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Apology

By: fuzzy_drmr



He knew as soon as he pulled into the driveway that he was in trouble. He had promised he would be home on time tonight, home in time to help with the planning. But the paperwork had pilled up, the boss needed it done yesterday, and the traffic was a bitch. There were always a million excuses she would say, but never any good reasons.

The house was dark and cold when he entered, no sounds and definitely no welcoming committee. He sighed as he hung his coat on the hook. Might as well just go to bed, he thought, no point sitting up by himself. Slowly he crossed the dark hallway to his bedroom, knowing full well that she would already be asleep. A shaft of moonlight cut the through the darkness of the room. The moonlight danced across the form of her body laying on the bed, the pale color of her naked torso glistening in its glow. 

As he undressed the idea came to him. What the hell he thought, she is mad at me anyway, may as well go for broke. He slowly eased her arms up over her head, tying them to the headboard with it tie. He took one of her silk scars and used it to blindfold her, being careful not to catch her long red hair in the knot. He stepped back from the bed, slowly pulling back the covers. She lay there sleeping, totally unaware of his actions. 

Crawling up from the foot of the bed, he starts to kiss her body. On leg at a time he works his way up. After what feels like an eternity, he reaches his goal. He lies between her legs, making sure that she is still sleeping. Her deep rhythmic breathing is unchanged. Unable to resist any longer he slowly starts to kiss her pussy. The smell and taste are almost more than he can handle, the desire for her begins to overwhelm him. It takes all the will power he has to continue his slow course. His tongue slides up and down now, lightly caressing her outer folds. 

Her breathing is coming faster now, her mind coming out of its slumber. He pulls her legs wider apart, allowing him full access now. His tongue pushes inside of her, causing a slight moan to escape her mouth. He probes deeper and deeper inside of her, tasting her. He knows that she will be awake any moment, which means that at any moment her anger at him not being home on time could awaken. He pulls her tight to his mouth, pushing his tongue as deep as he can. He feels her body tense as she realises that something is not right.

“What is going on!” she demands, as she struggles with her bonds. “Relax, and enjoy” he pleads with her. To emphasise the request, he flicks her clit with his tongue. Again another groan escapes her, and the struggling ends. Her wetness shines in the moonlight, telling him to continue. He softly bites the inside of her thighs, causing her to squirm against his face. This time when her body presses against him he closes his lips over her clit, softly sucking it. He uses his tongue to trace lazy circles all over it. Her body starts rocking against him with a faster tempo.

He begins to tease the outside of her pussy with his fingers. Softly pressing one against her opening, only to withdraw it as she arches forward. Her breathing is coming in short gasps now, her body bucking wildly. He pushes his finger inside her now, matching her thrusts. “Oh God!” she cries into the night. His one finger now becomes two as he pushes deep inside her. Her clit is still in his lips, his tongue lapping and circling it. He knows that she will be unable to hold on much longer.

With his free hand he reaches up and grabs her breast. Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger he lightly pinches it. He feels her body start to tense, her pussy thrusting against his fingers. He hears her start to yell, feels the wetness flow as she starts to cum against his face. “Oh yes! Oh God! I’m cumming!” she yells. Her body thrashes madly on the sheets as she cums. He keeps flicking her clit faster and faster as she cums. 

As her body slowly untenses, he knows she is ready. He climbs up, his face still wet from her juices. He guides his hard cock to her pussy. “I want you, now” she says as he pushes into her. His cock slides easily into her wet pussy. He reaches under her and grabs her ass as he thrusts faster and faster. She feels so wet and warm wrapped around him. He knows that he can’t hold back, he can feel his orgasm building rapidly from deep inside. Her legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper and deeper. He can hold back now longer, he explodes deep inside of her as his orgasm overtakes him in a wave of pleasure.

As collapses exhausted on the bed beside her, he remembers that she is still bound and blindfolded. He notices a satisfied smile on her face as he sits up to untie her. “Apology for being late accepted,” she says with a laugh.

Apology



Cold.

The water was freezing cold. Maia gasped as she reached the surface of the water. She shook her hair out and glared at her friends, chortling at the side of the pool.

"You guys..." she grumbled, "What's your fucking problem? Why'd you throw me in??"

The three boys burst out laughing again. "We... We're sorry," said Will between giggles, "We couldn't help it..."

"You just looked so irresistible in that bikiki!" Leroy grinned. Maia couldn't help but smile. His grin was so infectious, you had to follow up with one of your own. Plus, he was just hot. He knew it, too. He had very dark skin, so black that he was nearly blue, and intense eyes.

"Shouldn't you tell me that in a sweeter way? Like, maybe saying 'You look hot in that bikini, Maia!"

"Naw, throwing you in the pool just says so much more," Sean said, "Like how much we love ya, you crazy kid!"

Maia pulled herself out of the pool, tossing her long red hair out of her face, and stood next to him. "Kid, my ass. I'm older than you!"

"Yeah, but you're shorter!"

"I can still beat your ass!"

"That would be amusing to watch," said Will, "But we'd be willing to work for your forgiveness." He winked at her from behind his wire-rimmed glasses.

"And what do you mean by that?" Maia smiled mischeviously.

The three boys looked at each other, as if daring the other to go first. Finally, Sean stepped up to her and put an arm around her still slick shoulders. His sandy blond hair fell into his face.

"Why don't we all go inside... And see what we can come up with," he said.

Maia stared at him and the others, amazed. Her three guys. All eager to please, to nearly beg for forgiveness. She looked over at Will and Leroy. They were practically salivating in anticipation. She only had to say the word, and they'd be racing to please her.

She paused for effect. "Ok, boys. C'mon." She put one arm behind Sean, and grabbed the front of Leroy's belt. With her free hand, she grabbed the front of Will's belt, and pulled them all into the changing room.

The estate belonged to Maia's uncle, who was incredibly rich, and had left for the summer on business. "Take care of the place," he had told her. "Don't have any big crazy parties or nothin.'"

She thought of that now, for a moment, and then shrugged it off. This is just a small, intimate party, She thought joyfully, No big deal!

The changing room was huge, big enough to accomodate about 100 people, complete with showers and a large sauna. Maia let go of the boys, strided over to the door of the sauna, faced them, and in a flash, had stripped off her swimsuit.

"Care to join me?" she smiled, and entered the sauna. Will, Leroy, & Sean looked at each other one more time, and then nearly flew into the sauna. 

The sauna had 4 levels of benches. The wood was finished and smooth -- No danger of splinters here. Towels hung on hooks by the door.

Maia was perched on the lowest level bench in the room, her legs spread as she leaned back against the warm wooden wall. The boys stared at her, in awe of her body. She had pale, almost luminous skin, more curves than they could imagine, and round, pert breasts. Her pink nipples were slightly wrinkled and getting harder by the moment. 

Leroy stepped forward first, and pulled off his swimming trunks. His cock was already hard, and it was huge -- at least 9 inches long, and 2 inches wide, easily. Maia's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Oh God," she breathed, "There's no way that can fit in my pussy." 

"Are you sure?" Leroy muttered, his hand around his dick, walking forward as if he was leading himself by it. "Because it really wants to be pumping into you..."

"Well, let's see..." She leaned forward, took a hold of it, and slid it slowly into her mouth. She worked her jaw to open wider, licking the underside. Leroy let out a moan so loud that Sean nearly tripped as he approached them.

"Hey..." he started hoarsely, "How about making room for me?" 

Maia started to say something, but Leroy stopped her and pushed his cock into her mouth again. "Her mouth is occupied, man. Hands off."

"Ok, so you got first dibs, that's cool... But lemme get in, c'mon! I want some of that gorgeous pussy!" Maia somehow smiled around Leroy's dick.

Leroy relented and pulled out, and sat on the bench one level up. Maia looked at Sean, sucking her fingers seductively as she thought of how to position them. "Ok," she said, "Leroy, you can stay there... Sean, just sit below him. That's right." She straddled Sean and aimed his smaller, but still admirable dick at her cunt. She rubbed it against her clit, sighing. Once her cunt was nearly dripping in her juices, she pushed herself down, shoving Sean's dick inside her. He groaned and closed his eyes.

Right as Leroy opened his mouth to say something, Maia leaned forward and started sucking his cock again. She slid her tongue up and around his shaft, tasting his sweat, enjoying his moans, as well as Sean's, as she rocked her hips up, down, and around his dick.

At this point, Will was still standing a few feet away. His glasses had become all fogged up in the sauna, but he could still see well enough to tell what was going on. He was jerking himself off, gasping slightly, in rhythm with the others. He reached up with his right hand and pulled his glasses off.

Leroy sat up slightly, and between moans, said, "Will... Man! Come get... some of this. ...Damn, get her... get her up the ass."

Will knelt behind Maia, slightly nervous about what she would do. He caressed her back and ass cheeks, his cock poking her slightly between her thighs. Maia moaned in reaction and pushed her butt back a little, shaking it a little in his hands. She wanted it bad.

Maia was in absolute ecstacy. She was finally getting to fuck all of her guys, all of whom she'd had the hots for at many times during their friendships. Working Leroy's cock in and out of her mouth, Sean's in and out of her pussy, and now Will was about to fuck her in the ass. Perfect. Every hole was going to be filled. Her moans grew louder and more urgent. 

Will knew he had to take her right now. He licked her asshole up and down, stuck his tongue in, but she was already wet, from her pussy juices sliding back into her ass. Will reached up and slid his rod inside her ass. Maia cried out, and began to thrash around urgently, sandwiched between the three of them. 

All three guys were grabbing her, pushing their dicks farther into her orifices. Will grasped her hips so hard, her flesh reddened, and pumped his cock harder up her asshole. He groaned as he felt the walls of her ass contract against him tightly. He could feel his climax nearing.

Maia felt jolts running through her body. She was orgasming like never before, over and over, like heavenly wonderful electric shocks, inside her pussy, the feeling rushing all over her body. She gasped, her mouth still around Leroy's cock but now unmoving. 

It barely registered in his mind, though, he just continued to pump his piece into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue still moved around it, lapping like a kitten at the head.

Sean, beneath Maia, held her hips, his hands just above Will's. He grinded into her pussy desperately, kissing her neck and groaning animalistically. Maia was nearly limp now, sweaty and breathing hard, but as Sean pumped harder, she could feel yet another orgasm building inside of her. 

With Sean's hot breath on her neck, Will fondling her breasts from behind, not to mention all three cocks ramming into her at once, Maia found herself screaming in ecstacy. Sean moaned and jerked up into her, his cum filling her pussy. Will rammed his dick up her ass, his hot cum shooting out. Leroy shot his load in her mouth, holding her head tightly and all the way down at the base. Rather than choking, she swallowed his cum, loving the way it coated her throat, and gave it a few last loving sucks. 

Will grasped her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck, and then withdrew from her ass. He stood up. Leroy took a deep breath and then stood up and joined him, steadying himself against the wall. Maia leaned forward across Sean, too exhausted to get off him. He smiled at Will and Leroy over her shoulder. 

"Help her up, k? I don't know if she can do it herself." 

Will and Leroy lifted Maia off of Sean, and she took a few unsteady steps back... And then sat on the bench again, her eyes closed. The boys all looked at each other and grinned. They were covered in sweat. 

"So Maia..." Will said, "Do you forgive us now?"

"What??" Her eyes fluttered open. "Oh yeah... Apology is very, very much accepted. In fact... You three should get me mad more often." 

The four friends all looked at each other for a moment. After a brief silence, they all spoke in unison: "Agreed!"

THE END



Apology



The night had been so delicious that Cecelia had actually dreamt about the sex that she had just had before falling asleep. 

It was this really hot petite blonde babe. She was so desperate that Cecelia didn't even have to throw down any of her moves. She just came right over and bought her a drink. They talked about meaningless things for a little while, and even though she was sure she told Cecelia her name, she couldn't remember for the life of her what it was. Not that it mattered.

Her nameless lover had wasted no time in getting her home and to the bedroom. Not that she minded, of course...after all, that was her only interest in this woman to begin with. She had only hoped that her fling had felt the same way. She cringed when thinking about how her last lover had turned into a creepy stalker. She had heard about people like that, who wanted more than a quick fuck and didn't understand the meaning of the words "fuck off".

Even as she slowly woke up, the details were quickly fading into obscurity. She definitely remembered the woman trying to fuck her with a strap-on. There was no way that Cecelia would let anyone else dominate her though, so she quickly grabbed the dildo and pushed her lover onto the bed, face first. In fact, she made sure to smother her face in the pillow just a little bit so that she would remember not to make that mistake again.

Cecelia remembered clutching the glass cock firmly in her hand, then thrusting it into her lover's pussy. She remembered the satisfaction she obtained from hearing her victim scream out in both pain and pleasure. There was certainly no need for lubrication, as her pussy was leaking plenty of its own juices. If the woman had a problem with the way she was being treated, it didn't stop her from thrusting her ass up into the air to better receive Cecelia's punishment as she pounded the dildo into her repeatedly. She didn't bother to check to see if she was crying even though she heard sobs in between moans. She may have needed time to get used to the anguish, but by the time the orgasm hit her, she was screaming for Cecelia not to stop. 

Another satisfied customer.

Cecelia could remember little else of the night before, so it only half surprised her when she found her right arm and leg chained to the bed. This certainly woke her up though, for she silently cursed herself for relinquishing control so easily. She could feel her nameless lover's body next to her, and immediately told her to wake up, cos she needed the key.

When her lover didn't respond, she turned to push her to get her to wake up, only something caused her to stop dead. There appeared to be a heavy flow of bloody tears trailing down from her lover's eye sockets. Cecelia lifted her head higher and screamed at what she saw next. The woman's eyes were missing. She was dead. 

In an involuntary flash, Cecelia remembered licking the tears from the woman's closed eyelids after grinding the glass cock into her pussy, enjoying how they tasted. In fact, she didn't think of what she had done as tasting them so much as collecting them. She worked hard to get those drops of salty water to emerge; they belonged to her.

Instinctually, Cecelia yelled for help while pulling at the chains on her arm. She tried to squeeze her hand through the opening so hard that it felt as though her wrist bone was going to be disconnected. The pain was too great; there was no way her hand was sliding out of the cuff.

She screamed and swore at everything and nothing. She hit the corpse next to her in frustration, but recoiled when she felt how cold it was. This caused her to calm down, and she began looking around the room for something to help her get free. It was then that she noticed the letter on a table next to the bed on her lover's side. There were also two boxes, one on either side of the letter. She strained to lift her head high enough to be able to see the items better. There were words on the lids of both boxes. The left box had "green eyes" written on it, while the right displayed the words "blue eyes".

Cecelia began to get nauseous at the idea that the woman's eyes might be in one of those boxes. Still, she forced herself to gather enough courage to reach over and grab the letter.

"Hello Cecelia,

Happy Halloween! I bet your wondering whether you will be getting a trick or treat this year. Well, lucky you, you will be receiving both! See, the trick is that you get to apologize to me for sleeping with someone else...and if I believe you, you get to live (that's your treat)!

You see, I was going to just kill you and her, but then it occurred to me that worthless, hollow shells like yourself should be condemned to kill themselves. If you disagree with that, then you're going to have to prove to me that you are capable of feeling some kind of human emotion. It is for this reason that I have set up the following rules:

In order to escape this house and get the chance to apologize to me, you need keys. To get these keys, you must answer questions about the lover who lies beside you right now. If you can answer me correctly, then you will have proved that you care about this person and therefore are capable of being rehabilitated to a normal human being.

If not, then you've already chosen your own destiny. But by the time this night is through, you WILL apologize...with your words or with your flesh."

Cecelia read the letter over a couple of times to look for any clues that might help her get out of this. She didn't really know what she was looking for, but ending the letter would mean facing the reality of its words. She bowed her head and sobbed for a long time. Then, when she had no more tears, she raised her head with resolve and looked over at the two boxes.

Obviously she was supposed to remember what color her lover's eyes had been. She peered into the sockets as if the answer would give itself away, but immediately turned away in disgust. She lowered her head again and closed her eyes to think.

Cecelia gently pressed her fingers to her own eyes in an attempt to trigger a memory. She cursed herself for not even being able to remember something that she had seen less than eight hours ago.

Something flashed in her mind. She was wearing the strap-on herself, and was fucking the woman missionary style. The only light came from the bathroom, which gave the room an orange glow. She was pumping the dildo into her lover deep and hard, which caused her lover to clutch her pillow with both hands. She was arching her back and gasping for breath...beads of sweat were dripping from her breasts onto her ribs. The smell of sex permeated the room, arousing an animalistic fervor in her like she hadn't felt in a long time. Cecelia remember how proud she felt that she could make the woman cry while begging her to continue with the same harsh thrusts she had been giving her. But the woman kept her eyes closed. What was she thinking of? Who was she thinking of? Was she thinking of another woman, someone younger, perhaps? Cecelia didn't like that at all, and she pounded the dildo into her even deeper, to make her open her eyes and know that it was her, and not someone else, who was giving her the fucking of her life.

Then she remembered that her eyes were green. At least, they looked green. But how could she be sure when the room was so dark? She couldn't, but she couldn't just sit around here all night, waiting for someone to find them. Who knows how long it would be before someone that knew this woman got worried enough to come in the apartment? For all she knew, no one would ever come!

She leaned over the body, unable to avoid touching the cool, naked skin, and lifted the lid of the box marked 'green eyes'. There immediately came a hissing noise from the inside of the box, and Cecelia withdrew her arm just in time to avoid the snapping jaws of a leaping snake. For an instant, the venomous teeth flashed as they narrowly missed her fingers.

Cecelia screamed and leapt back so that she almost fell off the side of the bed. The snake's head rested on the edge of the box as it observed its surroundings with its darting tongue. She watched in horror as it slowly crept its way onto the bed. The other box sat there unopened, daring her to reach past the snake and open it. She waited to see the direction that it was going to go in before committing to a movement of her own. Her eyes followed its head as it slithered on the covers, sliding up the body's arm and disappearing behind its blonde hair.

Cecelia realized that this was as good of a chance as she was going to get and slowly moved her body closer to the box, stretching out her arm and trying to keep it steady. Her arm wasn't long enough to reach the box without scooting over a little more, so she did so and cringed when the mattress responded by bouncing up and down. Finally, her fingers reached the box. They carefully lifted up the lid, ready to withdraw at the slightest evidence of something besides a key being inside. Her index finger dropped down to investigate the contents, where it felt the cold metal of a key. 

As the rest of the fingers came down to wrap themselves around the key, she felt something very unpleasant beside the key. It was also cold, but wet and squishy. When she realized that its shape was round, she had to clench her teeth to avoid screaming. Her fingers quickly grabbed the key and tried not to feel around for a second spherical item. 

As Cecelia withdrew her hand, she watched the body of the snake move itself further up to the back of the woman's head. She knew that this meant that the snake's head was emerging from the other side of the woman, on Cecelia's side. If she moved back, she chanced getting bitten. She clenched her jaw again, grabbed the body of the snake and flung it across the room as hard as she could.

She realized, too late, that doing this caused her to drop the key. It slid down the back of the mattress and hit the floor with a small, tinny clang. Cecelia banged her head against the headboard purposefully in frustration and cursed herself. She could hear the snake hissing across the room, angry and vengeful. She started to cry again, and couldn't help but wonder if her tears were a karmic debt for making last night's lover cry so much. She wondered if the number of tears she would cry tonight would match the number that she made that woman cry.

But Cecelia shook her head to make herself focus. She still needed to get the key, and she could hear the snake crawling around on the floor towards the bed. She peered between the headboard and the mattress, and could see the silver prize waiting for her. Her arm fit snuggly through the opening, and her hand pressed against the floor, trying to once again find that damn key. She could hear the snake crawling directly under her and moved her hand around more frantically to feel for the cold metal. 

At last she had it in her fingers, and quickly brought her arm back up through the opening. First she unlocked her arm, then reached down to free her leg. But what now? She knew that it would be unwise to simply swing her feet over the edge of the bed. The door was on the wall facing the foot of the bed, so that was where she perched herself. After gaining her balance, she leapt as far as she could towards the door and fell to the floor on all four limbs. She sobbed at the pain, but recoiled at the sight of the snake sitting comfortably under the bed, tasting her fear with its forked tongue.

Cecelia got back on her feet to open the door, but found that it was locked. Fortunately, the keyhole was on her side of the door. Unfortunately, the key she held in her hand didn't work. She looked again at the door and shook with both rage and horror at what she saw.

There were three keys, each dangling from their own string. The strings began at another piece of paper, which read:

"Congratulations! If you've gotten this far then perhaps I underestimated your powers of observation. Or you just got lucky. Either way, you'll need to have gotten to know your lover a little more intimately in order to pass this next test. 

As you can see, there are three names and three keys. Two of the keys have been laced with an acidic, flesh-eating virus. I think you can figure out the rest."

The names read 'Cindy', 'Angel' and 'Destiny'.

It was difficult for Cecelia to close her eyes to try and remember, knowing that there was a deadly snake only a few feet away from her, but she tried her best. She remembered the woman coming up to her and wrapping her arm around her shoulders. She leaned in for a kiss and whispered in her ear, "Ever made love to an angel before"? That was it, Angel!

She grabbed the key in haste, then paused in shock at what she had done so carelessly. What if her memory was wrong? It was still pretty fuzzy, after all. She held her breath and waited to feel something painful on the skin of her fingers. When a moment had past with no sign of being infected, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She slid the key into the lock and turned it with ease.

"Fuck you, you crazy bitch! You're not getting an apology out of me! When I get out of here, I'm going to kick your fucking-"

After the door slid open, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. At the same time, she saw the silhouette of a woman standing in front of her. She stood there silently for a moment, then looked down to see a large knife embedded in her chest. She could see the flash of triumph in the woman's eyes as she opened her mouth.

"Apology accepted." 



Apology



It was a mid summer night dream or so I thought. Actually it was closer to the Autumnal equinox and I was feeling pretty low. I had fallen in love with the right girl, only it was the wrong time. Apparently too much too little too late, and in trying to get her back I only succeeded in pushing her further away. So I did what any guy in my position would do... I went out to get drunk.

I went to a local dive bar to drown my heart in continuous twelve-ounce drafts. As the night went on I began to like I was being watched. The bar was crowded so I just chalked it up to inebriated paranoia, until I caught a glimpse of a familiar calf peeking out from a corner table. I followed the calf up to a thigh topped by a very short skirt. I watched closely as the owner of the gorgeous limbs crossed her legs slowly. I had to blink. Was she not wearing underwear? I looked around to see if any one else saw, or if it was just me. I tried to turn away, but a force greater than my own will compelled me. Lust.

It was "her" alright. She was wearing an all too familiar black skirt and red top. She wasn't looking my way but I knew she knew I was here. I tried to turn away, but I kept finding myself looking in her direction. She turned to face me and leaned over to scratch her ankle. I caught a glimpse of her breast. They weren't large. She wasn't even what you would consider ample, B-cup at best, but they were perfect. with Large nipples. Pierced. 

A sparkle reflected off of the surgical steel of one of the rings. I lost concentration. I shifted in my seat. A familiar stirring in my crotch was making it hard for me to sit still. I finally looked up to her eyes. She was looking right at me. My heart skipped. I smiled. She didn't. She just stared. My smile slowly left my face. Her stare was deep. Controlling. I felt as if I was enveloped by her power. She lowered her gaze... I followed. I couldn't help myself. I found myself staring at her feet. Freshly manicured. 

She had me and she knew it. Each move she made was like the stroke of an artist paintbrush. I was lost in her. She slowly stood, no, she wasn't wearing underwear. My throat dried I began to tremble. She walked to the far end of the room and stopped at a dark empty booth, tucked onto the corner. She turned and looked over her shoulder. How did she know I was watching? Her expression never changed, but I knew she wanted me to come over. I cautiously walked over to her. She watched as I approached. I attempted to sit. 

"No." She said, "On the floor, at my feet. That is where you belong." 

I tried half heartedly to protest and sit on the bench. She immediately went cold and turned her back to me. 

"If I want to talk, you have to sit where you belonged."

Reluctantly I sat on the floor, she commanded I move closer. 

'Under the table." 

I moved to where she stated. The waitress came over. All I could see were her legs from the knees down. I couldn't make out the conversation. I assumed it was a drink order, until I heard the laughter .

The waitress walked away and I sat on the cold tile floor wondering what was happening, what was she up too, why was I obeying? I smelled tobacco; she lit a cigarette and shifted in her seat. Once more, the sight of her bare crotch teased me. She had shaved smooth. Something I had asked her to do many times. Was this for me or in spite of me? I didn't know or care. She had the most beautiful pussy, and hairless it just made me want to lick.

She deliberately removed a shoe and placed her bare foot on my shoulder. She leaned down just enough for me to hear her. 

"You're not worthy of the seat next to me." She told me. "You should be grateful that I am even talking to you, no less allowing you to be at my feet." 

Then without warning she stuck her foot in my face. I knew what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her. 

"Thank the Goddess above that you are allowed to worship her foot." 

Before I could speak, she placed her foot in my mouth. I was a little humiliated at first. Could I be seen? I was overtaken by her power once more. The rest of the bar seemed to disappear as I made oral love to each digit. Moving my tongue in, out and around each toe. Her scent and soft moan told me I was doing okay. I suckled first one toe then another and another. I dragged my tongue down her sole and nibbled her heal and moved up to take her foot again in my mouth. She slightly spread her legs and began to stroke her self. Then with her other foot she kicked me away.

I barely had time to think when she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her thighs clamping them on each side of my head, just inches away from her pussy. I could hardly hear anything but there I was face to face with her precious glory. She slid her finger along the length of her pussy. Her lips parted at her touch. She slipped her finger in just enough to get her moisture on the tip. She then wiped it under my nose and across my lips, pushing it into my mouth. I sucked it clean as she drew it from my lips. She yanked me by the hair, drawing me closer in between her legs. 

"Please me you dog" She said. 

I didn't need to be asked twice. 

I slid my tongue between the folds of her outer lips. Her scent filled my head like opium. My tongue moved probing for her swollen clitoris. Once I found the protruding treasure I sucked it between my teeth. I was determined to please her. She squirmed slightly in her seat. I pushed my tongue deep inside her. She bucked. My own excitement was building in my pants. I couldn't remember ever feeling like that. She had me at her whim. Her pleasure became my world. My face was drenched in her nectar. 

I buried my tongue deep inside. Sucking harder on her clitoris. She squeezed my head between her thighs. I moved my tongue in, out and around, flicking, licking and sucking her glory. I had to make her cum. She wouldn't have it any other way. I felt like she was resisting, prolonging her own pleasure, punishing me by making me work harder. The sweet agony was almost more than I could bear. 

My hard cock was pushing against my pants. She shuddered; my jaw was getting tired, so I stated sucking on her swollen clit. It seemed to be twice as big now. My face was completely drenched. She moved her foot between my legs and started to rub my crotch. This brought a whole new life to my efforts. The harder and faster she rubbed, the deeper I pushed my tongue, the harder I sucked her clit. I couldn't take any more and moaned inside her wet pussy and came in my pants, on the floor under the table with my face bury deep between her legs. She pulled me in deep, clamped tight on my head with her thighs and cameShe held me there for what seemed an eternity, filling my mouth, before letting me go. 

She pushed me on my ass and told me to go. 

I stood up slowly wondering if anyone had seen the heaven I just endured... I knew it was written all over my face. The dark spot on my jeans was the exclamation point. 

The waitress returned with a shot and told me what a good boy I was. She smiled at me with approval as she patted my wet crotch. I took the shot. Then she pushed me towards the door telling me I had to leave. I was so dazed I just did as I was told, no questions asked. At the door she handed me a note with an address and told me that is where I'd better go.

I got in my car and drove to the address on the paper... not knowing what to expect when I got there.



Apology



She didn't like it. We were going to be in different towns that night. Actually, we lived in different towns – two established professionals with our own gigs and beats – but the towns weren't very far apart and over the two years we'd managed to spend one or two nights together per week, in one town or the other. Sometimes, of course, we spent longer periods together, in one town or other or on vacation elsewhere. Anyway, it was working. We were rubbing along fine and enjoying the journey, so to speak. But tonight was one of those when we had planned to be together, in my town, but couldn't. So we'd joked about doing phone sex. Something we'd done a few times but not in recent months. And I called her and put the phone on speaker, starting up a couple minute vid of internet porn.

She didn't like it. It had unsettled her. So after a few minutes of awkward conversation, something we never experienced, or at least rarely experienced, she'd said "you've thrown me off." So I'd said, "Okay, then why don't we try again later. You phone me when you're ready. I'll be here."

"Hi."

"Hi." I slipped the Bluetooth earpiece and activated it, suddenly channeling the sound from the speaker into my right ear.

"I'm fresh out of the shower," she said, her voice quiet.

I perked up. Well, sat up against the headboard of my king-sized bed. "Still wet?"

"Uh-hmm."

"Dressed?"

"Sort of."

This was more her. The basically discreet but not really prudish her. As I said, we were both professionals, and neither of us was a kid. This was the her that had accepted in good spirit the blindfold and cuffs tucked under the pillow on Valentines Day, and we'd had a serious conversation – a conversation to the effect that this wasn't critical and that if she felt like exploring all she had to do was produce the cuffs and blindfold one day , but that if she never did that would be okay too. And it would, by the way. Truly. "So do you want to tell me what you are wearing?"

"Maybe." She hesitated, the teasing little coy girl sound coming into her voice. "But first I think you owe me an apology."

Ridiculous, of course, but women are women, so, "Well, I certainly didn't mean to..."

"No-no, not a spoken apology. You know I think actions speak louder than words."

"Fair enough. And what actions would you like me...?"

"What are you wearing?" she interrupted me, voice still quiet, emphasis on the word 'you'.

"One of my teeshirts." These are outsized teeshirts of assorted colours, etc. I don't often sleep completely nude but I loathe pajamas and absolutely can't have my balls covered at night.

"Why don't you take it off?"

"Sure." I started to peel it off, had to work it around the Bluetooth.

"Where are you by the way?" I told her, freeing the earpiece and tossing the teeshirt across the room. "Hmm, that new bluetooth is great. I could actually here the teeshirt hitting the carpet. Are you hard?"

"Getting there." And I was. Using my left leg to clear the duvet and expose my semi-erect cock, I said, "keep this up and it won't take long."

She chuckled, deep and rich in my ear. "I don't quite know what happened actually. I think for a moment I must've imagined it was real...anyway," she continued on, her voice deep and rich and sexy, "I'm going to get a glass of wine. Do you have any in?"

"Of course." Wine was something I always had.

She chuckled. I swung my legs out of the king-sized bed and started down the stairs to the main floor where the kitchen was. I could hear her moving around, carrying her cordless phone, opening cupboard doors...could visualize the scene exactly, actually. No doubt she could do the same, knowing exactly which doors I opened, both hands free because of the Bluetooth, probably guessing exactly which glass I would choose, and, no doubt, just as I could from her end, was listening as I opened the fridge and uncorked the bottle to pour the wine. (Thereby, of course, exposing my nude body to the chill air from the fridge. Chill air which seemed to wash over me completely, at least from chest to feet.)

"Don't close the fridge door, " she said simply. "In fact, push it wide open and stay right where you are. You can put the bottle back but that's all." She might have even heard the bottle return to the shelf because her timing was immaculate. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" It was cold. Not the first time I'd been naked in my own kitchen. But different this time, a bit. And then there was the bite of chill air. It was settling around my cock and balls and, contrary to mythology, causing me to harden.

And again she might have been watching. "Are you hard?"

"Getting there," I admitted.

Then she slipped easily into her interrogation technique. All women can do this, ever noticed? Those quick, way too candid questions. "Are you sure you naked...?"

..."Yes..."

..."Completely naked...?"

..."Yes..."

...."Not even socks or anything...?"

..."No, completely naked..."

...."Must be getting chilled by now...?"

..."A bit, yes

"Ahh, poor baby...getting harder or not...?"

..."Harder, yes..."

..."How hard...?"

..."Quite hard..."

..."So you like the chill then...?"

..How do you answer that one?

..."Never mind, I don't really believe you..."

..."Why would I lie...?"

..."Because you're a guy. Guys always lie and everyone knows guys and cold don't add up to erections..."

...."Well then I must be weird because..."

..."Prove it,"she interrupted.

Bloody women. "How?"

"I don't know. Figure it out."

I suggested Skype. She hated Skype, repeated the fact the voices were always out of synch etc and added, "Besides how would you do Skype in front of the open fridge?"

..."I don't know, clear a shelf and..."

..."No, think of something else."

I actually checked my pockets for my mobile. Only of course I didn't have pockets and my mobile was upstairs because I had the Bluetooth. "I could take a pic with my blackberry..."

..."How would I know it was tonight...?"

I had sent pix before, that was true..."I'd be in front of the fridge and it would be time and date stamped..."

..."Okay...."

..."But I couldn't send it while we talk..."

...."That's okay, we can talk while you set up and take the pic then you could send it and when I have it I'd phone you back..."

So that was arranged. Well, sort of. While I padded up the stairs to get the phone, she started down a whole new track. "You do realize I'm completely dressed, while you're naked. Well, I'm not completely dressed, I have bare feet. Stand still and listen for a moment...." 

I actually did

...."Can you hear my bare feet on the kitchen tile?"

..."Yes..."

She chuckled, "But otherwise I'm completely dressed while you're completely naked – go on, get the phone for the pic..." 

I finished climbing the stairs

..."I'm quite enjoying being dressed while you're naked...turned on a bit by it, how about you? Getting hard?"

I was now bobbing and jouncing, the way you do..."Yes..."

..."Thumb to baby..."...A standard unit of measurement, from thumb to baby finger with the hand spread: hers or mine, mine of course being the bigger spread.

I chuckled...and after quickly unplugging the phone, put down the wine to test..."Yes...

"Goood," she also chuckled, "maybe we're on to something here, maybe I'll keep you naked all weekend..."

Of course part of me knew she wasn't dressed. She was fresh from the shower—she'd said so -- probably wearing one of her silk nightgowns and her black, or maybe her white, dressinggown. But she was certainly more dressed than I was...and more importantly, part of me knew absolutely that she was fully dressed except for her bare padding feet. Isn't sex a wonderful thing with the right partner????!

I was going down the stairs, completely naked, and acutely aware of the fact, erection swaying, glass of wine in one hand and phone in the other. "I thought we were going skiing."

"Oh now there's an idea." She was positively purring. "Me fully dressed all weekend, you completely naked all weekend. And when we go skiing...how are you doing by the way...?" The only way to get a pic of your erection and the open fridge – at least the only way I could think of—was to lay down on the floor, using one knee to prop open the door and propping the other foot against the opposite doorframe about two shelves up – she hadn't really waited for a reply, just carried on, and the cold from the fridge lent texture to her words, "And when we go skiing I'd let you wear only the minimum, maybe ski pants and a jacket but that's all, nothing underneath, and when we got way out the back I'd make you strip..." the pic came up with my erection fully engorged against a background of skinless boneless chicken breasts, " completely naked, well, except your boots...would your pants fit over your boots do you think?...I think they would...are you jacking off? If so, stop it right now..."

I did.

Her tone had been that sharp despite the low volume.

My right hand still encircled my cock.

"Don't move. Don't change the pose. Just send the pic and wait til I get back to you..."

That was a very long 3 minutes. Well, 3 minutes and 27 seconds according to the old style circular clock on the wall behind where I lay with my knee propping open the fridge door and the other foot up on the opposite doorframe so my legs were apart, erection and balls fully exposed to the now searing cold. "Hello?"

"Hello Ms Sexy to you and apology not accepted."

I felt completely deflated and humiliated. Don't ask me why. I just did. "Sorry..."

"No, action not words. Here I am, upset by your behavior earlier and instead getting the apology I expected you insult me. How dare you touch yourself while you're taking a pic for tribute?" My hand literally jumped away from my erection of it's own accord. "I can touch myself, as I am now through my clothes but you're naked for a reason and I now expect not only an apology but penance. Take a vid. At least 6 or 8 seconds. And you better be hard, thinking about me. Take the vid and email it to me then wait, as you are...now get on with it."

6 minutes later my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hello Ms Sexy."

"Hello Ms Sexy," I repeated hopefully.

"Stay exactly as you are. .." I settled back from the elbow I had risen to on to my back, again, still fully exposed to the cold seemingly enveloping cloud of air from the fridge . Those chicken breasts looked positively warm by comparison to me and the milk container seemed to be perspiring "...I'm still not satisfied with the apology let alone prepared to move on to give thought to the penance. Instead through my clothes I'm going to touch myself, in fact I'm going to bring myself off...while you lie there naked and cold and frustrated and hard...you are hard...?"

"Yes, Ms Sexy..."

..."You better not be lying to me..."

..."I'm not, Ms Sexy. I'm hard, very hard..."

..."Describe your erection to me..." She was breathing heavily now. I recognized the pattern, the sounds and spaces between the sounds—soon, if it was my fingers touching her, she would be squeezing, tightening her firm oh so muscular thighs until she would very nearly break my fingers like twigs..."it's hard, quivering, purple and there's pre-cum in the tip..."

..."Hmmm! Don't touch that pre-cum," she was gasping now, very close, "any cum from your cock is mine – oh god oh Christ," and then she went silent, only her breathing was audible and I could clearly visualize, even feel, her taut arch as she went into full spasm, and would hang there, seemingly levitated, every sinew stretched to breaking point.

While I could only lie there, imagining her in the throes, making me feel even more cold, even more naked, even more frustrated and humiliated and – I had to sit up abruptly, prop myself on an elbow, and breathe, slowly, carefully, think about non –sexual things, like the milk, and then the clock on the wall, and finally, carefully, judiciously, consciously pulling back from the brink of orgasm myself until I could lie back in the pose from the pic and vid...gaining final control over myself, and my breathing...

Listening to her starting to regain her own senses at the other end of the phone

"Are you still naked?" Her breathing was growing more normal, her soft voice still husky from the orgasm.

"Yes, Ms Sexy." Not that I had to be, really, of course.

"Did you cum?"

"No, Ms Sexy." And of course I could've actually cum. I didn't have to be naked, and still hard, and frustrated and humiliated – let alone lying on my kitchen floor with the fridge door open and my legs spread and raised so the cold had free range over every part of me, including, seemingly especially including, my quivering erection and heavy full balls.

She was, after all, in another town. At the end of a phone line.

But that's hindsight.

"Do I have to demand another pic for proof?"

"No, Ms Sexy." But I hastened to add, anxiously, "but of course if you want one I can arrange it. I could take another vid. "

I could always just slip off whatever I was wearing, had I not been silly enough to actually be naked, in order to take the pic or vid. Mind you, I would have to have been very careful and quiet because the audio through the Bluetooth was exceptional and she was picking up every sound. But again, all of that was hindsight. 

At the time, in that moment, while I lay very still, listening for her instruction, sex being the non-sequential non-logical thing that it is, she was indeed fully dressed – even though she was wearing a nightgown and dressing-gown, at most – while I was indeed completely and utterly naked – which I in fact was – and she was in full, absolute control. Because even though I was frustrated and humiliated, I wanted her to be in control and part of me was thoroughly enjoying the experience of groveling around like a household pet. A naked household pet, groveling for a fully clothed mistress.

That too is hindsight.

At the time, truth to tell, I was too horny to think through any of that.

"No, I think I'll take your word, this time."

"Thank you, Ms Sexy." Genuine relief and gratitude, equally mixed, spread through my entire body.

"But that's only because I choose to. I'm still displeased. I still don't feel you've apologized adequately and then there's the penance and I might just have to keep you naked all weekend. I might keep you naked from this moment on...I might talk to you on the drive over in the morning, just to keep you on your toes, on your naked toes, completely naked toes, feet, legs, torso and of course your naked balls and cock...how are your balls and cock, by the way?"

"Full, Ms Sexy. Hard, Ms Sexy."

"So your cock is full and your balls are hard?" 

'Trap', my mind screamed. "Both my cock and my balls are full of cum, Ms Sexy, and therefore both are hard, Ms Sexy."

"And sensitive and tender?"

I believe I may have groaned softly. "Yes, Ms Sexy."

"Good." She chuckled, the low purring chuckle, and I felt it like fingertips running gently up and down my stiff cock before settling in the base of my chilled balls. "Because every bit of that cum is mine."

"Yes, Ms Sexy."

"Excellent." This time I got the full throaty chuckle. The one that felt as though she had closed her warm wet mouth over my cold, exposed to the fridge air, quivering cock – and the contrast was very nearly enough to push me over the edge. Might well have done so, had her timing not been immaculate. As always. "Still have your wine?"

"Yes, Ms Sexy." I sat enough to collect it, still half full.

"Finish it off for me."

"Yes, Ms Sexy." I drained it, no time to savour...but it was nice, warming.

"Now masturbate. Masturbate and shoot every drop of cum into that wineglass."

I froze. Having trouble, to be honest, comprehending.

"Spank yourself. Now. Let me hear your hand slapping your ass. Now." 

Again with the tone. Hard, but quiet. I can't describe it any better. It was like a whiplash in itself. I'd never heard that tone before – not in the 2 years we'd been together. But it was not a tone I could ignore. I had to roll face down on the kitchen floor to expose my ass for the blow but I found myself over in a flash and felt and heard the slap. Echoing.

"Again." Another slap, echoing. "Again." Yet another slap, echoing. "Again. Is that fridge door still open?" Another echo. 

"Yes, Ms Sexy..."

..."Again..."

...."Again. And are you grinding your cock and balls into that carpet on the floor?"

..."Yes, Ms Sexy..." It was thin coarse hard-wearing carpet and it was rough against my cock and balls as I writhed against it...

"Again..."

...."Again. And is your hand getting sore and your ass getting hot and sore...."

... "Yes, Ms Sexy..."

..."Again..."

..."Again..."

..."Again..."

"Now masturbate for me. Every drop of cum in the wineglass. Do it. Now."

It was an instantaneous molten explosion. Roll over...one stroke, two, maybe three...wham. I almost forgot the wineglass, was surprised afterwards that I'd remembered it at all, but a lot of the cum missed the glass and even in the midst of the maelstrom I could clearly feel it hitting my chest and my chin and I knew it was cum because with the tip of my tongue I could taste a drop of the fluid at the corner of my mouth...

"Say thank you."

"Thank you, Ms Sexy." Bereft now that my system was settling and my breath was returning to normal. Suffering that post-coital everything-dropped-the-entire-elevator-shaft nausea-almost-to-the-point-of-vomiting that I recalled from being a teenage guy doing what teenage guys do and...

"Mean it, please."

"Thank you, Ms Sexy."

"Louder."

"Thank you, Ms Sexy!"

Switching tacks yet again, her tone laced with sarcasm: "Bet you've gone soft now?" 

I had to look. "No, Ms Sexy." The glance down had reminded me, and, sensing it was important, I began to scoop glistening cum from my chest and belly with an index finger, intending it for the glass. 

"...Old fart like you...?"

..."I've not gone entirely soft, Ms Sexy..."

..."...Must have, surely..."

..."Does Ms Sexy not remember the headboard contest...?"

..."I certainly do. Are you implying I'm losing my memory?"

..."No, Ms Sexy..."

..."I remember very clearly that our headboard was banging outrageously long after the adjoining room had gone silent and I recall meeting that much younger couple by chance in the doorways next morning..."

..."Yes, Ms Sexy..."

..."...And I recall that young slut eyeing you up as potential replacement meat..."

....the heat had risen on my cheeks and elsewhere as well...

"...Have you met secretly with that little bitch by any chance?..."

..."NO, Ms Sexy..."

....she paused here, letting it extend, "No, you're too old. That was a year ago now, probably couldn't keep up now anyway..."

Being female, she knew just which buttons to push. The age card. Perfect. Too old to keep up and certainly, of course, too old to be sitting naked in my own cum on the floor of my own kitchen.

"How hard are you?"

"Thumb to baby, Ms Sexy." I was proud of that. The distance between thumb and baby finger of an extended hand. It was one of our special good natured measurements. Usually good natured.

Her sniff was pure disdain, dismissive. "And the wineglass is full, right?"

Instant shame. Total deflation and humiliation...and even more erect, if possible, quivering, and my balls taut and twitching.

"I don't believe I heard that?"

"No, Ms Sexy."

"No what?"

"The glass is not full, Ms Sexy."

She rang off. Just like that...



I'd been sitting there – how long? – no idea to be truthful – my mind a jumble of thoughts and my cock hard and my balls aching while the pit of my stomach battled to stave off the nausea. So you can imagine how elated I was when the call came in.




Apology



"Now you will be naked all weekend."

"Yes, Ms Sexy. May I just say..."

"No you may not. Photo evidence...your cock, the glass and open fridge – time and date stamped and I've just checked the time myself, three, two, one, now."

And she rang off again...

I had sent a pic. And a vid.

"Disappointing. Not surprising but less than a fifth of the glass is..." the calm reasonable matriarchal tone went on and on and on, laced with words such as "allow" and "potential", so that every nuance of the thorough 'dressing down', pun intended, made me painfully and in fact achingly aware that I was naked and useless while she was fully clothed and utterly dominant. And would be for the foreseeable future. And all of it ended with, "...you will be presenting me with a full glass, when I allow you to do so. In the meantime, get off the floor immediately and..."

Amazingly, I was hard again, even as my erection glistened from the remaining cum from the first orgasm. I had managed to get to my feet, making very sure not to touch my wobbling, glistening erection. I could never recall recovering as quickly.She was still chatting away.

"...I'm suddenly looking forward to this weekend. How about you?"

"Yes, Ms Sexy." Then I thought that probably wasn't enough. "I'm looking forward to it too, Ms Sexy."

"I'm thinking we should play golf not ski. Would you rather drive down naked at night or in the daylight? I'd bet night." It was a statement. Besides, for obvious reasons she was right.

"Yes, Ms Sexy. You're right. Night."

"Good. I'm going to hang up. I want 2 videos in less than 5 minutes. The first right away, in the kitchen. The second in your car, ready to drive down, naked. Don't be late."

And I really, honestly began to prepare to load my car and drive naked. It seemed the only logical thing to do...



Apology Accepted



God he hated the attention, women coming up to him at all hours of the day, flirting, bothering him, distracting him from his work. Sure, he was good looking, you would have to be stupid not to notice it, he knew he drew women to him. But he didn't want that kind of attention all day, every day. He had even been told once by a random woman on the street that he was Prince Charming, come to take her away. No, he did not want that kind of attention. But that did not stop him from taking care of the way he looked. He was tall, about 6'2, with dark hair and stormy eyes that commanded attention wherever he went. Women adored him, every inch of him, and he had countless, meaningless affairs. They meant nothing to him and one or the other eventually grew bored with each other. These affairs usually ended badly, most of the time with a door slammed in his face, or a drink dripping down his neck. None of these women could give him what he wanted, what he needed. He didn't want some brainless piece of beautiful plastic like the ones he filled his bed with. He wanted someone like himself; ruthless and professional, quick witted and intelligent, someone to have a serious conversation with, or just laugh at a stupid joke together.

She almost hated men. For years since college she had been forced to kiss ass and flirt her way to the top. She was the top exec at a prominent ad agency and didn't take any crap from anyone. She hated the way that she was expected to paste on a fake smile and show a lot of cleavage to get anywhere in life. Her male co-workers leered at her when she walked by; spouting lewd comments that made her skin crawl. She was groped constantly by her boss and she threatened to quit almost every day. But even though on the most part she hated it, she also liked the power she had over men, the way she could control them with just her body. Armed with that knowledge she went to work each day, dressed to the nines in form fitting suits designed to tease rather than be efficient. She elevated her 5'5 figure to 5'9 regularly with her famed designer shoes and usually let her long brown hair hang down to her waist. But finally being at the top she realized that she was lonely and she blamed men for it. Eventually she let the blame develop into resentment, which led to the horrible place she was at. Now whenever a man, or men got to her, got her blood boiling, it exploded into incredibly insatiable lust. Hating the power that men had over her by making her so horny against her will, she took it out on them, by going to clubs, picking out men and taking them home, practically raping them. She fucked them hard, roughly, violently, releasing everything until she was spent. But it eventually came back to threaten her and she knew she would need it again.

"Jesus Christ!" he roared as he sprinted down the sidewalk. He was late for another meeting, his career on the line. "Excuse me, god, excuse me!" he called out as he pushed past crowds of people, rushing. He was getting a lot of dirty looks, people muttered hateful things as he struggled past. Suddenly his cell phone rang. "Godammit!" he muttered as he dug in his briefcase for the device. Holding it to his ear he tried talking as he pushed past more people. The next thing he knew, he was inches from a woman so stunning, he stopped in his tracks, knocking her to the ground, her coffee spilling, spreading a vicious stain over a light gray suit that looked new. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, her body was incredible. She was somewhat short, but lithe, she looked strong, her enticing calves sticking out from under a knee-length skirt. He was jolted as she kicked him in the shin, struggling to get up.

He held out his hand, but she just brushed it away muttering "Jesus, it had to be today!" She got up and glared at him hard, fear striking his heart. She stalked away, muttering under her breath.

God she was pissed. Today out of all days she had the most important meeting of her life in an hour and a fucking ruined suit that she had just bought. She had gotten everything ready early so she would have time to go out and enjoy a cup of coffee before her hectic meeting. She went to the closet in her office and pulled out of a dry cleaner's bag, the spare suit she kept there. Just as she was stripping down, standing in her office in her black bra and lacy thong, her thigh high stockings slightly askew, her phone rang. Hurrying to answer the phone, she heard a knock on the door; frantically realizing she had left the door unlocked. Her boss walked in with all his machismo clearly in view, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared at her, half naked in the middle of her office. She hung up the phone quickly, pointing her finger at the door. "Get the hell out Robert!!" she screamed as her boss of 3 years gaped at her body "Get out!" she cried out again as he turned and walked out. "Great! Just Fucking Great!" This seriously had to be the worst day ever. Quickly dressing, she adjusted her hair and slipped on her shoes on her way out the door. As she headed for the conference room she was aware of her co-workers snickers and whispers as her face turned red and she walked a little faster.

He sulked back to his apartment after his meeting. He had been late and had been reprimanded for it, two weeks leave, no pay. On top of all that he felt like a humongous prick for the way he had treated that woman. He hadn't even apologized or gone after her, trying to explain. All he could do was stare like a fool at her, practically drooling over her. Feeling sorry for himself he decided that what he needed was a long night in the club and some medication, the kind he didn't want, some plastic bimbo that would swoon over him and let him feel good about himself for at least an hour before he told her to let herself out. He got out of his chair and went to get a shower, then get ready for the inevitable boring night at the club.

Her meeting had been awkward, her boss ogling her across the big oak conference table as she tried to hide her face. She left the office in a huge hurry, getting a cab and rushing through her front door. She sat around her living room for a while, watching some stupid soap opera, feeling embarrassed and exposed. Eventually, her feelings evolved into the ever-present resentment for men, for that prick who had knocked her down and not apologized, for her boss who couldn't keep it in his pants, and for all the other countless assholes invading the planet. She decided she needed a hard night of rough sex, then forcefully kicking the fucker out of her house. She got up and dressed for the club. 

Standing in front of her mirror, she finally picked a look she was comfortable with. She looked at her body; her tight little hips encased in the short black leather skirt that hung right below her ass, her c cup tits snug in a revealing black top with a plunging v neckline. Adding jewelry and doing her hair she was ready, zipping into thigh high black leather boots that boasted a 5 inch heel. She walked out her front door, feeling people's eyes on her, loving the power she had over them as she swayed to the curb to hail a cab.

The club was large and flashy, filled to the max with gorgeous women and men who all had one thing on their minds. He let his eyes wander as he strode to the bar, looking around at half naked men and women gyrating, sweaty and groping to loud thumping music. He saw nothing of interest and turned to order. Gin and tonic in hand he stood talking to the pretty waitress in her short cocktail outfit, flirting shamelessly until she had to leave to take more orders. Turning back to the bar he began scoping out the action at the bar, talking in random bursts to the bartender as he waited on people.

She walked into her favorite club, feeling her pulse race as she drank in the sight of hundreds of beautiful men right there at her fingertips. She walked to the bar, catching the eyes of everyone around her. Here, she savored the attention, fed off of it. As she reached the bar she began to look at the offerings around her as she ordered. As her drink was placed in front of her she gave the bartender a friendly wink, giving him a sly smile, for he was the only one who knew why she frequented a place like this. Sipping her drink she let her eyes roam around the room until they fell on the most arousing hunk of masculinity she had ever seen in her life. He stood at the bar, eyes glancing around as he chatted occasionally with the bartender. He was downright amazing, tall and dark, handsome as they come, beautifully toned and muscular looking in snug blue jeans that showed off narrow hips and a tight black t-shirt that generously displayed strong looking, but not overly muscular arms and broad shoulders. Looking at his body, she instantly felt a jolt of hot lust as she realized she must have this man. She would take him and make him hers for tonight. Walking slowly, sneakily, she got behind him and slipped her soft hands around his waist, her fingers heading for the general direction of his crotch.

He looked up in surprise as he felt hands on his body. He turned around slowly, a big grin on his face as he looked into the playful eyes of the beautiful creature that held him captive. As his eyes focused on her face, his smile faded and she pushed away from him, recognizing each other from their confrontation that afternoon. She glared at him hatefully and threw her drink in his face.

"You bastard!" she shrieked at him as she turned on her heel and stalked away. He stared after her and felt lust so strong it almost knocked him on his ass. Her passion and anger made her seem even more electric and sexy and he knew he had to be with her. He rushed off into the crowd, his eyes searching for her.

"God-fucking-dammit!" she muttered as she stormed away, her hormones still raging like a river inside her. Suddenly she felt a strong hand on her arm, which turned her around and forcefully pressed her against a wall. She pushed her hands hard against his chest, fighting to get away as he tried to explain. His voice was deep, alluring, and it made her stop and look at him. He let her up slightly, but this time she did not resist.

He leaned his head down to here ear and whispered huskily into it, making her shiver " Listen, I know what a prick I was today, but you were so god damned beautiful I couldn't have said anything if I wanted to." He spoke earnestly, quickly, trying to make her understand. Her eyes locked on his, looking deep into them, her rage melting as he leaned down again to speak in her ear "The way you looked at me back at the bar, god, it was so hot, and now…I want you so badly, you're like nothing I've ever seen!" he whispered with hoarse intensity, his hands on her hips as he pressed his body into hers, making her feel how hard he was for her. Her lust instantaneously grew hotter as she gasped and pushed him away. He started to protest but shut his mouth as she grabbed his hand roughly and dragged him across the dance floor and into a dark corner. Looking out on hundreds of glistening bodies grinding to the music, she backed her body up against his, feeling him. She began to move, pressing her ass hard against him as her breathing deepened, gyrating her hips against his. Closing his eyes he put his hands on her hips, stroking the leather of her skirt, the soft texture driving his body crazy as she moved against him in rhythm to the music. Slowly, she guided his hands along her body, up her abdomen to her breasts. 

As his hands were filled with her breasts he felt her head lean back and rest against his chest as she panted and sweated against him. His brain was on autopilot as she stroked his hard-on with her ass through their clothing. Daring, his hands wandered to her thighs, sending electricity to both of their brains as his fingers made contact with her damp skin. He moved his hands around and ran them up to her ass before running them back around to stroke the soft skin of her inner thighs. As she ground her body harder and harder into him he moved his fingers upward under her short skirt, over her pussy. His eyes snapped open as he realized that he felt her hot skin under his fingers. No lace or silk barriers covering her soft, moist skin. 

She gasped hard feeling his hands on her pussy and she arched herself against him as his finger ran itself up and down the length of her slick lips. She ground into him hard and moaned as she felt his lips on her neck. He was nibbling and licking the skin of her neck as his fingers found her hard little clit. She cried out as his finger brushed over her little bud and she worked her body down onto his fingers, feeling them explore her, his lips hot and wet against her skin. As passion grew faster and hotter, she whimpered in disappointment as he took his fingers away from her body. She felt his hands now on her shoulders as he spun her around and kissed her hard, leaving her gasping for breath. Wanting to take him there and then she grabbed onto his hand again, dragging him once more across the dance floor, only this time heading for the door. As they stumbled outside she quickly hailed a cab and shoved him through the door. Giving the cabbie her address, she looked over at him, her eyes dark with lust, her eyes ravaging him, taking him in from head to toe.

He felt her eyes on his body and he leaned over, his body large next to hers, and kissed her hard, his tongue forcing entry into her mouth as he slipped a large hand around her waist. As the kiss deepened and lust grew to a boiling point he moaned as he felt her hot little hand sliding into his lap, sliding between his legs and stroking him as they kissed with wild abandon. The cab slowed and he reached into his pocket, throwing bills at the cabbie and dragged her from the vehicle and to her front door. She pressed him against the door, still kissing him as she worked her key into the lock and shoved him through the door. As the door closed he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed her against the door, his mouth once again devouring her lips as he felt her hands on the front of his jeans.

With him holding her tight to his body, they continued to kiss as they moved through the house, heading for the bedroom. She felt in control and she loved it, needed it that way. Stumbling through the door, they tumbled onto the bed; her straddling his waist, kissing him as she madly began ripping his clothes away. She felt his hands on her hips and kissed him with more force. Unexpectedly he stood, picking her up with him. He turned and sat her on the bed hard. She looked into his eyes hard, a slightly confused look on her face. She thought to herself, "what the hell is he doing, doesn't he just want to fuck and get the hell on with his life?" Her confusion grew as she looked at him more, a grin on his face. She had no idea what was going on, but stared hungrily at him as he playfully toyed with his zipper.

Looking down into her eyes, her face flushed with desire, he said with a laugh, "I don't believe we've been formally introduced." He grinned "My name is Eric, and… what is yours beautiful?" he asked as she stared into his eyes. 

"My n-name?" she stammered, confused still that he wanted to go through all this get-to-know-you shit and not just fuck instead. He nodded, looking at her agitated face seriously. She swallowed and gasped out between breaths "M…My name is…. Is… S-Sarah" she got out, feeling lost and irritated and insatiably horny. 

He walked up to her, his big hand tenderly stroking her hair back from her eyes as he said "Sarah? Pleased to meet you Sarah." He watched her close her eyes, feeling his strong fingers on her cheek, so gentle.

She sighed deeply, feeling his fingers on her face, thinking how soft they were for such large hands. Then with shocking clarity she remembered those fingers on her pussy and her lust grew once more. She ripped at her clothes and was almost out of them when he reached out his hands and stopped her, bringing her hands tight against her sides, looking into her frenzied eyes. He pushed her body back onto the bed, laying her out in the middle of it. She felt him climb her, straddle her waist, his muscular thighs squeezing her body tightly. She watched as he pulled off his shirt, her eyes drinking in the sight of his naked chest, his muscles rippling as he moved on her. She watched as he took his shirt in his hands, forcefully ripping it, tearing four long strips from the fabric. 

She watched him with wide eyes as he gently guided each of her hands to the metal bed posts of her bed. After securing them to the posts with two of the fabric strips, he slowly kissed his way down her stomach, her body trembling under his lips. He slid his hands down to her thighs where he played with the zipper of her boots. Moving his body down along hers he placed his mouth on her skin, above the leather of her boot. He sucked the skin into his mouth, licking it as she moaned and writhed under his touch. He slowly slid one zipper down, taking the boot from her. He repeated the process with the other leg, putting his lips on her skin, licking and sucking as his fingers guided the zipper down her leg. Taking the boot from her, he wrapped his fingers around her ankles, spreading her legs slightly as he tied them to the metal as well.

She looked into his eyes, passion and rage burning. She had wanted to be the one wielding control, needed it, but he had taken over the minute they stumbled through her bedroom door. She watched as he put his hands on her body, caressing her lightly before ripping her clothes from her body. She trembled, her body shuddering with desire as he climbed over her, still in his jeans. He knelt between her legs, the rough fabric of his jeans kissing her thighs. She moaned as he put his hands on her hips, leaning forward and catching her lips with his. She kissed him back hard, pulling her head back slightly and softly bit his lower lip, looking hard into his eyes.

He growled, her teeth biting into his lip driving him over the edge. Suddenly his hands were all over her body, massaging, stroking, squeezing and palpating her soft hot flesh with his fingers. The feel of her skin set his nerves on fire. His lips found her nipple and she cried out as he bit into it softly. His hands were roaming all over her now, on her thighs, her calves, arms, breasts, stomach, anywhere he could reach.

She moaned, adoring the feeling of his fingers on her skin, staying only seconds in one place before they moved on, filling his hands with some other part of her delicious anatomy. She longed to touch him, burned with the need as she begged him to untie her hands. "Please Eric," she cried out "Please I need to touch you, please, I'm begging you!" His head rose, looking her in the eye. He paused his fingers before moving off her, standing away from the bed. "No! Don't move away!" she cried out in desperation, "please come back, please! I need your hands on me!" she whispered now, weary with desire. She stared at him as he smiled at her and settled himself in a chair near the foot of her bed. 

He smiled as he moved the chair, placing it so it was directly in view of her incredible cunt, spread out just for him, aching for him to shove his hard cock inside her. He heard her whisper, eagerly, desperately as he stared at her "Please Eric, please come back, please touch me, stop staring at me and touch me!" She whimpered as he smiled, staring, devouring her body with his eyes.

She writhed, wanting him to put his hands on her again. She lifted her head and looked into his face. He just smiled at her, his hands stroking his hard cock through his jeans. She licked her lips and prepared to beg again when he stood and came over to the bed, running his hand up her body, making her shiver when he stopped at her throat. He leaned down and kissed her hard, hungrily, forcing his tongue between her lips. Breaking the kiss after several moments, he moved down her body, sliding between her open legs once more. She trembled and moaned lightly as he ran his hands up her legs, his fingers stroking the skin of her inner thigh excruciatingly softly. 




Apology Accepted



My parents stayed in my guest room over the long weekend before returning home to Chicago. During that time my boyfriend David slept on the couch. This was the first time they all were meeting and I was nervous to say the least. On some levels I still craved their approval and knew that they would never accept him. They were strict and lived in the sheltered bubble of suburbia while he was an artist who painted nude subjects, me included.

Neither of my parents appreciated the arts and that posed a problem. David was optimistic and had separate private talks with each of them, the longest being with my father. He was scheduled to fly to Boston the day after my parents left so our time alone was limited and therefore precious. David, always the gentleman, was respectful of my parents and never attempted to molest me in their presence. Even when we were alone, we only held hands or innocently rubbed backs. At the farmers market he put his arm around me as we strolled behind my father. When my mother came back with the produce, she and I strolled behind them. Our conversation went back and forth from trivial to essential matters. Most of it concerned David. I giggled when she talked about his walk. I had always enjoyed David's walk. It was sexy and rhythmic as if he were floating to a private cadence in his head. 

Back at the house David put the fruit away. My parents and I sat around the kitchen table and he leaned casually against the counter near the sink. David held a peach and cut slices eating them one by one off of the blade. As he did this, his eyes drew me in wholly and pierced something deep inside. He was only teasing me because my parent's backs were facing him so they couldn't see. It was as if we were the only two people in the room. I was mesmerized by his simple actions. Cut a piece of fruit, lift it to mouth, suck it from the knife, and give me the look... cut a piece of fruit, lift it to mouth, suck it from the knife, and give me the look. The same thing over and over and over. I knew exactly what he was thinking because I was thinking the same thing. Our sexual tension was building with not so much as a kiss to pacify it. That night we rented a movie and David sat on the floor between my legs. I wondered if he could sense my aroused sex from his close proximity. That night I masturbated in the shower wondering if he was doing the same.

The next day after an early lunch my parents left and we were alone at long last. After seeing them off, we returned to my empty house. David backed me up against the door standing so close that our bare feet were touching. I knew that if I allowed him to have me in this moment, things would never be the same again. Making love would be our pledge to each other, an unspoken vow that would usher in forever. Once we made intimate body contact, there would be no turning back. I trembled with nervousness as he gazed upon me. "Our buffer is gone." I mumbled, thinking of my parents. 

David stepped closer and tilted his head opposite mine. We were so close that his nose brushed mine as he spoke. "Your folks seem to like me."

"They appreciate the way you treat me, and how you want to make an honest woman of me." I swallowed then took shallow breaths. These last few days had been nice but now we had to get to the business at hand. Things were still unsettled... unresolved.

"And I appreciate their appreciation." He reached for my waist but stopped short. I didn't know why he refused to touch me but I took it as a sign. We were finally alone and he didn't attempt so much as a hug. Maybe he was here for reasons other then I thought.

I slipped from his grasp feeling rejected and began to clear the lunch dishes. 

David grabbed several plates from the table and followed me into the kitchen. He sat them in the sink then followed me back to the table. I was cautious when he took the glasses from my hands and led me to my bedroom. It was the first time he had seen it in all of these days. My home was curiously void of any memories of our relationship. There were no trinkets, mementos or photos. My only reminder of him was the blue topaz trillion that had hung around my neck and a picture of him with wet hair that I kept in my nightstand and pulled out on lonely nights. David stopped in the middle of the room and unbraided my hair to let it fall around my shoulders. "Wendy honey?"

Suddenly we were in the midst of the conversation started a week ago. The conversation that my parent's phone call with news of a visit interrupted, "I can be the woman you want." I whispered.

"All I need is for you to be the woman you are." There was heat on my shoulder, his kiss... his touch. David undressed me and his fingers caressed my waiting skin. 

I closed my eyes and followed his lead, falling deeper by the second. "Help me..." I didn't know who I was asking or what I was asking for.

"We'll help each other..." There was an arm around my waist. I felt his apology growing stiff against my behind. That familiar stiffness I had tried to forget. "...and I forgive you."

I eased back and acknowledged his statement. "Promise me that."

David's promise came in the form of a nuzzle. He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply like it was an intoxicant. When he exhaled it was something between a moan and a sigh. Deep and heavy like this moment.

"I don't believe you..." Since it was my fault, my lie that had separated us the first time, I needed to be sure.

He promised again, this time in the form of a nip to the shoulder. 

"Are we ever going to be apart?"

David's hands reached in front of me and traveled to my zipper. I took the sound of its dissention as the answer no. He rested his chin on my shoulder and we stood cheek to cheek looking at the bed. David reassured me verbally too, "You are the love of my life. I have no doubts."

I turned around to face him, ecstatic as I stepped out of my pants. I wanted a kiss but he pulled away and dropped down on one knee.

A ring was in his hand. He held it near my finger. "Am I the one for you?"

"Yes, you always have been... you never stopped being..." I rambled as he slipped the ring on my left hand.

David pressed his face to my vagina and laid purposeful kisses through the sheer black fabric of my undergarments. Tremors spiked down my back as moistness soaked through from both directions. Soon the wet panties were cast aside like my slacks. I stood there shivering, not from being semi nude in the cold room but from the actions of his cunning tongue. I placed my hands on his shoulders to brace myself but I couldn't keep my self from moving... it felt too damn good. I met his tongue strokes with my moving hips. My body thrashed and bumped his face but he pressed on, steadying me by holding my behind... caressing it... massaging it... owning it... branding it. David was reclaiming my body as his own, and I was coming willingly. 

"You taste so good." He teased.

"Like..." I panted, catching my breath from all of the attention, "...like the peach... you were eating..." 

"Sweet and juicy." 

My fingers were tangled through his hair and the smell of my sex was filling the room. It trickled down my thighs and gushed into his mouth. David didn't stop after my orgasm, his attention turned to my sensitive spot, sucking it until I couldn't recognize my own moans. My voice was uncontrollably raw and ragged. I didn't hide that fact because David needed to hear what I was being reduced to. And he knew. I could tell by his ardency that he was enjoying himself. My heart pounded inside of my chest in sync with my lower region. When my legs quivered then gave out, he caught me as I slid down to the floor. David's skillfulness had brought me to my knees twitching and writhing in waves of pleasure. We were face to face and I tasted my sex in his kiss. Our tongues danced nonstop for a quarter hour. They started out tender, until once again my insides were throbbing for him... aching. And that was reflected in my kiss. The hunger had set in. I was remembering our past and imagining a future that I thought could never happen. My thoughts drove the actions of my hands. Suddenly his chest is bare and his pants unfastened. I had made it clear what I wanted. The connection was electric and a new level of fever overtook my body. Apology accepted.

"This is forever." He professed.

"It has to be." The tears in my misty eyes had begun to flow.

He held me close letting my after spasms penetrate his body too. "I love you." 

"And I love you." I was drunk with passion as we moved to my bed and made love. We barely slept for the remainder of the night, lost in the haze of rekindled love. Each time we were together my orgasm was his priority so he was uninhibited. My body had never known such pleasure and my heart has never been so full. David was living inside of the moment and living inside of me. 



Apology Accepted



I'm laying on my bed reading as I hear you open the back door. You say hello to my cat, I hear the lock click, and you venture into my room. I am fully aware of your presence, but don't acknowledge you, feigning a deeper interest in my book than I actually have. I guess I am still a little upset about you bailing on me last minute yesterday, even though you told me you were sorry. You drop your bag in the corner and wash your hands and face. I continue reading, hoping you will read my mind and give me a much needed massage, considering I am already laying on my stomach and have a strapless dress on. You still haven't said anything, as you creep up next to me and lightly kiss my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe. I continue reading, just waiting for you to get impatient. 

"I said I was sorry" you say, and I continue ignoring you. I flip the page, unaware of the meaning of the words as they blur together on the page. I can't concentrate on anything when you are near me. 

I rub the back of my neck, and you move as if you got the hint. However, as you straddle me, I notice you are facing the wrong direction when your hands begin to grope my ass, lightly massaging it and then increase the pressure. You run your hands down my thighs and slowly bring them back up, your fingertips caressing my skin. I can feel goose bumps rising as you do this a second time. I am still trying to maintain control of myself, as I turn another page. 

"Reading that fast?" you say, and I know you are onto me. Still, I refocus on the words with little success. I feel you bend over, your breath hot against the fabric of my dress. 

"Naughty girl" you say, as you pull up the hem and find no undergarments to block you on your path of blissful violation. I can already feel the heat building as my nipples tingle and my insides do flip-flops in anticipation. You lean down again, and I can hear you lick your lips, then your fingers as you run them over my pink lips, aiming for the little node of ecstasy. 

"Still reading that book, huh?" you whisper, noticing I am already slick with moisture. I turn the page as confirmation to your question. You laugh at me, plunging first one then two fingers into my hot channel, still rubbing my clitoris with your other hand. I still try to hold on to control of myself, but it seems to no avail. I feel your lips brush first one cheek, then the other, followed by a nip from your teeth. Still you lean farther, and suddenly I feel warm air on my labia. I moan quietly, waiting for you to pleasure me with your tongue, but you are determined to drive me crazy with need first. My book is still in front of me, but my eyes are closed and my breathing has sped up. Suddenly you pull back, a reaction to my sounds. You stay where you are as you roll me over, face-up, and continue your ministrations. Your tongue now has full access to my button of pleasure, while your fingers once again dive into my vagina. I gasp when you grab my clit between your teeth and tug slightly. My hips rise up without my willing them, and I grab your hips and pull your ass towards me. 

You get up on your knees so I have fuller access to your slowly rising dick. I pull down your shorts and boxers to get better access. I start by fondling your scrotum; gently caressing first one ball, then the next. I use my other hand to tease your throbbing manhood, starting with just my thumb and fore finger, I gently glide them up and down, up and down. You growl with need, but I refuse to pay too much attention to your cock just yet, as I lift my head and take your sack into my mouth. Your surprise is audible, and you temporarily forget what your tongue was doing. I lift my hips to remind you, and you start thrumming my g-spot with your fingers once again. I start beating a tune upon your gooch, and tugging on your sensitive balls. I slowly run my tongue from the base of your balls to the tip of your penis, then back down, zigzagging as I retreat. 

I make a circle of fingers around the base of your rod, pressing into your pelvis, and take you into my mouth. Again, you forget your purpose, and I remind you with a quick thrust. Suddenly you plunge your tongue into my slick heat, and I nearly bite down in a pure reaction to pleasure. I readjust my lips to cover my teeth, and begin to sick your cock, harder and faster, trying to time it with your slight thrusts. I can feel your pulsing staff growing longer and thicker as I circle my tongue around the head, readjusting your foreskin and slurping as your pre-cum squirts into my throat. You've stopped all activity and begin to roll off of me. You roll me back over and pull at my hips, forcing me onto my hands and knees. I look at you questioningly, and you pull my ass to the end of the bed and push my face into the mattress. You pull off your shirt and use it to wipe the sheen of sweat off of your face. 

You run your tongue from my clit to the end of my labia, and grab my hips and enter me in one swift motion. The first thrust nearly knocks me over, but I use my hands to balance myself. I hear a whirring noise, and feel you grab my arm and deposit my vibrator in my hand. I reach under myself to touch it to my knob and gasp as you start thrusting. You use both hands to spread my cheeks, and lick your finger to lubricate my tight, hot ass. I nearly lose it when your finger begins thrusting in time with your hard cock and my vibrator. You then insert a second finger, and a third, stretching me to capacity and filling me with amazing pressure. I can't hold back any longer, and I am lost in wave after wave of searing pleasure. I crash forward and you continue fucking me as hard as possible. 

"Again" you say, and I can only grunt in response. You've pulled me back up to my knees, and grabbed my hair to pull my face out of the comforter. 

"I want to hear you scream" is all I hear as I am rocked with another bout of intense ecstasy, this time with me squealing "ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod" without breathing. You pull everything out as I collapse again. You wait for a few seconds while I continue to ride my orgasm, them grab my hips once again and pull me to a standing position and bend me towards the wall.  You push my dress down, over my hips, and I kick it off. 

I am dizzy with adrenaline as you guide my hands to the wall and push my feet closer together, still pulling on my hips to get me on my tippy toes. 

"This would be easier in heels" I mumble as you swiftly enter me again. You resume the fingers in my ass and the hand in my hair, and I push my vibrator harder against my clit. You pound into me, fucking me so hard I can hear the loud slaps of your sac on my crotch as I struggle to stay in position. 

"You're so fucking wet" you say, and then grunt as you release my hair and slap my ass hard. 

I moan even louder "God Nik don't stop, fuck me harder, harder, harder Nik, harder." You ram me with so much force that I nearly fall, but you grab me in my descent. You pull me against you and take my mouth in yours. I can still taste myself on your lips, and I push my tongue into your mouth to parry with yours. You turn me around and tell me to get on my knees on the bed, facing you. You wash your hands as I do what you told me to. You return, and push me farther back, again onto my hands and knees. Your erect shaft is level with my face, and I can't tear my gaze from it. You have a gleam in your eyes that communicates all I need to know. You grab handfuls of my hair and pull my face towards your pulsating dick. 

I open my mouth wide and look up at you. You watch as your cock thrusts into my hot, wet, open mouth, and you pull my head farther and farther down your shaft. I continue looking up at your face and you lick your lips "oh yeah" you repeat and your balls slam into my chin. I hear that recognizable grunt and I pull back and sit up quickly, still looking at you. I keep my mouth open and start fondling my own breasts as your hot load shoots out at my open waiting mouth and my hard pink nipples. I lick what comes in contact with my lips as your stream continues to paint me with cum. I rub it into my skin and take your diminishing dick into my mouth to slurp up any remaining cream and clean off your head. You push me onto my back and fall on top of me.

We lay like this a few minutes before I say "you're forgiven" and head to the shower. I lock the door, still not quite sure if what I said is true or not.



Apology Accepted



"Welcome home, Jane." My wife greeted me as I walked through the door and into the warmth of our home. She was zipping up the coats of our three year old son, Andrew and our five year old daughter, Julie.

"Thanks, babe." I replied, going over to kiss her. Then I gave kisses to my kids atop their hatted heads. "And where are you little rascals going at this time of night?"

"Auntie Kate!" Andrew shouted in that childish enthusiasm.

"We're staying with Robbie tonight!" Julie added, not to be out done by Andy.

I was not pleased with the news. I had been working non-stop for the past week and I hadn't really had a chance to just hang out with my wife and kids as a family. However, it was Friday and I was finally free. Then to come home and find out that the kids were spending the night at my sister's house, well that kind of put a damper on my plans. I looked over at Ann and she must've seen the displeasure on my face because she just pulled me to the side to explain.

"You're mad, I know." Ann said. We had been together for nine years, married for seven and by now Ann could see through me like glass. "I know you wanted to do something with them and I'm sorry sweetheart, but they're coming back on Sunday and you can do whatever you want with them then." 

"And what's your reason for doing this?" I questioned, folding my arms under my chest. 

Ann shifted on her feet as a blush rose to color her cheeks. I knew the answer before she said it. "It's been two months, you know?"

I softened, releasing my arms to the sides. Had it really been that long? I wrapped Ann in my arms and went to kiss her but a honk outside grabbed our attention. We went to find where the kids had scurried off to and after smothering them in hugs and kisses, I ushered them outside to the car. With a wave and a thank you to Kate, they were gone.

Back in the house, I finally took off my coat, hanging it in the closet by the door and leaving me in only the skirt-suit I had worn to work. I found Ann in the kitchen, washing the small amount of dishes piled in the sink. I hugged her from behind and pulled her back into me. I moved her brown ponytail to a single side and kissed her neck. She melted.

"Jane..." Ann sighed, "Let me heat you up some dinner before we get naughty, please? You've been working all day."

I spoke between kisses on her soft skin. "I've been... a bad... wife."

Ann turned to face me, looking into my blues with her browns, and placed her wet hands on my waist. "Yes, you have." She leaned up to kiss me lightly, then pulled back and held me at arm's length. "But before you make it up to me why don't you go shower while I heat you up dinner and then I'll shower while you eat. After all that, I expect some serious apology lovin', okay?"

Reluctantly, I gave in. Ann swatted my bum as I sulked out of the kitchen. 

After my relatively quick shower, I bounded back downstairs where I was met with a plate of dinner, something Ann had cooked earlier for the kids. She went and grabbed herself a shower while I ate as planned. It took me about seven minutes to eat and then I played with my phone for another ten minutes before I heard Ann's voice.

"Baby, are you finished yet?"

I looked up from what I was doing and my jaw fell to the table. Ann was standing there in a dark purple silk thong that barely hid her goods and a matching laced bra. On her legs were black thigh-highs and she had let her hair down, letting it spill around her shoulders and frame her exotic features. 

"Wow," I stood up, phone forgotten on the table, and walked to Ann, encircling my arms around her waist. "When did you buy this?" I knew every piece of lingerie she owned and this was definitely not in her inventory.

"Last week, you like it?" 

I kissed her jaw line. "I love it." My hands dropped to palm her bare cheeks and I gave them a soft squeeze. She sighed and pushed into me. "You look so sexy." I moved my lips to Ann's and she opened her mouth to invite me. We kissed slowly at first, but as our hands roamed, hers underneath my pajama shirt, and mine's on the skin that was exposed to me, our kiss grew in intensity. I pulled away and breathlessly demanded, "Bed, now."

"Actually, I was thinking we could work up to that?" Ann's eyes had that mischievous glint in them that I had come to know over the years. She was feeling particularly naughty today. Her gaze wandered over to the kitchen counter then back at me and she raised an eyebrow. I understood immediately. We kissed again as I locked my hands under her bottom and lifted her. I wasn't very confident in my strength, but Ann wasn't heavy, I had carried her before and besides, the kitchen was less than ten steps away.

I walked to the counter and released her on the hard surface. Her hands went to the bottom of my shirt and she whisked it over my head in one fluid motion. Before it even hit the floor Ann's lips had already latched onto my nipple. My Bs paled in comparison to hers which was a full two sizes larger, but Ann constantly assured me that she loved them the way they were. My head lolled back and I let out a moan as Ann's skilled tongue worked magic on my boob. When my nipple could get no harder, she flicked it with her tongue and moved to the next one to mirror her previous actions.

"God, you're good at that." I purred, "This may be the reason why I married you."

"And here I am thinking it was because of my awesome personality." She spoke around my tit. I laughed which turned to a groan as Ann used her teeth to bite my nipple.

Feeling satisfied, Ann lifted her head and we met in another passion filled kiss. My hands were on her thighs, kneading them, my thumbs pointed towards her center but not bothering to move any closer. She thrust her hips a little, letting her frustration and impatience be known. When I snickered into our kiss, she bit my lip, not to hard but hard enough to make it hurt. I winced but didn't pull away and instead scratched on her thighs roughly in retaliation. 

"Bitch." She whispered with a smile.

I smirked, "You're the bitch, beautiful." I said in return. I looked between our bodies at the thong she donned. "This looks damn good on you, baby," I put my fingers in the waistband and tugged downwards. "But it has to come off." She obliged and slid a little closer to the edge to help with the disrobing process.

As I pulled the thin material down her thighs, Ann spoke softly, "Jane, it's been too long, I won't be able to hold out."

The thong was thrown to the floor and I looked down to watch as I ran my fingers through my lover's slit. I smiled, she was already wet. I brought my eyes back up to her clouded browns and responded to what she said. "It's okay honey, let yourself go."

My wife tangled her fingers in my raven hair and pulled me to her for another hot kiss. As we kissed, I softly stroked the neatly trimmed hair of her mound then moved lower to feel her puffy lips and spread her juices about. My kisses dropped to her neck and shoulder. I finally let two of my fingers delve inside of her and felt her shudder then let out a groan.

"That's fantastic, please fuck me..." Ann sighed, her nails digging into my arm as she braced herself. 

I complied and began pumping my hand, in, out, in, out. Ann rolled her hips along with the rhythm I'd established. I readjusted my hand's position to be able to stroke her clit with my thumb as she rode my fingers.

"Harder..." She commanded. I pounded into her harder. "Faster..." I put more speed into my efforts. She wasn't kidding about not being able to hold back. Three minutes of non-stop pumping and she was ready to burst. Her pussy muscles clamped down on my fingers as she stiffened and let out a cry.

"That was quick." I teased, kissing on her shoulder. 

Ann was catching her breath but managed to mutter a "shut up". I chuckled and kissed her lips then I watched her shiver as I pulled my fingers from her. I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. She was sweet as always and I wanted to taste more of her. 

"Shall we migrate to the couch?" I asked, not waiting for an answer before picking her back up and walking into the living room. I let her down on the soft cushion of the couch and climbed on top of her. As I kissed my way down her abdomen, Ann spread her legs; one foot went over the back of the couch and the other rested on the floor. In this position she was wide for me to see and I did take a moment to just enjoy her beauty. It's a cliché but Ann's pussy really was like a bloomed flower, opening up to me, when she was aroused. Her lips were well proportioned and folded perfectly, not a petal out of place; it made me both jealous and pleased.

I looked up at Ann from between her thighs as my tongue made its first stride. Ann's hips jerked and she let out a sharp breath. 

I smiled at her. "You like that, lover?"

She failed to answer me and only nodded.

I broke eye contact with her and focused on her delicious pussy. She was so wet it was making my mouth water. I leaned in for another lick and pulled b0ack to savor the taste. "You taste amazing, do you know that?"

"Stop playing around and just eat me... please?" Ann begged me shamelessly.

I smiled at her again. "Sorry, hon." I replied. I made a few sweeps over her pussy before I stiffened my tongue and pressed it into her. Ann moaned my name as I tongue-fucked her. When I retracted my tongue and moved up to wrap my lips around her exposed clit, Ann put a hand in my hair and pressed herself to me, encouraging me to suck harder. I refused and backed off the little bundle of nerves. She groaned in frustration as I began slow teasing licks up and down her slit. She wiggled her hips desperately and I wrapped my arms around them to keep her steady. When I felt I had tortured her enough, I went back to her clit and lashed at it furiously. Ann started shouting obscenities in Spanish as she sometimes did when we made love. Just as she reached the peak, her words stopped and I peeked up to see her mouth in a silent "O". She exploded and I lapped up her juices, not letting a single drop go to waste.

I kissed my way back up my wife's voluptuous body. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her breasts rose and fell as she attempted to regulate her breathing.

"Thanks for the meal." I said and kissed her lips lightly.

She smiled, her eyes half-lidded. "Must you say that every time?"

I smiled back. "I must." I ran my eyes down her body, pausing at her breasts and I cupped her Ds in my hands. "I haven't gotten around to these quite yet." I said as I groped them through her bra. I nuzzled my face between her tits, relishing in the plush of them. "I missed you two, how are you girls doing?"

Ann laughed at my silliness. "They still can't hold a conversation, sweetheart."

"No, they can, you just can't hear them. What was that girls?" I placed my ear between her breasts like I was listening to a secret. "Oh, you're jealous because kitty got all the love? Don't worry; I'll fix that right now." I went to slip the bra off her shoulders but she stopped me.

"Sorry but the girls are gonna have to wait." She pulled me up and we kissed with renewed passion. As her tongue worked in my mouth, Ann's hands went to my skimpy pajama shorts. "Why do you still have these on?" She broke the kiss to ask, "You should be naked."

I sat up and pulled off the rest of my clothes before lying back on top of her. Her tanned legs wrapped around my waist.

"That's much better." Ann gave me her naughty smile and we kissed some more. Her grip tightened on me and she rolled us over. Being only on the couch, this sent us falling to the carpet. The couch wasn't too far from the floor though, luckily for me since I was now on the bottom. At least my wife had enough courtesy to ask me if I was alright. Once I assured her I was, we were back to kissing. 

Ann moved her lips to just below my collarbone and I'm sure she left hickies as she always did. She liked to "mark her territory" so to speak. I didn't mind as long as they were low enough to hide in a collared shirt. As she came back to kiss my lips, Ann positioned a leg under mine so that our pussies kissed too. I let out a moan at the electric feel of our clits touching. She smiled without moving her lips from mine and I braced myself for what was to come. It had been much too long and, like Ann, I probably wouldn't last long. 

"Don't you dare think about trying to hold back." Ann said sternly, looking at me with her dark eyes. She read me so easily I sometimes wondered if she could hear my thoughts.

I smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Ann sat up and the motion of her hips started slowly, grinding our sexes together. She held my gaze until my eyes rolled back and I closed them. Her speed increased and I tried to move my hips along with hers as best I could. I peeked at her. She had her eyes closed too, her head was thrown back and she was biting her bottom lip. Damn, she was so beautiful. Nine years of being together and I still couldn't get enough of Ann in the throes of passion. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked down at me as a smile crept to her lips. She bent to give me a quick kiss before once again increasing her speed.

"Yessssssss," I hissed, "Oh, Ann, oh yes, yes, fuck, yes..." My orgasm hit me unexpectedly; the fire in the pit of my stomach suddenly released to every nerve ending and left me in a puddle. Ann disentangled herself from me and lay beside me as the tremors rocked my body. When I had at least some minor control of my body, I edged my face to hers and she met me with her lips.

"I love you." I vowed, staring into her big browns.

Ann rolled those big browns playfully. "That's just the sex talking."

I laughed but swatted her arm. "When your wife says she loves you, you're supposed to say it back."

"Oh," Her eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "Is that how it goes?"

"Um, yeah!"

"Oh fine," She leaned over and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. "I love you, too."

I shrugged. "Well, I don't believe you now." We both giggled.

We laid there on the living room floor for a while, both regaining strength until Ann's hands started roaming again and I suggested that we finally head to the bedroom, the floor wasn't doing anything for my back. We stood and Ann led me by the hand up the carpeted steps. In the bedroom, she pulled me down on top of her as she fell back on the king-sized bed. More kissing ensued.

"So, how's the fuel tank? Still got some juice left?" Ann asked, hands squeezing my bum. "I know you came from work and all so if you want to stop now I'd be okay with that."

"Thanks but no thanks. Let's keep going, I'm feeling oddly energized."

She showed me her winner smile, obviously happy with my answer. "On to round two then, shall we? Ding, ding, ding."

I chuckled, leaned down and kissed her. My hands ran down her thigh-high clad legs then traveled back up to cup her breasts. They had been severely underappreciated the whole love making session and I wanted to change that. "I do believe I owe these girls some attention." 

"Who said I was done with you?" Ann rolled us over, assuming the top position again.

"I say you are." I rolled us back over and pinned her hands above her head.

She challenged me with her stare. "Let's rock-paper-scissors for it."

I burst out laughing, leave it to Ann to come up with something like that. I let her up and we did best out of 3. She won 2-0, I swear she cheated somehow.

"I didn't cheat, if that's what you're thinking." She said, kissing her way down my body. How does she do that?

Between my legs, Ann kissed my tattoo of a butterfly. It was in that tender area where my thigh and pussy met. It isn't my only tattoo either; I have one of Ann's full first name, Annabelle. It's on my right side, under my ribs, placed in a red rose. She didn't want me to get it when I first pitched the idea to her but as soon as she saw it, she loved it immediately.

Coherent thought left me as I felt Ann's mouth cover me. She worked her nimble tongue well; expertly hitting the places she knew made me tingle. Her nose nudged my clit as she penetrated me with her tongue, twisting it to taste inside of me. She sucked, drinking me in and then moved to gently nibble my labia. 

My hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples as I watched her. God, what an erotic sight it was to watch Ann give head. Her mane was wild, a few strands falling into her face, some droplets of sweat played on her brow as her lust-filled eyes occasionally flickered up to hold my stare and study my expression. I've said it before, but my wife is beautiful.

The breath left my lungs when her lips covered my clit and my hips jumped off the bed when her tongue lashed at it. I babbled something unintelligent and a hand went to grab the back of her head, not too nicely either I'd admit. She backed off out of some cruel revenge for earlier, I'm sure, and moved to kiss my thighs.

"Ann," I groaned, "You're killing me here."

I felt her snicker more than heard it. "You'll live." 

Ann brought two fingers to my entrance and slowly slid them in. I moaned as she began sawing them in and out. Her lips went back to my clit and my back arched like a bow. She kept me on edge as she played my body like an instrument. I pleaded for release, hands squeezing at swollen nipples desperately, and hips frantically slamming against her fingers. My legs clamped reflexively on her head as I felt the orgasmic waves wash over me. She replaced her fingers with her mouth, taking me in.

"That was sexy." Ann said, now kissing on my thighs. "I love it when you cum in my mouth."

Through staggered breathing I managed to joke, "If your mom knew the things you said, she'd have a heart attack."

"If my mom knew the things I ate..." She didn't finish her sentence and just gave my slit a long lick. I winced. "Sensitive?" she asked, looking up at me.

I nodded. "Yeah, so come kiss me and give her a break, will ya?"

Ann crawled up my body, pausing to give both of my nipples pecks before coming to kiss my lips. My strength returned while we kissed, as if her tongue had lent me power. I pulled away from her fully rejuvenated and reached for the bedside table drawer which served as a toy box for us. The harness was grabbed first and Ann helped me with the straps. Then I picked up our 7" and 9" and held them out to Ann. 

"Which one are you feeling tonight, babe?"

Ann's eyes flashed from one phallus to the other, pretending to give it serious thought. Finally she pointed to the 9". "Well, this puppy's looking particularly nice tonight."

I smiled, put the rejected toy back and then attached Ann's choice in. I was on my knees when Ann scooted to me and gave the faux cock a few strokes, making sure to press the base against me so I could feel it. Then she took it into her mouth and gave me a blowjob. It was arousing to watch but like always it made me feel a bit jealous about the ex-boyfriends I knew she had. There were four of them, she told me, because unlike me who realized I was gay in my teens, Ann realized it at 23. We met three years later.

The cock made an audible pop when Ann let it slip from her lips. She gave it a few strokes, spreading her saliva up and down its length. "All lubed and ready to go." She beckoned me with a finger as she lay back on the pillows. I went to her and we kissed, the toy teasing her between us. My hand went behind her and I unhooked her bra with my fingers. I broke our kiss to pull it off her body then my hands and lips were on her beautiful breasts. She reached down between us and placed the dildo at her entrance.

"Eager, are we?" I said, playfully, pinching a nipple. Her response was to squeeze my bum, attempting to push me into her. "You've been keeping the girls from me all night, can I just enjoy them for a bit?" She tightened her grip and pouted at me. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, fine." I sat up and placed my hands on her knees. "You're lucky you're so damn adorable when you make that face." I pushed into her until our hips met, hearing her moans of obvious pleasure. I started slowly but as Ann moved her hips faster, I got the message and sped up my thrusts. 




Apology Accepted



"God, Jane that's... mmm..." She purred, eyes shutting tightly. I grabbed the back of her knees, spread her wider and pumped into her harder. It wasn't long until the Spanish cursing started, warning me of her impeding climax. Before she had the chance to cum however, I pulled out of her.

Ann's eyes flew open. "What the fuck?" 

I rolled over and lied down next to her, and then I gestured to the toy, glistening with her juices. Understanding filled her face and she quickly mounted me, sighing as its length slid back into her. As she rode me, I played with her breasts, pinching her nipples and kneading her flesh. Ann was approaching her sexual peak once more when the bedside phone rang. She didn't even bother slowing her movements but I managed to look right and check the caller ID.

"It's Kate," I informed, "It could be something about the kids."

She slowed the motion of her hips to a stop with a grumble. "Answer it."

I grabbed the phone and pressed talk, making an effort to sound normal as I said, "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Kate. I didn't want to bother you but Andy had some sort of bad dream and begged me to call you two. I'll give him the phone." 

A few seconds later his small voice came on the line. "Mommy?"

"Hi baby, it's mama."

Ann looked at me questioningly and I mouthed that Andrew had a bad dream.

My son cried on the other end, "The monster gonna get me, mama, I wanna go home."

"Andy, baby, nothing is going to get you. Why don't you ask Kate to keep the light on and the door open?"

"No, I wanna go home." He repeated.

"What's going on?" Ann whispered, I could tell she was getting antsy to start again. 

I moved the phone away from my face. "He wants to come home."

She ran her hands down my body and tweaked my nipples. "He can't." I reached up and tweaked her nipple in return. She moaned softly and rolled her hips once.

I brought the phone back to my ear. "Listen, Andy, if you come home you can't go have fun with Robbie and Julie tomorrow, they're going to Chuck 'E' Cheese, you know?" 

The silence told me he was making a decision. Finally he said, "Okay, mama, I'll stay."

"That's my boy, your mommies love you. Now give the phone back to Kate."

I waited for a moment. "Hey?"

"Yeah, can you just cut the light on and sit with him until he falls back to sleep? I hope he didn't wake Robbie."

"That's not a problem and no Robbie is still sound asleep."

"Also can you take them to Chuck 'E' Cheese tomorrow? We'll pay you back; I just had to bribe him so he'd want to stay."

"Well it's no secret what you two are doing right now." Kate laughed. "Sure I'll take them, not a problem. You two have a good night."

I smiled, "Thanks, Kate, night." I hung up and put the phone back. Then I placed my hands on Ann's hips. "Now, where were we?"

"What did my sister say?" Ann asked, her hips resuming their delicious circles again.

"She said she'd take them to Chuck 'E' Cheese." I moved my hips in time with hers. "She also said she knows what we're doing right now."

"She is so..." her words trailed off as her eyes closed and she groaned softly. "Fuck, this is driving me crazy... it feels so good."

I sat up and brought my lips to hers. Our tongues met and we kissed with vigor. My arms encircled her waist, encouraging her movements as her hands tangled themselves in my dark tresses, holding me in our kiss. I felt that feeling in my belly grow and began helping Ann move with more speed. We came together, our moans joining together in some sort of sexual melody. 

"Damn, that was incredible." I mused, falling back into the pillows.

Ann collapsed on top of me, the toy still inside of her. She kissed my cheek and nuzzled my neck. "You're incredible."

"Oh, that's just the sex talking." We both laughed.

After a few minutes had passed, I finally took the harness off and threw it to the side. Ann took off her thigh-highs, the only garment of clothing that survived the night, then grabbed my wrist and said, "Come cuddle me." I did so without complaints. 

The sun that entered through the crack in the curtain woke me the next morning. I opened my eyes slowly and was met with those brown eyes I love so much. We smiled simultaneously.

"Hey, beautiful." I spoke first.

"Hi, gorgeous." She replied.

My smile grew as I asked, "Apology accepted?"

She leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss. "Definitely."



Apology to the One I Loved & Hurt



I think Elton John said it best: "Sorry seems to be the hardest word."

A couple of months ago I posted a story on here called Dear Journal. I never should have done so. What I posted was an actual transcript from my MSN messenger between myself and someone I dearly love. I posted that story because I was angry at him and it was the only transcript I had not erased. I honestly gave no thought to him when I posted it. I wish now that I had done so.

So, what do I do to repair what I did? I'm not sure anything can be done. I can apologize for the rest of my life, and God knows I am sorry for having hurt him because, deep down, I do still love him. He didn't deserve this... he did not deserve any of the pain I ever dealt him over the 6 years we have known each other. I truly am sorry. If I could go back and change it all, I would gladly do so in a heartbeat.

Everything he said today about me when he confronted me was both true and deserved. I don't blame anyone or antyhing but myself... and at the moment I truly despise myself.

So, with all of this said, I am asking The Powers That Be to please remove the Dear Journal story and to post this one instead.

To the one I hurt: Nothing I"m doing now makes anything I did right, but I hope, in time, it will show you that I accept what I have done wrong and I want nothing more than for you to believe me when I say I never meant to hurt you or betray your trust. I truly am sorry.

Sincerely,
~L~