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At Last

By: kamala



The day has finally come when are to meet. I look out the airplane window; but, I do not see clouds. I'm lost in my memories of our chats, emails, and phone calls. Eight months of conversation lead finally to our first meeting. After talking for so long we both were ready for more; but I can't help but still feel nervous. There was a small part of me that was afraid that you wouldn't want to be with me. 

The feel of the wheels hitting the ground brings me back to reality as my flight lands. As soon as I saw your face, I knew that I had no reason to be afraid. Your expression tells me that you really do think that I am a Big Beautiful Woman. The conversation still flowed between us, the vibes were right and the attraction was undeniable. Before I know it, we are at your place. 

You allow me to freshen up after my flight while you mix us a couple of drinks. When I come out to rejoin you, I can tell that you approve of the change. I slipped into a light and thin button down dress. You can see the print of my nipples through the fabric and it's turning you on. You greet me with a long wet kiss...the kind we've both been wanting for so long. 

We adjourn to the couch. We talk, drink, laugh, and whisper sweet nothings to each other. It feels so, so good to finally be able hear your voice while I look into your eyes and rest within your arms. I can feel your desire and you can feel mine. The sexual tension is at its peak...

I say, "Maybe we shouldn't, you know that I have never done this before. I don't want to disappoint you." You whisper, "Relax. You know that I only want to please you...just as you want to please me. That's all we need to know for now. Don't worry." You take my hand in yours and press it against your chest. 

I smile and lean forward, looking deep into your eyes. You cup my face in your hands, bringing me closer to you, bringing my lips closer to yours. You place a soft gentle kiss on my mouth. "Your lips are so soft," you whisper. You trace the outline of my mouth with your thumb and graze the tips of my lips. You chew, suck, and gently bite my bottom lip and part my lips with yours, slowly bringing your tongue into my mouth. I can feel your tongue searching for mine. When they meet, they slow dance together. You lace your arms around my neck and I let myself go completely as we embrace and kiss again and again passionately. "Mmmm," I think to myself. "I can't get enough of your soft, slow, long, wet kisses."

Now you're nibbling on my ear lobe and letting your tongue make a wet trail down my neck, sucking softly on my skin. One of your hands is moving down to feel my breast and the other moving down to cup my ass. I let out a soft moan as you explore me. With one hand I begin to unbutton your shirt and my other hand is moving up and down the length of your back.

We both want each other so bad, but we are moving in slow motion to savor the feeling. Somehow while still entangled, we make our way to the bedroom. You walk up to the stereo and put in a tape. When you turn around, you see me moving to the rhythm of the song. You make me feel so sexy and so sensuous, I can't resist moving to the seductive sounds of the music playing.

You watch as the dress I'm wearing molds my figure and all my curves as I dance for you. "You are so beautiful, Erin." The desire in your eyes is intense as you watch me begin to unbutton my dress - all the while looking at you watching me.

The top of the dress is unbuttoned and you can see the top of my breasts and when I move my arm, you can see part of my nipples. You're so aroused and I want you so much now, I am no longer afraid. You begin to walk towards me, but I shake my head no. I want you to continue watching as I tease you. I want to make you want me the way that I want you...more than any other person before me.

"Do you want me?" I ask. My hand is caressing my stomach, moving slowly up to my breasts. I open the dress more to reveal both breasts. I lower my eyes and make circular path on my nipples with my fingers. My other hand is slowly making its way between my legs.

You do not answer out loud. Your eyes give the answer. You just watch me breathlessly, wanting to feel me. I ask you again, "Do you want me? Do you want it?" You finally answer "Yes, I want you. I want to taste you all over" as you walk towards me

To be continued??

Please let me know what you think.

At Last



Well this was a first.

This had started with one of those conversations that couples have – well some couples. My wife and I were talking about first sexual experiences. Not the typical “when did you first have sex” type of firsts, we’d exhausted that vein long ago. This was more along the lines of what had we done with others that we would like to do with each other – those kinds of firsts.

That one conversation had continued into discussions that finally resulted in plans. Specifically, vacation plans to enjoy with each another what had previously been enjoyed with only others. So here we are in the middle of what had become a vacation filled with firsts: our first visit to a nude beach, our first walking around nude at a nude beach. These were all part of the plan. What was unplanned was our first experience of seeing people having sex in public, and our first time having sex in a public place. An event we found incredibly arousing.

This particular first, tonight’s first, was sort of a spur-of-the-moment-we-really-were-just-walking-
by-and-it’s-our-first-visit-to-a-strip club first. We were barely inside when they were announcing an amateurs’ only strip contest.

I guess that made it an ‘open pole night.’

I mentioned to my wife the potential for more firsts. She thought I was just teasing; I managed to convince her otherwise. I persuaded her that we were on vacation, nobody we knew was here and it would definitely be a first, a first for us both, but especially a first for her. 

My wife gripped my arm. I thought for a moment that she was going to pull me right out of there. Instead she pulled us to a table and we sat down. Our drinks came with us and were soon replaced by fresh ones. 

The decibel level in the club increased and the contest began.

We watched as one girl after the other took her turn and her chances on stage. Neither of us was impressed with the first girl. She appeared to be rather drunk and seemed to think that flashing her large naked breasts was good enough.

My wife actually liked the way the second girl danced remarking that this one was at least aware that dance involved rhythm. I was aware that the second girl stripped down to nothing; I didn’t tell my wife that.

The third and fourth contestants were rated by us as somewhere between the first and second girls. I told my wife she had a better body and better moves then any of the girls so far. 

The fifth girl didn’t even get down to her bra and panties before she lost her nerve and left the stage. 

That left a long pause in the program while they prepared for the next dancer. The club girls working the tables and the bars didn’t seem to mind as they took up the slack. My fourth Scotch had just been delivered when the music stopped. Which was kind of a relief, as the endlessly pounding dance music had gotten more then a little tiresome. 

I looked around the room and noticed that some guys were getting lap dances and similar stuff. I would’ve loved to get my ‘first’ but with my wife off to the ladies room I didn’t think she’d appreciate returning to find some naked woman grinding her naked butt into my lap.

The lights in the room dimmed suddenly and loud catcalls filled the room as a hundred pairs of eyes re-focused on the stage curtain. The MC thanked the crowd for their patience and then announced the next girl – my wife had yet to return and my stomach tightened.

“Our next entry in tonight’s amateur hour is a hot little housewife looking to play while hubby’s away. Let’s hear it for Sultry Sexy Sonia…”

Sultry Sexy Sonia? None of the other dancers had fancy names, another first.

Lush strings filled the speakers. I recognized the song immediately, At Last by Etta James. The curiosity level in the room trebled, clearly this was something new.

A bare right leg slowly emerged through the curtains until it was revealed right up to the hip. A bare right arm followed. They both slowly disappeared and then a bare left leg and a bare left arm were revealed and then removed. At the exact moment that Etta sung the words “At last…” the curtains were thrown aside and Sonia stepped out onto the stage. The place went wild.

Sonia was wearing an electric blue Lycra dress that looked like she had been dipped in it. The front of the dress went from mid-thigh all the way to her neck. The back of the dress, such as it was, stopped just below the dimples of her lower back. The material clung to her curves intimately. You could see every bump and hollow of her body clearly. The knowledge that she was wearing bra and panties underneath the dress merely enhanced the effect. I was stunned.

Sonia moved in a way that was completely different then any of the previous girls. They had all danced frenetically about - seemingly all too self-conscious of the venue and the audience. Sonia danced as if she was alone in her room and we were all voyeurs looking in through a bedroom window. She moved…no, she oozed around the stage.

She preened as if before a mirror, grabbing the hem of her dress and alternately holding one side down while lifting the opposite side up as high as the material would permit. The guys near the edge of the stage were craning their heads trying to look up her dress. Up and down the dress went until the stage side crowd seemed to be frothing at the mouth.

Unfortunately, at least as far as I was concerned, “At Last” is a fairly short song and as it ended, so did Sultry Sexy Sonia’s dance. With the final note still hanging in the room she was standing straight legged and bent over at her waist sticking her butt out towards the crowd. She looked over her shoulder and winked.

She hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing and yet the state of arousal in the room was palpable. I figured she was done as she stood facing the crowd and bowed deeply.

Then the music started again, only it wasn’t lush strings this time. A heart stopping bass line caused the noise level in the room to ratchet upwards. 

I think Sultry Sexy Sonia thought she was done too, because she looked confused for just a moment. She seemed to be thinking about what she should do next. Whether it was the music, the cheers (I had yelled, ‘Take it off!’ as loudly as anyone else), the alcohol or who knows what Sultry Sexy Sonia began to respond. 

Her eyes brightened, her hips began to sway.

Whoa - Sultry Sexy Sonia had decided to strip.

She strutted to the edge of the stage and squatted down with her back to most of the audience. She looked over her shoulder and lifted her hair off her neck revealing where the straps were tied together. Willing hands reached up to untie the bow. As the man behind her was untying the bow she slowly spread her knees apart and a small group of men at the far end of the stage cheered loudly as they obviously got a clear look up her dress. With the top released she stood and began to peel the material down her body.

It was clear from the moment she began to strip that she was as aroused as the crowd. Her nipples looked like they were trying to escape from their confinement. She peeled her dress down to her nipples - then she paused and seemed to tug harder and harder.

Sonia was wearing a strapless bra that was nearly transparent. Her areolas were clearly visible and yet her dress was apparently caught on her erect nipples. She kept tugging on the dress and then seemed to give up. She walked to two guys and knelt before them; whispering into their ears. They nodded vigorously with each one taking hold of a strap of her dress. Sonia placed a hand on each of their shoulders and counted off “one…two…three…pull!” The front of the dress was peeled down to her hips. She moved her hands to the back of their heads and pulled their faces into her breasts. Her eyes flew open in amazement and her head bobbled back and forth.

Sonia rapidly stood and stepped back. Her bra was wet with saliva and her nipples looked even bigger. There was a brilliant blush across her chest.

There was a loud clamor from a part of the stage that she hadn’t spent much time with. She walked right to the edge of the stage and planted her feet with her hands on her hips. A blind man could have read her lips, “Well?”

A hand reached out and took hold of the hanging material of her dress and began to pull downward. It unpeeled with an excruciating slowness. A cheer rang out when the top of her thong appeared. Howls erupted as the crack of her ass came into view. The dress cleared the width of her hips and moved more quickly down until it pooled at her feet. The group in front of her went berserk; she smiled and nodded her head at them. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it off the stage.

Sonia turned and walked slowly along the edge of the stage from one side to the other. The rest of the room went berserk as they soon saw what the first group had seen. The front of her thong was as transparent as her bra (visualize something similar to Saran Wrap).

She might not yet be naked but she was already bare. Not only could you see the cleft of her swollen cunt lips and a very prominent clitoral hood; you could see her glistening inner thighs too. Sultry Sexy Sonia was very very aroused.

Sonia reached her arms overhead and did an exaggerated stretch as she arched her chest forward. The effect was instantaneous as the bra rode up with her and the bottom half of her breasts slipped out – almost. Those damn nipples of hers!

When she completed her stretch she looked down and readjusted her bra into place, only she pulled it down a little too far and her breasts slipped out of the top – almost. Those damn nipples again!

This tug of war went back and forth until the room was worked up into a near frenzy. Walking to the edge again she sat down. Sonia beckoned a man from the tables behind the front row and motioned for him to properly adjust her bra for her. He reached into the top of the bra and was clearly in contact with her nipples. She looked at him with an expression of exasperation. He tugged at the bra and managed to pull it up – and over her nipples. His hands were slapped away.

Sonia crawled on her hands and knees to a different part of the stage with her breasts hanging free. She swung her legs into a seated position and beckoned another man forward. Motioning in a number of different ways that she wanted him to get her breasts back into her bra where they belong. He must have pushed and tucked and tried for a good minute with no apparent success. Her expression went from hopeful to frustration to downright suspicious. Sonia sent him back to his seat and moved to another part of the stage.

Three more men valiantly attempted and yet failed miserably in getting her breasts back in her bra. Sonia moved and beckoned again – only this time two women stepped up to her. She pointed out the locations of all the men and shook her head dismissively. Sonia bent forward and the women immediately began to kiss and suck her breasts and nipples until her eyes went wide in shock then rolling upwards in delight.

Sonia’s mouth opened wide and her brow wrinkled. The guys near her started screaming as they looked down – past her breasts and past the two women suckling her. Her face was a mask of pleasured intensity – damn, the women had to be feeling her up. She started gasping for breath and then she cried out above the tumult. The place exploded in noise.

Sonia inched back from the edge of the stage. Her bra was now gone (when had that happened?) and her nipples stuck out like two red thumbs, her breasts were swollen and mottled with coloration. She was scuttling backwards on her hands and feet as she edged away from the crowd at the stage. It was clear just exactly what had happened. Her thong was pulled to one side and her exposed cunt was wet and open.

Sitting in the middle of the stage Sonia put her hand on her head as if in utter disbelief as to what had just happened. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She struggled to her feet while neglecting to re-position her thong (much to the delight of all in attendance). She stood wavering on her feet as if not knowing what to do next.

I watched in utter fascination as her face reflected the inner conflict she was so obviously experiencing. You could see clearly how she paused on a thought as she considered it. Then she seemed to be thinking about something else.

I recalled earlier in the evening when I’d seen the waitresses giving guys lap dances at their tables. This seemed to be an ideal opportunity. I gather my courage and shouted out above the din, “How about a Lap Dance Sonia? You’d be our first!”

Sonia looked in my direction as the crowd took up the chant, “Lap Dance! Lap Dance!”

When she reached her decision it was first revealed in her eyes, then her face and finally expressed through her body. She talked to someone back stage and walked back to the front of the stage.

“First time it is. I need a virgin. Is there a virgin in the house?”

A cheer went up fron a corner of the room and a surge toward the stage moved forward from there. A group of servicemen came to the front, and young man was body surfed up and onto the stage. 

He looked pretty drunk. 

He looked pretty young.

He was clearly very embarrassed. 

Sonia turned him around and moved behind him. She pressed her breasts into his back as she reached around to unbutton his shirt. She peeled it slowly off of him revealing a pretty good physique. She rubbed the front of his trousers outlining the very erect cock within. The crowd and his buddies went crazy.

A high back chair had been placed in front of the curtain and Sonia moved the boy to it. She placed his feet in front on the legs and bent over to tie his ankles to the chair. The resulting cheer reminded her that she had NOT repositioned her thong. A collective groan went up as her hand appeared between her legs and pulled it into place.

Once the boy was secure she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His tented white boxers raised a howl of approval. She pushed him back into the chair then climbed onto him rubbing her breasts into his face. His hands were on the arms on the chair until she placed one on her ass and moved the other one between them. She spread her legs apart. Was he fingering her? 

Her back arched and she rubbed her body against his. She slid back and stood slowly. She turned around and pressed her butt onto his lap rubbing across his tented skivvies. She paused, looked over her shoulder and said something to him.

Evidently the back of her thong had a snap, which he released so that the front of the thong was hanging down like a loincloth. She walked around behind him and tied his arms to the chair back. Sonia shifted the chair around so that the back faced the room. Grabbing the top of the chair back she pulled the chair down to the floor. The kid was in a seated position on his back like some kind of misplaced astronaut.

She stood over him so that he was looking right up at her cunt.

Squatting down onto his face the material of her thong obstructed the view of what was going on. The expression on her face was unmistakable; though I’d never seen it before. He was eating her out. 

She was the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen. Even though my own arousal was tinted with jealousy I was enthralled by the performance before me.

Sonia cried out again as her whole body trembled and shook. She slumped forward and crawled off of his face. Responding to her request a stagehand came out and lifted the chair upright. Between her crawling forward and the chair being lifted the kid looked up into space, his face was wet with her orgasm.

She moved in front of him and cleaned his face. She kissed his cheek softly and whispered in his ear – he nodded. She looked at him closely and asked him again, the word “virgin” was plain enough to see. Again he nodded.

She looked in my direction. I knew that she couldn’t possibly see me through the stage lights; yet she was looking right at me. We had talked about this, we had joked about this, I had teased her repeatedly about this; about never having been a guy’s first experience of sex. She was going to do it. It was speak now or forever accept what was about to happen.

My own voice caught in my throat. That wasn’t the case with the rest of the room.

She climbed onto his lap straddling his legs. She reached between their bodies. She faced him eye to eye and lowered her hips down. Heads were craning and moving throughout the room to try and see just exactly was happening. Her face reflected her experience. His groan expressed his.

The room became strangely quiet. In the silence, faintly at first then growing louder.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Slurp.

She was fucking him – son of a bitch – she was actually fucking the kid! She had to be, you couldn’t fake that! Could you?

The sounds grew louder and closer together. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

Her higher pitched whine – “huh…huh…huh”, was soon joined with his lower pitch grunt.

In a room filled with people it was absolutely quiet save for the “slurp”, “huh” and “ungh” of their fucking.

His grunts grew louder and closer together – and then he came with a roar, there wasn’t any doubt.

For a moment – for a very brief moment – it was completely and utterly quiet.

And then it was total pandemonium – yells, screams, whistles, clapping – it was off the scale.

My eyes were riveted on the stage. 

I saw Sonia lift her hips from his and then she melted down between his legs her head was in his lap – was she cleaning him? She untied his bonds and knelt at his feet, her head resting on his knees.

The kid – no the man, freshly made, stood up and pulled Sultry Sexy Sonia to her feet. He touched her face with a shy gentleness and he kissed her on each cheek. 

When he turned the grin plastered across his face said it all; a tremendous cheer rang out. He shuffled to the edge of the stage and jumped off into the waiting throng. A number of girls joined his group and it seemed very likely that his night was just beginning.

I turned back to the stage and she was gone –Sultry Sexy Sonia was nowhere to be seen. My heart was pounding in curiosity, arousal and disbelief.

I felt two hands pull me towards the door; my wife was ready to go. For that matter so was I.

During the infinitely long time it took to walk back to our hotel we were silent at first. It wasn’t until we turned the corner that I was able to speak; although I didn’t say much.

“You are one amazing woman.” I paused. “I mean that I really do.”

I could tell that wasn’t what she wanted to hear but I didn’t know if I could say what she needed to hear - what she needed me to say. So I kissed her. I stopped her, turned her to me and I kissed her. And I realized that she had never kissed the kid on the lips! I don’t know if I was fooling myself or what, but that made all the difference in the world.

“I love you Sonia. I love you with all my heart. You were so brave up there, weren’t you afraid?”

“I was so scared. I couldn’t seem to stop. I was listening for you to tell me to, I really was. You have to believe me. I never…”

“I didn’t want you to stop. I’m glad you didn’t stop. I...”

My beautiful sexy sultry wife silenced me with a kiss. We walked in that silence back to our hotel.

Safely in our room my wife pleaded exhaustion; I agreed with her that we’d had a very full day. She had every right to be exhausted. I was still very aroused.

Arousal triumphed over exhaustion that night – three times it triumphed.

Another first.



At Last



So far the sex that afternoon had been fairly standard for us. She had stroked and sucked my cock for several minutes and I had eaten her pussy while sliding her favorite vibrator into her ass until she had three or four strong orgasms. After giving her time to revel in the afterglow of her cumming, she once again began rubbing my dick paying particular attention to my small slit with her thumb. She knew that drove me crazy and replaced her thumb with her tongue. 

My cock was fully erect when I asked her, “How about a pony ride?”

Without hesitation she swung her leg over me and placed my hard, glistening cock at the opening of her pussy. I moaned as she lowered herself onto my shaft until her ass cheeks came in contact with my balls. Her canal gently squeezed my buried rod and she was a bit tighter than usual as was mostly the case after she’d gotten her rocks off. Moving in a much-practiced rhythm she began to ride me lifting nearly off my pole and then with the head just in her pussy, sliding back down again to the base.

This went on for several minutes but I knew there was no danger of me getting off in a hurry, I could go like this for about as long as I wanted. Reaching up, I took a tit in each hand and pulled her down until she was resting against my chest. With my lips next to her ear I whispered, “I want your hot rosebud.”

Dismounting me like a horse, my cock popped from her pussy. She reached across me scooping a glob from the jar of Vaseline I used previously on the vibe I had stuck up her ass. Taking her time she made sure my cock was covered in the grease sticking her fingers back in the jar to place more on the head and used the bit left on her fingers in her already slippery rear opening. Over me once again, she reached between her legs and positioned my quivering cock at the small brown opening of her virgin asshole. Twelve years of frustration was coming to an end as her backdoor relaxed as it had many times before for the seven inch vibrator and she lowered her hottest, tightest hole onto my cock. After slight resistance at the outer muscle ring, my dick slid in up to the hilt. She sat very still getting used to the larger dimensions until her inner muscles began rippling up and down the length of my dick.

Like I said, twelve years of frustration and fantasizing. This woman had driven my nearly crazy trying to find a way to get my cock in that incredible asshole. From the very start she had loved having her little shitter stimulated. It began with my finger sliding in as I ate her pussy. The first time she climaxed immediately and was embarrassed by the whole thing. She was twenty-five at the time and I’m sure it was her first orgasm.

I continued using my fingers on her and she kept cumming. I introduced her to a small vibrator and the woman about went nuts. She damn near drown me in pussy juice and almost broke my nose with her hips bouncing off the bed. She quickly graduated to the seven-inch vibe and just sucked the shiny, red plastic up her ass. I swear she has a clitoris up that hole. But never would she let me stick my cock in her most sensitive hole. I tried reason, begging, threats, alcohol, you name it, I probably tried it.

The answer to my dilemma came from an unexpected source—the Internet. While checking out one of my favorite porn sites I came across an ad for a site featuring erotic stories. Having always been a fan of the written word, I checked it out. Cruising through some stories about my favorite subject, ass fucking, I came across one about some nerd using hypnosis to fuck every babe on campus in the ass. I mulled the idea over for a couple of days thinking of the possibilities. Finding information on the subject was easy. Going to my favorite search engine I just entered hypnosis and got thousands of hits. After checking out some authors I chose one and downloaded an e-book.

I read through the material a couple of times and decided to start on myself first. I needed to lose about thirty pounds, stop smoking and wanted to gain better control over my sexual performance. Using the self- hypnosis techniques I was soon losing the weight and had met my initial goal of only four or five cigarettes a day. These developments made me feel much better and I began an exercise program. After three months I was in the best shape I had been in years. I’m not sure if it was the hypnosis or my improvement in general health but I was also fucking like a twenty year-old.

Now all I had to do was convince her to let me try to hypnotize her. Strangely enough it took no convincing at all. Naturally she had noticed the changes in me. I had spoken of getting in shape for the last couple of years but had failed miserably in the self-control department. Now she was asking me how I had done it. I explained how my newfound will power had come from a $30 e-book about hypnosis. Before I could try to sell her on the idea of trying it, she asked me if I could hypnotize her to help her lose ten pounds. I suggested we wait a few days until the weekend to give me a chance to study some more.

Saturday finally arrived and I planned the morning around her pleasures. It started with my bringing her to several intense orgasms with my tongue and the ever-trusty red vibe up her ass but this time I wouldn’t let her reciprocate by getting me off. I took her out to breakfast at her favorite restaurant and then out antique shopping, another of her favorite past-times. Early that afternoon we had our first hypnosis session. I followed the suggestions in the e-book. She sat in a comfortable chair with her eyes closed as I spoke to her in a gentle, calming voice telling her to relax and listen to nothing but my words. After a few minutes of this I instructed her to count slowly to one hundred in her head. With each number she was to become more and more relaxed. 

She appeared to be sleeping after thirty seconds. I asked if she could hear me. She quietly responded she could. I then used a couple of tests to determine if she was indeed hypnotized. I explained her arm was very heavy and then asked her to raise it. Struggling for several seconds, she gave up saying she couldn’t do it. I next brought some glass cleaner from the kitchen. I told her she was unable to smell anything. Spraying the glass cleaner on my hand, I brought it near her nose and she showed no reaction. Convinced she was truly under, I suggested that she would no longer crave sweets but instead would want fresh fruit or a granola bar. I told her I was going to wake her on the count of three and she would feel relaxed and very invigorated. I also told she would reenter her state of hypnosis when I told her to sleep. Counting to three her eyes opened and she told me she felt great.

Before she could say anything more I told her to sleep. Instantly, she flopped back into the chair. It was now time to try my plan for anal ecstasy. Rather than just tell her she was going to let me fuck her in the ass I went for the problem behind her refusals. It was as I had figured all along. She was afraid it was going to be painful and deep down her religious upbringing had convinced her it was a dirty, unnatural act. Convincing her there would be no pain was easy. I suggested it would feel even better than the vibrator she so enjoyed. The other part was more troublesome. I could think of no way to undo all those years of conditioning and decided I would just order her that anything that felt so good couldn’t be sinful when it was happening between two people that loved each other. Before bringing her out of it again I told her that every time I made a clicking noise with my tongue she would become aroused. The more times I clicked, the more aroused she would become. She would hear this noise but not recognize it came from me. I also told her she would remember nothing but wake completely refreshed as if from a long nap.

On three she opened her eyes again and asked me if she had been hypnotized. When I told her yes she asked why she couldn’t recall anything. I clicked my tongue twice. Instantly, her nipples got hard and she began squirming in the chair. I clicked my tongue twice more and she stuck her hand down her pants and began rubbing her crotch. Two more clicks and her pants and panties were coming off and she was plunging three fingers into her own pussy. I removed her hand and replaced it with my tongue. She had three orgasms in the next five minutes and a fourth huge one that shook her entire body when I slid two of my fingers up her ass.

This got us to the point of her sliding her asshole up and down my cock. It had been years since my prick had been enveloped in the hot, slick sheath of a rectum. To make the moment last I placed myself almost in a state of suspension. I could still feel every detail but now my cock was under control. She settled into an easy pace for several minutes until she began to build to an incredible orgasm. The closer she got, the harder she ass fucked my cock. Reaching the peak, she placed her fingers on her clitoris and began rubbing hard. Her orgasm was the strongest of her life and damn near squeezed my dick off. As she lay on top of me and her rectal muscles relaxed a bit, those muscles literally milked what felt like a quart of cum from my cock.

Since that Saturday, I have hypnotized her two or three times a week. She would swallow once in a while as a special treat, she now loves the taste of my cum. I have found out that I was indeed the first to ever get her off all those years ago. I have fucked her in the ass in every position I could think of and she loves it. My favorite is with her on her stomach with a pillow under her hips. I’m able to penetrate deeply, control the strokes and she can masturbate without straining. Her favorite may sound sick to some but it drives her wild. She is always at her horniest during the heaviest days of her period. I draw the line at eating bloody pussy but we now have an even better way for her to get off. After a shower and a tampon, my greased up cock isn’t in her ass thirty seconds before she starts to cum repeatedly.

That’s my story and needless to say, I’m a very happy man. I’m fifty years old, fucking like I’m twenty and in a wonderful pussy and asshole now. She lost fifteen pounds and loves the fact she has one more way of pleasing both herself and me. My other fantasy has been to have a threesome with the hot looking woman that lives next door. I’m sure she could benefit from hypnosis and the good wife is explaining this to her as I write this. I think another chapter is going to need to be written.



At Last



For years she had just laughed at the idea. We had been married for ten years before I ever mentioned the fantasy to her. To watch her with another man. At the time I know it was purely fantasy but even then I found that it was exciting to talk about. And all she did was to laugh at the idea.

Why would I ever want another man was her response. I love you and this is all I need. I know that we had incredible sex that night. 

As the years went by I mentioned the idea, not continually, but regularly and her answer was always the same. The suggestion to me however became more and more of an intense desire as time went by. I never REALLY thought it could ever happen but I entertained the fantasy and developed several scenarios to play it out as well. It seemed to always be on my mind and would not go away.

One night in bed, I detailed every step of the fantasy to her and she finally knew that it was a very strong desire in my mind. She gave her usual response, laughing and teasing but she knew at last how consumed I had become with the idea. I felt then for the first time that she truly considered doing it, that I was not just joking and what the implications might be.

I never in my heart believed that she would go through with it, but never lost hope that someday, at the right time, in the right place, with the right person, it might. I also knew how scared, how excited I would be if it ever did. It had grown to be my most intense personal erotic and sensual fantasy.

We have been married for twenty four years....our 25th is coming up next summer. We are in love as much as two people can be. She is my best friend and my lover. This in fact is the crux of the matter. I love her, and trust her completely. In my mind, what I want, I look at as a gift, from me to her. A night of pure sexuality, eroticism, sensuality, no recriminations, just excitement and fun. Her entire being devoted to sex and not restrained by a need for love and tenderness. A night of receiving. For her, there is the fear of messing up the wonderful bond that we have between us. Maybe she does not trust me as much as I trust her?

Lynn is 47 years old and looks 30. Her clothes are the same size as when we were married ( as are my own ). She is 5-3, 110 pounds, with a small frame, even petite. She has short brown hair, brown eyes and would be described as cute, rather than as beautiful. She has a tiny figure, 34B and curves in to her waist and out to her hips. Soft skin, and small graceful hands. As desirable now as when we first met.

She is very popular with men and women alike. She is always smiling and laughing, a friend to all. At the same time she is intensely shy, while being outgoing at the same time, if that makes sense at all.

I am the only man she has been to bed with. That is a part of my desire as well, for her to experience another man. Sometimes I think I am weird and I am sure that she must think so as well *grin*.

So now you understand the background.

And now you can share in my surprise.

We were at a staff party for her office. She is a nurse and they have regular get togethers that we usually attend. This was at another nurses cottage at the shore and there were probably ten other couples there, all of whom we have known for years. Lynns friend who invited us also had her brother, Greg, visiting from across the country. He was 30 years old.

Through the evening we seemed to be spending a lot of time with him, talking and just shooting the breeze, and by nights end it was if we were old friends just reunited after a long absence. As we were preparing to be on our way, he invited us to join him for dinner the next evening as he had enjoyed our company so much. I looked at Lynn and she immediately agreed and we set a time for early the next evening at a very nice restaurant in town. At that, we left and went our separate ways.

In the car on the drive home Lynn was talkative and excited, saying how she had had a good time, and enjoyed Gregs company and how tomorrows dinner should be fun too. This was so unlike her that I listened closely and when her hand snaked over and lay on my thigh while I was driving, just below my crotch, I began to have serious thoughts about possibilities for tomorrows evening plans.

At home, after showering and a light drink we were snuggled in bed and I brought up my fantasy again. She held me even closer and this time she did not laugh at the idea nor dismiss it out of hand.

Are you serious about that? she asked. Really serious? How would you REALLY feel if I did that?, she asked, looking up at me.

I knew that this time she was serious too, and the butterflies in my stomach just about caused me to feel ill.

Well Lynn, I have talked about it so much and thought about it so much, that I would be a fool to say that I did not want to see it happen. But I am scared and excited at the same time. Are you thinking about Greg, I asked?

You know I have thought about your fantasy a lot since you first mentioned it. And I never really thought about it seriously, but tonight I thought that if it ever were to happen, Greg might be the right person...., she looked up at me with a question in her eyes.

Would you like to go to dinner with him tomorrow and see what you decide , I asked.?

Lets do that and I'll think about it. Kiss me, hard, she said.

I loved her more right then than I had ever in my whole life. I lay awake afterwards while she slept like a baby. I cuddles into her and all night I know I slept little, imagining.

The following day seemed to drag at work and when I got home after work I was on pins and needles. She had arrived home before me and was showering before going out. I went up and joined her in the shower, and her first question was Do you love me? Her second was, Do you want this to happen?

It is impossible to describe the anticipation, fear, the intense sexual feeling, and the knot in my stomach that I had when she asked me those questions. My answer was Yes Lynn, but only if you are comfortable with it and know that I love you more than anything on earth.

With that, she hugged me and replied only with, Well see then. She stepped out of the shower ahead of me. I turned the water to cold.

When I went into the bedroom to dress, she was wearing a simple black dress, cut well above the knee, but tastefully so, and with a scoop neck. Her gold chain was her only jewellry and she was a picture of beauty.

On the way to the restaurant we spoke only of inconsequential things but there was an underlying tension that we both knew was there from what might lie ahead. I was harder than I had been in a long long time.

Greg was there ahead of us and rose as we entered. He shook my hand and leaned forward to give Lynn a kiss on the cheek and she immediately (accidentally?) turned and received the kiss on her lips. Greg looked flustered but we sat down to enjoy the coming meal.

Greg ordered a bottle of wine and we drank it while enjoying most delightful conversation. He was a computer programmer and claimed to be a confirmed bachelor. Lynn asked about his girlfriends and he replied that he enjoyed playing around with many women but no one woman in particular. Maybe it was the wine or maybe intentional, but he explained how he enjoyed married women as they presented a challenge. With that comment, Lynn let a smile cross her face and she nodded at me. knowing what that meant.

Following a super meal we were enjoying liquors when Lynn asked Greg if he would like to accompany us home for a nightcap. He readily agreed and we were soon off and headed for home. She volunteered to drive with him to show him the way and he was quick to accept the offer.

We arrived home and settled in the den, loosening our ties and Lynn volunteered to get us drinks. When she returned with them she passed me mine, and settled in beside Greg on the couch.

With little preamble she explained my fantasy to him and her agreement to go along with it, providing that she found someone she was comfortable with. She said that he was proving to be very comfortable with him and that she would like to make love with him, now and here.

Greg looked at me with pure delight showing on his face and a question in his eyes. I nodded my agreement to him at the same time as my stomach felt as if it would turn inside out. I was terrified! But I was so excited I could barely contain it.

Lynn reached and took his glass before going to the stereo and putting on a Celine Dion CD. She looked at me, walked over to Greg, took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Her arms went around him and she snuggled in close and began to dance. Her hands traced his back and her forehead fit closely into his neck. Greg needed no more encouragement and soon his hands were wandering across the nape of her neck, down her back and tracing over her ass, lifting her dress so slightly as he did so. He leaned down towards her face and she rose hers to meet him and they began an intimate, long, slow and deep kiss. I could see their tongues moving and probing. Her eyes were closed.

Greg stepped back from her and turned her so that she was facing me and he was behind her. He reached for the zipper at the back and slowly lowered it as far as it would go. He took the shoulders of the dress and lowered them ever so slowly downwards and her dress slid quietly to the floor. She stood still as she felt it fall. There she was dressed only in her black bra and panties with her dressed crumpled in a heap at her feet. Almost nude in front of me with another man undressing her. He slid his arms around her and cupped her small breasts over her bra. He slipped his hand into the top and I knew he was touching her nipple. She melted back into his arms.

He stepped back again and undid the clasp on her bra from behind, slipping the straps over her shoulders and let it fall to join her dress on the floor. He turned her, kissed her again and lowered his mouth to her now erect and perky nipple, tracing it with his tongue and then enveloping it into his mouth, sucking on it. She threw her head back to offer herself to his lips, and she let out a little sigh of contentment.

Where is the bedroom he asked?

She took his hand and led him up the stairs. I followed meekly, now feeling like an intruder, but I was not going to stay behind.

In the room, I sat on our chair. She reached up and took off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest, tracing her fingertips over his nipples before treating them to her tongue. Running her tongue down lower as she dropped to her knees, she left a trace of saliva down his stomach and she took his belt buckle and ever so slowly opened it, unzipped him and reached her little hand inside the opening. He let out a groan as her hand found his cock. She dropped his pants to the floor and took his cock through his underwear, kissing its outline. She pulled his underwear down, exposing his cock to her view and she gently, tentatively licked its head, before engulfing it.

He fell back onto the bed, and pulled her up with him. Tossing her lightly onto her back, he raised her legs straight up in the air and peeled off her panties. I could see how wet she was from where I sat. She was dripping. Holding her legs up he placed his tongue at her pussy and used it to open her up fully. Pink, wet and glistening, she pushed into his mouth. Little gasps escaped from her mouth and I knew that she was into this now, no further doubts.

He worked on her pussy with his tongue and I could see how wet his face was becoming. She was laying back, enjoying the attention.

She sat up and told him to lay down on his back. Straddling him, with his back to his face and her face towards me, she lowered herself on him and slid his cock into her pussy. I will never forget the look on her face and the sight of her pussy lips separating to surround his cock and she slid down over it completely. She did this slowly and I knew that they were both very close to having orgasms.

Riding him slowly at first and then faster, she had her eyes closed most of the time but occasionally looked me straight in the face. She was enjoying this.

She used her hand to touch herself and almost immediately she began to come. Her muscles tightened, her face contorted and she rode him hard. He responded at the same time and he pumped into her, hard. They were actually rocking the bed. She came, and he came and they slowly slowed down and she sat upon him, sweat from their bodies mixing.

Ever so slowly, she rose up off of him and I could see his cum on his cock and dripping from her as she slid off. Turning, she kissed him deeply and gently, and her only words were, Wow, thank you. That was incredible.

She stepped off of the bed and kneeled in front of me, looked up at me and said, I love you. She opened my pants and took my cock into her mouth. It was only seconds before I was coming more than I ever had before, into her mouth and on her breasts. Greg was watching and smiling. She was more beautiful than ever.

We dressed, and finished off the evening with coffee and we were as relaxed as we had ever been together. It had all seemed so natural and exciting, and I had been so scared off how we would both feel afterwards.

In our bed alone later on, we made slow and passionate love together. We will do this again.



At Last



It finally happened! I finally had a thick hard cock buried up to the balls in my willing open ass! 

I've had an anal fixation for years, but my husband was afraid of hurting me, anytime we'd tried it just was too painful for me, and so we stopped trying. But I was determined and I knew that others did it and enjoyed it we must have been doing something wrong. I started reading as much as I could about ass fucking and watching as many movies as I could get my hands on. But the movies weren't really good they didn't show any prep or actual entry techniques, then I found Literotica! Wow did I learn a lot! I'd get so aroused reading the anal stories I would leave my computer and wander around the house looking for things to put in my bum.

It started out as small things, my finger, then a serving spoon handle. I tried bananas but they squashed, then I tried carrots, but they were too inflexible, hot dogs weren't stiff enough. I was at my wits end, when I decided to visit my local sex shop again and I bought my first little butt plug. I was so excited I could hardly wait to get home and shove it in my ass. My pussy was dripping wet by the time I went into my bathroom and locked the door, I took off my jeans and now soaking wet black silk thong. I shivered with delight I felt so naughty and nasty and I liked the feeling. I took the little plug out of its package and just looked at it for a minute or two while twiddling my clit, I was nearly there already. I reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of baby oil I had left from when the babies were little and poured it over the tip of the plug, I fondled it lovingly. I rubbed some of the oil onto my tight hole and with one quick stroke shoved that plug right up my ass hard.

I came on the spot; the slight pain I felt was sooooo exciting. I felt like a pig slut and I loved it. I pranced around that room bending over and looking in the mirror to see the pink stub sticking out. I kept it in all afternoon and when I finally took it out that evening my bum hurt, just a little from the stretching but I loved it. I kept flexing my ass to feel the pain, I felt so smug. I knew this was something I wanted more of.

Back to the sex store! This time I bought a very slim line vibrator with a bulbous head, not big but bigger than my fingers! Again all through the drive home I was wiggling in my seat and could hardly wait to play with my new toy. This time I climbed right into my bed and inserted my ben wah balls first and rolled my hips around feeling the balls clang around in my drenched cunt. I had purchased proper lube this time and I greased up the pole I was going to shove inside my darkest hole, I was so excited I had butterflies flapping around in my stomach. I eased the hard plastic toy slowly into my ass and realized that it was going in no problem at all! I turned on the vibrator to high and just lay there on my bed totally naked and lost in a daze of lust and cumming. I don't know how many times I came that day but it just made me more determined to have a real cock up my ass and I began training in earnest from that day on.

I made one more trip to my favorite store and bought a soft latex dildo, 10" long and 5" girth. I thought the girth was suitable for pussy or ass play, I pulled over into a parking lot behind a grocery store and tried to insert it into my pussy because I couldn't wait but it wouldn't go in. I was so disappointed but when I got home and greased it up, it slid into my pussy no problem. I had a new best friend! But I still had to get some ass action.

One morning I decided that this was it, it didn't matter how long it took me I was going to get that rubber dick high up in my ass. I lay on my side and took my time as I played lots with my pussy and clit to relax me, I pushed a well lubed finger into my waiting puckered hole. MMMmmmmmm this was nice, I rocked my hips back and forth and pretended to fuck my finger then I snuck another one in my hole. I now had two greasy fingers probing around stretching my butt hole open. I kept this up for about 10 minutes then I added a 3rd finger and then eventually a 4th I now had nearly my whole little hand in my ass and no pain at all. None. I took my tube of lube and shot some straight into my open hole and greased up the dildo ready for me. My pussy was literally dripping by this time. I eased gently and slowly just a little more I kept thinking. Finally that dildo broke through and I had it in my ass! I was so excited I wanted to jump up and tell someone. But instead I lay there stroking that rubber cock in and out of my ass. It felt so good I knew I wouldn't last long and I was right, just a few rubs on my swollen clit and I came. I came huge. 

I was truly truly in love with having that rubber cock up my ass, I had to do it every day now. I was addicted to having something huge in my ass.

Then Friday night of this weekend (its Sunday morning now) my husband and I had a few drinks and went into our room to fuck, well I finally came clean and told him I was ready for his cock in my ass and that I really wanted it. He said ok if I was sure. Was I sure? Ha ha I'd been sure for a long time but now I was ready.

I positioned myself on the floor on my hands and knees with ass presented high he oiled up fingers and opened me the way I told him I do it and soon he was poking the head of his cock into my tight sphincter. It was a little tender but no problem he was very shortly in my ass completely, his dick ramming me with his balls slamming my clit. 

I begged him to put the dildo in my pussy at the same time, I was just like a fuck machine I wanted to be the nastiest naughtiest girl in the world. He smacked my ass hard and told me to put the rubber dick in my own cunt if I wanted it so badly. Talk about nasty! Here I am on my hands and knees getting fucked hard up the ass and I am shoving a dildo into my slutty cunt. I came over and over again. Then he started talking nasty to me again telling me how great his cock looked reaming my no longer virgin asshole. He reached over to the dresser and grabbed the camera and started taking pictures of his cock in my ass. Finally he roared and came like a steam engine into my stretched and filled back door hole. 

He collapsed on me and lay there with his cock still in my ass. Mmmmm I was in heaven I only wished he could stay there long enough to piss in me but that's another fantasy and if it comes true I'll tell you all about it!



At Last



“Oh my God!” I whispered, as I arched my hips into his very talented mouth. He hooked arms over my hips and pulled me closer. He nibbled, and licked at the very center of my womanhood sending pleasant shockwaves through my body. I was completely at his mercy. Never wanting the moment to end, but knowing that I was so close to the edge of bliss. He flashed me a wicked grin as he slid two fingers inside of me. I dug my heels into the bed and drove myself closer to his hand. As he opened his mouth to speak my name the most blood curdling noise cam screaming out of it, and I was very rudely thrust back into the waking world. 

“Fucking alarm clock! You always ruin my best dreams about him!” I screamed at the clock radio that sits on my nightstand next to my bed. I slammmed my hand down on it, and turned it off. I glanced at the time.

“Seven Forty Five. Damnit. I knew I should have turned that damn thing off before crawling into bed last night.” I whispered to myself. I had the day off, so there was no need for me to crawl out from beneath the warmth and security of my blankets. I sighed wistfully and threw the blankets over my head, when I heard muffled noises coming from the living room. 

“Chris must be awake.” A smile played upon my lips at just the thought of the dream I had about him. He is my dream lover. Taking me to heights I never imagined I could go as I slept totally alone in my queen size bed at night. I craved his touch, his mouth, his mind, and his body. Lets just say he's totally yummy! Although it was a little weird that he was up that early. The noises got a little louder, and something fell over. I began to wonder what the heck he was doing in there. I tossed the blankets off of me and hopped out of bed, deciding to join Chris in a cup of coffee before he had to head off to work. Of course I’d like to join him in bed before he heads off to work, but I’ll take what I can get. I tiptoed out of my room wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties. We'd been roommates for 3 years now, we’ve pretty much seen all there is to see of each other. Well almost. He’s never seen me completely naked. I have seen him though, and trust me he is beautiful. There’s a sliding door that connects my room to the bathroom, and every once in a while he forgets to shut it while he’s showering. Not like I mind. I have spent many times laying naked in my bed masturbating while watching him shower through the clear glass doors of our shower. God how I wanted him to take notice of my wanton state as he stepped out of the shower, but he never did. Maybe he did. I don’t know. Wishful thinking I suppose. 

I quietly closed my bedroom door, and the scene that is displayed before my eyes nearly knocked me on my ass. This blonde bimbo I thought was my friend was straddling Chris on MY couch. She was fully clothed; with the exception of panties I’m sure. He, on the other hand, was completely naked. She threw her head back and moaned his name loudly. It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out what the hell was going on. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and she was thumping up and down on his lap. She was close to an orgasm. I could tell by the way her body moved, and how deep her breaths were. How do I know this? Lets just say she and I have shared a bed on more than one occasion. And if you asked me she was quite greedy in the sack. I was so furious right then because she knew how I felt about Chris. She knew that I loved him more than life itself and yet she took it upon herself to seduce him. You know now that I think about it I don’t know why I was all that shocked. She did shit like this all the time. Stealing men out from under their girlfriend’s noses. Well I wasn’t Chris’ girlfriend. But a girl can hope right? Anyway back to them on the couch. 

“LISA! What the FUCK do you think you are doing? You fucking bitch! How could you do this to me?” I screamed as I jumped over the back of the couch and tackled her to the floor. I saw red. My fists connected with her face more times than I could count. She screamed and tried to fight me off, but I am bigger and stronger than she is. Chris sat there for a minute watching me pummel my friend, or should I say EX friend, before he snatched me off of her. I began to kick and swing my arms wildly to get him to drop me. Which he did. Right on my ass I might add. I was up in a flash. Like I was going to sit there and let that little bitch think he had just saved her ass, but Chris held his arm out and shoved me back down. I growled at him before I stood up to slap him across the face. 

“You are such a fucking slut! I can’t believe you did this. You guys fucking SUCK! I hate you!” I screamed at both of them, and ran off to my room crying. Chris was hot on my heels. I slammed the door in his face before he could say anything. He didn’t make an attempt to re-open my door so I thought he had gone back to comfort Lisa, but then I heard him going through the bathroom.

“OH shit! The sliding door!” I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to my vanity area and tried to get the door locked before he could come through it. I wasn’t fast enough because he started opening the door when I got to it. I slapped at his hands to keep him from getting it open any further. He's stronger than I was, but I'm smarter. I bit his fingers, and he quickly let go of the door. I slammed it shut and locked it. He began banging on it and asking me what he had done wrong. I told him to leave me the fuck alone and to go away. I walked over to my bed with tears in my eyes. I slumped down held a pillow over my head and I cried. I’m not talking a little sniffle here and there. I’m talking full on water works. I hated them. I hated her for sleeping with the man that I love, and I hated him for not realizing how crazy I was about him. Men can be so blind sometimes. I mean come on! I pulled out all the stops with him. Wore suggestive clothing, flirted shamelessly with him. I literally threw out every single womanly signal I could possibly think of to get this man to notice how bad I wanted him. Obviously Lisa had something I didn’t. That skanky whore!

So after about an hour of feeling sorry for myself I pulled on some clothes and grabbed my purse. I walked out of my bedroom and started down the hall to the front door. I saw Lisa sitting on the couch with her nose all red and swollen. She was crying like a little baby. Aww poor little tart. Chris was sitting in the recliner asking her if she was ok. She flinched when she saw me. I couldn’t even look at herin the eye. It made me sick to my stomach. I glared at him.

“Where are you going?” He asked. 

“To get a mocha. When I get back I want that fucking bitch out of my house!” I growled and pointing at Lisa. She whimpered and begged me to forgive her. Yeah, like THAT was going to happen.

“Save your tears for someone who gives a shit.” I snapped as I walked out the front door. I damn near tripped down the stairs because my eyes were filled with tears. I was so happy that I wasn’t wearing any make up or I would look like a raccoon right then. I walked down to the corner cafe and began to wonder how long their little fling had been going on under my nose. She had mentioned something about seeing a new guy, and how incredible he was in bed. But it was always like that with her. She was seeing a new guy every week. 

I walked into the cafe and looked over the counter at my friend Ray. 

“The usual Lau?” He asked with a sweet smile on his face. I loved it when he called me Lau. He knew perfectly well that my name was Laurie, but he preferred calling me Lau for some reason. I didn’t mind I thought it was cute. 

“Yes please.” I said while fighting back more tears. I think he sensed that something was wrong, but didn’t say anything. Ray was the sweetest guy you could ever meet in your life. Never pissy, or cruel to his customers. I remember his first day at the cafe. It seemed forever ago. I was one of his first customers. Of course he got my order wrong, but I still gave him a more than generous tip. He was nervous. Who could blame him? People just barking their orders at you. It had to be overwhelming for your first day. That was more than a year ago. Since then all he has to do is see me walk through the door and he starts ringing up my order. We’ve become very close since then. He always manages to take a break to sit and talk with me for a few minutes each time I’ve come into the coffee shop, which happens quite often since I am a serious coffee addict. 

“Love is a cruel mistress.” He whispered to me from across the counter before handing me a mocha. I managed a small smile, before I turned and started toward the outside seating area. I sat there for a while thinking that I should’ve listened to my mother. She warned me that nothing good would come of Chris and I living together. But I didn’t listen to her. I told her that I was big girl now and I can make these types of choices on my own now. I should’ve listened, but I was blinded by love. Some things we need to learn on our own I suppose. 

I sipped on my mocha for a good hour, while watching all these couples. Holding hands. Playing kissy face. It was enough to make your stomach turn. So happy, so in love. God I wanted to die. My heart was broken. I was in love with a man who didn’t love me. Love totally blows, and not in the good, fun way we all like. 

When my mocha was gone I snubbed out the last of my cigarette and decided that it was time to go home. I didn’t know what I was going to say. Or what I was going to do. Maybe he wouldn’t be there. I could hope that he wasn't there. Damnit! Of course he would be there. He had the day off too! I couldn’t believe I didn’t remember till just then. My heart sank. I would have to go home and face him. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe I could finally come clean, and tell him why I just pummeled the shit out of my friend. I walked slowly down the street toward my apartment. His car was still there. God, I WAS going to have to face him. I pushed my key into the lock. I knew it wasn’t locked, but I wanted him to know that I was home. I opened the door slightly, and peeked inside. I could see him sitting on the couch. I had never been so scared in my entire life as I was at that moment in time. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I tried not to make eye contact with him as I walked down the hall to my room.


“Laurie, I think you need to come in here so we could talk.” He said in a very low tone. I stopped in my tracks and looked over at him.

“Um No. I don’t think I’m ready to talk to you right now.” I said and walked into my room closing the door behind me. ‘Whew’ I thought, but oh no I wasn’t going to get away that easy. He stormed into my room with the look on his face that would make angels cry. 

“What the hell was wrong with you this morning? Why did you feel the need to yell at me, and to beat the shit out of Lisa?” He said in a rather gruff voice. I couldn’t handle that he was angry with me. I started to cry straight away. 

“If you don’t know by now then I’m not going to tell you.” I said and turned away from him. He grabbed me by the arm and looked me right in the eyes. 

“I want to know what’s going on. And I want to know what’s going on RIGHT fucking now!” he said holding me by the arms. It hurt too. I suppose it wouldn’t have hurt as much if I weren’t trying to pull away from him.

“Fine you want to know what’s going on?” I screamed at him. Without thinking twice I stepped toward him, looked him right in the eye and kissed him. I am talking a toe curling, heart racing, and passionate kiss. When I pulled away from him he just looked at me with this shocked look on his face. 

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. THAT’S what is going on.” I said with a whisper. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. It didn’t even look like he was breathing. I was dying inside. I finally get the guts to tell him that I’m in love with him and he just stands there looking at me as if I had a booger in my nose or something. With speed I have never seen before in my life, he grabbed me around the waist and began kissing me hard on the mouth. I moaned at his rough touch. I could’ve come right then I swear to god. 

“Get on the bed now.” He whispered into my ear before he nibbled on it. Fuck I had been waiting for this for so long. He was so aggressive. I loved it. It made my nipples so hard, which he soon discovered as he slid his hand into my shirt and began roughly kneading at my left breast as he pushed me down onto my bed. 

“Oh God. YES!” I moaned loudly with my eyes half closed. I prayed to God that this wasn't another one of my dreams. 'Don’t let the fucking alarm clock go off right now.' I thought. But it didn’t! Hey someone up there likes me apparently. Go Me! 

Before I could protest he ripped my shirt right off of me. Yes, I said he RIPPED it off of me. 

“Don’t rip the bra off please. It’s my favorite.” I said with a slight giggle in my voice. He scooped his hand under the back of my neck and sat me up. His hand trailed softly down my back until it hit the hooks of my bra while he bit gently on my throat. Just like the pro I knew he was, he managed to undo my bra with one hand. Hell I couldn’t even do that. Can we say talented? He ever so slowly slid the straps down and off my arms. I was shaking uncontrollably and my cunt was on fire. I didn’t want to mess around with foreplay. I just wanted him to rip my sweat pants off and fuck me long and hard. But he had other ideas. He traced a line down my throat to my breasts with his tongue. I arched my back forcing my tits into his face. He grinned and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I melted at the warmth of this tongue. His mouth played havoc on my hardened nub. I ran my fingers through his hair and pleaded with him not to stop. His left hand made it's way down my stomach and under the waistband of my sweats. He began teasing either side of my clit with this index and middle finger. 'YES! Right there. No! You're missing it entirely.' A voice screamed inside my head. Don't get me wrong it was fucking awsome, but he was intentionally missing that little bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. His fingers moved lower and were roughly thrust into my now soaking cunt. With the pad of his finger he eagerly searched out for that little spot that made me scream out God's name over and over again. 

"OHMYGOD! Right there. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Don't stop please." I screamed at the top of my lungs. I swear I saw fireworks going off as my first orgasm washed over my body. My hands clenched the sheets and my heels dug into the mattress. He withdrew his fingers slowly from me as I began to calm down. The smile on his face was priceless. Or should I say mischievous? I don't know if it excited me or scared me to death. Maybe a little of both? 

"You look so beautiful right now. You have that post orgasm glow." He whispered as he shifted to lie on top of me. I am pretty sure I was blushing because I could feel the heat in my face. He hooked his arms under my shoulders and brought his lips to mine. His kiss was soft and loving. Not like the first one. This one made my heart pound, and made me breath faster. He kissed the side of my neck, and ever so slowly worked his way down my body. He blew a raspberry on my tummy causing me to laugh loudly and swipe playfully at him. He kissed the top of my left thigh, down over the knee to my shin before he had to stop and pull my sweats the rest of the way off. He nestled himself between my feet before nibbling softly on my right ankle. With the flat of his tongue he licked his way up my leg, stopping every so often to nibble and kiss. When he reached my pussy he spread it's outer lips apart and blew very softly. Girls if you man has never done this to you MAKE them! I came so hard, and all he did was blow. He is evil! Evil I tell you!

"Where's your dildo?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh it's in the dra.. Wait a second how did you know I have a dildo?" Whoa. I hadn't been expecting that at all, plus my thoughts were a little fuzzy after comeing that hard. 

"I've seen you using it while you've watched me shower. Thought I didn't notice huh? Well you were wrong. I've jerked off so many times knowing that you were watching me shower. Now which drawer?" I was so baffled that all I could do was point to the nightstand on the left side of my bed. 

"Hmm very interesting. Looks very familar. I wonder why that is." He said while he was inspecting my favorite toy. Well DUH! I went to the Adult toy store looking for one that looked like his cock. If I wasn't going to have the real thing I might as well settle for something similar, right? He came back to the my bed and stretched out on his side next to me. I ached for him to kiss me again, which he did. He planted feathery kisses on my lips, and face. He had been distracting me long enough to inch my dildo slowly into me. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly moved it in and out. Heaven. Heaven I tell you! I could feel his eyes watching me while he worked me up to another orgasm. His tongue played long slow circles on my left nipple before he captured it between his teeth. The slight twinge of pain nearly set me off again, but I held it back. I wanted it to last as long as possible. 

"This is boring" He grunted as he pulled the dildo from my cunt. Damnit! He cut me off when I was on my way to a really good 'O'. 

"Get on your knees now!" He snapped at me. I didn't even question him, I just rolled to my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. Without warning he slapped my ass. My eyes snapped open as I let out a little yelp. He was just shocking the hell out of me. He knew I had a dildo and he knew that I loved having my ass slapped. Had he been reading my journal or something? A playful smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

"Mm that stung. Do it again." And he did. As the second one landed I came. Nothing big, just a soft, quiet one that made me weak in the knees. He slid behind me and made small circles on the small of my back with his tongue. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. 

"Is this what you want?" He asked as he teased my cunt with the head of his cock. 

"You know I do. God, don't make me beg for you to fuck me. Just do it. Please." I whined at him. I figured if I sounded pitiful enough he'd finally get to the point that I've been aching for this whole time. And there it is, the head of his cock against my hungry pussy. He rocks into me. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled back hard, and began slam fucking me. He'd slip all the way out and then drive it all the way in. Our bodies connected with a very loud slap. I had fantasized about him and played with myself thinking about him, but the reality of his cock in my pussy, filling me up, was better. Much better. We found each others rythym and I began to moan and plead with him. 

"Yesssss! Fuck me Chris. OhgodohgodohGod. Don't stop." 

He was moaning uncontrolably now too. He reached down and began to finger my clit. That was it. I held my breath, and had the most incredible orgasm I have ever had! Not wanting to leave my man hanging, I lifted myself so I was on my hands and knees. I began to fuck him harder, driving myself back into him. 

"Come for me Chris." I said over my shoulder at him. He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed my hips and drove himself into me, once, twice, three times more. I can felt his cock jerk as he came deep inside of me. Completely breathless we fell to our sides with his cock still inside of me. As it shrunk and slipped from my body I felt his come dripping out of me, but I was far too tired to care at all. With his arm tucked tightly around me I fell asleep. When I woke up sometime later I could hear him snoring behind me. An evil little grin spread across my lips as I turned over to kiss and nibble his neck. But I think I'll leave that for another story. *wink*



At Last



An earlier version was proofread by Janey, but she is not responsible for remaining errors.

(Ouuuuga)

(Ouuuuga)

(Ouuuuga)

Notwithstanding her prerogatives -- feminine and divine -- of doing exactly what she wanted when she wanted to do it, Aphrodite grudgingly forced herself awake. Why in Hades' name was the computer system blaring the emergency alert? Especially at this hour? Especially when she was so pleasantly full of her divine husband's divine cock?

And on a Sunday morning?

Her computers were programmed to respond to all but the most extreme prayers automatically. You didn't need the Goddess of Love herself to tell an over-eager man to spend a little more time getting his wife hot before trying to plunge in. If he hit a brick wall and deflated, well, it served him right. And if the woman really needed to get laid, the computer could give her a few tips on dressing more provocatively and moving her hips with a little more wiggle. No, no ordinary mortal lust should have disturbed her sleep.

(Ouuuuga)

(Ouuuuga)

(Ouuuuga)

This was to have been their perfect night. Nowadays the gods had such hectic schedules and she had planned everything to be alone with her mate. Hephaestus no longer had to help out only with forging plows and swords. Instead, he was the Ultimate Tech Support when an IT specialist was at the end or her tether. The last eighteen months had been Hades for her poor husband, as he had been roped into countless projects to fix the Y2K problem. The ignominy! The damned millennium wasn't even numbered after the Olympians, but who did the prayers come to? The Nazarene? Oh, no. "My kingdom is not of this world."

Then some Scandinavian trickster had come through and persuaded all the Olympians to change their computer systems to avoid the Y2K problem. Now the hardware -- made in Cathay or Zeus knows where -- was all going on the blink at the same time. And the only response from the 24-hour 800 number was, "Your call is very important to us..." And it would be a hot day in Ultima Thule before one of Loci's "service representatives" showed up in Hellas. So who did all the gods call? Her poor Hephaestus..

Then came problems when ASSTR had to change providers. Millions of porn fans started inundating the Celestial Server with demands to see their favorite dirty stories nicely saved and catalogued ASAP! And when, with the help of Hephaestus and readers who make contributions at

http://www.asstr.org/donations.html 

the problem was solved, did anyone say, "Thanks?"

With all this work, her poor husband was so tuckered when he staggered back to their celestial palace every night that it was all he could do to plough Aphrodite to a few quick orgasms, fill her with a couple of undersize loads, and collapse into the arms of Morpheus. It had been weeks since he had eaten her properly!

Aphrodite wasn't used to such Spartan sex and wasn't going to put up with the lack of attention for long. Aphrodite needed more loving than this and she was determined to get it! Threatening to make Jove give back the magic amulet that kept Hera screwing him, at least occasionally, Aphrodite persuaded the Father of Gods and Men to put a thunderbolt into the Forge's power supply, sending Heph home at mid-afternoon.

She was waiting for him. She had chosen a square cut tank top and a waist-tied skirt in a Hydra print that nicely showcased her voluptuous body. Shaking the raven locks that fell in romantic ringlets to her alabaster shoulders, she strategically placed a foot with prettily painted toes clad in a 3 1/2 inch stiletto-heel T-strap sandal [Those Gucci Brothers might be Italian barbarians, but they knew how to make hot footwear!] on the base of a column (Corinthian or Ionian, Aphrodite could never remember the difference.).. Heph's favorite golden loops dangled from her ear lobes. The notes of Orpheus's lyre wafted in from the courtyard. (Ok, it was only a CD of "Orpheus's Greatest Hits," but it was always effective in getting Heph in the mood.) The table was laid with her husband's favorite wines and ambrosia, but Aphrodite had a bet with herself it would never be tasted.

She won the bet. Boy did she win it!

The Goddess of Love was not surprised to see Heph's reaction as soon as he saw his divinely hot wife. It almost tore a hole in his loin cloth "Oh, honey, is that the Sword of Damocles in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" she asked coyly.

Aphrodite didn't expect a verbal reply and didn't get one. Instead Heph grunted and lunged for her in a style to become reminiscent of NFL fullbacks trying for a fourth and goal from the one. In seconds she felt herself hefted (or was that Hephted?) and slung over her divine lover's broad shoulder. Heph might be lame, but he sure as Hades was making good time toward the master alcove. He was so sweaty and smelly and macho; her pussy tingled in giddy, inverted anticipation.

(thwump)

The goddess was on her back. As her head cleared she saw Heph drop his loin cloth. Yes! Her offering to Priapus -- the come from one hundred virgins' first orgasms -- had been well rewarded; Heph's erection was as straight and hard and long and thick as she'd ever seen it. She was going to enjoy this night!

(rip)

'One square-neck tank top, finis, thirty-seven drachma,' Aphrodite thought.

(pop) (shhhrup)

'Hydra print skirt, sixty-one drachma,' the Goddess inventoried.

(twang)

'Ouch! That smarted,' she thought. 'Why couldn't he just pull it down? I would have lifted my butt, if he'd given me the chance. Oh, well, one less black lace thong, eighteen drachma.'

So, what! Her credit at Nike's Secret was good for a lot more than one hundred sixteen drachma, plus tax. Money well spent if it meant she got...

(kersplush)

"Uuuuuu!"

... impaled on Heph's magnificent goddess-pleaser. "Oh my Zeuuuuuuuuuus!" the goddess bellowed. The first orgasm hit her before Heph was all the way in.

This was not the kind of foreplay her expert system advised for reluctant wives, but Aphrodite wasn't reluctant. Her divine snatch had been wet for hours, waiting for this moment. When Aphrodite felt Hephaestus's adamantine prick slide into her sloppy hole, she thought she had died and gone to .... Wait! She was an Immortal and she was already in heaven, but -- whatever! It felt damned good.

First fuck had been around nightfall. By midnight Aphrodite had been screwed every way known in Greater Hellas and had come so many times she couldn't think straight. Who WANTED to think straight? She vaguely remembered her Hindu friend, Shiva, bragging that Krishna knew thousands more positions, but Aphrodite didn't give a damn. She had been most satisfactorily pummeled, pounded, and orgamsed out. She was one happy goddess when at last she snuggled up to her sleeping husband, kissed him one last time and closed her eyes. Not intending to open them again until ....

(Ouuuuga)

(Ouuuuga)

(Ouuuuga)

Aphrodite tried burrowing deeper into the massive chest and muscled arm of her sexy husband. Hephaestus had been fucking her silly since the Indo-Aryans were a little tribe of nomads and it STILL drove her crazy! He had the body of a Greek god -- well, he WAS a Greek god and not a wimpy one like Apollo, either. No, her Heph was built on the Sylvester Stallone model; or rather, Rambo was built on the Hephaestus model! Heph had the equipment that Dark Wanderer wives dream about and their Dark Wanderer husbands have nightmares about. And, by Jove, did he know how to use it!

Maybe this was a bad dream. Cyrphe was supposed to be night duty, but Aphrodite had seen the horny nymph giving the eye to one of the young satyrs who kept the grounds and the Love Goddess didn't need much imagination to know where SHE was right now. No, this was no dream. Aphrodite had to take care of this herself before it woke her darling mate.

The new Answered Prayer 5.0 for Windows 2000 was supposed to be almost fully automated, she groused silently as she padded her way along the colonnade to the IT room. There was no reason for her to have to attend to all these petitions personally in this day and age. That's why she had installed the expert system. At least ninety-nine percent of all the petitions fell into just four categories:

"Please let him come on to me." "Please let her say yes when I come on to her."

"Please let me be able to get him to go down on me." "Please let me be able to get her to give me a blow job."

"Please let me be able to get him to use a condom." "Please let me be able to fuck her without a condom."

"Please don't let me be pregnant." "Please let her be pregnant."

Aphrodite had been so happy when the new software arrived, especially when she saw who delivered it, a hunky demigod driving a big orange and blue chariot from Gods Ex (not "Gods' Sex" -- get a grip, girl). The young driver went away knowing just HOW grateful the goddess was for his "service." And when Heph had installed it for her, she spent more than two nights thanking him. And now this!

(OUUUUUGA)

(OUUUUUGA)

(OUUUUUGA)

(OUUUUUGA)

The alarm seemed to increase in volume as she sat down and hit the kill switch.

(OUGA...)

Merciful silence!

Quickly Aphrodite clicked on the diagnostics icon to see what could have gone wrong. Glancing at the control screen, she saw it going crazy with wild hieroglyphics. If this was another trick by one of her Egyptian colleagues ...!

"INFINITE LOOP: CANNOT PROCESS"

'Not very helpful,' the goddess thought. Briefly contemplating asking Zeus to hurl a thunderbolt to blast that impious Microsoft from the face of the earth, she realized that the U.S. Justice Department would probably do a more thorough job, anyway. Quickly she ran a utility to uncover the problem. This was weird! No, understandable in a way. Two diametrically contradictory petitions of a maximum emotional urgency had arrived at the very same nanosecond, throwing the hapless computer into a Godelian loop. Quickly Aphrodite pulled up the two messages on a split screen.

"Oh, shit!" she screamed. "I should have fucking know! Those two again! I'm going to KILL them!" She roared. She ground her teeth. Her nostrils flared and her eyes grew red with rage. Aphrodite was tired -- tired wasn't the word -- she had had it up to her aura with this pair. Actually, if she could have arranged it, the troublesome Wonder Woman and Major Steve Trevor would have been fried decades ago. Since the '40s of the Twentieth Century Col. Trevor (well, he was only a Lieutenant, then) had been trying to get into the star-spangled pants of the Amazon Princess, who had been fending him off for exactly as long. 

Zeus steadfastly refused to thunderbolt Col. Trevor, pointing out that he was doing only what every red-blooded mortal and blue-ichored god wanted to do. Likewise refused to let Aphrodite do anything to interfere with Wonder Woman's superheroine career; she took care of dozens of chores that would otherwise have taken Zeus away from having fun with half the maidens and all the nymphs in Hellas. Bottom line: she could do nothing to this dysfunctional couple -- and zillions of their fans -- who generated a disproportional amount of the traffic on both her 800 number and the website.

"Steve Trevor and that dammed amazon bitch again!" she almost screamed. She guessed what had happened even before she read the simultaneous pleas.

Steve had rescued this "Wonder Woman" -- again -- and he had hoped to take advantage of it to get into her pants -- again.

"Please let me score this time."/"Please make him leave me alone."

Aphrodite had been getting these conflicting prayers every month or so for years and had long since ignored them. Couldn't Steve figure it out for himself? The amazon in the funny red pants, although she certainly had a body built for fucking, was under a curse that kept her from doing anything about it. As an Amazon, if she gave herself to a man, she lost all her super powers. As an official of the United State Government, Col. Trevor certainly shouldn't want to deprive his nation of the services of the sexiest superheroine in the universe. Unfortunately, as a man, Col. Steve Trevor wanted nothing more that to fuck her silly and to Hades with the superpowers. Because of the curse, Wonder Woman couldn't fuck Steve, but she'd surely fucked up Aphrodite's computer. It was the last straw.

With blazing fingers she punched in the numbers on her cell phone. "Cybernetica! Come here this instant!" the goddess barked at her IT support nymph.

"Yes, Oh yessss. YESSSSS. I'm coming, ... I'm COMING ... Aieeeeeeeeeee!"

"I mean NOW, Zeusdammit, not when you finish with whoever you have in there fucking your eyeballs out, you demi-slut! If you don't get me Eros here in five minutes, you're going to find out just how it feels to have Cebrerus fuck you and Phil Phantom write about it!" the goddess fumed. There was no justice in Olympus. Athena got the seven cultivated, well-behaved Muses to do her bidding; Aphrodite got the seven wanton, misbehaving Fuses to do -- exactly what they wanted, which was to get laid morning, noon, and night!

It was closer to ten minutes when a drowsy, slightly spacey little god flitted into the computer center. Aphrodite was glowering as she sipped a new beverage brought to her recently by the AEthiopians, a black, bitter concoction, but one that energized her more than the ambrosia that Hebe prepared.

"I won't bother asking what took you so long. Didn't I teach you to wash the pussy juice off face after you eat a goddess?"

"I was in the middle of making love to my wife," her son huffed. "Besides, if we go to your alcove, I'll bet we'll find Hepheastus's face needs washing, too. Why the summons at this ungodly hour, Mom? Aurora doesn't get up for hours yet?"

"What's it to you? Psyche has you in bed day and night, anyway."

"I don't want to go into this with you, Mom," Eros replied wearily.

"Yeah, I know what you want to go into and with whom," was his Aphrodite's sour reply.

After several more rounds of this sort of sniping Aphrodite got down to business. "I'm sick of this Col. Trevor and Wonder Woman screwing up my communications system. I want a final solution to this. And since I can't touch Wonder Woman, I've got and idea for how you can fix Col. Trevor."

"But what can *I* do. Zeus refuses to blast him."

"You are going to get one Col. Steven Trevor, U. S Military Intelligence -- what a contradiction -- and one off-the-reservation amazon, a.k.a. "Wonder Woman" out of my hair once and for all!"

"You want me to make them fall in love for good?"

"No, you dolt, the amazon bitch must remain a virgin to deal with alien life forms, supervillains, and natural disasters. She doesn't deserve it, anyway. No, you are going to find someone else to fall in love -- really in love -- with Col. Trevor. A sexy tennis star, a CNNfn correspondent babe, an MTV hostess, whom, I don't really care. Just make sure the woman gets the hots for Trevor. He's kind of handsome for a mortal and deserves a frisky woman to make up for the frustration he's gone through all these years panting for the amazon. If you have any trouble finding a woman who really likes to fuck, ask Janey or Lucinda or Bronwen; they claim to know plenty. Once some hot sexy woman is in love with Col. Trevor, he'll forget about the Amazon bitch and, voila, everybody's happy."

"Great idea, Mom. I'll put an old arrow through his heart."

"They don't call me the Goddess of 'Luv' for nothing, Jr." she smirked. "Just make sure the woman falls in lust with him, too. -- totally, passionately. I don't want Col. Trevor back here next week because SHE won't put out for him."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll get them with my trick shot, one arrow through both hearts. It'll be a piece of cake"

"Yeah, wedding cake!" Aphrodite sighed, suddenly sentimental, Although strictly speaking, weddings were more Hera's department..

*****

Flying as fast as his chubby little wings would carry him, Eros was able to arrive in Washington early Monday afternoon. Big Mistake! Though invisible, he apparently showed up on the radar at Andrews and caused them to scramble to intercept the unidentified aircraft. Then, after dodging ATA missiles, as he approached the Pentagon he could hardly get through the constant stream of flights coming into or going out of Reagan National.

It was Thursday morning before Eros could find Col. Steve Trevor in the labyrinthine corridors of the Pentagon. Eros was growing discouraged; he hadn't even started on finding a woman for him. Then he got lucky. (Not that way, you perverts. Eros is totally faithful to his Psyche.) Thank Zeus, there was a woman in the very same office with Col. Trevor. Hmm. Not a bad looker, though she sure didn't know how to dress. "Zeus in Olympus!" Eros muttered to himself when he checked the woman's measurements. "Why look further? Stevie boy will fall out of his tree when he sees her naked." This meant Eros didn't need to find someone else, engineer a chance encounter, etc. He'd be back in Hellas and in Psyche's sweet snatch in time for TGIF. Zeus, he was horny!

Aiming carefully, Eros loosed his arrow and watched it fly, unerringly piercing first the heart of Steve Trevor and then, that of the woman, Diana Something-or-Other. The little god grinned and hovered around to admire the effects of his marksmanship.

***** 

Steve looked up from his work. An amazing thought had just occurred to him. That mousy Diana Prince with a little makeover could be HOT! Why had he never thought of her that way before. The bun? Pull the clip and her hair would fall to her shoulders. Those awful glasses? He had seen a Linda Carter ad for laser surgery that would correct that. 'Totally fuckable. I could have some fun with that sexy broad,' Steve thought, totally forgetting his lifelong obsession with Wonder Woman.

'I'll get her to wear those tight, hot minis with 4" heels with an ankle tie and take her clubbing to Los Amigos del Disco. Hell, with that black hair she could pass for a Latina. When I twirl her around and everybody sees she isn't wearing panties, all the men will be soooo envious,' he smirked. 'And we can go to all the hockey games and have pizza and beer at the Calvert Grill.'

'Then in few months when she finds she's going to have a baby -- heh -heh -- I'll pop the question. Of course, being totally ape over me she'll say yes yes yes yes and I'll move us to a big house out near Dulles. Some Homeland Security contractor should be willing to pay an ex-intelligence hot-shot like yours truly enough to support Mr. and Mrs. Trevor and our six or eight kids. Oh, yeah, this is going to be perfect!' Steve mused, not aware that there was anything wrong with having rewritten his life plan in a matter of seconds.

*****

Diana Prince looked up from her work. She had been fidgeting in her chair since just after lunch. The source of her discomfort was near at hand; Col. Steve Trevor was looking at her again. But that wasn't the whole story; she felt odd, too, giggly and happy that he was looking. She had an urge to shake loose her long hair from its tight bun and let it fall fetchingly to her shoulders. "Maybe I could duck into the ladies' room to freshen my lipstick," she thought, not remembering that she wasn't wearing lipstick and did not possess a tube. She was chagrined to think how frumpy she must look to a dashing man like Col. Trevor in her loose skirt, nondescript blouse and flats. But , wait! "Of course I look frumpy. I work hard every morning to look frumpy. It isn't easy when you have a dynamite body like mine!"

Then an amazing thought occurred to her. Steve Trevor, though arrogant and full of himself, taken in hand by the right woman, like yours truly -- heh heh -- could be turned into a decent prospect! Why had she never thought of him that way before. The buzz cut? Let his hair grow and he'd look like an adult. Those awful uniforms? Well, he'd probably want to find a civilian career to impress his new girlfriend, although he would, of course, need her help choosing the right wardrobe. 'I'm going to have so much fun with that hunk,' Diana thought, totally forgetting her lifelong obsession with protecting Wonder Woman's virtue.




At Last



No, no, she couldn't let herself think like that. She had always gone out of her way to remain unattractive to men, especially Steve Trevor, with whom she had to work. There was no way to avoid his lust for her as Wonder Woman; she didn't need him hot for Miss Prince, too. The contradictory thoughts flitted in and out of her mind.

"You must never give yourself to a man, my child. If you do, all your powers to help others will desert you," Diana could hear her mother, Queen Hypolite, telling her so many years ago. And she'd always been a good girl, too. Oh, sure, she let herself go a few times when some overpowered android cock was pounding her pussy senseless, making her scream in mindless ecstasy as it attempted to orgasm her into submission. And she'd occasionally let the odd trans-genetic plant get its tendrils deep in her twat, tickling her clit as it massaging her breasts, sending shock waves of pleasure through her engorged nipples. 'Damn! I could use one of those aroused androids or a nice horny plant right now! Great Hera! What am I thinking?'

'Easy enough for you to talk about not giving yourself to a man,' mother, but you don't have to sit across from that hunky Col. Trevor. If you did, I'll bet your pussy would be leaking just like mine is.' thought the confused woman. Maybe if I rolled my skirt up a little, Steve could at least see some ankle. Hera knows I have sexy ankles!'

'I'll bet he'll ask me to the University Club Spring Ball! I'll dress up in a floor-length taffeta gown and everyone will stare when we make our entrance. He'll waltz me around, gliding smoothly over the floor, adoration shining in his eyes. All the women will be soooo envious,' she sighed. 'We'll have season tickets to the National Symphony Orchestra performances at the Kennedy Center and afterwards he'll take me to Sweet Georgia Brown for a midnight champagne dinner.'

'Then in few months, when we are an item in the Georgetown social circuit, I'll hint how nice it would be to live together in the city. Of course he'll be totally ape over me and say yes yes yes yes and move us into a Georgetown apartment. Some Homeland Security contractor should be willing to pay an ex-intelligence hot-shot like him enough to support me while I get my Masters in International Business at SAIS. Oh, yeah, this is going to be perfect!' Diana mused, not aware that there was anything wrong with having rewritten her life plan in a matter of seconds.

'Oops' thought Eros. This wasn't going quite as expected. Eros sympathized with the men of this strange land. Imagine! A woman with a body like hers who was in love, but still wanted to have a "career" instead of staying at home, barefoot and pregnant. Thank Zeus his Psyche was an old-fashioned girl. Career? Hades! She had made a career out making babies. Every year, usually about the time Proserpine returned from Hades, Psyche presented him with another adorable little puto. Back during the 16th Century when they were in such demand as models for Renascence Masters, Psyche was popping out litters of two and three per year, but recently she had decided one per year was enough to keep her occupied. It made Eros horny all over again thinking about his lovely Psyche back home, their most recent infant parked on her pregnant belly, nursing, her holding the wings of a little cherub just learning to fly, her seeing other little puti off to pre-gymnasium every morning.

This Ms. Price was totally different. You didn't have to be Dr. Ruth to figure out that after the second Capitals game Diana sat trough and the second time Diana dragged Steve to see Ethan Steifle and the ABT, the lovers would be at each other's throats. 'They need a little more in common,' the god grinned.

Carefully Eros put away the gold-tipped Romantic Love arrow and withdrew a larger iron-tipped one dipped in quicksilver. 'The Carnal Lust arrow never fails!' he reflected. Even lust needed to be fine-tuned, however. Generally it was enough to increase the woman's libido by several factors. A man would put up with a lot of ballet from a woman who wanted to fuck his brains out every night. Hmm. A quick scan showed that the Diana woman already had a roaring libido, but was holding it in check for some reason. Never mind, he'd just make her forget her reasons and let the good times roll!

'Oh, that's not good!' Eros thought, continuing his mindscan. The woman had an aversion to giving head. Oh, well, that could be fixed, too. 'With a few little adjustments in Diana, Col. Trevor is going to realize that he'll never find a hotter woman and he'd better treat her right,' Eros reasoned.

Then he turned to making sure Col. Trevor DID treat her right. A little adjustment of Steve's quantity/quality ratio was in order. Better change the desired setting from 10 minutes, 15 times pre week to something Diana would enjoy better: say, three hours, five times a week 'I'll install a woman-comes-first rule and -- what's this? Oh, the silly man, thinks he doesn't like to eat pussy? Well, that's easy to fix. Col. Trevor's woman is going to realize that she'll never find a better man and she'd better treat him right,' Eros reasoned.

Suddenly, before Eros could get off his shot, Diana sat upright, realizing where her thoughts were taking her. She had to get away from Steve before she did something foolish! Pushing back her chair, Diana bolted for the door. She felt slightly more in control as she hurried out onto the immense parking lot and found her Neon. Wow, that was a close call, she reflected. She could never recall being so excited in her life, but it was more than horniness. She needed a man, but even more she needed one man -- Steve. Steve, who had lusted for her as Wonder Woman all these years, never marrying, never having other girlfriends, always loyal to Wonder Woman. Diana's heart was melting. And now he was looking at her the same way -- her, mousy, drab Diana, not his sex fantasy. A glance can tell a girl so much. Poor Steve! He was trying to tell her, trying to communicate. There was love in his eyes, devotion. "Oh, Steve, you'd be so perfect -- if I could only have you!"

Diana's eyes were filled with tears when she arrived at her Wisconsin Ave. apartment. "Why do I have to be Wonder Woman? Why do I have to be temerarious and rush off to save people, and countries, and planets? Why can't I have a man -- at last! Oh Hera, I've got to come!"

Always determined to overcome her need to masturbate, Diana did not possess a vibrator or even a dildo. Hades, she had used her only cucumber in last night's salad!. Nothing mattered. Minutes later she was spawled on her bed with her legs wide apart, furiously finger fucking herself. "Oh God, Steve," moaned the imperious Amazon "TAKE ME!"

*****

"What had gotten into Diana?" Steve wondered. Oh, she had probably gotten uncomfortable from his staring at her, poor thing. He should apologize. He raced after her, but she had disappeared. He had no idea where she lived. Well, he didn't work for Military Intelligence for nothing. It took him less than an hour to hack into Pentagon personnel files and find the address. Smiling, Eros flew along behind as Steve's Miata screamed along Rock Creek Parkway.

*****

"Diana, I have to talk to you!" Steve shouted, pounding on the door of her apartment when she didn't answer his insistent ringing of the bell.

"I can't. Not now. Go away, Steve," Diana replied, using all her will power not to open up and fling herself in his arms.

'Perfect angle,' thought Eros. 'One immaterial Carnal Lust arrow through the genitals." The closed door posed no obstacle. "Yes!'

Suddenly Diana felt funny. Great Hera! She had just come a half dozen times before Steve arrived. She thought the worst was over. It was breaking her heart, but loyalty to her calling as Wonder Woman was strong. She would NOT open the door. Now she knew she was wrong. The desire she had felt for Steve before was still there, but there was something new. She needed a cock! A man's cock! In her pussy! Desperately! At this instant! If she was going to give herself to anyone, it might as well be Steve. She opened the door.

It this were a cartoon, instead of a serious piece of erotic literature, we would depict the ensuing scene as a rapidly spinning blur with pieces of clothing being ejected from time to time. "Steve, darling, HURRY!" Diana wailed. Nothing in his training prepared Steve to handle a woman this hot, but something about him rose to the occasion. Minutes later his cock was buried deep in Diana's pussy and the ravaged woman was bellowing for more. There would be Hell to pay at the next meeting of the Condo owners' association, Diana knew.

'Mission accomplished,' thought Eros as he banked and headed East.

*****

The following morning Aphrodite was standing at the doorway of her mansion and inquiring, "How did it go?"

A slightly jet-lagged, very Psyche-welcomed little god scanned her face before replying. She seemed to be in a better mood than Sunday morning when she sent him out on that crazy mission. 

You'd better believe she was! Aphrodite could compartmentalize. Once she had turned off the alarm and dispatched her son that morning, she headed back to the alcove. Hephaestus was still asleep. He didn't remain that way long! She licked her favorite part of his body until it was rigid and gleefully flung herself on him. By the time Hephaestus was fully awake, Aphrodite was mewing through her second orgasm so loud it disturbed the peace of the souls in the Elysian Fields.

For the next few hours the divine lovers ran through a reprise of the previous night. By noon Aphrodite knew she was going to be entitled to a refund from Hebe on all that ambrosia she had ordered. They never made it to the table. One of the Muses put it this way:

With no need of philter, Hephaestus had filled her, And then he had eaten his fill of her fill. Then she had partaken Of his filling filler. A nice little fillip, a swill.

It gave new meaning to "breakfast in bed."

The rest of the week Aphrodite basked in the afterglow of that incredible day -- and night. Hephaestus staggered into the forge late on Monday morning with a goofy grin on his face that left no doubt among the other smiths that the boss had a GOOD weekend. When Hermes showed up later in the day with a bouquet of flowers sent by his fuck-happy wife, the dimigods teased him, but they were really jealous as all Hades. Aphrodite just sat at her computer all week with a big satisfied smile on her face clicking "Granted," "Granted," "Granted," to all the petitions, even that disastrous one from Monica -- how embarrassing!

The dreamy smile on his mother's face gave Eros the nerve to recount his experience. He told how he had almost been shot down by the jets from Andrews and how he had gotten lost in all those corridors at the Pentagon looking for Col. Trevor. "Time was running out, but then, O Fortuna. It turned out there was a very pretty woman working in the very same office next to Col. Trevor. It took two arrows. But I did it." Eros concluded proudly

"In the same office?" Aphrodite asked apprehensively. "What was her name?"

"Diana something. I just got a glimpse at her ID tag. King? No, ... Duke? No, ... Ah! Prince. Diana Prince. She looked pretty intell--"

"Diana Prince!" Aphrodite burst out. "You idiot! You nincompoop! Only the son of that dimwit, Ares could be so stupid. Why did I let him get me pregnant that night? You don't know who Diana Prince IS??? Don't you read comic books like other boys? No, of course you don't, you dopey little fucker. That minx Psyche has you in bed all the time screwing out what few brains you have left. You know I've never liked her; she's too old for you. I'll have the furies hound you both for a century for this. I'll ...."

*****

Mrs. Diana Trevor looked around to make sure no one saw her before she lifted the rear of the Cherokee and slid it into a parking space at the mall, never having gotten the hang of parallel parking. She was glad her mother had been wrong, about her superpowers, or at least misleading. Queen Hypolite hadn't exactly said she would lose her super powers, rather that she would no longer have them "to help humanity."

So true! Diana found she needed everything the magic girdle and golden lasso could give her just to manage the big house, run the office of Steve's consulting business, ferry Britny and Jennifer to soccer practice, pick Laurel up from Tae Kwan Do, deliver Helen to morning kindergarten and fetch her at noon, take Sara and Sole to the pediatrician for their two-year check up, and nurse little Margaret. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, rubbing the bulge in her tummy, if this one were a Steve, Jr., at last, she might get a break from baby making for a while. She doubted it, however, knowing how well Steve liked seeing the way her pregnant belly stretched the red Lycra tights whenever he dressed her up like Wonder Woman.

The End 

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At Last



Waking up snuggled against a warm body and her cheek resting on the chest of someone, Julie froze for a minute in panic. She’s used to always waking up alone and it took her a moment to remember that the man in her bed was Steve and he had just gotten into town the night before.

They had met online and talked through chat, emails and on the phone for almost a year before he had a chance to come out and finally meet her. There had been a lot of erotic moments between them in the past year and the first thing they wanted to do when his plane landed the day before was rip each others clothes off and get to know each other carnally. But they had decided that his first day and night in town they wouldn’t do that and actually spend the time talking and getting acquainted, and even though it was a blissful torture they managed to spend their first night together in bed with…well a lot of teasing and some blissful torture but not consummation.

Julie smiled into his chest and thought All bets are off now though, her hand lightly traced circles on his chest while she felt his heart beat under her cheek. He was deep in sleep and when her hand slowly slid down further, dragging a nail lightly she was thrilled to find out his cock had hardened with a mind of his own. Her hand slowly circled his thick cock and started to stroke it softly and she was rewarded with a faint moan from him in his dream.

Unable to resist she shifted carefully so as not to wake him and lightly started to lick and kiss her way down his body until she had positioned herself between his legs. She rubbed his cock over her soft lips and moved her head down to slowly lick his balls while she kept stroking his cock. His cock started getting harder as she paid attention to it, finally she slid her tongue from the bottom all the way to the top of his cock and then sucked the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it. She let out a soft moan as she finally got to taste the cock she’s been dreaming about for a year. Hungrily she slid the cock further into her mouth, sucking firmly and pressing her tongue tight up against him while one had went down and grabbed his balls, massaging them in her palm.

She went on like, this sucking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, feeling her pussy get wetter by the second. Suddenly she felt his hands slide up her face and curl themselves into her curly hair taking handfuls on either side. 

“G’morning my little cocksucker,” he said with a dreamy smile on his face while he started pumping his cock in and out of her wet mouth, forcing it to slide in deeper and deeper with each thrust. She gazed up at him from between his legs and let out a louder moan as his cock started sliding into her throat.

Unable to contain himself Steve gasped a bit as he felt his cock enter her throat,

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good on me baby,” he groaned as he pushed his hips up faster. Invading her mouth and enjoying the wet tongue flicking against him rapidly. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold out… you wanna taste my cum baby?” He gasped out as he felt himself rising to the brink

Her eyes lit up and she started bobbing her head to meet his thrusts even faster, sucking as hard as she could and taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each pass. She wanted to taste his cum so bad, feeling his cock get even harder in her mouth before it finally started to throb and his load of hot cum splashed down her throat and into her mouth. Greedily, she swallowed and swallowed mewling for more deep in her throat while his hands tugged on her hair tightly as he came.

When he finally stopped shooting his load down her throat she reluctantly pulled his cock out of her mouth and started to lightly lick it. Cleaning up any last bit of cum she might have missed, then she slowly slid her way back up his body and tossed herself down beside him and grinned.

He blinked at her a couple times then rolled over and planted his lips on hers in a deep passionate kiss, dipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. His hand immediately cupped her soft breast and he felt her nipple poking his palm like a hard little pebble.

When he finally ended the kiss and looked into her eyes she winked at him playfully while arching her back slightly to push more of her breast into his hand.

“G’morning.” She let out a giggle that quickly turned into a moan as he tweaked her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth biting it lightly, with his mouth occupying her tit his hand slid down to her neatly trimmed pussy. He teased her and ran his fingers around the lips of her pussy lightly while she spread her legs even more and pushed her hips up to his hand.

Finally one finger slid smoothly into her wet cunt and immediately slid up to her clit where he drummed a tight rapid circle around it. Groaning deeply she thrust her hips at him and pulled his head down harder on her nipple, finally saying 

“Mmm I need you to fuck me so bad, slide your cock in me Steve…let me cum all over you,” Steve grinned into her breast and moved so she could feel his hard again cock against her leg.

Julie rubbed her leg up against his cock and moaning out when he slid two fingers deep into her pussy hard and fast.

“Please Steve? I need your cock inside me so bad… I need you to fill my pussy up, oh god please?”

Steve smiled and let her nipple go from between his teeth, slowly he pulled his fingers out of her juicy pussy and then maneuvered himself between her legs rubbing his cock up against her pussy

“Is this what you want baby?” He asked with a grin on her face while she wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him in. Her hands reaching up and playing with her hard little nipples and a wanton look on her face

“Mmmmm god Steve I’ve wanted to feel you in my pussy for so long now… Please fuck me!” She groaned out trying to grind her wet pussy against his thick cock.

Finally, in what seemed like ages he put both hands on her legs, spread them as wide as possible and then rammed his cock into her tight little pussy in one motion. His cock is fairly long and has a good width… feeling him completely fill her up in one movement made her cry out as she moved her hips up to meet his.

He started fucking her deep and hard and fast then, pistoning his cock in and out of her, feeling her warm wetness wrapped all around him. She was thrashing underneath him. Grinding her hips up to his, running her nails up his back and crying out. Soon her orgasm started to build from his deep poundings into her cunt and she cried out for him to fuck her even harder and to make her cum

As it overtook her she threw her head back and closed her eyes, arching her back up to him where he bent down and sucked a nipple hard into his mouth which made her body stiffen even more as she yelled out she was cumming for him

Feeling her already tight pussy contracting around his large cock, hearing her moans and groans as she came hard all around him Steve started to lose control.   He could feel his cum rising for a second time this morning.  He pushed it aside and waited for her to come off her high, still thrusting hard and deep into her super wet pussy.

Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled at him whispering “Cum for me!” 

Groaning he fucked her as fast as he possibly could.  When he reached the edge of his orgasm he pulled her cock out of her pussy and moved up to her face where she wrapped her hands firmly around him and started jacking him fast and hard. Licking the tip of his cock on each stroke.

Steve closed his eyes and urged her on and then felt the release as his cock throbbed as he started to shoot loads of cum all over her pretty lips and tongue which licked at and begged for more.

Once his orgasm finished again she promptly cleaned all of her juices off his cock with her tongue and captured any last pieces of his cum that she could find before she let him collapse on the bed beside her.

After a couple moments of silence they looked over at each other and grinned before kissing deeply

Julie winked at him and said, “Thank God we have a whole week…if you didn’t lie to me about this on the phone then I’m sure all the other stuff you wanted to do is gonna make my head explode.” 

Then she laughed and snuggled closer to him sliding her hand down to cup his soft cock until it became hard again.



At Last



It was Valentine's Day, the Annual Desperate & Dateless Ball. Michael and Tania were best friends, almost inseparable, but never romantically involved.

They filled out all the forms and the dating company set them up with career minded, good looking dates. They were both looking forward to the evening, especially the fact that they could share it with each other.

The night started well, Michael's date Joanne was gorgeous, smart and funny. Tania's date Greg was very handsome too but lacked a bit in the smarts department. They all got to know each other over drinks and then dinner. Before long though it became obvious that Greg and Joanne were more into each other than Michael and Tania.

After dinner Joanne and Greg got up to dance and left Michael and Tania alone at the table.

"Well this is going well isn't it?" Michael said.

"Oh, well we haven't had such a bad night, how about we dance?"

They got up just as a fast, sexy number came on and Tania and Michael showed Joanne and Greg what they were missing. The rest of the night flew by, they danced, they drank and before long it was time to go home.

Tania said a polite goodbye to Greg while Joanne took Michael aside for a quiet chat.

They had pre-arranged before the date that if they didn't work out then Tania would crash at Michael's place as she lived a fair way out of the city. On the cab ride back to Michael's house Tania asked him what she said.

"Oh it was nothing much, just that she had a great night and thanks for everything, maybe we can catch up sometime, you know the usual blow off" he said.

"Oh, ok then."

When they walked in the front door they could hear his flatmate Nathan and his girlfriend going for it in his room.

"At least one of us is getting some action tonight" Tania remarked with a huge smile on her face.

They walked past Nathan's room to get to Michael's part of the house and the door was wide open. Nathan wasn't a shy boy so when he saw them peeking in he called out to them.

"If you feel like a bit of fun you could always join us." His girlfriend gave him a swat but turned and winked at Michael.

"Maybe some other time mate" Michael replied and they shut the door and went into Michael's room.

As they were such good friends it was common practice when either one stayed over that they sleep in the same bed. Neither one had ever thought anything more of it than two friends being company for each other.

Joanne got changed in the bathroom & came out wearing her favourite t-shirt of Michael's that came halfway down her thighs. Michael was already in bed and watching tv. She jumped in and snuggled up next to him so he could put his arm around her as they always did while watching the box in bed.

"There's not much on unfortunately" he complained as he flicked through the channels.

Suddenly, there were two naked women on the screen kissing and touching each other's breasts. Michael quickly changed the channel thinking that Tania would be embarrassed.

"Leave it on," she said, "I've never actually watched porn before."

"Fine by me" Michael said but his mind started to tick over.

He turned it back over and the two women had changed positions so they we 69'ing each other. The camera showed everything and before long Tania was getting quite horny and could feel her panties becoming very wet.

They sat there in silence both transfixed to the screen. Tania could feel Michael's fingers tracing lightly on her arm and shoulder and that made her all the more horny. She had never felt these feelings for Michael before and didn't want to spoil anything between them so she sat there and didn't move.

The women on the screen were joined by a well-endowed male and as the women enjoyed each other he positioned himself behind one and proceeded to give her the best arse fucking that Michael had ever seen. He found himself with a raging hard on and was now thinking what would he be able to do about it.

He tried to think of something else before Tania noticed his arousal but it wasn't working, the fact that she was snuggled up next to him only made it worse. Right now he wanted nothing more but to taste her and fuck her but she hadn't moved or said a word so he took that as don't even try it or risk everything.

The actors on the screen continued to fuck each other until they climaxed together. It then ended and the news came on so Michael took that as a cue to turn it off.

"Well that was entertaining, I'm sure I'll have some pleasant dreams tonight" Michael said.

Tania laughed and kissed him on the cheek. She then rolled over facing away from him and said goodnight.

Michael usually slept with his arm over Tania but with his very hard cock straining at his underwear he didn't think it was the best plan tonight. So he lay there on his back waiting for his erection to diminish.

His mind kept going back to the porno and then to Nathan and his girlfriend fucking in the next room which he could hear through the walls.

Tania looked over her shoulder at him "Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yeah fine why?" he replied.

"Well usually you keep me warm in this chilly house but you are keeping your distance tonight."

"Oh.....sorry" he said.

Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to upset her he rolled on his side and put his arm over her but tried to keep a distance below the covers.

Tania had other plans and wiggled back against him. Pushing her tight round arse against his cock.

"Oh, Michael, maybe you need a cold shower" she giggled but didn't move away.

"Yeah well watching naked women ravishing each other has always been a thing for me, any male I guess" he tried to explain "I'll go and cool off if you like."

"Nah, its ok, kind of nice actually" she purred.

Michael was stunned, he had wanted Tania from the day he met her but she had never given him any indication that she was interested so he never made a move. Now his mind was racing but he didn't want to say the wrong thing and spoil it all.

"You know what Joanne really said to me as we left tonight" he whispered in her ear, "that we are perfect for each other and what are we doing looking elsewhere when we have something so special right here."

"Really? Oh...and what do you think of that?" she asked.

"I told her I couldn't agree more but I haven't been able to convince you of it yet." With that Michael kissed her gently on the neck.

Tania turned around as she said, "Oh Michael, I didn't know, why didn't you say something?"

"I didn't want to ruin what we have, I still don't."

She looked at him for what seemed the longest time her mind spinning. He didn't know what to say and the longer she looked at him the more he thought he had screwed it all up.

Then she pulled him to her and kissed him.

Her lips were soft and tender yet demanding. It felt just like a first kiss is supposed to feel yet it was so natural like they had been together for years.

She pulled away suddenly and smiled softly at him, then a wicked sparkle touched her eyes.

"You know," she said "I have wanted to have sex with you from the minute I laid eyes on you but I never thought you did. I think we have a lot of wasted time to make up."

They kissed again, this time with more urgency. He slid one hand under her t-shirt and traced his finger over her right nipple making it erect with his touch.

"mmm" she breathed heavily "that feels good."

He lifted the shirt above her head and took in the sight. She had small but perfectly shaped, pert breasts with beautiful pink nipples just waiting to be kissed and sucked on. She had always complained to him about the size of her breasts but he had never seen a more magnificent pair.

He put his mouth over one nipple and used his tongue to tease it, then his teeth biting gently. She moaned again. He moved his mouth away and then blew on the nipple giving her a shiver. He did the same on the other side biting a little harder this time and looking into her eyes as he did. She looked so aroused, so sexy he wanted her so badly but he wanted more to savour this for all it was worth.

She was lightly scraping her nails over his neck and shoulders as he teased her nipples and each time he bit her gently she dug them in just a bit harder urging him to keep going.

As Michael was propped up on one elbow he only had one free hand with which to explore her exquisite body. It had been resting on her stomach until now but it was time to uncover the rest of her hidden treasures.

He moved it down and hooked his thumb under the side of her g-string as he went pulling them down too. She raised her bottom so he could take them off completely and he tossed them to the floor. He then removed his own quickly and saw her eyes light up as she saw his very hard cock for the first time.

Tania then decided it was time to take control and push Michael onto the bed. He started to object but she put a finger to his lips and shook her head.

She positioned herself over his thighs and placed her hands on his shoulders. Then she leant over to kiss him but instead took hold of his bottom lip with her teeth and then pulled – not hard but hard enough.

She kissed his chin and neck then ran her tongue down from his neck to his stomach, as she did this she dragged her nails down too. Michael was enjoying every second of this pleasurable torture and as she reached his waist he arched his back to make her dig in a bit more.

She looked up at him and smiled then wiggled back a little and spread his legs around her so she could have better access to him. He could feel her wetness on his legs and that made him want to taste her so badly but he was enjoying this all too much.

She leant over again and kissed his stomach, then hips and then thighs. She lifted his leg up and kissed the underneath of his legs and bum. 

Tania was enjoying every second of exploring his body. She knew that he liked to be clean shaven but had never seen, touched or tasted a guy that had before and she now knew she didn't want to go back.

She took one of his balls into her mouth and tickled it with her tongue. She repeated this for the other side before running her tongue up his shaft. With this he let out a moan and she could taste the pre-cum as she reached his head.

She looked up at him but he had his eyes closed and small smile was on his lips. She decided to test the boundaries of their new relationship a little and put one finger in her mouth, moistening it before taking his head into her mouth. As she did this she inserted her finger into his tight hole and wiggled it as she sucked on his cock.

His eyes flicked open for a second from the initial shock and made eye contact with her. That look told her he was loving every second of this and please don't stop.

She pushed her finger in and out as she moved up and down over his hard cock. His moaning grew louder and she thought before long we will be competing with his room-mate. She loved the taste of him and wondered what his cum would taste like. She's never liked the thought of cum in her mouth and had flatly refused it from previous boyfriends but this was different, Michael was different, she wanted to taste and swallow it all.

She felt his head stiffen as he said "Ohhh Tan, I'm going to cum, oh fuck."

He exploded into her mouth and she lapped it up. It didn't taste anything like she expected and she knew she would be enjoying this quite regularly.

"That was fantastic," he said "Joel said you were great at sucking cock but he said you didn't swallow."

"Did he now?" she replied smiling "well I only do it for guys I care about so you can tell him that, bloody ex-boyfriends I don't know."

"Ok Sexy Girl, my turn to drive you wild" he said.

Her smile widened and she lay back on the bed.

He jumped up quickly and said "Don't move I'll be right back."

Tania was curious but stayed where she was. He returned quickly with something behind his back.

"What have you got there?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough just lay back, close your eyes and enjoy" he replied placing it on the floor next to the bed.

She did as she was told arms by her side and legs together.

He started by kissing her softly on the lips, across her cheek and to her ear where he whispered "you are so beautiful."

He then moved smoothly down her neck, lightly touching her, letting his breath do the work as he made her whole body tingle.

He reached her breasts and ran his tongue over her erect nipples, then sucked each one gently before moving down to circle her naval with his tongue.

He gently spread her legs open enough to lie between them and kissed from her left knee to the top of her thigh. He could taste her juices as he got closer to her pussy and it took all his will not to jump right in and taste her. He repeated with her other leg but this time brushed across her lips ever so slightly but enough to make her moan and raise her hips, wanting more.

Her musky smell was intoxicating; his will broke and just had to taste her some more. He ran his tongue along the edge of her lips before just pushing against her opening. She pushed against him and he licked up to her clit and teased it quickly then moved back down, pushing his tongue right into her pussy.

As he tongue fucked her he reached down to the floor and picked up a piece of ice. With this he placed it onto her aroused clit and she almost came then and there but he pulled it away just as quickly wanting to tease her a little longer.

The ice was melting quickly on her hot pussy and the water dribbled down her lips felt very erotic. He grabbed another piece and inserted it into her pussy making her cry out and as she did he sucked on her clit bringing her to orgasm for the first time that evening.

"Oh my fucking god" she cried as her orgasm subsided, "you are amazing."

"Not nearly as amazing as you" he smiled up at her.

He moved up the bed and kissed her passionately before positioning himself above her and sliding his now very hard cock into her dripping pussy.

She was so wet and her pussy hugged his cock tightly, perfect fit. He fucked her slowly as they continued to kiss. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. He moved a bit harder and a bit quicker and she started to cum again. He wanted to cum with her but wanted her to cum a couple more times first.

He pulled out of her and she looked at him and said, "you're not going to stop now are you?"

"Never, turn over Baby I want to really make you cum" he said.

She did as she was told and he slid back in from behind. He held one of her hands in his and squeezed it gently and the other hand he slid under her and started to rub her clit. They continued to kiss as he pumped in and out. 

He was close to cumming and started to rub her clit furiously. Her pussy tightened around his cock and milked his cum from him as she had a mind-blowing orgasm.

They collapsed on the bed, unable to speak just looking at each other in complete satisfaction.

Finally she kissed him and whispered in his ear "How could I have ever thought this would ruin things, we've wasted so much time, I love you Michael."



At Last



One eye popped blearily open, I check out the digital clock by my bed. Who in the hell is sending text messages at 4 in the morning? Somebody better need a kidney or have at least lost a major limb, I think to myself as I half fall off the bed to make the ringing stop. With a grunt of disgust, I pop open the phone. With one eye barely open and the other one deciding not to cooperate in the opening process, all I see is the symbol for picture mail.

"Whoop-de-fuckin'-doo, man!" My voice cracks with sleep and irritation. "Sending pictures of whatever-the-hell couldn't have waiting until the morning? Ugh!!!" Disgusted, I toss the phone on the bed and head for the bathroom. Might as well be productive if I am going to be up at this horrible hour. Refreshed and empty, I head back for the bed.

By now, both my damn eyes have decided to cooperate and I am still irritated but awake. "Fuck!" I throw myself across the bed and scream into my pillows. Momentarily, I get distracted because these new pillows are so firm and fluff. I think I am getting my money's wort....man..fuck that! I can't believe I am up and thinking about a pillow. UGH! I sit up and rearrange the pillows so that I can head back to sleep. Won't even think about the fact that I have now lost a good 15 minutes of sleep and I have to be up in an hour. As I am lying to myself and pulling the covers back up, the cell phone hits the floor. 

Should I get it? Nah. Fuck 'em. Ain't shit that important at 4 a.m....

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So twenty minutes later, I am crawling around the floor, trying to retrieve the cell phone from up under the bed. Lemme tell ya, if you are planning to get pissed about folks calling you at 4 a.m. and let the phone go under the bed, get one of those high numbers with the stairs. Don't go for the fru-fru chic ones from Scandinavia. You aren't getting under there. Anyhoo, I end up getting out the putter from my ex-boyfriend's golf bag. I knew these clubs would eventually come in handy. That is why I told him I sold 'em.

Breathing heavy, golf club thrown haphazardly in the closet next to my Jimmie Choos, I settle back on the bed with phone. Scrolling to the picture mail, I see a message from a number that I don't recognize. I cannot believe that my beautiful rest on my new 800 count pillows was interrupted by a message from a wrong number. I almost didn't open it, but, come on... What woman do you know that wouldn't have opened that message?

At first, I don't know what to make of it. And then, duh, it hits me. Somebody has sent some shots of their dick to someone. Unfortunately, they came to me instead. OK, maybe it wasn't unfortunate because this particular dick had the sexiest curve to the right that I had ever seen. And it was so thick and laced with veins. It looks so yummy, that I feel a twinge of regret that I don't know the guy attached to it. 

Oddly, after seeing that picture mail, I was able to go right to sleep. For all of 13 minutes, I got to sleep. You talkin' 'bout a mad sista girl when that alarm went off. But, the thought of that pretty dick made me feel just a little bit better about the situation I was able to pull myself together and make it out of the bed with only a minimum of attitude.

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The eight o'clock meeting with the department heads goes off without a hitch. My presentation about implementing new technology in our marketing strategies went over well. Since getting promoted to Director of Marketing, I have been waiting to be told in the meeting that it was all a mistake. They meant to give my job to the only other black person at my firm. He is my only real competition and makes me feel like a bug under a microscope. So, far though, other than Mr. Rodgers playing pocket pool while he looks down my cleavage and thinks I don't know, I haven't had any problems.

By the end of the day, I am feeling pooped. Issa, my secretary pops into my office to tell me she is leaving for the day. She and her girlfriends are heading to a spot known to be a new hot hang out for girls that dig girls. She has been giggling and talking in code on her cell phone in the bathroom all day, so I am glad to see her go. All that damn giggling was working my nerves. 

I am packing up my briefcase when my line rings. Forgetting that Issa has already left for the day, I let it keep ringing. After 10 rings, I remember she is out trolling for chicks. "Lynn Walker speaking." I am trying to prop the phone up to my ear and grab for my keys at the same time. The phone wins. The keys land under my desk right out of reach of my now-seeking 3 inch heel.

"Hey, Lynn. This is Alejandro. Is Issa still there?" Great. Issa's boyfriend grilling me is not a good sign for her. "I tried her cell, but she must have forgotten to turn it on when she left the office." His big 6'8 gruffness is palpable through the phone.

"Hi Alejandro. Ya know, I think Issa might be in the restroom or copying something. I was just about to leave and I don't see her desk." I really hope this girl has some insurance. If I am going to have to develop stories for her boyfriend, she is going to have to put me in the will in case he chokes her out for cheating on him. "I will leave a sticky note on her computer before I head out though. Hey, and tell your mom I said hi! I loved it when she sent us all those pastries for my birthday last month. She is the best! Ciao." Who am I to bust up Issa's game? Hate the player, not the game, baby.

On my knees, I can't believe that I am trying to reach up under something tight yet again in less than 24 hours. I am going to have to get a breast reduction or something if I am going to have to start fitting up under all these low lying things. 

"Man, I can't believe how wasted we were last night." Ward, the only other black person in my firm and my arch nemesis is loud and right outside my office door.

"You were wasted, my friend." Mr Rodgers, the company's head CEO laughs. "The rest of us were delightfully pleasant." 

WHAT THE FUCK!!! I can't believe kiss-ass Ward is fraternizing with Mr. Rodgers after hours. I am so undone that I stop reaching for the keys to see what other little gems they will tell while standing right in front of my door. 

"You didn't really let me send that picture did you?" I hear Mr. Rodgers laughing.

"Yes, I did, my boy." I have never heard Mr. Rodgers this laid back. He is always so gruff and short with me. "I am surprised that she didn't say anything about it to that secretary of hers about it."

"I am glad that she didn't." Ward was laughing but I could hear a little bit of anxiety in his voice when he talked. "Maybe she didn't even get the picture."

Mr. Rodgers pats Ward on the back. "If I had a dick half your size, I would be doing porn and taking all kinds of pictures of it."

Dick?.....DICK??? THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT A DICK SHOT??? No way... There is no way that the beautiful curved dick belonged to Ward. No fuckin' way...

"Excuse me?" Mr. Rodgers is now peering at me over the top of my desk. "Lynn, are you eavesdropping? That is most unprofessional." The gruff exterior is firmly back into place.

Trying to gracefully pop up from the floor, I try to make myself a little less wrinkled from writhing on the floor in search of my keys.

"No sir, I was not eavesdropping. I happen to drop my keys and was trying to retrieve them when you all stopped outside my door. I would never intentionally eavesdrop." I could see Ward standing the hallway trying to blend into the honey wood paneling. His eyes and mine met for an instant and I could see the truth. The picture that had been sent at 4 a.m. came from his phone. It was his dick. 

Mr Rodgers is looking a little uncomfortable as well. But then, suddenly his eyes take on a gleam. The pocket pool gleam. "Do you need help getting them. The keys, that is. I notice that you don't have them yet." His eyes become a deeper blue and I notice that he is looking down at my breasts. I look down as well and see what has his attention. My white lacy bra is showing. Most of the time it is great being well-endowed. But at this moment, with my milk chocolate breasts heaving from exertion and confusion, it is embarrassing. Before I can declare myself capable of getting my own keys, Mr Rodgers tells Ward to come in and help me with getting the keys. Then, that dirty old coot walks out.

Talk about an uncomfortable moment. Me fumbling with the buttons of the blouse and Ward trying not to look. I look down and notice that one of the buttons have popped off and is under the desk as well. Well, shit! This is not my day! I hurriedly grab for my blazer and realize that I left it in my Saab convertible after lunch. 

Ward looks as he is as uncomfortable as I am as he drops to the floor. His long fingers swoop up the keys and my button easily. In my next life, I want to be a man so that I won't get caught in another situation like this. Ugh! 

With my keys in my hand, finally, I gather up my briefcase and what is left of my tattered dignity and wait for Ward to unfold himself off the floor. I have never noticed how tall he was before. That was because I was always trying to stay away from him so he couldn't knife me in the back with a little in-house sabotage. But right now, as he comes to stand next to me, I am having the little black midget feeling. At 5'2, I know I am short. But Ward has to be at least a good 6'6. 

"Thanks for getting my keys. I will pay for your suit to be cleaned. I didn't mean for you to get down there in Armani, Ward." I cannot get out of there soon enough. I am just trying to get past that whole dick thing and get home to cover up my breasts at this point. 

"Hey, Lynn. It is no problem." Ward looks as if he would rather be anywhere rather than here at this moment. "Have a good evening."

With a sigh of relief, I smile and return the sentiment. I was hoping that he didn't think now was a good time for him to explain that dick thing. I still can't believe it. That is WARD'S DICK on my phone. Who woulda thunk it?

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Letting down the top to my convertible, I start talking to myself. Do you blame me? I mean, I was in shock about my day, to say the least. Dick pictures, fraternizing of my nemesis and my boss, showing off my breasts in my lingerie in MY OFFICE??? What kind of karma do I have? Who did I do wrong? I can't believe this is happening to m...

"Excuse me, Lynn." Ward is standing right behind me. "I didn't want to interrupt this fascinating monologue, but I feel I owe you an explanation." I hear the laughter in his voice before I turn to face him. 

I give up. I must have really ticked off one of my guardian angels to have this sort of day. "It is cool, Ward. You don't owe me anything. Why don't we just play like it never happened?" At this point, I am just looking for an escape from this moment. Any moment will do.

"No, Lynn, I can't just leave it. I have to get this off my chest while I have the courage to do so." Ward looks uncomfortable as I feel, but I can tell that he is determined to have this conversation. 

I put my hand up to stop him from talking. "Tell you what. If you want to have this conversation with me, can we do it in an hour or so? We can meet at a coffee shop or whatever or do it over the phone. I can't do it right now, though. All I can think about is how my shirt is missing a button and I am flashing you. I think I am going to need to be focused to hear this story." 

Ward looks in my eyes and sees that I am too overwhelmed to absorb much more. "OK, Ms. Lynn. Since you are willing to listen, I will give you an hour to change into something more...," his eyes run up and down my fitted dark business skirt and open blouse, "comfortable. Why don't you meet me at the Rose Garden in an hour? Do you know where it is? I go running there after work."

"Yes, I know where it is. I won't be running but sure, I will see you in an hour." With a smile, I slide into the soft butter leather of my car. Once my shades are in place, I wave and drive off. I am soo not ready to have this conversation.

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Tugging at my top to make sure it isn't showing too much cleavage or any stomach, I am still debating with myself the pros and cons of meeting Ward at the garden. I mean, it isn't like I don't know what he wants to talk about. Oh suck it up, I tell myself. You work with this guy. You don't want any unnecessary tension on the work front. This guy just wants to give his side of the story and then you can be gone. What is five minutes going to hurt? It isn't like he is a mass murderer or something.

"Ha ha, no Lynn, I have no plans to murder you this evening." Ward is smiling and looking all luscious beside my car. I really must learn to talk to myself in my head if he is going to keep walking up on me this way. I never knew he had muscles but in just a basketball jersey and shorts, that seems to be all there is of him. The dark chocolate of his skin has a thin layer of sweat. But instead of looking hot and bothered, he just looked....well, hot and yummy. 

He opens my car door and offers his hand as I climb out. "I went ahead and did my run before you got here. Sorry about the sweat."

Oh baby boy, let mama lick that sweat off you...hmm, hmm. "It is cool. Don't sweat it." Don't sweat it? Oh my goodness, I should have stayed home. Our eyes meet and both of us laugh. That seems to be the tension breaker we need.

"Hey, I packed a basket of some wine, some fruit and a little brie. Let's go sit by the pond while we talk." Ward had a picnic basket in his hand the whole time but I was so busy oogling him, I didn't even see it. This ought to be interesting.

Under a weathered old spruce, Ward takes the time to lay out a blanket. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble just for us to talk, Ward. I feel guilty now that I didn't bring anything." I should have had a shot of whiskey or rum or grain alcohol before this meeting. I am not feeling ready for this. Too bad I don't really drink much.

"You should feel bad." Ward replies with a smile. "No, for real, I really just appreciate the fact that you are letting me have my say." He had lost that less than comfortable look. As a matter of fact, he was starting to look rather self-assured. Ehh, maybe chalk that up to me imagining things due to the glare coming off his sweat.

I arrange my skirt to cover my legs while he pours the wine into two fluted glasses. Anything to keep myself from being nervous. "Here. Let me help you get the fruit and brie out." I make a move toward the basket, but Ward stops me.

"Sit back. Enjoy the birds singing. Look at the budding flowers around us. Relax and let me take care of everything." Do you know how long I have been waiting to hear that from a man??? But wait...that came from Ward? Now I am antsy all over again.

Once the fruit and brie are artfully placed on a silver platter, Ward takes a deep breathe and looks at me hard. Oh great, I think. I was hoping he was kidding about having to talk about today. But then he licks his bottom lip and my nipples get hard. Talk about a distraction. The lick makes his lip shine. That makes me think about wanting to see what it would be like to kiss him. Oh brother, have we got to end this little tete-a-tete soon. 

"Lynn, I know you heard Broderick and I talking outside your office. May I ask you a question?"

I was so nervous that I couldn't talk. I just nodded.

"Did you get any pictures early this morning from a number that you didn't recognize?" 

Again, I just nodded.

With a grimace, Ward continued. "Last night some of the guys in the office took me out to celebrate my birthday. I don't drink often and the alcohol got to me. It acted like a truth serum and told a little bit more than I meant to tell. I poured my heart out to them about how infatuated I am with you."

I opened my mouth to speak, but he stopped me.

"Wait. Hear me completely out and then you can tell me whatever you think." He looked at me to see if I would comply. Once I nodded again, he continued. "They all gave me advice on how to tell you but Broderick insisted that he knew the best way. At 3:30 in the morning after one too many chocolate martinis, I thought he had a great idea. Simply take a picture of what you do to me and send it to you. It wasn't until after your presentation this morning that I realized that the picture really had been taken and sent out. Anthony from accounting, came to pat me on the back and wish me luck. I really thought it was a just a bad dream until then. I have been wanting to ask you out forever but you look like I am going to bite you or something whenever I look your way at work. I have been checking you out, trying to see the best way to approach you for months now. I figured since you gave me a chance to tell you what happened, I should woo you a little at the same time. Maybe in a day or so, after you think about it, if you think I am not just a bad guy, we can go hear some jazz or go to the museum or something." Ward took a deep breath. "OK. I have had my say. There is more that I want to say but I think 'will you go out with me?' encompasses it all."

Talk about being thrown for a loop. I would have never in a million years have ever thought that Ward would be wooing me in a park. I never thought that he would be confessing that he had sent me X-rated pictures of himself and that our boss had egged him on. I cannot think of nothing to say. Dumbfounded would not even begin to cover how I feel at this moment.

While I am trying to process all of this information and come up with a response, Ward slips my left sandal off my foot. "While you are deciding whether to slap me or kiss me, let me rub your feet. Being in those 3 inch heels all day must be harsh on your feet." I want to say no but then he takes my foot into both of his huge hands. The warmth of his smooth hands instantly comfort me. Instead of a response, he gets a low moan out of me. "Why don't you lay back and look up at the sky and enjoy the feeling. Then, if you don't want anything further, we can just pretend that this never happened."

Never happened? This foot massage is feeling so great that I am thinking how I can afford to put him on my private payroll as a pedicurist. Laying back against the earth, it seems like everything is spinning. The way his fingers are kneading all my pressure points has me relaxed and squirming all at once. My eyes roll closed. I can't help it. It just feels too good to keep them open. 

Ward starts to massage my ankle and lower leg as well. It is like he is a tension-seeking missile and working every kink out of my lower body. When he raises my foot to rest it on his chest, my skirt falls up on my thigh. I think to pull it back over my legs. At that moment, he raises my foot to suck on my big toe. That renders me instantly frozen. All of my nerve endings are standing on end. In my mind, I know I need to move that toe out of his mouth. But, his tongue is so soft and his teeth graze my skin. There is no way I can move my toe at this time. My legs fall apart with an "oh" and unconsciously I rub my arms over my breasts. 

Ward takes my toe out of his mouth. With a little pout, I pop open an eye. "Why did you stop? I mean, uh, what was that about?" Yeah, Lynn, try to make it sound like you weren't about to completely surrender to Ward. Who is fooled? Oh yeah...no one.

"I stopped because I want you to come back to my place." Ward pauses to make sure I understand what he means. "I want to lay you in front of my fireplace. I want to feed you mango and suck the juice from your lips. I want to see where else you will allow me to suck juice from you."

With a sigh and regret in my voice, I turn Ward down. "I don't think that is a great idea. I mean, I am very flattered that you went through all this trouble for me. But, I don't know about sleeping with someone I work with everyday. I might need to think about that." I have no idea how I gathered the strength to turn him down.




At Last



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So as we pull up to his house, I start to rethink my decision to come to his house. Yes, I know I told him 'no'. But, see, what had happened was he started sucking on my other toe and then he sucked on one ankle bone and voile, I am following him home. I am a woman and I reserve the right to change my mind. Oh, heck, what warm-blooded woman would pass up a sexy bald 6'6 dark chocolate man to suck on her? Especially when his dick curves like a G-spot seeker. Not that I will be trying that out tonight. 

He doesn't turn on any lights, but I get the feeling that the rooms are big and have high ceilings. There seem to be a lot of overstuffed couches and chairs throughout the house. His bedroom is opulent. There is no other word to describe it. Rich fabrics and textures grace the bed. It looks like a sultan's bed with so many pillows covered in silks, brocades, and satins. The red and black of the room should seem garish, but the gold accents soften it and make it sexy. As promised, the obsidian fireplace dominates one wall. With a huge beveled mirror over the mantle, the room looks even bigger. A black bearskin rug keeps watch over everything from in front of the fireplace. 

"I am going to run you a bath and you can soak while I get my room ready." Ward whisks off between two gold double doors before I can stop him. 

"Ward, that isn't necessary. Thank you." I start to follow him through the doors. "Why don't we just go for the fruit tonight?" Before I can say anything else, I am taken aback by the size of the bathroom. It is as big as my whole living room. Straight ahead, flanked by gold mirrors and candles on 3 sides, is the marble Jacuzzi looks as if it is carved from the same material as the fireplace. Either he can't hear me or he is ignoring my protest because he adds bath oils to the running water and checks the temperature. 

"In the dressing closet, you will find some robes. They are all mine but feel free to use which ever one takes your fancy." Ward walks over to me with a smile. "I know you want to say no to all of this." He kisses me ever so gently. "Baby, don't say no tonight. Be my fantasy for one night." When a man puts it like that, what woman can resist? OK, well, I ain't her.

By the time I undress and slide into a beautiful embroidered kimono that swallows me up, Ward has turned off the water, and turned on some music. The sounds of Roberta Flack wafts through the rooms, making me feel sexy and romantic. A trail of blood red rose petals lead me from the closet to the tub. Bubbles and petals mingle among the bubbles that rise up to meet me. With a deep breath, I slide the robe off and lay it on the chaise that is beside the Jacuzzi. I hurriedly slide in before Ward comes back in and sees me naked.

Once I am in and camouflaged with bubbles, Ward makes an appearance. "Let me wash your hair for you and then I am going to leave you to your bath." Wash my hair? No one has washed my hair for me since I was a small child. He comes up behind me and pours shampoo into his hand.

"Really, Ward, I can do that. With my hair so short, it is nothing for me to do it." It has been so long since a man really wanted to cater to me, that it is hard for me to sit back and just enjoy it.

"No, sit back. Let me spoil you. Remember. Tonight you have agreed to be my fantasy." Ward is in complete control. His fingers caress my scalp so lovingly, tenderly. It feels erotic when he is rubbing his fingers through my short hairstyle. Since, this is what he wants, I lay back into the water to just enjoy the feeling of him rubbing me. When he is sure that my hair is clean, he grabs a sea sponge and starts to wash my back. 

"Won't you get in with me, at least?" I ask him. He is starting to make me so ready that I want to feel him next to me. 

"This is what I am going to do, baby." He gets up and smiles. "I am going to take a shower and wait for you in the bedroom. Take as much time as you need." He walks into a room off to the side and I hear the drum of the water hitting the tiles. 

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Washed up and feeling refreshed and ready for anything, I prepare to get out of the Jacuzzi when I realize that there are no towels anywhere in my proximity. "Ward. Baby, may I have a towel?" He walks into the bathroom. How could I have not noticed how sexy he was before today? I am asking myself. He has on a towel that is slung low on his hips. I am trying to will it to fall off right then and there. He reaches into a closet and pulls out a towel that is easily twice long as any towel I have seen and twice as wide. 

"Baby, let me help you out." Ward holds the towel up as I get out. Once I am firmly on the bathroom floor, Ward wraps the town around me. He is making me feel like a queen with all of this treatment. 

The same petals that lead me to the Jacuzzi weave a path towards the bed. Ward takes me by the hand and leads me to where the path ends. There, he gently unwraps me and dries me off. "Lay on the bed. I am going to get some oils to rub into your body." Ward has already made sure that the bed is turned back. 

Each and every muscle, joint, portion of skin slowly gets Ward's ministrations. Teasing me to the point of madness, I was almost dying by the time he rub the oils into my breasts. I try to touch my wetness while he is rubbing my breasts, but he stops me. "No baby, that is all mine tonight. Let me." I thought that means that he is going to touch me there, but he has other ideas. My thick dark nipple, surrounded by my big areola is engulfed in his mouth. I grab hold to his bald head. I want him to keep sucking. It feels so very sexy. My hands run from his head to his shoulders, rippling underneath my caresses. When he finally pulls away from them, my nipples protest and get harder looking for him to come back. 

He starts to rub my inner thighs. At first he is avoiding all contact with my opening. He is looking down at it with such a look of awe, that I am amazed. "I have never seen a girl shaved before." He starts to rub the bald area right above my clitoris. I can see when he notices my clit ring. He stops rubbing me and opens up my lips. "You have a piercing down there too?" Before I can answer, he places his mouth right over the opening and starts to suck my juices. My inner lips are contracting on his tongue every time he slides it inside of me. My breath is coming in shallow pants. I am ready to come. He senses it and changes up tactics. With his lips sucking my clit, he slides two, then three fingers inside of me. I feel so full and so turned on, I am no match for his skills. Within a minute, I am coming so hard that my girl juice is shooting out over his hand and arm. 

Ward looks up at me and whispers, "I love you." Before I can even think to respond to that, he is inside me. Over and over and over again he thrusts inside of me. Whatever I thought about that curve, I wasn't prepared for how it feels. Imagine someone taking your G-spot and plugging it up to an electrical outlet. That is how he feels inside of me right now. 

I am trying to give him back pleasure as well. Kissing on his neck and listening to him moan. And then I find out that his nipples are sensitive. I start to suck on one and scrape my nail gently over the other one. Our sweat is mingling. Our bodies are moving as one to a precipice and we only have each other to hold onto.

"If you want me to keep on going, you are going to have to stop sucking on my nipples." Ward growls to me. I look up at him, mischief in my eye and say, "Come for me, Daddy." Then I start to nibble suck on his nipples for all that I am worth. I want him to feel as much pleasure as he is giving me. 

"Oh girl, you gonna make me marry your ass!" Ward says as he grabs me by the buttocks and lifts me onto his dick, impaling me. I feel his finger slide into my other hole and I am done. My climax comes on so quickly, that I don't have a chance to prepare for it. Once again I am shooting out girl come on him. I feel his thick dick pulsing inside me as he starts to come inside of me. So much come that I don't know when it is stopping. I only know that I don't want it to stop. 

Spent, we both fall back to the bed, and wrap ourselves around each other. Kissing and holding, it is like we don't want to let go of this moment. I can't believe that I was just casting aspersions on this man's head hours ago. I feel like I have come home.

"Let me get you a towel and clean you off, baby." Ward makes to get up out of the bed. 

"Don't you dare." I snuggle up under him and find a particularly sweet spot on his neck to nibble. "Stay here with me. I don't want this moment to end."

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All night we seem to be making love. He and I do everything that either of us can think of to do. As I lovingly suck my juices from his dick, he grabs his camera phone for a shot. "After all, baby girl. This is what started it all for us." He takes a couple of shots. I take a couple of him licking me but all of a sudden it isn't a game anymore and he is back inside of me. As the sun rises, he holds me close and we fall asleep.

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I wake with a start because it is Wednesday and I am now so late for work that it am not even funny. Shit! Then I realize that one, it is Saturday. And two, I am still at Ward's house. Naked. Sore in interesting places. Smiling from ear to ear. As I do a happy little stretch, Ward comes in with a wonderful smelling breakfast of fresh bagels and fruit.

Without words, he slides back into bed and settles me against him so that he can feed me fruit. Soon we are eating fruit from each other's mouth. I am just about to place a piece of fruit in his navel, when I notice that the fruit is shimmering in the morning light. Huh? Upon closer inspection, I find a diamond ring nestled on the top of this strawberry. When I look up,

he is smiling.

"What does this mean, Ward?" I can't believe I just found a diamond solitaire in our morning fruit.

"I had originally planned to ask you at the park to marry me, Lynn. I have loved you for so long. I couldn't stand not saying anything about it any more. Marry me, Lynn."

With tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, I say, "Bribe me."

Hours later, well-loved and bribed with toe sucks and licks in every crevice, I give my answer. 

Ward and I are getting married in June. Mr. Rodgers will be the best man. Now if I can just find a trustworthy soul to tape our honeymoon....



At Last



After many months, the time has come... I get to behold you with my own eyes... to take you in and hold you close... to feel your body against mine...

We've planned this night over and over... both of us dieing to reach this point... now we've reached the point of no return...

I arrive at the hotel that we've set up and pick my key up from the desk... I hope I'm here first so that I can freshen up for you... be at my best... they tell me that you haven't arrived yet... good... 

After I get into the room, I call your cell phone to see how far out you are... you tell me there is about an hour before your arrival... I tell you I'm about the same... that gives me time to shower and fix everything just right...

I unpack my suitcase and set out the candles that I brought... I light them and turn off the lights letting the warm glow bathe the room... I lay out the outfit I brought to greet you in and start a bath running, filling the tub with a wonderful bubble bath with ginger lily scent... leaving the bathroom door open so the smell wafts into the room also...

Before I undress and get into the tub... I call room service and ask that they come light the fireplace... I anxiously await their arrival so that I can get started... as the gentleman enters the room to light the fireplace, he notices the candles and the outfit on the arm of the chair... he just smiles, lights the fire and with a generous tip, he scoots off down the hall... I light a few candles in the bathroom and start to get ready...

I slowly undress, looking at myself in the mirror...hoping you will be pleased... loving every curve... anxious to make me yours... I climb into the tub and slowly start splashing the warm water upon my skin... seeing it glisten with the light of the candles...

I take time to make sure all the curves and secret parts are fresh and ready for you... I'm so nervous about this... but my body starts to ache as I think of you... wanting you... I climb from the tub and wrap a warm towel around me... glancing in the mirror... still the unsure little girl inside... I just want to please you...

I sit at the vanity and brush my hair out... slowly making sure it's in place... laying softly on my shoulders... I put on my make up -- lightly -- I know you like it that way... I lay the towel aside and slowly put on the outfit I brought for you to see...

As I slip the dress over my head, it flows down my body like a soft summer rain... the soft white material moving across every inch of my body the way I want your hands to... the dress fits perfect... hugging my breasts like your hands holding them tight... snug to my waist as your arm will be when you pull me close... the skirt flowing around my legs... soft and sheer fabric so you see my tan legs through it... the slit in the side up to my hip so that my leg is exposed with every step... I pull on a pair of lace thongs... white just like the dress... the material feels exquisite against my skin... I step into a pair of red heels... fasten the straps around the ankles and put on the finishing touches... a splash of perfume, a dab of lip gloss and I call room service one last time....

I order us a bottle of champagne... as the bottle arrives I am cautious not to be seen too much... this is for your eyes only... for your enjoyment and pleasure... After the delivery, I notice that it's close to time for you to arrive... I call down to the desk and ask them to let me know when you get here... I want to be ready...

When the phone rings... I know you are in the elevator, coming to me as you have so many times in my dreams... I hear your key in the door... I pour you a glass of champagne, sit down in the chair with your glass in my hand and cross my legs over the arm of the chair...

My heart pounds as you turn the door knob, and slowly opening the door... I can feel the excitement growing in me... I can't breath... it's hard to swallow... my body aching more every minute that goes by...

You stand there with the door open... I can see the passion in your eyes... feel the heat rising... I rise from the chair and move towards you... I take your hand in mine and shut the door, lead you to the chair and sit you down... I hand you your glass, knowing you probably need it by now...

I take your hand in mine... I put your hand on my hip and I softly sit down in your lap... our eyes meet... the flicker of the fire dancing in the room... but the sparks in our eyes are brighter... after a minute of just taking in each other, I lean in and softly kiss you on the lips... your arm wraps around me, pulling me closer...

You pull me into one of the most magnificent kisses I've ever felt... all the passion and desire flowing from you into me... I can feel my body tingle and start to shake as you continue to kiss me making me cum so hard... I melt into your arms... your kisses down my neck... across my collarbone... and across my shoulder... 

As I sit sideways in your lap I can feel your hand run up the outside of my waist, turning me towards you... my heaving breasts against your chest... each of us feeling the other's heart beat... looking into your eyes... melting with your touch...you wrap your arms around my waist lifting me from your lap as you stand... now I'm looking up at you...

I take my hands and pull your face to mine... kissing you again... our tongues dancing like the flames of the fire... feeling the fire inside burning hotter and hotter... I slowly start to unbutton your shirt... easing it from your shoulders and down your arms to the floor... my hands start at your neck... feeling my way down your strong shoulders, arms and taking your hands in mine, entwining our fingers, and wrapping your arms around me... you trapping my hands behind my back, holding me there as you lean and kiss me harder, more intense than before...

You softly bite my lower lip... sucking it softly... moving to my neck, sucking against my skin... your kisses moving down between my breasts... you can see how hard my nipples are through the soft material... because my hands are behind me, my breasts are pushed out to you, my cleavage fully exposed...

You use your teeth and tug the material to the side a little, exposing one of my hard nipples... my body weakening at feeling your breath on me... you draw my exposed nipple into your mouth... gently nibbling at first... you increase the pressure and suck on it like a hungry baby... I can feel my knees give as I cum for you again...you let my nipple fall from your mouth and softly blow on it making it even harder...

You stand again...releasing my hands... your hands in my hair... pulling me to your lips... kissing me again... my hands wrapped around you... needing to be closer, to feel you breath, your heart beat, your warmth... seeing the fire in your eyes... my body wants you more now than ever...

You take my hand, guiding me towards the bedroom... we stop at the side of the bed... you slowly run your hand up the slit in my dress... your hands gently touching me... following the curves of my leg to my hip...

You start to lift my dress over my head... the brush of the fabric across my skin along with the warmth of your hands... my body tingles...you drop the dress to the floor... I stand before you in nothing but the white thong... my breasts heavy with desire...

You hook a finger into the side of my panties and slowly move them down my legs, kissing my body as you move down... I step out of them for you... you ease me back onto the bed... laying me down so gently, passion burning in your eyes...

You lay beside me and kiss me again... your hand running across my shoulders and down my side... I see you looking at my body... taking in every moment of the exploration of your hand... taking your hand you run it up my inner thigh... feeling the heat growing as you come closer to the spot you have waited so long to find...

My body tenses as I want you to touch me there... wanting you to feel the passion I have for you... you look at me, smiling... our breathing becoming labored...you close your eyes for a moment as in disbelief... the time is finally here...

You lean in and take my hard nipple in your mouth again, your hand massaging my breast firmly, your hand moving down my stomach to the top of the little patch just above my pussy... you feel the heat coming from it... I part my legs for you, wanting you to touch me... feel me... 

Your fingers softly brush against the outer lips of my pussy, feeling the wetness... you look into my eyes as you take a finger and brush it across my swollen clit... the electricity in your touch sending me over the edge and I cum for you again...

You slowly insert one finger, moving it around slowly... deliberate... then pull it out and lick the juices from your finger... you smile... rise from the bed and place yourself between my legs... you pull me to the edge of the bed as you get on your knees...

I can feel your breath against my thighs as you kiss your way to explore my secret places... you breath deeply, taking in the scent... you use your fingers to spread me apart, exposing my inner folds... seeing the juices running from me down the crack of my ass...

You use the tip of your tongue to flick my clit, my back arching as I moan in delight... you then use your tongue and lick the flowing juices from my aching pussy... I hear you moan as you take it all in... your tongue starts bathing my pussy with licks, kisses and I can feel you push your tongue into my pussy... your finger playing with my clit... feeling it swell even more...

You push a finger into my pussy, getting it as wet as possible... using the juices that have ran down my crack along with the coating from my pussy, you take your finger and run it along my ass, and slowly push your finger against my hole... as your finger enters my ass, you use your tongue on my pussy again... flicking the clit, licking the lips of my pussy...

I take my hard nipples in my hand and massage them as your finger starts moving in and out of my ass just as your tongue is my pussy... you feel my body tense and I arch my back as another wave of orgasm racks my body... I scream out as I cum the hardest orgasm so far...

You ease your finger from my ass and climb back upon the bed with me... you lean in and kiss me, sharing the taste of my orgasm with me... my body aches for you... I place my hand on your chest and push against you, pushing you to your back... you wrap your fingers in my hair pulling me to you, kissing me more passionate that before...

I take my hand and start unfastening your pants as I slowly kiss my way across your chest and down your stomach... I ease your pants down your hips, thighs and then let them fall to the floor... Your cock hard, jumping with your heart beat...

I take your balls in my hand, gently tugging them, massaging them... I use the tip of my tongue to lick the glistening drops from the swollen head of your hard cock... I kiss the head and use my tongue to draw it slightly into my mouth... I release it, and then draw it into my mouth again, this time I take it all the way in, deep into the warmth of my throat... I moan softly as I slowly slide my mouth up, pausing at the head to run my tongue around it, teasing... 

I can feel your cock growing harder with each sweep of my tongue... I take you deep into my mouth again... I slowly start moving up and down on your cock... you tangle your hands in my hair, guiding my head up and down... you start to match the movements with your hips... slowly fucking my mouth... my hand still massaging your balls... I slip a finger around and start to massage your ass, gently pressure against the hole...

I feel you tense... you cock jumps with excitement... I ease you from my mouth and move to reach the bottle of massage oil from the bed stand... I place a few drops of the oil on my fingers and place the bottle back on the stand... there is excitement dancing in your eyes...

I take my oil covered finger and place it back on your ass... slowly rubbing the oil around the hole and then I gently start to insert my finger... I use my free hand to slowly stroke your cock for the moment... I start to slowly move my finger in and out of your ass... taking you back into my mouth and I start to fuck your extremely hard cock with my mouth once again, matching the strokes of my finger...

I can feel your excitement reaching a peak... I move my finger in and out faster and I suck on your cock with more intensity... your hips are moving with my strokes... I take you deep into my throat... you try to stop me before you fall over the edge but I won't let you...

I want to feel you cum in my mouth... swallow every drop of your hot cum... I look into your eyes and see that the time is now... I can feel your body tense as the orgasm starts... your ass gripping my finger... your cock twitching... then I feel the first spasm of your cock against my tongue... then you cock starts to pump your wonderful cum deep into my throat and all over my tongue... I continue to pump your cock with my mouth as you blow your load... swallowing every precious drop of it, sucking you dry...

As your orgasm subsides, your cock softens slightly and I ease my finger from your ass... I rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom and get a warm, wet rag... I return and wash the oil from your ass, lick the remaining drops of cum from the head of your cock and then wash the moisture from you...

I toss the rag back into the bathroom and get us both a glass of champagne... you drink yours quickly and take mine from my hand... sitting the glass on the stand... you pull me on top of you, my breasts brushing against your chest... my legs, one on each side of your waist... the wetness of my pussy on your stomach...

You pull me down to your mouth, kissing me, your hands roaming over my sides and hips... I can feel your cock against my ass... my body shivers as I think of how wonderful it's going to be when I get to feel you enter my pussy...

You take your hands and start massaging my breast... my nipples grow extremely hard from your touch... you take one in your mouth... you take the nipple between your teeth and gently tug it... using your tongue, you circle my nipple and then such it into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue over and over... you release it and focus on the other breast... teasing that nipple too... my nipples are so hard, aching... my body tingling at your touch... you can feel the heat and wetness of my pussy against your stomach...

As you suck my nipples, my body reacts and I start to move my hips, rubbing my pussy against you, the heat growing... I can feel your cock growing hard again, pressing against my ass... I squirm a little more so I can feel it rubbing against me...

You take your hands, place them on my hips and quickly push me onto my back... you remain between my legs... I can feel your cock brush against my thigh... You brush the hair from my face... kissing me... my breasts tightly against your chest... your weight holding me in place... you take a hand and run it up my outer thigh to my hip... along my waist...down my waist and back to my thigh... moving around to my inner thigh... you lean to the side a little making room for your hand to touch my pussy...

You rub my clit softly at first... the juices flowing from the swollen lips of my waiting pussy... you insert one finger and start moving it in and out while your thumb continues to rub my clit... I feel your breath on my breast... 

You insert another finger, then another... priming me for your cock... you start fucking me faster with your fingers, your thumb applying more pressure against my clit... you can feel the orgasm start... my pussy dripping wet... my body arching... pushing my pussy against your hand... your fingers covered... fucking me...

I gasp as the waves wash over me... my pussy gripping your fingers with each pulse of the orgasm... as the largest wave hits I scream out and my pussy gushes it's juices... squirting every where... covering your hand, my thigh... you have made me cum like I have never cum before...

As the waves subside some you ease your fingers from my now soaked pussy... you lick them clean... moaning as you savor the taste... I can feel your cock, now pressing firmly against my thigh... you lean and kiss me, positioning your cock against the lips of my pussy... 

You lean in and whisper to me telling me how bad you want me... I wrap my arms around your shoulders, pulling you to me... whispering to you how much I want to feel you inside me... you take your hand, place it behind my knee, pulling my leg up and around your waist... then you whisper to me that it's time... at last...

In one swift move, your cock plunges deep into my aching pussy... I draw a sharp breath as my pussy pulses again, squeezing your cock as I am rocked by a very intense orgasm... you don't move, feeling my pussy grabbing your cock and holding it deep... 

As the orgasm slows, you start moving in and out of me, pausing with just the head in and then pushing it deep in me again... over and over... I offer you my nipple and you take it into your mouth and suck on it firmly... your hips moving up and down, driving your cock in and out of me...

The sounds... the electricity... it's too much to take and I scream as I cum for you again... you don't stop moving this time... keeping the peak going longer... stronger... you slow a little and shift your weight... you rise up slipping of the edge of the bed and pull me with you... never loosing contact... moving my legs up onto your chest... 

You start driving your cock into me harder than before... my tits bouncing with each thrust... I can feel your cock deep in me... slowly fucking me so hard... sending my body into convulsions as my pussy grips you again... covering your with more hot juice... 

You stop, taking your cock out... I can see my juices dripping from your balls... your hard cock covered in the slick wetness... you turn me over and have me get on my knees... you slowly push the head of your cock into my pussy from behind... I try to push against you so I can have your whole cock in me but you stop me... slap my ass and tell me not to move...

You reach over to the bed stand and grab the oil that I used before... you drip a few drops on my ass... the head of your cock still paused in my pussy... you slowly push into me a little more as you use your finger to rub the oil on my ass... putting pressure against the hole... you push your finger into my hole and start to run it in and out, making sure the oil is covering every part...

You insert a second finger into my ass, stretching me open, getting me ready to take your cock... your cock moving slowly in and out of my pussy as your fingers move in and out of my ass... my ass tightens around your fingers as my pussy pulls at your cock and other orgasm rocks me...

Before the orgasm can subside, I feel you take your cock from my pussy and you flip me over onto my back and put a pillow under my ass... I can feel your cock between my checks and you press it against my ass... easing the head in... my body shaking with another orgasm as your cock slowly moves deeper into my ass... you move slow and deliberate... giving my body a chance to adjust to you... 

I take my fingers, run them through the juices of my soaked pussy and start to play with myself for you... seeing you watch as you start moving your cock in and out of my ass... the juices from my pussy dripping down onto your cock keeping it slick... I love seeing you enjoy the show... my fingers start circling my clit... 

You start fucking my ass harder and deeper as you watch me play with my clit... I insert a finger and start to match your pace... my clit swollen, my pussy aching... my ass full...




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You reach to the bed stand and grab the dildo that was patiently waiting to be used... you cover it with my juices and push it into my pussy at the same time you drive deep into my ass... filling both my holes at the same time... sending me into orbit with a mind blowing orgasm...

My fingers wrap around the dildo and I start fucking myself with it, moving with the same strokes as your cock... you can feel the dildo against your cock... everything full, tight and hot... you slow down so as to savor the moment... your hand guides mine, fucking me with the dildo faster and faster... shoving it deep into my pussy... I scream out as another orgasm covers my body... my pussy pulsing over and over...

You take the dildo from my hand... removing it from my pussy, seeing it dripping with my cum, and place it back on the stand... You take your cock from my ass, push it back into my wet pussy and start fucking me hard and deep... I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you deeper... I can feel you wanting to explode...

You reach down... wrap your arms around me... pulling me off the bed... your cock buried deep in my pussy... you turn, push me against the wall, holding me... you kiss my neck... holding me against the wall, you start fucking me harder and harder... my tits bouncing against your chest... my legs around your waist... looking me in the eyes... 

You can feel my body starting to tense as another orgasm starts... you lean in, whisper to me that it's been worth the wait... kiss me deeply, our tongues dancing... and as my orgasm reaches it's peak...I feel your cock jump inside me... you let out a primal moan and as you look into my eyes again... our body collide in the most fantastic orgasm... pulsing together... both of us screaming out... our bodies shaking... 

As we come down from the clouds you ease me to my feet, my knees shaking... I lead you to the bath room and start a hot shower for us... as the steam rises in the room I grab the soap and slowly wash you, touching every inch of your body... when I finish, you wash my body, exploring the curves all over again...

We finish the shower... dry each other off and we dress for dinner... knowing that the night will be even better... all we have done is taken the edge off... now the fun begins... At Last...



At Last



It was spring break. 

Out of the twelve inhabitants of our two dorm suites, only the two of us remained. 

And that was okay. We had plans. 

Three glorious days to ourselves, once our roommates had gone, and the freedom to enjoy one another without the sideways knowing glances of those around us. 

We had met the previous fall; he was a sophomore and I was a freshman. Our initial relationship had been one of simple chatter, a bit of teasing and ribbing, some coerced tutoring. Without him, I never would have passed my engineering classes, let alone gotten A's. 

Then had come a school dance, and he had surprised me by asking me to be his date. We had barely talked the entire evening, we were so nervous, but a short week later had gone to see a movie. That night had ended with a brief, awkward kiss. I never was entirely sure if it had been a kiss or an accidental meeting of faces.

The following night we had talked for hours, parting only because I needed to study for final exams. His declaration of love had floored me, and repeating it back had been as natural as breathing. He had left me after a deep, passionate kiss and when the door slammed shut behind him, I had promptly neglected my textbooks and retired to my room to pleasure myself while I imagined his cock fucking me, sliding in and out of my virginal pussy... 

In a completely tender and respectful manner, of course. 

Two months of heavy petting, mutual masturbation and promises followed. Long nights talking, touching, tasting, discovering one another and ourselves and trying desperately to obey the puritanical teachings of our parents. At least in theory.

Hormones prevailed, and now was our chance for more. 

A trip to Safeway enabled me to create a semi-home-cooked meal. All using the microwave in my lounge, which one of my suitemates refused to let the rest of us use as none of us helped pay the rent on it. When the cat's away...

We ate Salisbury steak, twice-baked potatoes and broccoli with cheese, washed down with lemonade and followed by micro-waved cookies, all sitting at the ugly orange metal table where my roommate held her study group. 

"Are we really going to do this?" he asked when we had finished and tossed away the paper plates. 

I was already tingling with anticipation. "If you want to."

"Oh, I want to," he answered. "I just want to make sure you're ready." 

"I'm ready. I love you." 

"I love you." His eyes smiled and conveyed the same message as he kissed me lightly. 

We withdrew to my bedroom and began kissing. I ran my fingers through his hair and removed his silver-framed glasses, carefully placing them on the bureau. I slid my hands beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the flat, toned muscles of his abdomen. 

"Will you take this off for me?" I requested shyly and stood back to admire as he slowly drew his shirt over his head. He was already hard beneath his jeans, and thinking about what he was about to do with his cock had my mouth dry and my pussy wet and throbbing. 

I ran my hands over his chest, through his dark, curling hair, over his nipples, down the sides of his ribcage. He wriggled when I touched him there, and I laughed. He was ticklish. 

My giggle released some of the tension, and he began touching me as well. His hands gravitated towards my breasts, covered in a green satin bra, and he gently slid my t-shirt over my head. He cupped my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs through the satin, kissing me all the while with lips and tongue. 

Our passion quickly reached a fevered pitch and we began struggling with snaps and zippers, kicking out of our jeans and leaving our discarded clothes on a pile on the floor. We collapsed on my twin bed, and touched, kissed and licked every inch of skin we could reach on the other. 

He clumsily struggled with my bra clasp, and I helped him out, releasing my full breasts for his viewing, and touching, pleasure. 

When his mouth latched onto one distended nipple, I couldn't help but moan. His warm mouth sent electric shocks pulsing through my body in a line straight from my nipple to my clit. I arched against him, pressing my satin-clad pussy against his cock, barely constrained by simple cotton boxers.

He seemed huge, considering the fact that I could barely manage to use a tampon. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I met his gaze. His eyes had darkened and seemed intense, framed by sensually dark, curly lashes. 

"Yes." I reached down to push his boxers off. He scrambled to remove them and I slid out of my satin panties. 

The sensation of being completely naked together nearly undid us both. His cock rubbed against my pussy, his dark hair mingling with mine. For a moment, we merely held one another, enjoying the intensity of the moment. 

"I'm going to come," he whispered, and I could tell he was a bit embarrassed at his lack of control.

I was determined that he would come inside of me and reached down to guide him to my pussy. He pressed, gently at first, then more eagerly. 

It hurt, as it had the half dozen times before when we'd abandoned our task, but this time, rather than shrink away, I bit my lip and pushed past the pain, trying to relax and welcome him inside of me. He felt as huge as he'd looked, but all I could think as my body adjusted to the invasion of his was, "Finally..." 

He thrust back and forth a few times and I hung onto him, finally enjoying the feel of him inside of my body. I began to move upwards to meet him and ran my hands up and down his back, breathing in his scent as my face was tucked between his neck and shoulder. 

He shuddered and moaned, long and soft, as he came. I felt warm spurts of fluid deep inside of me and reflexively clenched around him. 

He collapsed, and I embraced him tightly. Tears dripped down my cheeks as emotion overcame me.

He was forever bound to me now. 



At Last



She arrived at the restaurant late. She knew she was late, but didn't want to look rushed. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and walked confidently to the host.

"Reservation for Angel...I believe he is waiting for me."

The tuxedo clad host took a moment to admire the striking brunette, before remembering himself and clearing his throat, "Yes, Ma'am. Please follow me."

He led her through the maze of tables to a table in the back corner of the room. She saw him immediately, handsome and strong, sitting alone at the table taking a drink of the wine he had ordered earlier. Her breath caught in her throat. Her legs suddenly felt as if they were made of Jell-O. Even after all this time knowing him as a friend and coworker, she still couldn't get over her reaction to him. And now that they were about to have their first date, her body was betraying her with every step she took closer to him.

He turned to see her walking toward him, dressed in a modestly short skirt and silk blouse. Her long hair swept up on the sides to reveal the diamond earrings gracing her ears. He hoped he could stand without major embarrassment. He'd been controlling himself around her for years, never admitting there was an attraction...that he was just lonely. But now, with her coming toward him, he had to admit, it was her. She was the one doing this to him.

She walked up to the table as he stood and moved to hold her chair for her to sit down. She glanced nervously at him. He smiled that killer smile of his and her nerves faded away.

As she moved past him to sit down, he picked up on the faint smell of her floral perfume...jasmine.

As he leaned over her to whisper hello in her ear, she picked up on the smell of his cologne, a light musk mixed with the clean smell of his soap.

Both were nervous as the conversation came in spurts. The wine calmed both down and they settled into a comfortable, soft conversation, finding out more about each other. Things they wouldn't have picked up on in the office meetings or memo's going back and forth.

The dinner was served.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her lips as they took a small sip of wine.

She couldn't keep her eyes off his lips as they wrapped around a fork full of steak.

His steak became a lump in his throat when her tongue snuck out to lick a rogue drop of steak sauce from the corner of her mouth.

The sexual tension between them was sparking. Neither of them had ever had such a sexually charged meal without saying a word.

Once the dishes had been cleared away, he stood and came around to her chair. Offering her a hand, he said, "Would you care to dance?"

She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor, watching the way the fabric of his slacks moved against his legs. She had to close her eyes for a moment to regain her composure. "Stop behaving like a sex starved teenager, damn it, " she chided herself.

Once on the dance floor, he wrapped his arm around her and took her hand with the other. Their closeness was their undoing. His hand caressed the small of her back as they moved. He leaned in close to her to whisper, "You look sensational tonight" in her ear. His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. Her grip on his hand tightened, wanting to get him closer to her. She whispered, "Thank you. You look very handsome yourself," in his ear and smiled when she felt his grip tighten around her. When he pulled her tight against him, she could feel the affect she was having on him...hard against her thigh. She leaned back with a feline grin and one eyebrow raised. He seemed embarrassed for about a second, and then gave in to a similar grin saying, "I can't help it...this is what you do to me."

She leaned in closer, making sure to rub her thigh against his hardness, and with her lips against his ear, whispered, "You haven't seen what I can do to you yet." She smiled even wider when she heard his animal growl in her ear.

As the song ended he breathed a sigh of relief...any longer with her in his arms and he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Once back at the table, he took a huge gulp of his ice water, trying to cool his blood. She, in turn, was trying very hard to keep her hands and tongue off of him. She did however, move her chair closer to him so their legs were touching under the table.

She calmly reached down under the table and ran her fingernails up the length of his thigh until she found that hardness she had felt earlier. She was rewarded with a very sharp intake of breath from him and could see his teeth were clenched making his jaw hard. She let her hand rest between his thighs, her thumb tracing circles on the material stretched across his cock. She could feel the muscles in his leg tense.

"Is anything bothering you, Angel?" she asked with an innocent grin, "You look distressed."

The look he gave her almost scared her. The hard, animal passion in his eyes gave her pause. Maybe she didn't know what she was getting herself into...

"You are driving me crazy, sweetheart, " he whispered as she felt his hand on her thigh and he leaned in closer, "and if you don't stop, I will have you right here, right now, in the middle of this restaurant."

He motioned to the waiter and before she knew it, they were outside standing next to his car. He leaned in, putting a hand gently on either side of her face, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. "Ah, sweetheart, I've wanted you for so long." His lips were on hers, moving slowly, asking acceptance and receiving acceptance as her lips parted and her tongue darted out to meet his.

After several sweet moments, their lips parted. She leaning into him, trying to keep her legs from buckling under her...he taking several deep breaths trying to control the fire her tongue started. 

He looked at his car and realized he had had one two many glasses of wine at dinner. He suggested they grab a cab and he'd pick up his car in the morning.

Once inside the cab, she settled into his side, feeling the heat wherever his body touched hers. He gave the driver his address and tightened his arm around her. She first felt his hand on her thigh, then she felt it sliding further up her leg. She shot a quick glance at the driver in the rear view mirror, unsure what he could see. Angel sensed her wariness and said, "Boy it's warm tonight, " as he took off his jacket and laid it across their laps. She looked at him with a question in her eyes, but the question was soon replaced with passion as his hand slid gently under her skirt and up her thigh-high stockings until his fingers touched the bare skin of her upper thigh. She shifted her weight a little, opening her legs slightly wider, giving him the answer he was looking for.

She put her head back and closed her eyes as his fingers slid further until he felt the wetness soaking through her panties. She moved her hips to push herself against his fingers as he gently rubbed. He checked to see if the driver was noticing any of this. Once satisfied that they were unnoticed, he glanced back at her to see her head back, turned toward him, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes focused on him with the deep need and passion she felt. The reaction her look caused was so intense, he felt like he could explode any second.

His fingers found the edge of panties and slid underneath to feel the hot wetness he had created. He slid one finger between her lips and was amazed to find how ready she really was, already so hot and wet. His finger found her clit immediately and pushed gently on it causing a sharp intake of breath from her and her back arched. He kept applying gentle pressure, alternating with small, slow circles around her clit. He could feel her orgasm building, like a damn about to burst.

She grabbed his arm, digging her nails into him as she came closer to cumming. He kept the same slow, steady pace with his finger, bringing her to the edge, then slowing even more to delay the inevitable. He could feel her hips pumping her clit against his hand, could feel her throbbing. Just as she was about to explode around his fingers, he took her mouth in his, swallowing her cry of pleasure as she came.

When the cab pulled up to his door, he had to help her out of the car. Her legs weren't too steady yet. He gave her a quick glace, unsure if he had done the right thing, hoping she wouldn't be upset with him. The look she gave him assured him that not only was she not upset, but that she was planning on returning the favor...several times.

Once inside the door, and away from prying eyes, he forcefully pushed her up against the door, pinning her hands under his, letting all the passion and desire from the evening take over. She responded with the same fever, not even complaining when he ripped her blouse open, the delicate pearl buttons flying all over the floor. With her shirt open and pulled half down her arms, he pulled her breast free of the lace bra, not even taking time to unhook it, and attacked her nipple with his mouth, sucking and tasting the sweet taste of her. His mouth and lips pulling, biting, sucking on her nipple until it was hard and erect. Her hands holding his head, running her fingers through his hair, holding him against her breast.

He left her breast only long enough to free the other neglected breast and attack it as well. She reached down between them to find his hard cock, amazed at how hard it really was. She unzipped his pants and pulled his briefs down to release his cock. She wanted to feel his hot skin. She didn't get much of a chance...

Before she knew it, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and pushed his cock between her legs. She hooked one leg around his waist as he entered her hard and fast, pushing her hard against the door. His lips were on hers, hungrily tasting her as he thrust inside her with all the passion and heat he'd been controlling all night. She felt so tight and wet, pulling him in deeper. There was no making love this time...this was hot, animal passion taking over. He rode her hard, not even aware of the force he was pushing into her. Nor was she aware, meeting his every thrust, crying out when he withdrew, groaning every time he entered her again.

He exploded inside her with a force he had never experienced, the pleasure being drawn out by her muscles contracting around him as her orgasm met his. They collapsed against each other, panting and covered with sweat.

They managed to walk, albeit unsteadily, to the kitchen to get some water and let the waves of throbbing slow. She took off what was left of her clothes and jumped up on the counter top....

To be continued...?



At Last



Her heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping as she checked her watch for the millionth time. He was late, very late. Jill had thought that meeting Vince for the first time... well it was hard to put into words what she had thought it would be like, but she did not think it would be like this. He was a half hour late, and she was freezing. It was snowing again, and she could only hope that he was alright. She tugged at her jeans, picking at invisible lint on her pea-coat. She had picked Dunkin Donuts. The place was neutral territory, middle of town out in the open. She scanned the road again, kicking herself for forgetting to ask what he would be driving. 

She was getting really worried now, and Vince hadn't answered his phone for the past hour. Jill shut her eyes, leaning her head back against the head rest of her car seat. She sat like that, not worrying whether she was mussing up her perfectly sculpted curls, or if her lip gloss was smudged... just sitting. When she lifted her eyelids, she was staring into the most beautiful blue eyes. "Vince." It was more of a statement than anything else. He was finally there, he was safe, and he was... hot. She opened the car door and stepped out, crossing her arms, using one of her ample hips to bump her door shut before she settled back against the car. She took all of him in, drinking him up as if she was dying of thirst, and he was water. He was tall with broad shoulders and a body that tapered down nicely. His body was accentuated by the dark blue button down shirt he wore untucked over jeans that fit just right. He had on a Red and dark grey Columbia jacket and a pair of black boots. He was built like a football player. His eyes, as she had noticed moments before were a startling shade of blue save for a small sliver at the bottom of his right iris which was brown. He had long dark lashes, and short dark hair that was swept up into a short faux hawk. Finally, she took in his goatee and settled on his sexy, soft looking lips. "You're late, Jersey."

"Whatever, Nerd. Nice to see you too!" She smiled. She should have known it would be like this. This easy, playful calm she felt was exactly how she always felt when they talked on the phone. She looked into his eyes and giggled softly. Stepping forward, she flung her arms around his neck, standing on tip-toe in order to reach. He smelled amazing, like cologne and laundry detergent. 

"I'm glad you're here, baby. I was worried... you made me nervous." She said, stepping back. He caught her hand, running his thumb over the knuckles. She didn't look like a nerd! He eyes were the same startling, bottle green as in the pictures he'd seen, framed along with her heart shaped face by springing curls of soft auburn. She was curvy, and the pea-coat she wore showed off her body beautifully, her jeans hugging all the right places, her black boots pulled up neatly over the cuffs of her pants. Slowly, he lifted her hand to his lips, running them over her fingertips. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes drifting shut again as he stepped into her body, pressing her back into the car. 

"Why don't I follow you to the hotel?" Vince's voice was smooth as velvet, soft and hushed in her ear as he spoke the few simple words that held promises and visions he didn't need to speak out loud. Jill leaned back, looking him in the eyes and smiling slowly, straining to pull in enough air for a proper breath. She leaned forward, brushing her lips warmly against his, her lip gloss catching on him, tangling them in a delicious, sticky kiss that deepened slightly before she pulled back oh so slowly, her lips lingering on his before she opened her eyes and raised a hand to stroke his cheek. 

"All right, follow me." She whispered hoarsely. She laid another quick peck on his mouth before folding back into her driver's seat and starting the car. She cranked the car out of the parking spot and watched for him in her rearview mirror.

Once she was sure he was tailing her closely, she thrust the car forward into traffic, pulling up to the intersection on Harry Howard and Fairview. She hung a right and checked the mirror. She saw him behind her in the rented Chevy Cobalt, and she zipped down the busy street, glancing back every so often to be sure that he was still on her tail. She took one left turn, and a slight right onto Joslen, following the road as fast as she dared until they came to their destination. The lodge was quiet, and she'd been here earlier, the keys now tucked safely in the pocket of her coat. 

Pulling the car around the back of the building, she rolled up in front of the room, cutting the lights on the car. She threw it in park and pulled the key out of the ignition, grabbing her bag and her purse from the seat beside her and looking out her window. Vince was stepping out of the rental car, grabbing a duffel bag from his back seat. She got out of the car, waiting nervously for him to join her as they walked toward the hotel room door. She stuffed the key into the lock, silent beside the towering man she had lip-locked not five minutes ago, and grabbed the knob, opening the door and stepping inside, tossing her over-night bag and purse into the nearest chair she found before removing her coat and likewise, tossing it into the chair. She held the door as Vince stepped inside, tossing his belongings and the coat he shed unceremoniously onto the floor at the foot of the bed. 

As Jill turned and shut the door, locking it as she did, Vince grew very still and very quiet. She turned to see what he was doing, and found herself backed into the closed door, his chest mere inches from her face, his arms coming up to brace on either side of her head. He smiled, kicking out of his shoes and shoving them aside before he moved forward, trapping her between his hard body and the door at her back. "I've thought about this meeting for a long time, Jill." He murmured, dropping his head to nuzzle her ear as he spoke in a slow, husky rumble. 

She smiled, tilting her head to one side, arching her body in a languid movement off of the door, into him as she fisted her fingers into the front of his shirt. His mouth closed on her neck, pulling softly, his goatee brushing gently against her soft skin, sending thrilling tingles up her spine. Her hands slid up, grasping his shoulders, steadying her body before she kicked out of her boots, knocking them to the side. She wrapped her arm around Vince's neck, her head still craned to one side as he suckled and nibbled her neck and earlobe. Using her position as an anchor, she ran one leg up his thigh, hooking it around his hip and hoisting herself up. Both of her legs folded around his hips, her ankles locking behind the small of his back, one of her hands cradling the base of his neck, the other dipping down to toil at the buttons running the length of the front of his shirt. 

Vince reacted to the change in position by pressing his body more firmly against her, his hands dropping to cup her ample bottom as he stepped in so close she could feel his arousal press into her core, nudging her and urging to be freed through the layers that separated them. Her shaking fingers worked frantically, the fire his kisses stoked racing through her veins as she tugged his shirt open, splaying her cool hand over his warm chest, her fingertips dancing through the sparse smattering of chest hair over his broad body. He growled softly against her neck, sending tiny shivers of primal longing through her body. 

One of Vince's hands slid away from the curve of her backside, running up the curve of her hip to her side, his strong hand warming her soft skin as he slipped it under the hem of her emerald green sweater. He straightened away from her neck long enough to register how the color of the sweater made her eyes so striking... They cut right through him and his control snapped. His mouth met hers with crushing force, his lips and tongue taking greedily, her mouth giving freely, needy for the taste of him. His hand traveled higher under her sweater, her skin tingling under his touch, her core aching to find him. His hand cupped her breast, feeling her nipple harden beneath the lace of her bra as he palmed her, massaging and kneading her. 

Her hands explored his upper body, snaking into his open shirt to run over his chest, winding into his sleeves to curl around his biceps as their lips tangled and she lost herself under his touch. She broke free of the kiss, nuzzling her mouth up the side of Vince's neck. He backed away from the door, holding her to him as he moved toward the bed. He set her down slowly, laying her back on the fluffy comforter, kissing her softly on the mouth, moving down her neck and wrapping his fingers in the hem of her sweater. He gave a quick tug, pulling the sweater over her head and throwing it in a heap somewhere in the room. Sitting back he reveled in the joy of seeing her smooth, pale skin against the bed, the slash of red lace from her bra a lovely contrast to her softness. He kissed his way over her collar bone to her shoulder, following the curve of her skin down past the swell of her breast to the valley between and down her tummy until he came to the top of her jeans. 

He took the closure of her pants in his teeth and tossed his head to one side, popping the button free and causing the zipper to release. He deftly reached up, gripping her pants behind her knees on either side of his broad shoulders and gave a swift yank, the jeans winding up in the same way as the sweater had. Vince stood in front of her, looking into her eyes with a smoldering expression as he dropped the open shirt off of his own body, and reaching to his waist, dropped his jeans. Jill reached for him, hooking her fingers in the bright red cotton of his boxers, something silly and secret making her smile at the fact that their underwear matched. She pulled him to her, his body lowering over hers until they were chest to chest, his hips pushed snugly between her open thighs, her legs clasped once more around him, her hands in his hair. 

His mouth found hers, yet again and he quickly raised her off of the bed, rolling onto his back so that she was over him. Before she could protest, Vince was running his fingers over the thin line of red that contrasted the skin of her hip, dipping around and disappearing at her bottom, the G-string made of the same lace as the bra she wore. He lowered his head to the mattress, hooking his strong arms behind her knees and pulling her, catching her off guard and throwing her off balance as he positioned her until she was settled on his chest, her knees on either side of his head. He winked at her, licking his lips before he grabbed her undies by the hips and yanked. A loud tear echoed through the room as he tossed the shredded fabric aside. 

Jill let out a low laugh, reaching behind her to release the clasp on her bra, dropping it slowly off of her shoulders, letting the cups fall away from her breasts as he watched her intently. Vince reached for her, taking her hand and pulling her by it until she was up on her knees. He slid lower under her body, and placing his hands on her hips, he lowered her to his mouth. Reaching between her parted thighs, he slipped a finger up and down the slick folds of her sex, dipping his tongue into the cleft at the very front of her, juice glistening on her shaven area. He found her slick and warm, the heat against his hand enticing. He dipped his tongue in farther, tasting her sweet nectar as his tongue traced the throbbing form of her clit. 

His finger traced its path back and forth over her several times before he stopped at her entrance and entered her, slowly pushing his digit into her depths as he locked his mouth around her aching jewel. He felt, rather then heard her gasp, her back arching as the tremor rocked her. Both of her hands flew to the top of his head, her fingernails skimming pleasurably through his short hair to massage his scalp as she quaked above him. He pumped in and out of her, twisting his hand as he pushed his finger along her inner walls, his tongue caressing and wrapping around her aching clit. He let her moans and whimpers fuel him as he pushed her faster, slipping another finger inside of her, moving his mouth from side to side, her body moving above him fluidly. He heard he murmur his name once, then again, then over and over as her hands went still on his head, her fingers locking up, her body bowing as she thrust her hips against his mouth and came, crying out as she trembled for him. Only for him, he thought. He gazed up her and saw her lovely face, frozen in a look of a passion, her lips parted slightly, her eyelids down and hooding eyes he knew would be glazed with lust. 

He wanted her. Vince ran his hands up her thighs to her hips, guiding her slowly to the bed as he moved from under her, pressing her down, kneeling between her knees and making quick work removing his boxers. He watched her eyes skim his body, seeing her catch her grape-fruit pink bottom-lip between her teeth and nibble it longingly, slowly reaching out her hand and wrapping it around him. His head dropped back on his shoulders, a soft appreciative sound rumbling up from within his chest as he moved against the motion of her hand. Slowly she guided him to her entrance, still slick and hot from his ministrations moments earlier. 

He wrapped his fingers gently around her wrists, pulling her hands off of his body to pin them over her head, holding her with one hand while his other hand reached down, taking her ankle, caressing her softly, slowly lifting her leg to press back until her knee hit her shoulder, her calf coming to rest on his shoulder. He leaned into her, pressing his lips tenderly to her leg, sending shivers over her body, straining her already taut nipples. He reached down, tweaking them with his free hand, rolling the small pink buds between his thumb and forefinger, pinching gently as he pushed his hips against her, his straining cock finally sheathing itself within her heat. He ground out an oath, burying himself inside of her, rocking from side to side gently, reluctant to pull back. 

She felt right beneath him, she felt right around him... He slid out of her and plunged back in, creating a steady rhythm of in and out, stopping each time he pressed completely into her to grind his hips, to feel her undulate beneath him. 

She could feel his sweet breath on her face as he made love to her, fitting inside of her so perfectly. His hands roamed her body and her mind raced with thoughts of how nothing had ever made her feel so perfectly complete. She murmured small encouragements to him, tiny praises barely forming as her mind went numb and her body was consumed by him, the flames building higher and higher until the blaze ran wild. He thrust into her, and she lifted to meet him frantically time and time again as the fire consumed them both. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on hers before driving into her one last time, the heat blinding, the need unbearable as they both lost control and fell into one another, gasping and moving. Then they both went still, tangled in a lovely mess of limbs and receding heat. 

"I love you." 

Jill's hand skimmed Vince's face, tracing the goatee around his mouth which was red and slightly puffy from their kisses. He looked at her with his big blue eyes, moved by her words and lost in her. She kissed his shoulder, leaning her cheek against it and looking back at him. Her green eyes sparkled.

"I love you back."



At Last



It had been a year since I'd seen her...months since we'd last spoken. When she walked up to me in the lobby of the hotel where our convention was being held all those feelings rushed back to me in an instant. The heat growing through my body. I tugged at my clothes and patted my hair as I watched her walk towards me with that easy gait. Her strides long and confident. Her clothing all black, just like always. Even her hair was so dark it appeared black. I recalled a conversation years ago when we'd first met...she'd explained why she always wore black. She felt more confident in it because it hid imperfections. 

I laughed a little to myself...as if she could have any imperfections. I was somewhat taken aback by that fleeting thought. Apparently those old feelings were still there. That familiar fire I'd had for her for nearly 6 years. That blaze that extinguished any relationships I'd attempted with other women through the years. Always squelching them and our relationships because they couldn't stand up to her perfection. 

She had haunted me from the very beginning. The first time we met, my heart was hers. I knew it was the same for her...and she freely admitted it was true. Although, she refused to even attempt to settle down with anyone. She had fling after fling with woman after woman. Breaking hearts left and right as she went. The torch she had for me was blazing...but she was wary of settling down. She could never wrap her brain around only having that one person for the rest of her life. Yet, she was miserable on a daily basis because of her constant parade of women. 

She was nearly finished winding her way through the lobby...I could feel the electricity growing the closer she came to me. I patted at my hair again and hoped I looked better than the last time she saw me. I wanted her to remember this time above them all. She was nearly in front of me. I turned toward her and smiled softly at her. Her eyes lit up as she stopped inches from my body. 

She was just a bit taller than me. Enough that when she was close I had to tip my head back to smile at her. I knew she loved that...it gave her a feeling of power. I tipped my head back to look up into her eyes. I smiled slowly and waited a moment before quietly saying 'hello Jes...it's been a long time. How have you been?' My heart was beating so hard I was sure she could see it coming through my chest. My nonchalance threw her off only for a moment. With us, it was always a cat and mouse game...she just wasn't used to being the mouse. 

She seemed almost nervous as she stepped back just a tiny bit. It took her a moment before she stopped grinning at me and said 'don't I get a hug after all this time?!' I tipped my head to the side as if I had to think about it. She already knew I was going to take this bait...but it was still fun to play the game. She opened her arms and I gratefully fell into them, inhaling her scent and wrapping my arms around her waist. 

Her arms were around my upper body. She always hugged me up high like that. I knew why...she loved my hair. Full of curls...so soft and bouncy. While hugging me she always managed to slide one hand under my hair and to the back of my neck. She would run her fingers through those curls once or twice. I loved it. The hair on my arms stood on end and I closed my eyes and sighed happily. Why couldn't she just settle down with me? How can it feel this perfect to me even when I know I can't be with her? 

We finally broke the hug...remembering we were at a function for the company and not a personal reunion. Although...that personal reunion wouldn't be too much later. We chatted nervously about our lives. Catching each other up. She had just split up with a woman she'd been seeing for a month. It had been 3 months since I'd ended my last doomed relationship. I felt myself relax when I realized we were both single. I always hated hearing that she was with someone and how well it happened to be going. I knew better...I knew that she was just like me. Each relationship was doomed from the beginning because of how we felt towards each other. Even so, I hated hearing that someone else had her when I could not. 

I had made up my mind before coming to the convention that if those sparks were still there after this many years...if those sparks were still there after going months at a time without speaking...if those sparks were still there after never having gone further than kissing each other-I was either leaving with her, or I was leaving and never going to see her again. Anything else was far too painful to deal with anymore. She was the love of my life and I was tired of being unhappy without her.

Time had played a big factor in my decision. We were both getting older and I was ready to settle down. If she was not ready by now, then she never would be and that was something I was preparing myself for...just in case. I wasn't sure where my courage was coming from, but I knew from the bottom of my being that this reunion was going to be different. I had a feeling that when I left here, I'd have my happiness.

We spent the rest of the day together. Visiting the required lectures and chatting over lunch in the hotel's dining room. I was amazed at how easily we picked up our relationship where we left it off. We have been doing this on again, off again dance routine for so long...I guess I shouldn't be shocked that by now it comes easily, although I always was. 

Towards the end of the afternoon we began discussing dinner plans. She inquired as to whether I had dinner plans or would I care to join her. She didn't need to ask me to know what I was going to say but I had the feeling she was stepping carefully. She had an air of secrecy about her this time that I had never noticed before. Perhaps she had a plan of her own in store for me. 

Before dinner we retired to our rooms to wash up and change. Knowing that I'd be seeing her this week, I had packed accordingly. I had assets to show off and I had picked outfits that would accentuate my positives. If I knew her like I thought I did, she would be in the palm of my hand once she saw me. My top was filmy and flowing and in a very flattering shade of pink. My skirt was just the right length to show off my legs. My feet slippered in black kitten heels. I pinned up my hair into a chignon and drew out a few tendrils to frame my face. When I stepped back to look myself over in the mirror I liked what I saw and I knew that Jes would like it, too.

There was a halting knock at my door...I drew in a quick breath and let it out slowly. That would be her, I was sure of it. I called out 'coming!' cheerily and rushed to open the door to let her into my room. I nearly gasped when I saw her. If I hadn't thought she was pure perfection before, I certainly did now. She was gorgeous in a black suit with a feminine cut to it. The jacket was tapered in at the waist and buttoned with one silver button. The shell under her jacket was silver as well. She was stunning.

I recovered quickly and grinned up at her. She returned the smile and motioned for me to turn around so she could see my outfit. I happily obliged and spun round slowly so she could take her time admiring me. When I looked back into her eyes I knew that our dinner plans were going to be tossed by the wayside. There was something in her face that showed me just how badly she wanted me.

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her soundlessly and without breaking eye contact. I stayed where I was and willed her to come to me. She took the few steps that were between us and stood so close I could feel the heat coming from her body. I lifted my head to look up into her face and I smiled softly at her. She dipped her head slowly and kissed me. Her lips brushed lightly against mine at first then became more urgent. Her hands were grasping for the pin in my hair and I sighed into the kiss as my hair fell about my shoulders. Her hands were instantly in my curls, tangling themselves. Her kisses were feverish and hungry. She kissed me like she had been starving herself for this one moment. I moaned her name quietly and she growled deep in her throat. I was shocked, but turned on by her reaction. 

Something was different this time. I had felt it before I saw her this morning. I knew I had a plan in motion but I didn't realize she had plans of her own. She began pushing me backwards slowly and I knew where she was heading. I reached out for her and pulled her closer by the lapels of her jacket. My fingers fumbling for the lone silver button. Once I found it, I had her jacket off in a few seconds and tossed it to the floor. We made our way to the bed and she gently pushed me down and climbed on top of me. 

Our kisses were heated and passionate. Her hands were beginning to grow bolder and roam my body. She went slowly at first, as if she were savoring the feel of me beneath her. The more she touched me, the hotter I grew. My nails were digging into her back, pulling her closer still. Her hands were cupping my breasts as she broke our kiss to trail her lips down the side of my neck and to the tops of my breasts framed nicely in my low cut blouse. My body felt electric the moment she placed those first few kisses down the line of my cleavage. My nipples grew instantly hard as small diamonds under her palms. I felt her tongue dart out boldly and she drug it up and down the valley between my breasts. 

I moaned her name once more...louder this time and with a pleading sound to it. She lifted her head and looked up into my eyes. Her face was an open book and I knew she wanted me to give her the go ahead to continue. I hesitated for a moment. I was certain that if I said yes and we did make love, I would be heart broken if I had to leave alone. I weighed my options silently and drew a deep breath. I nodded my head yes and gave her a smile. She whispered the three words that I had heard before but never with such passion behind them. I knew instantly that she was ready to commit to me and only me. 

I drew her to me once more, kissing her deeply and then pulling away to kiss her neck. I kissed the spot just below her ear that I knew drove her wild and then whispered "I love you, Jes..." into her hair. She sighed quietly and nuzzled her face into the side of my neck. Her hands slowly moved down the length of my body, coming to rest on my hips. She whispered into my neck that she wanted to see me and I knew instantly what she meant. 

She rolled us onto our sides and pulled back a little. I smiled shyly and got off of the bed. I slipped off my heels and began to slowly strip the clothing I had so meticulously chosen just for her off of my body. I tossed my shirt down and blushed as a quiet moan uttered from her lips. I left my bra on and reached for the zipper on my skirt. I slid it down slowly and let it fall to the ground. I stepped out of the puddle it made at my feet and turned away from her. I reached back and undid the snaps holding my bra closed. She whispered hoarsely, "turn around". I turned back towards her and let the bra fall away from my breasts. She groaned audibly and my blush deepened. The only stitch of clothing left was the panties that matched my bra. I hooked my thumbs in the sides and bent down, tugging them down my legs. 

She stood and came to me then, her eyes roaming my naked body. I couldn't believe how sexy and comfortable I felt with her. I knew she was taking in every inch of me and I also knew she was enjoying it. She reached out for me and cupped a breast with one hand and laid the other on my hip. My body reacted instantly. I felt the wetness between my thighs, the flush on my chest and face, the ache for her growing. It felt like I had always pictured it would be between us...and I had pictured it many, many times.

I wanted to see her body. I refrained from tearing her clothing off and opted to undress her as slowly as I had undressed myself. I reached for the hem of her silver shell and lifted it, devouring every inch of exposed skin with my eyes. She raised her arms and I removed her top and tossed it away. I unbuttoned her pants and slid the zipper down painfully slow. I kept my eyes on her face as I inched the zipper down and slid her pants off of her hips and let them fall. Her body was exquisite and flawless in my eyes. I sighed quietly and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. I wanted to taste her skin but I held back, opting to wait until she was as bare as I was before growing bold enough to. I slid the straps of her bra down her arms and smiled at the sight before me. I pulled the fabric away from her skin and dropped it. I slid my gaze down her belly to her panties. Bending over and slipping them to her ankles I could smell her musky scent. She was as aroused as I was. I inhaled her. 

I straightened up and inched just a bit closer to her. Our skin barely touching but electric sparks flying between us. She slid her arms around my neck and tangled her hand into my hair, drawing me closer. I put my hands on her hips and looked up at her with that special smile that only she could bring out of me. She kissed me then. It was a slow, languid kiss. A kiss filled with promise of things yet to transpire between us that night. 

My fingers danced across her skin. Slowly rising up her sides to her breasts. I could no longer fight the urge to taste her skin. I broke the kiss and dipped my head down to her chest. I pressed small kisses across the tops of her breasts before dragging the tip of my tongue across her flesh. I savored the scent of her cologne and the slightly salty taste of her. I closed my eyes and felt that I must be in heaven. My heart was racing and my breath was coming in small gasps. I could not believe the effect this woman had over me. 

I cupped her breast with my palm and thumbed her nipple. I smiled to myself when I felt it harden beneath my hand. I knew she desired this as much as I did. All those years of sexual tension and shared love were leading up to this moment and I did not want to rush a second of it. 

She withdrew her fingers from my hair and drug the tips of her nails down my arms. I shivered involuntarily and let a moan escape my lips. This woman had the power to drive me to the brink of madness and I welcomed it with open arms. She ran her nails down the inside of my forearms and linked her fingers with mine. She pulled me back towards the bed and I pushed her easily down onto it. I crawled on top of her, enjoying the feeling of our skin brushing against each other. 

Her arms were around my neck again. Her face pressed against my breast and her tongue slowly making its way to my nipple. I rolled my head back in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around it and drug the flat of her tongue over the tip. My body responded to her warm mouth. Back arching slightly and my hips moving against her, pressing myself against her thigh. She growled deep in her throat at the feeling of my wetness against her leg. This time the sound didn't surprise me like before...it brought the height of my arousal to an even greater peak. 

In one fluid movement she rolled me onto my back and was now straddling my hips. Her hands were beside my head, her arms outstretched. I could tell she enjoyed watching my reaction. I looked up at her and saw the flame of desire in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed. I loved the contrast of my pale skin against her olive hue. I loved the feel of her body against mine. It felt as if we almost fit together like puzzle pieces. 

She rolled her hips towards me. My eyelids fluttered at the contact of her skin against mine and a moan uttered from my lips. She knew what she was doing to me, she knew I was enjoying this game we were playing as much as she was. This was going to be a long night, full of caressing and exploring each other. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every moment I had with her. I knew instinctively that she was now mine and I, hers. My heart thrilled at the thought of it. After all these years, I finally had what I had so desperately wanted.

I looked up at her and grinned. My mind was racing with thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to her and with her. Right now, though, I was happy with just teasing her into a frenzy. In an instant I had her nipple between my lips. I sucked lightly while lapping at it with my tongue. She rolled her hips against mine again. I swirled my tongue around the tip and bit down lightly. She whimpered and arched her back. 

I placed my hands on her hips and let them wander to the small of her back. My fingers danced on her skin. I scratched at her back lightly with my nails and her eyes rolled back into her head. I grinned again at her reaction. I drug the tips of my nails up her back and to her shoulders. She ground her hips against me and I could feel how warm and wet she was. I moaned her name and nuzzled my face into her neck. I nipped at it while running my nails down to the dip in her back just above her behind. I could tell she was enjoying every moment.

She dropped her head and kissed me then. The kiss was full of passion and desire. Her tongue slipped past my lips and tangled with mine. I stroked her tongue and sucked on it. She growled again. This time it was louder. We rolled onto our sides and she began caressing me with her hands. I continued stroking her tongue with mine while she explored my body. 

Her fingers were fluttering down my side and around to my back. She grasped my behind in her hand and squeezed. I slid my leg between hers and rubbed my thigh against her warm, wet lips. Her hips bucked and she pressed her thighs tight around my leg. She groaned into my mouth. I rubbed my thigh up and down again against her. My fingers trailed down her side and between us to her belly. I broke the kiss and pulled back to watch my fingertips caressing her. I slid my hand down her stomach and lower to the small patch of hair between her thighs. I moaned at the first touch. I willed myself to go slowly as I ran my fingers across her most intimate of places. I moved my thigh and slipped my hand into it's place, cupping her. I squeezed lightly and looked up to catch her reaction. 

Her head lolled back and her eyes were closed. I rolled her onto her back and shifted my body lower on the bed. I spread her lips apart and just enjoyed looking at her for a moment. Her lips looked like delicate petals of an exotic flower. I could smell her enticing aroma. Her clit was hard and protruding out and I rubbed it lightly with the pad of my thumb. She spread her thighs wider, inviting me to touch her. I slid one finger down her slit and dipped it inside for a moment, gathering her dew on the tip before bringing it up to stroke her clit again. Her hips rocked up off of the bed involuntarily. She growled quietly and I pressed her clit harder and pinched it lightly between my fingertips. I began slow, steady circles around it. Her pinkness glistened and I could tell she was getting wetter as I circled her clit with my thumb. 

I slid one finger inside of her and felt her body spasm and grasp at it, pulling it in further. I loved the feel of her body reacting to my every touch. I turned my hand and cupped her again, bringing my fingertip up to press against her g spot. She grew wetter still once I found it. I slipped a second finger inside of her and continued the slow, steady circles with my thumb. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm so I quickened my pace and pressed up against her g spot again. Her body began to spasm around my fingers and her breathing quickened. I looked up her body to watch her face while she came around my hand. 

I was so aroused, I nearly finished with her. My clit was throbbing and I was so wet that it was running down my thigh. The ache was so great that I felt almost painfully empty. As her breathing slowed, I began slipping my fingers out very slowly. I was enjoying watching her come down from her high. She opened her eyes and smiled down at me as I slid my hand from between her thighs. I locked my eyes on hers and grinned wickedly as I brought my hand up to my lips and slid a finger in to taste her. She was pleasantly salty and I sucked her dew from my finger while she watched me. 




At Last



I moved up the bed to lie beside her on my side. I casually draped my arm across her belly and nuzzled into her neck. She kissed my forehead and I sighed happily against her skin. I felt her heart rate slow as we lay next to each other. She rolled onto her side to face me and kissed my lips soft and slow. Her palm slid up my body from my thigh to my shoulder. She pressed my shoulder gently to push me onto my back and scooted closer to me. She whispered into my ear "now it's my turn..."

My heart skipped a beat and I thrilled at the thought of her touch. I knew her well enough to know she was going to go painfully slow until I was at my breaking point and ready to beg her for it and I was looking forward to every torturous moment of it. My heart was pounding and I was wetter than I'd ever been. I craved her touch for so many years; I could hardly believe it was happening.

She began nipping at my neck and moved to my collarbone. Her tongue darting out here and there to taste my skin. She was creeping lower and lower, shifting her body so her face was level with my breasts. Her hand was cupping one and her thumb was flicking my nipple. They were already hard but stiffened up even more at her touch. I moaned her name and she smiled up at me. Her eyes were telling me to relax and enjoy this. 

She began dragging her tongue across the tip of my breast while kneading the other with her hand. My eyes fluttered closed and I arched my back. She crept slowly down my body, exploring me with her fingers and her kisses. She slowly kissed her way down to my belly and then shifted so her body was between my hips. She sat up on her knees and lifted one of my legs into the air. She kissed the inside of my ankle and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. I moaned loudly and nearly came.

She began working her way up my leg, kissing and nipping at my skin. She was murmuring to me quietly...telling me how soft my skin was and how wonderful I smelled. I blushed at the compliments. I was enjoying all this attention and was especially enjoying watching her work her way up my body. I shivered at the feel of her lips on my inner thigh. I knew what was coming and I was eager to feel her warm, wet tongue lapping at my wetness. She took her time once she made her way up to my lips. She spread me open and inhaled my scent. My blush deepened at her groan of pleasure. 

She began teasing me mercilessly. Blowing cool air on my hot skin, flicking just the tip of her tongue across my clit. My hips bucked and my back arched...I felt like I was ready to explode. Finally, I felt the one thing I was craving so badly...the flat of her tongue dragging up my slit to my clit. She circled it with the tip of her tongue and I called out her name loudly. She held my lips open and delved deep into me with her warm tongue. 

I couldn't bear it any longer and my body began to shake. My back was arched so much it was painful. I cried out her name and begged her not to stop as my orgasm crashed over me. She continued lapping at me until I could take no more. When she finished, she lay down with her cheek on my thigh and closed her eyes. My breathing slowed and I relaxed. I didn't realize until I began to come down that my fingers had been tangled in her hair and I had been pulling on it. 

As I was relaxing, I stroked her hair. Playing with it and petting her. I couldn't believe how much I loved this woman. I couldn't believe that this was finally happening after so many years of yearning for her. She lifted her head and grinned up at me and I grinned right back. She kissed her way back up my body to lie beside me. I turned to her and she wrapped me up in her arms. I pressed my face into her neck and breathed her in.



At Last



She breathed a sigh of relief. After all of the back and forth in her head, all of the nervousness and hesitation, the evening had arrived. Li parked the car in a spot not too far from the building. Her heart was pounding with nervous anticipation. She was terrified, but it was too late to turn back now. His flight was due to land within a half hour. She walked across the corridor toward the gates; glad it was finally a little cooler. October was a nice month.

Going past the counters, she headed for the tiled floor by the gates. All around her, people stood, waiting to greet friends and family. Would she recognize him? They had decided to wear their color, just in case. Some people share a song. They had a color.

She fidgeted with the necklace he'd sent her, her fingers twirling the amethyst pendant. It was a habit she'd acquired over the months. The reminder that he was a stable and caring presence in her life soothed her in ways she'd never expected.

It was still some kind of miracle to her, the way they had met. She'd been looking for somebody else with the same name when she'd found him online. She'd written a brief note, and he'd written back to say she had the wrong guy. Then, uncharacteristically, she wrote again. They had continued writing, telling each other bits and pieces of their lives. They came to discover they had a lot in common. 

Their friendship had grown steadily, and they had flirted back and forth a little bit, but she hadn't realized she had a crush on him until he'd acquired a girlfriend. She admitted to herself she was a little jealous, but had dismissed the entire thing. They were just Internet pals. Then, the girlfriend had dumped him, and she'd felt outraged and defensive. She'd made another uncharacteristic move, offering to call him.

Then, he'd become jealous when other guys started trying to get involved with her. They quickly realized there was something more to what they shared than just an internet friendship. They went on to become a couple, despite her resolve never to get romantically involved with anybody again. She'd had a terrible relationship five years before, and had turned away every guy who came along... until BJ. And now, they were going to meet in person, after the rather lengthy time they'd communicated from afar... and Li was completely freaked out.

Over the walkway, at the edge of the gate, there was a monitor displaying various flights. His was on time, due to arrive in five minutes. Five minutes! She tried to sit, but nervous energy wouldn't allow it. She paced a little, and then headed for the restroom. She adjusted her hair, but it was still at an awkward length, and looked like a puffball anyway. Three minutes. He wouldn't even be off of the plane for ten. She stuck her tongue out at her reflection, and said, "Quit being so goofy. It's BJ. Your BJ."

She went back toward the gates, deliberately forcing herself to just sit down. She tried not to stare at the time; certain that would make it stop, just for her. Then, the people started coming. For a split second, she panicked. She wanted to leave. She wanted to hide. She wanted to... he cell phone rang. She answered.

"I'm here," he said. He was off of the plane and walking down a hallway with the many other passengers. A few people were pausing to take off their jackets. Even in the carefully regulated air of the airport, it was hot and humid.

She nodded automatically before realized what she was doing. Quickly, she said, "Yea... where?" She peered through the gate. So far, there was nobody at all. Then, the first- a toddler, sort of running from a frantic father. Close behind them was the beginning of the crowd.

"Uh, walking..." he answered, following the procession of other passengers. She peered into the group, and then she saw him near the back of the bunch. Tall, wearing glasses, and the purple tie she'd sent him. Again, a moment of panic. He said, "I see a big open area. Are you over there?"

She nodded again, saying, "Yea... I'm hanging up now."

"Okay," he answered, right before spotting her. She was fidgeting with the necklace, and he couldn't see its flash of purple, but it was Li. Short, chubby, dressed in all black, carrying a purse with something weird, big, and sparkly dangling off of the strap. She was looking at him, with an expression he hadn't seen in any of her pictures. It didn't look happy. He wondered what it meant. "Huh."

He walked out of the hall, stepping into the brightly lit area, and she closed the distance. Before she could change her mind. She closed it by wrapping her arms around him, pressing her forehead against his chest. "My BJ." He smiled, and then hugged her back.

Around them, other people were greeting each other in various ways, oblivious to their special moment in time. Suddenly, Li was afraid to let go. What if he was just hugging her to be polite? What if she pulled back to see disappointment in his eyes? What if... She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent she'd been wrapped up in when they were on the phone. The scent that had been carried by his shirt, the shirt he'd worn for days to put his scent on it, just because she'd asked him to. This was her BJ. She trusted him. She looked up, saw him smile, and smiled back.

They walked to the luggage area, and she tried to settle her nerves by asking about his flight. They stood at the baggage claim, chatting about his trip and her morning, and then went to her car. He put his bag in the trunk and they headed out of the garage. She was still anxious, her mind still full of every negative potential outcome that could possibly happen. He looked at the radio expectantly when she started the car, but it didn't come on.

"I turned it off when I got here," she said, chuckling. "I didn't want it to overload you with noise." He nodded, and then started talking about random things as she drove toward the exit. She'd been so worried about it being awkward when he arrived. She'd been prepared for silences and discomfort on both of their parts. This was going remarkably well.

She drove and listened to him as he rambled on about things. He was really good at that sort of thing. He seemed quite content to talk about whatever was on his mind, explaining it as fully as he could, to make certain she understood him. She envied and admired that quality, being a rather quiet person, herself. 

They drove until they reached her office in Daytona. She was a massage therapist and had come up with what she hoped was a brilliant solution to her nervousness. She was going to give him a massage. She'd given plenty of massages before, and seen a lot of naked men, but this was the first time she'd seen him undressed. It had been her idea, though, to give him a massage right away to help them overcome any awkwardness. That didn't make her any less nervous now that the moment had come.

With clients, she always left the room while they undressed and redressed, because it helped keep that boundary up. It kept things professional. So she decided to stay, uncertain if she should look at him or away from him. She decided to do both, fussing with this and that as he undressed. Then, the moment of truth had come. He hesitantly pulled down his underwear, and her eyes skimmed down his body before widening a moment. She attempted a smooth recovery from her obvious faux pas, and blurted out something intended as complimentary. "Aww, it's so cute!"

She clapped a hand over her mouth before finishing the sentence, but it was already out there. He shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly in front of her, as if he didn't know how to respond- and he probably didn't. She grabbed a towel from the table and handed it to him, guiding him to the hydrotherapy room.

The hydrotherapy room was basically a large shower with a table. The walls and floors were tiled, and there was a drain in the floor. She had him stand while she warmed the table with hot water, then took his towel and had him lie on a mat that covered the cold tiles. She performed the body scrub quietly, not feeling the need to make silly small talk. He tried to relax and enjoy it, but it was all a little weird for him.

She finished the scrub and toweled him off before guiding him to a table. "Okay, now lay face down. I'll be right back." She left him and cleaned the hydrotherapy area, then returned. He was prone on the table and she took some time to admire the view. Smiling, she commented, "If you're wondering, I do think you have a nice tushie."

Now that he was on her table, she was feeling more confident. This was her turf. He responded, but she couldn't hear it. She guessed he was probably amused. Somehow, his ass came up often in their conversations. He'd teased that she was obsessed with it. She contemplated biting it, but figured it might be a little soon for that.

She started the massage, kneading his muscles with practiced hands. She used medium pressure. He wasn't the kind of person who got massages, so hard pressure would probably hurt, and light pressure seemed to come across as more erotic. This was just about getting more familiar with each other. She just wanted to get used to him being around, and to get him used to her touching him. After about a half hour, she got a pillow and told him to turn over. She slid the pillow under his head and adjusted the towel over him. 

They chatted a little, and he could tell that she was more relaxed. That weird expression that had flickered over her face so much at the beginning had vanished. He was glad. It had felt really weird in the car, trying to talk to her while she stared strangely ahead, barely responsive. He knew she wasn't that focused as a driver, as they'd talked on the phone several times while she'd driven. This was starting to feel more like the Li he'd gotten to know.

She kept the massage very professional, and the conversation was platonic but friendly. Once the hour was over, they both felt quite a bit more at ease with each other. He got dressed again and they grabbed some lunch. The place was crowded, so she suggested they head for the beach, since it was only a few minutes away. There, they watched the waves and talked about nothing in particular.

It was with comfortable silences and pleasant random conversation that they drove back to her house. He was shown the guest room, which was right next to hers. That night, when her daughter was asleep, they sat in the living room and watched a movie, snuggling on the sofa. Some time before the movie was over, they'd forgotten it and had their first kiss. They had both agonized previously about who should start it, and what the best way was for it to happen. In the end, it had been sweetly simple, as such things should be.

The next morning, she left before he was awake to take her daughter to school. Then, she returned and went into the room where he slept. He was generally more relaxed and content when he was just waking up, so they'd agreed she should try to come and spend time with him in the morning. She grabbed a few things to occupy her time, because she was really terrible at just sitting still. Armed with a book, sketchpad and pencil, and her water ball full of glitter, she entered. He was still asleep, lying on his belly. His face was to the wall and his legs askew. 

She slid into the bed and curled around him. It had been years since she'd done something like this with a man, and even though the act was innocent, it felt far more intimate than the massage or the kisses. He was stiff a moment, waking. Then he turned over to see her smiling at him. She smiled slightly and said, "Hi."

"Hello..." he still sounded sleepy, and his face didn't look quite awake yet. He looked very cute and little-boy like. His eyes were only half open. "It's still dark."

She chuckled quietly. "It's darker in this room than the rest of the house. Small window, facing away from the sun- but it is early. No need to get up."

He nodded at her, and lay silently, his eyes closed. She thought he was asleep, but then he started talking about how he'd expected to be attacked by mutant lizards or roaches as he slept. He didn't trust the critter population in Florida. She giggled at him, and he smiled lazily at her giggle. They faded back to quiet, and she managed to get a little drowsy. They snuggled and lay in this half awake state for a while before getting hungry.

They spent the day missing parts of movies, making out on the sofa. After she got her daughter from school, they all went to the park. She took a couple dozen pictures of him, because he usually looked too uncomfortable in pictures she'd seen. She wanted to send him home with nicer ones. Then, he got on the Internet while she spent some alone time with her daughter. They spent the next couple of days exploring local attractions that she'd never had time to see. On Friday, she took him back to her office for another massage.

This time, it was a little different. She wanted him to experience a light touch massage, which was what a lot of her clients requested. It was a little more erotic, though she had always been completely professional with her customers. With BJ, though, it was a little different.

Once they finished the scrub, she sprinkled him lightly with powder. She ran her fingers so softly over his skin, he almost wasn't sure she was touching him. She let her hands move a little farther on his inner thigh than she would have with a client. Her fingertips grazed his balls slightly every now and then. Then, she had him turn over. She carefully trailed her fingertips over his skin from his shoulders to his ankles. They moved near his groin, never actually touching.

He was semi-erect, and as she got increasingly closer to his dick, it slowly started hardening, until he lay firm under the towel. She gently removed the towel, liberating him from its pressure. His dick followed the towel's motion and was soon standing at eager attention. Li smiled at it and lay a hand lightly over his balls. She used just enough pressure for him to feel her body heat and a hint of a caress. She glided her fingers down over them slowly, exploring their curves and the creases of his delicate skin.

Li lifted first one, then the other, familiarizing herself with their weight and just enjoying the way they felt. She bent down and placed a soft kiss on each, inhaling and exhaling slowly so he felt the warmth of her breath move over each hair follicle and pore. Using her fingertips, she then explored his dick in the same unhurried fashion. Slow light touches moved over every tiny bump and crevice, teasing his nerves with just a hint of pressure. 

She gradually used more of her fingers, rather than just the tips, letting them curve around his hardened flesh. Her other hand moved again over his balls, teasing with the barest of touches. His dick hardened more as he watched her slowly and quietly enjoy him. She leaned forward, running her lips gently along the underside of his dick. She was not kissing or licking, but just feeling the soft sensitive skin against her mouth. Her lips were soft and full, and he could imagine them parting to swallow him.

She glanced up at his face, as if suddenly remembering he was even there, attached to the flesh she was admiring. She smiled at him before looking back down. She let one of her hands grasp the base of his dick, slowly wrapping around the shaft. She kept her grip loose, continuing the very gentle touch she'd been using, and slowly moved upward. The other hand slowly moved from under his balls to the top of them, very lightly rolling them against her palm. That hand then made the same circle at the base, and began moving up just as the first one slipped off the head of his dick. The first one made its descent to rest on his balls in much the same position the second had been in.

She used both hands in this way, slowly moving up and over him repeatedly, caressing his balls and dick. She watched her hands perform their motions, glancing at his face occasionally to gauge how he was feeling. Soon, his hips were lifting from the table, following her beckoning fingers. This was when she stopped and lightly smacked his testicles. She firmly said, "Stay still."

Then, she began again, this time moving in the opposite direction. Her fingers were closed only a little, increasing the pressure that wrapped around his sensitive flesh. This time, instead of recreating the feeling of moving outward, she made it feel as if he was pushing slowly and deeply forward and in. When his body moved again under her hands, she smacked his balls just a little harder, and with a stronger tone of voice, said, "I told you to stay still."

She took him into her hand, wrapping her fingers around it a little tighter. This time, she moved up and down slowly. The pressure was still very light, so that there was room for more. Drizzling a little oil onto their skin, she continued the motion. The lubrication coated him with wet heat. Her pressure increased gradually, as did her pace. His breathing came faster as she tugged, and soon, he was lifting his hips yet again. She slapped his balls this time, and there was a definite audible smack as she stopped stroking. BJ groaned.

"This is very disappointing," Li said. "All I asked was for you to stay still. It would serve you right if I never touched your little dick again. Maybe I'll just keep slapping your balls, instead." Her hand tightened on his balls threateningly.

"Unh, please..." BJ whimpered.

"Please? Please touch your dick?" asked Li. Before he could get out a yes, she spoke quickly. "Or please slap your balls?"

"Yes... No... Ahh!" he got out, as she squeezed a little more.

"Yes? No? You don't seem to know what you want. I think I'll just do both," she replied. Li started moving her hand over him again, the tempo slightly faster than it had been. She shifted her position and bent down, her mouth pressing soft kisses onto his torso. Her hand continued its up and down motion, pumping his dick. He felt his balls tightening and groaned. His dick stiffened in her hand, and Li chose that moment to slap his balls.

"Unh!" He half-shouted. She gripped him tightly so he couldn't cum yet, and just enjoyed feeling him throb in her hand.

"Oh, didn't I mention? You're not allowed to cum until I say you can," she whispered against his skin.

"I can't cum?" BJ panted, struggling to catch his breath. Li shook her head, waiting until she was sure he wouldn't cum before releasing him. She began stroking him again, and then slapped his balls. He twitched, his hips rising from the table. That earned his poor balls another slap, for not being still. He grunted loudly, his breath fast and heavy. "Please?!"

"I don't think you deserve it," she said. "All I asked was that you stay still, and you couldn't do that one little thing." She moved her thumb over the tip of his dick, the pre-cum slick on her skin. She moaned softly at the feeling of it. Turning, she switched hands, licking it from her thumb. "Mmm. You taste good, Pookie."

BJ moaned, watching her lick his pre-cum from her thumb. She glanced at his face. "Would you like to know how I taste?" He nodded at her, and she slipped her hand into her waistband. Sliding it lower, she parted the curly hairs at her pussy and probed two fingers into the very wet slit. Her clit was swollen with lust and slippery. She closed her eyes and moaned at the contact, sliding her fingertips up and down on either side of it.

It felt so good; she had a hard time stopping, wanting nothing more than to jerk him off with one hand and to bring herself to an orgasm with the other. She opened her eyes again; saw him watching her with interest. Taking a deep calming breath, she slipped her fingers back out, extending her hand to offer it to him. They were coated with her fluids, shining slick and clear. It was obvious she must be incredibly aroused by what had been happening.




At Last



He reached a hand up from the table, and took first one, then the other, finger into his mouth. Sucking and nibbling, he cleaned the taste of her from them. She shivered at the feel of his teeth, tongue, and lips on her sensitive fingers. The nerves seemed to form a direct line down between her legs, and she felt the tug of need with each suck. For a moment, she almost forgot that she wanted to make him cum with her hands. She wanted very much to have him inside of her, soothing the growing ache. Her tongue crept out to move over her lips, and she took a shuddering breath.

Then, she snatched her hand back before she lost her focus again. "If you can do exactly what I tell you to, I'll let you taste it directly from the source another time. Would you like that?" He nodded, and she stepped closer to him again. She placed her hand back in his lap, caressing his balls gently. He remained very still, and she glanced at his face from the corner of her eyes. Then, she slapped again.

He whimpered, but didn't cringe or thrust, so she encircled the base of his dick with her hand. She drizzled more oil onto him, letting it flow over and around her fingers. He breathed in deeply, holding his breath as the added lubrication flowed over him. His dick swelled slightly more, and she tightened her hold, reminding him, "You are not allowed to cum."

His brows came closer together as he concentrated on not releasing. She smacked his balls again, sliding the other hand up and down slowly. Little by little, she increased the pace, her own breath coming in little pants. Feeling herself get a little too excited by the way his balls suddenly swelled under her touch, she deliberately slowed again. She watched her fingers glide over his soft silky skin, hypnotized by the way his dick gleamed with the oil. She went even slower, feeling the throb of his pulse under her fingers.

The fingers of her other hand toyed with his balls, not slapping for the moment. Instead, she rolled them against her palm, squeezing them gently. She pinched lightly at the soft skin there, and then kneaded them again, slowly increasing the pressure. Her other hand continued its tormenting slow journey, up and then down again. She didn't even look at his face. It was as if she'd forgotten there was even a person attached to her toy. For that's what it had become, hers. It wasn't his dick any longer, but her possession.

He watched her movements and just enjoyed the sensations she was allowing him. In his mind, it had become hers, too. Her dick, her balls. They belonged to the woman who was leaning down and running her tongue over the head of his dick. After the slow and almost monotonous motions of her hand on his dick, this unexpected thing made his hips raise again, his toes curled. She slapped his balls harder than she had before.

He cringed, but did his best not to react more than this. She licked the pre-cum slowly from the head, dipping her tongue into the tiny slit to get whatever little was there waiting for her. She left her hand there, over his balls, the other hand moving in long strokes over his dick. Finally, she glanced up again at him. His face was covered with sweat, his eyes somewhat glazed over. "I want you to cum," she told him.

His eyes focused on hers then. He groaned as she continued moving her hand over him. He didn't know if he was allowed to move now or not, or if he should speak, so he just nodded at her and hoped she was going to let him know what to do about it.

Turning her attention back to his dick, she started really stroking, her hand moving up and down audibly. She slapped at his balls again. She lowered her head to his dick, kissing the head before slapping again. Looking up at him, she added, "You're allowed to move this time... but if you don't cum soon, I'm going to squeeze the cum right out of your balls."

He whimpered at her, his hips jerking up into her touch, the head pressing against her lips. The tip of her tongue was still on her teeth from saying, "balls" and he felt it there on the head of his dick. So soft and wet. Her hand kept a steady tempo over him, the other hand still massaging his balls- with increasing pressure. Soon, they stopped the kneading and simply clutched.

Again, his balls swelled, but this time there was no punishing slap as he bucked up, no tight ring at the base of his dick preventing them from shooting their pent up spunk. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he'd do it, but she must have known he needed a little something extra, as she then squeezed much harder, and he rode the pleasure-pain into his orgasm. The sudden explosion was intense, and BJ shouted an inarticulate noise.

He rocked on the table, muscles tense as she continued to milk him, and his creamy jizz shot into the air. She quickly moved to close her mouth over the head, sucking it out of him, swallowing it in a lust filled frenzy. She tensed as she did, feeling herself come very close to joining him in the release. He bucked up, sliding past her lips and into her mouth. There, his dick throbbed, releasing the last of his cum into her throat. That final blast brought her over the edge and she swallowed hard, her own orgasm soaking her panties.



At Last



Elle rattled the key in the lock. 'Why can't anything in these damn apartments work right?' She thought to herself as the door swung open.

"Thanks, hunny."

"No problem. How was work?"

"Not bad, just slow. I hate weeknights. It's so boring and the teenagers don't wanna focus so we can get out at a decent time." Elle said exasperatedly while she plopped her stuff down on the couch. Her husband had already sat back at the computer.

"Why don't you go get your shower? We'll go to bed soon."

Elle took her time in the shower, making sure she was good and smooth. She got a bit distracted while shaving her more private areas. After she was well lotioned and perfumed she went back down stairs, wearing only a patterend blue silk robe. She tilted Chris' head back by grabbing his short, curling black hair and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"Mmmmm, I told you to wait. You know I'm busy."

"But I've gone almost two weeks now without getting fucked. Please?" She begged in his ear. It was so hard to get his attention without pissing him off anymore. He got that dangerous look in his eyes as his hands started to slowly caress all over her soft, pale body. He pulled her robe apart. "No panties? Naughty girl." And he gave her a good hard smack on the bottom.

"Ohhhh, Chriiiisss...."

"Now, I told you to wait."

"Fine, I'll just sit on the couch and wait like a good girl."

After a few minutes passed Elle's hornyness had gotten the better of her. Chris had gotten up to get a drink of water and her hand slowly wandered down to her cunt. Elle's clit was rock hard after having to wait so long. Chris caught her red-handed as he came back in to the living room. Her back was arched and breasts heaving, and her legs were curled up close to her body. They were clamped together, and she was close to orgasm.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You know I'm not paitient. I'm tired of waiting."

"Really now..." Chris trailed off huskily. He grabbed Elle's nipples and pinched hard. Elle's hands went to her sides, her right arm falling lax off the couch. "I didn't say stop." She whimpered as her left hand went back to what it was doing. His hands slid down her body and spread her legs wide open. "I want to see you play with your self."

"Yes, Sir."

"You like touching yourself, don't you? Dirty slut." Elle just lay there and moaned. "I asked you a question." Chris's hand went to her throat and she almost lost it.

"Yeees, sir." Elle replied, meekly. She continued to slowly and softly rub her clit. Chris's hands went back to torturing her breasts. "Oh please stop. I'm gonna cum."

"No, you're not."

Elle needed to release, but she knew better. She begged to no avail. After a couple of minutes of her sweet torture Chris stopped. Elle whined in protest but all he did was take her hand away from her cunt. She reached up to Chris' zipper, but he only swated her hand away. He tangled his hand in the hair dangling off the end of the couch and slapped at Elle's cunt untill she was one smack from orgasm. 

"I need a shower." Chris turned and went upstairs. Elle lay on the couch, trying to catch her breath and calm down.

The shower stopped running and Elle went upstairs, to find her husband at the top of the steps. His look said 'about time', and his cock was at attention. She walked past him while slipping her robe from her shoulders but he spun her around, put his hand to the back of her neck and kissed her deep. Elle's knees went to putty and he grabbed a handful of her long curly blond hair. Chris bent down to kiss her attentive nipples and pressed the back of her knee with his left hand. Elle dropped like a sack of potatoes, and Chris shoved his dick in her mouth. She started her attentions gently but Chris had other ideas. With his right hand entwined in her hair and his left on her jaw he fucked her mouth untill she was panting between strokes with need. Chris released Elle and she fell to her hands.

"Now, what does my slutty little wife want from me?"

"Please, lick me. Then fuck me. Please."

"I suppose I could. Well? What are you waiting for? Get on the bed."

Elle struggled to her feet but as soon as she got there, Chris whipped her around and threw her on her back. She landed hard with her legs spread and dangling off the bed. Chris got on his knees and started kissing her inner thighs. Elle's hips bucked and her hands went to the back of his head. Chris grabbed them from under her legs and pinned her by the wrists to the bed so he could continue at his leisure.

"I will do this at my pace, Wench."

Elle couldn't help but squirm, she needed to cum. Chris kissed and licked, then took eack labia into his mouth. He bit down on the the right and sucked so hard on the left the Elle came.

"Ohhhhh, did you like that?" Chris teased.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. That felt so good, I couldn't help it..." Elle panted breathlessly.

"You'll just have to make it up to me now won't you?" With that Chris went back to his lapping. He sucked Elle's clit hard and bit, drawing a bit of blood.

"Oh, oh, stop, please, that feels too good! Ahhhhh!"

Chris throughly tounged Elle until she screamed and begged him relentlessly to fuck her.

"Please, please, please! I need your cock in me." Elle kept repeating over and over, unable to contain herself. She was struggling to free her hands, all she wanted was to pull him up to her.

"First you have to suck my dick and make sure it's hard enough for you."

Elle slid off the bed and Chris laid his hand on the back of her neck as she sucked him deep.

"Ooooo, slow down or there'll be no fucking for you. I think you can make it up to me by being on top. And ride me good."

Elle crawled up to bed on her hands and knees, and propped the pillows up and grabbed a condom. Before Elle could turn and give it to him, Chris had crawled behind her and begun to kiss and lick gently along Elle's back. She shuddered, and handed over the condom.

"Oh, did you come from that? What a naughty, sensitive little slut you are." 

Chris slid the sheath down his 8 inch cock. Elle squatted on the bed with her legs spread so he could watch her play with herself while she waited.

"So, is it hard enough for you?"

"Yes. Can I PLEASE have your cock in me now?" Elle begged

"Come get it."

With that Elle swung a leg over him and guided Chris' pole into her tunnel. She put her hands on the bed with one on each side of him and slid half of Chris' prick in and out, moaning.

"Come now, don't be a cock tease. Go ALL the way down."

"You know it's too big. It always hurts."

"I told you to do something, bitch." Chris pulled Elle's hair hard and she complied with his request. He pistoned in and out of her snatch as she writhed against him.

"Please, slow down. I don't want to come yet." Elle requested while she sat up.

"Really? You would hate if I did this then?" With his comment Chris slid his thumb to her clit and alternated between tapping it and rubbing it roughly.

"Fuck, yes, Fuck. Fuck. No, OH. OH, OH, oh, no, ahhh, I'm, I'm-"

"Come for me, bitch."

Elle came so hard she couldn't breathe. When her spasms abated she put her hands on the wall and braced herself while she rode Chris hard. Her 40C breasts jiggled and Chris managed to get one pebble-sized pink little nipple in his mouth. Elle squeeled because Chris had to bite hard to keep it there. After her nipple was released Elle leaned back and supported her self with her arms locked. She fucked him hard and the tip of Chris' head rubbed her G-spot over and over.

"Don't come yet, but keep it up." Chris panted.

"Oh, please." Elle whispered.

"I said no." Elle ground her hips against Chris as hard as she could when she came down on his cock. Finally, when she couldn't hold on any longer, he let her come again. Elle collapsed against him and tried to get her breath back.

"It's a good thing I masturbated before you got home, or I wouldn't have been able to get through that. You're good, you cock-hungry girl." He hissed lovingly in her ear. "Now, get up. Ride me and I want you to come as many times as you can before I shoot my load."

Elle rode Chris as hard as she could, and after about 3 more orgasms she slumped against him again.

"Please, no more. I can't do it. Please, it's too much." She begged.

"I know you can take more." He reasured her. "I haven't come yet. I know you have it in you. I'm close..."

"Ye-e-es, sir. I'll t-ry." Elle panted out. She put her hands back on the wall and fucked Chris as well as she could, but after every orgasm she collapsed agianst him.

"Don't stop, Elle. Don't. I'm so close. Please." Chris said breathlessly. She writhed against him and did her best to keep going through another orgasm. Chris grabbed Elle by her hips tight, and came hard-setting off another orgasm in Elle. She collapsed against on top of Chris and they lay there gasping for breath. She couldn't help herself and rubbed herself to another two quick, sloppy orgasms.

"Finished?" Chris chuckled

"Mhf-gh-uh." Elle mumbled out.

After a while Elle rolled off Chris, her leg asleep and passed out next to him. He covered her up and went back downstairs to finish what he was doing on the computer.



At Last



My entire relationship with Charles, what little there was of it, consisted of countless opportunities for emotional growth and never-ending nights of frustration. We hadn't been dating long, only a few months, but our liaison was defined by what seemed to be an endless supply of patience on Charles' part and innumerable occasions for me to redefine myself anew. Unfortunately, I am plagued with a biological preponderance for self-doubt which he was challenging me to face head on. My mother hadn't bonded with me during her pregnancy thus I was left challenged to form healthy, loving relationships as an adult. My brain had been wired differently in the womb than most people's, my subconscious mind operated under the assumption that I was inherently unlovable and intrinsically without value despite how much work I'd done on myself, no matter how many rituals I'd performed, regardless of how many pages I'd written in my journal or affirmations I'd recited in the mirror, even in spite of how wonderful I believed myself to be in my heart. I'd taken tremendous strides toward healing and I had shown marked improvement and I was more than willing to exert the effort needed for me to tackle the internal demons that had been preventing me from attracting someone who was capable of loving me unconditionally. 

Apparently, I was doing something right, because I had attracted this amazing, enlightened man of my dreams into my life. So while I didn't entirely feel worthy of his love, I knew in my heart and in my soul that I was divinely worthy of a love that was greater than my mind could imagine and Charles was intent on proving to me that he wanted to give me every bit of his love. From the moment we met, from the moment I laid eyes on him, I was drawn to his energy, his aura, and his incredible beauty. Initially, in his presence, I felt like he was going to reject me at any moment; I felt like he would prefer someone with a name like Ausar Nut Ma'at Imhotep, who wore locs and constantly smelled of patchouli oil, and who carried around incense and shea butter in the red, black, and green backpack that she had crocheted by hand. I just knew in my heart that he could never really love a woman who wrote about sex and sexuality and whose opinions on race and gender were so outside the norm, who loved wearing high heels occasionally, and who showed signs of insecurity and doubt openly. Luckily, I was wrong. He saw me as infinitely talented, grounded, inspired, and beautiful and he felt the pull of my African centered consciousness and saw my ability to free the descendents of slaves from our mental and psychological bondage with my words. 

We vibrated on the same level in so many ways. While not identical in our every thought, we shared similar master numerological energies, spiritual outlooks, and interests. There was something very holistic and organic about what we shared and he was more than willing to nurture and heal my soul and that meant more to me than anything else. Our masculine and feminine energies complimented one another and we just seemed to fit like hand in glove.

For weeks, we grew together. Our days were filled toiling in the earth, growing vegetables, expanding our consciousness academically and culturally. We were always preparing food together as we were both dedicated to a living and raw diet and we even fasted together as well. He pushed me to trust him, to trust that he loved me, to see myself as the special and unique being he saw me as. I met each challenge he gave me head on, never afraid to push myself. Much of our time was spent in meditation or doing ritual. Sometimes we sat in silence, other times would laugh, talk, and listen to music until the early hours of the morning. I loved that he never made me feel like a victim or try to pity me because I was going blind. Charles would use his inspired words to paint pictures so I could see through his eyes and he helped me work out how to get around my apartment with my eyes closed for when the day would come when I had no sight at all. In every way imaginable, he was there for me like no other man had ever been there before and I found myself in falling in love with him in ways that were more profound than I had ever thought possible. 

At times, our evenings were simmering, smoldering, and steamy, building a raging inferno of sexual tension between us. He seemed to know how to get me to the edge of explosion without any direct stimulation of my special places. He could whisper in my ear, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me, describing his fantasies about me in poetic, glorious detail and I would melt. He had the ability to lay his body on mine, I could feel his erection, engorged and rock hard grinding against me, and I could detect his unbridled passion, his intense desire to be inside me. His energy was strong and I would arch my back and wrap my legs around him as we kissed, hoping against hope that he would cross the threshold into my sacred space without my verbal consent. My hardened nipples would ache for his mouth to devour them and my swollen, wet pussy throbbed with anticipation and delicious expectation of his penetration. I'll be the first to admit that when things would get hot and I was on the brink of erotic surrender, I would sometimes freeze up and ask him to stop. It had nothing to do with him. I was letting old tapes play in my head about being used, about men in my past who didn't mind sexing me up but didn't want a relationship with me. Charles wanted our lovemaking to be unfettered by fear or negativity; I didn't want to have any emotional blocks between us. And we both wanted us to join in a union of transcendent, unparalleled ecstasy so we waited until the time was right. 

Other times, the subject of sexuality never entered our evening experience. Sometimes, I could sense that I shouldn't initiate anything romantic or sexual between us because he was at his very limit for frustration. I would hug him and he would give me a look letting me know that I needed to back off. On those nights, after we would part, I would lie in bed alone, pleasuring myself, wanting to call him to me and invite him to be my lover. When I showered, my fingers would find the slippery folds of my pussy and rub my clit and I would imagine him thrusting deeply inside me, completing me. I imagined him, at home alone, white cotton sheets covering his nude body, his erection tenting the covers, a sheen of perspiration covering his lean frame as he lay tortured, frustrated and aroused, thinking of me. 

Our dance of frustration came to a screeching halt one night without much fanfare or preparation. We were fixing dinner one night and I was standing at the sink washing up a few dishes as he was moving around the kitchen doing his thing. I felt him slide up behind me, placing his arms on the counter beside me, his lips brushing the nape of my neck. He used his body to push me against the counter and I could feel the evidence of his erection against my backside. Instinctively, I pushed back, grinding the soft, full curves of my ass against him, leaning my body back and luxuriating in his hands caressing my waist and his nibbles to my earlobe. I could feel my temperature rising and my body was responding to his every touch. 

As if by conditioning, when I could tell things were reaching their critical boiling point, I said, "Come on baby, stop. Let's not get too carried away." That did nothing to deter him however and he became even more assertive, sliding his hands over my breasts and making me elicit the most intense moans of pleasure. "Mmmm, king, that feels amazing." I forgot all about my request to have him stop momentarily and I met his every thrust with equal passion. As the temperature began to rise, I renewed my objections, thinking he would be at his threshold and he would be packing up his stuff and heading for the door any minute. 

Turning me around, facing him, using his body to press my body against the counter, Charles took my face in his hands. "Queen, I'm not going anywhere. I love you; you are in love with me." I stood frozen. I heard the words fall softly from his lips like lyrics to a song. I diverted my eyes to the floor and he tilted my chin up, his eyes meeting mine. He said it again and this time I held his gaze intently. "I am in love with you and you . . ."

"And I am in love with you," I cut him off. I swallowed hard, half expecting the floor to open up and swallow me whole but deep in my heart knowing that, at last, I had found the love that I had been searching for all my life, for many lifetimes. "I . . . ," the words momentarily got caught in my throat and found the strength to go on and speak my truth, fixing my gaze on his beautiful brown eyes for comfort, "I . . . need you. I want you to stay tonight. Join with me. Be my lover tonight. Enter me, taste me, and feel my . . ."

This time, he cut me off with a kiss. He placed his mouth gently against mine and tasted my lips. It wasn't just a kiss; it was much more. It was his declaration of love. I breathed in his air and we became united in that instant. I kissed him, his tongue softly and gently conforming to mine in a soulful dance. My heart raced as I felt his lean body press more deeply into mine, feeling his engorged manhood against my mound. My breasts pressed against his chest and I started to unbutton his shirt, tracing my lips down his slightly salty neck, eliciting gentle moans from him. 

Something about him, about what we shared comforted me and I released all my inhibitions and allowed myself to be sensual, erotic, passionate, and primal without reservation. He met me where I was and matched my passions equally. Our kisses become more fevered; his hands under my sarong and slid up the soft, inner flesh of my thighs, finding the moist juncture between my legs. I took his hand and held it firmly in my own. "Let's go upstairs," I whispered.

He led the way; I followed with complete trust. Inside my sanctuary, the lights off, he made his way around the room, lighting candles as I put on some music. We met in the middle of the room and embraced again. This was our night to join together in a holy, transcendent union. This was the quintessential union of man and woman, of masculine and feminine energies, of yin and yang. This was the universe revealing itself, creationism and evolution coming together in the ultimate expression. 

He laid me on the bed and untied my sarong; he unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my body. Pulling his locs up and securing them atop his head, he began to make a feast of my body. Slowly, methodically, he used his mouth to lick, suck, taste, and kiss every inch of my body. His lips gently explored the inside of my elbow and his tongue made sensual love to my belly button. As ticklish as I am, I couldn't stop squirming and giggling. It made me more at ease; I was able to laugh and enjoy every delicious second of his seduction. Charles' hands explored my curves and with each passing caress, with each tender stroke, I became more and more aroused. I responded to each touch with a moan, a guttural groan, and a heavy sigh. My skin tingled under the manipulations of his fingertips. 

Just when I thought I was at the very limit of my arousal, when I thought I could take not one more millisecond of stimulation, Charles decided he was going to up the stakes. Standing, he removed his clothing and stood beautifully naked and erect before me. Without using words, he used his eyes alone to instruct me to spread my legs. I arched my back and did as I was "told" sliding my hands down my body, teasing him seductively. The candlelight bathed his silhouette beautifully, creating shadows and light on his golden skin. I was beyond aroused; each and every one of my senses was stimulated and heightened. My mouth watered staring at him; I wanted to explore his body with my mouth the way he had done with mine but Charles had other plans. 

"I want to taste you," he whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment from the day we met. I need to feel you explode in my mouth. I want to give you pleasure untold and drink freely from your center." I slid my finger between my engorged lips, brought my finger to my lips and seductively sucked it, tasting my slippery, sweet juices. He took his time, positioning himself so that he was comfortable between my legs. He wasn't one to be rushed. At first, he just stared at me, taking in every detail of my sacred sex. He spread my lips and studied my clit and lips like a painter studies his subject. He inhaled deeply my fragrance, intoxicated by my personal aroma. Then, only after he had taken in every detail, memorized my every contour to memory, he closed his eyes and softly, gently, lowered his mouth to my flesh. I let out a sound that was otherworldly. Bliss consumed every pore in my body. He tasted, licked, sucked, and kissed me, building my passion, raising my energy up my chakras. I wrapped my legs around his head and grabbed a handful of locs. I was nearing the point of no return. My muscles tightened and my orgasm was eminent. Charles was a man on a mission. He used his fingers to penetrate my holes and his mouth to gently, rhythmically suck my clit. Unable to hold off any longer, I released my cum into his mouth. I shook and trembled with ecstasy but that was not he signal to stop. He wanted my orgasm to unfold against itself, to replicate like a strand of DNA. 

Trembling and shaking, I felt intoxicated with pleasure. I was beyond wet; I had soaked the sheets with my juices. Taking his true place between my legs, he positioned himself to penetrate me for the very first time. I wanted to speak words in the moment but none came. Our communication was cellular. I felt him enter me and he took my breath away. I met each thrust and he maintained eye contact with me intensely. I could see concentration on his face but I could tell that he was experiencing intense pleasure as well. He stroked deep and hard, my juices coating him, our bodies sweating, moving in time. We made love, he made loved to me more intensely, more passionately than I'd ever experienced before in my life. 

When he was on the verge of erupting, he flipped me over, he entered me from behind, filling the room with the sounds of our bodies colliding as he made love to me like a man on a mission. My orgasms outnumbered his at this point by about five or six to none and he wasn't even close to finishing. I grabbed the sheets and met his every thrust. I think I might have passed out from pleasure, or at the very least, I was delirious with satisfaction. Four positions later, I was no longer able to keep track of my orgasms. Finally, he laid his body on mine and, almost imperceptibly, I felt his penis throbbing and pulsating within the warm, wet, velvety walls of my vagina. Our eyes held each other's gaze, we kissed; we were connected body, mind, and soul. In that moment, I felt his body tense and he arched his back and buried himself deeply inside me. I joined with him, releasing my energy into him as I exploded in what was more than sexual ecstasy, it was spiritual bliss. We had made it to a new place in our relationship, and at last, I had released all the pain and negativity that had kept me from experiencing true and abiding love.