1 comments/ 12190 views/ 0 favorites Forget to Remember By: apathykiss I woke from the dream hungry and empty. My body wanted satisfaction that only happened in my mind... The room was dark with the moonlight playing tricks on the wall. I remember a sensation on my face and reaching up to find a mask covering my upper profile. My dress whispered against my skin with each slow step I took. It felt glorious, like a new lover's caress. The long white gown I wore barely gave me any cover against the cool moon breeze pouring through the open French doors. The room was as foreign as an expensive, exotic scent. My eyes drank in each wall, drenched in a deep red paint, almost bleeding through the walls. The room was somewhere I've never been before and didn't think I would ever be. The bed was a huge four-poster with fabric raining down over each side, creating a womb for a sleeping babe. As I peek inside I noticed it was empty and made, with the same desperate red color in sheets and pillows tossed on perfectly. The door to my back opened slowly and I heard music faintly in the background of laughter and drunken slurs from a party or festival. I turned just as painfully to look at my new visitor. "I knew you would be here," a man's voice penetrated the silence as I gazed upon the owner. His rugged body was in all black, pants and shirt hanging onto the muscles and gleams of his skin and a black mask covering half of his face. I didn't need to see his nose or forehead; it was his mouth that I saw. His cocky smile was all for me as it curled up on his right side, and he shut the door quietly behind him. As I hear the click of the large cherry wood door shutting us away from the rest of the world, away from the music and the charades, he steps closer to me and hands me a rose. A pure white rose that could have been made from the glorious fabric of my dress, matching sweetly with the silk and perfection. When our fingers met a spark-in warning or excitement- shot through my body. It felt like passion, it felt like pain, and agony and pleasure and desire and everything I've ever wanted. It felt like home. His grin fanned out and gave me the full impact of his smile. It was wonderful and when my knees went weak, he held me close in his arms making me crave a taste of his candy coated mouth while he pressed his anvil hands to my body. The hunger roared through me, a hunger I never new and never had for this man, but I wanted him with such a desperation that I would contract my first born child to the devil himself for a kiss. As if hearing my plea and knowing what I liked, he kissed my lips and parted them with his slick tongue, finding my mouth watering at even the mere mention of more. He tasted like he advertised, sweet and rough. The kiss took my body for a storm and made me both scared and excited for what to come. His fingers stroked over my back, feeling my spine one notch at a time as he leaned me back, holding me up. The kiss was broken and his mouth quickly moved to my neck, as exposed as a fish out of water. The pants and breaths, moans and cries were filling my ears in a dull roar, when I realized that they were coming from my own raw throat. He soothed the savage beast in me with his lips as they turned soft upon my flesh. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling that devilish mouth at me. With that pearlescent grin filling my mind I didn't notice when he picked my limp body from the ground and walked me to the ruby womb, spreading the drapes and laying me down as you would a sleeping child. My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird's wings, fleeing toward a bright, sweet flower. I couldn't take any more. I reached out to him and grabbed him by the shirtfront. Pulling him toward me, I took that dangerous mouth with mine and claimed it all. My teeth ran delicately over his lips as I felt his body skip a beat. He laid his body full on top of me and pressed me into the plush feather bed, wrapping us both in crimson clouds that neither of us noticed. I wanted to feel everything he possessed. I needed his hands on me and I wanted my own on his smooth skin. The heat of his mouth was glorious and I wanted to fill my entire body with that warmth. I clawed at the shirt covering his upper body and he pulled the straps of heaven from my shoulders. With each piece of fabric removed, a new place to kiss and touch was discovered until we both lay naked and trembling on the bed, too excited by the newly exposed flesh to know where to start. He whispered things that I half listened to as his hot skin was rubbing on mine, making me sweat and glisten in the moonlight dancing through the glass. Every place his fingers and lips touched sent a warm rush of pleasure through me, making me bow my head back and moan, wanting to cum so bad but knowing the torture will pay off in the end. I was so hot and wet, and he was so hard and warm. I took my hands on a journey of his body and rested them on the throbbing member that cried out to me to touch. He laid back on the blood sheets with closed eyes and anticipation swimming in his mind. My lips slowly moved to his stomach and I kissed his flesh, feeling the muscles tremble beneath me. His whole body shook gently as my hands worked over his body. "You have no idea what you do to me." I took my tongue on a small journey to hip, licking the flesh and biting as you would a delicate piece of fruit. Not enough to bruise, but enough for a taste of the sweet nectar inside. He was growing harder under me and I needed to taste him. I wished for that forbidden fruit now, I wanted to have the sweet juices run down my throat and fill my belly like a contented king after a celebratory feast. As my lips touched the tip of his swollen cock, his moan urged my lips open and I took his size into my mouth until his sweet curls tickled my nose. With each pump from my mouth, he was brought deeper inside me. His penis filled my mouth and further still when he pressed his hips up and brought him all the way in. A thrill ran over me as I took him fully inside my mouth, it was so exciting to have this gorgeous cock surrounded by my lips that I wanted to do it again. I smiled at his face, sweat dripping from his temples and his stomach muscles contracting and tight, and watched him as I once more worked my way down and back up to the top until I had him even further inside than before. He was so deep inside that I had to hold my breath for a few seconds before coming back up. He grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him, meeting me with a trembling kiss that told me how close he was. He ravaged my mouth before taking his tongue and teeth to my neck, biting and sucking me in all the places to make me wetter and hotter. Dear Mary, I need this man to touch me more than I need to see another sunset or to read a new piece of poetry. His fingers played at the flesh on my hips and thighs, teasing me and killing me further. Tearing his lips from the raw skin of my throat, he looked at me in the eyes before dipping two fingers inside my slit to find me drenched and waiting for him. My spine bowed and I cried out for him. I didn't know his name, so I just cried out my love. He smiled the smile of a man who's ego has just been given another burst of life. "You flatter me, my lady." He whispered before taking those fingers to his mouth to lick. "And all for me to enjoy." His clean fingers dipped back to my wet canal and when I opened my legs further for him, he pressed them inside as far as they would go. When my hands came around his body and pulled him closer to me, he laughed gently before pulling them out and slamming them in again. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. I wanted his size, his length, his heat inside me. I took that heat in my hands and guided him to my opening, purring like a cat and pleading with my eyes. He knelt between my legs and I threw my arms up over my head in anticipation. Here it comes... satisfaction as last. He took my hips in his hands and guided his heat into mine, creating a fire so fast I cried out once more. He stayed inside me for a moment and just enjoyed the feeling of filling me completely before he moved his hips, pushing in and out in a rhythm that I felt in my heart as me met beat for beat. The pleasure crawled all over me and I bit my lip when his hands moved up to cup my breasts in his strong workman's fingers. Our noises and cries were music together in a symphony of desire, meeting each moan and purr with another. He stopped for a moment and picked me up, having my back to him and on my knees. His hand touched my clitoris from behind and I sighed when his other hand touched my breast from the other side. He told me he wanted me from behind and those words echoed through my head as if he's said them to me before. I had a glimpse of a memory of us together, surrounded by people. Our masks were on and our dress as before, with the masquerade in full swing. He came up to my back and whispered into my ear, "I want you from behind." When I turned to reply to him, he smiled and walked away. My memory was faded as he slid into me, easier now and ready for his power. I bent over on all fours to take him in me and to guide his length to that sweet spot inside that only he can reach, that only he knows how to. His hard skin rubs back and forth over that once cherry area inside as I feel my orgasm brewing under the surface. My hips meet his as I go faster, I know it's coming. Oh, I can feel it burning its way to the surface. His hand moves to my clitoris once more to massage me towards my orgasm that he knows is near. It feels so good, I don't want him to stop and I plea with him not to as he pumps harder, fucking me until I finally scream into the bedspread, my fingers pulling at the walls of the artificial womb around us. The shocks of my orgasm run through my veins like a good shot of brandy, keeping me warm and alive. He lets me fall away and tells me to give him my mouth. I know he's close to coming and open my mouth for him as his hands bring him to the end, spilling the fruit's sweet nectar to my lips and dripping over my chin to coat my breasts. It was warm and thick, like a forbidden exotic dessert that is banned by the government and is only served in underground establishments. I drank it down and licked my lips as a cat licks it's whiskers before having him collapse on top of me and kiss those clean lips. We both lay together, trembling and catching out breath. It was amazing and wonderful and all the cliché words you can use to describe great sex, but it was more. It was a moving and inspiring experience and I know I've had that experience before with him. I see flashes of similar times and some not so similar, but just as exciting. Things I have never done before but I know I have with him. As the clock strikes midnite on the great clock in the hall, he lets out a sigh and kisses my cheek. "Three more nites, my love, and we will be together forever." With that paradox of a goodbye running through my mind, and the memory of our lovemaking throbbing through my body, I awake unsatisfied and confused. What did he mean by three more days? And why can't I wake up as content as I was in the dream? Three more days??? Forget to Remember Ch. 02 ***if you haven't read Forget to Remember ch. 1 than do so NOW before you read this one. it'll make this story feel so much better.*** * The sun warmed my face sweetly and kissed my skin with its rays. The water looked cool and inviting as the waves tossed themselves onto the shore. The deserted island behind me was silent but for the stirring wind in the trees and the roar of a waterfall in the distance. I feel like I've been running for days but as I see the shipwreck in the distance and planks of broken wood surrounding my tired body sprawled on the sand I know what made my muscles weep. I survived. In wonderment and desperation I looked around to search for survivors. The stillness of the water in the distance makes me think for the worst. I turn my head from the sea and blink my sadness away before my tears begin to fall. I survived the shipwreck on my own and now I need to survive- starting right now. I get up and turn to the shoreline. Surely some of the goods have washed up or at least survived whole. My bare feet walk along the wet sand and crash against the oncoming waves. The only thing left on my body is my tattered camisole and undergarments but I'm lucky to have that. My dark hair tangled by the sea and sand lays cool on my bare back as the sun beats onto my skin. And I walk. In the distance I see something large and long and when I approach it I see it's a person. I run with hopes of a survivor and as I get closer I see the dark hair covering the head to clue me into the body. Before I can understand why, "My love," escapes my sore dry lips and I run to him. In my mind I know this man- his eyes, his hair- but I don't know him really. His pants cover his legs to his calves and his bare back faces me with a gash on his shoulder. I begin to think horrible thoughts. Maybe I'm wrong and this is his remains. I couldn't bear to see his dead eyes staring up at me before I ever really knew him. A wave washes over his body as I approach him, rolling his body to the side. His eyes are closed to me but his body is still warm; maybe he wasn't dead yet. I held onto those last tendrils of hope. With trembling fingers, I reached his throat and searched desperately for a pulse. In a rush, a flood of memories come to me that I don't remember experiencing. My father's personal blacksmith and handyman, this man has been part of my life many years. As a young boy, his father worked with us and we grew together until his father died when he was twenty, just four years ago. I remember holding him close at the funeral, standing for the only family he has. I felt the tears soak through my dress when he cried on my shoulder. I've been secretly in love with him just about all my life. Now seeing him helpless and possibly gone forever without knowing my feelings I fear I may never tell him. The pulse is there and very slow. I know not how to save him or how to help him. This may be my last chance to be with him, so I lay by his side and hold him to my body. His limp form is still hard with muscle gained from working hard. I've always admired his form, his silhouette, as he would work in his shop. His arms would ripple with the strain of his hammer being thrown onto the metal over and over. The tears that swelled my eyes have now fallen, streaming in rivers down my flushed skin. I don't know why I'm crying but this desperate sadness overwhelms me. This may be it, forever. His silent face tells me nothing but I pull it close, kissing the lifeless lips in out first kiss that may be our last. My mouth pressed to his as I wept and willed him to stay with me. In a moment before I pulled away, I felt his lips move under mine and they opened, his tongue searching in my mouth. I opened my eyes to look in his, awake and... alive. In a fit of joy, I threw my arms around him as my tears continued to flow. Our embrace ended slowly, with me gasping for breath when our lips separated. "Why do you cry, my lady?" he asked as he wiped my face this his thumbs. "I thought you were dead. I-I thought I'd never see you again." He smiled and it looked slightly strained, but his deep voice was soothing. "I'd never leave you without saying goodbye. And even when that day comes, no heaven would be as sweet as the embrace of your arms and your lips." "I've waited so many years for you to say that to me." He pulled me closer to his body, very much alive and throbbing as he pressed against me. "And I've waited years more to say them." He pushed my body onto the wet sand and kissed me once more, almost as if gaining energy from out joined lips and holding me tighter and closer with each passing moment. He crushed his hips closer to me and I felt the thrust of his pelvis onto mine, stirring new things deep inside me. In the back of my head, my emotions were going mad into the frenzy of confusion. One part of me is panicking, feeling emotions and thrilling things in places I didn't even know could be thrilled. I know I've never been with a man and I became scared that he would want to be with me. But I didn't know the first thing to do! What do I do? How do I act? I have this unfamiliar drive to satisfy him and do whatever I can. I grind my body to his and I hear a moan escape his lips. In answer he moves his kisses to my neck and bites, kisses, delights and licks the delicate flesh that has never gotten this kind of treatment before. Now the other part of me kicks in. This part is much lower in my body and hungry. It wants these kisses from his lips and it wants to feel his bare skin under my fingers pull and break from my nails. I felt an emptiness deep inside that I know he can fill. When he pulls my camisole over my shoulder, a little panic grows to a grown up panic and I hesitate my body from his. He must have felt my tension because he stopped his oral assault on my body and took his glorious gaze to mine, searching. "What is distressing you, love? Tell me and I'll take care in what you need." Another wave took over our bodies and washed my camisole up my front, revealing my stomach and the bottom of my bare breasts. I feel the sweet sea breeze trail over my damp flesh and color sprang to my cheeks. He noticed and smiled, a cocky mouth turned in expression. "Your modesty, my heart, shows your innocence. You have never been with a man before?" I shake my head and say no in a panic again. "Are you angry with me?" He laughed and kissed my frown. "On the contrary, I am delighted. No man has had the pleasure of sharing your body or your heart and I would be honored if you le that be me." His wet fingertips slowly grazed my cheek and rested on my shoulder. A yearning inside me wants him to go lower and touch my body anywhere he can find. He whispered to me, "I almost lost you forever and the thought of not having you right now is pure torture." The idea of him being as frustrated and full of need as I am made me secretly delighted. With a new found boldness I took the bottom of the tattered cloth covering my chest and took it over my head, revealing my naked torso for the first time to a man. "Take me," I said with a raspy voice that I didn't recognize as me, thick with desire, "Please take me as if these are our last moments together." His beautiful eyes, the same color as the deep sea that threw us ashore, searched my face and smiled to me. I took my fingers dancing through his hair and pulled him to my lips. I have kissed others, a few men that have tried to court me, but none has ever take my body as solely as this one kiss. My body couldn't move, even if I tried. He was desperately slow and took care with me, savoring our moments for the precious few we have left. He moved the hypnotic kiss from my mouth and trailed once more to my neck. This time I urged him on. This time, instead of tensing, I pressed his head further down to my naked chest. He kissed my breastbone and took both of his hands to my white globes peaked with strawberry cream. His fingers manipulated the fragile flesh that I offered him. His touches brought sensations through my body that I never felt, this burning that rippled over my skin. My nipples were taken by his fingers and pulled, twisted, making them hard and the skin tight but feel so good. I let a sigh escape from deep inside as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. My love's lips were so warm, even on my bare flesh that has been baking under the sun. As if someone had turned up the same glowing ball in the sky, my body became hotter by the sacred moments. The waves crashing over out bodies were nothing more than back round to what happened to our bodies. The way he made me feel, I wanted to do the same for him; I wanted to make him feel as good as I feel. I bring my hands to his hips, massaging the flesh covering his bones and his mouth grew rougher, biting my nipple hard. So I moved closer. His pants still restricted his body and so I pulled the waist away and slipped my hand to the hard organ contained inside. The smooth flesh was a strong contrast to how solid the long rod was in my grip. I could feel his heart beat quick remarkably through his skin and smiled at the though that I held his entire being between my fingers. He pulled his mouth away from my body and his spine bowed back, body gasping at my touch. I thought for a moment that I hurt him and I let go. "No. NO, my sweeting, it's okay. It just felt good is all." So I touched him again. I rolled him to his back and straddled his legs in a bold move that was unlike me, pulling the pants off his body. He was glorious in the nude. His stomach rippled when I touched him and his tanned body seemed to glow when the sun touched his skin. The curls on his stomach trailed to between his legs and grew delicately in worship to the tower of skin in the middle. I took him in my grip and moved my fingers up the shaft to feel his length as his breath quickened. "That's the way, love. Just like that." Pumping him faster and faster, I can feel his trembles beneath me. His fingers dug into the sand and his hips move with my motions. My sensitive fingertips felt each bump and line of his penis with each thrust of his hips. This new found power of his body was wonderful and I loved the feel of him in my grasp. He sits up suddenly and crushes his mouth on mine, rolling us into our original position. I can feel him digging into my hip but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was gratifying. My undergarments were ripped from my body and were both naked bodies, burning under the sun as a sacrifice to the gods. I wrapped my legs around his body as he slipped his hands between and rubbed my flesh, drenched by the sea and my own juices. With his mouth drinking from mine, he flicked a finger over my tiny bud, taking me by surprise and tearing another moan from my body. I moved with his fingers, pressing closer. I love he knows just where to touch me and how he knows to make me feel so good. His hand moved and he pressed into my womanhood, taking away some of the emptiness I felt. The warmth grew that I had deep in my belly. I could feel it pulsing, and I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew I didn't want it to stop. His fingers were making my body numb and before I could say anything I felt an... explosion take over my body. I gripped him hard with trembling fingers and my legs pulling him closer. It was as if something took over my body and I have no control, but I didn't even care. When I gained my breath back, he kissed me. "What was that? It was amazing." He smiled, "I'm pleased you liked it, my lady. Gaining the pleasure of a woman through her orgasm is the best reward." I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me again. As if reading my devilish mind, he once again touched my flesh, but this time it was different. This time it seemed softer and smoother. His hand held the shaft of his organ to the entrance of my body. "I will go slowly. You must tell me when to stop, or if I am hurting you." I nodded the consent of an eager virgin and felt him slowly glide inside my hole. Then came the pain of my skin breaking, my maidenhead tearing and my innocence ending. I am now a woman. I cried out with the majestic duo of pleasure and pain as he stopped and kissed the tear from my eye. "Are you alright?" he asked. His concerned look made me laugh. "I have never felt better in all my life. Don't stop, my love, please don't stop." He went slow at first, still filling me gingerly but as the pain left, I only felt the sensation of him inside pumping in and out of me. I chanted "harder" and "faster". Take my body, do what you will. I trust you. I love you. Our bodies met in a rhythm that we set together, bringing me once more to a wonderful orgasm that drove him to his own as I felt him coat the insides of my body with his creamy lust. He pulled me to him, cradling me to his body as the sea washed away our mixed spent passions and the blood of my youth. I felt like a child with a belly full of sweet, but I was no longer a child. I was a woman. Satisfied and happy. "Oh, I love you-", my mind went blank at my words. I love him but, what is his name? His name escapes me and when I look at him he smiles. "I love you too." The panic clearly showed on my face but he ignored it. Kissing me on my forehead he said, "Two more days. Only two more days left." ----------------- I awoke in my bed. The alarm hasn't shrilled yet and I have three more minutes before it goes off. Who is this man that haunts my subconscious?? All I know is that after two days this mystery better be solved. This throbbing between my legs needs a release. I turn off my alarm and temporarily satisfy myself. Forget to Remember Ch. 03 ***If you haven't read Forget to Remember Ch. 1 or 2, please do so before reading this one. It will make this story a lot yummier to read.*** * The walls of the dungeon dripped with blood and fear. Past prisoners' screams rang the cells and halls, bringing my body on full alert. When I open my eyes, my arms were bound above my head and I stand suspended in the center of a small jail cell. I looked down and saw my body, completely naked of clothes but covered in dirt and sweat. The strain on my arms brought my head back up just in time to see the door to the cell open and a masked man enter holding a whip. The mask was black and covered everything except holes for the nose to breathe and eyes to see. His chest was sculpted to impress with strong arms crossed over. Instead of drinking in his looks, I panicked at how hard that whip would hurt with his strength. I had no doubt in my mind that the whip was meant for me. I got as scared as a deer with approaching headlights coming at me. I knew the effort was pathetic but I tried talking. It ended up coming out as a whimper. "Please... why are you doing this?" The masked man was silent as he stood to one side to let someone else come in. This man had no mask, but his clothes told me more. He must be powerful and some form of royalty or high political standing. His tanned skin and features let me to think he was Middle Eastern, resting well under the gold suit and medals that were polished to a gleam. He was smirking, not smiling, at me as he struts into the cell looking like a solar eclipse in the dirt of my prison. A uniformed guard walked in behind him holding a large and intimidating sword. Maybe the whip was the lesser evil, and I sent up a silent prayer for the whip and not the sword. Tears began to fall in frighteningly fast rivers down my face, creating dirty streams all over my body front. The man chuckled and said in a strong Indian accent, "How many times have we been through this? Your tears are wasted emotions. They no longer work on me." He approached me and the sweet, spicy scent of his body hit me. The black hair was cut short, but the front fell in a wave over his forehead. The look in his eyes could only be described as one thing- evil. "For all the pain you caused, all the wars lost and all the people that have died for the revolution you started, you will be my slave. You will be my toy to do what I wish and the only alternative is death." He laughed and turned to the masked man. "Now, I want you to prepare her for what is to come. Give her a taste of what I expect. I think... ten lashing to start." Lashings?! Was he mad?! My pleas began once more as I cried but I was abruptly stopped when he yelled, "Silence!" With a nod of his head he signaled the masked man to go behind me. I pulled at my bonds despite knowing there was no way out. He stood for a moment with his hand on my shoulder and his face close to my ear. He whispered, "Forgive me," and delivered the first slash to my bare back. The pain was extraordinary as my skin took the hit without much of a fight. I had no way to fight it anyway. I know not what crimes I committed to deserve such treatment but the burning between my shoulder blades was brutal enough that it must have been horrible. With the second hit I screamed but stood still, not wanting to distress my body even more. By the third I could feel blood or sweat, maybe both, trickle down my back and between my bare cheeks. By the sixth I was all out of cries and my back was completely numb. I sat and took the rest like the slave he wanted me to be. When he was finished, the royal prick nodded his approval. "Good. You'll learn to live with it." Looking behind me he said, "Clean her up and tend her wounds. I want her fresh for tomorrow. I'll show her what it means to serve the king." With another diabolical laugh, the king walked out with his guard. I began weeping silently, not enough energy to spend on full tears. The masked man placed a hand on my hip, making me flinch back as if burned. When we heard the dungeon door seal the silence of the prison, he put his forehead on my shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not sure how much longer I can do this." I tense at his touch, scared of what he's going to do to me. He walks around my front, tossing the whip across the cell in anger. He abruptly took off the mask, tossing it aside with the whip and looked into my eyes. He was crying. His brown hair was pulled back with a small piece of string, but pieces fell out around his beautiful face and I knew instantly, I knew who it was. It was the one in my dream for the past few nites. My dream, my love, stood before me with sadness in his eyes when I know all I held inside was hope and love. "One more day, beauty. One more blessed day between us. After tomorrow, all will be taken, all with be shown, I promise." He cradled my face in trembling fingers and I began to shake in my bonds. "Untie me, please. I'm not sure how much more I can stand this." He kissed my lips, tasting our tears burnt into memories past. As he untied my wrists and ankles, he kept chanting, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," under his breath. When my arms were free, my body gave up the fight and I collapsed in his arms. But instead of feeling scared or sad, I felt safe with him. Inside I know he will take care of me as he has done all of these past weeks since my capture. He rests my sore body on a small bed towards the back of the cell, resting me on my side and facing me towards the wall. I heard water dripping and yelped as a kicked pup when I felt a frigid wet cloth on my back. "Please let me tend your wounds. It will make my soul feel better knowing I've tried to soothe horrible actions he made me do." There were so many questions I wanted to ask him- his name, who he was, what I'm doing here- but my strength was lost, soothed by the man tending my sore back. I must have drifted off for a moment, could have been hours but I opened my eyes and the cell wall looked at me like a dead end, suddenly there and nothing for me to do about it. How do I get out of this mess? With my mind reviewing the past sudden events, I cried out in frustration and felt two hands on my shoulders. "Shh..." Breath in my ear quieted me and I turned my body to see my dream looking at me with concern and compassion. Then, with my hands reaching for him, quickly melt to lust and desire. His bare chest rose and felt with a heavy sigh. "You're weak, my love. Lie still so I may take care of you." "No, I need you. I'm not sure how much time we have but all I know it that I only feel content and safe with you... inside me." The confession brought a boyish smile to his face and he said, "Well I'd hate to make you feel unsafe." I lay down on my back, inviting the pain from the cuts and bruises because it would be worth the pain to feel his body on top of mine; and it was amazing. His nude body covered mine, not caring where his pants went. When his lips finally came to mine, I kissed him quickly, hungry and anxious. He kissed me ferociously, breathing me in deep and running his hands up and down my body as if admiring a delicate sculpture. My body moved under him, pushing and pulling him to me. He slipped his arms behind me and pressed on my wounds making me scream out from the sudden burn. He pulled back as if the fire from my back came out and torched his own skin. He recoiled and sat up, his face shocked and upset. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I didn't mean..." I wiped the sudden tears that sprang from my eyes and gave him a watery smile. "No, it's okay. Come back to me and help me forget about the nightmare the King caused." He shook his head and held his outstretched hands to his chest. "I can't. I caused the pain and I won't forget." I sat up, impatient now and wanting the mesmerizing creature on top of me to give me what I need. "Then give me more pain, but pain I want, I ask for, I can use." His look of confusion and distress was making it worse. I grabbed his head and swore deep into his eyes. "Give me pain that I can turn to desire." I cocked my head to the side, exposing my neck to him- sweat dripped and veins bulging with my suspended anticipation. "Bite my skin." I could see his hesitation but I took my hands from his face and covered his chest with them, scraping my fingernails down and showing him what I mean. Eight red welts formed on his flesh and a sound came from him that can only be described as a growl. I looked at his hard erection, resting like a rod of heat on my stomach burning me through our skin. He liked it. With a devious grin on my face I said, "See what I mean?" I turned my head once more. "Bite me." He pounced on my body and pressed my wounded back to the bed once more as his assault on my neck started. He began kissing me roughly, breaths coming fast onto my skin and cooling the hot, wet flesh. It felt tremendously wonderful but it wasn't enough to take my mind away from the torture on my back. I whispered "Harder," to him and he began sucking on my skin, pulling it into his mouth in chunks and grazing his teeth over the flesh. "Harder!" And he did. He bit my flesh so hard I dug my nails into his back to hold on and not fall off the cot. His teeth burrowed my neck, sending every nerve shooting through my body at once. The way his bite hurt was different that those on my back, which was quickly forgotten. This brought a wave of heat through my bones making my core bubble and the juices boil inside. My lips dribbled out words to him- encouragement, love, desire, and need. He bit me again, this time on my breast and a little harder than the last one but I didn't tell him to stop, and he didn't. I looked down as he moved his mouth away and trailed fierce nibbles over my skin. His mouth left imprinted teeth marks over my left breast, red from the blood rush of the wound. I loved it. I writhed and burned with the pleasure. The sweat dripped off my hot body and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I pulled him to me in a quick movement, kissing his lips and feeling his teeth dig into my bottom lip. Stealing my mind with the kiss, I felt his erection touch between my thighs. When I opened for him, he pressed inside of me, slick and smooth as a well fitted glove. At that moment all the pain went away and not just the pain in my neck, or my back, but the pain in my heart and my soul. Everything inside of me went completely numb with the pleasure of our joined bodies. It made me feel so good that I just sighed and relaxed my muscles and limbs that have been wrapped tight around him in a boa constrictor's embrace. He asked me if I felt okay with concern dripping from each word. "Yes," I said as I began to move my hips. "Yes," I said as I pulled him closer to me. "Yes!" as he began moving with me. I scratched my fingers down his flesh again as I felt him bite my neck once more, delicately this time, just hard enough to feel good. The bed beneath us squealed with each press of our bodies into the stained mattress. "One more day..." he chanted for the past few minutes; the night before it was two. "What happens in one more day? What happens to us after tomorrow?" He smiled at me a smile of confidence and with one rough thrust I exploded inside my body with one rolling mind-numbing wave. I felt pins and needles through my skin all at once being pushed through only to be pulled back and laced through again. Each nerve in my body was tied into a knot, sending the orgasm through, over and over and never stopping. It was getting harder to breathe until finally he pulled out of my trembling body and poured the sweet cream of his own onto my stomach. The hot liquid felt so good on my skin and I lay still savoring the warmth and after shocks of my temporary sexual paralysis. He cradled me to his body and ran trembles through me again when he breathed in my ear. There was no where else in the world I could have wanted to be but hearing him gaining his breath back with his arms around me. "What happens in one more day?" He kissed me on the forehead and said, "You will know soon enough." I hugged him closer and said, "Can I ask one more thing?" "Of course, you may ask me anything you wish." He brushed a few pieces of hair from my eyes and traced the curve of my face with his fingertip. "What is your name?" He looked deep into my eyes, almost shocked at the request and debating on whether or not I can ask or that he can answer. "Nathaniel." --------- I woke in bed, tied up in my bed sheets, whispering "Nathaniel... Nathaniel..." over and over. The day after tomorrow? Will I have another dream? What will it compare to the rest? The past three have been intense and rising in pleasure. I hope for one more dream to satisfy me before getting out of bed to great the day. I look into the mirror and that's when I notice my neck. Teeth marks shape a large bruise on my skin. I pull my shirt down and find another on my breast. Was it a dream? Forget to Remember Ch. 04 The smoky air fills my nose and smells like sweet tobacco and spicy deception. The combination was so good that I took another deep breath before turning my head to the room. Music beat slowly with a dragging rhythm that set the calm mood perfectly. Women in short skirts with even shorter morals twirled their daringly short hair between dirty fingers. They speak in shallow whispers, exciting the men around them for a treat as they sip contraband liquor from spotted cups. The men all keep to a straight face to the women but we know how they feel. The desire perspires from their skin so that it coats the air. Thugs, criminals, and prostitutes dwell in the small room with only one door guarded fiercely by a tall man no one wants to mess with. They are my family. And this speakeasy, my home. I know all of the people in the room by name and don't have the faintest idea why or how I know them. I look down at myself and see the tightest and shortest red dress I have ever worn. My legs are covered in fishnet stockings and ice pick heels hugged my feet. I brushed my short brown hair behind my ear, worn shorter than I would normally wear it. I fit in with the other flappers with my dress; I was one of them. I rose from my stool at the bar and as I took a few steps, my arm was grabbed and I fell into someone's lap. A girly squeal escaped my lips before I could stop it and my arms wound around the neck of the owner in an instinctive move. "Cherry, baby. When you gon' let me taste how sweet you are?" Cherry? Who was Cherry? The man under me was old enough to be my father as he smiled at me and ran his hands over my waist. Something in his eyes made me feel comfortable and not mind his not-so-secret come on. "Now Eddie, you know the rules. I'm an independent woman and its Lady's Choice. You're just too sweet for me and I don't think my teeth can take it." He laughed a full robust laugh that warmed his face and put a twinkle in his chestnut eyes. In a whispering voice he said, "So who does this lady have her eyes set on?" As soon as he said it, the guard at the door stepped aside and made my way for another member. The crowd quieted it's already secretive murmur to see who it is. The black fedora covered his eyes in shade and his well fit pinstripe suit had the collar up to cover his face, but everyone knew who it was. One girl strolled up in her black skirt, swishing her hips and smiling brighter than the fire burning in the hearth. Ginger strode next to him and curled her body into his. "Nathaniel, it's been a while since you've come to the Gatsby. Looking for a little companionship?" She ran her brightly painted fingertips over his chest and his smile peered over the upturned collar. "Maybe I am. But you're a little too spicy for me, Ginger." His eyes wandered a bit as he tilted his head and scanned the room. When they rested on me, my heart skipped a beat and arms around Eddie tightened. Nathaniel said, "I'm looking for something a little sweeter." Before patting her cheek and walking over to the bar. I felt Eddie's breath on my ear as he said, "Easy, Cherry. You need to play 'hard to get' a little harder. The men pay for the hunt as much as the prize at the end." I composed myself and smiled at Eddie. "You don't need to worry about me, sugar. You know better than anyone here that I'm the sneakiest prey in the jungle." He kissed my cheek and said, "Oh, I know. But that man right there is one of the best hunters in the jungle I know. He chooses his prey wisely. Be careful with that one." He patted my bottom companionably and I stood up from his lap. He grabbed his scarf and hat before saying goodbye and leaving through the back door. Nathaniel took off his hat and rested it on the bar next to a glass of beer. His dark hair was combed just right, letting it curl behind his ears with a few strands falling over his eyes. Those eyes were deep blue pools, hypnotic to stare and wonderment to my own. I was staring at him. He smiled and I cleared my throat before he tipped his head back. The signal for me to come over. I hesitated for a minute. Nathaniel is desired deeply among all of the flapper girls here at the Gatsby and he never asks for one. He has been a game between us girls who will get him first. It would make everyone jealous if they knew that I've been the winner for a few weeks, but every time we're together it's new, fresh, exciting- and completely secret. And falling in love with him was the most dangerous thing in the world for me to do. Nathaniel is dangerous. I don't know much about him but I know he must be dangerous. He carries himself in a cocky manner and has been known to associate himself with the most dangerous and slickest of characters. It's still a mystery how he knew about our elite gathering. I put on my best smile and walked my best walk towards him. My desire for him deeply concealed and channeled to work him as we were meant to. My body knew what he could give me and waited patiently. Like the prey of a deadly animal. "Evenin', stranger. Buy me a drink?" He signaled to the tender and said, "Whatever the lady wants." Without moving my eyes from his I asked for a brandy. "That drink has a strong kick for such a little lady. Sure you can handle that?" When the bartender came back, instead of savoring every explicit sip, I kicked back the whole glass in one gulp and smiled at him. The liquid warmed my bones and ran through me quickly. "I can handle more than you think, sugar." He signaled for a refill for me and himself. We sat in silence for a few moments as our drinks were refreshed. The air sizzled between us and our gazes were pulled towards each other. I wanted him with as much desperation as I did the first time we were together. I wanted his rough hands to ravage me and his soft lips to soothe me. I leaned close to him, knowing my perfume would hit his nose and when he would turn his head to look at me, the low dive of my dress put my assets on full display. I let my voice purr into his ear as I said, "So what brings you to the Gatsby tonite? Anything I can help you with tonite?" He turned his head, just like I wanted, at just the right moment that I anticipated, and it brought our faces to a close embrace. Instead of reeling him in, I felt myself losing and getting reeled to him in return. I felt the breath of his mouth hit my face, cooling the heat of my brandy lips. "I came here for the music, the drink," he lifted his glass in salute, "And the company." His gaze rolled over me, back to meet my face. "I bet you could help me with all three if you put your mind to it," His fingertips reached out and grazed my cheek, "If you really wanted to." With my blood pumping his name and my entire being filled with desperation for him, I couldn't deny that I wanted to. "I may be able to meet those standards. Why don't you follow me and we'll keep each other company." I stood up from the bar, meeting Ginger's eyes, seeing the anger boiling in her gaze because now she knows I won. I was going in the back with Nathaniel. My nerves were vibrating through my body when I pushed aside a curtain, showing a dimly lit hallway. The hall led to our "offices". By past memories I know my room is the third door in. The door opened easily and shut just as well when we entered the dark room. A small candle in the corner was always lit in my private room, just as the sofa was always whisked and the small table was always dusted to a polish. The walls were papered with tiny rosebuds that matched the roses that always sat on the table next to the record player that was turned on when I stepped in. The smooth jazz filled the small area like a soothing floodgate being opened. Immediately being consumed by sweet notes and musical promises. I strolled casually into the room, trying to hide the fact that my body was tense with the anticipation. The table had a decanter with I had filled with a sweet wine, the best I could afford. As I walked to get a glass, the door shut with a small click that was followed by another of the lock to keep prying souls out. After the lock as secure, I immediately felt his hands on my shoulder and my body shuddered in relief. His fingertips were rough but warm on my bare flesh. Something cool and deliciously soft trailed over my bare neck and brought a small moan out from deep in my throat. When I felt the coolness cover my face, I knew it was a silk scarf. It was a present from a lonely widower whose wife of thirty-five years died. He confessed to me that he missed being held and so I would lay with him in my arms as he talked about her. I would ask him questions about her as he would trail his fingers up and down my arms and tell me how beautiful she was. As a present, he sent me a glorious silk scarf from India. It smelled of hot nites and exotic passions when I felt it tighten over my eyes. His breath was a hot wish in my ear, "I want you to feel. Tonite, I just want you to feel everything you can." His hands resting on my naked shoulders took a trail over my arms, delicately teasing me until he stopped at my wrists. He held my hands and guided my body until my pelvis pressed blindly against the back on the sofa with my hands resting onto the top. Nathaniel stood at my back, always touching, always tempting. The need and desire I felt for him was pooling in my mouth like a piece of candy just out of reach. "Tell me what you feel." he said as he pressed against my back and laid his lips just over the skin on my neck. I bit my lip and held a cry back. "Tell me." When I finally could find my voice it was weak and breathless. "I feel your mouth." "Where?" "On my neck. I can feel your lips pressing onto my skin, so soft and smooth. Your kisses always start like that." "Can you feel my kisses anywhere else?" His hands stilled on my hips and his mouth pulled away but I could still feel him. "My mouth. You taste sweet and you're not delicate anymore. You're rough and forceful, kissing me almost like a punishment." He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back hard, clamped his mouth over mine. It happened so quickly I had not time to react but even if I did, I wouldn't have stopped him. His oral assault was so powerful and delectable and his strong hand was still clamped onto my hair; both combined to make my body still and the desire pool between my legs. He broke the kiss and I gasped for air, taking in breath after breath of the secret room and our mixed needs. I could smell his emotions, how much he wanted me, and the musty scent of his cologne. His mouth didn't stop. He kissed any flesh he could find, tossing my head to whatever angle suited his need. I felt his groin pressing against mine, his erection grinding into my back, making me grin with satisfaction. He broke away for a moment and caught his breath. Movement softly on my back before my dress fell to the floor. I stood holding onto the sofa, in my brassiere, garter-belt and stockings. A cool breeze trailed over my hot flesh, bringing goose bumps in an army over my body. "Now what can you feel?" "I can feel your fingers," a gasp, "your hands," a groan, "your palms." His fingers were dancing over the flesh spilling over my brassiere that I wear tight enough to suffocate but to display myself to the best advantage. In a practiced move, he tore the tight expensive fabric away without a second thought and filled his skilled hands with my breasts. His rough palms teased my nipples and he pulled me closer to his body, feeling the line of his entire being cupped against me like a spoonful of sugar. His name came out of my mouth in a soft whimper as I felt one of those devilish hands graze my stomach before cupping the drenched delicate flesh below. "Now..." he growled, "what can you feel?" His repeated request was met with a new answer. "My core. Each muscle inside is trembling for you, Nathaniel. Please... Touch me." I felt the delicate twitching of his body behind me and knew my bold request turned him on like a light. I always knew how to treat my men but this one, this one is different. Each time we are together it's something different. It's an arousing experience to discover knew ways to make your love hot with a word, a caress, or even a look into his eyes. I thought of the look he gave me at the bar and how much I loved seeing his eyes turn rich and thick with arousal. I thought of them still when his fingers glided into my slit, thick with my churned syrup, hot with the need he churns in me. His fingers opened me up and I reached behind me to undo his pants. I didn't want him to stop. The slightest dip, the hardest press, each touch drove me wild and I didn't want the ride to end. I pressed my naked ass to him in a royal offering and his fingers moved reluctantly away but were replaced by his erection. One. Hard. Fuck. And I screamed. It felt glorious, like a smooth blade that was wrapped in cashmere and sheathed inside of me. It felt like home. It felt like a warm blanket on a rainy day. It felt like heaven. I wanted him inside me forever slamming into me with a tattoo of thrusts. He grunted, "Tell me, tell me," into my ear before kissing the back of my neck, place only he knows that can drive me wild. "You. I feel you." The building and construction inside, a monument of pleasure about to be demolished in one nard hit. "I feel you, Nathaniel. Only you. I love you." With that last admission cried from my mouth I knew I've uttered that many times but when I said it this time, I knew it was the first time I meant it. The silk scarf was whipped from my eyes and I turned my face to look at him. He was blinking his eyes fast and his mouth was gaped. I knew he did that right before he came. He was so close, but I wanted to hear it. "Tell me, Nathaniel." He managed a smile and said, "I love you. I could never love anyone more." With one last thrust I fell over the back of the sofa and came so hard, so long, so smooth. My life began and ended with tat orgasm. Each muscle in my body exploded and slowly reconstructed itself. His teeth latched onto my back and we came together, fit together like a puzzle solved and rewarded. Our breaths slowed and out bodies caught the feeling back into them. He held me close and laid us both on the floor- the closest flat surface. "You're fading and leaving me once more, but I want you to know I love you. I need you to believe me." Fading? What was he talking about? "I'm right here, Nathaniel. I'm never leaving you." He smiled and the smile looked painful. "We will be together again, I promise. But you have to believe me." He was scaring me. I didn't want him to leave. "There is a park behind your house. Your take walks there sometimes. When you wake up, go for a walk and see what comes out of this beautiful day." I closed my eyes that burned with tears and as I slowly opened them, I was tossed into my bed, weeping and alone. I was taken from this dream so fast and so hard that my chest hurt and I couldn't breathe. "Go for a walk..." Almost as if he was in the room, Nathaniel's words swam in my thoughts. Go for a walk? Okay.