0 comments/ 23483 views/ 0 favorites Vow By: Miserys Angel Bob walked into the club, the thick drums and base playing through out the packed space. He smiled as he saw a tall girl, curvy hips, large chest, and a synced up waist. She was leaning against the bar in her black and blood red lace under bust corset and red lace crop top with long bell sleeves. She wore a thigh length black lace skirt, black thigh high panty hoes and a black leather garter belt. Thanks to the lacey top Bob had a clear view of her black leather bra that matched her panties and garter that were shown from under the lace garments. She was tapping her dark red mile high heel clad foot against a barstool. Bob walked up next to her and gave her a quick glance as he ordered a drink. He never saw her there before and thought it would be fun to taste the new blood. She looked over and saw him standing close to her, a subtle sent of ginger and must linger in the air. Bob’s long jet-black hair hung low in his face covering slightly arched eyebrows that were adorned with three titanium hoops in the right and a titanium spike in the other. He smiled a wicked grin at her showing two small white and sharp looking fangs. She smiled, so many of these “Goths” had those cheap Hot Topic fangs. His bottom lip was shinning lightly with the four titanium rings, two on either side, helping to more attention to his perfect little pout. He had his nails cut, clean and unpainted, unlike many men in the club. He wore a simple yet elegant out fit, black leather pants, black boots that made the extra long legs of his pants sit bunched at the ankle, a dark red 1800 style shirt and a black velvet cloak. It had been snowing outside; the dead cold of the Canadian mountain air blew the snow softly in small portals. His skin was pail and his lips were slightly blue, she waved it off as being cold from the weather or make-up. He wore titanium spikes across his collarbone, pierced, not jewelry, three in a line. He wasn’t wearing any eye make-up, which was a bit unusual for the normal comers of the club. She smiled and licked her lips lightly, letting her studded tongue roll across her glossy lips that held a small gold doorknocker in the middle. “Hello.” She smiled as she moved closer to him; he gave off a cold vibe but smiled warmly at her. “Hello yourself, I haven’t seen you here before.” His husky voice washed over her. She smiled. “It’s my second time, I came last night to see the band.” “I see, so who’s that chain for?” He nodded to a thick chain and clip she held in her hand. “You if you’re good.” She grinned wickedly. Bob smiled; she was going to be easier then he thought. “What if I say that I haven’t been good?” He moved closer to her and brushed her hair off of her fair shoulder. He kissed her shoulder and the jaw-line. She smiled and clipped the chain onto the black leather slave collar he wore. She drug him away from his untouched drink and out of the club. He pulled the hood up over his head, even though he loved the snow and the cold. She wrapped herself up in her thick black velvet and fur lined coat. Her apartment was a few blocks away from the club so it wasn’t too long before they were inside the nice warm complex. Once inside she turned around and pushed Bob onto his knees. “I’m Leesh, but you just call me mistress.” She hissed lightly. Bob lowered his head, loving the heat that radiated from between her legs as she stood closely in front of him. Her musky smell of excitement was as sweet as honey to him, his mouth watered for a few laps. He lifted his hand up her inner thigh and felt her juices that were flowing out of the sides of her panties. She wanted to moan and let him have his way with her, but she was in charge already. She smacked his hand away from her. “You don’t touch me till I tell you it’s alright.” “Yes mistress.” He said, trying to hold back a grin. He loved it when they played tough; it got their blood pumping and flowing faster, made them easier to be pushed over the edge into his world of ecstasy. She stood him up and walked him over to a wall that had leather straps bolted into it. She hooked the free end of the chain around Bob’s neck to the wall and started to undress him. First his cloak then she unlaced his boots. He kicked them off and let her finish. She unclasped his pants and pulled then off his hips and down his legs. She stood up and ripped open his top, his eyes slightly flashed, it was one of his favorite shirts. “Oh I’ll buy you a new one.” She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Undress me.” She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor indicating that she wanted him on his knees. He slowly bent to his knees, not sure if the chain was long enough. It was just barely a proper length for him to kneel and move a bit. She turned around to give him access to the ties of her top. He slowly pulled at them to loosen them, soon the under bust corset was untied and fell to the floor. She stood him up again and raised her arms as he pulled the lace crop top up over her head. He got back down on his knees and unzipped her skirt. He pulled it down and she stepped out of it. Leesh stood there now in only her panty hoes, heels, under wear and garter belt and bra. She pulled him back up by the chain and pushed him against the wall. She pulled one arm to one side and strapped him against the wall. She repeated the task on the other side then moved to his feet. She strapped his feet against the wall as well. She stood up and looked at him, there stood a well toned, fair skinned, longhaired, mysterious man strapped to her wall as a crucifix. She smiled and took a pair of scissors and cut off his underwear. She grinned as his growing hot erection slapped lightly against his stomach. His flush head glistened with pre-cum. Leesh grinned and crouched down, she took Bob in her mouth for a few hard sucks. She slipped her hand along her inner thigh and pushed her panties to the side. She slowly rubbed her fingers down between her legs. Bob groaned as he watched her toying with herself and with his fleshy shaft. She grinned and pulled away from his near eruption stated rod. She stood up and started to walk away. “Don’t leave me like this.” He panted. “I’ll do whatever I want.” She hissed. She grabbed her black leather, finely crafted whip and flicked it swiftly against his inner thigh. He flinched slightly and growled, low in his throat, an inhuman cry. A few more lashes came before Leesh finally stopped and put the whip down. She laughed lightly and walked off, leaving him to hang there. She showered and changed into a black silk slip styled nightgown. She walked up to Bob and smiled at him. Her hand grazed down his chest and to his hips. “Good night Bob, maybe I’ll wake up for a mid night snack, you’ll be ready I’m sure.” She grinned and walked off to her room. Bob sighed lightly and let himself hang against the wall. A few hours later, when Leesh was fully asleep Bob awoke and grinned. “Silly girl.” He sighed to himself. Bob closed his eyes and soon his body seemed to turn to ashes, flake-by-flake he drifted apart and out of the restraints. In the middle of the floor in front of where he was once strapped, was a pile of black soot. Soon the ashes stirred and lifted and there stood Bob, eyes glowing a haunting light gray, teeth bare, fangs near doubling in length. His hair was soft and free of his face, his muscles were taut, his naked frame stocked silently through the apartment. He could hear her breathing, her hart pumping in a steady beat. His mouth watered as he entered her room, found her lying with the sheets tangled around her soft frame. He grinned as she shifted in her sleep, causing the thin fabric of her nightgown to rise and expose her woman hood. He crept up from the foot of the bed and over her legs; he carefully pushed them apart a little more. The thick sent of hot musk from her slumber excitement caused him to purr softly in temptation. He wanted nothing more then to plunge his tongue deep past her female lips and taste the juices from with in the velvety folds of her hot box. He licked his lips and lightly blew of the feverish skin between her delicate thighs. She moaned dimly in her sleep as the cool breeze of his breath crawled over her hot skin. Bob grinned and chuckled lightly as her hand moved subconsciously to her breasts. He left soft kisses on her legs as he pushed the fabric up higher so that he could touch her hips and navel with his tongue. Bob moved back down to her heat and flicked his tongue lightly at the wet slit. He spread open the soft puckering lips to reveal her pink glistening mouth. He swiftly lapped at her like a thirsty dog; he dove deep into her with a dagger like tongue, reveling in the taste of her sex abode. She whimpered in her sleep as her fever grew with the speed of Bob’s talented tongue. She was coming close to the edge when her eyes snapped open, but saw no one. The feeling with gone. She let a worried sob escape her mouth at the site of her empty room. All of a sudden Bob seemed to fall from the sky and push her roughly under his body. He ripped off her nightgown, leaving her bare and vulnerable. She tried to scream but couldn’t. “Oh, don’t worry I’ll buy you a new one.” He growled annalistically. His hands rubbed against her tender skin, his nails scraped and scratch her flesh as he held her under him. He grabbed her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. “Don’t worry love, you’ll enjoy this.” He grinned, flashing his teeth that grew a bit more in her fear stricken site. His now at full attention shaft drove deep into Leesh anally. She arched her back and finally let out a blood-curdling scream. He pulled out, nearly all the way and then slammed in again. He pumped in and out of her savagely, he grinned widely as she started to moan and toss her head from side to side in lust. Bob knew that he was coming closer to his orgasm and so was she. He sat back on his heels and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly; he buried his face in the nook of her neck and bit lightly. Slowly pushing his fangs into her tender skin, he reached point of ecstasy and bit firmer. Finally his fangs were fully in her neck and he was sucking lightly. She moaned as she rubbed her hips shakily against Bob’s. He pushed her off of him as she was an inch from dead and stood up. He walked into the living room and slipped on his pants and cloak. He walked back into the bedroom and kissed her lips lightly as she struggled to breath. He picked up her pail naked body, wrapped her in his cloak and headed for the door. They walked towards the door, almost as before, Bob seemed to turn to ash and walked through with Leesh in his arms. No one seemed to notice the tall shadowy figure that walked down the snowy streets bare footed carrying his life long victim. Vow To My Princess Was she really perfect...? Yes. It's hard to believe, really, that In just over a year, I've gotten to know her as a friend, then a sister, and eventually... well, it all fell into place. Go ahead, call it cliché, but I couldn't be happier knowing that someone who originally fibbed about her name for her own security wound up being my, and I quote from Chobits, "someone just for me". She was definitely a fairy tale princess. Loving to a fault, a beautiful sight to everyone who saw her and a winner of so many hearts, yet she still cares for everyone no matter what. What was missing? Being kidnapped and needing rescuing. There's literally no way to describe her except with "perfect", for sure. Does that make me the one to fill the role of the captor, to have taken her from the world as my love? Whether it does or not, she's happy, and so am I. For months, since September, I've only been able to count about five hundred thousand cases of "I love you" from her. Lord knows how many times she's tried to prove it, and he knows how many times she's succeeded, too. I really couldn't be... wait, that's a lie. I could be happier. See, between September and March, the relationship was everything but physically together. That made it trying, hard, almost annoying, and occasionally very stressful. But, wouldn't it be stupid if we couldn't last six months waiting to meet each other? If we couldn't last two years before an eternity, did we really deserve to tell each other that we loved one another? I could be happier. As of March, the relationship didn't need to be through long-distance medium. As of Spring Break, the first day of mine... Heaven met Earth. The drive from north Indiana to mid Tennessee is about seven hours. And as I slept in for the first day of my long, much-needed break from work and school, I knew it somewhere in the back of my head that she was getting ready to come. That didn't interrupt my dreamless sleep, though... As she prepared for the long early-morning trip, I couldn't help but stay lazily snuggled into my blankets. She knew what we agreed to. She knew she was supposed to call me when she left so I'd know where she was and how long to wait... She apparently decided she wanted to surprise me by showing up a lot sooner than expected. I know it was a romantic move and love it even now, but when I woke up at 10 in the morning, she was already four hours into the seven. That's when I finally grew worried and called. After two rings, I finally heard her soft voice on the other line. "Hello, honey. I'm almost done packing, so... you caught me at a good time." I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Okay... Take your time, alright, sweety? I don't want you to forget anything." She giggled a bit and nodded, even if I couldn't see it. "Okay. I promise. I love you, my prince." I couldn't help but smile and sink bank into the blankets, ready to fall out again. "I love you, too, princess. See you when you're here." "Okay... Bye..." It was the kind of good-bye tone from her I knew meant she didn't want to hang up, but I didn't want her to drive talking if it wasn't needed. I didn't want to risk her. What I didn't know is that, as I was talking to her, she was filling up her car's gas tank after a restroom break. With all the surprised I'd given her through the months upon months, this early visit was apparently her mischeviously sweet payback to me surprising her so many times. I didn't know it, though; I was expecting to see her face in seven hours. So, with my room organized and my clothes put on, I really had little to do. What could take up seven hours? Not much, really, except work. And I had made sure I was off work for Spring Break. Games? They'd only keep me for a couple, the anticipation would overtake me. Storywriting? I can only think of her. Well... there really wasn't much. The closest I could get to anything that would take a while is starting a very old game over, knowing it would take a while and I forgot most of its secrets. So, I decided on putting in Final Fantasy VII, despite having no way to save. It actually worked for a good while; I got to seeing the highway ride scene until I realized the world map was coming. With a sigh, I put away the rest of the scene and turned the game off. Two and a half hours down... Sheesh, how many to go? Games couldn't hold me forever. I should have watched a movie or two. I know they would hold out for at least four hours, literally. I decided on something different. The Internet was where I first met Tia, so it would tide me over until she arrived... I hoped. I moderated a forum with a lot of other people, but all I really had to do was delete accidental double-posts due to recent server troubles. So, home forum watched over, I moved on to where I felt myself more at home... Literotica. It was one of the few places I felt at home with about everyone about my dirtier side, at least for a forum. It was also one of the few spots where I could test my mettle of storywriting, as well as develop an appreciation for others' works. I loved the place, even if I wasn't gonna be a moderator any time soon. The time I took was well past thirty minutes. I didn't hear the vehicle approach, and as I was replying to the topics that caught my fancy, I heard my mom and dad talking. There was a third voice, very out of context. Tia...? I glanced at the clock. Four hours early... no way, I thought. That and the essay of a post I was halfway into writing was taking half my attention. The moment it was done, I got up. I didn't want to run the risk of leaving Tia waiting, even if she had fibbed... Wait. When Tia lies, she's extremely obvious, because she knows it's wrong and doesn't like it. My gut, head, and heart all felt she was honest and only three hours into her trip, no matter how much they wanted her to be here. Trusting her to be honest, I turned around and went back into my room, sitting down at my computer's seat and looking out at the driveway. My parents were certainly chatting a lot, so I was at least curious who the stranger was. Tia: Honey? I instantly jerked as the chat window came up on my computer. Messages, while she's on the road? And with that greeting? I was instantly worried that she got in an accident or lost, and my fingers flew around the keyboard. Kikori: Tia? Are you okay? Are you lost? Tia: No, I'm fine... Just grabbing a bite to eat. There are railroad tracks near here... I wonder if it would be faster to ride down to you. I completely ignored checking the fact that the main railroad leading south from where she lived wasn't near the road, and looked out at the tracks behind the house. While looking out, I started typing without looking at the computer. Kikori: Not sure. I've wanted to try riding one, but I've never really heard about their speed. It was at that moment I heard the faint, almost ringing sound of a computer from the hall leading to the living room. That got me curious, but what made my head snap was the cute, gentle voice that asked me from my doorframe, "Do you think I should have come faster, honey?" My head snap. My eyes stared at the single most perfect woman I'd ever met. Her shoulders rose up to her head and she grinned, blushing at the knowledge that she had decieved me for my own benefit and actually being there to see me in person. It was a cute position until her arms opened, giving me the single most tempting sight I'd seen in my entire life. Oh, well. What was I thinking, viewing her offering as poetry? I moved faster than I ever had in my life, literally bowling my chair over as I wound up wrapping my arms around her literally a tenth of a second later. Any other time, I'd be gentle... That hug consisted of a squeeze firm enough to risk popping a balloon, lifting her up and spinning like a dancer, and falling with her in my arms onto a well-made bed. The entire time, the only thing I could hear was her beautiful, pure laughter ringing in my ears. My face buried in the silky hair she had, grown long by her own care specifically due to knowing I preferred long hair. I didn't care if I was a guy... happy tears are never wrong or sad to see. And they were a welcome feeling, knowing Tia had arrived safely, and early, just to be with me. "You're... you're really here!" The laughter finally subsided to a giggle as she rolled herself onto her back, hugging my light frame over and removing my glasses so she could pull my head into her fluffy chest. Even if we were an 'online' couple until this moment, she knew exactly how to comfort me at any time, and being able to use her soft girls to shed my joy into brought me the closest I'd ever been to a heart attack of happiness. Her hand rested on my head, stroking her nails softly over my scalp and between the locks as my joyous sobbing instantly subsided, taken over by pure relaxation and bliss. "You know I love you, sweetie. If I say I'm coming, I really am coming, because I love you enough to want to be with you... and so much more." She started blushing as she reflected on what "so much more" would mean in her head, as well as mine. My arms wrapped up around her belly, giving her a soft squeeze as my eyes finally met hers up close. Pictures definitely didn't do her justice... She had a very cute baby face, and extremely soft blue eyes. Her smile, like her mouth, was small, but reflected her sweet nature perfectly. Instinct drove me as I crawled up her body, wanting so badly to do too much at once... My Tia, my love who had saved herself for me, held back everything and every experience from so many men, was finally within my arms. My hand raised up and slid through her hair, very gently resting on her scalp as I whispered, "I love you", making sure my lips met hers right as the last sound was uttered. Try as I might, my eyes couldn't stay open. I couldn't see Tia's eyes open and start sparkling in happiness as our lips sealed, heads tilting a bit for the first embrace to be planted and locked together with waves of warmth and tingles down our bodies. I felt a hand raise up and cup around my cheek, stroking gently as the tiniest of moans was squeaked out. My mouth started opening, hers with mine... Our tongues were brushing together, stroking slow circles around each others'. My lips finally closed, sealing against our tongues until they parted, letting me pull back to smile down at the happiest face I'd ever seen Tia shine. "How was that for a first kiss?" She giggled again and started blushing... I don't know why, but almost anything would start turning her face red, which just made her all the cuter to me. "It was amazing, and definitely worth waiting for." I smiled and started looking at her from top to bottom, and back again. Her frame was indeed what she called a 'reverse triangle', though I doubted that was the actual name for it. Her shoulders were a bit broader than a normal girl's, and her chest was enormous (40G last time she checked her bra size). As you went down, her belly wasn't near as plump as above her stomach, and her waist was tiny by the same comparison; it made me wonder her exact measurements. Seeing the body in person, chest bobbing from each breath she took and eyes staring at mine as I looked around, was satisfying and fulfilling all on its own, even before anything past the first kiss was done. I felt numb with warmth as I lowered myself down and hugged her in such a way that her head tucked under mine, allowing me to shelter her in my arms like we'd longed for so many times. I kissed the top of her head before tucking my cheek against it, rubbing softly in a feline manner. To my delight, I heard a gentle purr coming from Tia, a well-rolled 'r' that pronounced her affection. I smiled more and returned the purring sound, letting my lungs drain before taking in a breath to speak. "Still want to stick to the plan, or is this nice enough?" The 'plan' was to spend a couple days at the house so Tia could well acquaint herself with my parents before spending a couple more at a nearby, extravagent hotel to be alone. We weren't going to be bad, really, just alone enough to not have distractions. I smiled at locking eyes with Tia as she looked up to mine. The rest of the world didn't exist right then... only her face. "Although being like this is amazing, I really like your parents, and want to do this right." The answer didn't disappoint me, really. Whether in the hotel or not, what we were allowed to do with each other was already planned out and the same; it just changed how much we were able to do. That didn't stop her stay from being extremely fun. To us, the online part of our love was supposed to entail acting exactly like we did in real life... The only thing that was different, really, was that my long hair kept getting in the way for a couple seconds when we tried to kiss. Nothing else was different, and the amount of affection was always extremely high... exactly like the two of us liked it. Two days of affection, baking, games, and fun later, Tia finally got to know my family and agreed to go into the privacy of a very nice hotel room. No distractions. The only sound we could hear while in the room was from the water fixture outside, spraying a geyser-like show for anyone who wanted to watch. It was pleasant to look out the window and watch the water blast up to the third floor's height... At least it was, until I was tackled from behind and curled up next to. "Haha!" I reached around and wrapped around Tia, kissing Tia's head softly in multiple spots before she looked up for me to embrace her lips again. Our hands found each others' to lace our fingers together as our tongues twined as well. I slowly coaxed her tongue into my mouth, smiling playfully as I sealed my lips around it to suckle on her tongue softly, drawing it bit by bit into my mouth while my tongue rubbed up against it until I let go with a grin. "I'm sure it felt odd, but good?" She smiled with an enormous blush, nodding. "Very... But I thought it was the girl that did that to the guy's tongue to tease him." It worked like a charm. I put my lips to hers, brushing them together as I whispered, "Let's find out." She squeaked in happy surprise as my lips sealed against hers again, slipping my tongue between her lips. She slowly closed her mouth around my tongue and drew on it, like a baby to a bottle. My eyes closed and I felt the feeling of warmth building against my tongue as it was tugged and pulled into her mouth with each suckle... If it were capable, I'm sure my tongue would have exploded in an orgasm multiple times. Tia kept sucking, unsure of when to stop and not keeping track of time. I smiled as I saw it turn to one minute, then two... And eventually I pulled back and kissed her sweetly before saying with a chuckle, "That was great. You must have enjoyed it to go so long." Her face lit up like a light as she hid it into my chest. I started stroking through her hair gently as she seamed to squeak "No, I... well, yes, it was fun, but... Oh!" She gave up trying to explain that she enjoyed pleasing me but just didn't know when to stop, which I knew was the case. My arms wrapped around her and I gave her a happy squeeze. "It's okay, I understand. I love you, sweetheart." Her face tilted up and smiled at mine, but I didn't give her a chance to respond... My lips were already sealed to hers again, and my hand was stroking softly over her cheek as her hand slid through my hair, only adding to the soft embrace. It wasn't until she started stroking my hair that I went limp in comfort and slid down, led by her hand into her breasts again to relax. "Tee hee... I love you, too, honey. And that wasn't very nice." Her tone was humored, which I knew meant she wasn't actually upset a bit. The thought made me smile as I meowed, luring giggles out of her until our arms wrapped around each other for us to cuddle as long as we could stand. How long we could stand wound up being until I heard her stomach growl, which made me realize I'd skipped breakfast. I opened my eyes and looked up at hers. "We need food." Tia's cheeks tinted, since she knew I worried about her and not eating enough a lot of the time. "Okay... I'm not that hungry, but I'll eat if you want me to... It'll be our first real meal together." "Hehe... Sounds good." I crawled off and poked around for a room service menu. We eventually agreed that we'd get a large, seafood meal with a salad on the side. At the last second, she asked me to add a glass of wine. I looked curiously at her as I set the phone down. "You know I can't drink." She smiled and looked away for a second, embarassed, until her eyes caught mine again. "I'll pay for it, hun... I just wanted to be able to have a bit of a drink with a few meals here." I smiled and nodded, trusting her as I gave her a happy squeeze. She burst into laughter and we fell back on the bed, content to just kiss and stay attached to each other until the knock finally came on the door. I'll never forget what happened afterward... The single best meal I'd ever bought. We went to the table in the corner, me taking the steak and potatoe while Tia munched her way slowly through the salad. I couldn't help but be curious if she always drank so much wine, though, since it was all she had to drink. She caught me watching her and smiled sheepishly. "I don't wanna steal your drink." ... She's never slurred her words before. "Are you drunk?" No matter how intoxicated she may have been, she was still conscious enough to blush again. "Oh, no... I've had too much, I shouldn't drink any more." She pushed the bottle away a bit, and accidentally hard enough that it fell off the table. I caught it out of pure instinct, tilted on its side to a good splash got out before I could right the bottle and set it back. "Sorry!" I smiled and shook my head... No matter what, she was always cute. As she sat shaking her head, trying to get rid of the intoxication, I couldn't help but watch her chest jiggle in the same manner. I decided to kill three birds with one stone as I stuck the cork back in the bottle, even knowing it probably wasn't how to properly deal with it. My hand cupped over Tia's face once it stop shaking, and she looked up at me. I smiled and reached for her shoulders, tugging back a tiny bit to motion her up and back with me. "Come on, hun. They'll take care of the cleaning, and we shouldn't waste time together." I crawled backwards on the bed, tugging her with me until she curled upin my lap to lie still, not wanting to make another mistake from the wine's effects. I started taking my shirt off, knowing she was used to that... What made her look up, though, was me unbuttoning her blouse to explose her bra, revealing the prominent bulges of her nipples. Lowering myself to kiss her softly, sealing our lips together, I wrapped my arms around her and unclipped her bra, tugging it gently away. She broke the kiss with a gasp. "You want to see them now?" She didn't bother to hide them, just probably didn't expect me to go for her body like this. I pecked her lips gently and smiled, staring at her eyes. "Yes. I want to see all of you, and feel... Tipsy or not, you're still Tia, which makes me want to take you all the way." I nuzzled into her so she was on her back and smiled, staring down at her topless for the very first time. They truly were enormous, and very well rounded. The nipples were pushing out, begging for attention.... And soon I was lowering myself down to give it, kissing each one in turn before licking at them with another raving hunger. "A—ah! Honey... Wow, it's... so much better than I expected!" Her hand raised to my head, latching me to a breast as I kept lapping and kissing the nipple almost ravenously as she pressed my face into the softness further and further. Vow To My Princess I eventually had to press up into it to be able to speak. "Does this mean you want me to suck?" She nodded fiercely, and I smiled, knowing it would only drive her into pleasure. I took the nipple in my mouth, drawing softly on it until her gasps turned to moans. The drive made me start suckling harder, tugging the nipple further into my mouth as she squirmed beneath me... God, her nipples were sensitive. I instinctively raised one hand and started fondling the other, tracing a finger over the nipple firmly, bending it to and fro with soft rubs and firm grasps. She went limp on the bed except for one hand that groped around for the bulge hidden between my legs. She found it, which made me gasp against her nipple... The feeling of someone else's hand against my dick was still unexpectedly good. I shivered and let go of her nipple, swapping to the other one as one of my hands went to rub against the dampened breast. The other went down between Tia's legs, sliding under the pants to feel the wet spot already accumulating on her panties. It seems like the foreplay had already passed, unless what we were doing was already counted as it. My hand slid under the only cloth dividing me from my girlfriend's legs... I remember how she described it. Warm, wet, smoother than her skin, and a little squishy... The only difference between that description and the real thing was that warm needed to be hot, and wet needed to be soaked. My finger started stroking around, curling and uncurling within her, careful not to press too deep to take her virginity from fingering alone. That didn't stop it from working, though; my fingers were longer than hers, and I was stretching her insides a bit with every 'come hither' motion against her insides. She jerked up in pleasure, pushing her breast against my face as she buried her head against mine, groaning in pleasure. I found one of her spots, and was unrelenting against it as I started sucking fully against her nipple to double the pleasure. By pleasure and instinct, her hand went down my pants, wrapping around my dick with a gentle but firm hold. "Up and down?" I nodded against her breast and started pressing my mouth back and forth against it, pumping it during the suckles as my hand imitated the same on her other breast. She began stroking, having the soft skin and gentle caress needed to combine perfectly with a firm grip and smooth stroke. I started panting against her breast, already close to orgasm due to denying it for myself since her first arrival. The geysers outside all erupted at once, spraying upward as hard as possible with the most volume the show ever hit... And their timing was perfect, because I had let go of Tia's nipple to cry out in pleasure, spraying semen up into her hand as her own pleasure flushed onto my fingers. We kept stroking, drawing out all that intended to come out despite any mess until she was panting, looking up at me with extremely sparkly, partly cloudy eyes... purely intoxicated with pleasure. I knelt at her side, already risking sweating from pleasure as I stared down at her panting body. "Take me." I caught it, but I didn't quite catch it. "What?" She spread her legs and lowered her skirt and panties, revealing a very cleanly-shaven pussy, glistening with beads of sweat and pleasure. "Take me. I want you, in me... I want everything you have to offer. Please, honey..." My dick was still hard after the handjob, and I was so tempted to... God, to feel myself inside her was what I wanted most right then. I pulled down my pants and briefs, showing the dick that she'd never seen. Her eyes stared at it, longingly and curiously at once, until I was over her waist, already sticking it horizontal to insert it. Then the back of my head finally clicked. "Wait, damnit! You agreed, you promised, you wouldn't do that! Don't let lust ruin her plans, or yours" My eyes opened, and I simply knelt there, eventually losing grip of my dick so it tilted up closer to my belly. I looked down at Tia, wishing I were allowed to take the angel... Then, I smiled. That's not how it was with us. We'd agreed to wait for the honeymoon to finally be each others' first sex partners. What kind of self control would it show if I let myself lose sight of that right now? I crawled up her body and curled up at her side, tucking my head under hers as I gave her a soft hug. A quiet moan of disappointment met my ear, but she still smiled as she kissed the top of my head and held onto me. "Why not?" "We promised. Not 'til we're together forever, hun... Wouldn't be all that romantic if we broke our vows because of a little wine." I looked up with a smile. "We can wait the short time needed to reach together, and then there will be no regrets. That's why not. I love you..." She smiled with a quiet "aww", hugging me tight. "I agree... But I'm so glad you can make me feel this way, because now that I know what that feels like, I want it all over again." With a grin, I wrapped her nipple in my mouth again and stared up at her eyes, happy to give her what she wanted... as long as it's what we agreed to, together, as lovers. Vows This is a short (flash) story for your entertainment. Hope you enjoy it. Her name was Janice and I thought I was in love with her almost from the time I'd met her two years before. From our first date onward I felt she was the one I wanted to get old with. Looking back now I guess it was just lust that held our relationship together combined with her devil-may- care, sort of wild attitude she had that I found captivating. I'd been brought up in a fairly conservative home and she was like a bright light while I was the moth. We'd met in college and had moved in together in our senior year. I loved everything about her including her sense of humor. Her intellect and most importantly, her love of uninhibited sex. She was a very sexual person and she just exuded that feeling anytime a male looked at her. I think she reveled in the attention she got from guys and tended to promote it by wearing clothes that were a little short or snug fitting to amplify the many charms of her body. No matter, I thought, she is mine and no other guy's honey. After living together for a year I felt I knew her well enough to be sure of my feelings and I thought she loved me so I popped the question. She enthusiastically responded with a yes and a quick romp on our bed. I knew that I asked in a public place she might respond a little more aggressively than my conservative up-bringing could support. I was glad I asked her in our room. She was so happy I thought she'd fuck me to death. We decided to schedule the wedding for June, right after we graduated, so we could coordinate our job searches as a married couple and it wouldn't interfere with finals and other graduation activities. At her suggestion we decided to write our own wedding vows. I wasn't crazy about the idea because I thought the traditional vows that had joined my parents together were good enough for me but I acquiesced to keep her happy. We would be married in my parents church, which made my mother and father happy, because she didn't belong to any organized religion. I should note that while we were dating I'd met her parents and they were a different set of couple than the parents that had raised me. They were both a couple of aging hippies to me and seemed dedicated to a life style that was avant garde to the extreme including an open marriage I was to discover later. I wondered why Janice wasn't as far out as they were but after meeting her grandparents I could understand where some of her normal behavior came from. I guess they'd raised her while her parents did their thing. Anyway, we were a week away from the wedding and Janice and her mother were rushing around doing those things a bride and her mother are supposed to be doing and I was sitting down having a beer with her dad at his home. Actually, it was the first beer and conversation I'd ever had with her dad and he really wasn't drinking beer; his was white wine; Chardonnay to be exact. I'd gone over to Janice's parents house to pick her up. She lived with me in my apartment but her mother had picked her up to go shopping and then she said they would be coming back here. The ladies weren't back yet and her dad invited me in to wait for them. I thought it might be a good chance to get to know her dad so I went in. We were definitely from opposite poles and I struggled to find some subject of conversation that would elicit a meaningful interchange between us. He saved me by asking, So, the big day is a week away. Are you getting nervous?" "Yes sir, I think I am. It's a big thing in a man's life." "If it gives you any consolation, so was I, but you should know that all grooms are the same way. Standing up in front of your friends, relatives and futures and her family and vowing to love one another forever can be intimidating. Her mother and wrote our own vows just like you two are doing. It was very romantic and we've never regretted it." That sounds encouraging. How many years has it been?" "Janice's mother and I have been married twenty-four years. Its hard to believe but next year will be our silver anniversary." "That sounds wonderful. You must really get on well together." "We do and I owe it all to the understanding we had the day we were married." "What was that?" "To love one another, don't keep secrets from one another be tolerant of one another, always be there for one another, recognize her needs and being faithful to her." "That sounds simple." "We expressed it in our wedding vows and have stuck to it all these years." I thought for a moment about what he'd said. It was hard to reconcile their life style to such a conventional approach to marriage. "So that's your secret? I'll have to remember that." "It's sound advice from someone who's been there. But say, Janice will be celebrating her birthday right after you get back from your honeymoon. How about my wife and I planning a party for her? I don't think you'll have the time." "Hey, that sounds good. I appreciate your consideration." No problem, maybe her father can make it too." Her father? What the hell is going on? I thought he was her father. I must have looked confused because he smiled and asked: "Didn't Janice tell you? I'm not her biological father. His name is Stan Burris and he's a salesman for Norris Business Forms. He passes through periodically and stops to say hello. You'll like him and I'm sure he'd like to make your acquaintance since you're marrying his daughter." "Yeah, that'd be great." I responded nervously. "I'm looking forward to it." Just then Janice and her mother came in laden with bags of merchandise with the with the logo of the local department store emblazoned on each bag. "There," Janice exclaimed as she dumped her load on the sofa. "That will take care of gifts for the bridesmaids and a few other things." she said as she came over to sit on my lap; We kissed tenderly and then she asked: "What have you and daddy been doing while you were waiting?" "I was telling him what every groom should know." her father volunteered. "What did you learn?" she asked with a giggle. "Not something naughty I hope?" "I learned why your mother and father have had such a loving marriage." I answered. I wanted to ask her about her biological father but decided to wait until we were alone. "Well, I guess we need to adopt the same for our marriage. I've been talking to mom and since they wrote their own wedding vows we should use theirs for our wedding. Have you written anything yet?" "Well, I started, but I'm still working on them." I didn't mention that I was using an internet site to plagiarize them. "What do you think about using their vows for us? They worked for them." I was a little apprehensive but decided to go along with her for now until I could read what her father's vows were. The rules of marriage he expressed to me sounded good to me so the vows he made at his wedding should be okay but I wasn't ready to make a commitment yet.. "Sure, get me a copy and I'll look at them." She hopped off my lap and ran into the bedroom where her mother had disappeared. In a few minutes she was back with a piece of paper she thrust at me. "Here you are; go ahead and read them." I glanced at the page and asked: "Where's yours?" "I have them and you'll hear them at our wedding sweetheart." I grunted in annoyance but folded the paper and pocketed it to read later. "Are you ready to go?" I asked. "Yes, help me load this stuff in the car and we can go." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Later that evening at my apartment I took the paper out of my pocket and read it. I ________ take you to be my wife, friend and lover, to love and respect you in sickness and health and in times of joy and sorrow, to be faithful to you and cherish you and grow old with you in times of failure and triumph. I promise to nurture our love and show tolerance and patience and to recognize your needs and desires through our life together. I also promise to nurture and support the children of this marriage until they leave us in their maturity. I thought, well that isn't too bad, I can live with that but I wondered about her 'needs and desires. It seems to be close to the traditional vows so I decided to use it and told her so. She was ecstatic with my acquiescence and told me as she took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom: "You won't be sorry sweetheart." She darned near fucked me to death again that night and I certainly wasn't sorry. At the time I couldn't understand why she was so happy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The day of our wedding I was excited and apprehensive as the time approached for the ceremony. My best man and best friend, Jeff, helped me get ready and drove me to the church. I was close to being a basket-case and was glad he was there for support. He and I had been friends since grade school and we'd always been there for one another. I thought I could trust him with my life. The sweat was running down my back under the tux jacket and I could feel it start to go down the crack of my ass just as the wedding march started and I turned to look at my bride as she started down the aisle toward me. I think I had a smile on my face as I looked her in her beautiful white gown on her father's arm. I couldn't see her face behind the veil but I knew she'd be smiling too. When the pastor began the marriage service I think I was in a fog, hardly paying any attention to what he was saying. I just had to remember my cue that we'd established the evening before at the wedding rehearsal and I thought I'd be able to pull this off and get out of here with my bride. Then I realized that the pastor had given Janice here cue and she started to read her vows. I was still in a daze but somehow I was paying attention to her words as she read from a small card in her hand. I Janice, take you as my lawfully wedded husband, I will love you and cherish you all our wedded lives, I will be with you through all the trials and tribulations of our lives in sickness and health, in good times and bad and I will respect and honor you as my husband from this day forward. I will be committed to your well being and happiness and I will always be there for you. This I swear before almighty God. I was puzzling over her words when the pastor was asking if anyone knew of any reason we should not be wed. Then it hit me, she had never promised to be faithful to me. Most of her words were hokey drivel that were meant to sound good but didn't promise the most important thing of all; her fidelity to me and our marriage. I suddenly felt my hand go up. Whether I did it knowingly or did it by impulse I'll never know but it went up. The pastor looked at me with surprise and I couldn't see Janice's face through the veil but she must have seen my hand go up because I heard her gasp. There was also a lot of murmuring from the church behind us. "Do you have a question or some other reason to raise your hand son." the pastor asked. "Yes sir, I need to talk with Janice in private before we continue the ceremony if that's alright." "Certainly, come with me." he told us as I took Janice's hand and followed him. The murmurings behind us were swelling into a mild roar as we exited through a side door to the pastors study. Opening the door he motioned us inside and asked: "Do you want me to assist you?" "No thanks padre, I just need to talk to Janice alone for a few minutes." "Take your time. I'll get your family and friends calmed down and we will wait till you're ready before we resume the ceremony." With that he closed the door and left us alone. I turned to Janice and reached out and lifted her veil back. "What's the matter Jim? Why did you stop the wedding?" Janice, I have a problem and I need some help from you to resolve it. I may never have expressed it to you before because I thought you thought about marriage the same as I did, but there must be something wrong with my thinking. When you spoke your vows you didn't promise to me faithful to me and that is something that our marriage requires before I can say 'I do. Is there some reason you didn't have that promise in your vows?" "All I want is a marriage like my mom and dad had. The vows we spoke are the same vows as they had so I thought they would work for us too." What is it about their marriage that you want? I promised to be faithful to you when I said my vows but why can't you do the same? Was your mother always faithful to your dad?" She looked at me sadly as she responded. "She had male friends but daddy was happy with her occasional affairs. There's nothing wrong with it as long as you are happy. I promise to always come home to you and give you all the loving you need. " "Tell me Janice, you father said he was not your biological father. Were you the result of one of her affairs?" She broke out crying then and I suddenly knew it was over. I could never be her happy cuckolded husband. "Janice, have you been faithful to me since we became engaged?" She looked at me with tears running down her face, ruining her mascara and makeup. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that you would mind." I was suddenly getting mad. What had started out as a quiet conversation and trying to establish a reason to continue the ceremony was turning into an episode from hell. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and what I was hearing was totally destroying me. The woman who was to be my bride and partner for life was a cuckolding slut. "Who was it or who were they." "It was just Jeff. He's your best friend and I thought it would be okay to do it with him." "Janice, I don't know who you are besides being a total slut. Your father must be some kind of pervert that gets his jollies from his wife's affairs. I'm gone Janice. Find yourself another guy who's into perversion and cuckoldry. That's not for me." With that I turned and headed for the door. When I came into the pastors study I noted that there was a door directly to the outside next to it. Going straight out the door I proceeded to the front of the church as I removed my tie. Jeff had driven me in his car and I didn't have my own car there so I started walking. I passed the limo waiting for us ans saw the driver give me a funny look and a smile as I walked past. It was a two mile walk to my apartment but suddenly I felt free and my mood lightened. I was about a quarter mile from my apartment when a car roared up beside me and Jeff started to get out. As he put his foot on the ground I gave the open car dorr a kick and it smashed into his leg. He squealed in agony and before he could retrieve his leg I kicked the door again and then bent down and smashed him in the face with my fist. "You so-of-a-bitch!!" I screamed at him. "Never speak to me again, never come near me or the next time we meet I'll put you in a hospital for a long time." I continued on to my apartment and before changing my clothes I started bagging up Janice's clothes and belongings and putting them outside in the hall. My cell was ringing and I just turned it off. After changing into jeans and a T-shirt I grabbed a beer and sat back and waited for the shit I knew was heading my way. EPILOGUE her parents tried to sue me for sticking them with the cost of the wedding and the reception but mu lawyer argued that their daughter had misrepresented herself to me and I was perfectly within my rights to back out of the wedding. The judge agreed. I never saw Jeff again. After he recovered from his "accident" he left town. I see Janice around occasionally but we don't speak or acknowledge one another. I heard she'd married and I wondered about the type of guy that would like to be a cuckolded wimp. I'm married to a wonderful girl and we have to nice kids of our own of course. Before we married we had a long talk about fidelity and what we should expect fro each other in our married life. So far we're as much in love as the day we married and I trust her totally. Life can be good.