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Carpe Dieam

By: deuce226



**Note to Readers: Please respond with comments! Constructive criticism encouraged! This story was based on true experiences in my life. Names, dates, and locations have been changed to protect the sexually mischievous (ha-ha). Liberal creative interpretation of actual events was used to piece together a period of time. Even though some parts of this story are slightly altered or exaggerated, for story telling purposes, the essence of the tail is intact and comes from a private journal I kept.




At the time the following events unfolded in my life I had just turned 30. Susan, my wife, was 28. She was a naturally beautiful brunette. 5'8" tall and had an extremely athletic body. She had recently begun to compete in Olympic distance triathlons. The training for this kept her body in peak physical shape. Luckily for me she retained her breasts, 34C, even though most triathlon participants loose them. She had beautiful brown eyes and I remember when I first met her a friend of mine compared her looks to the actress Christine Taylor. I agree whole-heartedly, they could have been sisters separated at birth. 

I have to admit looking back at the events now I was more open to this type of thing that I was willing to admit. I defiantly had my reservations but the mere thought of such financial gain tied to intense sexual pleasure was too appealing. It was our apple in the Garden of Eden.

To most our Garden of Eden would not have been an "Eden" at all but we were content. Our quaint house on a cul-de-sac in a quite neighborhood was our perfect home. Susan and I had been married for 5 years. We met on a semester break halfway through college and became fast friends. Our relationship started off as most do in college, no strings attached, but over the remaining years of college and through other miserably failed and wasted relationships we always came back to each other. Every time we reunited the confessions of our past lovers was always such a shock to me I didn't know how to deal with it. My "defense mechanism," if you can call it that, was to get turned on. The first time I experienced this emotion was over the phone. We were on again big time since our last summer break but were apart for the semester, which had just begun. This otherwise uneventful evening was the awakening of something in me I didn't know existed. She confessed to me that during our most recent time apart she had been with another guy. I knew this was obviously the case but had never been confronted with the reality before. With my stomach in my throat and my heart beating so hard in my chest it caused me to strain to hear her on the other end of the phone. Panic came over me.

"Really," I sputtered out.

Her voice began to crack and she went into an apology.

"That's not necessary," I said, "I understand, I don't feel any different about you now." 

I was lying. My adrenaline was peaked! I could break the 3-minute mile no sweat. I could bench press a house. Holy shit I thought I was going to pass out.

"I thought you'd hate me," she said.

"Seriously, not at all," I responded, "Thank you for telling me. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about it?"

"If you'd like," she responded.

I slowly began asking her when, with who, where, and all the other details. As she began responding to each question I got harder and harder. This rush was overwhelming. Listening to her confess her exploits in such detail. My hands were shaking and I was slowly beginning to stroke myself.

"Well, it was Kevin. The guy you met that night we were out together at that bar. We had hung out before and once had a drunk make out session but nothing more," she said.

"Go on," I tried not to sound like I was begging.

"I went out with Britney that night and two of her friends from school I didn't know. We went to the bar where Kevin worked because it was ladies night," she explained. 

"One drink lead to many and before I knew it I was tipsy and in the back of Britney's car with Kevin on our way home. When we arrived to drop him off he asked if I wanted to come in. I said ok and Britney asked if I was sure. I was drunk and my inhibitions were down so I decided to go inside. One thing led to another and we ended up having sex," she finished.

Dang, I need more; I'm about ready to loose my mind I thought.

"Where did you do it," I asked.

"We started in the shower together then finished in his bedroom," she answered.

"What position?" 

"We started doggy but finished missionary," she answered.

"Did you wear a condom?" 

A brief pause then barely audible sigh, "No," she replied.

BLAM! My head exploded. The visuals of her wet body, her gorgeous long wet hair, the image of her beautiful breasts hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of his hips undulating behind her. I was close! My balls were tight and I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum now. You could have dropped me into the middle of Times Square, a million eyes suddenly on me, and I wouldn't have noticed. I was transfixed and I was going to cum. My mind was so entranced I swear I could smell her perfume, hear her moans, and feel her wet, hot pussy around my aching cock.

"So...." Trying not to give away the fact that I was Nano-seconds away from coming.

I asked, "So, did he cum in you?"

"No, he pulled out and came on my stomach," she whispered.

That was all I needed to hear. I couldn't take one second more and I erupted. I came harder than I had ever cum before. It was like experiencing an orgasm for the first time and thinking "YEAH! FUCK YEAH! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!"

"Nick, are you there? Hello? Hello," she questioned. 

The second hello pulled me back into reality and slapped me in the face. SHIT! Idiot! You're still on the phone and she is going to know something is up! Answer her!

"Yes, yes, I'm here," I stuttered.

"Are you OK," she inquired.

"Yes, sorry, I was just processing everything." In reality I was slowly beginning to make my descent from such a high.

We talked for about another hour or so and I felt incredibly attracted to her. More than I ever had in the past. Some sort of weird, unexplainable sexual energy I had never experienced before. We ended our conversation on a very happy note, happier than she realized of course, and said our goodnights. This happened a few more times throughout my college years. After graduation I landed a job in Texas. As the fates would have it Susan did too. This undoubtedly led to a wonderful relationship for one year, our subsequent engagement, and then our marriage. 

Before our marriage we did some intensive couples counseling. We are both "planners" and wanted to start off right. During these counseling sessions we would receive homework. We would each get a question, write our answer, and then read our answer to each other. 

The topics ranged from finances, to children, tos, to health problems. What happens if you become pregnant and the child has Down syndrome? Who will handle the money? How involved will each of your parents be in your lives and your future children's lives? I had never thought about answers to such questions before. I was delighted when sharing my answers with my wife I found we could have written each other's. All but one that is. 

What are your sexual fantasies? During this I confided in Susan about the times I would pleasure myself to her past sexual exploits. She was extremely loving and understanding as she always is. It didn't seem to even shock her as I thought it might have. She said she totally understood the turn-on for me. However she didn't share the fantasy and I soon found out she didn't care to even role-play it in the bedroom much.

Fast-forward 5 years. Still married. Still incredibly happy, no children and my career had progressed nicely. My salary had allowed my wife to switch careers and start over in another field. We were more financially secured then anyone I know, that is our age, and living very comfortably. However, in our social circle we see those who have what I call "fuck you" money. Some have enough money that they do not have to worry about anything, ever. Not taxes, not market crashes, not anything. "Fuck you money." We often talk about how nice it would be to one day be in the same financial position as some around us. 

"It is interest over time baby," my standard response. 

"Sock as much away as you can stand now, live debt free, and watch it grow." One day we will have "fuck you money." Or at least that was our plan.

Enter Ms. Dana Wright. Dana lives on the opposite side of the neighborhood as us, on a gorgeous lake, in a gorgeous home. Home is not the appropriate noun, mansion, with a capital M. Her late husband was an incredibly successful entrepreneur. (I could divulge the way he made his fortune but since this story is based on actual events in my life it would certainly give too much away.) Dana was 15 years Mr. Wright's junior. He died in a tragic accident and left her everything. 

My wife and Dana became great friends over the five years since we married and moved in to the neighborhood. I always though there was something about Dana but could never put my finger on it, my wife who is way more intuitive than I felt the same way and on June 7, 2010 we found out what it was.

It was an evening like any other. Actually, it was gorgeous out. It was the perfect temperature. I had just finished cooking up some salmon on the grill and whilst enjoying an adult beverage when my wife arrived home. I had arrived home from work a few hours before her so I thought I'd be a loving husband and get dinner ready. I'll never forget the look on her face when she walked in the door. At first it startled me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You are never going to believe what happened to me today!"

I briskly walked over to her very concerned, "What? What happened? Are you ok?"

"Oh I'm fine. At least I think I'm fine," she stated.

"Look at this," she insisted. 

In her outstretched hand was a manila envelope. Inside there was a large stack of papers, probably 50 pages or so. On the top it had an attorneys letterhead, Michaels and Dowe.

"What is this?" I asked as I started leafing through the pages.

"It's a contract," she replied.

"A contract for what?" 

"For 8 million dollars," She exclaimed in a loud and drawn out tone leaving her mouth hanging open in a look of disbelief. 

"What? What are you talking about? 8 million dollars for what?" I inquired.

"For sex," she said with I tone I did not quite recognize.

"What do you mean for sex?" 

I was confused but my adrenaline started flowing. My senses were peaking.

"It's from Dana. It is a contract for 8 million dollars, for sex," she said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Time out!" I exclaimed, "Start at the beginning and tell me everything."

Over the next hour and a half she proceeded to tell a story that would eventually take us a full week to process. 

She had spent the day with Dana shopping. They were ending the afternoon together poolside at Danas house overlooking the calm waters of the lake she lives on. 

"We were just having a normal conversation when all of a sudden she dropped a bomb on me," Susan began to explain.

"She excused herself and went inside then returned a short moment later with a folder containing this envelope. Before she handed it to me she made me swear that what was inside would not change our friendship. I don't like making such promises but I obliged her. She opened the envelope and said 'here is a contract for 8 million dollars to be paid to you over the next 12 months.' Before I could say anything she nervously jumped into her spiel.

"I want to hire you and your husband. Mostly just you but I know how devoted you two are to each other so after giving it some thought I want to include him for your sake. I want to hire you and pay you 8 million dollars over the next 12 months during which time I will own you. You will be 100% my property. An indentured servant if you will. Starting the first month, if you accepting this proposal, a deposit will be made in the checking account of your choosing. This will continue to happen every consecutive month for 12 months until your debt is paid off. Afterwards you are free to return to your normal life," my wife took a pause to allow me to process.

Susan continued her narrative, "To be as blunt as I possibly can- I want you to be my sexual slave. I will be your mistress, if you will, and I will be in complete control of you sexually. I will also dictate how much your husband is allowed to participate each month with you. It doesn't concern me what he does on his own time." 

"I interrupted her," Susan said, "I was completely shocked, and asked her 'why are you asking me to do such a thing?'"

"You see Susan," she began to explain, "It gets me off to watch others get off. I cum the hardest when I know I have helped someone achieve the maximum limits of pleasure. In fact I pretty much can't cum unless I know my servant is reaching heights they never knew existed. I choose to almost exclusively only get off in this fashion. I am fortunate enough that the universe has placed me in a situation where I have the financial means to make my desires come true. The irony of the situation is I need someone else I can control to fulfill my desires. You have been a dear friend to me for the past 5 years and I know I am risking our friendship right now with this proposition. I honestly feel if I didn't ask then I would wonder for the rest of my life if you would of accepted. I am also aware of you and your husband's own financial goals. No doubt 8 million will most defiantly get you into a personal financial situation you both are striving and working so hard to achieve. I hope you choose yes. If not, I would sincerely want to maintain our friendship as it is but understand how I have changed things and possibly made it impossible for that to be. I won't say anything more. The contract must be responded to within 1 week. After the time has expired the contract is void and I only make the offer just this once. You either accept and fully commit, or respectfully decline and that's it. I trust you can see yourself out. Hopefully, I will talk to you soon."

"Then she stood up and walked into the house. I sat there for a moment trying to process what I had just heard," Susan said. 

"Have you read all this yet?" I asked referring to the stack of papers in my hand.

"I have," she answered, "I sat in my car outside her house and read it completely through." 

"Well what does it say?" I asked.

Mostly it is just legalese regarding how we will get paid, the time and date we will get paid, there is a confidentiality clause, and a bunch of other stuff regarding benefits I will receive while being in her "employ."

"Like what kind of benefits?" I asked.

"Well, I get a car, a new phone, she will buy all my clothes, take care of any doctors bills or visits I may need or have in the next 12 months, pay for niceties such as hair cuts and "mani-pedis." The list goes on an on. It also stipulates that this is in conjunction with my monthly salary. Well I guess technically 'our' monthly salary."

"That's it? Nothing specific about what you have to do sexually," I asked.

"Well yes, that is all there too. Basically all you need to know is on page 4," She remarked

I quickly turned to page 4, narrowly avoiding a paper cut I was so hasty. It was a list of rules. They were exceptionally clear and brief.

1.I own you sexually.

2.You will be an open, willing, and exuberant participate in all of the sexual exploits I ask of you.

3.You will provide me with an exhaustive list of all sexual experiences in detail submitted prior to your employ.

4.You will vow to take great strides to fully immerse yourself in what I ask of you.

5.You will be sexually open to any and all ideas you are presented with

6.You will cum and you will enjoy it. 

"Holy shit are we in the movie indecent proposal?!?! WHAT THE FUCK!! I knew there was something about this chick," I yelled.

My wife just starred back at me. After the hour and a half of conversation about this unique situation we were both speechless, and hungry. We decide to go out and grab a quick bite. During dinner neither of us said a word to the other. Both of our minds were swirling. Weighing the pros and cons. Then simultaneously at the end of dinner we both resounded-

"NO WAY!"

We stopped, starred at each other, and shared a quick giggle.

I started first, "I mean 8 million dollars but c'mon, there's no way. I mean right? There's no way," I repeated.

"I agree," Susan said, "I'm not interested. I mean what kind of a person just throws something like that out there? I have known her for five years and I never would have guessed. I guess you just never truly know someone."

We drove home and both confirmed how crazy it all seemed. We laughed at its insanity. We mocked the proposal and specific lines in the contract. We arrived back home, joked some more, and then got ready for bed. 

"Well, I'm exhausted!" Susan said.

"HA! I bet!" I replied with a half laugh. 

"I love you baby," she said and I responded in kind.

We fell asleep. I was in a pitch-dark deep sleep when I was ripped out of it. Something was pulling on my arm and shaking me. As I shook the fog from my head my eyes in the darkness could barley make out the silhouette of my wife awake sitting up, tugging me to rouse.

"What is it?" I asked.

She responded with only just one word that sent my whole world careening out of control.

"Maybe..."

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It was the deadline. Susan and I were sitting across from our kitchen table together staring at each other. Each of us was running through our decision for the last time.

"We have 15 minutes to reply," Susan said.

"I know, but we are on the same page right? We are not going through with this," Which came out of my mouth more as a question than a statement.

Susan still staring at me had a look of uncertainty about her. Over the past seven days our lives had been consumed by this topic only. It was the one and only thing we spoke about. It was the only thing we thought about. Four days after we were presented with the contract I decided to take a couple of vacation days form work. It was consuming our lives so much I, nor Susan, could concentrate on anything else. 

We had run the full gamut of emotions. We laughed about its absurdity, we took it serious, we grew concerned; it caused more than one heated argument. It made us answer questions neither of us ever though about before. Every logical argument pro or con was evaluated. We came up with every justification we could then we would immediately change our minds. Neither of us knew what to do.

"10 minutes now," I announced.

We were still staring at each other. Neither of us knew what decision to make and neither person felt they had the right to make the decision. 

"5 minutes," I said, "This is awful and I'm over it," I proclaimed with emotional and sexual frustration.

I stood up and walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a Corona and using an opener ripped the top off. After I took a big swig. I looked up at the clock again.

"2 minutes," I said.

I was in the process of taking a long contemplative stare into the suds of my beer when Susan informed me of our impending deadline.

"1 minute left."

"Well I guess that settles it." I said, "Fucking 8 million dollars!" 

I put my beer down on the counter and begin to walk out of the room. I had just turned the corner when I heard the phone dialing. My heart skipped a beat. I did an immediate about face and briskly walk back into the kitchen. As I crossed the threshold I heard a voice on the other end pick up.


Carpe Dieam



"Michaels and Dowe how can I direct you call," a young sounding female inquired.

I looked at Susan but she didn't look back. 

"This is Susan Miller for Mr. Michaels please, it is urgent," she said looking up at me.

I mouth to her, "what are you doing?" 

Susan just held up a finger to signify for me to be patient and looking away again.

"Right away Mrs. Miller, we have been expecting your call," the young female voice responded.

There was a very brief pause with shitty music and then an unfamiliar male voice answered the phone. 

"This is Mr. Michaels is this Mrs. Miller?" he asked.

Susan answered with a soft, "Yes."

"Well Mrs. Miller I need to inform you this conversation is being recorded and according to my watch you called with 35 seconds to spare. I assume your call is in regards to your acceptance of the proposal given to you by a Mrs. Wright?"

Time slowed down. My heart was slamming into my rib cage. Susan's face had anxiety written all over it. Seconds seemed like hours. Then the anxiety over her face melted away in slow motion and I saw a glint of excitement or intrigue or something in my wife's eyes I had not seen before. It only lasted for a fraction of a second but it was there. I remember it was something I couldn't quite place. It seared into my subconscious memory. It was subtle but unmistakable.

"What was going on in her mind," I wondered.

My wife gingerly replied, "Yes," her voice cracked.

"Excuse me Mrs. Miller but you have to speak up I couldn't quite hear you," the strange voice announced.

"Yes, I accept the terms of the contract," she said feverish but very clear, now just staring at me with her gorgeous brown eyes.

My knees grew week and I had to catch myself on the back of one of our kitchen chairs. I spun it around and quietly sat down. My head was spinning. Through the fog of my thoughts I could hear my wife answering personal questions regarding middle name, maiden name, birthdate and social security number for verification purposes. Moments later she hung up the phone.

"What just happened?" I asked looking up at her in what I am sure where the beginning stages of shock. 

"I made a decision," she responded, "You know what? I honestly believe we can handle anything. I mean anything. Would this be harder than us dealing with cancer? The death of a child? The death of a spouse? No way. This is a drop in the bucket in comparison. Maybe it was hasty but I made the decision and I'm sticking to it. I love you. I will always love you and we are going to do this together. Period. That's the end of this wretched, excruciatingly long dilemma," she exclaimed in a tone, which made me sound like she was trying to sell herself on the idea as well. 

After a brief pause she began again, "You know what else? 12 months and a day from now this will all be a thing of the past."

I cracked a smile and nervously laughed, "I guess you're right. But we need to talk about how exactly we are going to deal with this now that this decision has been made."

She nodded and responded with an equally nervous laugh as we embraced.

Then out of nowhere, like a crack of lightening the doorbell rang. It seemed as loud as an air horn, considering our mental state, and startled both of us.

"Who the hell is that?" I asked.

Susan looked at me with an equally puzzled face and I left our embrace to make my way to the front door. I cracked it open and an older gentleman in a black suite and tie greeted me. Behind him was a parked black stretch limousine.

"Is Mrs. Miller ready?" he queried.

My wife peeked out from behind me and I said, "Excuse me? What is this?"

"Sir and Madame, I was hired by a Mrs. Wright this evening to drive Mrs. Miller to her residence." 

As he explained himself he handed me an envelope with my wife's name etched on it in beautiful calligraphy. Susan took the envelope form me and tore it open. I peered over her shoulder to read along with her in silence.

Susan,

I am glad you have accepted my offer. As it stipulates in our agreement the contract goes into effect immediately. Drop what you are doing and leave now. Bring nothing with you and make sure to leave your cell phone behind. Please kiss your husband good-bye. I await your arrival shortly.

Sincerely,

D

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, "Do you remember reading that?" I directed at my wife.

"No," she said, "But I'm sure it is in there. I wouldn't want to break the contract in the first 5 minutes. I better go."

I was astonished. This went from zero to a hundred in less than two minutes. 

"Well, uh, I, uh..." stuttering she pressed her finger to my mouth. 

I moved her hand aside and started explaining, "We just said we were going to talk about exactly how we are going to deal with this!"

"We have been talking for a week. We have had that conversation," Susan said.

"Well that was always in a hypothetical," I pleaded.

"Remember what I said, I love you always. We will talk and we will be fine. I promise. I love you. Here is my phone," she kissed me then walked out the door. 

The driver helped her into the car. She looked at me in the last moment, just as she was climbing in, and I saw that same unfamiliar alien look in her eye I had just witnessed moments ago. My stomach dropped distracting me from analyzing her strange gaze any further as she quickly disappeared behind thick dark glass of the limousine. Moments later I was staring at red taillights holding my wife's phone thinking to myself, "What now?"

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I couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning all night long thinking of what predicaments my wife could be in. My mind was running wild. At some point in the middle of the night the sexual images my conscious was force-feeding me were too much. I sat up, pulled off my boxer briefs and began masturbating. Images of my wife being violated and ordered around, her naked body and thoughts of the pleasure she could be experiencing at this very moment brought me to a quick climax. Little did I know it was more than I could have imagined. It didn't take long before I found myself in the bathroom cleaning up. I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. 

"You're a wreck," I said aloud. 

What the hell am I going to do with myself? I thought. I glanced at the clock, 4 a.m. I decided to jump on the Internet. I walked down to the study and started scrolling through work emails that were beginning to backlog since I had taken some vacation. Answering a few that took little thought was not keeping my mind occupied. 

"Well," I thought, "Lets start writing everything down. I can't speak to my wife, and I don't know at this point when I will again so I'll write to her." 

I opened a new blank document and just started typing. Everything was just pouring out of me. A stream of consciousness flowed through my fingers regarding my thoughts, feelings, expectations, fears, and fantasy. It all compiled into one big hot mess of a document. Before I knew it I was starting my 8th page. I looked at the clock at the top of my desktop and saw it was now well after 5 a.m. I was tired but still had an extreme amount of nervous energy. I figured I'd go for a run before the sun came up. Then maybe after a hot shower I could get a few hours of sleep. I hit save on my document and went to get up when I realized the file saved as the first complete sentence of my incoherent ramblings. "I'm so fucking HORNY right now." I figured it best to change the file name. I clicked on the apple logo to open my "recent files" list and something caught my eye. When scanning the list for my document directly under my most recent addition was a file named "list for Dana." Anything with that name on it right now was a blaring alert. I double clicked and the document asked for a password. 

"What the..." I thought to myself, "My wife password protected a document?" 

I started guessing at the password. It only took me a few tries. Every password Susan has ever established has been a variation of the same thing, a childhood pets' name with a "random" sequence of numbers after wards. There were only a few childhood pets to choose from and only a few permutations of numbers, which held significance in her life that it could be. The file popped open and I began reading. It was a list outlining my wife's sexual history. I looked away having a conversation with myself. Was I a bad husband for snooping? I quickly came to the conclusion I could handle the consequences of my actions for being a snoop and began reading. I should have asked myself if I was in any sort of mental position to be reading such things in the first place in light of recent events. I only made it to the third sentence before I had such an erection it was actually causing pain at the base of my penis. 

"AAH! My dick is going to explode!" I thought grabbing the base of my throbbing cock and beginning to stoke myself.

Dana,

As requested I am submitting a history of my sexual experiences as I can best recollect. I am not sure the best format to do this in so I am just going to compile this letter informally. My sexual history is as follows:

My first time (intercourse) was when I was 19-sophomore year of college.

My first blowjob was when I was a senior in high school. Also this was the first time a boy ever went down on me 

I have never done anal, thought about it a few times but do not have much of a desire to peruse it. Too much work, lol

I have had 8 sexual partners (intercourse) not including my husband

I have had 12 sexual partners total. (Oral, fingering, hand job etc.)

My nipples are EXTREMEMLY sensitive

I once read in a magazine only about 30% of women can achieve orgasm through vaginal stimulation alone. I am happy to be one of those 30% (lol)

I have a rabbit style vibrator 

My favorite positing is to lay on top of Nick, with my back on his chest, and I use my vibrator while he fucks me.

I don't have many fantasies. Not sure why that is, I guess I just don't take the time to construct them. Two fantasies I do have though are: 

1.Fantasy about getting fucked in front of tall glass windows high up in a skyscraper where I can look out over the lights of a city. I guess it's the thought that someone might sneak a peek.  lol

2.Having sex outside in the rain on a warm summer day

I have had three one-night stands. You could probably say 4 but I had sex with the 4th one about 5 times so technically doesn't count I guess.

I once had sex with two different guys within a week of each other. 

I kissed another girl one time in college when I was drunk playing spin the bottle. 

I have never done anything more with another woman.

I once had sex with a guy while his roommate watched and jerked off. 

I also had sex once in the same room as another couple. (It was dark and nobody saw anybody but we all knew what was going on.)

My husband and I have sex probably 4-10 times a month depending on or hectic lives.

I have had phone sex numerous times

I have sent nude pics of myself to my husband (no face of course!)

My husband and I on occasion watch porn together

Well Dana, hopefully this is acceptable. I guess if I agree to the proposal you can let me know if there is anything else you want to know

Sincerely,

Susan

As I finished the letter I felt as if a stack of bricks was dropped on my head. She must have wanted to say yes! Who would go through all this trouble of diving into the recesses of your mind to compile a list of sexual experiences? The document had to of taken more than only a few minutes. Serious thought had to have gone into this! She must have wanted to say yes!!! And this had to be submitted in advance of accepting the contract!! 

"OH MY GOD!" I said out load. I was now convinced she had been planning to say yes for quite some time. 

"Maybe she just didn't know how, or want to admit, to me that she wanted this!" I thought. 

This realization along with the now very vivid images of my wife's sexual exploits pushed me over the edge. My legs began to twitch and my hips uncontrollably thrust forward. I came hard for a second time within a few hours and my balls and cock were getting very sore. Fuck, my whole body was getting sore. I was physically and mentally exhausted. I laid down on the couch opposite the computer in the study and finally was able to fall asleep.

A doorbell awaked me. My watch said 9:30 am and the sound of the doorbell immediately brought up the memory of a stretch limo arriving to take my wife away.

I threw on some pants and answered the door without a shirt. The FEDEX driver acted as if he didn't give a flying fuck I was shirtless in front of him. 

"I need a signature from a Mr. Nick Miller," he explained.

"That's me," I said.

"Please sign here sir," he directed. 

I signed the pad and he handed over a thin FEDEX envelope. I looked at the sender's information and it had Michaels and Dowe listed. I slammed the door shut and started tearing the envelope open. Inside was a piece of paper directing me to a website. I read further and it became apparent it was banking information. I ran upstairs, followed the directions closely and was soon logged into a bank account that was located in the warm and sunny Cayman Islands. The amount I saw was staggering. It was our first monthly payment. Well Susan's first monthly payment I guess. I at this point had not really earned a dime. God only knows what Susan was doing right now to earn such a staggering amount. It added up to just barley more than twice my yearly salary. After some more research I saw that in 29 days I would be able to have total access to the funds. Wow. This is really happening. The gravity of the situation started to sink in as my adrenaline from the preceding evening events had completely worn off. 

Not having anything else to do at the moment. I opened up my prior nights journal entry, haphazardly still named "I'm so fucking HORNY right now" and started typing again. More of the same really and I felt I was beginning to become very redundant so I choose to stop a short time after. Before closing I renamed the file. It took me a moment to think of a name for it but I decided upon Carpe Diem. I thought it fitting. That is what Susan and I we were doing I guess. If I had tried harder I'm sure I could have thought of something wittier but instead decided I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed my keys and gym bag and took off for the "Y" to exhaust myself in a workout. I wanted to go get rid of some energy so later I could sleep better.

The next couple of days were very quite. I went back to work that following Monday and immersed myself into my routine. After the evening of the second day I still had not heard from Susan and I was getting worried. I decided to drive to Danas house to contact her. I did not remember anything in the contract about me not coming by and it had been days since I had spoken with Susan. In my opinion it was starting to get a little unprofessional. I went up to the gate and buzzed the house but nobody answered. I taped a note on the gate and went home. A few hours later I received a call from a woman named Lauren who had a very sexy voice. She told me she worked with Dana and was told to tell me that Susan was fine. She also told me that Susan would call later that evening. She gave me a phone number and told me that as Dana's personal assistant she could easily act as an intermediary to get information to Susan in case of emergency but that Susan was way to busy at this time to be distracted.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I thought 

I jotted the number down and sat by the phone waiting to hear form Susan. 

The call came in late that evening and Susan immediately began, "hey babe sorry if you were worried. I was actually getting nervous that you might be getting worried since I hadn't reached out to you yet."

"Don't worry about it baby, what has been going on?" I asked.

"Well there's way too much to tell for me to go into it all now but let's just say I have been extremely occupied."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Just trust me babe. You will know soon enough."

She shut down my questioning quickly and began asking me questions about what I had been up to. I briefly talked about work and also told her I found the letter. She giggled and the only comment she made was, "good, I'm glad you saw it." 

We talked about the bank account, which she had also seen. Susan sounded, very happy and energetic. This made me even more interested as to what had been going on.

"Listen," I said, "I'd really like to know what you've been up to since you left in a mysterious black limousine a few days ago."

Again she laughed and diverted my attention like a five you old.

"Let me ask you something," she said, "Remember the fantasy you told me you have?"

"Uh, which one?" I asked playing coy.

"You know baby. 'THE' fantasy. Do you want me to make that come true for you tonight?"

At this point I honestly wondered how many more shocks my heart could take. If this pace kept up cardiac arrest was a for sure outcome.

"Are you talking about what I think your talking about? About you with another man? You getting fucked and pleasured by another man? I asked.

"Yeah baby, that fantasy. How would you like it if I made it come true for you tonight," she asked.

"I don't know I said. Is that what has been going on over there?" I asked.

Instantly upon hearing her first question I was hard. A wave of hormones flooded the receptors in my brain and I was catapulted from zero to "sex crazed idiot" in only a matter of seconds. 

"No. She responded. That's not what's been going on over here. I promise you will know soon just trust me. Unfortunately though I'm being pulled away from the phone right now. I love you baby and I'll talk to you soon."

"Wait!" I yelled, "Are you going to..." the phone beeped. She had hung up. I immediately tried calling back and it went to a generic response informing me the owner of the phone had a voicemail box that had not been set up yet.

"DAMNIT!" I screamed out in pure sexual frustration. 

With a raging hard on I drove over to Danas mansion. It was pitch black. After buzzing the gate again I found there was no answer. I called Danas assistant and received her voicemail. I left one that I'm sure was rambling an incoherent. When I got home the realization came to me that I had to assume my wife of five years was fucking another man. 

What was she doing? Sucking his cock? Was he going down on her? Was he sucking on her tits? Where was she? What did this guy look like? Did she find him attractive? Was he more attractive than me? How big was his cock? Was it big or was it huge? If it was huge did she like that? Was she experiencing some sort of new sexual heights right now by some random guy with a huge cock? Was she screaming? Moaning? What position were they in? Where was she going to let him cum? GODDAMNIT! I was again, for what seemed like the millionth time recently, jacking off and cumming harder than I ever had before while masturbating. So hard, in fact, afterwards I was out of breath. Emotionally and mentally exhausted again I ran to the bathroom and popped two Ambien. 

"There, now maybe I can have some reprieve from my own thoughts," I remembered thinking. 

A short time later Darkness engulfed my reality and I was in a heavy "hibernative" type sleep. I awoke hours later, well rested, and fell into a routine of waiting by the phone in my off time and drowning my self in my work during the majority of the day. 

Another few days went by. As the days turned into a week there had not been any contact from Susan on the phone. Only random calls From Lauren, the assistant, and a few emails from Susan telling me she was fine and counting the days until she could see me again. How long was that going to be? A year? There's no way I could have waited a year! The only thing keeping me sane was my journaling. I planned to tell her that we should call it off. I didn't realize how hard it was going to be without any contact.  




Carpe Dieam



I wanted out of this sick and twisted game. I was sitting down at my computer typing out my email to Susan explaining as much when my cell phone began to buzz. It was Lauren. She told me that the next coming weekend, only two days away, I was invited to the mansion. I would be picked up and driven there Saturday afternoon. Susan would be there. I was told I would be able to speak with her and spend some quality time together. I hung up the phone. Looked at my email I had just written, calling the whole thing off and decided, "Fuck it, I'll tell her in person. She can come home with me this weekend." 

It was the end of the month and we should be able to make a clean break before any more money transferred into our account. I continued to write to Susan every night in my journal and began slowly counting down the days until I could see my beautiful bride again.

I will never forget the car ride to Dana's that weekend. The anticipation was excruciating. I was finally going to see Susan again and I was going to end this thing. The limousine ride seemed to last a lifetime. I swear the driver was going 15 miles under the speed limit and I asked him twice to speed up. He acknowledged my request each time but never seemed to do anything about it. As the car pulled up to the gate it began to open and in perfect synchronization we pulled right in. The limo pulled around the circle drive and I did not wait for the diver to get the door. I was halfway up the stairs to the mansions front door before the driver was even totally out of the car. The Mansion looked like a castle form the outside. Two giant peeks on each side connected by a 15-foot tall custom front door. There was a dozen or so stairs that lead up to the main entrance since it was located on the second floor of the giant home. Years ago Susan and I had looked up the purchase price. The Wrights had purchased the home for 4 million dollars. Since then there had been an addition to the home, which in my conservative estimates most likely double the square footage. It looked as if two mansions, so massive in their size, had been built too close together, causing their gravitational forces between each to fuse them into one giant home.

I remember ringing the doorbell then immediately trying to see if the giant front door was unlocked. It was so I stepped right in. As I entered the home I was reminded of how impressive an entrance it was. Two massive hand crafted wood staircases swept down opposite sides of each wall. Between them the room was open and one could look straight through and see the glistening water of the lake the house sat on. It was truly a spectacular sight, which never got old. 

"Well hello Nicholas," Dana said from atop the stairs to the left.

"Only my mother calls me Nicholas," I thought. 

Dana was most defiantly not old enough to be my mother. She was obviously saying it to be playful. We were only separated by a few years in age. 

Dana was 37. She was tall for a woman, somewhere around 5'11 if I had to guess. Her long skinny legs went on forever. Her entire body was in phenomenal shape, no doubt due to spending hours with a personal trainer everyday. She had done swim suite competitions in the past and won a fair number of them. Her hair was long a brown. Not dark brown but a sort of brown that has very subtle hints of blonde. She had purchased a new set of tits not too long ago. I like to think I'm somewhat of a connoisseur when it comes to women's boobs. I'm sure all men say this. But if I had to put money on it I would be very comfortable calling her a solid D cup. She had green eyes, which I actually found very attractive.

"Where's Susan?" I asked immediately.

Dana made her way down the stairs responding, "She is out back by the pool. I am so sorry you have not seen her. I know how hard that was for you. Susan expressed to me a few times the distress you were feeling. Also, Lauren on a few occasion conveyed to me the concern she heard in your voice."

"Yeah, well I'm going to be honest, that sucked, and I am going to speak about it with Susan as soon as I see her," I said taking a stance.

As we began to walk towards the back of the house Dana began apologizing again.

"Listen, Nick. Seriously, I understand that it was hard for you and I sincerely feel bad. I don't like that it was that way for you but the indoctrination process is intense and for Susan's sake it was best she wasn't distracted," She replied

"What are you talking about 'indoctrination process,'" I inquired, "What is the indoctrination process," I asked as we stepped out onto the immense back patio near the pool where I could see two blonde women sitting in lounge chairs in the setting sun with their backs to me. 

"You will have all of your questions answered shortly. But first I think you should talk to your wife," Dana replied.

As she spoke the two women overheard her and spun around. Both of them set down their respective reading materials and standing began to make their way over to us. I stopped in my tracks as soon as this happened. They were both of equal height, tanned, and topless. Their blonde hair was chin length and both were wearing large dark sunglasses. I was not expecting to see two random half naked women since I had been so focused on trying to find my wife. Each of the women still had their bottoms on. One was wearing a black thong and the other was wearing regular bikini bottoms that happened to be blue in color. Both of their tits were perfect. I had to force myself to divert my gaze and turned to Dana. 

"Where's Susan?" I asked somewhat sternly.

She looked at me with a knowing smile and I looked back at the two topless bombshells that were fast approaching. The blonde with blue bikini bottoms was approaching at a much faster rate than the other woman. She was now smiling widely and her hand was reaching for her sunglasses. 

At this moment something in the back of my mind started knocking. If I had not been so transfixed on the perfect set of boobs barreling towards me I probably would have stopped to listen to my inner conscious.

The blonde's hand was now removing her sunglasses, as she was now close enough to be invading my personal space. I went to take a step back when suddenly

"Nick! Baby! It's me!" the gorgeous blonde exclaimed. She started to laugh and then said, "One month and you forgot your loving wife!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly opening them as the blonde began to embrace me trying to focus better. Squinting with a smushed confused look on my face my brain was trying to process the conflicting information from what I was seeing to what I was hearing; the sound of my wife's voice. Then it was as when your brain comprehends an illusion and the world makes sense again.

"Holy shit! Susan! It is you!" I started to embrace her back. Her lovely tits were now firmly propped against my chest and she was leaning back in our embrace so I could get a better look at her.

"What the hell! Your hair is so short! And blonde! You're so tan! I didn't recognize you," I exclaimed in disbelief.

"She looks fantastic like this doesn't she Nicholas," Dana chimed in.

"Baby! I missed you so much," she professed as she began to kiss me. Our mouths met and our tongues danced. It felt so good to be holding her again. She smelled like sun tan lotion, which I found intoxicating. 

"Oh my God! I can't believe it is you! I missed you so much," I said taking a breath in between kisses.

"I missed you too! I'm so glad you are here! I have been counting down the days since I arrived," she said, "I'm sorry if it was hard on you baby. It was hard on me too! I'm so happy! Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes and she took a step back to dam them up with her fingers before they could crest and roll down her soft flush cheeks.

"Wow! I'm speechless. I don't know where to begin. I can't believe how amazing you look! I mean you always looked amazing but there's just something different about you," I said, "But I really need to speak with you."

"I know you do baby," she responded.

"First, I need to introduce you to Lauren," Dana interrupted, "Lauren has been here for 9 months now. She is my personal assistant and has been my right hand with bringing Susan into the fold."

The incredible blonde wearing the black thong stuck out her hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said as I reached out my hand behind my wife, who was now hugging me again, and shook Laurens hand. 

Lauren would be easy to describe to anyone. She looked exactly, and I mean exactly, like the actress Brittany Snow. With one exception, she was topless in front of me. I have never seen Ms. Snow topless but if it is anything like Lauren, it is to die for. 

Lauren smiled and remarked, "It is so nice I can finally put a face to the voice! And a cute face at that!"

Susan broke our embrace and stepped back, laughing as she looked at Lauren and said, "Easy now- I'm right here!" 

She turned back to me and pinched my cheek in a sarcastic manner and with a baby voice said, "He is very cute though!" 

I laughed even though the corny joke was at my expense and Dana giggled too.

"I hate to break up such a lovely reunion but we don't want to be late," Dana remarked.

"Late for what?" I asked.

Susan leaned in once more and gave me a tight hug.

Dana responded, "I'll explain in a moment. Lauren, Susan, we will see you soon, Nick please follow me." 

"What? Wait, Susan and I need to speak," I said very forcefully.

Dana was about to say something but my wife interrupted her, "Baby, we will talk, tonight, I promise but right now we have to get a few things ready, please go with Dana. We have gone an entire month what is another few minutes. Please baby, I'll talk with you very soon."

"Well, I keep hearing that," I responded frustrated. Susan leaned in to hug me and then whispered in my ear. 

"I know what you want to talk about, the answer is no, I haven't, and I wouldn't without your consent. I love you, just go, we will talk shortly." She kissed my mouth and took Lauren by the hand and they began to walk off together. Dana wrapped her arms around my right arm and began pulling me in the opposite direction. 

"Come now Nicholas," Dana said playfully again, "Let me show you your room."

As I was being pulled away I could not help but stare at my wife and Laurens perfect Asses. The crease where it connected to the upper thigh as each cheek flexed then relaxed as they began walking away was mesmerizing. They were both so perfectly round and tan. Just as I was about to turn away and follow Dana Susan turned around and looked at me. She was biting the corner of her lip and looking down at her ass and popped her hip to make her butt unevenly rise up in the air on her next step. GOD DAMN she was so sexy. She shrugged her shoulders then turned and walked off with Lauren. I reluctantly allowed Dana to pull me back into the house and up a flight of stairs to what was now the third story of this enormous residence. 

"She looks absolutely incredible doesn't she Nick," Dana said.

"There just aren't any words," I responded. 

"Well listen. When your wife said yes to this contract it involved you as well. That means your full participation is expected. And again I know how hard the last month was for you and I can promise you that will be the longest you will have to go without seeing Susan again. I promise for the next 11 months there will never be another consecutive 4 weeks you are apart, unless it is your choice. You have my word," Dana said very seriously.

"Well I certainly appreciate that," I said.

"To prove my sincerity I want to show you something," Dana said

"Ok..." I responded hesitantly. 

She took me to a window that over looked the beautifully paved circle driveway. Parked in the circle where the limo used to be was a brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle. Chromed to the hilt and just beaming in the evening sunlight. 

"Do you see that?" Dana asked.

"Yes..." I responded still hesitant.

"That's yours. When you leave hear that's how you will get home. On that." Dana announced.

"What!" I said in shock, "Are you serious!"

"Absolutely. It's yours. I hope you like it! It is a gift from me and will not come out of your monthly salary."

"Wow! I don't know what to say! Thank you so much! I don't even know how to accept something like that!"

"It's easy, the keys are in your room and when you leave you drive it home. Gift accepted." Dana said making herself giggle.

I was still staring out the window with my mouth open when I looked at her and replied, "Geez, ok then. But what do you mean my room?"

After passing numerous doors down a long hall we reached one and stopped. She opened the door and inside was a very masculine decorated room. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall. A very manly headboard and everything seemed to be carved out of fine wood. There was a dresser, which held a silver tray. On top of the silver tray were no less than 20 bottles of cologne. Over in the corner was a wet bar better stocked than many full bars I had seen. On the far wall hung a large graphic but artistic black and white photo of two women making out.

"This is your room. I will leave you now to make yourself comfortable. Please though, take a shower and find one of the robes in your closet. Wear just the robe and meet me at the bottom of the stairs in 1 hour." 

I was in and out of the shower in no time. I was playing with the 60 plus inch T.V. on the wall and pacing around beginning to contemplate doing a little exploring on my own to kill some time when there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and Lauren was standing there. She was wearing a skinny little black dress. It looked incredibly sexy on her. Each ear bore the weight or giant pearl earring that matched her long flowing pearl necklace that disappear into her cleavage.

"Nice robe," She said sarcastically.

"Wow, you like to tease huh," I responded.

"Look here," she said as she let herself in and walked to my closet. 

She opened the opposite side which I had not bothered even checking and pulled out a much more lavish robe than the one I was wearing. A long black sick robe.

"I think you should wear this one," she said out stretching her tanned skinny arm and handing it to me.

I looked down at my white bathrobe I blushed, "OK... you're probably right."

I took it and for a moment and we just stood there. 

"Well put it on," she said.

"I'm naked under this one," I responded. 

She shot me a look that basically conveyed that she could give a flying fart.

"Ok then..." I said turning around and switching robes exposing my ass to her. 

"Whoa momma," She said shouted as she slapped my right butt cheek hard enough to leave a very clear outline of her petite hand.

"Ouch!" I yelled jumping forward.

She just laughed and I quickly finished dawning the mysterious looking black silk robe. 

"What the hell is this for," I asked referring to the robe.

"Listen," she said, "Dana has a specific way of doing things. And it is all to achieve the maximum effect every time. If I just started telling you everything now, nothing would be fun later."

"I'm not sure I totally understand," I conveyed.

"What I'm trying to say is that no one is being secretive to be an asshole. We are doing it for your benefit. Relax. Go with the flow a bit. Trust me you will thank me for it later."

I though about what she said and ascertained that she was probably right. I didn't have any reason to assume otherwise.

"Ok I will," I responded, "But you have to tell me what the 'indoctrination process' is or what that means. Dana used that term earlier when referring to Susan and I would really like to know what she is talking about."

Lauren looked at me for a moment then went to the bedroom door. Looking down each side of the hall she quietly closed it. 

"Ok, sit down. She said. I have to be downstairs in a minute so I can't go over everything but what do you want to know right now."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is just what it sounds like. It is a process by which I went through when I first came here and Susan has now as well."

"Wait, you went through it too?" I asked.

"Sure did," She replied exuberantly, "I'm in the same situation as Susan. I have been here for 11 months now. Next month my contract will be up and I am free to leave. I know the details of Susan's contract, all except the financial sum agreed upon of course, and mine is the exact same."

"You are married as well?" I asked.

"No single," she replied, "I give you two a lot of credit for doing this as a couple. I felt bad for you the first month. All those times I was talking to you. I knew that had to suck ass."

"You are sort of terse aren't you," I said interrupting the conversation.

"My potty mouth offends you Nick?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, not at all, in fact I find it rather colorful."

"Colorful? Are you gay," she said laughing and going for the door.

"Oh ha-ha, wait where are you going?" I asked.

"I really need to get back downstairs," she responded.

"I still know nothing about this supposed process," I said.

"Ok, I have to go but let me put it to you this way. It is sort of a 'rights of passage.' Everybody is born into a world or society with specific ideology about human sexuality. You can see the variations across multiple cross sections of cultures throughout the world right," she asked.

"Right," I said wondering where she was going with this.

"Well what Dana helped me and helped Susan do is understand these pressures, where they came from, how they effect us as sexual beings, and how our ideas and mentality about sex evolved through our own personal lives. From our parents up brining to the sexual experiences we had in the past. The indoctrination process helps you dig deep into yourself and find out who you are as a sexual being and most importantly WHY you are that way. Once your mind is free of these constraints it is up to us as individuals how we choose to move forward."

"Ok I officially have a headache," I said.

"Think about what I just explained to you. Then think about yourself, and then think about your wife. Your wife is not the same sexual being you once knew. Through her service she is beginning to learn how to be free," she explained.

With that remark, she stepped outside the door and took off down the hallway.

I lay in bed contemplating what I had just heard. Reflecting on my childhood, early adult hood, and now as a grown adult my own personal sexual conception or 'misconceptions' if you will. I felt my mind was really beginning to piece some parts of the last month together when I checked my watch. 

"Oh shit," I said out load, "Gotta get downstairs!"

As I made my way to the bottom of the steps I looked outside toward the lake. It was now completely dark outside and the light from the stars was reflecting off the lake. The lake was so still you could not tell where the sky stopped and the earth began.  

At the base of the stairs Dana was waiting. She was wearing a black dress similar to Laurens except hers went all the way to the floor whereas Laurens had stopped at her mid thigh. There was a long slit that ran up the side of her dress that stopped at the very crest of her hip. This exposed the entire length of her magnificent legs. The curve of her legs were accented by six inch pumps I could only assume were very expensive. Obviously Dana knew how to properly flaunt her assets. She took my arm again. 

"Before we go meet up with your lovely wife let me show you around a bit more. I know you have been here before but you only visited the west wing of the house. Let me show you what I have done by adding this east wing addition," Dana offered.

Over the next 30 minutes or so we walked from room to room. Each room opened up to another and each room was themed. There was a never-ending series of doors leading from one to the next all connected by a central hallway. I began to loose count. Dana had spent some time and serous money putting this all together. There was a Dungeon themed room, a room with mirrors all over, a room with nothing but huge beds, a room where the ceiling resembled the night sky, a pool, a sauna with built in seating obviously engineered in mind to accommodate various sexual positions. There was one room with six Sybians in it, and there was even a Gym. I looked at Dana when we entered the gym.




Carpe Diem



The following story started as an exercise between Honey123 and PierceStreet.

Starting with his paragraphs :

Jessica tried to have standards. Not once in the five years she'd been having sex, had the twenty-four year old been quick to jump into bed with a guy. If it happened on the third date, that was remarkable for her.

The guy across the restaurant table was going to get lucky tonight, she had just decided. She didn't care it was only their first date.

And her paragraph : 

Every move she made with her body was calculated to make him know that she wanted him. The way she would let her shoe gently touch his calf under the table, brushing his hand with hers when reaching for her glass, her eyes lingering on his mouth when he spoke and then slowly raising them to meet his eyes, letting him see the lust within.

They set out to write a story with the same characters, and the same premise, but seeing where a male and a female writer would independently take them.

This story is Honey123's. Be sure to look for PierceStreet's story with the same title. 

She had wanted Gene from the moment she first laid eyes on him. He was tall, dark and handsome and her body ached at the prospect of being touched by his hands. It yearned for his caress the touch of his lips, the promise of what his tongue might do to her.

Jessica had literally run into Gene on the bustling sidewalks of New York City, having just finished shopping, she was carrying way too many bags and when rushing out of a boutique, she ran right into him causing her bags to scattering all over the sidewalk.

Not looking up, but apologizing profusely, Jessica bent down to grab her packages before they got trampled on by the people hurrying by not caring that they were stepping on her newly bought clothes.

When both their hands grabbed for the same package, Jessica felt a charge run through her body and looked up into the face of the most handsome man she had ever seen. At first she was completely dumbfounded, unable to say a word or to stop looking at him. All this man did was smile at her, looking deep into her eyes and then bent to retrieve the last of her packages.

He offered to hail her a taxi, asking her if she minded sharing, she shook her head and the next thing she knew she found herself sitting next to him, while the cab driver maneuvered in and out of traffic. 

After their somewhat formal introduction, he started to give the driver directions, but upon hearing Jessica's stomach growl, he stopped, laughed and asked if she had eaten today. Retracing her shopping spree, she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast and told him so, he then gave the driver directions to a small café that Jessica had recently read about in The New Yorker.

"I haven't eaten either." Gene said. "Would you mind joining me in a little bite to eat?"

If you knew Jessica, you knew that she was not the type of person to accept an impromptu dinner invitation. Jessica tried to have standards. She wanted to get to know the person before she even went on a first date or even slept with him. Not once in the five years she'd been having sex, had the twenty-four year old been quick to jump into bed with a guy. If it happened on the third date, that was remarkable for her.

But the guy across the restaurant table was going to get lucky tonight, she just decided. She didn't care if she had only just met him. Every bit of her skin tingled when she looked at him, her body responded to him in ways that she didn't know existed.

She couldn't help herself. Every move she made with her body was calculated to make him know that she wanted him. The way she let her shoe gently touch his calf under the table, brushing his hand with hers when reaching for her glass, her eyes lingering on his mouth when he spoke and then slowly raising them to meet his eyes, letting him see the lust within.

The conversation they had was light and fun, their attempt to get to know one another was obvious, but never touched on any sexual innuendos. Just the way they looked at one another said more than words could ever as to what was yet to come.

When the check came, Gene refused to accept any money from Jessica, she then excused herself and headed for the Ladies' Room. When she faced the mirror, she shook her head at the image that was looking back at her, and smiled. She ran a shaky hand through her wavy, brown hair, reapplied her lipstick and decided that she was going to remove her panties, hoping that at some point Gene would find the wetness that was being created by him under her skirt.

She slipped the panties off and put them in her pocket book, gave herself one last look in the mirror and headed outside to find him waiting for her, holding her packages, the door to another taxi and smiling as she approached him. "Oh, that smile!" Jessica thought and felt a little more wetness encircling the lips of her labia.

When they settled into the back of the taxi, Jessica leaned closer to him, kissed his cheek and whispered a "Thank you for dinner" in his ear. She felt the rise of his shoulder against her breast as he took a deep breath and he then placed his hand on her naked thigh, lightly skimming the hem of her skirt, which was inching it way up. He turned and their faces were inches apart, Jessica could feel his breath on her and she instinctively licked her lips watching as his eyes took in this movement, her heart was pounding.

Gene's hand slowly made it's way under her skirt and she heard his sharp intake of breath when he found that there were no panties keeping him from feeling her. Gene's fingers lightly stroked the tip of her pussy and Jessica closed her eyes spreading her legs a little further apart, giving him entrance into what she considered the most sacred part of her body.

Instead of kissing her, Gene whispered "Not here" in her ear and gave the driver directions to his house. Gene removed his hand from her thigh, cupping her face bring her closer to him and kissed her. His mouth parted hers and their tongues found each other, teasing, tasting the sweetness. His hand reached around to the back of her head and entwined his fingers in her hair pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss, which was broken only when they heard the driver tell them, in a very loud voice, that they had reached their destination.

Once inside his townhouse, they could barely keep their hands off one another, Gene pushed Jessica against the door, his hands reaching under her skirt, grabbing her hips, pulling her closer. The intensity and want that she felt for him was something Jessica hadn't felt in a long time. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around Gene to steady herself, but it made her feel as if she was doing something naughty and this excited her even further.

She felt Gene's lips burning a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone where he sucked and licked at her, sending chills down her body. She moaned as his lips went further down, his tongue slipping under the opened buttons of her blouse and she arched her back pressing her body against his feeling the heat radiating off his body.

His fingers found their way between her legs and he began to stroke her, caressing the lips of her slit before immersing into the wetness between them. He rubbed her clit gently at first, while his other hand undid the buttons of her blouse and then her bra, letting them both fall to floor so he could kiss her breast without restriction his mouth closing over her nipple, his tongue swirling the nub, sucking it, licking it.

He then moved his mouth lower, down her stomach, over her lifted skirt then to her bare abdomen, reaching its destination and attacking it feverishly with his tongue. Jessica spread her legs further apart, grabbing his head and pulling him closer loving the way his tongue was touching her clit, flicking it back and forth sucking it, the way he brought his tongue flatly over the lips of her slit licking her slowly front to back before plunging it deep inside her. Unable to control herself, Jessica's hips thrashed and bucked moving in rhythm with his tongue while he took it and drove it in and out of her hole.

Just before Jessica reached her orgasm, Gene picked her up and carried her into his bedroom, kissing her letting her taste the mixture of his mouth and her juices. He set her down on his bed and began to remove his clothes. Jessica felt herself getting anxious and began to tell him that this is so unlike her, but he makes her feel overwhelmed with lust that she can't help herself. She tells him that she is not a slut but before she can continue, he puts a finger over her lips and tells her not to worry. He tells her that feels the same way and that from the moment he set his eyes on her, he knew he could never let her out of his site. He lifted his hand and caressed her face, kissing her so gently that it took her breath away.

"I don't believe in love at first sight, Jessica." Gene starts, "But I know that right now I can't let you go and I want to spend every day getting to know you, to feel you, to love you." 

With that Gene bent his head and started to nibble on the side of her neck, his hands gently caressing her body, murmuring against her body that there is no rush, he wants her but he will wait until she's ready, he just found her and he didn't want to lose her now.

She knew she'd heard lines like this before, but for some reason, she really believed that what he was saying was true and honest. She didn't know much about him, but she felt he was a good man and she always relied on her instincts. But right now she wanted him she loved feeling his body against hers and she wanted to feel him inside her. Jessica closed her eyes and breathed deeply not wanting Gene to stop and said something she never in a million years thought she would say to man she only knew for 5 hours.

"Gene," Jessica whispered. "I want you and I want you to make love to me now."

She felt his breath against her skin, the goosebumps it created on her body and pressed closer to him. She watched as he opened the night table and pulled out a condom, then she lifted herself up and began to kiss his back, lightly scratching his skin with her fingernails, tracing a path up and down his thighs until he was done and then she lay back eagerly waiting for him.

Gene positioned himself between her legs, using his fingers to ensure that her body was ready for him and smiled when he found her to be dripping wet with excitement and want. He grabbed her hips and lifted her body to meet him, entering her gently but unable to keep this pace when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to meet him stroke for stroke.

She grabbed onto his arms and lifted herself up so that their bodies were touching, the feel of his chest hair on her nipples excited her and they hardened to the point where they were aching. He bent his head and kissed her, while his hands brought her hips up and down harder on his penis. Jessica moaned as it drove deeper into her body, letting out a groan as his fingers slid around to her buttocks, finding her anus and dipping a finger in. 

As she moved on him, he slid easily in and out of her wet pussy and she rode him, rubbing her clit against his shaft, feeling her orgasm begin to rise. He pulled her closer still and in doing so, he thrust himself into her with long deep strokes, hitting areas no one had ever touched upon, her body began to tighten closing around him, squeezing him. 

"Oh, God, Gene!" Jessica screamed, her body flooding him with her juices, Her mind and body going crazy as she felt her wetness between them, his lips and tongue on her neck, his finger probing her ass and his cock in her pussy. With one hard push, her body was racked with an incredible orgasm, the tightening of her vagina bringing him over the edge as well and they climax together, holding onto each other tightly.

When they fell back against the pillows, they look at each other silently for a while. Then Gene raised his hand and pushed back a strand of Jessica's hair and kissed her, first on the tip of her nose and then fully on her lips.

"This was no chance meeting, Jessica." Gene said softly. "Today is the first day of the rest of our lives." With that, he gathered her soft, warm body in his arms and they fell asleep in each others arms, as if they had done this every day, yet knowing this wouldn't be the last. 



Carpe Diem



Mr. Tantrick sticks his head into the classroom. "Maria?" 

She looks up from desk, a little nervous at the intrusion. "Yes sir?" 

"As soon as your class lets out please stop by my office, I'd like to talk to you about some of your recent schoolwork."

"Yes Mr. Tantrick," Maria replies, swallowing. Oh my god, she thinks to herself, what did I do now?

Class lets out about 15 minutes later and Maria walks down the hall to Mr. Tantrick's office at the end of the corridor. The whole way she goes over the last couple of weeks of school in her head. 

Could it be the paper I turned in late last week? No, it can't be that the teacher gave me special dispensation. 

Maria mumbled out loud, "Maybe it's about my being caught napping in the library yesterday...I hardly think so, everybody does it."

Totally fearful by now, she stands outside the office door. Finally mustering up her courage, she knocks on the door. She hears his voice. 

"Come in please." 

She enters his office looks around but doesn't see him immediately. Maria starts to walk to the chair at his desk, but her eye is caught by a photo on the wall. Is that erotic art? As she gets a little closer she notices that it is a young girl bound with scarves kneeling at the feet of a soldier. A flush comes over her face. 

Oh my God! Mr. Tantrick is...um...unusual.

Maria was a tall attractive girl with an easy smile. Long legs, bright eyes and a figure that caused men to turn around and watch her walk down the halls at school. She was the captain of the swim team and had the finely tuned body of an athlete. Mr. Tantrick had been watching her for a long time and this was the first opportunity he had to spend some time with her. 

Mr. Tantrick clears his throat making her jump. Maria she spins around blushing and looks at him. Up close, she took note of his strong features. An older gentleman, he took good care of himself. He was a tall, fit, and an attractive man. She probably wouldn't mind if he made a pass at her. Looking at him Maria thought that he had that Richard Gere look. His hair is salt and pepper, but it was still full and healthy. Continuing her inspection she notices that he is attractive in a dangerous sort of way, the kind who is sure of himself and carries himself well. His eyes seem to look right into her, setting off a little alarm at the back of her consciousness. I'll bet the female teachers can't get enough of him. Maria flinched at the thought. What the hell are you doing? You've never thought like that before!

Mr. Tantrick smiles at her. "Please sit down Maria, we have several things to cover." 

Seating himself behind the desk, the counselor leans forward and intently watches her cross the room to the chair. Maria thought she could have been mistaken, but did she see a gleam in his eyes?

Sitting down in the chair she notices that her short skirt is showing her legs to their best advantage. Feeling a little self-conscious, Maria thinks: If I'd known I was going to be called in here today I would have worn something a little less revealing. 

Mr. Tantrick watched her fidgeting, his eyes drawn to her legs and then to admire the rest of her outfit. She dresses very well for a college girl. You don't see a lot of Donna Karan on college girls these days. He admires the fit of her clothing noticing that she has dressed impeccably. Legs showing, just enough cleavage to draw the eye, and colors that set her eyes off. Feeling a little nervous and more than a little confused, she pulls at the hem and folds her hands in her lap. After a few moments of awkward silence, Maria tries to break the ice. 

"Well Mr. Tantrick, what do you need to see me about?" She manages to choke out.

"Well, Maria, to tell you the truth, you're doing quite well in your classes. Your zeal for your studies and you winning attitude have made you a favorite among the faculty," Mr. Tantrick says smiling at her. "There is one thing that has come to my attention though that I felt should be discussed in private."

The possibilities race through Maria's mind, she stutters, "Wh-what is that Mr. T?"

"Maria, as you know that we provide access to the internet free to students here at the college." His intense stare bore down upon her. 

"Yes sir, I usually bring my computer to school to take notes and do research between classes, it's been a real boon for me to have high speed access".

"Well, Maria ... what you do not know is that all your work here at the school and your other computer uses is recorded by our ISP and I receive a monthly printout of activities."

Maria gulps, a flush coming over her entire body. Oh shit, that sex chat website! In a feeble attempt to redirect the conversation, she says, "So you have seen the number of research sites I visit for my schoolwork then Mr. Tantrick. I couldn't have done half that work without the high speed access! I am very grateful to the school for providing it."

After pausing for a moment, Mr. Tantrick gets up and strides around his desk, stands behind Maria. Lowering his head to hers, he whispers in her ear, "I know about your activities on the Literotica board Maria." She gulps, and feels herself start to tremble.

Mr. Tantrick places his hands on her shaking shoulders, "Now usually when we find a student misusing the facilities we would expel them. But in this case I think there may be some room for...negotiation." 

Maria looks up and sees Mr. Tantrick looking at her. His face is mere inches from her. His eyes are looking deeply into hers with an intent she is just now grasping. Oh my God! Does he mean what I hope...er, what I think he means? To her complete surprise, she was immediately wet at the thought.

Mr. Tantrick slides his hands down her shoulders into the top of her blouse. "Mr. T-tanrick, w-what are you d-doing?" she moans. Not answering her he pinches her nipples and twists them. "Ahhh," she moans. What am I going to do?

Pushing her blouse over her shoulders he bares her breasts and lifts her to her feet. He spins her to him and stares steadily into her eyes. His warm hands provoking her body to work against her mind. But, Maria's legs tremble and her pussy begins to flow. Oh God, she thinks, I want this.

Maria feels herself being pressed up against the desk. Mr. Tantrick then pushes the objects on top of it onto the floor. Roughly he lifts her and places her seated on the edge of the desk. She feels the room spin, trying to control the situation. 

"Mr. Tantrick, please" she cries out "Y-you can't do this."

"I can and I will, Maria. And you know that you will love it." 

At this, Mr. Tantrick lays her back on the desk and reaches under her skirt. Sliding her panties down, he lowers his face into her groin. Sucking her clit into his mouth he slides two fingers into her pussy. Looking back up at her astonished face, he grins, "Maria, you're already soaked, you naughty girl."

Thrashing on the desk, Maria gives in to his demands. Her hands hold his head between her legs, quivering with lust. Her mind crying out for relief. Fuck me, damn it! Just fuck me!

Mr. Tantrick stands and pulls out his already hard cock. It's a fine cock, not huge, but fat enough and long enough to make her eyes open wide in anticipation. He buries it in her quickly driving right to her depths.

"OH GOD!" She cries, "You've got to stop Mr. Tantrick." Feeling his cock stretching her and driving through her tender pussy lips she thinks instead: Please, don't ever stop!

With a wicked smile the counselor looks down upon her, splayed wide open and vulnerable on his desk. He slowly withdraws his cock right to the edge and then drives it back deep into her. Mr. Tantrick is rewarded by the look on her face. Maria's eyes snap open and she looks at Mr. Tantrick through a cloud of confusion, embarrassment, and utter lust. Involuntarily she moans, blushing she tries to silence herself. Clutching the sides of the desk she tries to push up. Mr. Tantrick again slides his cock back to the edge of her vulva and then slams it into her.

She wails "Oh God, please Mr. Tantrick." A strange look crosses his face. 

"Please what Maria?" Again he begins withdrawing and driving his cock deep into her.

"Please Mr. Tantrick," she cries, "Please, please fuck me!" 

A smile broadens on his handsome face, she is his. 

He begins a slow and steady reaming of her pussy. The smell of her young pussy fills his office, her fluids mat the hair on his groin. Mr. Tantrick watches her face twist in passion, mewling sounds coming out of her mouth. He smiles, knowing that she is totally possessed by her needs right now and thinking to himself, this is what makes life good. A beautiful young woman giving herself over to her passion and helping her fulfill her fantasies and his. Watching her for the last couple of weeks had awakened a hunger in him that could only be quenched like this. He knew that he could lose his job and maybe even be arrested for this, but her beauty had inflamed him and made him a little less circumspect than normal. It was a "Seize the Moment" kind of thing and he'd be damned if he was going to let it pass him by.

Maria is out of her mind. She is mad with lust and wondering how this happened and how did it happen so quickly? She feels the hardness of the desk under her back and her legs wrapped around the counselor's waist, but most of all she feels his hot cock sliding in and out of her wetness. Its stimulating nerves she didn't know she had! Her hips begin to move in total rhythm with the man pleasuring her and she forgets everything except her need to come.

The experienced Mr. Tantrick senses that Maria is close to the edge. He reaches down and takes her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, he massages it. What a pleasure it is to watch her buck each time he does. She's a hot little fuck, he thinks to himself. I was lucky to find that web monitor program! Chuckling at his luck, he continues manipulating her clitoris till she is thrashing around his cock. 

The familiar feelings start to well up in his spine. The electricity flowing through his ass as it hammers his cock into her. Mr. Tantrick takes in the scene before him. Maria is holding on to the desk, crying for more, begging for release. His balls begin to swell at the sight. 

"Oh yes," he says breathing heavily, "That's it fuck me, Maria!"

Maria's body reacts to his voice and she falls over into a massive orgasm. Hips driving to meet his cock, totally out of control. Her strong legs pulling him into her, pussy sucking at his cock reluctant to release it. Mr. Tantrick looks down at her, consumed by her lust, her face is glowing her eyes are fluttering and her tongue is flicking across her lips. He looks at her body stretched out on his desk and marvels at the sight of his cock entering and pulling out of her. My god, she's absolutely perfect. 

She wails out loud, "Oh fuck me, please fuck me! I want you to fuck me, make me come!" 

Mr. Tantrick is momentarily shocked. He did not expect her to be so insane for his cock. The come starts traveling up his cock. He revels in the knowledge that she is blind, deaf, and dumb now, she lives only for the cock that is sending her into spasms. 

He starts to come, spraying her pussy with his warm jism. He is buried deep, unable to move because of the sensations. His orgasm seems to go on for hours. She is pounding into him drawing sensations from him that he has never felt before. Her lust is possessing him and being returned to her twofold in his pounding release. For a perfect moment they are both in another universe. Completely absorbed by one another. Senses feeding off the other and sending them crashing back into each other. 

Finally spent, Mr. Tantrick looks down at her. His cock slipping out and come dripping down the side of his desk. She looks so hot laying there! Her breasts heaving, her thighs trembling, her eyes closed and lips smiling all point to a very happy woman. He hands over her panties and zips himself up. Even though he knows he has overstepped a boundary that no man in his position should cross, he is strangely drawn to her. He knows at that moment that he must somehow possess her again. Forcing himself to turn to her he boldly watches her put on her clothing, his head cocked and a smile on his lips and eyes.

Maria gets dressed, strangely intrigued by the counselor watching her. She has never felt sensations like that before. She glances up to see him sitting behind his desk smiling.

Mr. Tantrick signals to her to sit in the chair opposite him. "Now Maria", he says "you have violated a very serious rule here at the school and I feel that we should set up a schedule to discuss your needs."

Maria smiles. She can hardly wait to tell this to the group in Playful Questions. 



Carpe Diem



Two couples. The real deal. 

Hannah and her partner Jack (she is still not used to the term "husband") – 36 and 53 respectively, are an extremely open-minded couple in more than a few aspects. Married for nearly five years – which feels like an eternity to him, she's sure, as she is a handful – more on that later. They met 10 years ago at work and...well, it would take a trilogy to document their adventures. 

Hannah is a study in contradiction. While she is attractive, so she has been told (and shy) – at 5'1", 115lb, blonde, and getting better with age (yikes! – ignore the forehead wrinkles) – she is frequently mistaken on the street for Reese Witherspoon. (it's the chin, the chin). She dresses in a rather stylish combination of classic & on-trend – but never revealing in any way – period. She prefers to be wanted for her mind first – the rest is gravy. 

Her man – bless his soul – is not quite as – shall we say – prude. He does not see me naked nearly as much as he'd like ... maybe you (she) can entertain him (and him) with me. Jack grudgingly allows me to dress him – actually I demand it – and he has a great ass, nice legs, gorgeous hair and eyes – a man you feel safe with (unless the situation calls for otherwise). Jack is a red-blooded male, and I admit he is starved for some basic physical attention. I have been neglectful – it is true. And I would like to change that – with some company, perhaps. 

Jack gets off on this – Literotica. I had never heard of the concept – never crossed my mind. Yep that's me – surface prude. I get off on intellectuals – men and women. But – hey we are all friends here – I actually may very well have had quite a few more ... let's say – experiences than Jack. In fact, the most rewarding was a relationship I had with a couple. 

The reason it worked – that situation, and I remain very close with my girlfriend – was because we had a foundation - we knew each other to a certain degree. And of course – we were all, I'll admit – pretty damn hot. 

So this is what I envision: and if you read my bio I mean it – looks are secondary to wit, intelligence, personality. Now, I will be honest; why not? – I have "been with" (definition later) more than one woman in my travels, and I consider myself a potential bisexual – sexually, that is. Jack – well, he is more adventuresome than I ever imagined years ago – these "recurring scenarios" may play out in terms of pairings/triplets in ways unanticipated – so I think I will leave that door open. 

If you are still reading this, you are my kind of material. Hell I will just lay it out – I am pretty damn...impetuous and unpredictable – in the right moment. Here are a few teasers: 

Imagine: lazy 3-day weekend in Key West. Hanging out, drinking at a thatch-roofed bar. Jimmy Buffet on the jukebox. Apparently a song came on that lit me up. I jumped off my stool and onto the bar, and tore off my shirt. Now – I am no Playboy Bunny – au naturel here – but the B/C, small – and very, very responsive nipples – were well-received by the pleasantly surprised patrons. 

I like to be watched – Jack and I have talked endlessly about a good, quick, hard fuck on the Brooklyn Bridge, which we live right next to. I used to sit on my balcony in Manhattan naked as a newborn. I went to a strip club with a bunch of friends while I was in graduate school and...got in on the action. Sense a pattern?

Now Jack, he has been married previously, and I am open minded enough to hear tales of their escapades – a 'la Jamaica on the beach; hot tub topless – times four!. 

Oh – you'll love this – I met a man who did not want to have intercourse, but he got off on me playing with sex toys. He took me to a...club – rather seedy, but I was game – and there in a public space, he thrust in and out a 7" dildo; I looked up once – and the lust in the eyes of the men watching was palpable. Average night on the town. 

So – back to you. 

We'd like to know you – I am a stickler for a certain degree of familiarity before becoming physically proximal with anyone; I can't do the one and done. Jack feels the same way. We are open in every respect – use your imagination (please!). I really want to see another woman with Jack – maybe I can learn some tricks! And I am dying to kiss the so-soft lips of a woman; only women truly know how to kiss – really kiss. I would totally be up for you and I (she), getting comfortable, I want you to kiss me while touching my breasts – and I will do the same. (now I prefer not-so-large breasts, but hey, everything is negotiable) I have a fabulous glass dildo – seriously, world class – a 8000 volt vibrator (I am sensitive – cannot rev it all the way up...but maybe you will. You (she) can bring your toys ... don't you love it when your husband fucks you with your huge (I am tight) dildo while you writhe on the delicious vibration/ 

Oh, did I mention the Sybian? Yes. You read that correctly. I have barely broken it in at all – shame on me – but maybe (please) you/she/he/Jack – can all help each other? 

Damn. I forgot the best part. If it is consensual, umm...we have a video camera with a tripod. Tape is tossed. And the boys – well, they can watch – no touching until we say so. 

You'd think I/we have done all this before, eh? Well I have to a certain degree...and so has Jack. But let me be up front – we are looking for a friends-with-benefits type of arrangement. No pressure. 

Is this a story? It is my first. I suppose it is a fantasy wrapped in a come-on covered in an invitation. 

What do you say? Hey, live fully ...we do. 



Carpe Diem



Pronunciation Key:

Ecineva: (Eh-sin-ee-vah)
Niapsa: (Knee-app-sah)
Tpygea: (Teh-pie-gia)
Eceerga: (Eh- sear-gah)

Enjoy!

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The thump of the drum resonated through the room. Each deep peal of sound called for a hip sway, belly roll. Her turn was next, and as the beat rolled out from beneath the drummer's fingers, she found herself swaying further into the room. She did a quick spin, absorbing the applause as she surveyed the room. The pain of the memory that transpired a fortnight ago cut through her like a blade and once again she forced herself to listen to the beat and dance.

Layla raised her hands above her head, spreading out her gold sequined veil behind her. Her toes pointed and her hips rolled out. Her beaded top tinkled as she moved, faster and faster with the steady pounding of the drum. Her skirt, which revealed more than it hid, fanned out around her as she twirled and arched her back. The royal dancing costume left her tanned, flattened stomach bare, offering tantalizing views to the group of men that surrounded her.

Among those men was the emperor of Emora, Apollo. He wore the royal colors- red and gold- majestically, in swathes of robes. For now, he sat calmly in his seat, but the act was not to be trusted.

He was the reason she was here in the first place.

Layla danced faster, wanting the memories that were looming on the fringes of her consciousness to go away, to fade into oblivion like the faces of the people around her. 

The drum beats began to soften and slow, coming sporadically and then ending. Layla ended with a pose, her veil fully extended, back deeply arched and toes cripplingly pointed. The crowd of men began their raucous applause, wolf-whistling and catcalling. Not that Layla could understand them anyway. She wasn't from Emora. She was taken from her homeland, Tpygea.

Layla tightly closed her eyes as flashes of red flooded her sight. Blood. The blood of her tribe, the blood of her friends, the blood of her mother...

Opening her eyes, she noticed the room had gone quiet, everyone watching her with apprehension, waiting for the emperor's judgment. If Emperor Apollo was pleased, she would stay on as a royal dancer, but if he was not...

The thought made her shutter. Images of a coliseum and bloodthirsty lions flittered through her mind before she could contain them. 

An impatient throat cleared itself. Flickering her brown eyes upward, she met eyes with the Emperor, who had one haughty brow raised. Layla quickly waltzed forward, careful to keep the grace in her step and the fluidity in her hips. When she reached the Emperor's feet, she dropped to her knees, hands behind her back and head down.

The great bear of a man above her rumbled something to her and she jumped slightly as his deep voice resonated through her and the room. Confused, she kept her head down, horrified to hear a few male chuckles. Emperor Apollo said something again, this time louder, addressing the room. This elicited even more male laughter. Even with the foreign language barrier she could hear the smile in Apollo's voice and had an inkling that the joke had been at her expense. 

"What is your name?" The beast above her boomed. Her brown eyes slowly climbed up his legs, still swarmed in yards of silken robes, and climbed and climbed, until finally she was looking into his serious green eyes. A soft gasp escaped her throat. She had heard rumors before, about his looks, and they seemed to prove true. Emperor Apollo was handsome, in every sense of the word, from his strong jaw to his sensual lips. He was the epitome of masculinity.

Those lips curved into a slight smirk and she realized she had been staring as he asked his question. "Layla," she murmured. Apollo shifted forward in his seat, his wide, muscular body casting a shadow over hers. A broad, ring adorned hand reached forward and grasped her miniscule chin. She worried a plump red bottom lip with her small, white teeth, wondering what the mammoth ruler was thinking in that beautiful head of his. His callous thumb rubbed at her lips, forcing her to quit biting them, while sending heat through her body and leaving her in a perpetual state of tension. 

Apollo smiled, as if he knew exactly what was going on. He sat back in his throne, abruptly taking the heat he brought on with him. Layla had to catch herself from leaning forward, to follow that hand.

His eyes darkened and the smile dimmed until it was nothing more than a wicked smirk. "Leave," he barked.

She couldn't leave fast enough.

How she hated that man!



Carpe Diem



I could tell he had a Dom side. I could feel it teasing me, hiding under the surface of his recently reddened ass. I've asked him to take charge before, but he hasn't really felt comfortable assuming that role. I've told him what I like as well as what I want, hoping it would ease his thinking. I've given him an open invitation to play with me if he ever feels comfortable with it.

Having never experienced his more domineering side, I was frightened when I woke up to my wrists being bound above my head. I had started to struggle and realized my legs were spread eagle, each ankle bound to the respective leg of my bed. 

I remember being able to say, "Get off of me!" before a hand came down over my mouth.

My ears struggled for any sound that would identify this man. It was pitch black in my room, no nearby streetlights to offer any ray of light. I could only make out the outline of him hovering over my bound body. He didn't seem to be a huge man and appeared quite slender. However, I learned that his appearance was deceiving when I struggled against him, only to be held firmly in place. 

His hand lifted off of my mouth long enough for me to partially scream out, "Heldmmm!" My plea was cut off by something shoved into my mouth, effectively silencing me. The most I could manage now were grunts and animal-like moans. With my voice taken from me, I could feel my eyes starting to water up, fear threatening to overcome my body. Anger coursed through me, fueled by adrenaline. I shook my body this way and that, hoping to loosen the rope that was making me a prisoner in my own bed. 

I could hear him laughing, almost in disbelief. I knew it was useless, but I still tried to curse him, telling him to fuck off, running through my entire dictionary of insulting curse words before I fell silent. My chest was heaving from straining against the bounds, my body my own personal enemy at the moment. When he reached down to slip something over my eyes, I was again betrayed by my body, unable to move or escape the definitive blackness behind the blindfold. 

I was startled when I felt him sweeping my hair away from the knot. He was being careful to avoid catching any loose strands. The knot tightened slowly but steadily. At long last, the blindfold seemed to meet his standards and his hands released my head. The bed dipped from his weight as he laid next to me. A finger traced along my jawline, pausing in the middle of my chin. Despite the fear, shudders ran down to the tips of my toes. This gentle touch seemed almost familiar.

I could feel his reaction to me, rubbing softly against my thigh. He moaned when I shifted my body away from him, stressing the limits of the restraints around my ankles and wrists. He slid closer and his lips grazed my earlobe. I heard him whisper my name.

"Dusty, it's me."

My gasp of surprise was muted by the gag, but my body quickly lost all tension when I heard my boyfriend's voice. I was able to grunt out something along the lines of

you asshole! before he slid off the bed. I was cut off when he reached into my pant's pocket. Work had been so hectic lately that I was exhausted and fell into bed earlier that evening without changing into my sleeping clothes. 

I felt him grab my small pocket knife and pull it out. It wasn't until I felt the cold blade on my shoulder blade that I realized he was using my own knife to cut through the top hem of my blouse. The knife rested on my stomach, and I was unsure of what he was doing until I heard the ripping of fabric. He ripped it to just beneath my breasts. Then, once again, he took the knife and cut through my sleeves. I laid there, with my bra exposed and my shirt in shreds. I knew what was coming this time when I felt him move down towards my feet. I could only groan as he sliced open a pair of designer work slacks and left only a strap of fabric around my waist. My pockets were also intact, I discovered, when he slid the knife back into the left one. 

I tried pulling my hips away from his touch, he had frightened me and ruined the most comfortable pair of work slacks I had for no reason. Yet he grabbed hold of my hips and thrust them back to where I had been. I heard rustling under my bed and felt a strap suddenly run across my hips. When I heard the clicking, I realized he had ran ratchet straps, which we had once discussed me using them on him, under the bed, and now over me. 

My chin in hand, my head turned to the side, he whispered into my ear, "This is what you want, isn't it? You want me to dominate you? Use you for my own pleasure?"

He released me and I heard his clothing fall to the floor, one piece following the first until, presumably, he was naked. He straddled my chest, I felt the evidence of his nudity resting on my ribs. Taking my breasts and shoving them together, I feel the tip of his dick pressing on them, trying to slip between. 

A moan escapes my throat as his rough, calloused hands rub my nipples. He hears me and at once stops playing with them. I feel him lean down again and this time a soft kiss lands on my cheek. 

"I'm going to fuck your tits, Dusty. Be a good girl and lay still."

With that, I feel him grab my breasts again and push them together, encasing his now hardened dick. He thrusts, again and again, the tip almost hitting my chin. My breasts please his dick for a few minutes, with him taking advantage of my bounds to slow down, and teasingly slip his dick through, inch by inch, just to speed back up. I try to move, wanting to touch him, only to feel him stop moving completely. He lets go of my breasts and reaches into my pocket again. My bra had been, at that point, still intact. I feel the blade slicing through the front clasp of the bra. My breasts bounce free and my bra falls to my sides uselessly. The knife slides off of the bedside table and clutters to the flloor. 

Out of no where, I feel him slap my breast. A sharp pain, mixed with pleasure, runs through me and I take a deep breath. 

"Do." Slap! "Not." Slap. "Move!"

I whimper in acknowledgement, but he continues slapping my breasts, more of the strikes targeting the now sensitive nipples. With each blow, I feel my panties getting damp. Thinking back to this morning, I remembered my only clean pair left had been the no-nonsense white briefs. Neil realized that he didn't have my full attention and was quick to remedy that with a sharp pinch to each of my nipples.

My yelp made him chuckle and I could almost see the smile on his face when he asked, "My dear, are my ministrations really not that intriguing?"

I thrashed my head back and forth, but I knew at that point it was too late. I could feel him reaching for something and tried to draw in on myself. But, alas, I could not hide my breasts from him. 

"Let's see if this will keep your attention better," he muttered.

He flicked his tongue over my now throbbing nipple. I felt his tongue ring catch and he slowly dragged it across my nipple. His hand crept up the side of my other breast and caught my other nipple between his fingers. My hips raised up as I tried to ride his thigh, and I heard him tsking. 

"Ah Dusty, you shouldn't have done that. I told you to lay still earlier. You're not being a very good girl tonight. I'll have to punish you now. And I believe I know exactly what I'll use."

With a flick of his wrist, I knew exactly what he used as well. The 2 inch wide leather whip landed on my breast, my poor nipple the obvious target. He alternated between each breast, taking the sound of my protests in stride.

"Dusty, Dusty, Dusty...you were a naughty girl. Surely you know you deserve this, don't you?"

I tried voicing my agreement, but all that came out was a quiet, "Mmhphmm."

After I don't know how many strokes, he stopped and my breasts took the temporary relief offered. A few seconds passed; he seemed to be thinking about something. Then I felt him undoing the gag.

Before he let my mouth free, he asked, "If I take this off, will you be quiet?" 

My mouth was starting to ache from being kept open, and I trusted this man. Nodding my head in agreement came without thought. He tossed the gag onto the bedside table and I flexed my jaw a few times, trying to loosen the stiffness that had formed. I felt his knees inching up the side of my body, coming to rest by my shoulders. He took his dick and slapped it lightly across my cheeks. I could feel how aroused he was, his dick had never felt so stiff before. The tip came to rest on my lips. I couldn't stop myself, my tongue slipped out and I tasted him. He was covered in pre-cum. It tasted so sweet; I could feel my panties clinging to my wetness. 

This time his cock slapped me a bit harder. "Dusty...why can you not be a good girl tonight? Open your mouth. If you want it so bad, I'll give it to you." 

With that, my jaw dropped open; I hadn't expected him to let me suck his cock. He knows how aroused I become when I feel the silky hardness sliding across my tongue, sliding down into my throat. 

I open my lips and waited for his cock. I could feel my nipples getting tighter and harder with every passing second. When he finally moved close enough that I could flick the tip with my own pierced tongue, he paused. 

With his throbbing dick mere millimeters from my waiting mouth, he said, "Oh Dusty, I knew I was forgetting something." 

The coldness that rushed in to fill the vacant space left by my lover shocked my chest, which, seconds previously, had been warmed by his muscular legs and ass. I heard him fumbling around with the bed above my head and then a cold chain was wrapped around my neck. When he claimed his position on my chest again, the chain was snug, tight enough that I could feel it there, but I was in no danger of being suffocated. All thoughts of the chain dissolved when his dick pressed to my lips. Greedily I opened them, waiting for my punishment. He let the slippery tip slide in, but then stopped, confusing me. I was more than able to take all of him, my throat rarely put up a fight. I knew he loved the way my throat tightened around him, how the cool metal of the ring felt running across his tight, sensitive skin. 

"Take it Dusty. If you want more of me, take me." 

Freedom granted by his words, my head tried to bob up to take as much as he would give me, but at that point, I discovered his game. The chain wrapped around my neck tightened whenever my head would move. I let my head fall back and pouted, breath rushing out of my nose to let him hear I was upset. 

"Be a good girl now. Suck my dick Dusty. Suck it!" 

I was being selfish, but I wanted his dick with no restraints. My head went side to side and my lips were firmly together. He tried convincing my lips to spread, teasing them with his dick. I almost caved and took him. I wanted to taste him. But I held out, not giving either of us what we wanted, and that was my mistake. He took my chin in his hand and forced my lips open. The gag was put into place again and tightened with no regard to my hair now. 

Before I knew it, he was off me again. I felt him readjusting the strap on the right ankle. Curiosity and fear raced through me, each determined to be the victor. When my leg was suddenly lifted straight up and held there by the strap, all I could think was, "shit, I've fucked up." Both of my legs were raised, forming a V, my ass was slightly raised. I knew what was coming and was reminded of the whip that he had earlier used on my nipples, lying next to me. I tried lifting and wiggling my body so as to hide it from his view. It didn't matter though I found, when I felt his hand slap across each cheek. 

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

There was no gentle warming up, my panties had become soaked from his previous playing. The wet fabric clung to my ass cheeks and I felt each blow all the more. My cries were muffled by the gag.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

There was no rhythm or pattern to the blows. I couldn't prepare myself for any of them. He continued on for I don't know how long until he finally stopped and my ass was burning. 

He undid the gag and said, Now I want to hear you thank me for each of these you'll receive. I think we both know what will happen if you mess up. Now I honestly don't mind if I have to continue to spank you Dusty, but would you?" 

I'm quick to say, "Yes!" 

The whip that I had tried so inefficiently to hide landed across my ass.

"What did you say Dusty?"

I was confused. I had answered him honestly, like I know he wanted. 

"I said yes."

Slap! "You will address me as Sir!" Slap!

"Yes Sir! I'm sorry Sir!. 

He seemed to accept my apology and rubbed my sore ass. "That's better. Now, I am going to spank you with this whip, five times on each cheek. I want to hear you thanking me after each time. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir. I understand."

Thwack! Thank you Sir!

Thwack! Thaaank you Sir!

Thwack! Thank, sniff, you Sir!

Thwack! Thank you Sir!

Thwack! Thank you Sir!

At this point, my ass was on fire, and my pussy was soaked. Each blow reverberating, tingling my clit. 

Thwack! Thank you Sir!

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Ahhhh! Thank you Sir!

The blows stopped and I relaxed, thinking it was over. I was wrong.

"Dusty, I whipped you three times. You thanked me for one. Now we must start over. But now I will take you over my knee."

After much repositioning, I found myself still bound by my neck, my wrists tied behind my back, and my hips over his lap. The blindfold was still wrapped around my head, because of which I couldn't see when the blows would fall. When he was finally comfortable and pleased with both of our positions, his hand began caressing my ass. The rough calluses scraped at my sensitive skin, but it made my pussy tingle in a way unlike any other.

"Now Dusty, I want you to count each one for me so as I don't lose count. Can you do that?"

"Yes Sir." 

Slap! "One Sir."

Slap! "Two Sir."

Slap! "Three Sir."

I could feel his hardness pressing against my sides. The site of me draped across his lap, my legs spread and open to intrusion aroused him. With every blow, I felt my breasts bouncing and coming back to rest against his legs. After ten blows, he paused, hand on my left cheek. His fingers slid down along the curve of my ass, finally coming to rest above my throbbing clit. I strained against his leg, trying to get some relief. He chuckled and drew his fingers away when he felt me moving. 

Suddenly, a tiny vibrator was pressed against my clit. I almost came from that alone. Then I felt him pushing against the now soaked fabric of my panties into my pussy. He teased me for a few minutes, somehow always knowing when I was about to peak. Then he took the pocket knife, seemingly always within reach, and cut my panties off. I now lay over his lap with only the remnants of my pants and work blouse draped around my waist. His hand slid between my thighs again, he started to slowly fuck me with his thumb, the vibrator still teasing my clit. 

I was feeling it building, each thrust of his thumb bringing me one wave closer, when he stopped completely. He set me down on the floor and spread my knees wider than my shoulders. He released my wrists and ordered me to put them behind my head. The chain seemed to be his leash for me. He grabbed my crossed wrists with one hand and the other wrapped around his cock. He rubbed his stiffness against my cheek once before slapping it sharply against my face. 

"Now suck my dick. And suck it good. I don't want to have to spank you again, as much as I love it, I want nothing more than to bury my dick in you right now."

My lips eagerly opened, seeking his dick. He thrust it deep into my mouth and deep into my throat. With his one hand free now, he took my leash and I felt that tighten down on my throat as well. If I were another woman, I would have gagged but as I'm me, my pussy just got wetter. With one hand behind my head, he fucked my face for a good five minutes. Each time that I needed air, I could feel his dick jump a bit against my tongue. His thrusts slowed to a stop and I could feel how close he was to cumming in my throat.

I pulled my head back and asked, "Please Sir, let me taste you."

"Not tonight. Naughty girls don't get what they want. Now stand up." He emphasized these words with a flick of the leash, the chain tightening around my neck until I stood. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Put your head on the bed. Good girl. Now, don't move." 

I stayed there, my ass in the air, my lips spread open and dripping with my wetness. It wasn't long before I felt his tongue run across my clit and dip into my pussy. He nibbled on my lips and his tongue ring sent shivers up my spine. I couldn't help myself, his tongue knew every way there was to make me squirm, and before I knew it, I felt myself cumming on his expert tongue. My hips dropped and my body collapsed onto the bed. I didn't have long to relax though. He pulled my hips up using my wrecked pants and thrust himself deep into my still throbbing pussy. He pounded against me and I could feel him getting thicker. But once again, he stopped before coming.

His wrists wrapped around mine and he whispered in my ear, ""Did I give you permission to cum?!"

"No Sir. I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. It just felt too good." 

He pulled out, leaving me gasping. He flipped me over and grabbed my wrists again, holding them above my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist and welcomed his throbbing dick. He pinched one of my nipples and leaned down to kiss me. With every thrust of his tongue, his dick imitated his movement. I tightened my muscles each time he slid in deep and rubbed against him the best I could. 

I could feel myself climbing that peak again and begged him not to stop, "Please Sir, please don't stop. give me all of your cock please. Fuck me harder. Please let me cum again."

This time he took mercy on me and kept pounding my pussy, almost to the point of pain, but the best sort of pain. With his tongue teasing mine, my nipple aching between his fingers, I came again with him deep inside. When I cried out, I felt him filling my pussy with his cum. He collapsed on me, released my wrists, and stroked my face. 

"Now I know why you like domming me so much. I love you."

I nodded my head against his, "I love you too Derek."



Carpe Diem: a Fable



Bobbi had gotten the job, and she was pleased. After so many long days of hard work, slaving away in the doldrums of the near-minimum wage crowd, she was up and flying. Up in the air of light work and high pay. The older man (fifty or sixty) led her through the halls, on floor thirty-four of the Millford building. She passed by the women working in their cubicles, intent on typing memos or taking phone calls. This was not the room for her. Her room was just ahead.

"Here it is. Do you like it?" asked Bobbi's new boss.

"I love it... it's so beautiful!" replied Bobbi, in genuine awe. The room was almost as large as the hall outside. Its walls were polished brown, like the rooms the lawyers on television stand in as they sell themselves to you. There was a huge desk, with a shockingly small amount of material on top. There was a large picture window, nearly the size of the whole wall, overlooking the city. And a huge padded chair.

"I trust you'll work well for me. Just answer all the calls and take down any notes the girls out front might give you. I'll be gone when you arrive at nine, and I'll be back about a half hour before you leave."

"I'll be fine," said Bobbi.

"Good. Well, I'll be going now; enjoy your first day." And with that, the man walked out of the office. Bobbi gazed around the room and laughed; it was better than any place she could imagine. She hurried over to the door, and called to one of the girls.

"So are there any messages?"

"Yeah. I bet. There's never any messages for Mr. Carver. The phone rings maybe twice a day. You'll be fine as long as you don't steal anything. There's no camera in there, of course, but he counts everything, down to the last pen. I just hope you can take the boredom." The woman smiled. "Of course, most of us wish we were as bored as you'll be."

Bobbi laughed. "I'll take care of myself. And I'll invite you all in someday."

She closed the door and sauntered into the office. For her first official duty, she sat down in the chair, which was far bigger than she was. She scrunched herself up into a fetal position; the chair held her softly. She put her foot down and spun herself around for a bit, then slid the chair back and forth behind the desk. She laughed at herself, thirty-two years old and acting like a little girl. But she continued to play, as she knew that the work would be boring. Unless she made it different. 

Bending the chair backward, Bobbi faced the window and stared out. The chilly January morning was beautiful from within the heated office. A building across the street was under construction, and the workers buzzed about the steel frames. And amidst this wonderful scenery, Bobbi thought back to her earlier life, since it had a lot to do with what she was about to try.

Bobbi had a problem. She hated being dressed more than anything. It was not the type of problem a baby might have, wanting to be free, it had begun when Bobbi had blossomed into a woman. Unlike many of the other girls, so refined and cautious, Bobbi had embraced her sexuality. Each and every night she would masturbate under her warm covers, and she naturally hated how sticky her pajamas would become after a few minutes. So one night, after her mother had asked her why her nightgown was moist from the previous evening, Bobbi decided to do away with bedclothes totally. 

She had never stripped nude for any reason other than a shower, and she felt horny and wet even before her underwear was off. She put her clothes at the foot of the bed and climbed under the sheets. Never had she felt so good, the silkiness so smooth on her skin, pure feeling entering her every pore. She enjoyed the best orgasm she had ever known; the second in a series of three she treated herself to under the smooth texture that night. And from then on, clothes were optional to her; a necessary evil. 

To the rest of the world, she was a perfectly normal girl, leading a normal life. But when she would arrive home from school and enter her room for studying, the clothes came off as soon as the door was locked, and only went back on if she had to emerge. She was only happy naked. When she graduated high school, she was fully nude under her cap, gown, and shoes; her dress stowed away in the girls' bathroom. And her happiness did not extend only to visual admiration of her own body. It was physical as well; she masturbated at least three times a day, and only if she was busy. On a lazy day off, she would pleasure herself all day long. She knew people would call her a nymphomaniac, which was why she had never had a steady boyfriend. She did enjoy sex with others, just never on a monogamous basis. 

However, the freedom of college was too much for her. She would constantly miss class, and her grades were awful. She did not care; she had her own apartment, and her roommate had shown her how wonderfully freeing bisexuality could be. She dropped out her sophomore year, and worked in that city, far away from home, for years and years. Crap jobs. The only ones she had liked involved stripping. But she had grown older, and none of the clubs would have her. Desperate men lusting after young girls. Bobbi had always thought of herself as attractive, and she found many other people attractive as well. But age is ugly to the fearful, who live in the shadow of past securities, past beauty. So it was back to the monotonous grind. But finally, she had the job she needed.

Bobbi sat up in the chair; her brown hair was sprayed and long, done just for the first day. She had a new suit on, navy blue, with a pretty red tie. A man's suit, but it looked good on her, despite being baggy. But it would not do anymore. There were no cameras in the room.

Bobbi kicked off her loafers; she had white socks on underneath. She could stand socks, since she hated cold feet on the floor. She stood and walked around the room for a while, stretching. And when she was limbered and relaxed, she slowly unbuckled the belt on her suit pants. She enjoyed undressing far more when she took each item and accessory off individually. She slid the belt off and tossed it across the room. 

Her pants sagged on her hips now; Bobbi could see the blue tips of her panties hugging her waist. Deciding that the pants were too baggy on her to warrant unzipping, she slid them down her legs, till they landed in a heap at her feet. Her dress shirt was now untucked, and hid her panties, leaving only her legs exposed. They were white, but not pasty. There was a tiny bit of fat on them, which only made them seem more fleshy and enticing. Her thighs bounced as she walked to the window, and leaned up against it. 

She let her suit coat fall to the floor, off her arms, and she leaned up against the huge window, so cool on her legs. She gazed downward, and noticed that some of the construction crew was staring at her. She smiled and waved. She could not hear what they yelled, but she knew it was probably lascivious. She laughed and stuck her tongue out, smooshing it against the cool glass. The construction workers howled and called their friends over. Seven, the entire crew it seemed, gathered quickly, six men and a woman. All looked fantastic in their uniforms. Bobbi's eyes widened as she saw the woman whistling and hollering just as loudly as the men. This would be interesting.

The floor the workers were on was nearly level with Bobbi's floor; slightly lower. The building was quite close too, since Bobbi could make out the figures perfectly on those metal girders. She waved again, this time at the woman directly. She waved back and shouted. Bobbi made out dirty blonde hair underneath the helmet. It was time to see if this woman was easily impressed. Bobbi hopped backward, away from the window, and began to bounce her leg forward and backward, like a cheerleader. 

It was in fact a cheer from her high school days. And the woman (as well as the men) was indeed impressed, as this woman in only a shirt, tie, and socks launched into a full cheer in the window in front of them, complete with hops in the air and a lot of ass shaking. Every so often the dress shirt would ride up and Bobbi's sky blue thong could be glimpsed for a second, along with supple amounts of flesh. And after the cheer was over, the crowd went nuts. But Bobbi kept bobbing her leg forward and back, as she untied the tie and tossed it across the room. She ran over and pulled the chair to the window and jumped onto it. 

She turned back to the window, and continued to shimmy as she slowly unbuttoned the shirt. The eyes on the girders were transfixed to her shaking body. And their mouths screamed aloud as the shirt finally fell off, revealing Bobbi's naked back, and her barely clothed butt. Bobbi turned her head around and laughed wildly at crowd of seven, and then bent down to touch her toes. Then she stood, and bent over again. And again. And again, each time the thong disappearing deeper into her cheeks, and her ass becoming more visible. And on the fifth time, Bobbi stood up and slowly peeled the panties down as she bent over once again. Her butt was so fleshy and jiggly, yet in no way obese. And it was surpassed only by her pussy, with her pubic hair trimmed down to a light fur, the same color as her hair. 

Her breasts were as soft and inviting as her rear; her nipples were dark and perky. She walked forward and kissed the glass, smearing her tongue all over and electrifying her tits with the cold glass. And with a wicked smile she walked away, pushing the chair into a sunny spot in the office. She curled into the chair, naked from the ankles up, and relaxed and the warm sun soothed her goosebumps; the office was rather cold, despite the heating. The velvet of the chair was magnificent against her back. 

She closed her eyes and congratulated herself on the show she had put on. And as the warmth slid through her, she slipped two fingers into her soaking vagina, and teased her clit softly with the other hand. Having masturbated so much, she was a master. Forty minutes of extraordinary pleasure were coming. And after a long, intense orgasm, she laid spread-eagled in the chair and napped on the job, with the biggest smile in the world on her face. 

She dreamt of an idea.

Walking out of the office, dressed again at the day's conclusion, she surveyed the women in the cubicles in the hall. Ages twenty to mid-forties she guessed. All reasonably fit and healthy looking. Many gazed at her in mild jealousy as she passed by. But at the door of the elevator she stopped.

"I have an offer for all of you," she said loud enough for them all to hear, but not so loud that Mr. Carver would notice. "I'm going to invite you all into the office tomorrow. I think the company can go without work for an hour or so." Smiles and laughs all around. "But there's something you have to do for me..."

It took an hour to convince everyone. But the work was so boring that any change was welcome, even an odd one like this. And everyone was indeed excited by the day's end.

The next day, Bobbi entered the office on time, and said goodbye to Mr. Carver. She then pulled out of her pocket a small folded paper. She walked over to the window as she dialed the number. Sure enough, one of the men on the girders looked over and picked up his phone by the side of the work area.

"Hey there, look at the window," said Bobbi as the man answered.

"Oh... hi!"

"Remember me?"

"Yeah, of course, how could I not?"

"I'm going to ask a favor of you and your co-workers. I want the seven of you to take off all of your clothes, shoes and all."

"What? What was that? Hey, look... we really appreciated your... stuff yesterday, but it's forty degrees up here!"

"I'll do it again."

"No... no! We'll freeze! It's not worth it to see you naked again..."

"Just me?" Bobbi smiled as she hung up. She then hollered into the hall. The eyes of every worker on the site lit up as no less than twenty women assembled by the window. Bobbi blew a kiss out the window. The man with the phone ran over to his co-workers and began shouting vehemently.

"I'm so nervous," said Kathy, a trim forty-two year old.

"Chill out. This is gonna be great! All these guys'll be staring at us," responded Lisa, a twenty-three year old fresh from college. She had gotten Bobbi the number.

But all whispers ceased as the construction workers stopped conversing and looked up at the window. There was a moment of still life.

Nothingness.

And then one man began to untie his boots.

All of the office women screamed and cheered and howled in delighted shock as the rest followed suit. The men were all late twenties to mid-thirties. All covered with lean muscle; some of the older ones were beginning to grow a bit soft. But the office women didn't care. Their breathing quickened and their hearts pounded and helmets fell off, shirts were whipped over short-cropped hair, and jeans were stripped. The lone woman on the girder was the first one naked, her boxers rolled up in a ball and stuffed into her lunchbox. Bobbi smiled widely; she had been correct. The woman was dirty blonde. Tattoos covered her stomach and legs. She had muscle too; her breasts were firm and quite big. She was totally shaved, and her tight, muscular thighs spread her cunt wide. Four of the men wore boxers, the other two briefs. All were quickly removed, leaving six totally erect cocks. The oldest man, who even had a streak of gray in his hair, was the largest by far, a magnificent eight inches, at least. The other men ranged from five to six, by Bobbi's rough estimation. All were gorgeous to her, though. 

"I'm gonna absolutely love this," whispered Jeanne, who had just divorced her husband one week ago. Oddly, all the women in the office were single. Some of the older ones had grown kids; the younger ones had never bothered. It was a common thread between them. And now another thread was to be unspooled.

Bobbi began, rushing to the front. She did her cheerleader routine again, only for a longer time. After a half-hour, she was down to her socks (wooly brown) and thong (black). But she did not remove anything else. Instead she ducked back and let the other girls go up in groups of three. The first of them were shaking in both nervousness as well as genuine chill. But Bobbi smiled and waved in her chair, with only her undies on, and the women's jealously grew. They wanted to taste the joy that Bobbi had. 

And that gave them strength. And after the first three were done (Jeanne's tiny boobs accentuated by her rock-hard nipples, Amy's pantyhose torn to shreds, Nancy sweating under her white bra and panty combo), the rest gathered a new strength. They all danced in their own way, laughing and undressing each other playfully and slowly. Some laid on the ground and bit each other's socks off. Some shook their bodies so hard that their dresses seemed to fly off. The floor was soon covered in work pants and skirts and shoes. Bobbi stalked up and down the window's length hugging and smooching her friends on the cheeks; almost all kisses were returned. 

Many of the women were sobbing with laughter, clutched tightly in groups of five or six on the floor. Just to keep things interesting, Bobbi tore off any bras she happened to see. Lisa had worn a bubble-gum pink teddy under her work shirt, and that was torn off as well. Lisa gave Bobbi a pouty look, which was supremely effective; Lisa still looked like she did at sixteen. Bobbi kissed her on the lips, tasting her cherry lip-gloss with her tongue. Lisa smiled, and then gasped in laughter as Bobbi popped her bouncy little tits into her mouth, sucking as had as she could. The stripping continued around them. And after it all, the twenty-one women stood by the window in panties of all colors. 

Cream colored sheer, lacy vanillas, cherry red cottons, brown wools, and a dozen tight, lucious thongs. All hugging twenty-one irresistible asses. Looking down, the office women saw the construction workers in the throes of pleasure. The men were stroking their dicks fast and hard; some of them were sticky with pre-cum. The woman was lying down on the icy metal, fingering herself with both hands. All were obviously freezing. All didn't care. 

"Are we ready?" shouted Bobbi.

"Yes!!!" exclaimed the girls.

It took Bobbi ten minutes to get out of her thong this time. She slithered around and squeezed her breasts and ran the tips of her fingers down her sides. And when she was nude, she triumphantly deposited her panties on the desk. And each girl went up alone and stripped off her underwear. All took their time, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of undressing. Kimmy, a thirty-eight year old, moaned and gasped her way through her act. She was hit by a screaming orgasm before her pumpkin thong (which she had just bought the night before) was even off; it grew wet as her juices dripped down her legs. She turned to the women and said that it was her first orgasm in fifteen years, and she would never go another day without one. As the final panties were removed, the construction workers hit their stride. The men shot huge loads of cum right off the side of the building. One man kept cumming for nearly a minute. The woman was screaming, her hands soaked in pleasure.

Their work done, the women in the office relaxed on the floor, warm with clothes. The next three hours were magical, as they either pleasured themselves or each other. Many of them had never had a homosexual experience before. A few, just a week before, would have said that lesbians disgusted them. But now they knew better as they felt unimaginable thrills rise up in their stomachs, as they group kissed, four at once. They adored the warmth of each other's bodies, the smoothness of each other's flesh. They gorged themselves on each other's tastes, every woman slightly different. Seven of them heaped into the chair, then napped in the bosoms of their friends and lovers, Bobbi on bottom. No work was done that day; no matter, nothing was coming in.

"We are never wearing clothes at work again," moaned Lisa, as five 'o clock drew closer.

"Yeah, no one looks in those cameras anyway," responded Nancy. "Besides, we can all come in here." She smiled as she caressed Jeanne's back.

"I'm just so sad it has to end with work," whispered Kathy.

Bobbi had been napping, and once again had an idea.

"It doesn't have to." 

That night, the women sat on the steps of the building, giggling about the adventure they had earlier, and about the adventure they were about to have. And as darkness fell, at eleven 'o clock, the construction workers emerged from their elevator, across the street. Bobbi shouted:

"Hey, over here!"

The seven looked over, and hurried across the street.

"You like what happened earlier?"

"Yeah," said the older one, "It was amazing..."

"It was the best moment in my whole fucking life!" another interrupted.

They all nodded in approval.

"Do you want your whole life to be like that best moment?" purred Bobbi.

"Absolutely!" shouted the dirty blonde.

They all began to shout and nod.

"Then let's do just that! All of you, rip your clothes off!"

Bobbi grabbed the dirty blonde and began to claw at her shirt, tearing it away while hungrily kissing her on the mouth. In seconds she was topless, her fat boobs caressed so roughly by Bobbi as their tongues wrapped and wrestled. The blonde responded, shredding everything Bobbi had. The blonde's firm breasts were licked and licked until they shone with moistness, and Bobbi's hands massaged her ass under her jeans. The two continued their display to everyone's shock, but by the time the two were nude the crowd was smiling, and the kisses began. The next five minutes were filled with tearing and rending and loud rips, as the two groups attacked each other. The long-cumming man tore off two dresses at once while Kimmy stroked his already sticky penis. The wind picked up the scraps of clothes and blew them off. The echoes of the night was filled with the moans and hot, sloppy affection sounds of a twenty-eight body mass moistening each other in every way possible, right on the city streets. No cars stopped, no police arrived.




Carpe Diem: a Fable



"Alright... every... one..." Bobbi gasped as two women ate her pussy at the same time and she gave the eight-incher a rim-job, "Tonight's my place..."

And they piled into their cars and somehow made it to Bobbi's place. Her roommate was surprised to say the least, but a dozen tongues lapping her for fifteen minutes changed her attitude. The party did not stop until four in the morning. Each of the men fucked at least four women. Many of the women fucked each other. And all of the men tasted each other as well. 

And so it went. Each day, the office women would enjoy work naked and happy. Long, leisurely days of masturbation and glorious sleep. And as soon as work was over, the real fun began. The construction workers had made it a point to leave work no later than five. Then the group would proceed to a local bar, for hours of drinking and laughing. By eight, all were totally drunk and horny, and ready to hit the dance floor. By ten, all the women had been fondled many times, and the men already had their shirts off. Then it was time to leave for someone's place for the night. When the sun rose, they would return to their homes for clothes and such. Sleep was done at work. There were always surprises. Nancy had a son who was still a virgin; he had never even seen a naked girl in person. The group, already fully unclothed waked him from his bed. The boy had been jerking off, and could not believe that all his fantasies had come to life. He was stripped in seconds, and enjoyed his first blowjob from three women at once. The men showed him the proper way to handle himself, and he was deflowered by a woman twice his age. 

By the night's end he thought that his stomach would burst from all the pussy he had eaten. Amy had no less than five daughters, all of whom were more than pleased to join mom in an evening of pleasure. As the group burst in, three of them were still in their school uniforms, which the men were more than happy to slowly remove. The other two were watching television in their room, when half the women leapt onto their bed, and showed them how much fun girls could really have. They agreed to invite all of their friends over the next time the group came around, and Amy would beam in pride when she returned home each morning to see her girls naked in one bed, all cuddled together. 

Amy's house quickly became a highlight of the cycle, as over forty high school and college girls would be over on a good night. Three of the construction men had wives. All were more than pleased to accommodate everyone after sufficient persuasion. The eight-incher's wife demanded to be kissed for ten minutes by every member of the group. The second wife was given a long bath and massage by all the men, making love to them all, two at a time. The third was totally accepting, even cooking food for the group. It was usually smeared on her and eaten off. 

Even after the building was completed, the office women continued to strip, if only for each other. The construction workers got different jobs, but were always on time for the parties at night.

Five years later, it still went on. Through friends and acquaintances joining up, the group had swelled to over eighty strong, not counting the myriad guests at anyone's house. Bobbi sat back on her chair, recalling the memories. And out of all of the sex she had given, all of the luscious, screaming, soaking orgasms she had received, none were her highlight. 

She gazed upon the mass of wonderful flesh on the floor, rippling gently with soft, contented breathing, and knew that it was her creation. So many people were happier than they had ever been before, because of her. And even this idea of hers, this genuine creation, was not her highlight. The best part was still, when Bobbi stepped up to that window, and felt that sun on her body, the thrill in her stomach as she peeled off her clothes, oh so slowly, unveiling herself for everyone, and herself more than any.