes, he had enjoyed all of it. 

I looked at my wife and told her to let him up. She got off him and he raised himself to his knees. He looked at the both of us and saw that we were grinning and he grinned too. We all relaxed a little and he told us that he had never imagined that being fucked would feel so good. My wife asked him, "Would you like to do it again?" He quickly answered, "Oh yeah, I want to feel your husbands hard cock deep inside me. I want him to fuck me again." I looked down and my cock was in no state to fuck anything at the moment but I noticed his was as hard as a rock. I looked at my wife and said, 'Honey, I can't do it right now but he needs some help." She looked down and saw his huge cock standing straight out in front of him. She reached over and pulled on his cock, not too gently either. She was mocking him now as she leaned over to him and said, " It's to bad you're so turned on. Maybe you need some help with this big cock. What would you like me to do about it?" He looked at her and then me and said, "Please suck me or let me fuck you again, either of you." My wife looked at me and then him and said, "I love your big cock and I love it inside me but I think we should let my husband make the decision." With that she looked at me and said, "Do you want to watch or do you want to be fucked?" I was little taken back by this because I had never heard my wife talk this way before. "Actually," I said, "I want both. I want to watch him fuck you in the ass again and then have you watch him fuck me." 




To My Wife's Surprise



She just grinned. "Me first," she said and immediately got up onto her hands and knees again. She raised her ass in the air and looked at the man. "Well, don't just sit there, get that big cock over here and up my ass, right now." He quickly glanced at me and then did as he was told. He mounted my wife and was soon pounding in and out of her ass, making her groan and yell at him to fuck her harder. He pounded her for quite a while until I stopped him. "My turn,' I said as I pulled him off my wife and moved so he could fuck me. He quickly got between my legs and entered me in one thrust. Again I felt his cock head rubbing against the walls of my canal and felt his balls slapping my ass every time he thrust fully into me. 

He pounded my ass for quite some time and I could hear him grunting as he continued. My wife stopped him again and said, "I want you to come in my ass," and pulled him off me. She pulled him over to the couch and got onto her back, raising her legs over her head. He pointed his engorged cock at her hole and thrust into her, making her gasp one more time. He started pounding in and out of her and their skin slapping was getting louder. He soon came deep inside her and she yelled when she felt his warm come spurting up in her canal. She held him there until he was finished and then told him to clean her up. He pulled out of her and started to lick her ass. His come was leaking out of her and running down her legs and he lapped at it like it was an ice cream cone.

Watching this had given me another erection and so while he was cleaning up my wife's ass, I moved him so I could fuck him again. I pointed my cock at his hole and pushed into him fully. This time I took my time and fucked him slowly and deliberately. As I thrust in and out of him, my wife told him to eat her cunt. He leaned forward and started licking her slit. She started howling as he did and when I thrust fully into him, I pushed his mouth further into her. Amongst, the skin slapping and my wife's howling, I could hear him moaning and groaning as I continued to pound his ass. I soon started to come and I thrust into him as far as I could and let it go. He groaned loudly at feeling my warm come spurting up into him and he pushed back against me. As I held him, I looked down at my wife and she was writhing from the tongue lashing he was giving her. I stayed in him until my wife had a glorious climax and then pulled out of him, letting him slip down to the floor. 

I looked at my wife and waited for her to come down a little before suggesting that maybe it was time for us to leave. I was surprised when she looked at me and grinned and said, "No, I want some more of the two of you." With that, I leaned into her and stuck my tongue on her clit. She jumped when I did and I soon had her going through the throes of another climax. After I had finished, I asked her if now she had had enough and she just said, "No, I want both of you to fuck me again in the ass and I want to feel your come running down my legs." 

The night continued for a few hours more. I fucked my wife and the man fucked her and me. From now on I knew that anal sex was the way we were going to go and if we could find someone else to enjoy it with, so much the better. We left the man in his room and on the way down in the elevator, my wife looked at me and said, "We didn't even find out what his name was." I said that it didn't matter but I hoped he had learned something tonight." 

We have since found someone who loves anal sex as much as we do and isn't afraid to experiment with the both of us.