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Fantasies

By: Llacy



As we walk into my bedroom, the soft scent of my favorite perfume assails your senses. You love the way the candles flicker, throwing muted shadows over the silk sheets of the turned back covers. You notice the selection of oils and flavored rubs setting on my nightstand.

Turning back to me, you smile as you can see the yearning look in my eyes. "I love to feel a man's muscles under my hands as I give you a massage. Your body is so sexy to me. I don't think you realize how much I want us to be together."

We laugh softly, and then I gasp as you take me into your arms, caressing my back with soft strokes of your large gentle hands. I shiver with anticipation as I pull away slowly. Looking into your eyes, I can see your desire for me and that makes me shiver once again.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to make this as perfect for you as I can," you tell me.

I smile as I say, "We will make this perfect for each other. Please allow me to undress you, I need to feel your naked skin next to me."

Slowly, I start unbuttoning your shirt, kissing each small space of your chest that I reveal. The hair on your chest tickles my nose as I rub my cheek against it. "I love a man with hair on his chest. It feels so good to run my fingers through it," I tell you.

You laugh softly as you reach for my pinned up hair. You say as you start to release it, "I love to run my fingers through a woman's hair also." As you take the last barrette away, my blonde hair falls in thick waves almost to my bottom. I can hear you sigh as you lift my hair to your nose and inhale the scent of my rose shampoo. "So beautiful" you murmur. My hands reach for the clasp of your belt in trembling anticipation.

I unhook it and undo the zipper. I can feel your hardness pushing against the confines of your underwear as I slide your pants to the floor. I reach to caress you briefly before I continue to take off your underwear. Gently I push you down to sit on the bed. Kneeling, I quickly pull off your socks and shoes, suddenly impatient to have all of your body revealed to me. As I rise, I can see your penis jutting toward me. You look so wonderful, so thick and full, that I want to rip my clothes off immediately so I can feel all of you next to me.

As I start to quickly unbutton the front of my dress you tell me "No, go slower, I want to watch you reveal every part of yourself. I want to see the expressions on your face as you bare every part of yourself to me." I agree and start to undo the buttons one by one. My dress slides to the floor and I hear you inhale as you see my lacy blue teddy. The fabric is taut over my breasts and I am so excited that my nipples are protruding, pushing outward toward you. I almost can't stand it, but I make myself slowly slide the straps down my shoulders, letting the teddy slide down my hips. I am standing in front of you only in my frilly underwear when you rise from the bed and pull me to your chest. I gasp as my breasts tingle from the contact.

You tell me as your hands caress my bottom, "I want to finish this. You have waited long enough, pretty lady." I agree wholeheartedly and I can feel your hands sliding into the waistband of my underwear. My head falls back and you nuzzle my neck as you push them down to fall to the floor. I can feel you turning me to lay us on the bed, all the while you are driving me crazy by licking and sucking on the most sensitive parts of my neck.

"Oh, this feels so good, so right." I say as you start to lower your lips toward my aching breasts. I arch up as your mouth settles on my right nipple, sucking gently and firmly. My hands reach up to caress your head and I moan as the sensations keep building in me, heading straight down to my clit. I'm getting wetter and wetter as you switch to my other breast and lave it with your tongue before taking it into your mouth. I can feel your hands caressing my body, moving in slow circles over and over. I start to knead your back, loving the feel of your muscles rippling under my palms, before I reach for your penis, the part of you I want the most.

I hear you gasp as I take you into my hands. You are so hard and I can feel you throbbing as I slowly pump you a few times, up and down. " I want to taste you." I tell you as you rise from my breast. You smile as you agree but say, " First I want to taste more of your lips." We kiss deeply, thrusting our tongues in and around each other's, in the age-old way. I can feel you sucking my tongue and I moan into you. I come close to an orgasm from this because at the same time you are kissing me, you reach to my pussy and insert your finger into my womb. "That feels so good but I still want to take you into my mouth." I say as I rise above you.

Pushing you back, I settle my self between your legs so that you can watch. I smile in anticipation, as I smell your musk. As I lower my lips to your penis I keep my eyes on yours to see your pleasure as I take you into my mouth. I can hear you groan as the first caress of my lips takes in your head. Slowly I slide my mouth all the way down your shaft, loving the feel of you filling my throat, then just as slowly pulling back up. I lightly graze my teeth down you the second pass, then use my tongue to caress you all the way back up. I continue to thrust you into my mouth, up and down, listening and watching you to find out what pleases you the most as I face fuck you. My hands caress your balls in rhythm with my mouth strokes. I do this to you until you almost cum and pull me away from your shaft.

"Enough for now, my beauty. My turn next, to drive you just as wild." You say as you pull me up over your body. I love the strength you show as you do this. You kiss me as you turn me to lie on the bed. Then you start to kiss your way down my body, until you are between my open legs. I shiver as I can feel your hot breath on my shaved pussy. You tell me that you like the way I have left only a tuft of hair at the top of my pussy. Then all thoughts except pleasure vanish for me as you start your caresses. You start to lick and suck me, learning what I like the most, as you taste my juices. I start moaning as I can feel your fingers slide into my vagina, slowly pumping in and out, in time with your tongue. I try to hold my orgasm back, because I'm the type of person that only comes once, but I can't make myself stop as you work on my body. Half in pleasure the other half in disappointment I feel my self explode into your mouth.

"Oh my, So good but I wish I had held back." I murmur to myself.

But you heard me and asked me why. "Because I only come once. I have never come twice, with a man or a woman. But please don't think I won't enjoy our joining. You are the most exciting man I have ever been with. I need to feel you inside of me." I say as you slide yourself up my body. I notice the considering look on your face as you settle your hips against mine. I gasp as I feel your cock throbbing between us.

"Sweet woman, Let's see if we can change that." You say as you slip inside of me. I shiver in pleasure as I feel a complete fullness in me. No one has ever seemed to fit me so well as you. As you thrust into me slowly, you start to caress my breasts with one hand and with the other you stimulate my clit, telling me, "Listen to me as we love, Feel each sensation as I touch you. Let your body relax into your pleasure. You are so soft and warm, so tight and sexy. You fit me perfectly."

I am amazed as I can feel the sensations building inside of me again. I listen to your sexy voice telling me how I make you feel as you caress me and start moving faster and faster in me, and I can feel my orgasm building in my body. " Oh My God, I'm going to come again! Oh- Oh!" I cry out as I have the deepest strongest orgasm I have ever had. I can barely feel you cum as my vagina tightens around you cock. I am shaking as I feel you hug me close to you. You laugh softly and hold me tighter, saying, "I'm glad I could show you something you've never known about yourself. I have never had so much pleasure with any one else either."

We lay together touching each other as we talk. You smile as I still shiver every once in a while. I feel so wonderful until I notice my bottles of oil. You see me frown and say, "What is it?"

I reply, "I wanted to give you a massage before we came together, but I forgot."

You smile again and tell me, "We have all night beautiful lady." I return your smile as I realize just how right you are!

Fantasies



I got married at a very young age and both my wife and I were virgins. She was raised in a very strict environment and believed sex was for having children. Although I was a virgin, I knew that sex was also for pleasure and enjoyment. For years I had been masturbating and having sexual fantasies. On our wedding night I must have fucked her 3 or 4 times, but just straight sex in the missionary position. I was delighted on how tight her pussy was. She did not have an orgasm. But over the next few weeks she achieved her first orgasm. And she came to realize sex could be enjoyed.

During the early days of our marriage, I was content with having straight sex, but as time wore on I wanted more. Much more. I wanted her to suck my cock, I wanted to fuck her in the ass and I wanted to eat her pussy. But she resisted all of my attempts. She believed anything but straight sex was dirty and bad.

This did not stop my fantasies. My first big fantasy about my wife was to watch her get fucked. Since I was average size, I wanted to watch her get fucked with a much bigger cock. My best friend had expressed to me his desire to fuck her. It took a while for me to get up the nerve to broach the subject, but when I did, she freaked. I thought for a while she was going to divorce me.

Over the years my fantasies continued with me masturbating to some very good orgasms. But our sex had become mundane. Then one day during a good fuck session, I was able to get between her legs and fasten my mouth to her pussy. At first she resisted very strongly, but the more I sucked her clit and licked her pussy, the less she resisted and started bucking her tight cunt up against my face. She achieved a thundering orgasm and moaned more than I ever had heard before. 

I then tried to get her to suck my cock, but it was a non-starter, she just adamantly refused. I thought it would be just a matter of time, but she would always refuse my attempts to get her to suck me or let me fuck her ass. She did let me eat her pussy. And over the years, even after having two boys, her pussy remained very tight.

Our fuck sessions became less frequent and my fantasies only increased. I started becoming more and more interested in watching porn to satisfy my fantasies. I particularly liked videos of men watching their wives getting fucked by very large cocks. I would masturbate as I watched and pretend it was my wife getting fucked. I often had very good orgasms during these fantasy interludes. Something curious happened, I began to really enjoy looking at the very large cocks in the videos.

I knew I just had to make it happen. I started talking to my wife about the fact she had never experienced a big cock and I wanted her to have that experience. She would say it was never going to happen and she was happy with my cock, which was a mere 5.5". 

My fantasies continued with a new twist. I not only wanted to see my wife fucked with a big cock, I wanted to see her suck it too. And finally I wanted to see her take a cock up her ass. I continued to bring the subject up, usually when I would eat her pussy, as she had learned to love having me go down on her. She seemed to have her biggest orgasms when I ate her pussy. But to my dismay it remained a non-starter.

My forays into porn continued with me becoming more aware of my desire to suck a cock. A new and decidedly different fantasy than I had ever had before. But my fantasy to watch my wife get fucked was as strong as ever.

My curiosity got me to viewing gay and bisexual porn. I saw a video where a guy watched his wife get plowed with a very big cock and then he took the cock in his mouth and sucked it clean. Damn I had a new fantasy. I started having fantasies of men fucking my wife and then me sucking them clean. Tasting the residue of my wife and her lover. I even started having dreams about it. It was starting to become a compulsion. But alas, I felt it would never happen. I actually started having wet dreams, something that had not happened since I was a teen.

One day I found a bi/gay site on line and joined. I started chatting with other men my age and some younger. I opened myself up and told them of my fantasies. One guy with a particularly nice big cock, who lived not far from me, offered to let me have my first cocksucking experience. He said I could suck him, but he could not host as he was also married. I was conflicted about really sucking a cock. I knew I was not gay. But he would go on CAM and show me his big cock and I realized I wanted to suck it. Then an opportunity presented itself. My wife was going out of state to visit a sick cousin. Her cousin lived in the next state about 250 miles so my wife would be driving and be gone 3-4 days. I immediately let my new young friend know. I told him when she would be leaving and asked that he wait about 2 hours and then come over to my house.

I was nervous as hell while she was preparing to go and tried my best to act normal. Finally she left and I anxiously waited for my online friend to arrive. I jumped when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was surprised how tall he was and how young he looked for 38. After exchanging pleasantries, he said would you like to see my cock now. I stammered a little as I said yes. He opened the front of his slacks and pulled out a semi-hard cut cock that appeared to be about 7". I couldn't take my eyes off it as he said touch it. I took it in my hands and felt the warmth and it gave a slight jerk. I was mesmerized, I felt his hand on my head pushing it down as the pressure on my head increased I felt my knees go weak and I sank down on my knees. That gorgeous cock was now at face level and growing. The hand on my head started pulling me toward the cock, which was now standing straight out. And with out saying a word, he inched it forward against my lips. I parted my lips and he pushed the head into my mouth. I was in a state of bliss as I realize I was starting to suck the most gorgeous cock I had ever seen. He pushed and more cock inching into my mouth. I had taken about 3 inches of cock in my mouth when he started slowly withdrawing and inserting fucking my mouth. He picked up the pace and inserted more cock each thrust till I had at least 5 inches of cock in my mouth.

Then I heard a loud cry of "oh my gawd!" He quickly pulled out of my mouth and turned as we both saw my wife standing near the door with a look of total disbelief on her face. A deep fear tore thru my entire being as I looked first at her and then at him. She stood rigid and he stood tall with 8.5" of hard cut cock sticking straight out.

Then I saw her eyes stray downward till they were fixated on his cock and the expression on her face was indescribable. I'm sure she had never seen a cock so big. Like me she was mesmerize by the sight of it. With out saying a word he slowly walked toward her, and when he reached her, he placed his hands on top of her head and pushed her head down, and like me she sank to her knees. He placed his cock at her lips and pushed in as she opened her mouth. And like me, she tasted a cock for the first time. She moaned as he inserted more cock and slowly began fucking her mouth. I heard him softly say: "I love you sucking my cock, but I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you as your hubby watches. I want to give something he never has, a real man's cock." He took her by the arms and raised her up as his cock slipped from her mouth. He turned to me and said "which way to the bedroom?"

I meekly said follow me. I lead the way as he had my wife in tow and she was not saying a word. When we reached the bedroom, he took my wife and led her to the bed and began undressing her. Her eyes were open wide, but not a word came out of her mouth. When he removed her panties she stood naked in front of another man for the first time. For a middle aged woman she looked remarkably well. Her tits size 35B had a little sag and her middle had a hint of excess weight, but all in all for 59 she did look good.

She stood motionless as he began to undress. Her eyes widen as he finished. He looked absolutely stunning even to my eyes. His erect cock standing straight out had my mouth watering. Her gaze was fixated on his cock as were mine. He then spoke and said to her "you do want me to fuck you, don't you?" She whimpered very softly yes.

I was flabbergasted. All these years of fantasies only to be rebuffed at every turn and now my biggest fantasy of all, was about to come true. He laid her back on the bed and crawled between her legs and went straight for her pussy with his mouth. She moaned loudly as he licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. My cock was harder than it had been in years. I began stroking my cock. Her eyes were closed as he continued his oral assault on her pussy. She began bucking her cunt up into his face saying "eat me eat me." Then she yelled "I'm coming I'm coming." Something she had never done with me. Her orgasm seemed far greater than any she experienced with me. 

With out a word he moved up her body till his huge cock was pressing against her tight pussy. I could tell he was easing it into her pussy stretching it far beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her moaning and whimpering increased and got louder as he started fucking her. His strokes lengthened and the pace picked up as he was pounding her pussy harder, faster and deeper. While he continued to fuck her, I could tell she was having multiple orgasms and she would yell out each time "I'm coming." My cock ached for release. I was about to cum, but tried hard to hold on. Here was my wife getting the fucking of her life and I was watching and jerking off. Then I heard him moan as his cock exploded in my wife's cunt filling it with hot warm seed. He then pulled his cock from her pussy with a pop and he motion for me to come near. He simply said "suck it clean." I went down on his cock and tasted a combination of my wife's juices and his thick salty semen. My fantasy had cum true, as I came on myself.



Fantasies



Dang, The Rodriguez brothers look so fine today, thought Jasmine as they walked by her locker. It was the end of the school day but Jasmine was staying after school to get some volunteer work done since she was officially a senior and needed volunteer work before actually graduating high school,being 18 was tough.

"Yo, wassup Jasmine?" They said as they passed her

"Nothing much." She answered.

Jasmine's family had been friends with the Rodriguez's for what seemed like forever and she's always thought they were cute, but apparently she wasn't the only one.

Girls trailed them wherever they went, so they basically had their own harem. It was also no guess that the girls put out so Jasmine had no chance with the brothers because she didn't put out nearly as much and who would want her anyway, she was a big assed big breasted black girl who was a goody two shoes who did all her homework and did what she was told.

In short Jasmine found herself boring, especially compared to the skinny white girls who knew all the right moves. Jasmine herself had only had sex with one guy and it wasn't even all she hoped it would be. Anyway, the Rodriguez boys were way out of her league. With their jet black wavy hair, sculpted abs, and golden skin they could be Abercrombie models and she would be on the cover of Good Students Weekly with how average she was.

Yep, the only thing that was not boring about Jasmine was her imagination. When people say to let your imagination run wild, Jasmine takes it to the extreme. As you can probably guess basically all of her daydreams feature the brothers, but today she was especially horny.

She imagined the brothers gangbanging her ... Hard. Marco, Andre, and Carlos were stroking her and filling her in every hole and ... and ... and ... She needed to get out of this library, fast.

"Jasmine, where are you going?" Mrs. Shoemacker called out

"Um, I forgot ... something, I'll be back ok?"She yelled back

She ran all the way to the deserted girls bathroom, went into a stall and pulled her mini vibrator out of her purse and plunged it in deep.

"Oh," she moaned, she pulled it in and out thinking about Marco forcing her to suck his big fat cock and about Andre roughly taking her ass while Carlos pushed deep into her pussy.

"Oh Marco!" "Oh Andre!" "Oh Carlos!" She moaned.

She was so into her masturbation that she didn't notice that someone had come into the bathroom.

The Rodriguez Brothers

The Brothers were definitely expecting bathroom duty at the school to be extremely boring and all because Carlos couldn't back away from a good fight. What they weren't expecting was to find their best Chica, Jasmine in one of the bathroom stalls of the supposedly deserted girls bathroom fucking herself with a vibrator and moaning their names.

Now, even though they never showed it, the boys always liked Jasmine and always fantasized about her and her big breasts and ass, so to have her masturbating to them was like a dream come true and you could easily hear the BOING! of dicks growing and erections coming to life.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Marco asked looking at his brothers and his brothers smiled. This was their chance.

Jasmine

Their hands were everywhere at once and at one point she swore she wasn't doing anything to herself and it was all them. This is the best daydream ever, she thought.

"You like that chica?" Carlos asked

"Oh yes I like-"

Her eyes sprung open to see that she really wasn't using her hands at all because her arms were tied behind her back with industrial strength rope that janitors use.

"Oh Jasmine, you finally realized it's us." Carlos said

"You know, if you wanted some of the Rodriguez love all you had to do was ask," Andre laughed "We've always fantasized about you so we would've said yes."

"Why are my arms tied?" She asked

"Because the thought of you submitting to use and being under our control turns us on and it seems to turn you on too," Marco said.

He glided his pointer and middle fingers down the slit of Jasmine's pussy and the fingers resurfaced drenched in her cream. Marco then shoved his fingers in her mouth and she tasted her own pussy juice. Surprisingly enough, tasting herself made her even wetter.

Carlos then went between her legs to lick her pussy and taste her himself.

"Damn, Andre this is the best cream pie I've ever tasted," he said slurping her vagina's juices "And she's got a clit piercing, hot damn that makes me even hotter that those nipple piercings don't you agree brothers?" He laughed.

"Yeah, Yeah whatever," Andre said "Now stop hogging the appetizer so we can get to the main course,"

Jasmine was so consumed with her need for release that she didn't notice when they made her stand so that they could get into position.

"Rope," She managed to whisper I want more rope

"Where do you want us to tie it Jaz?" Carlos asked?

"Railing and ... ankle," she replied.

So the brothers wrapped some more rope around her ankle and attached it to the railing above the stall so that one of her legs was straight with her foot touching the ground and the other leg was straight up with her foot towards the railing.

Once they had their chance Carlos and Andre Plunged into her ass and pussy at the same time, Carlos in her pussy and Andre in her ass. Jasmine felt so full that she literally screamed out ass they roughly pushed in and out of her.

Marco pulled her head by her hair and told her to shut up or someone would hear them then he asked her if she wanted to suck his cock and she nodded.

"Say it," he demanded

"I want it," she said

"No say the whole sentence."

"I want to suck your ... cock." She whispered hoarsely. Then he shoved his cock into her warm mouth and she deep-throated him so much that she almost gagged.

The sensations she was feeling were way better than her daydreams, Carlos was massaging her breasts and pulling her nipple rings at the same time that he was plunging into her pussy and her did it so well that she was moaning all over the place.

She also felt Andre filling her as up as she sucked Marco's fat, Latino cock down her throat. This is the best day ever! She thought. Soon enough, they climaxed and she had the biggest orgasm of her life, but the guys weren't done, they each wanted to have her in each hole in all positions possible.

Soon after, they all lay spent when Andre realized they didn't use any type of protection.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill and I took my test yesterday and was negative for any disease," she said. They told her that they were also checked for disease two days ago and turned up negative.

As they got dressed, the brothers suggested that they should do this more often.

"Yeah maybe we should," Jasmine said as she left.

When she got back to the library everything was as it should be.

"Oh, Jasmine thank heavens you're alright! What took you so long?" Mrs. Shoemacker asked. At the same time she said this, the Rodriguez brothers walked by with mischievous smiles on their faces, she smiled back at them and then turned back to Mrs. Shoemacker.

"What took me so long? Oh nothing, I just got a little caught up daydreaming," she said with a smirk.



Fantasies



A young couple, their marriage in trouble, share their most intimater fantasies with each other. Far more loving D/s than BDSM

*

As she awoke from what had been a very fitful night's sleep Julie was more starkly aware of the unease that she had been experiencing more frequently over the past several months. She hadn't before been able to put a finger on it. It had just been an increasingly unsettling feeling that something wasn't quite right, that something was changing, and not for the better. For the most part she had tried to ignore this feeling and put it out of her mind, but that had been before the events of last night. She and Ryan had been married for five years, and she had always believed that they were very content. She was certain that they loved each other. She had no doubt of her love for him, and he was always assuring her, both verbally and in a myriad of other ways , of his devotion for her.

But over the last year or so some things had started to feel different. While their respective jobs had become more hectic and stressful, their time together at home at night had always been a refuge from all of that. Of late though, and maybe longer, it seemed to her almost as if something was missing, or even worse, that something had been lost. 

Ryan certainly never voiced such concerns, and they still shared in all the details large and small of their lives with each other. But slowly, over time, they had stopped being as spontaneous, or doing many of the things they had once done together. She had even at times seemed to sense that he was withdrawing, or, if she even dared to consider it, losing interest.

Although obviously her darkest fear she could never really believe that Ryan could be unfaithful. He was just not the type, even if she had to suppose that all spurned women likely felt that way beforehand. But he still spent all of his free time at nights and on weekends with her. Whenever they did things with their many friends they did them together, and there was just very little if any unaccounted time or events in his life of which she was unaware. And he continued to dote on her almost all of the time, even if his heart didn't seem quite as into it as it once had.

Maybe it had all become too routine. She had tried never to place many demands on him, and he certainly never placed any on her. They both just went about doing what they felt needed to be done, helping each other when it seemed to be necessary, rarely arguing, but also rarely discussing what each other might want or need. It had become very comfortable, but perhaps no longer very satisfying.

Unfortunately, the area where this all seemed to manifest itself the most was in their sex life. Although neither of them had ever been the most imaginative or robust of lovers, they had always seemed to enjoy their intimate moments together. Except for some occasional experiments in positions their lovemaking was, for the most part, fairly traditional, and of late, or possibly even longer, it had become almost rote and by the numbers. There were an increasing number of times recently when she found herself faking orgasms so as not to disappoint him and thus have him fail to enjoy himself. Despite this, there were more and more times when they were making love that he seemed to be somewhere else. This never seemed to decrease his physical effort, but no matter how much harder he worked, the results were becoming less and less. Then, last night, even with one of her more energetic performances, he continued to pump, and pump, and pump away, until he finally softened within her, pulled out in failure, and before rolling over to fall asleep gave her a sheepish and embarrassed grin, a peck on the cheek, and said only, "Sorry ... I guess I just don't have it tonight."

And so Julie had tossed and turned and fretted through the rest of the night with little sleep of her own. What was going wrong? Why were they failing? What was missing? She knew that there was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to make him happy, and she truly believed that he felt the same toward her. But somewhere along the way they had lost a connection, a spark that kept the flame within both of them roaring, and now she really feared that they were unconsciously, and unwillingly, drifting apart.

What could she do? She had to think of something. Do something. Anything. She turned it over and over in her mind, but could come up with nothing. There was little if anything the either wouldn't or didn't do for each other, as long as they knew what the other wanted and needed. This last thought brought her up short. As long as they knew what the other wanted and needed. Where did Ryan go in his mind when they were making love? Did she know? She had never thought to ask, had never thought it necessary. And he had never inquired it of her either. Maybe it was something that they both needed to know. Certainly now.

A seed of an idea had begun to sprout in her head, and the more it grew the more right it seemed. It was not something that she would have ever considered before, and she wasn't sure that she could convince Ryan to go along. But something had to be done, had to be tried before things were too far gone. She had to make him see that, and then maybe he would give her developing plan a chance. She vowed to bring it up to him the very next morning at breakfast, before she lost her nerve. With that resolution she had finally been able to drift off for a few moments of precious sleep.

********

The next morning Ryan seemed unusually solicitous and chatty. He seemed to her to want to talk about everything and anything except what she most dearly wanted to address. They were well into breakfast, and his dissertation on an upcoming meeting at work, when she felt that she would soon lose whatever opportunity and courage she had. She swallowed hard, clenched her fists, and interrupted him in mid sentence, something she almost never did.

"Ryan, about last night ..."

He made no attempt to pretend that he didn't know what she was referring to, which told her all that she needed to know about his loquaciousness this morning.

"Oh Jules, I was just very tired last night. No biggie." He paused, and then looked at her hopefully, almost plaintively. "You seemed to enjoy it though."

"How much do you think I could enjoy it when I know that you didn't?"

"It's not that I didn't enjoy it. Like I said, I was just tired."

"Lots of things seem to be becoming more and more tired these days. And not just in bed."

He was suddenly more wary. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh Ryan, it's just that I'm afraid that things are getting tired between us. Getting stale. That we need something new and exciting to wake us up. Like we used to be."

"I'm not quite sure that I know what you mean, Jules."

That he didn't outright try to contradict or argue against her basic premise spoke volumes, and gave her the needed strength to continue with her plan.

"I'm not sure that I understand it all either, but I just sense that we need a change, something to get us going again, before we move too far apart and can't hold on."

"Don't you think you're overstating things a bit."

"No I don't, Ryan, I really don't ... I'm really afraid that last night was just a symptom of something deeper, some need that we're not meeting in each other that's vitally necessary and important. And it we don't try to find it, it'll be lost, and we might be lost as well without it."

"And how do you suggest we find this supposed need?"

Now for the crux of it. She had gotten this far. Could she get over the hump?

"I think that we start with the most obvious symptom."

"What do you mean?"

She took a deep breath, and took the plunge. 

"Where do you go when we're making love, Ryan?"

Now he was more cautious than ever.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think that you go into a fantasy world, and it's not the real me that you're thinking about at that moment, but something else that excites you even more."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on, of course you do. And don't you think that I have fantasies too. That's what I'm talking about. I want to know your fantasies, especially your most intimate, exciting and closely held one that turns you on like no other. And I want you to know mine" When he didn't respond immediately she pressed ahead with the clincher. "And then I want us to act them out. Together."

"Oh Jules, that's just silly." He finally responded.

"No. It's not. I've never been more serious. Please Ryan. We need this. I need this. Look, I'll make it easy for you. You can go first. Tonight after dinner you tell me your fantasy, your most real and intimate fantasy, the one that has been drawing you away from me, and then I'll act it out for you. To bring you back to me."

"Julie ... I just don't know."

"But I do. My love, this is really important to me. For both of us. And then tomorrow night I'll tell you my fantasy and you can act it out for me. We've got to give it a try. We've got to give something a try, and this just seems like the right start. What do you say? Please Ryan. For me. For us."

He looked down and was silent for several very long moments before a barely audible "Okay. I'll try."

She heaved a huge sigh of relief.

"Great. Tonight then. And feel free to bring anything you need to enhance it all."

He could only nod.

******** HIS

At work that entire day, Julie's emotions alternated from periods of nervousness, to giddiness, to moments of sheer terror. What could she have possibly unleashed with all of this? She had frankly been surprised that Ryan hadn't been more resistant and put up more of an argument against the whole idea. That he hadn't, indicated to her that he also perceived a problem and wanted to do something about it. She even thought that despite his obvious anxiety and reluctance he might actually be looking forward to this evening's experiment. She certainly hoped so.

Underlying her own varying emotions was a clear and undeniable sense of excitement. She found herself constantly wondering what his fantasy might be, and what she would be asked ... no make that what she would enthusiastically offer to do ... to make it all come to life. Might he envision her as a prisoner, whom he would then ravage against her will? No, she knew him well enough to believe that this would not be his type of thing. Perhaps he would like his little Miss Prim and Proper wife to act like a low class floozie and slut, vamping before him shamelessly. Or even worse, would he want her to be a stripper performing a pole dance for him before seducing his darkest desires. Whatever he came up with, as long as it wasn't dangerous to either one of them, and she was positive he would never contemplate that, she promised herself that she would do her utmost to make it real and special for him. It was that important. For both of them.

As they both enjoyed cooking they tended to alternate preparing their meals. This night Julie had decided to get home early to be the one to make dinner, in part to help settle the butterflies in her own stomach, but mostly because she thought that Ryan would have more important concerns on his mind. When he arrived home, and they dined on the light, almost gourmet fare that she had prepared, she found that, as opposed to his verbosity of the morning, now he was more quiet and pensive. She realized that this was going to be more difficult for him than she had supposed, and that she was going to have to help him get through it, at least in the beginning. And waiting any longer was only going to make it that much harder. It was literally time to take the bull by the horns.

"I'll take care of the dishes and cleaning up later Ryan." She announced. "I just can't wait any longer. I'm so excited, and the suspense is killing me. Let's go into the living room and get started."

She gave him her most dazzling smile and added "Please." and then led the way into the living room where she settled down on the couch as he ambled in after her and sat, bolt upright, on the edge of the easy chair across from her, looking for all the world like a nervous job applicant at an interview that he knew was going to go badly.

The silence was deafening. Neither one of them appeared to know how to begin. After several long moments, Ryan broke the ice.

"Jules, this is all really embarrassing."

She felt it slipping away already, and knew that she had to come up with something fast.

"Why would it be embarrassing for two people who love and are committed to each other to want to share their most inner selves and desires with each other. I feel like I might only know half of my husband, and I dearly want to know and have all of him. And I want him to know and have all of me. It's really that important, Ryan. Our marriage needs this. I need this. I need you. All of you." She finished with her most encouraging smile.

Ryan nodded and then bit his upper lip. "Okay. You win ... you want to know my most sincere ... my deepest fantasy..." he hesitated once again, truly torn and terrified, but he had promised. And he, himself, had for some time felt the drifting apart, and had always blamed himself for being too weak to share his most secret needs with her, despite an overwhelming desire to do so. He loved her so. He had just forever been so afraid that if he revealed this part of himself, what he was inside, that she would lose all respect for him. That had always been the root of his indecision and reticence, up to this very moment. But she had asked, even pleaded to know, insisting that it was vital. And he so dearly wanted to know as well what she most deeply wished and needed from him. This was an opportunity that was far too important to let slip away. So steeling himself the best that he could, he proceeded. 

"I'd like ... ah ... I want ..." he was starting to breathe more heavily, as she continued to smile reassuringly. He finally took a deep breath and gazed over at her. "Julie, what I really desire more than anything in the world ... is to be ..." one last hesitation ...

" your slave."

Of all the scenarios that she had speculated upon, this one had never even approached her various contemplations, and she wasn't exactly sure what he meant. Perhaps buoyed by the fact that she hadn't laughed, or acted in any way incredulous, disgusted, or dismayed, and also that he had gotten the main fact out, he now plowed on much more rapidly.

"I want to be your absolute slave, totally obedient to your will, and completely compliant to your every command ... my existence solely and fully dedicated to your comfort and pleasure, and seeing to your every whim. When not performing some chore or duty in your service, I want to be naked and on my knees at your feet awaiting your next desire. And if I'm away from your presence, and you have need of me for anything at all, no matter how simple or trivial, you merely need to ring this bell" which she hadn't seen before he produced it, and which he now leaned forward to hand to her, "and I will immediately stop whatever I'm doing and rush in, drop to my knees, kiss your foot, and wait silently and patiently for any new orders that you may have for me." He now paused as if to catch his breath, took another deep one, and then plunged ahead. "And Jules, most importantly ..."

She was very proud that throughout this recitation, her smiling, accepting expression had not changed, despite her churning inside. She had to see this through.

"Yes. Go on."

"Although as your slave, I will be solely responsible for every chore, every stitch of work that needs to be done or that you just want done for any reason, my most important function ..." another slight hesitation, " ... will be to be used totally by you. For your intimate pleasure. My lips, my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, my hands ... any part of me at all. Any way, any where, any time that you want. As many times as you want and need." He slowed, and then more softly, "with no thought ever of seeing to mine ... unless it pleases you."

He now stopped completely, looked down at his hands, and then slowly back up at her, almost as if in surrender and defeat. "Well ... what do you think?"

She marveled at the courage and strength that it must have taken for him to have revealed and offered all of that. She didn't really understand much of it, and knew that it was clearly uncharted territory which she might be entering. But she also knew that she had to match his courage. This had all been her idea after all. It was put up or shut up time.

"What do I think? Um ... I think ... um ... that maybe you should ... um ... take off your clothes." 

His eyes widened slightly. "You mean here? ... Now?"

"Why not. It seems as good a time and place as any."

He stood up and slowly started to disrobe, watching her closely as if he expected her to stop him at any moment. Before too long he was standing naked before her. As was always the case, she was captivated by his slim and athletic body, which he was now offering to her, in toto, for any use which she desired. She was especially drawn to the ramrod stiff erection that was already jutting forth in front of her.

"One last thing, Julie," he now ventured, his face reddening slightly, "I said that I would always be naked in your service, but I don't think that I should be entirely so." He fished something out of his folded pants pocket. "I think that this would be a very necessary piece of equipment." It was a four inch plastic contrivance that mimicked the shape of a flaccid penis.

"What in the world is that?" She exclaimed.

"It's a chastity device, that once applied and locked in place will keep me ... " looking down at his erection as if embarrassed, " ... this ... from being in the way and bothersome to you while I'm serving you."

Somewhat taken aback and bewildered she looked at him in his present state, and then back at the device, and could only mutter, "But it doesn't look like it would fit."

"Yes, well, I guess I have to do something about that, if you give me a moment." With that, he started to slowly squeeze his testicles until she saw him begin to grimace, eventually producing the desired effect as his erection began to soften. He then slipped his testicles and penis through a ring attachment, placed his still somewhat turgid but now shrunken member between the two halves of the plastic cage, attached them together and then to the ring, finally locking them all in place with a tiny padlock, and then handed her the key which hung from a fine gold chain.

"It will always be up to you, and you alone, to decide when and if this will come off, for any reason, but obviously only when and if you might want to use it for your sole pleasure ... or if, on some occasion, you might decide to reward me, however little I will ever be worthy of it."

She looked down at the key and chain in her hand. This was all too much. She didn't know how to respond. But the die had been cast, and there was no turning back. She looked back up at him, standing there nervously and expectantly. She needed more time, alone, to deal with all of this. With nothing else coming to mind, she put the chain and key around her neck.

"Um ... okay then Ryan. I think that the dinner dishes and kitchen need to be cleaned up. Do you think you could ... um .. see to that?"

He graced her with a huge smile, almost of relief. "Of course ... Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am". He then bowed, turned and rushed off to comply with her request.

Julie was in turmoil. For several minutes she just sat there stunned. What had she gotten herself into? She had no idea how to proceed, what to do. But she had to try. After all this she most definitely owed him that. Owed them both that. First though she had to calm herself down, settle her insides. She heard him bustling about in the kitchen and came to a small decision. She took the little bell that he had given her and tinkled it. Almost immediately Ryan came scurrying in, dropped to his knees in front of her, bent forward and down, and kissed the top of one of her shoes. He then remained silent, head bowed before her.




Fantasies



She had already forgotten about this part of it and it stopped her for a second. "Ryan, do you think you could get me a glass of wine. There's a bottle of Pinot Grigio chilling in the fridge."

"Yes Ma'am." and he scrambled up to obey.

A minute or so later he returned and presented her from his knees with a full glass. But she still needed some time with her wine to collect herself.

"Maybe you should go finish up in the kitchen." she offered.

"Whatever you wish, Ma'am" and he was gone.

As she sipped her wine, she reflected back on every part of his recounted fantasy. So he wanted to be responsible for all of the housework, something they usually shared fairly equally. She smirked as she wondered if that included the laundry, a chore he hated with a passion, although only slightly more so than her. To spare him however she had made this one job exclusively her own, avoiding it though for as long as she could, frequently until they were down to their last remnants of clean clothes. No, she concluded wistfully, that would likely be a step way too far for him.

Her thoughts came back to her first summons of him and there was something that she suddenly wanted to try. She slipped off her shoes and socks, and then shook the bell once again. Within moments he was back before her, bending forward to place his lips on the top of her now bare foot. And then he waited.

She let the sensation linger for several sublime seconds before asking, "Ryan, do you think you could get my flip flops for me from my closet. And put my shoes and socks away in the bedroom?"

Yes Ma'am." he replied, and then gathered up her footwear and raced off.

As he left, she focused her thoughts on how so very warm and sensuous his lips had felt on her foot. It had actually sent tingles through her. No one had ever kissed her foot before, and she decided that she very much liked it. When he soon returned with her flip flops, she asked him to put them on her. After he had slipped them onto her feet, she continued.

"I think it would be nice, Ryan, if whenever you come in or leave that you kiss both of my feet. What do you think?"

He looked up at her with wonder.

"Whatever is your pleasure, Ma'am." and then bent forward to kiss both of her feet. The tingles intensified.

"Have you finished in the kitchen yet?"

"Almost, Ma'am."

"Then you better hurry up and get it done. And then present yourself back here."

"Right away, Ma'am.' Another pair of kisses of her feet, and he was off.

Julie was beginning to feel very warm, and even a bit wet. Inside. He had said that he wanted her to use him, and he had left little doubt that he meant sexually. Her tingles became shivers as she began to consider what her next step should be. Oral sex had never been part of their sexual repertoire. She had once tried to please him that way, but he had seemed strangely reluctant, and it had quickly progressed on to more traditional intercourse. And he had never offered to go down on her. She had always assumed that it was not something that he liked or wanted to do so she had never asked. But his fantasy implied that it was something that he wanted her to demand of him. The warmth between her legs was starting to become real heat. If that was what he was really suggesting then she suddenly realized that she was more than willing to try. On impulse she got up and removed her long pants, leaving on only her blouse and panties. She then sat back down to anxiously await his return.

That didn't take long. Having rapidly completed the finishing touches of his after dinner clean up he reentered from the kitchen. Upon seeing her he was momentarily startled, but then hurried forward, dropped down to his knees and performed the now expected obeisance. He then awaited any new wish that would become his command. Bent over onto his elbows, head bowed and eyes cast before her feet, he could only assume that the several silent minutes that then went by were due to her ignoring him. He could not see the actual struggle she was having to come up with a way to start her experiment.

"Um, Ryan, love ..." she began tentatively as he knelt upright to listen.. "You mentioned earlier that you wanted to give me pleasure, and sort of indicated that it could be done in a certain way. Did I understand you right?"

"Any way that you desire, Ma'am. Anything that you think you might enjoy, I would love to do for you."

Emboldened by his words, and in his full view, she slowly and purposefully began to softly caress the middle of her panties between her legs

"Then I think I would very much like some of what you might mean." She smiled down at him somewhat nervously. "Surprise me."

He returned her smile with an even bigger, and more confident one. 

"With the greatest of pleasure, Ma'am."

They both remained still, as if unsure now of how to proceed. Then Ryan added.

"I think you should just lean back, close you eyes and relax. Let me take it from here."

Which she did. A moment later she felt his lips brushing the inside of her ankle. They slowly worked their way up her calf, his tongue occasionally flitting out for little licks, until he reached the back of her knee, which she found to be surprisingly sensitive as his tongue became more forceful. He then softly kissed his way up her inner thigh until he reached her panties. With small circular motions he rubbed his face firmly against them for over a minute, before again traversing with his lips down her other thigh to the back of that knee.

Julie began to squirm slightly as Ryan began to playfully yet provocatively run his fingers and hands up and down her thighs. It was all going exactly as he had imagined it so many times in his head, but had always been afraid to try, feeling that she would disapprove. Her responses now clearly seemed to put the lie to that belief. He finally slipped his fingers inside the elastic of her panties and gently slid them down and off. As he pulled each foot through and out he kissed each instep, and with his tongue now fully extended he slowly ran it up her entire leg until he reached the center of her sexual being.

Almost involuntarily she spread her legs wide to reveal herself in all her glory. Her outer lips glistened like flower petals with the morning dew. He retracted his tongue, and after taking a moment to revel at the sight he began to softly and warmly blow on them, as she began to sway back and forth. He spied her bud protruding out, straight and hard. He flicked at it with the tip of his tongue, sending electric like tremors to her core. Her swaying became rocking, and his tongue met the challenge, becoming more insistent with each beat. Mewling sounds began to escape from her, then groans and growls. He now extended his tongue to probe through her outer labia into her inner recess. Her rocking become thrusts, and he stiffened his tongue to push even deeper. Suddenly her back arched up and her buttocks come completely off the couch and her growls became inarticulate grunts as he grabbed under her backside cheeks and met her thrusts with those of his own face, tongue-fucking her furiously to ever greater heights. She felt wave upon wave of her juices pouring forth within, and then gushing out to completely drench the face buried between her legs. Slowly the waves receded, becoming little rivulets, before completely subsiding as she sank back into the cushions of the couch, sated and exhausted as she hadn't been in years.

She gasped for breath as she tried to comprehend what had just occurred. She had never experienced anything quite like it and she desperately needed some time to calm down and collect herself. She needed a few minutes alone to figure out what came next, to know what to do. She looked down between her legs and saw his upturned face, hopeful and almost pleading. And totally soaked with her orgasmic secretions. She clutched at the first thought that came into her head.

"Ryan," gasp " ... go clean up" gasp " ... in the bathroom."

He appeared briefly puzzled before quickly replying "Whatever you say, Ma'am." then shimmied down to kiss her feet, and left as instructed.

Momentarily freed from the pressure of immediately responding to the situation she settled back to allow herself to savor the exquisite after sensations that were still lingering within her. How had she failed to ever have experienced this before? Well, he was offering now, practically begging her to demand it of him, again and again. For that and more. To use him in any way that she desired. 'Completely compliant to your every command', he had stated. It hadn't fully registered when he had first said it, but now the possibilities seemed enticingly, achingly, endless. Her imagination began to go places it had never gone before, and she now allowed herself several delicious flights of fancy, before coming back to reality and realizing that there really was something that she would truly like from him tonight. Something he had done for her only once before, many years ago, and she had thoroughly enjoyed it. But it had never happened again. Well, she thought that she might as well take advantage of the unique circumstances of this night to ask for it again, when he might find it difficult to refuse. As soon as he returned.

That brought her up short. Where was he? It had to be over fifteen minutes since she had asked him to go clean himself up. A horrid thought suddenly occurred to her. It couldn't be. He hadn't, had he? She got off of the couch and made her way through their bedroom to the edge of the bathroom door, and silent and unseen, peered within.

It was true. He HAD misunderstood. There he was, naked and kneeling, scrub brush in hand, diligently rubbing and polishing the porcelain throne. But what made it all the more fascinating and arresting was that as he worked away he appeared absolutely transported, looking for all the world as if there was no place that he would rather be at that moment than scrubbing and cleaning out the inside of her toilet.

She let that concept linger, and allowed him a little more time to obviously appreciate and enjoy this service to her. But she now had more important needs that required his attention, and as his current task was finally completed she stepped through the door into the bathroom. Upon seeing her he immediately stopped and crawled over to kiss her feet.

"Ma'am, I've just got a few more things to clean. I hope that you approve."

She looked around the room and saw that most of it was indeed sparkling. "Yes, very nice, Ryan. But I have something far more important that I want from you right now." 

"Anything Ma'am. You know that."

"Well then, wash yourself off, and then come into the bedroom. It's been long past time since you've given me a full body massage."

His eyes lit up.

"I'll be right in."

"See that you are."

She walked back into the bedroom, kicked off her flip flops, and then removed her blouse and bra which were all that had remained. She dimmed the lights to a soft glow, and then lay face down on the bed, propping a pillow under her head. Ryan was soon kneeling by her side.

"The body lotion is on my bed stand." she instructed. "You can start with my feet and work your way up."

He scrambled to get the lotion, and then proceeded to the bottom of the bed. He poured out a generous amount into his hands, rubbed them together to warm it, and then lifted her right foot and began to gently knead. After a few minutes he did the same for her other foot, making sure that every part and every toe received attention. With more lotion he then worked his way up her legs, never hurrying, and never missing a spot. He spent extra, delightful time on her buttocks before slowly moving up to the small of her back, to the back of her chest, rubbing and pressing deeply in circles, finding his way up to her shoulders and neck, his fingers and hands probing and pushing and dissolving any remaining tightness and tension that she still might have felt from anticipation of this night.

Julie could never remember feeling so relaxed, so content as Ryan continued to work on her shoulders, neck and back. When he found his way back to her buttocks, a seriously scandalous idea bubbled up into her consciousness. It was something that she would have never imagined before. Dare she even consider it? Would it be too much for him, even under these circumstances? 

It was a testament to the atmosphere that he had created that she allowed herself to chance his rejection and give in to this previously unimaginable desire. Before she could back down she raised her rump up into the air in front of him and declared. "Your tongue, Ryan. There." Her excitement was undescribable when, without a moment's hesitation, his mouth was on her behind, taking lip bites as he encircled each cheek. Before long his lips discovered her crack, and his tongue began a slow journey down the crevice. Exhilaration rising, she lifted higher to aid his progress, but he took matters literally into both hands as he fondled both cheeks and spread them apart to allow his tongue to reach its ultimate goal in her end. It darted and swirled and then tried to force its way into an orifice that offered far more resistance but no less pleasure to her than the one on her other side. 

She began to lose herself into these new and unique sensations of his almost rhythmic lapping. With her head still on the pillow she lifted her lower end higher to come to her knees to provide even easier access. She was completely unprepared however for the sudden intrusion into her other, more sacred vault. While his tongue continued its fevered worship of her bottom hole, his fingers now pushed, probed and prodded her into places and heights she had never before conceived. She felt herself once again on the brink, and before she lost all control she knew what she wanted above all else.

"Enough" she cried, as she rolled away from him onto her back. Ignoring his startled look as he knelt on the bed before her, she sat up, pulled the chain and key over her head, and began to fumble clumsily with the tiny lock on his cage. She wondered only briefly how he had been able to stand it, as she felt his manhood squashed and strained so tightly within its confines. Finally succeeding to get the key into the lock, it snapped open and she pulled the jail apart, and the prisoner almost immediately sprang to full and subservient attention before her. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and commanded.

"Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me hard."

He rushed forward to obey, entering her forcefully. With a violence he had never before exhibited he pumped a first stroke. Then a second, a third, fourth and fifth.. The sixth stroke was almost savage, and on the seventh he threw back his head and emitted a scream unlike any he had ever before as he erupted within her.

Occurring far more quickly than she might have liked, his screams nonetheless drew her to, and then over the brink, and her own screams joined his as spasm after spasm of his essence spewed into her. It went well beyond what they might have believed they could physically endure until, almost blessedly, he collapsed down beside her, totally spent.

It was many minutes before either of them came back into themselves. Ryan was first as he gazed at her longingly and could only whisper, "Jules, that was unbelievable." She smiled a reply. Seconds later he hoarsely added, with evident emotion, "Tomorrow night. Your fantasy."

She nodded dreamily as they drifted of to sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms. 

******** HERS

There had never been any question in her mind as to her fantasy. It had always been the same. She had just never thought that it would ever be taken beyond the abstract of her imagination. But last night had been a revelation, and everything had changed as she discovered what he was in want and need of, for himself, and from her. And tonight they would do the same for her. As she awoke that next morning, however, she realized that it was going to require a great deal of research and planning to bring her visions and desires to full fruition and life.

Grabbing every moment of free time at work that day she searched the Internet for any guidance. She had never before even thought of visiting any 'adult' web sites, and it now took her a while to find out how to access them, and then to navigate through the dizzying maze to find those that would be most helpful in her knowledge quest.

She was astonished at the quantity and variety of sites dealing with even the one small area in which she was interested, and even more so with the substance and depth of the information offered. The more she read, the more convinced and enamored she became. She realized though that she was only going to be able to scratch the surface in this one morning and afternoon. But by the end of the day she believed that she had learned enough to at least get started, and then let events take them where they would go.

On the way home she stopped off at a local shop to purchase an item she thought might be the perfect accouterment to her developing design. Arriving home she was greeted at the door by her husband with a deep and soulful kiss such as they hadn't shared in years. They had agreed that morning that as she had made dinner for him before his fantasy, he would prepare the meal this night before hers. Breaking their lingering embrace he went back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on his repast, while she went off to change her clothes into something more comfortable. And appropriate for her evening.

Entering her bedroom there was no hesitation as she selected her sexiest neglige, which she then covered with her long, elegant silk robe. Flip flops were definitely out of the question for this night. Instead she chose a sleek and slinky pair of open toed pumps. A few but very significant touch ups at her vanity and she was ready for her entrance.

This produced its intended effect as she arrived in the candle lit dining room and Ryan beamed and let out an appreciative whistle. He pulled out the chair at the table for her across from him where she normally sat, but she now insisted that tonight she sit caddy corner next to him. After rearranging her table setting they sat down for their meal. He had pulled out all the stops for this dinner, starting with a jumbo shrimp cocktail, before proceeding on to her favorite, Veal Chops Milanese, accompanied by their most expensive bottle of wine.

In the flickering glow of the candlelight it appeared to Ryan though that food and drink were the farthest things from Julie's mind. While he watched, she carefully took one of the gigantic shrimp, dipped it into the cocktail sauce, and lifted it to her mouth. Stopping just short, she brought the tip of her tongue out to delicately and languidly lick the sauce off the entire meat of the prawn. Anchoring the thickest part of the shaft with her teeth, she popped the tail shell off, leaving the greater length of it exposed and jutting forward from her mouth, before ever so slowly nibbling it inward with her lips tongue and teeth until it was fully consumed.

This tableaux was heightened further for Ryan as, under the table, she sensuously ran her foot slowly up and down his leg. He quickly resolved to hurry to get to, and through the main course, attempting to finish his veal chop in record time. But Julie appeared to have little interest in hers. Instead she placed one of her hands onto his thigh, caressing her way up to the rising hardness between his legs.

"Don't you want your veal chop? he croaked out.

"There's another chop that I'd like to devour far more." she answered in a sultry voice, giving the enlarging lump in his pants a slight squeeze.

"What about dessert? he squeaked.

"The only dessert I want tonight will be in the next room."




Fantasies



She rose. "We'll deal with this mess later." She declared quietly. "It's time." She then leaned over to whisper seductively into his ear. "I'm really going to enjoy this journey that we're going to begin tonight." She finished with a light swirl of her tongue around his ear, and a little bite of the lobe. If playing the irresistible succubus was part of her fantasy, Ryan swooned, she was getting off to a truly wonderful start. It might not be as exciting for him as the night before but he had little fear now that he wasn't going to enjoy it, and no qualms in playing his role and fulfilling his part of the bargain.

Julie took his hand and bid him up and into the living room. Once there she released it and set herself down on the edge of the couch, as he once again sat in the chair across from her. Appearing far more giddy and eager than he had the night before, he gave her a wide and mischievous grin, and simply said, "Your turn."

Supremely confident, and more certain than she had ever been, she smiled demurely in return, and began very softly.

"My love, there has never been any doubt about my fantasy. It has always been the same." She now had his undivided attention as she continued. "It is that I make my husband, the man whom I love more than anything in the world, as happy as he can be. And that I always be for him the person he wants and truly needs me to be. Each and every day."

He looked a bit baffled as he tried to decipher where she was going with all this. Her eyes suddenly took on a wicked gleam.

"And so ..." 

She paused in anticipation. And for emphasis.

"Get Naked, Slave."

He remained still, stunned into paralysis as comprehension began to dawn.

"NOW."

He bolted off the chair as if that order had struck him like a flick of a whip. After another brief moment of shocked hesitance, he began to peel off his clothes, stripping off every last stitch under her withering glare. In less than a minute he was standing before her, stark naked.

She arose and stepped to, and then slowly around him, minutely inspecting him from head to toe. Except for an ever so slight tremble, he stood stock still, surrendering himself to her intense scrutiny. After completing her circuit she walked back to the sofa and once again sat down. She then pulled from one of her robe pockets the item she had purchased on the way home, and tossed it over to him. It was a wound up, thick, studded, leather dog collar, with a long leash attached.

"I thought this would be another appropriate accessory for you." She stated.

He stared at it in his hands as he slowly unwrapped it.

"What are you waiting for? Stop playing with it and get it on." She commanded.

He rushed to obey. After it was buckled into place around his neck, she brought forth another item from her other pocket, and dangled it from her fingers ... His cage.

"We wouldn't want to neglect this either, would we?" she chuckled. "Come here."

He shuffled over the few steps to stand directly before her, his rock hard erection leading the way.

"My, my. This will never do." She declared, regarding it. She reached out and clutched his balls, giving them a hard squeeze, producing a satisfying yelp, but almost immediately bringing on the desired effect as he wilted in front of her. She then threaded his cock and balls through the ring, and joined the two halves of the cage around his now limp shaft, locking them all into place. She placed the chain and key over her neck.

"You know," she said as she completed the task, "the only part of last night that was a disappointment for me was your utter lack of self control when we released you from this. I think that we're going to have to leave it on for far more extensive periods ... so you can learn that your sole purpose is to provide for my pleasure." She lightly tapped the cage with her finger. "And any pleasure that I might rarely decide to bestow upon you will be very hard earned." She paused and smiled. "Well, what do you say?"

His reply was barely above a whisper, but laden with emotion.

"Thank you ... Ma'am."

She closed her eyes and allowed herself a deep, internal, exquisite sigh. 

It was done. 

She reopened her eyes and reached forward to grab the leash hanging in front of him. She slowly pulled, and he was brought inexorably, inevitably down to his knees. She stared deeply into his eyes, boring all the way as if into his very soul. And they both understood.

Like a sovereign she regally directed her eyes to a foot that she had slightly raised off the floor.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She demanded.

Released from her gaze but not from her spell, he flowed forward and down, as if by no will of his own, and slowly, worshipfully placed his lips on the top of first one, and then her other foot. It was not a tingle, or even a shiver that she now felt. It was a full throttled thrill that coursed throughout her.

"I think that later on tonight I'm going to have you spend some prolonged quality time with my toes." she promised when she had knelt back up. The wicked glint then twinkled once again. "But that will have to be after you've finished with the rather long list of chores I have set out for you." She paused to let that sink in. "You can start, of course with the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. And then ..." she couldn't help but giggle gleefully, "there are two very large loads of laundry awaiting your most intimate attentions."

Ryan gazed up at her, absolute adoration in his eyes, and Julie returned his look with one of pure love ... and lust."

"Before you begin with all of that though, I would like a little foretaste of all that is going to come later." She pulled apart her robe, spread her legs, to reveal nothing on under her neglige.

"Get to work, slave ... And you better make me happy."

"Always." he swore. With every fiber of his being.

Ryan wasted no more time, nestling his face between her thighs, and began to slowly nuzzle and nibble his way to bringing her to her first delirious high of the evening. Far more open to the sensations than she had been the night before, the sparks of delight within her were soon fanned to a roaring blaze. Clamping her legs tightly around him she began to buck furiously, like a bronco rider on her mount, his face her saddle, and his thrusting tongue jolting her up, over, and beyond. 

His tongue, her glorious new toy, to play with and mold into uses she could only just begin to imagine. Oh, she supposed that she would still occasionally utilize his prick. She could never completely deny herself that enjoyment. But that would only come after it had been thoroughly trained as a tool for her singular pleasure. His pleasure, should she ever deign to grant it, would be a special sufferance, when and if she deemed him sufficiently deserving. She wondered if she might find this increasingly difficult for him to attain. But she had no doubt that he would strive endlessly and tirelessly to do so.

As Ryan scampered off to complete the rest of her assigned bidding, Julie lay back to bask in the afterglow of her first ecstasy of the evening, the first of much more to come on this, the first of the very many such days and nights in their new world. In her reverie she luxuriated in the aura of this magical universe. She checked to see that her hand bell was within easy reach, and her lips curled up in a satisfied smile when she saw that it was. She truly was well on her way to achieving their most fervent wishes and desires.

And she would continue to seek to discover new and more ingenious ways to ensorcel and enthrall. To always keep it fresh and exciting. She understood that there would be a lot of things to work out, adjustments to be made, protocols to learn and teach. She was also aware that there would probably be any number of things that he wouldn't like. But that was part of the price of being a slave ... a price he would have to be willing ... and required ... to pay. Overall though, she was convinced that he was going to love this new life. Almost as much as she was already beginning to. As their most intimate and joyous fantasies jointly became the new reality of every day of the rest of their lives. 

As they lived ... Together ...

Happily Ever After



Fantasies



Hi my name is Angela I'm 30 years old, 5'4", long blonde hair, blue eyes and wear a size 36-D cup. I am a very sexual woman. Most men think I am very sexy and love my shapely figure. I really enjoy teasing & exciting others and watching the look on their face just before I am going to blow their mind. I always enjoyed making others feel something I have often fantasized about using my imagination. I can say that I have surprised many men and sent them into spasms without breaking a sweat. I often have been told I have the sexual appetite of a man. 

We all have fantasies we hope would come true one day but the fact is most people keep them inside and are afraid to admit they have these desires. I often satisfied myself at my own hand and wild imagination. I have always kept these fantasies inside and never even gave it a second thought that any of them would ever come true until I met my boyfriend Jack. 

Jack is just as sexual as I am and him alone is every woman's dream come true. He loves to excite just like I do and he often comes up with new ideas to please me. I've told all of my fantasies to Jack and now him and I together satisfy each other's desires. Jack once surprised me with another man in bed. I was tied up and blindfolded and didn't have any idea what was going to happen. The next thing I knew I was being touched by another set of hands, and sucking on another man's cock. 

Both of them taking turns on me and in the end I sucked and stroked both of their cocks at the same time until they reached orgasm all over my tits. He fulfilled my fantasy of having two men and I am still seeking the right woman to join me to make his fantasy come true. 

One day while searching the Internet under sex clubs I found an ad with a picture of a Blonde woman dressed in a leather halter top and crotchless leather pants. The ad read:

"What is your sexual fantasy? We want to make your fantasy come true? Just follow the following contest rules: Submit a story to our site telling us about yourself and the fantasy you wish to come true. We will notify you when the winner is selected."

I thought to myself that so many people must have entered this contest and it would be impossible to win but I figured I would give it a try. I told them all about myself and one of the many fantasies I wanted to make come true for my man and then submitted my entry.

A couple of weeks later I received an e-mail notifying me that I won the contest and they invited us to a night club called Fantasies that Saturday night. The woman on the phone told me she would send me the passes in the mail. I wanted to surprise Jack so I just asked him if he would like to go out Saturday Night to a club my girlfriend referred me to. Jack loved the idea as we haven't been out in a while and I told him that we were going to have a lot of fun. 

Saturday came and it was almost time to leave, I just finished getting ready. I wore my short white mini skirt and a white halter-top and I put on my white high heels. I made sure I didn't wear any undergarments, as I wanted to be easily accessible to Jack. Jack was wearing his tight blue jeans and a ginny T-shirt. He looked so sexy. 

I love looking at his ass in those jeans. Before we left I made sure Jack could see I had no underwear on by bending over in front of him and on the way to the car I lifted my skirt slightly so he could look at my ass when I walked. My nipples were hard with anticipation of what was going to happen that night. I turned around before Jack got into the car and showed him my nipples popping out of my shirt. He begged me not to do this to him now and to wait until later. He loves when I tease him. 

It was 9:00 PM when we arrived at the club. When we arrived at the address they had given me it didn't seem like it was a nightclub it looked more like a warehouse. This isn't a nightclub Jack said. Well this is the address my girlfriend gave me and I knocked on the door. A gentleman dressed in warehouse attire answered the door. "Can I help you?" 

"Yes I am looking for a nightclub called "Fantasies". He asked me if I was a member or if I had a guest pass. I showed the man the passes that were sent to me in the mail when I won the contest. Jack looked at me and said, "but I thought you said." and I quickly interrupted him "Shhh I'll explain later honey".

The man told us to follow him. We walked through the warehouse to the elevator. We entered the elevator and Lit up was the number 3 which meant that even thought it seemed as if we were on the first floor we were actually on the third and the 1st floor was three levels below ground. This was actually scary to me because it didn't seem like a nightclub and I didn't know what to expect when the elevator opened. As we came closer to the 1st floor I wondered why the elevator didn't stop. It seemed as if it just kept going past the 1st floor. The man stated that we are going down to level F and then I noticed there was a secret panel the man had opened that had the letters F and an F1. 

As we reached level F vibrations of music shook the elevator floor and I could hear the music faintly. The doors opened and on the white concrete wall was a dim red light and a sign that said level F. The man guided us down the hall to a set of double black doors and above the doors was a Pink neon sign that said "FANTASIES" and below the sign was another sign that said "For those of you who love to excite and give pleasure, want to receive pleasure or just like to watch". On the other door there was a sign that read. "You must be a member to enter or have a guest pass." 

The man opened the black doors and motioned for us to go inside and then he walked away and went back upstairs. Jack and I stood there at the entrance where a Blonde Lady greeted us just like the one I saw on the ad. She was even wearing the same clothing, a Black leather Halter and Crotchless leather pants, she had long thick Blonde hair down to her ass and leather straps around her wrist and neck. 

With an English accent she exclaimed, Welcome to Fantasies I am Katherine, do you have a guest pass or a membership card? I showed her the passes and she smiled and said "OHHH you are the couple that entered the contest hmmm? Jack looked at me with a confused and curious look on his face. Angela? He exclaimed. Shhh Jack it is a surprise. Yes we are the couple who won the contest. I am Angela and this is Jack. Katherine extended her arm out to Jack with her hand below his lips motioning for him to kiss her hand, Hello Jack. Why don't you and Angela follow me. 

As we entered the club I noticed the concrete walls and pink neon lights at each end of the bar and on the ceiling. They were playing very erotic music and it seemed to look like your typical exotic nightclub. There was a bar in the center of the nightclub with tables around the sides of the room and in the middle of the bar was a stage where I noticed an exotic Dancer revealing her tits to a man sitting at the bar, the dancer then climbed up onto the bar and let the man lick her nipples. 

This is definitely different than a regular go go bar I thought. Jack just looked on still confused but eager to find out what this is all about and we continued to follow Katherine. Let me start by giving you a tour of my club. This section of the club is for exotic dancers just like in your typical go go bar except all of my dancers are allowed to do whatever they want to please my customers. 

So if he feels like the dancer is teasing him too much and his cock gets so hard that it hurts he can call her over and ask her to relieve him. She will do whatever the customer asks of her but not before teasing him to the point where his cock is so swollen and oozing from the head. If the dancer does not see this in his cock she will not allow him to be relieved. In other words she will not suck a limp dick nor let him penetrate her. If one of the girls is busy relieving one of my customers another dancer will take her place on the stage. I have just as many dancers as there are seats in this room because I want to make sure that everyone is entertained. 

All of my dancers are volunteers and are girls that really love to excite and please a man as that is one of my requirements for being a member here. You must enjoy pleasing others. No body is paid to do anything here because the ones who are giving pleasure also receive the pleasure of their choice when their set is over. Not to mention the pleasure they get out of pleasing others. But remember that is my rule you must first give pleasure before you receive and enjoy it. All of the gentlemen sitting there at the bar have already volunteered earlier to make someone's fantasy come true. 

Lets move on now to the next section of my club. We proceeded to follow Katherine through another set of double black doors where there was also a bar with a stage in the middle. This section is for people who just like to watch and masturbate while doing so. They are pleasing themselves so they are not required to please others. I noticed a sign blinking that said the next show will begin in 5 minutes. 

Katherine asked if we would like to have a drink and watch one of the shows. She explained that each show was about 30 minutes. She also explained that the show would be equivalent to watching a porno film except it will be live and the people in the show were also volunteers and they got off on having sex in front of people. Jack looked at me and I nodded in approval. Do you want to have a drink and watch the show baby? Hmmm? Jack replied yes baby. Katherine guided us to our seats at the center of the bar and told the bartender to give us whatever we want to drink on the house. Jack ordered a beer and I ordered my favorite drink "sex on the beach". 

I gave Jack a kiss and told him to just relax and have a good time tonight and that I had a surprise for him. Jack was a little hesitant but he smiled and said ok baby. I love you. I love you too Jack. The next thing I noticed is that the stage opened up and smoke started to come out from the floor. Everything went quiet. The erotic music was lowered but we could still hear it faintly. Out of the floor rose a king size bed made up with satin sheets and on the bed were two women and a man already engaged in a sexual triangle. One of the girls was very petite with long Black Hair and big tits. 

The other girl had long blond hair and more of a medium build. She was very shapely and also had very big tits. I noticed the women were wearing nothing except their belly bracelets around their waste. The man was tall and had blonde hair, he was just an average guy. All he was wearing was a cock ring. There must have been microphones hidden somewhere on the bed because I could hear the sound of the man groaning while the girl with the black hair sucked his cock while she was being licked from behind by the blonde girl. 

She began to moan while the blonde girl seemed to be lapping up every bit of moisture from her ass and pussy lips. Not too loud but enough so that we could here every sound they made. All the men around the bar took out their bottle of petroleum jelly as if they made this a daily routine and proceeded to rub it on their cocks. All around me and Jack were men of all different shapes and sizes stroking their members and It looked as if Jack seemed a little uncomfortable but also seemed like he was interested in the show. I began to caress him and feel his cock over his jeans with my fingernails. 

I kept doing this while we watched the show until his cock seemed to get too hard for his tight jeans to accommodate him. Ohhh Do you like what you see baby? Why don't you take your cock out for me so I can stroke it for you? Jack smiled at me and nervously removed his cock from zipper of his jeans. Jack didn't need any petroleum Jelly because he likes when I stroke him dry. I looked down and noticed his cock oozing from the tip and I knew he was getting really excited. The girls on the stage now switched places and the blonde was jerking the guy's stiff cock while the brunette licked her from behind. 

The blonde smiled at the man while she stroked his cock and exclaimed, "You like getting your cock stroked huh? And the man just groaned and nodded. At that I felt my Jack's cock twinge and I whispered to him "That feels good doesn't it baby"? You like the way she is stroking him? Do you want me to stroke you that way? And I proceeded to copy the girl's method, as it seemed to be exciting my man. We watched while the brunette was splashed with the orgasm that just burst out of the blonde's pussy. 

The blonde then asked the man if he would like to taste her cum. She climbed up and squatted down on his face. This was enough to make the man next to me stroke his cock vigorously and splatter himself with his cum. I continued to stroke Jack as we watched the brunette mount the man who's cock was now ripping at the seems after the blonde was finished jerking him off. She was really petite and I could see her little hole from where we were sitting. I noticed that her juices were flowing down her leg and dripping off of her tiny but hanging lips. The blonde lifted her pussy off of his face for a moment to ask him if he wants her tight little cunt wrapped around his mushroom. 

YE ESSS, He shouted in a begging voice. Are you sure? Hmmm? You want to penetrate that dripping cunt hole? The man across the bar let out a scream Ho oly Shit Fuuuuckkk! His cock squirted so far it was hard to tell where it landed. The man on the bed couldn't take it no more and he wrapped his hands around the brunettes petite little hips and proceed to lower her onto his cock. His mushroom penetrated her and he groaned AHHHHHWWW! 

And as his cock slid all the way inside her he began to fuck her with his hands still wrapped around her hips as fast as he could. She screamed in disbelief pleaded with him OOOHHHHHHH YEEHHH YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! She screamed. The Blonde then leaned forward and sucked her nipple and exclaimed "CUM YOU LITTLE BITCH! THAT'S RIGHT ALL OVER HIS COCK!" The brunette had no control, he lifted her ass up in the air and lifted her up and down on his cock like a mad man and the blonde moved around to the Brunette and started to lick her ass HO OOOH MMMM M YYYYYY GODDD! 

The blonde then took her finger and penetrated her ass while she bent over and licked the man's balls and the Brunette's wet & sticky pussy began to squirt all over the man's cock and belly. HO FUCK OHHH FUCK HE SCREAMED! I'MMM GOING TO FUCKING CUM! The blonde looked into the audience and pinched her nipples with a smile on her face as the brunette and the man were cumming together. At that anyone left that managed not to cum yet lost it and the whole bar was filled with screaming groaning men. But not my Jack, I let go of his cock and told him he can not cum yet. 

Jack squirmed in his seat and I bent over and licked all the pre-cum off of his cock and then I told him to put it back in his pants. Katherine then walked into the room and asked us if we were ready to complete our tour of her club. Jack and I nodded. She handed us a locker key and told us we would have to get undressed and leave our clothes in the locker. She walked us to our locker and told us to remove our clothes. Katherine watched as we removed our clothes and Jack and I were hesitant and looked unsure. Katherine exclaimed that we should lock all of our inhibitions away as well. We finished undressing and Jack's cock was still sticking straight up oozing at the tip. Katherine then wrapped her hand around his cock and looked into his eyes, Ohhh you liked the show Jack? Well if you liked that you will love this and she gently tugged on his erect cock and pulled him along like a dog on a leash guiding us through another set of doors that lead to another elevator. 

We walked inside the elevator and Katherine just kept jerking his cock and she looked at me and told me to get down on my knees and suck him off. We proceeded to level F1 and the doors opened. Katherine still leading Jack by his cock stopped me and with her other hand pulled me towards her and started licking my nipples, she motioned to Jack to lick the other one and they both continued until my nipples were hard as rocks. Jack really loves when my nipples get so hard they wrinkle around the sides. 

Katherine took her finger and began to finger my pussy while she tugged on Jacks now swollen member. Before we knew it we were both in a state of frenzy and moaning with excitement. Katherine exclaimed that she just wanted to make us relax before we entered the next section and reminded us that we must enjoy exciting others and be willing to participate in anything she asks us to do. We nodded and didn't care what she wanted us to do at this point. We entered a hallway where along the sides were several rooms. 

Katherine exclaimed that she would give us a tour of all the rooms and that if we decide to become a member of her club in the future any room we enter we must be willing to participate before we can be the one who is receiving the pleasure. The first room had a sign above that said foot fetish, She opened the door to give us a quick glance at what was going on in there. There was a woman jerking a man off with her feet and we arrived just in time to see him cum all over himself and her feet. 

In the room were several other men sucking on woman's toes & w being jerked off. Katherine told us that some of the woman wanted the men to return the favor by toe fucking them. Katherine exclaimed that we are allowed this one time to enter all of the rooms whether we wish to participate or not and we will have to let her know when something strikes our interest. We both agreed that we were not into the foot fetish so we proceeded to the next room. There were several rooms we entered a list of rooms filled with every fantasy you could think of. 

First Time Gay, Bondage (where we noticed a guy hung up upside down by his cock), Threesomes (Where men who always wanted to experience two woman or woman that always wanted to experience two men anxiously awaited their turn), Foursomes, Double Penetration, The Hospital Room (Where people dressed as Nurses and Doctors were their to satisfy the typical Nurse or Doctor fantasy) etc. The next room was called the Bathroom and inside we men and woman bound by their legs and arms to the floor just waiting for someone to enter the room to pee on them and fuck them. 

I watched as other's entered the room and walked around making a choice of which they wanted to pee on and fuck. I noticed a man walk into the room with a ripping hard on and walked over to the first girl he saw, he peed all over her face and tits all the way down to her pussy covering her whole body with pee and the woman moaned uncontrollably and the man proceeded to insert his cock inside her while she remained tied down to the floor. The rule is as long as you are willing to pee on one of the persons tied on the floor you may also relieve your self at their expense. 

I saw Jack's face light up as he looked around and noticed a woman squatting over a man holding her pussy lips open as she peed in his mouth and all over his chest. Then she peed again and let it trickle down over the head of his swollen cock. The man's cock became even more erect and she still continued to pee all over him. When she finished she sat on his swollen mushroom and made herself cum all over his hard cock giving him no relief. I asked Jack, Did you like that honey? As I stroked his cock. I then noticed an empty restraint on the floor and asked Katherine if I could put jack in them. 

She said yes but first Jack must go over and pee on one of the woman who are anxiously waiting. Also Jack must realize that he could lye here tied up drenched in several woman's pee all of them taking turns on his cock before he is allowed to have any relief. That's ok I exclaimed I don't want him to have any relief just yet. Katherine guided Jack by his cock again over to a woman tied down to the floor, she stroked his cock gently at the tip and told him to give this woman a golden shower. 




Fantasies



Normally anyone who wanted to fulfill someone else's fantasy of being peed on would be allowed to relieve him or herself by fucking the other party or making the other party relieve them sexually. Since Jack also wanted to be peed on he wasn't allowed to relieve himself. Katherine and I stood on each side of Jack holding his cock and telling him to pee on the woman. After a couple of minutes a stream of pee left jacks cock and the woman let out multiple moans and opened her mouth to swallow it. 

Jack peed a good minute before emptying his bladder and enjoyed every second of what he was doing. Katherine then told him he could give the woman a taste of his cock if he liked. Jack looked at me and I nodded with approval and I then took him by his cock and guided his member into her mouth. She started to make slurping sounds and sucked on his head hard enough to taste whatever pee he had left trapped in his cock. I pulled down on Jack's cock while she sucked on his head and Jack gave her one last squirt of pee down her throat. Jacked moaned and his cock & balls began to swell. 

Katherine and I then guided jack over to the restraints on the floor and told Jack to lye down. Katherine tied his legs while I tied his arms. I told Katherine Jack liked to be blindfolded and she pulled off the soft leather strap on her neck and tied it around jacks eyes. Then I walked over to stroke Jack's rigid cock and told him to lye back and enjoy. I wanted to be the first to pee on Jack but I figured I would save the best for last. I just sat back and played with my clit while I watched Katherine stand over Jack and let out a stream of piss all over his already hot cock. 

And anxiously waiting were five other girls waiting to take their turn. Katherine exclaimed since she owned this place she would not be selfish and would let the other girls have their turn first. The first girl squatted and peed on Jack's face and all over his chest and then sat on his face and Jack eagerly licked her swollen clit. While she came on Jack's face another girl was peeing all over Jack and proceeded to squat down and get herself off on his cock. The next girl took her turn and whether he liked it or not she made him drink her piss and pulled her lips apart so she could spray it on his face at the same time. 

The girl reached behind her to stroke Jack's cock while she peed in his mouth and Jack CALLED TO ME. BAABY SHE IS GOING TO MAKE ME CU UUUMMM! Shhhh Jack, You know you can't cum yet and I motioned for the girl to let go of his member. The girl intended to fuck Jack but then decided she would give Jack a break and make her suck her pussy instead. The fifth girl wasn't so compassionate and she covered Jack's Belly and cock with her pee and then proceeded to squat down and insert his cock inside her pussy. 

My pussy was so wet with anticipation at this point and I couldn't wait any longer. Katherine and I took off the blindfold and both of us stood above Jack who was now telling me he can't take it no more. We both let out a stream of pee Katherine peed all over his cock while I held my hanging anticipating lips open so he could watch my pee come out. I drenched him from head to toe and then I told him that Katherine here is going to help me fulfill your fantasy of having two women. Katherine and I laid down in the puddle with Jack both of us on each side of him. 

We stroked his member and balls at the same time and then leaned down to lick the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. Both of us licking both sides of his cock and gently stroking his balls with our fingernails. OHHHHHH FUCKK Jack Exclaimed, I'm gonna cum. Ohhhh you like that do you jack Katherine exclaimed, if you like that you will definitely like this and she pulled out her breast out of her leather halter top. How about two sets of hard nipples to suck on? Hmmm? Would you like that Jack? 

And we both moved up to let Jack suck and play with our nipples and I slowly mounted Jack and as soon as he felt my anticipating dripping wet pussy jerking him off his eyes rolled in the back of his head and his face became distorted. Katherine spread her legs to reveal the crotchless pants she was wearing and showed Jack she had no underwear on and she played with her pussy right above his face while I fucked him just like he fucks me when he gets very excited. I fucked his ultra sensitive cock like the bunny rabbit that I am and he began to tremble all over. 

Katherine still teasing him with her pussy asked him if he would like her to cum in his mouth. Jack pleaded that we were going to make him lose it and as Katherine's pussy began to kiss Jack on the lips Jack reached out and grabbed her clit between his teeth and licked her swollen clit UHH UHHH UHHHH OH MY

Jack felt my pussy clamping down on his rigid cock and It almost looked as if he couldn't breath for a minute, the build up on his face was indescribable, he couldn't speak or move his cock erupted inside me and the cum oozed out of my pussy like a stream of warm water from a faucet. He filled me up and my pussy could not accommodate the amount of cum that drained from his balls. I lied there motionless with Jack, as it was difficult to move after all of our energy was drained from our bodies. 

According to Katherine being accepted as a member of the club isn't easy but Needless to say she made us a member of the club and we visit at least once a month.



Fantasies



This time when he came, she almost felt real. He swore he could feel the softness of her breasts as she slid up his chest to kiss him, her imaginary lips still dripping with his semen. He could even feel the tickle of her long silky red hair on his still erect nipples.

Then she was gone. Only this time when she left, he heard a popping sound and felt a sudden breeze as if the air were rushing to fill the space vacated by her nubile body.

And Landon McHughes found himself alone in bed once again. He slowly examined his right hand, the real source of his pleasure. Despite the fact that he had felt himself come in a flooding torrent, there was remarkably little of the usual sticky slime on his fingers. Or on his belly for that matter. It was almost as if his imaginary companion had actually swallowed his cum.

Nevertheless, Landon, true to his fastidious nature, climbed out of his sheets and staggered into the bathroom to towel himself off. Despite the hour of the night, he felt remarkably light on his feet, so he was inspired to climb on the scale. Sure enough, he had lost two pounds. But as he examined his naked flesh in the mirror, there seemed to be no reduction in the middle-age paunch that encircled his waist. More worrisome, there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he were somehow being drained of energy.

The next night, it was even better. She rode him like a wild bull, her firm, tanned breasts crashing into his chest as she bounced up and down on his rigid shaft, squeezing it with her vagina in a manner he would have thought was impossible. His head was lost in the tent of her red hair, and when they came together they both moaned loudly. She collapsed on his chest. This time he didn't even have to use his hands, he realized in the brief moment before he fell asleep.

The next day he barely had enough energy to make the morning coffee. When he looked into the mirror, the circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened. And his flesh was ghastly pale. Literally like a ghost's, he thought. And when he stepped on the scale, he found that he had lost another three pounds. That made five pounds in two days. He really ought to tell the Ultra Slim-Fast people about his new method of weight control, he thought, grinning at the idea.

When he went back to the bedroom to get his keys, the girl was still lying on the bed. He was even beginning to hallucinate during the day now.

At the end of the day, Sally Kirkfield, newly risen to the position of CEO of Lakeland Foods, called him into her office. Her secretary had already gone home for the night. Landon suppressed an involuntary gulp as he entered her office. He knew what she wanted him for.

"And how is my favorite Vice President for Corporate Affairs doing today?" she asked him, her predatory eyes fixing upon Landon as if relishing a convenient piece of meat. "I read the draft of your report," she said, smoothing the skirt of her gray flannel suit with her right hand, "and it really could use some improvement." She had locked the door and was strolling toward Landon now, her forty-five year old dancer's body still moving with a modicum of grace and speed.

"Unlike these," she added, as she reached down to squeeze Landon's scrotum. "These are just fine."

Landon, who was by this time backed up against the wall, winced in pain. She released his balls, only to insert her hand inside his pants to renew her ministrations on his naked flesh. Her face pressed against his as she squeezed him once again. Her tongue probed his lips.

"Come on, Landon, open up," she told him, "if you want to have a place at Lakeland. Or anywhere else. for that matter. You do care about your career, don't you? Besides, am I so bad?"

Landon reluctantly opened his mouth to receive her probing, thrashing tongue. Despite himself, Landon felt his penis becoming erect against his will. Sally grinned in response. "That's my boy!" she told him as she released his balls and began to concentrate her attentions on his now turgid member.

Landon wondered why he let her continue with her abuse. He should file a sexual harassment suit, he knew, but that would only make him look like a wuss. Besides it was just his word against hers, and his version of events would sound simply unbelievable.

He also wondered why he became aroused each time.

"OK, Landon baby, it's time for supper," Sally said. She sat on the edge of her mahogany desk and raised her skirt. As usual, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her cunt greeted Landon like a devouring mouth. "Come on, Landon, on your knees," she told him.

Landon obediently walked over and kneeled before the desk. He hesitated, and she grabbed him by the hair and forced his mouth onto her waiting mound. Her cunt tasted salty and had the faint fishy odor of yeast. Landon probed her vagina with his tongue as she pushed on the back of his head, urging him to go deeper. Then she raised his head to her engorged clitoris, and Landon began sucking and lapping that organ as eagerly as a Great Dane at his dinner plate. She pushed his head up and down, back and forth from her cunt to her clitoris, as her pelvis ground and bucked against Landon's mouth.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she screamed, as her body began the throes of orgasm and she released a stream of jism into Landon's waiting mouth. She collapsed against him then, cradling his head against her lap as if it were the baby she never had.

"OK, your turn," she told Landon, as she finally released Landon's head.

Landon stood, having by now learned his role in this twice weekly ritual. She climbed down from the desk and pressed her breasts against his back as she reached around for his belt buckle. She undid the belt and the button on his pants and began to unzip him. She pulled his pants and his underwear down and over his shoes. She came around the front of him, bent down and untied each shoe. Then she took off each shoe and sock and placed them neatly on the chair. She left his tie and shirt on.

She lowered her skirt and stepped out of it. She took off her blouse and bra, her large white breasts flopping free from their encumbrance. She walked around the desk, opened the drawer and pulled out the box. Then she came up behind Landon, raised his shirt and began nibbling his ear, her huge soft breasts pressing against his naked back.

Her hands slid down over his buttocks, her finger tracing his crack, and she reached between his legs to caress his balls. Landon felt the coolness of the K-Y jelly as Sally rubbed it into his crack with her other hand, finally using her middle finger to insert it deeply into his anus.

He heard her reach again into the box for the dildo, as her left hand released its grip on his balls and came around his waist to grab his renewed erection. Her fingers stroked the front of his organ, just beneath the helmet, squeezing a pearl of fluid out of its mouth.

She forced his head down upon the desk and used her knees to spread-eagle him. Her fingers continued to play with his penis, occasionally straying to his balls. He winced as she penetrated him with the dildo, now strapped to her waist. She thrust hard, forcing the exposed flesh of his chest against the cold wood of the table. Then she thrust again, and with each thrust she pumped his throbbing organ with her right hand. With her other hand, she reached around to grab his balls. She methodically slid the skin of his shaft up and down as she thrust ever more vigorously into his rear hole. She pulled out for a moment and ran her tongue around the rim of his anus before inserting it in his hole. Her tongue flickered in and out of his rectum, while her hands continued to pump his organ and squeeze his balls. Then she entered him again with the dildo, pumping harder than before as she squeezed and stroked his member. Finally he came like a geyser, his squeezed balls leaping toward his shaft and spilling their contents all over the polished wood of Sally's executive desk.

****

As he was tucking in his shirt and getting ready to leave, he noticed that Sally seemed more tired than usual. She was just sitting in her chair and staring off into space as though his presence had been forgotten entirely. There were dark circles under her eyes.

He weighed himself when he got back home. He had gained back the three pounds. So much for his new diet plan.

And the girl was still lying in his bed when he entered the bedroom. Somehow, he had half expected that she would be. She sat up in bed, pressing her breasts against her knees. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked him. "I used to ride the blue line into work every day. I used to sit right across from you. You were always staring at me."

"I remember," Landon told her. "I always fantasized about you. But you haven't been riding the train lately. Where have you been?"

She slid across the bed and over him, her naked mound pressing against his pants. She kissed him gently, quickly inserting her tongue in his mouth before her finger strayed to the buttons on his shirt. "I've been kind of out of commission lately," she said. "But you helped me get back. Let's just say that your fantasies have a way of coming true." She removed his shirt, and Landon slid out of his pants.

Landon thought he could see the wall right through her translucent skin. She was still just an hallucination after all. When he turned off the light, out of the corner of his eye he could see that the bed was in fact empty. Nonetheless, when he climbed back into bed he could feel her flesh in the dark as she crawled over his back, her knees surrounding his head, her tongue licking his spine as she worked her way ever further downward. She kneaded his buttocks as her tongue found its way into his crack. She worked his anus for a long time, her tongue just circling the rim as she reached with her hand for his exposed balls. 

Her tongue flickered in and out of his asshole as she moved his balls around as if she were a female Captain Queeg playing with her marbles. Then she stroked them more gently and the thrusts of her tongue into his ass got firmer and firmer. Landon's lingering soreness from the dildo was soon forgotten under her healing touch. Then she moved her tongue down to his balls and used her hand to pull his erection out from under his stomach so that it lay on the bed pointing down toward his feet. She slid her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, lingering on the sensitive area beneath the helmet. She drew her tongue back down the length of his penis and took each ball into her mouth, all the while fingering his ass.

Then she rolled him over. He reached for her. "I want to lick you," he said.

"OK, but just for moment, she said, smiling and putting a finger to his lips. "I need to have all your energy tonight. Besides, this is your fantasy, not mine."

She slid up his chest and wrapped her legs around his head. Landon could sense the fineness of her red pubic hairs in his mouth and smelled the bouquet of her freshly washed cunt. She was wet and eager as the lips of her cunt melted into Landon's own lips. She held his hair as she rocked up and down on his mouth. But just as she was about to enter the throes of orgasm, she pulled off of him. "I need to save all my energy for you tonight," she explained as she straddled his waist and impaled herself upon him.

She began to buck wildly and Landon met her every trust with renewed passion. He could feel her cunt gripping him, almost as if it had muscles he had never felt before. Her back arched, and Landon could see the erectness of her rose colored nipples in the darkness. She lowered her breasts to his mouth, and Landon sucked as she pumped ever more wildly upon him. Finally, she reached around behind her back and grabbed his balls, moving and squeezing them as her cunt gripped his prick every more tightly. Landon could contain himself no longer, and he exploded inside her. His orgasm did not subside in its usual manner. Instead, her cunt seemed to milk him and milk him and milk him forever until he was drained as dry as the Sahara desert, his balls feeling like two shriveled raisins. It was almost as if she were imbibing his life energy away from him.

He collapsed against the sheets, and his last waking memory was of the silkiness of her red hair as it lay across his face.

****

When he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he looked briefly in the mirror. No one was there.

When Landon weighed himself that morning, the scale showed him to be down over seventy pounds. Something was seriously wrong.

And when he glanced in the mirror, he thought for a moment that he could see the bathroom wall right through his translucent flesh.

But when he looked again, he appeared to be as solid as ever.

At work, people were beginning inquire about his health. Landon brushed them off, saying that he was just coming down with a cold.

The meeting on the Everfresh Markets contract went quite smoothly. Until Landon began to dematerialize.

At first he thought that he was the only one to notice. His right hand became briefly transparent, and he could see the pen he was writing with right through his fingers. But then Rollin Edgemont, never one to miss the opportunity to crack a joke (or to be fazed by anything he saw), quipped, "I don't know Landon, your ideas are becoming pretty transparent. I can see right through you. And you know what? You're not all there."

The others, including Sally Kirkfield, looked quite panic-stricken. Landon's flesh was barely visible, and the pen finally passed right through his fingers and fell upon the table. Then Landon's clothes passed right through his body, and he found himself sitting naked at the conference table.

People were screaming now, and Landon tried to pick up his clothes from the chair and retrieve his briefcase from the table, but his fingers passed right through them.

Then he found himself somewhere else. Drifting in a formless void of fleeting colors and sounds. Shapes materialized and dematerialized without any discernible pattern. Floating genitals. Breasts the size of skyscrapers. A four-masted schooner being tossed on a stormy, moonlit sea. A troop of flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz, their erect penises poised to deflower a witch girl.

And there was the dark voice of God. Calling Landon to the place of non-Being. The final rest stop. The place where universes were born. The place where conscious souls were absorbed back into their Maker.

But Landon was not ready to go without a fight. He was far too attached to the world of maya, much too engrossed in illusions for that.

And so he found himself back in his own bedroom, staring at the now solid girl on his bed.

"Landon, I see you've returned. How do you like my new dress?," she said, causally flipping her long red hair back over her shoulder. "I used one of your credit cards to buy it. I hope you don't mind. You see, you won't be needing clothes or food or cars where you're going. I know, I've been there." She flashed him a vicious smile.

"Where am I? What's happened to me?" Landon asked her.

"You are floating in a world of dreams. A world of nothingness. Most people just spread themselves on its winds and disappear. But you're like me. Too attached to material things to go easily into that gentle night. By the way, I want to thank you for thinking about me. For bringing me here. Without your energy, I would still be stuck where you are now."

"Make love to me," Landon asked, practically begging her. "Give me some of my energy back. Help me get out of this place."

"Sorry, Landon. I'm afraid that I'm your fantasy, you're not mine. The energy transfer would never take. Besides, now that I'm solid again, I intend to remain here. Maybe live off your credit cards for a while until I can figure a way to reclaim my old identity without raising too many questions. I'm too attached to this little body to give it up again, just for the sake of some imaginary sex.

"But you have a pretty good chance, Landon. You're not a bad looking guy. Surely you must be the object of someone's fantasies. Maybe she will call you to her just the way you called me. Bye for now, Landon. Its time for me to think of other things."

And Landon found himself back floating in the psychic maelstrom of dream images, fantasies and hallucinations. A rose-colored shape dissolved and revealed a chained man being flagellated by a troop of dwarf women. Disembodied tongues flashed in and out of existence. Red wolf eyes leered at him, and canine teeth tried to close around him. And a thousand other meaningless, uninterpretable shapes drifted in and out of his consciousness.

Then he felt the tug. Of one who still thought of him. Wanted him. 

He was standing in a dark bedroom. His body felt different. There were ribbed muscles in his abdomen. He was wearing the high school linebacker body of his teens once again.

A woman was writhing on the bed, her fingers pumping deeply into her own slit, before emerging to caress her clitoris once more. Suddenly her dream fog gave way, and she saw Landon standing beside her bed.

"Landon, is that you?"

Landon recognized the voice at once. He should have guessed. Sally Kirkfield. 

With her recognition of him, the room gained sudden clarity. Landon could see her clearly now, her huge breasts still heaving from her recent exertions.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, leered at him, opened her legs, and then used her fingers to spread the lips of her cunt apart. "Come to momma, Landon. Crawl to me, you worm."

Landon figured his recent dematerialization was going to pose more of threat to his career than Sally Kirkfield did at this point. So he did not comply. Besides he could read her thoughts. Part of being her fantasy, he guessed. He knew what she really wanted him to do. His penis grew hard at the thought of it. It was huge, rising two inches above his bellybutton. And as thick as a bull's. Sally really had some fantasy.

He walked to the bureau and opened the top drawer. The silk scarves were there, just as Sally's mind had told them they would be. He picked four of them, of different colors, like magician's scarves, and strode over to the bed, his huge erection preceding him. He grabbed her right wrist roughly and tied it to the bedpost. Her eyes were wide open now, in both terror and delight. He leaned across her to tie her left hand, and her tongue tickled the underside of his penis, He forced its huge head into her mouth, and she gagged in response. Then he crawled down her body, his filled, aching balls sliding along the soft skin of her naked thighs. 

He used the remaining two scarves to tie her legs. She now lay spread-eagled on the bed. Wide open to him. Helpless.

"We'll see who's the worm, now," he told her, climbing up her torso once again. His balls rested on her abdomen as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. He sucked each one deeply, alternatively. Her dark aureolas thrust up at him, begging for more. He bit into them then and she cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, he could not tell. Perhaps both. He twisted her right nipple, and she winced. Her arms struggled against their restraints.

The he climbed up her and sat on her face. He placed his massive balls on her mouth. "Lick them, like the lowly whore that you are!" he told her.

She licked, tentatively at first. Then faster. And faster. And wilder. She bit his skin once and he slapped her. Then he moved down to insert his huge member in her mouth. "Take in all in, you cunt, or you'll regret it," he told her. She sucked and sucked and swallowed. Landon could feel that his huge cock was down her throat, ramming against the wet walls of her esophagus. He lunged deeper and deeper, before finally releasing Sally's head. She gasped for air, then began licking the underside of his balls again, without any prodding. She licked and licked and nibbled and sucked him until he thought he was going to explode. He pulled himself off of her before he came.




Fantasies



"Now I'm going to do you." he told her. "I'm going to stick this dick in you and spread your innards apart." Her eyes were wide open and dilated. She watched his face in both fear and love as he plunged into her. She was incredibly wet and her cunt gripped him like a long lost friend. He move slowly into her, filling up her entire cunt, plunging past her cervix, into her womb. She cried out in pleasure and disbelief. Her teeth bit into his massive triceps muscle. Then Sally began kissing his arm, and he started pumping into her, slowly at first, then with a fury he would have not thought possible. He felt the trembling of the walls of her cunt with each orgasm she had. He lowered his head to accept her eager tongue. She raised her left thigh so that it rubbed against his balls as he moved up and down on her leg. She sucked his lower lip as he plunged deeper and deeper and deeper into her.

Finally her body shook with wave and wave of orgasm, and the softness of her breasts rubbed against Landon's firm pectoral muscles. He felt himself beginning to come. He was going to explode inside her, fill her up until she could not move. But Landon still clung to one small remnant of his own soul. He had not become Sally's fantasy entirely. With all his will, he resisted the impulse to explode, and pulled inward instead.

He could feel her life essence being sucked up his penis like a straw. He took and took and took, and the sensation was better than the most intense orgasm he had ever had in his life. His body shuddered with delight and he collapsed briefly into Sally's willing, naked flesh until be found himself alone on empty sheets.

He looked around the room until finally he spotted her. She was faint and he could clearly see the outline of the lamp right through her naked body. "Landon, What's happening to me?" she asked him.

"Don't worry Sally," he told her. "You are the powerful CEO of a major company. And a darn good-looking one at that. You must be the object of someone's fantasy."

"Sweet dreams," he told her as she slowly faded into the psychic ether.

Alone in the room, Landon let his hands stray to his belly. The familiar middle-age paunch had reappeared. He had his own body back now, rather than just someone's fantasy flesh.

It was time to put his life back together. He figured there were going to be a few things that were going to require some heaving explaining to people. He looked Sally's closet over quickly. Like why he was wearing a dress, for starters.



Fantasies



Whether you are in a 25-year marriage or a first "date", this original story should give you some great ideas for how to seduce your mate. Read on...

The sun begins over the horizon of mountains joined by rolling valleys and pine forests. It falls down below the edge of the earth as evening approaches. The fresh pine air drifts past you as a gentle breeze from the river valley cleanses your soul. The perfect escape... No signs of civilization within sight, sound, or even mind... Loneliness stirs emotions in your head that can only be suppressed but for so long. He has been gone for what seems like an eternity. Your anxiety builds as it approaches his long awaited return. At this shining moment, you decide to celebrate this meeting in an extraordinary way tonight. You walk along the wrap-around balcony and at that moment, an idea strikes... you go to the cupboard and grab an old wooden basket and head to the back yard. 

There in front of you are perfect tall rows of the most delicious strawberries you have seen in years. This was a good year for strawberries as if someone above was giving you a gift for all of your hard work through the years of the horrendous drought. He has always loved strawberries. Not as much as pears, but because of the dry seasons and short harvest time, he would always pick them up from the market on the way home from work. You can almost see his face now as these impure thoughts come over you about what you will do to surprise your knight in shining armor. You then realize that he will be home in less than an hour. Quickly, you select a few more berries from the patch, then race inside as if your life depended on everything being perfect. 

The time is quickly approaching as you put new sheets on the bed; slightly folding back the top lay and fluffs the pillows. The drapes are drawn back to give off a soft glow from the sun setting over the mountain range. When he built the house, he made sure that you got your dream of the French swinging doors out to a balcony opening to the view of the mountains. You had always been afraid to settle because you wanted to do so much more for yourself than your mother did. You have never spoken of this fear. The open view of the world with the sheer curtains in the window floating like angels in the winds of your soul, gives you the feeling of an escape, even if only for a moment. A flash comes over you. Twenty minutes left and you haven't even gotten dressed. You scurry back in to attempt to do something with your hair and you haven't even begun to think of what to wear. "What about makeup?" Panic begins to set in. Just as you set the CD player with the programmed music, you hear the truck come up the driveway.

You know from all the times it has hurt you to see him leave for work and excited upon his arrival, it takes exactly 1 minute and 36 seconds for the key to hit the door from the time the truck door slams shut. When your whole life revolves around your one true love, you tend to notice these things. You take a deep breath as you realize you actually have seconds to spare. The front door slowly creaks open... He enters the house wondering where you are, because during his approach to the front door, there were no lights from the TV glowing blue through the bay window like normal nights. The first thing he sees is two candles dimly flickering as if they were dancing a mellow waltz. Between the candles is a note that you had left for him. 

It reads:

Hey Honey, Thank you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for having me. Thank you for giving me the love that I so much need, but don't deserve. Thank you.

Follow the signs and you will soon understand how much I appreciate everything you have ever done for me. Signed, Me

As he reads this letter, a tear comes to his eye, and he looks around to find a trail of rose petals sprinkled down the hallway ever so distinctly. He then puts down his paper and lunchbox from work on the dining room table and follows the trail of love left by you not more than one half-hour prior. 

Candles lined the hallway, lighting it like a cathedral. Shadows dance in the light as the flames watch, waiting for their turn to join the festivities. Another note lay halfway down the hall and he picked it up to read it. It simply said:

For you my dear, Forever.

The trail of petals continues down the hall toward the bathroom door, then disappear under the door. The door slowly slides open and what awaits him is absolutely stunning... There was a fresh, drawn bath with even more candles around the base of the polished brass tub. Next to the tub was a silver bucket with a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses. After his bath, he opened the medicine cabinet filled with various products for both him and her. You shared everything down to the New York Times Crossword puzzles every Saturday. There was another note inside. It read:

Put these on, bring the champagne and come to bed. 

After reading this, he looked around and saw a pile of clothes on the laundry hamper. In the stack there was a pair of sexy underwear, His favorite smoking jacket and a blindfold. He then proceeded out of the bathroom to the right and down the long hallway. Running his hand along the wall, for the only thing he could sense was the faint flicker of candlelight through the seams in the blindfold. 

You patiently, silently waits for your knight to come through that door and take you in his strong, toned arms. Your emotions are twisted, your loin is in pain from the deep yearning in your heart, and your breath is quick and frantic with anticipation....

As he approaches the doorway to the master bedroom, he smells the discreet scent of the perfume you always wears that drives him wild. Even though he has never told you, somehow you knew. He lets out a smile as he thinks to himself "Women always have a way of knowing the things that you never expect them to". He then takes a deep breath and heads into the room...

When he walks in the room, you take him by the hand and gently lay him on the bed. You tie his right hand to the rail at the foot of the bed. You put the champagne and glasses on the bedside table and proceed to kiss him all over his body. You start at his ears, then down to his cheek. You are working him to the point that he is very uncomfortable. You have always been the real conservative, "missionary position type". He is really beginning to like it, but it is still weird. He is thinking that he wants to lift the blindfold to make sure it is who he thinks it is. But then again, he already knows just by the way you touch, and kiss him. The mountain breeze blows in from the pen window, but it is not cold. It is almost breathtaking, refreshing, as if it were literally Mother Nature's sweet breath.

As you begin to kiss down the small smooth little hairs in the middle of his chest, down to his lower stomach, you give him a look of challenge, as if to say "Double dare me!" He nods his head as you continue down to his lower stomach. You then ever so slowly begin to lick up and down the shaft, gently stroking his balls with your fingertips. He is now using his one free hand to run his fingers through your hair as he tells you how much he has always loved you. You is not listening because you are concentrating on becoming one with him rather than what you hears. You know he loves you by the way he looks at you everyday. Now you want to a part of his being. Emotionally this is the moment where the soul is most vulnerable and you wants to take advantage of that. 

You once read that somewhere in a book and this is the chance to test the theory. You stroke him up and down fast then slow then soft then hard using his emotions to maximize the pleasure for both of them. You grab some champagne and pour it over him and then begin to use your mouth to clean him. Tasting every drop on his body. He is climbing higher and higher up to ecstasy, and he feels so much pleasure it is almost painful. He begs for you to stop, because the feeling is just too strong for him to control himself, as he grabs the sheet with his free hand clenches every muscle in his body. You feel him tense up and you go faster, harder and deeper. He relaxes and all of his juices flow out of him and his eyes roll back into his head. You continue to tease the sensitive spots of his genitalia. He grabs you and pulls you to him as his flexing, glistening, sweat covered body is pulsating with erotic tenderness. You passionately kiss as you untie him and remove the blindfold from him. 

At this point he has now opened his eyes to see the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. This woman he thought he knew oh so well, was the not the same. "Or was she?", he asked. You have this way about you that simply took his breath away. You look like an angel in that new negligée that he got you last year. The one with the lace-like ties down the sides with low cut front to expose your flawless bust line. Then the high cut panties that go over top of those things guys can't ever figure out called garters. You even went so far as to put on a new pair of high heels to match the outfit. The most amazing thing of all though is the way the light reflects off your face and creates this radiant glow and it lights up the entire room. He wants more than anything at this point to pleasure you in any way possible. The fruit of your desire tempts him and he is dying to taste you after the pain you put him through as if it were some kind of competition for both of you. Trying to outdo the other. The thought of you taking the time and all that effort to surprise him after a long day at work just amazes him. He can't remember the last time you had ever done anything nice for each other to this extreme. 

As he works his way down your body, he runs his hands gently all over you. But not in just any old way, he is holding his hand about one half inch away from your skin. As you lay back with your eyes closed in the glowing candlelight, your other senses become more prominent. Especially your sense of feel. Your pleasure is beginning to mount as he barely brushes against the small invisible hairs on your body with his strong, but soft masculine hands. You begin to quiver as he touches random spots on your body with his fingertips. First the side of your waist, the back of your arms, the gape of your neck. As he explores the most secret of places on your body, you shake with anticipation just wanting him inside of you. You are so turned on that you attempt to bring him back up to you so you can kiss him and you can feel the essence of his manhood. He refuses, his strength is too much for you. You do not object because it is so excellently different as if this is a completely different man in you house, exposing your vulnerability, giving you indescribable pleasure, making you feel that feeling you haven't felt in so very long...

After a few minutes of this he moves back down to your inner thigh. Gently kissing, caressing, and stroking the most secret spot on a woman's body, he rubs your clitoris with his index finger as he licks the outer portions of your opening. Fast, then slow. Hard, then soft. Inserting a finger into you as he gently nibbles on the spot. Your taste is so sweet; your smell is the smell of pure heaven. If it were up to him he would love to just stay there all night, but a way he is making you feel right now, you will not be able to take much more. The climax approaches as he gets faster and harder. You begin to let out the softest of moans, biting your lip as you race to orgasm. Your legs shake, your head tightens up, your heartbeat is now racing uncontrollably, for you are now at the point of no return. 

Suddenly you explode with pleasure as you grab the top of his head as if forcing him deeper, leaves your juices flowing onto his face. Feeling that momentary pleasure of a job well done he looks up and you look back with the look of content. You then grab him and pull him up to you so you can taste your own juices. This is building up even more tension between you as if you are both on the verge of raping each other. You now long for him to be inside of you. He wants to feel you around him as he slides in gently. You are exchanging raging kisses as he rotates his hips to try to hit every sensitive spot inside of you as you grab his firm buttocks pulling him closer to get full penetration. Moving to various positions trying to experience every type of pleasure possible, you ensure that no part of either body goes untouched. You climb on top, as he must now be the submissive. Feeling every inch of his being you love the way he feels inside you... 

As you make love for hours, exploring each other, pleasing each other for hours not wanting it to ever end you climax together and you collapse onto him. This is the feeling so long since forgotten as if it were the first time. Like back in school, when love was so pure, innocent and sweet. You now lay there holding each other looking into each other's eyes with satisfaction. You fall asleep in his arms knowing that you are definitely the luckiest woman on earth. He falls asleep holding you with your head on his chest, knowing that he is a lucky man for having a woman as precious as you...



Fantasies



I was in the shower when Adam called. My answering machine picked up the call. “I’m in the shower getting clean-leave a message or call back. Thanks!” beep. “Hey honey,” said Adam on the machine “I’m coming over with a little surprise. See you in a little while” click. By that time I was washing my knee length hair. My hair has always been a pain in the butt to wash since it is so long but my hair is my crowning glory.

“Hey honey” Adam’s voice purred in my ear. I jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. “Shh, don’t be scared it’s just me.” Said Adam as he ran his hand down my wet hair.

“Adam!” I squeaked out. “When did you get here? I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” I said, throwing my arms around his neck, pressing my naked breasts against his chest.

“I know honey. I called but your machine said that you were in the shower. You need to stop leaving erotic messages on your machine.” He wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed me under the showerhead. Suddenly he disentangled my legs from his waist and pushed me to my knees. 

“Wash me wench. I require cleansing.” He said as I reached for his throbbing hard cock. I love the way his cock feels in my mouth. I could hear his low moans of pleasure as I washed and licked and tongued the veins of his throbbing manhood. When he had had enough, he pulled me up and kissed me on the cheek. “That was great baby. You get better every time.” He said, his voice hoarse with desire.

He turned me around to face the wall of the shower. I knew what was next and it turned me on. When he called me wench, it was only a matter of time before he would take me the way I liked it; rough, hard, and up against a wall.

“You like this bitch?” he asked as he shoved his cock up into my hot shaven pussy. I moaned loudly and pushed back against him in reply.

“You going to be a good little whore?” he asked as he thrusted again deeply into my pussy. I nodded my head and moaned low in my throat. I started to rub my clit as he thrust hard up into me. I felt like I was going to explode. It felt so damn good I didn’t want it to end. I was about to orgasm when Adam pulled out of my pussy. I whimpered in dismay until he smacked me ass. 

“Hush wench,” he growled into my ear “if you want more you are going to have to earn it. You earn your cock wench and be grateful for what you get.” I was on my knees again. He handed me the bottle of body wash.

“Wash me thoroughly and I had better like it.” I knew what that meant. I was to wash him using only my hands. I poured a little body wash into the palm of my left hand and proceeded to give him the best hand job ever.

After I had rinsed him off, he decided that I had spent enough time in the shower. I got the same impression when the water started to run cold. We got out and dried each other off with big fluffy towels that I had just taken out of the drier before I got in the shower. After I was dry, Adam sat me down on a chair and brushed out my long hair. When he was done, he braided it into one long braid down my back. I was surprised when he put a blind-fold over my eyes when he was done with my hair.

He pulled me from the chair and led me from the bathroom. He laid me face down on a bed. I thought it was mine but I wasn’t sure. My wrists and ankles were bound spread eagle and attached to bedposts so I figured the bed was mine after all. 

Adam started out rubbing my back and ass. His hands massaging my back felt good. Really good. I was almost to the point of slumber when Adam lubed his cock in my pussy and then drove it into my ass; this is what I had been waiting for. I loved getting butt-fucked. It felt so damn good. 

As Adam was fucking my ass, he slid a ribbed dildo into my pussy. Double penetration had always been a secret fantasy of mine. I loved how filled I felt. I moaned and stuck my ass up as much as I could while being bound. Adam chuckled softly and lightly smacked my ass again, bringing a gasp of surprise from my lips.

He roughly thrust into my ass and synchronized the thrusting of the dildo to match him. I could feel the dildo hit my G-spot as he thrust it in. He pulled out as he shoved the dildo in. I could feel the tip of it hit the back of my vagina as it thrust in and then feel it slowly rub me inside as it withdrew. I moaned low in my throat and shuddered in delight. The dildo withdrew as Adam thrust into my ass. I could feel both the dildo and his cock in the thin skin dividing my ass from my pussy. Oh the sensations that caused. I shuddered again as the dildo hit my G-spot. Any more of this sweet torture and I would die. I needed to cum. I needed it badly. Adam shoved the dildo once more into my pussy and then turned on the vibrator. I could feel it vibrate as Adam fucked my ass long and rough. I was almost to the point of orgasm. So close, I moaned and shuddered as it came closer. 

“OHHH!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me hard. I kept cumming and cumming. At last I shuddered one last time and lay panting tied and blindfolded.

“You need to learn not to talk in your sleep baby,” he said in my ear. “You tend to reveal your fantasies while you are dreaming and talk about them in your sleep.”

I could hear the smirk in his voice. I was glad that on this occasion that he listened to what I obviously spoke of while dreaming.

He thrust one last time in my ass and blew his load up my ass. I could feel the hot cum fill my hole and I moaned in pleasure. Adam rolled off me and unbound me. He rolled me over, took off the blind-fold, and kissed me gently on the cheek.

“I hope I made you happy honey” he said sweetly “I tried to remember as much of what you said in your sleep as I could.” I could see the nervousness in his eyes. Adam was the sweetest guy I could have ever met.

“I enjoyed it Adam dear. You made me extremely happy. Thank you.” I sat up and ran my knuckle down his unshaven cheek. “You are sweet to try and remember my fantasies just to please me.” I kissed his cheek and gave him a hug.

He cleaned up shortly after that and then we made sweet love on the bed all night long.



Fantasies



Look up "best friend" in the dictionary; it'll have a picture of Katie there. Promise. When I left my now ex-husband three years ago...Katie gave me a place to stay. When I got discouraged with the job market available to ex-housewives in this high tech world...Katie kept my spirits up, and told me not to sell myself short. After seeing a sketch pad from an art class in what felt like a previous life, she got me an interview at her advertising firm. She even loaned me the gorgeous suit that boosted my self-confidence enough to get me through the interview. Since then, she's been the source of inspiration, mentoring, encouragement, laughs, and many many margarita refills. She's my best friend, I owe her more than I want to remember, and I would do anything for her. So one might ask why I was in her office that afternoon, stubbornly refusing to do her this one tiny little favour.

"Melissa....please."

"No." My calmest, clearest, 'here endeth the negotiations' denial.

"Melissa...I need your help on this."

Did she not hear the 'here endeth' tone in my voice? "Katie, I can't."

"Mel...I'm not asking much here."

"It's not that I won't, Kate...I can't" I plead. She's not actually going to ask this of me. She loves me. She'll understand...there are things that a person just can't do.

I watch Katie sigh, run both hands back through her hair in exasperation, and close her eyes as she quietly asks, "is he really that bad?"

"No. No he's not. He, in fact, has a smile like a young Harrison Ford, an ass like Brad Pit's, and big brown eyes that make half the women in this building quiver. None of which matters, because I can't do it."

Kate starts covering old ground, in a reasonable, quiet, 'don't scare the animals' tone of voice: "He's the best copywriter we've got. The clients already love your designs. This is an important account. He's easy on the eye. I've never heard a complaint about his sense of humour. He even smells nice. What's the problem?"

"You know the problem," I all but whisper, dropping onto the couch across the room from her desk. "He's my...my...my go-to guy." 

"You can't work with Jason....because...."

I give up all pretence of discretion. After all, it's not like she doesn't know already. "Because, since I started working here, he's the fantasy I go to when nothing else is working for me. And you know that. Good grief, Katie...I blush scarlet when I get into an elevator with this guy. There is no way, none, that I can work with him." 

My first day at Karn and Stemper, I'd seen him as I was walking into the elevator, boxes in my arms. He'd smiled at me, and my heart started beating a mile a minute. At home that night, trying to come down from the excitement of a new job, I'd had one of those times when you just can't seem to get the rhythm right. My vibrator felt great, but there was no orgasm in sight. No matter what I did. Until I remembered that smile, then boom. And to tell the truth, my night-time fantasies had gone to my "go-to" guy a lot more than even Katie knew. There had even been a couple of day time "go-to"s with the door to my office locked and my legs up on my desk. There hadn't been a problem with it, I mean...when you meet someone who can make your head spin like that, why not just enjoy the ride? But why oh why couldn't it have been someone I knew in college and would never see again?

"Melissa. You tell me, how do I explain to the largest travel agency in town that they can't have our best writer because the graphic designer once got off thinking about him in a hot tub? It's 6 weeks, Hon. You can come by my place every night to complain about the assignment if that's what it takes, but please just do this? For me?"

At this point I know I've lost, but I can't help it. "It's not just the hot tub...it's the shower, the living room, my room, his room..."

"You've never even seen his room, Mel!" Katie interrupts. 

"I've got a good imagination," I mutter. 

"Your imagination gets more action than any three real women I know, Mel....but you can't let it run your life. Rein it in here, Hon. Work with the guy."

So much for grim determination....I agree to take what I think must be the most impossible assignment of my life. 

"Good." Katie breathed deeply. "If you want, come over tonight and we'll raid my wardrobe. See if there's something we can do to make you feel better about tomorrow."

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"Do you want me to turn the air on?" Jason Innis asks...for the second time today. 

"No really, I'm fine." I'm wearing one of Katie's summer dresses, white cotton with little blue and yellow flowers. Casual seemed like such a good idea yesterday, calm cool and relaxing. Not, as Katie insisted, because the colours would accent my blue eyes and blonde hair. As it turns out today, I'd rather be wearing inch thick wool or chain mail. Woops! This blasted dress doesn't make it as far down as my knees and has straps instead of sleeves. So no, I'm not hot, I'm just flushed...I'm remembering how the Jason in my mind spooned up behind me last night to nibble my ear while reaching both arms around to rub his palms across my nipples. All air conditioning is going to do is make that worse. The last thing I need is to have those self same nipples pressing against my...

"So, you were saying...."

Add blush onto flush...mental note, ensure all makeup from here on out works well with red cheeks. "Oh, yes...I was saying that I liked the idea for a series, but that I thought Anders just wanted the one magazine spread." My mind heads off on a safari through all the possible bits of my anatomy I want spread right now.

"Well, that's what they asked for. And we can still do that. But when they said: 'young couple in a beautiful location,' well, I just couldn't make up my mind last night. I mean, it's all well and good to say they want to bring back the romantic vacation for the DINK/Singleton market...but we're just going to show one setting. And that can't encompass everyone's definitions of a romantic break. One person might get hooked by an image of Paris while another won't stop on the page unless it's a beach. right? So here's my thought." Jason opens his briefcase and starts distributing sketches across the meeting table. 

With just the two of us there, there is no reason not to use all the space. Honest, usually I'd be looking at the pictures...but the way his back and shoulders move under his shirt as he stretches across to scatter the pictures has me mesmerized. I mentally insert myself between his body and the edge of the table...my mind constructs its own version of how his hips would feel pressing against mine, the edge of the table sharp against the back of my thighs, my spine slowly rolling onto the cool wood surface as my legs come up to wrap around him. I get particularly stuck on the feel of his stiffening (of course) cock against the inside of my thigh, cradled in the V between my leg and my body....when I hear the by then inevitable...

"Are you sure you don't want the air on?" 

I swear I can hear a smile in his voice, but there was none on his face when my eyes shoot up to it.

"No really, I'm fine." I squeak...and bend over to look at the pictures.

"These aren't bad" I heard myself say....and I mean it, they aren't. Not professional level art, but not the cringe-worthy things you get from most of the writing staff...those members of it who think they've got the "hard" part of the job, anyway.

"My mother was an art teacher" I hear him say, right over my shoulder. I pinch my leg, hard, to get the image of Jason flipping my skirt up and pressing his thigh between my legs out of my mind. "They're not anything like what we'll use, I know...but they get the point across. I want to pitch a broader campaign to the meeting this afternoon. Instead of just a single ad showing a young couple on a trip, we have them meeting somewhere exciting. It appeals to the singles, and, if the first one's successful...we can follow them on all sorts of trips as their relationship progresses. That should get the young couples as well."

Something about that man's voice: deep yet light, dancing yet rich. It makes my spine tingle, my head spin, and my vocabulary untrustworthy. "Like the coffee thing," is my brilliant contribution to the conversation.

"Yeah, the couple on the Folgers ads, exactly!"

"So where do we start?" I ask, taking my eyes off the pictures and turning around...thinking: We could start with the table, the wall, the chair, the floor...or I could just wrap my legs around your waist and hang on for dear life....

"Start?" Jason's already turned around and is heading for the air conditioner...

"This couple...whatever we wind up naming them. Where do they meet?" 

"The first one we do might also be the last one, so let's make sure the setting will stand on its own. Jamaica? We'll make it clear it's a first meeting to leave open the possibility for an extended series."

Which is the moment the words "extended series" filtered through my erotic haze...an extended series of ads...and I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. In either case, I should definitely buy stock in Duracell.

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I bite down hard on the washcloth to muffle a moan, and speed up the fingers stroking along either side of my clit. My skirt is hiked up around my waist, my shirt is pulled up above my breasts, and I have one bra cup pulled down to expose a nipple. Not two minutes ago I'd been playing with it, stroking my fingers across it...but since I'd decided against bringing any toys to work...there'd been other things I needed my fingers for. I'd become desperate for penetration, and have my first and middle fingers tucked neatly up my snatch, beckoning gently with them to stroke the front wall of my dripping cunt. I can feel one nipple pressing against the lace of my bra, reminding me that the other breast was on display to anyone who came through the door. Which does it, my mind offers me an image of Jason walking in to find me displayed like a pornographic buffet...twat open, tits out, head back. In my mind his eyes paint a path down my body to where my hands are busy. He sinks to his knees in front of me, his hands stroke up my thighs, catch my arms at the elbows and use them to pull my hands out of his way. He lowers his mouth to my clit, and slides his own fingers slowly into my dripping cunt. I run my fingers through his gorgeous black hair, feeling his head move as he worked me to a fever pitch. Too much, I'm ready to go over the edge. In the real world I fuck myself faster with one hand, while the fingers of the other hand start the final spiral around my slit to end rubbing circles on my clit until the stars stop popping behind my eyes.

I catch my breath slowly, reassemble my outfit, and pull a fresh pair of panties out of my purse. I brush my hair back into its twist, and carefully collect my washcloth. I have made quite a study of the 5 minute quickie at work over the last week. I now know a dozen different routes to the 4th floor wheelchair-friendly restroom, lots of legroom and two solid doors between me and the outside world. Everyone in my group thinks I've taken up smoking. In a way, I guess I have. The washcloth had been yesterday's addition to my "at work pleasure kit." Worry about my moans attracting attention had gotten to be too much for me the first day I'd tried this. Spending the rest of the day all worked up after a lack of orgasm was, it turned out, much harder to work through than just my usual absent mindedness. Especially since that was the day Jason started resting his hand on my shoulder as he looked past me at the draft board. I was crossing my legs just to get some pressure on my aching clit. I finally pled a headache and went home early, where I promptly used every toy in my arsenal to get out the screaming orgasm that'd been stuck in my throat. Not again. Now I'm making sure to have something I can bite down on when I take my trips to the 4th floor. With a quick stop at the mirror to renew my make up and make sure that the buttons on my blouse are done up (that was Tuesday's mistake), I decide I'm ready to face that three o'clock meeting.

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I used to think I had a thing for blue eyes. Really I did. All through school I chased blue-eyed guys, my ex had beautiful ones. How on earth could I have been so terribly wrong all those years. You can keep the piercing blue-eyes....I'm happy getting lost in Jason's warm brown ones as they move around the room. I want nothing more at that instant than to hold his gaze, see those eyes widen just a little as he pushes his cock slowly into me, see them close in pleasure only make them pop open again in surprise as I squeeze him inside me.

"Well, Melissa can answer that best," I hear Katie say. Oh hell. I turn my attention up the table with a big smile and slightly befuddled look, and wait for my best friend to bail me out again. "How sure are you that we can get the same models for the entire run of ads, Melissa?"

"Not a problem, they're not life drawings. Just things I did from figure studies. Products of my fevered imagination." No, I didn't just say that. Oh hell, Katie's eyes are laughing...I did say it. My gaze flicks across to Jason without my willing it, he's smiling. What on earth does that mean? I see no reason to let him off the hook, "Our imaginations I should say. 'Casting' for the characters, setting them, all of it. Because we want the narrative to drive the project, all the artistic decisions were joint ones."

"Well, that's a shame...if the campaign moved into TV we'd have liked to have the same people. Still, we're not going to look a gift horse in the mouth." After that, I'm not sure what the suit from Anders Travel is saying. My eye obsession has suddenly become unimportant, the whole world had resolved down to mouths. Well, one mouth in particular. Soft lips exploring my mouth, against my throat, sucking on a nipple, tugging aside my panties....all at the same time. And at no point do I have to lose sight of that intoxicating half smile. I've uncrossed my legs, spread them just a little to help that imaginary mouth gain access to one of the many places I want it before I realize that the conversation has swung back to me. I thank heavens for big oak tables, as I hastily re-cross my ankles and look up.

Everyone's looking at me, so I smile and nod, and it seems to satisfy everyone. The time has obviously come for the handshakes and mutual congratulations part of the program. Everyone's happy, my job is safe. And best of all, I'm up for four weeks free of overwhelming sexual frustration before it's time for "Kim and Brian," our well travelled lovers, to start planning their many Spring Breaks.

Fifteen minutes later I'm lying on the couch in Katie's office, my mind stuck on the feel of Jason's hand on the small of my back as we left the meeting room. The only thing that saves me sometimes is that guys never know just how my heart melts when they touch me there. Somewhere in the back of my mind, that hand is tugging my shirt loose and sliding up to undo my bra strap...the rest of me is hearing Katie come through the door after she finishes playing catch up with her secretary.

"You amaze me, Melissa."

"Hmmm?" I offer back, wondering whether that phantom hand would continue stroking up my spine to push my bra straps off my shoulders, if it would travel down to lift my skirt and cup my ass, or if it would slide forward around my rib cage to pop my breast loose.

"I just didn't think you'd go for it." 

Ah, there, panic is apparently enough to turn off the fantasy factory in my mind. I stare at Katie, lower lip tightly gripped between my teeth. She sits slowly behind her desk and sighs, "You didn't know what you were nodding at." And then there's nothing but laughter for a couple of minutes.

A long couple of minutes. What the hell have I agreed to? "We've got a month's material ready for the Anders campaign, Katie. They want more, and that's great. They're going to get back to us with the locations they want us to focus on. I know I said I wasn't going to do more than first 6 weeks, but I'll manage." I blush just a little before jokingly adding, "I've learned all about rechargeable batteries." 

She's still laughing. Oh god, she's still laughing. And I don't think it's at my weak attempt at humour. "Anders," she gets out between giggles, "loves the campaign. It's a big hit. They've gotten calls from specific business clients, hotels...resorts...ship lines, who want to be in on the deal. Anders is sending you to do on site art work, you seemed to think it was a great idea."

That sounds familiar, there was something about "would you be free to travel" before we left the room. And then I hear it, a deep, mellow, spine tingling voice that comes from memory rather than fantasy just this once, saying "I'm sure I can find time in my schedule. How about you, Melissa?" And then I mouth the words that had earlier damned me:"our imaginations, joint artistic decisions" as I curl up on the couch and bury my moan in a throw pillow.

"Oh Mel," I hear Katie say as she moves out from behind her desk and kneels beside the couch. "Look, this is for the best, really. When Anders comes back with the itinerary, you and I are going shopping. We're going to get you a wardrobe that's going to seduce that boy for you, whether you like it or not. And then you're going to get him into your bed and out of your system."

I shake my head violently against that pillow, not ready to look up and face the world yet. It's not going to happen. Katie's always looked at the world through a very simple lens, but she fails to take some key things into account. Most importantly, I turn into a blithering idiot any time I'm within 30 feet of that man. I can see this trip already stretching out before me as a list of endless opportunities for me to make a fool of myself.

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I always thought I'd love those flowy wrap-around skirts. They look good in store windows and on television shows. That was until I had to wrestle one in a stiff breeze. This sarongish looking contraption had been wrapped around my head twice already today, both times attracting giggles from bystanders and amused offers of help from Jason. His hand on my side, steadying me as I got my clothing under control, had been electric and not just a little distracting. The only solution I'd found was to plunk my ass down on the beach with the filmy thing wrapped tightly around my legs and tucked safely under my behind as a cushion. I feel a bit like a beached mermaid, but at least I wasn't flashing anyone. And it is a beautiful place to sit and sketch.

Unfortunately, it's the fourth beautiful beach this week, and I have run out of ways to make them look special and different. I'd given up on this location almost as soon as we'd gotten here, the Hawaiian ads are going to have to be all about the lava beds we're visiting this afternoon. But for now, despite the wind, the sun on my back feels like a gentle massage...and I'm happy to stay where I am, imagining away. My hands idly sketch random images as my mind travels along much more defined pathways.

Phantom hands stroke across my back, warm palms rubbing outward from my spine then down along my sides. They stop at my waist for a moment before pressing down across my hips. I stretch my shoulders as the hands retrace their path upward, sliding under my shirt, making me shiver where they "contact" skin, pulling my top up as they travel. My sketching slows as those imaginary hands move along my ribs and across my stomach.... I can nearly feel Jason's chin on my shoulder, his chest against my back. I'm so deep in the daydream that I even smell his cologne. Those wandering hands move up to cup my breasts, I feel my heart speeding up and my breath catch slightly, my arms cross my body just beneath my tits, pressing them together slightly, gently shadowing my imaginary sensations. I want his fingers to flick up and across my nipples, brushing them, stroking them, maybe pinching them a little, making them rock hard and extra sensitive...and sure enough that's what they become. The hands in my mind move up, squeezing, becoming gently greedy, pulling me back against the body behind me. That's when I overbalance, reacting to a pressure that doesn't exist, and have to reach back and catch myself before I fall. My eyes pop open and see Jason kneeling in front of me, waving a hand slowly across my sight line. Apparently, I really did smell his cologne. 




Fantasies



So, of course, I keep my cool and wink at him. OK, actually....I scream and dump my pencil box off my lap. What, you expect me to do something suave?

Jason laughs.... and I can't say that I blame him much. He drops down on the sand beside me as I recollect my scattered tools. "I think you've found the sunniest spot on the beach," he offers, laying back full length on the sand, tipping his head back to maximize basking potential. Suddenly pencils seem unimportant. I am obsessed with the thought of rolling over, moving onto him, laying my body full length on top of his, letting gravity press me against him. I have definite ideas about how the skin of his throat would taste as I kissed it....I even include the slightly gritty texture of the sand that stuck to him just there at the side. I want one of his hands on my waist to balance me and keep me perched atop him, the other would be stroking my ass through this ridiculous skirt. With my legs all tangled I'd need help to move the way I want to, I'd need his hands on my hips to press me against him, to rock my body against his swelling cock. One of those hands finds the edge of this skirt and is working its way in through the folds as I grind my hips against him in slow circles when reality intrudes.

"Melissa, these are amazing." 

"Huh?" I respond, not at my quickest when I'm wishing for 10 minutes alone with a vibrator. When the fog clears from my eyes, I see Jason lying on his side flipping through one of my sketchbooks. Oh shit. See, there are sketches I elaborate into submissions for work. And then there are the other 98%. Things I draw when my mind's wandering.... and considering where my mind had been wandering to.... no this wasn't good. "Those aren't.... aren't for..."

"No, I get it.... these aren't design proposals, just ideas," he interrupts as he flips through more pages. "But they're really good. And I always wondered what our kids....," he turns the pad sideways, "what Brian and Kim get up to when the public's not looking. Gotta say I like the look of it." What they get up to? I am fairly sure there isn't anything outright pornographic in there. Just fairly sure, though....and fairly sure isn't enough to keep the blush from my face. It is entirely possible that my subconscious had snuck something past me. It had done it before.

Jason's low whistle has me worried, and we narrowly avoid bumping heads as I jerk forward to see what he's stopped on. Thank god, they have their clothes on. But Brian's shirt is undone; Kim had her hand tucked inside it, pressing against his stomach, mostly out of site. One of his hands is tangled in her hair, her head tipped back, eyes closed, lost in the moment. Definitely not something you'd find in Better Homes and Gardens. It's the moment before everything, before anything, when no-one knows what comes next and it's all possible. "You capture some intense heat here, Melissa. I hadn't realized how much you were toning it down in the things you showed me before." Jason flipped the pad closed. "Would it be ok if I borrowed these? I've been, I don't know, running low on ideas." He leans back onto the sand, arms behind his head. My eyes are tracing the curve of his body, my mind frantically trying to remember that this is a real man, not a fantasy I can reach out and stroke. "I think that if we're going to have to use these two to sell a dozen mostly identical resorts, we're going to have to change our approach. This could be a way to go." Jason glances back down at the pad, "well, maybe not quite as steamy as some of these...but I think we could use a few to sell the story line when our locations are weak. Do you mind?"

I have to admit, I am paying very close attention to the way his arms, his shoulders, his chest move as he plays with my notebook. But at least this time, I know what I am agreeing to when I nod. At least I think I do.

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"Katie, I love it." The dress is a work of art, hand-beaded silver sparkles over dove grey silk, elegantly sleeveless, a low cut V in front and an even lower scooped back. "When did you wear it, I don't remember this at all."

"Bought it for a reunion, about a year ago," Katie answers while rooting around in her closet for shoes. "One of those moments when you're willing to spend way too much just to impress people you don't know." She sits back on her heels with a pleased little "mission accomplished" look and a pair of silver sling-backs in her hands. Looking up at me and tilting her head appraisingly, she adds "it looks better on you, actually. You fill it out. Needs these though," holding the shoes out to me.

Happiness is a best friend who wears your shoe size, and doesn't mind sharing. I slip them on and do a turn in front of the mirror, snapping my hips to make the ridiculously high split up the back of the skirt flare open. "Are you sure it's not too..." sexy? flashy? revealing? I settle for, "much? I mean, Anders is throwing the party....shouldn't we be trying for professional here?"

"It's a perfectly classy looking dress, quit fussing. They're the ones who decided on the dress code. With all the men in tuxes, we can hardly show up in business suits."

I don't need my arm twisted all that much, it really is a beautiful dress. I pull my hair into a bunch, twist it up onto my head to expose the back of my neck, let pieces tumble down to draw attention to my face....and laugh as I shake it all lose again. I am looking forward to tonight. Big room, big crowd, lots of people who aren't Jason Innis. People I can actually be around without my mind liquidizing. People who don't always seem to be looking at me quizzically with spine melting half smiles.

Karn and Stemper had just won a prestigious industry award for the Anders Travel campaign, specifically for the latest instalment where our young lovers got engaged on a gondola in Venice. Anders is throwing a party to celebrate the award, and to kick off the new phase of the campaign. Kim and Brian are coming to life. Anders is moving them into television ads, and out of my hands. Jason and I are being kept on as consultants, officially, but really we're being put back onto developing new projects first thing Monday morning. Separate projects. I am on my way back to being a normal, functioning person.

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Anders themed the kick-off as a black tie wedding reception, sent out clever invitations and everything. When I reach the ballroom, I see the scene I'd fantasized about years ago when planning my own wedding...the one that no sensible person could afford. It turns out large companies aren't anything like sensible people. The room is decorated in white with gold accents, flowers everywhere, big band music from actual musicians near a dance floor that extends out onto the balcony, and more champagne than I've ever seen in one room before in my life. 

Katie is standing across the room with her husband and some Anders execs I half recognize. She subtly waves me over towards the bar with the gesture that means "I want someone over there I can notice and need to speak to." I smile a "message received" look at her, and decide to take the scenic route across the room to give her time to wrap up her conversation. OK, I'll admit...I'm having fun with the dress. It's turning a few heads, and I can feel sudden blasts of cool air across the backs of my thighs whenever I take a step... I can't help exaggerating my natural sway just to feel it. Tonight is supposed to be all about relaxing and enjoying myself, right? Well, I am enjoying this.

I take a seat at the bar and ask for a glass of champagne. I collect both it and an appreciative, ego-boosting look from the bartender, and turn around for some quality people watching. I should've known. I turn, my mouth half full, to find Jason standing right there. A little too close actually, as if I caught him in the act of leaning in to tap me on the shoulder. My lovely champagne goes down the wrong pipe, and I start choking and coughing before he even says hello.

"Are you ok?" Well, at least he isn't laughing. But when he steps beside me, puts an arm around me to help hold me up, I am in real trouble. A quick inhale of shock in the middle of a cough starts me gasping. Jason, ever the gentleman, tries to catch my eyes, get some reassurance that I am really ok under all the noise and spectacle. He strokes my shoulder blades slowly, in a way I'm sure would've calmed anyone in the room but me. His touch on my skin is electric despite my gut churning embarrassment at my lack of control. Trying to catch my breath, I lean forward over my knees, but it doesn't help and I start to think that hyperventilation really wouldn't be so bad as long as I can pass out at the end...when Katie finally comes to my rescue. Jason steps away as she kneels down in front of me, holds my gaze and calms me down enough to breath normally. Mostly.

"Better now?" she asks.

"Hic." I reply.

"Excuse me?" she asks through a bit of a giggle.

"Hic" I repeat, then try to explain, "I've Hic got the Hic hiccups."

"Oh poor thing..." she says....the only person in the swiftly dispersing crowd to understand just how mortifying I am finding this. She offers me a glass of water that appears from nowhere. An in-depth conversation starts up among the remaining bystanders about the best way to cure hiccups, none of which I care to try in a designer gown. Through it all, I keep catching glances of Jason on the fringes of the crowd, looking concerned and unforgivably sexy in his tux. And my hiccups redouble every time I see him.

"I think...Hic....fresh air" I manage to get out. My best friend and her husband walk me out onto the balcony, as we pass Jason I hear Katie telling him to find her before he leaves tonight. To me she says, "I know I signalled you to get me out of that conversation, Hon....but I didn't mean for you to go to all this trouble."

Much fresh air, a couple of drinks that I actually manage not to inhale, and a turn around the dance floor with Katie's husband manage to repair my mood and rescue my evening. I start to enjoy myself again, dancing with men I'd never met before, catching up with people from the office, remembering the joys of casual flirting. Hours later I'm starting to run down. And where there hell is Katie? I haven't seen her in the last half hour or so. It should be tough to completely lose her red dress in the crowd of the season's black and white fashions. I decide she and Josh have probably snuck off to find a secluded corner of the hotel, and good luck to them. But they're my ride home, and the party is breaking up. I wouldn't deny anyone a few minutes alone, but I feel trapped.

I go back to the bar for another drink. As I put my glass back down on the counter I hear "OK, I'm working very hard on not sneaking up on you this time." Jason Innis. Deep breath, and I turn around with a smile. After all, we've been working closely for months. It's only right to say an actual congratulations and good bye. Even if I know that he's going to be staring in my dreams for the foreseeable future. "I'm sorry about earlier," I say....pleased for once with my conversational gambit.

"Huh?" says Jason. Right, not such a good start after all.

"The whole coughing thing...."

"Oh. No. Don't worry about that. Not your fault, I spooked you." He pauses and smiles a new smile, one I don't know...and I thought I knew them all. "I seem to do that a lot." 

I shake my head, "I'm just jumpy. It wasn't you." How can any one person have so many different smiles. "So. Is this the part where you tell me you've got another great love story to tell....but this time we're advertising bicycle pumps?" See? This is what I mean, blithering idiot. Never fails. But at least it earns me a smile I recognize. God, I am going to miss that smile. 

"No. That comes later, and it's bran flakes not bicycle pumps. This is the part where I deliver a message. Katie caught me an hour ago, said they had to get home to their babysitter, and she didn't want to interrupt your evening. She asked me if I could run you home. She said to tell you to call her in the morning if you wanted a personal apology with coffee for ditching you. So, message delivered and ride offered."

"I. Oh. OK. Sure." Blithering. Again. I am going to kill Katie. "Thanks. I was about to start searching for them. I'm ready to go whenever you are." And I am, as always, wet and ready when Jason is within arm's reach. A quick zip and a bit of a shimmy and I could be out of this dress. One step forward and I could be in his arms, finding a way through all the buttons and clasps that kept me from the body I crave.

"Shall we?" Oh god yes please....wait, wrong question....that's not what he meant.

"Sure, just let me get my wrap." I stand and discover that my heels are suddenly much much higher than they were 5 minutes ago. At least, they feel like it. It couldn't just be that my knees are shaky, and I really don't think I've had quite that much to drink. I was walking fine before. And then I am all awash with images of me swooning into Jason's arms, him holding me up, gazing into my eyes, unable to stop himself from kissing me...because who could resist with that Hollywood soundtrack rising in the background. OK, that was a step too much. I shake off the imagery and concentrate on getting one foot in front of the other.

I get 5 or 6 good steps in before stumbling at Jason's "Right behind you." But you have to give me credit, I recover, scrounge up a spine from somewhere...and make it all the way to the door without looking back.

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The drive starts to feel like an awkward distillation of every horrible flight we shared during those weeks of travelling together. Half started conversations. Watching his hands because looking at anything else was too obviously interested. Looking forward to the grazing, accidental touches that you just can't avoid in close quarters. But we'd burned a lot of small talk in 100 hours of air travel, and we didn't have the next location to plan or ideas from the last one to work up. And while I'd worked convincing napping posture down to an art form, it isn't going to sell here and now.

The only thing that makes me feel better is that Jason is just as obviously stuck for conversational topics as I was. I mean, it should have made me feel better. Actually it just makes me feel guilty for making him awkward. He never had been before. I've actually come to depend on his obliviousness to my oddities.

We are nearly home, I've settled for just watching the lights rush past, and humming along to the radio until the radio goes away. Jason has turned it off. I turn around to do my best with whatever the new conversation fragment is going to be. It isn't what I'd expected.

"Melissa, I move words around for a living. There's a plaque in the back seat of this very car that supposedly says I do it pretty well. So I can't figure out why I can't seem to find a way to ask you this." I try to pry my eyes off the steering wheel, I know I'll understand what is going on much better if I can see Jason's eyes. "So, I'm just going to put it out there." Jason's arm reaches out across my body, making my heart skip a beat. He opens the glove compartment, pulls out a folded piece of paper, and dropps it in my lap. Then he doesn't say anything else.

So, I unfold it. I look. And I realize where this is going. Confessions are coming, I just don't know how many will be necessary. I am holding a picture ripped out of one of my sketchbooks. One of the books Jason borrowed that day on the beach. I think I'd drawn it earlier that day, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't remember it all that clearly. It is a picture of Jason, very clearly Jason, sanding on the edge of the ocean, waves lapping around his ankles, shoes in one hand, his head tipped back the way he did when he was enjoying the sun, eyes closed. His body is rendered in exquisite detail, I'd been observing it for over a month at that point. His shirt undone, his face lit from above. It isn't a quick sketch, it's a full fledged portrait. And me. Clearly me, though less well rendered. Sitting up in the top right corner of the page, naked, arms wrapped around my knees, surrounded by dreamy mists of clouds, watching him not see me. Honestly, money for an analyst would be wasted on me....I'm much to easy to piece apart. But he may not have seen it, not the whole of it. I just don't know yet.

"So, like I said. I'm the wordsmith, not all that good with pictures. I was hoping you could, you know, talk me through this one."

"Jason, I do a lot of spontaneous drawing...," but that's as far as I get.

"Because, quite honestly, I was surprised to see it. At first I wasn't even sure it was me. I thought it might just be that, what with all the time we were working together, you were adapting a familiar....face. And if it was just me, I think I'd have left it there. But the way you're looking down at me in the picture...."

Oh my god, he's babbling. He isn't letting me get a word in edge ways. He's asked a question he doesn't want the answer to. And if he doesn't want the real answer, he'll take the one I want to give. All I have to say is "It's just a drawing, it doesn't mean anything." Or I could even deny the drawings were related, two separate pictures on a page he'd put together in his mind. He may not believe me, but it'll get me off the hook and out of the car. So why aren't I saying it? Why aren't I saying anything?

"You never looked at me like that in life...so....I was just wondering...and...you know what, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. It's not my business. It's just a..."

"I did." Not what I mean to say. I hadn't meant to say anything. I didn't know I was going to until my lips started moving. And now there's silence.

"Did what?" he asks.

"Look." I drag my eyes away from the page in my lap and up to his face. I see his throat work as he swallows, his gaze rigidly fixed on the road ahead, his jaw tense and rigid. "I did look. And I didn't want you to know. Because now you obviously can't look at me."

Jason smiles just a little, awkwardly, but doesn't so much as glance at me. "Have to keep my eyes on the road." Monosyllables are apparently contagious.

I take a deep breath and decide that I can make the monosyllables work for me. "So park."

Jason's breath catches just a little, if I hadn't been watching I wouldn't have known it. Neither of us says a word as he takes the next exit. I can feel my heart pounding, the blood rushing to my skin, making it tingle. I can't help fidgeting with my skirt, then smoothing it back across my thigh. But my eyes never leave his face, and his never leave the road.

We pull into the darkened parking lot of a local restaurant. He slowly turns the engine off, but then doesn't miss a beat before turning to face me. "See? I can look. No problem." Maybe he isn't having a problem. I'm having several. Among them, I can't seem to speak. "So, what happens now?" he asks, very softly.

I honestly don't know. So I close my eyes, asking the part of my mind in charge of fantasies, and see the answer. Without opening my eyes I reach out my hand and stroke the backs of my fingers across his cheek. But it isn't what I'd anticipated. His skin isn't the simple smooth, soft warmth I'd always imagined. It's more than that. There is hardness under the softness, the beginnings of stubble as I approach his jaw, muscles moving under my fingers as he opens his mouth. Then I feel his hand close around mine, a tug travels all the way up my arm as he lifts my hand away from his cheek. I feel an unexpected moistness of his breath on my knuckles; I'd never expected the way lips stroked my skin as he kisses my hand. I open my eyes, this is entirely off script, and see his eyes, beautiful brown eyes, looking right into mine.




Fantasies



Jason lowers his hand without releasing me. What happens next? I ask the voice in my head, tangle my fingers through his and lay his hand against my waist, leaning toward him, head tilted at that "so when are you going to kiss me" angle. Jason smiles at me, traces my lips with the fingers of his free hand, pressing the other firmly against my side. Looking at me, but not coming any closer. This man needs to learn about the script. If I lean any further forward, it wasn't going to be his face I'd wind up kissing. And while that fantasy has an appeal all it's own...I don't think it's where I want things to go right this instant. To give myself more scope to move, I pull a knee up onto my seat. Kneeling, I reach across the console between the seats and kiss him properly. It would've worked too, if I'd been wearing jeans. But that slit skirt tangles and I don't so much gracefully lean as fall across his lap and bang my head on his shoulder.

Jason's arms come up to stabilize me, wrapping around me, possibly to make sure I don't elbow the car horn. He pulls me forward, and turns me to sit across his lap. I hadn't imagined he'd be able to move me this easily. At least, he makes it look easy. "This always seemed simpler when I was a teenager," I mutter. 

Jason laughs, the way his body moves against mine as he does made me shiver. "What was easier?" he asks, shifting his arm behind my back to a more sustainable position. "Flirting?"

"Well, I mostly meant the making out in cars part" I reply, wriggling to turn toward him, working my arms up around his neck to hold myself up or to tug his head down to meet mine, either would suit me. He doesn't even play at avoiding me this time. His mouth meets mine, softly at first, then suddenly more firmly demanding, the arm around me holding me tightly against his body. I know there are months of frustration and longing in my side of the kiss, but it suddenly occurs to me that it isn't all coming from me. I can't manage to think deep thoughts about it just then. Not with his lips hungrily working across mine, his tongue probing and tasting my mouth. It's better than I'd dreamed his kiss would be, there is a need in it that I couldn't have imagined. I give myself up to it fully, letting the rest of the world disappear.

When we came up for air, Jason rests his forehead against mine, eyes tight closed, breathing in deeply, exhaling slowly. I turn my head just enough to reach his face, kissing his cheek, exploring the planes of his face with my lips and tongue. My hands press against his chest, move across his shoulders, feel the muscles move under my fingers as his arms shift across my back. I hold myself against him, seeking his mouth again, more aggressively. And then it happens all at once. I feel Jason's hand moving across my back, up from my hip to where my dress stops and skin starts. His fingers dip in under the fabric moving across to stroke my side. I moan and twist, wanting more. I press my breasts against his chest, needing the stimulation, wanting him closer. Wanting one hell of a lot more than that, I want this dress off, his tux long gone, my legs wrapped around him. Jason pulls free of the kiss, "I'm sorry, Mel, I just, I have to get you to move."

"Hmmm? Why?" I ask, only half paying attention. The rest of my mind is focused on pulling at his shirt, wanting my hands inside his clothes almost as badly as I want his hands in mine.

"Melissa please, you're driving me crazy....but if you don't move soon..."

"Hmmm? Soon....just a minute." I murmur into his ear...I'd almost gotten that shirt free, should've started with the cummerbund.

"Mel! You're not....oh hell," Jason takes my head in his hands and pulls me around to kiss me hard. When he has my attention he grabs me around the waist, pulls me tightly against him. He grinds his hips hard up against me, showing me in no uncertain terms what the problem is....and precisely the degree to which I'm not helping. "Sorry," I breath...."I'll move. But I'm coming right back here later."

Jason groans as I climb back into my seat...his head falls back as I get resettled. He licks his lips as I untangle myself from my skirt. "I'd invite you back to my place, but it's on the other side of town." I hear, his voice lower, more gravelly than I'd every heard before. More things my imagination hadn't supplied. I feel downright cheated.

My voice, on the other hand, is breathy...indistinct. I give directions to my house. The sound of the engine is shockingly loud. I smile as Jason misses a gear, I like to think that for once my presence has him off balance.

Ten quiet minutes later, we pull into my driveway. I look over at Jason as I gather up my wrap. He's sitting silently, staring straight ahead, and after a moment of panic that I've gone to far, that I've broken something that hadn't really started yet, I realize I'd left things unforgivably vague. "Are you coming in?" I ask as I run my fingers over the back of the hand he's left on the gearshift, open the door and get out. I take several steps before I hear his car door close. I get all the way to my door before I hear him walking behind me. I figure if he isn't keeping up, it must be for a reason....I let my hips sway more than strictly necessary, playing that split skirt for all it's worth. As I get my key in the lock I feel Jason close the gap between us, press up behind me, place his hands against my stomach, fingers spread, one thumb pointed up between my breasts. Soft kisses down the back of my neck make turning a key more difficult than I can cope with. I lean back against him, letting his hands stroke down my flanks, tug at my skirt, until he realizes it's kiss on the doorstep or let me open the door. 

I get inside, flip on the light and turn to see Jason closing the door behind us. He has that smile on his face, the one I'd drawn over and over....the one that had started my entire obsession. And there he continues to stand, right in front of the door. I know where I want everything to go, but I'm not sure how to say it. So I go with my strength and "draw" a picture. Hell, a picture had gotten me this far. I drop my wrap, reach behind my back and unzip my dress as I hold Jason's gaze. I turn around, subtly giving the front of my dress a tug to open it, giving him a clear view of my braless back and the scrap of lace covering my ass, and walk up the stairs. I hear him whistle long and low, letting me know that I am guessing right. It seems fair enough, it's his turn to watch me. Whether he knows it or not, I've been watching him for ages.

I make it into my bedroom before my imagination fails me again. Jason's doesn't, however. His hands slide across my back, pushing my dress off my shoulders, down my arms....letting it fall to the floor. He moves his fingers back up my arms, into my hair, pulling it out of its knot, letting me shake it loose. I try to turn to face him, but his hands gently hold me where I am. I hear him whispering in my ear "I have been watching you walk away from me all night. I've been imagining exactly this." His hands sweep forward across my ribs again, one moving down to stroke my thigh, the other up to cup my breast. I whimper just a little, my knees getting a little shaky. "Let me enjoy the reality for a moment, we've got all night." 

He steps closer, letting me lean back against him as he plays his hands over my body. My skin is on fire, and my palms are itching to do some exploration of their own. I hadn't even managed to get under that damned shirt earlier. But he's right, there isn't a rush. I settle for running my hands up and down Jason's legs. My hips are moving in slow circles, pressing back against his cock, feeling him swell against me all over again. I pull away from him just enough to get my hands between us and working on undoing his trousers...the cummerbund was lost somewhere on the stairs. I can't work them all the way undone, but it's close enough. When Jason's hands come back up to my breasts it's almost exactly like my daydreams, but his hands are larger, his palms firmer than I'd imagined. And, in my dreams, I hadn't been able to tuck my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my fingers around the shaft of his cock. I can't move my hand at that angle, but just having him pressed against my palm is overwhelming. And Jason doesn't seem to be complaining, his head falls forward against my shoulder, and his fingers dig into my flesh.

We both stand frozen for a long second. Enjoying the moment, comparing it to expectations, I'm not sure which. I don't care all that much. I'm sure I'd soon be beyond caring at all. I pulse my grip a little tighter for a moment, enjoying the heat of him, then slide my hand free and turn to face him. 

Jason wraps one arm around my waist, using it to pull me against him. His other hand works it's way up to my head and tangles fingers in my hair, pulling my head back. I don't get the kiss I'm expecting, instead he studies my face. I can't help closing my eyes, his gaze is intense, intimidating. My hands wander across his body caressing the curve of his ass. I'd wanted my hands there for so very long, I can't seem to get enough. Until Jason drops his arm across my hips, cupping my ass, pulling me more specifically against his bulging cock. All of a sudden there is something I want more than what I have. I grab a double handful of cloth and tug down, pretty ineffectually. Jason's laugh is worth opening my eyes for. He pushes me back just a little, saying "let me do that." I take a half step back, the bed hits the back of my knees and sits me down. I try my best to look as if I meant to do that.

Jason keeps his eyes on my face, undoes the top few buttons of his shirt, and pulls it off over his head. OK, fair enough...his eyes leave mine at that point for a second...but I don't mind, I'd all but stopped breathing as I watch body move and stretch. Maybe I am just supposed to watch, but I am starting to learn the benefits of playing off the script. My hand reaches out to touch his skin, barely stroking across his stomach....and the way his muscles flinch beneath my touch melts something inside me. He licks his lips, catches his breath, and finishes undoing his pants...my fingers still tracing shivery patterns across his torso. He pushes his boxers off in the same smooth motion that drops his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles. 

I feast my eyes on him, let my hands drink in the feel of his skin. I smooth my palms across his stomach, down his thighs, back up the backs of his legs, cupping his ass again. And before I know it I am off the bed on my knees before him. Without thought, or craft, or design...before the words "what the hell am I doing!" have time to go through my mind....out of pure, selfish need...I open my lips and take Jason's cock deep into my mouth in one smooth motion. The sounds Jason makes were never meant to be words, but they told me that my sudden, unexpected brazenness is welcome....as does the way his muscles tighten under my hands, and the way his dick twitches as my tongue presses its tip against the roof of my mouth. His hands come back into my hair, but can't decide if they are going to pull me away or press me closer. The feel of him sliding through my lips is extraordinary, the scent of him is intoxicating. I dig my nails into the backs of his legs and pull him toward me, taking his cock deeper, moaning happily as I do. It takes several moments for the tugging sensations to filter through my fogged up mind. When a guy is pulling you off his prick...there has to be some kind of good reason, and it's only polite to pay attention. But damn it's hard to let him go. 

"Oh God, Mel. I can't take that....not right now." He smiles down at me, "But we're definitely coming right back here later." I can't help laughing, and lick my lips slowly in agreement. His hands hook under my elbows and pull me to my feet. Then he sits down on the edge of the bed and, without changing his grip, pulls me into his lap. 

"OK," I say...the fingers of one hand playing across the dimple in his chin, the others resting where my mouth had recently been...."what do you want, then."

"You," he answers in a voice that I feel from my toes up. One of his hands kneads my breast, making me whimper, the other lifts my hips to get my panties off, making me moan. "I want all sorts of things, but they all boil down to you." I turn to face him, wrapping my legs around him at very long last. I hook my ankles behind him and use the leverage to pull myself toward him. The feel of Jason's cock pressed against my body would have had me in orbit without his hands on my back or his mouth on my neck. All of that at once has me shaking. I can't help myself, I put my arms around his neck, lift my hips, wriggle closer, work to the get head of his cock just where I want it. I'd only just started sinking down onto him when Jason pins my body against his, "Oh Jesus, Mel." "Please," I breath against his throat, "I need to know how you feel, I want you in me. Now. Please." He doesn't answer, but he loosens his hold, letting me slide down his body, letting himself slide into me.

I freeze then. I feel wonderful, he feels wonderful. The way he fills me, stretches me, I want more. I lift my hips again, wanting to feel him penetrating me all over again. "No wait, Melissa. Don't. I want it, but not yet. Just let me...." he doesn't seem to know how he wants to finish that sentence....but it doesn't matter. I would have "just let him" whatever it was. But holding still was possibly the hardest thing he could have asked me to do.

Jason buries his face against my neck as he gently lowers me back into his lap and anchors me against his hips. Murmuring things that I understand without hearing, he kisses across my throat, hands gripping tightly at my shoulder and waist. Happy, wordless sounds escape my throat as his tongue plays across it. I shift my hips, evoking a half growled, half desperate "Mel." As Jason's lips start moving down my breast bone I instinctively lean back, letting his arms hold me up, exposing my chest to him. His lips and tongue are drawing sparks from my skin. The sparks and his mouth move to my breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple that seems to be reaching out to him. I whimper in time with his licks, and dig my fingers into his shoulders. I grind my hips again, desperate for the strokes I was being denied. "Melissa," he groans into my tit. I love hearing him say my name like that, the hunger and tension in his beautiful, low voice; so I push my hips forward against him again. "Mel!" I gasp and arch my back, offering my chest up to his kisses. My hips start rocking in slow circles, I couldn't have stopped them for anything. Thank God he doesn't ask me to.

Jason pulls me close again, holding me against his chest as he turns us both and then lowers me down to the bed, moving over me. I decide there and then that this is a manoeuvre I'd never get enough of. A moment later I lose track of future needs completely. Jason is holding himself above me on one arm, the other is stroking down my body from breasts to stomach, making my skin twitch. I clench deep inside, making him groan my name again. I don't want to play any more, I want him to take me, lose himself in me. I push my hips up to meet his, scratch across his back, trying to communicate my needs...which is difficult as Jason had taken possession of my mouth again, his tongue stroking my lips, tangling my tongue. Always a big one for mixed signals, as soon as Jason starts to pull out of me I tightened my hold on him...resisting his retreat as much as I welcomed his return a moment later. And a moment later. And a moment later. I writhe beneath him, trying to match his rhythm, not at all sure I am succeeding. I grab his ass, urging him back into me every time he withdraws. He is barely holding himself up now, pulling against my shoulders as he pounds against me. I feel the wave building inside me, an explosion kindling right where the tip of his cock is stroking inside me. I change the angle of my hips, instinctively seeking friction against my clit. My orgasm scrapes cries from my throat. Jason's breathing becomes ragged, his thrusts harder, more need and less pattern. I ride out the aftershocks he is drawing from my body, and hold him tightly as he explodes into me. 

My fantasies have always ended at the orgasm, usually abruptly, somehow ashamed or scared of going further. They had never given me a hint of the satisfaction, the comfort I'd feel lying beneath him as he recovered his strength. I'd never guessed how good just feeling him breath, caressing his back, smelling his hair, kissing his shoulder would be. I might have felt cheated, if I'd had room to feel anything more. All those daydreams, and none of this. Never again.

"Do you have any idea," I hear Jason murmuring against my shoulder, "how long I've been wanting to do that."

I don't know what to say, so I try for the punch line of the joke, "Oh, about 9 months, 3 weeks, and a few days?"

"No," he answers, taking his weight back onto his arms, pushing up and looking down at my face. "Longer than that. Before the campaign. Ever since the first time I saw you, walking into an elevator. I can't even remember how long ago that was. It feels like forever." I don't know how to tell him I knew exactly how long that had been. I don't know if I am going to tell him. But I know that I am going to enjoy making up for lost time.