6 comments/ 27245 views/ 8 favorites Romancing Jan By: Paniolo Boy College for me was a time of growing up in a lot of ways. Academically, I learned a lot through the classes I enrolled in. Socially, how to get a long with a lot of people from different walks of life. Spiritually, I adopted a set of values that continue to serve me well to this very day. And personally, I learned a lot about myself; what was important to me and what wasn't. College was also a period of time where I learned a lot about the opposite sex and where guys, and where, specifically, "I" fit in the grand scheme of things. This is a story of the latter subject. I was the 2nd of two boys in my family. All through high school, I was one of the so called "nerds." Did well academically however was mediocre when it came to relationships. Not that I didn't date, however my dates never went anywhere. I had a couple of girl friends however we never took it beyond holding hands and the occasional kissing with closed lips. I enjoyed their company however I always knew that I was expected to go on to college. My parents made sure that thought was firmly planted in my noggin. As were most of the girl friends that I dated. We were all so thoroughly brainwashed. So long term relationships were not in the cards. When it came time to decide on where to go to college, I decided that I needed a complete change of scenery otherwise history might repeat itself and I would remain a nerd the rest of my life. Most of my classmates and friends were ending up staying in-state, going to the local university. If I did the same, I would probably end up with the same circle of friends and guess what, déjà vu all over again. So off I went to San Francisco. My freshman year was interesting. Learning to live in a new town, new community, dorm life, and a new school campus. Adapting to college life and the differences in teaching. My first year went by in a blur! Luckily I did reasonably well and made the dean's list. That meant that I could live off campus if I wanted. Which I did. Living in a dorm with 50 other people on the same floor and eating cafeteria food were some of the things that I was looking forward to not doing. I decided to stay in town over the summer and work. At the same time, make the move into an apartment that a fellow student was giving up and had referred to me. It was small and clean, close to campus, and most importantly, fit my budget. So, I was more or less settled in by the time that my sophomore year started. My second year was also a turning point for me socially, as I met my dream girl that fall. It was at the start of the year dance for the sophomore class which was held the first weekend after classes started. Although my "nerdiness" had resulted in my wall-flower social status all the years leading up to this year, I figured that I had nothing to loose by attending. If nothing else, it would at least give me an opportunity to knock back a couple of brews and find some buddies from last year. Besides, if I didn't do something different for a change I would have no one to blame for being stuck in a social rut besides myself. So I went stag (not that I had a date to take anyway) and walked into the gym building where the dance was being held. I walked up to the reception table to pay my entry fee and came face to face with a most amazing gal. She couldn't have been more than 5' 4" tall, straight black hair that fell to her shoulders, slender, perhaps no more than 100 pounds, with smallish breasts. But her best feature was her smile. She could light up the city of San Francisco if they could ever figure out how to harness its brilliance. To say that I was intrigued by this person would be putting it mildly. "Hi, I'm here for the dance," I said as I forked over my $5. "Hi, my name's Jan," she said as she took my $5 and gave me two ticket scripts. "You can use the script to get either two soft drinks or one beer. After that, you'll need to buy more script if you intend to buy more drinks. So can I sell you another $20 in script?" she asked? "Oh," I asked? "Think that I'll be needing that much script?" "Definitely if you intend to buy me a drink or two," she said as she smiled at me and took my $20. "So what do they call you?" Her reply had me in a daze! Did she just ask me to spend some time with her? This doesn't just happen to nerds like me! "Oh, sorry, the names Quentin; but Quin works better." I told her. "And I would definitely like to buy you a drink or two, perhaps three or more?" I smiled back at her. "We'll see," Jan smirked back at me. "I'm going to shut down this table in about 30 minutes so why don't you come looking for me about that time?" she asked. "Sounds like a plan," I smiled back at her. I thought to myself that this year may have potential after all! I walked into the gym and scanned the room. The music was blaring and the lighting was turned down. There were perhaps 300 or more people there already. I could see that a lot of the guys were eyeing up all of the good looking girls there. And the good looking girls were doing likewise to the good looking guys! You could see the hormone levels in the building jump each time a new person walk into the room as everyone checked them out and vice versa. It was like high school all over again! I went to the bar and got me a beer and figured that Jan would probably be closing the reception table shortly so I got her a wine spritzer at the same time. I was hoping that it was a safe drink to order. By the time I had our drinks in hand and left the bar, it was almost time to get Jan so I walked over to the reception area. The table was deserted by the time I got there so I figured that I had been stood up. Well, it wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. So I turned around and promptly bumped into her! Good thing I didn't spill the drinks on her! "Hey, big guy! There you are! I thought you forgot about me," Jan said. "No way would I forget a cutie like you!" I replied. And she blushed. I liked that. I handed her the wine spritzer, "hope that you like this but we can change it if you don't." After taking a quick sip, Jan pronounced that it was a concoction fit for consumption. I held my hand out to her and she took it, looking up at me and smiling as she did so. We walked back into the gym and found an empty table to sit at. We spent the next hour talking about who we were and where we came from. Jan came from a small town north of San Francisco. Her family lived on a small farm that had been in her family for several generations. Her father was a veterinarian and mom was a school teacher. A younger brother was still in high school. Like me, she was a sophomore and considered herself to be an "ok" student but no where close to being a rocket scientist! She had been active in high school and liked to be involved in projects and activities. She claimed that they made life interesting for her. As a freshman, she had gotten involved in putting on socials for our class so was immediately volunteered by others to help put together this evening's event. "Hey, wanna dance?" I asked her as a familiar tune started. "Sure, that's why they call this a dance!" she replied. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor that had been continuously packed the whole time. We managed to insert ourselves into that crowd of wriggling bodies and were having a great time through three fast numbers when the music tempo slowed dramatically. Couples paired up as I reached for Jan's hand to stay on the dance floor with me. Jan smiled as she placed her other hand on my shoulder and I put my free hand on her back. As we swayed with the music, I was mesmerized by Jan's presence. The light touch of her hands in mine and on my shoulder. Her smile as we looked in each other's eyes. The soft curve of her hips. The light fragrance of her perfume. I bent down and kissed her cheek which caused Jan to pull back slightly, give me an appraising look, then lay her head on my shoulder as she sighed and kissed my neck. It was a delightful evening. We held hands on the walk back to her dorm that evening. After exchanging phone numbers, I caressed her cheek and slowly kissed her soft lips. I heard a soft moan and wasn't sure if that was Jan or me. That soft kiss was followed by another. I felt Jan's lips part as her tongue searched for mine. As our tongues met and caressed each other, I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her firmly into my embrace. That smoldering kiss left my mind spinning! I guess Jan was feeling the same way as we both took deep breathes and smiled at each other. Quiet good nights were said as Jan went into her dorm. The next day was Sunday and Jan and I got together that afternoon. We spent the time studying together at the campus library. Even though it wasn't date, I found myself enjoying our time together immensely. We followed that with a quiet dinner at her dorm cafeteria and adjourned to her room for some time to ourselves. I can't recall exactly what we did, only that it involved a lot of holding each other and kissing, and quiet conversation. That weekend set the tone for our relationship for the next several months. We would get together after classes, studying at the library, have dinner together, then go to her dorm room. We had become an exclusive couple. As October approached, Jan became wrapped up with the homecoming dance. She and her group began to plan out the evening's festivities and naturally I was yanked into the fray. Not that I was complaining. Far from it. I found it fun and it allowed me to spend more time with Jan. And, I found that we worked well together. The night of the dance, Jan had us working the registration table. I guess that's her niche. She had everything organized. Quite a simple operation. Student ID, pay your fee, pay for your drink tickets, and you're good to go! We were out there for two hours before we shut the table down and joined the dance ourselves. We grabbed a couple of drinks from the nearest bar and found a fairly clean table to sit down at. As we got seated, the DJ put on a tune that we really liked. Jan bounced off of her chair and led us to the dance floor where we gyrated through the next couple of songs as well! Then he settled into a nice and easy slow tune that allowed us time to gather our collective breath. Jan moved into my embrace with a practiced ease as we moved slowly to the music. As our lips met, she tightened our embrace as she placed both of her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. I could feel her breasts as she pushed them into my chest. I couldn't help but respond as my hormones left no doubt as to the level of my excitement! My tongue flicked her lips which parted to let her tongue explore mine. Jan moaned and rubbed her stomach against my hardness which confirmed her excitement as well! The song ended too soon for our liking. We walked hand in hand back to our table however by that time it had been claimed by others. Well that's what happens at dances. We picked up our drinks and found a free table in a back corner of the gym however there was only one chair there. I told Jan to have a seat and that I could kneel next to her or sit on the table. However she would have none of that and told me that she would sit on my lap instead. So I sat down and she sat down in my lap. It actually made conversation a lot easier as we were in each other's face. It also made it a lot easier to grab an occasional kiss which we ended up doing a lot. In fact, as the night progressed, we did a lot more kissing than talking. After awhile, Jan started rubbing her butt into my crotch. "You keep on doing that and you're going to create a problem!" I warned her. "And what would that problem be?" she teased back. My stiffy was returning with a vengeance as she ground her butt into my crotch. "Hhhmmmmm, this seat just got bumpy…..I wonder why?" Jan smirked at me as she teased me to no end! To get even and get her hot and bothered like me, I placed a hand on her thigh and slowly moved it under her dress. She jumped slightly when my hand touched her thigh, then she stared into my eyes, unsure of whether to allow me to go further or to stop my progress up her thigh. My hand continued to slide slowly over her thigh. Just before I reached her crotch Jan placed her hand on mine effectively stopping me from going further. "Not here," Jan said in a hushed and breathless voice. "Later….." Then Jan gave me a hot, passionate kiss that lasted forever! That back corner table worked out quite well. As the dance wound down, we left to walk Jan back to her place. As we had to walk past my apartment on the way to her dorm, I invited her up for a look-see at the place and a night cap. I gave Jan the grand tour which probably took all of 5 minutes. As we passed my bathroom, she excused herself to freshen up. I returned to the kitchen and poured us both glasses of white wine. I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and was sipping on my wine when she returned. As I started to rise up to hand her a glass of wine, she stopped me and made me sit back down. Jan then straddled my lap, partially lifting her dress in the process to make it easier for her to do so. "Now where were we?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. "Mmmmmm I think we were kissing and I was feeling your leg up," I replied as I placed my hand back on her thigh and discovered that she had taken her nylons off. Hmmm, interesting. I slowly caressed the bare, smooth skin of her thigh as we continued to kiss and duel with our tongues. I moved my hand further up her thigh until I reached the point where she previously stopped me. I broke our kiss and looked into her eyes, seeking her approval to move up to her crotch. She looked back into my eyes and held my gaze as my fingers move forward and then touched her bare pussy! Jan had also taken off her panties in the bathroom! If I wasn't hard enough before, I was hard enough to drive nails now! "Oh Jan!" I moaned as we kissed again and again. My fingers slowly rubbed her slit up and down as she became wetter and wetter. My other hand found her breast and started to caress her nipple through her blouse. "That feels so good," Jan moaned as she moved forward to grind her crotch into my hardness. I reached behind her to unbutton her dress which she lifted off and left in a pile leaving her only in her bra. I unbuttoned her bra and leaned back in the chair as Jan held her bra to her breasts, then slowly let them drop to reveal a pair of firm, perky breasts with small, hard brown nipples that longed for attention. I kissed them softly and swiped her nipples with my tongue. I could hear Jan's breathing become labored as she held my lips to her breasts. She unbuttoned my shirt and helped me to remove it. She then unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, then lifted off of me as I shucked my pants and underwear off leaving my stiffy pointing skyward. Jan smiled as my hard cock sprung from my underwear. I'm not necessarily the biggest guy in the world however I'm not small either. Jan straddled me again with my cock trapped between her pussy and my stomach. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her into a tight embrace. I reveled in the feeling of her hard breasts against my chest. And the coarseness of her pubic hair against my dick and stomach made me tingle. Our breathing had advanced to short, forced breaths as we both couldn't get enough of each other's kisses. "Oh Quin…..I want you so much…." Jan whispered to me as she hugged me even tighter than before. I cupped her breasts and softly caressed them as she moaned into my mouth. I could feel her arousal from the moisture that her pussy was spreading on my cock as she rubbed herself up and down my hard shaft! "Please take me….make me yours forever……." Jan whimpered. I cupped her ass as I lifted her and stood, and walked us to the bedroom. I laid her down in the middle of my bed and moved to her side. As we continued to kiss, I continued to minister to her breasts; softly caressing them and rolling her nipples which had become hard and pronounced! I moved down to suckle her nipples which caused Jan to gasp with pleasure. As I sucked one then the other nipple, I moved my fingers down to her pussy and softly pleasured her. First palming her mound then slowly running my finger tips along her labia. Jan moaned louder as she moved her hips from side to side. As I began to lay a trail of kisses down her stomach Jan whispered, "where are you going?" I could see that she didn't expect what I was to do next as I clamped my mouth down on her pussy's lips and tongued her slit! She practically exploded off the bed! "OH GAWD!" she shrieked as her hands and thighs held my head tightly to her womanhood. I cupped her ass in both of my hands as I continued to lick her slit then push my tongue as far into her vagina as I could. "OH Shit! Don't stop! Oh! Oh!" Jan went on and on as she trembled and experienced a strong orgasm. I found her clit at last and gave it a series of light swipes with my tongue then claimed it with my lips. Jan screamed and went stiff as a board! Her love juices spilled from her wet pussy as I tried to lap up as much of it as possible. As she came down from her high, her thighs relaxed and I moved over her and kissed her again. "I want you inside me… please make love to me…..." She moaned as she reached for my hard cock and rubbed me against her slit, moistening the head of my cock in the process. She positioned me at her entrance and I slowly began to push my way into her tight velvet heat! "Oh Jan…." I moaned "I love you.…" I told her as I moved slowly into her hot and wet pussy until I hit her hymen. I hadn't realized that she was a virgin, but then so was I. "Please, do it quickly…" she whispered as she held me tightly, "I love you…." as she kissed me passionately again. As our tongues dueled, I pushed deeply into her and past her virginity. She flinched then held me tightly with her eyes closed. I stopped moving until she opened her eyes. I searched for signs of pain however all I saw was her love for me. We made love several times that night, each time better than the last. We woke about mid day and made love again. Our lives changed that weekend. Jan moved in with me that week and we've been together since. We've had our ups and downs however our love for each other has seen us through every time. They say that there are several events in one's marriage where the bonds are tested. The first is getting married; having to tackle all of the things that need to be done. The second is building your first home. And the third is raising the kids that follow. All I can say is that we met each challenge together and never doubted our love for each other. We made a pact early on to never go to bed angry with each other. If we had an argument, we left it outside our bedroom doors. Not always easy to do but a promise that we made to each other early in our relationship. In fact a funny thing happened the first time that our pact was tested. We had a major argument that evening and we were still angry as we cleaned up and prepared to go to bed. As we got to our bedroom door, I reached over to take Jan's hand and turned her around to me. I saw her anger in her face as she turned to me. I cupped her face in my hands and softly kissed her lips before she could do anything. "Remember our promise to ourselves?" I asked? "That we would never go to bed angry with each other?" "Yes, but don't push it," she warned me as she slowly smiled and kissed me back. Perhaps it was fueled by the passion of our earlier argument. Our lovemaking that night was filled with lust! I pounded into her as she screamed for me to fuck her harder and harder! Jan must have had several orgasms back to back as she clawed my back to get me deeper and deeper into her pussy! We both called in sick the next day and stayed in bed making love to each other. Romancing Jan Last night we celebrated our thirtieth wedding anniversary with our kids and their spouses. Calling it an early night, we wound the celebration down by 9:00 pm and left for our home. Jan and I made love until the sun started to rise. I woke up around mid-day with Jan's back spooned to my front, with my semi-hard cock still partially embedded in her pussy. We must have been so tired that we didn't move at all. The room's a mess and so is the bed. But who cares when we're lying there with the one we love. Oh, oh. She's up and playing with my cock again. I don't think we're going to leave our bedroom for awhile………. Romancing John Cly My knees, wobbly already, threaten to give out from under me. I've never done that to Sydney, and she's never asked me to, let alone commanded me to. I can see what's going on now, but I can't decide if this is all good or bad. What exactly are Sydney's intentions? If she wanted sex, why not just give it up? "Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet," she says in an entirely unnerving tone, "I own you." Her words chill me to my very core. I own you. I'm suddenly reminded of primitive man, clubbing his woman over the head and dragging her back to the cave. I can still feel the tingle of her heavy-handed slaps on my cheek. My, how times have changed. Sydney lets loose her grip on my hair once again, and I pray this will be the last time. I should be okay as long as I can manage to keep my stupid mouth shut. She pulls me to the bedroom by the ropes binding my wrists; I trail behind her feeling like a scolded puppy. After all, that's what I am now, isn't it? I can't believe this. Sydney is ruining The Big Book of John Clay, she's practically taking the son of a bitch and throwing it on the fire, and I have no choice but to let her. My book, my big wonderful leather-bound book I've clung to for so many years, through so many relationships, now useless. All because I let this little bitch tie me up and smack me around. As my mind wanders, she jerks me into the bedroom, and I realize the room is glowing with dozens of candles. At the center of the room is Sydney's four-poster bed, delicate sheer material hanging all around it. Sydney has impeccable style, but I'm suddenly aware of how dangerous this bed is to me. Four posts, plenty of ways to get tied down. Can I escape? Dare I even try? Do I want to escape? "Sit down," Sydney commands me sharply, and this time I'm smart enough to listen. There's a small wooden chair across from the bed, and I put my ass in it almost as soon as the words leave her lips. Now that we're in the light, I can see her clearly. She's like an angel in devil's clothing, and I barely recognize her. Her golden blonde hair is streaked with crimson red highlights, her lips coated with blood red lipstick, her eyes darkened with thick mascara. Sydney never wears makeup. She sits down on the edge of the bed across from me, eyeing me up and down. Her shapely legs spread, and she runs a black-nailed hand from her calf up to her thigh casually as she watches me. "You never answered me properly," she purrs, "do you like this?" "Yes… uh, yes, Mistress." Her hand continues up her bare thigh to the strip of black leather between her legs. I watch her fingers as they lightly caress the smooth material, pressing a little harder with each pass until a light sigh escapes her lips. My eyes travel up to her mouth, where her teeth gently bite her bottom lip. Her crystal blue eyes are still fixed on me. "I love touching myself like this," she whispers. "Would you like to touch me?" "God yeah, Syd--" but I'm interrupted again as she darts forward again, her hand palm lashing against my face again. There's going to be a hell of a bruise there tomorrow morning. That is, if I ever see tomorrow morning. Sydney's eyes are flaring again, her breath heavy. "This is going to take forever if you don't smarten up and learn your lesson, stupid little swine." I reel for a moment from the impact. Jesus Christ, it was hard, she's really, really serious. For a split second, I stupidly wonder if I get a safety word... "I'm sorry, Sy--Mistress, I'm sorry," I manage to sputter, my mind swimming in shock and confusion. How far is she going to take this? My face is already throbbing at the hand of the very same woman who caressed it lovingly only last night. Who the hell is this girl? "Would you like to touch me," Sydney repeated, in a much firmer tone of voice this time. "Yes, Mistress, very much." It's becoming easier to call her 'Mistress' now because any semblance of the Sydney I once knew has faded. She was right, the sweet little Southern girl isn't here any longer; she's been replaced by this woman who--yes, I'll admit it now--scares the living shit out of me. "Very good, you're learning. Maybe you're not so stupid after all." She slowly moves back to the bed, pushing aside the curtain. I watch her every movement from the quick graceful flitter of her fingers to the subtle flex of the muscles in her smooth legs as she crawls into the bed. Without another word, she lays back and her fingers immediately return to her leather-clad pussy. My mouth, I can't help but notice, waters almost uncontrollably as her fingers press into leather, trying to reach the flesh behind it. Breaking her gaze for the first time, Sydney—my mistress—drops her head back, her blue eyes squeezing shut, her lips opening to breath a sigh of pleasure. A strong tingle of lust flares deep in my stomach, though it's different from what I've known before. I don't want to just throw her down and fuck her… deep down, I want her to take over me. I want this night to go too far. Her fingers skillfully slip beneath the leather between her legs and press against her body. Her cries become louder and more hungry as she pleasures herself, but in a heartbeat, she pulls her fingers away and sits up to fix me with those piercing eyes. Without breaking her gaze, she draws a wet finger to her mouth, deliberately spreading a bit of her moisture on her bottom lip. In a second, her tongue slips out to taste her own silky juices. Then she smiles at me, a smile both inviting and devious. "Do you want to taste me, little swine? Have you ever tasted country pussy? Do you want to taste your sweet little Southern girl?" "Yes, Mistress, please." "Tastes like honey," she says softly, once again raising her hand to her lips, her tongue sliding along her fingers. My heart thunders in my chest. Never have I wanted anything so badly. She slowly turns and kneels, facing away from me. Leaving her beautifully curved ass in the air, she lays her head on a pillow. Her hand snakes between her legs, rubbing the warm spot between her thighs. This is a show for me now, to torture me, and it's working. I can feel my cock throbbing wildly in my pants and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. "Ask me for it," she whispers just loud enough for me to hear, "no, don't ask me, beg me." "Please, Mistress… " Dear God, Mistress, please, I'll do anything, I'll give myself to you completely, do with me what you want, just please let me have it. No, I'm not ready for that yet, damn it. It'll take more than a taste of pussy to break John Clay, I swear it. She turns over again and sits gazing at me. It's her eyes, I don't know if I can take the stare of those blue eyes anymore. Before they were just pretty, now they're… hungry. "I think you're holding back on me, John Clay," she says skeptically. "Say it again. Tell me what you want." "Please, Mistress," I say, trying to keep my voice from wavering, "please, I just want to taste you." "That'll have to do for now. Stand up. Come here." I stand, a little unevenly considering my legs are all but ready to go out from under me. My mistress gazes at my crotch in amusement. "My, you are enjoying yourself, aren't you? Come here." I approach the bed slowly as she crawls towards me. She reaches out her hands and stops me at the edge of the bed. In a moment, she has my pants unbuckled and is sliding them down to the floor. There's no hiding from her any more as my cock stands at full attention before her. She licks her red lips, then gently slides them over the very tip of my head. The sensation sends electricity all through my spine, but it stops almost immediately as she pulls away. "Don't think I'm going to make this easy, dearest. I know how easy you think I am—" "No—" "Don't try to argue. I know what you think about me. You think I can be bought, or swindled, or charmed. You think that's what today is about, give the little girl some pretty jewelry on Valentine's Day and she's yours forever… " her soft hand moves to grasp my cock, her slender fingers wrapping around the shaft, an incredibly possessive action, but almost comforting nonetheless. "Well, John, don't think that this night is a reward for your behavior. This night is for you to learn." She lets go of me and lies back on the bed. As I suddenly realize I've never seen anything more than the smallest portion of her breasts, she begins to strip. She slides the straps of her leather teddy over her shoulders, slowly moving the rest of the outfit down her body. Her body… her body is flawless, smooth skin with a slight tan, firm, round breasts, a tight stomach… her hands reach her waist, then continue to move the teddy down. I can see even in the dim glow of the candlelight that her pussy is entirely shaved. Her moist lips are smooth and curved, and the tiniest hint of pink shows through, just enough to make my mouth water once again. My mistress throws the leather outfit to the floor and leans back against her pillows, her legs spread invitingly. "Do you like it?" "Very much… Mistress… " my voice is barely holding up anymore. "I've wanted to show you for months now, but I knew you'd never appreciate it until I did something truly drastic. Now you'll learn to appreciate every last inch of this body. Kneel down, now." I do as she says. She turns away from me once again, on her hands and knees, offering up her delicious rear. I lean forward slowly, not wanting to seem to eager, knowing how eager I really am. I think she knows as well, she has to. She knows she has me under her control now, but I won't let her break me. Not yet… I press my face between her thighs, taking in the scent of her musk. It's delicious and intoxicating, and now it clouds my head, making me forget that I'm a prisoner to her desires. Now, her desires are mine. As my tongue slips deftly between her thighs, she almost immediately releases a moan of pleasure. Her legs spread to allow her to open herself to me, and I slide my tongue along the soft flesh of her inner labia, savoring the taste of her juices. Like honey. She was right. I continue to tease her with the jabbing motion of my tongue, but she reaches blindly with her hand to take hold of my hair, pulling me even closer to her. Another wordless sound escapes her lips, and she need not say anything to me. I press my tongue into her deeply, probing for the hard nub of her clit. The taste of her untouched country pussy and the scent of her sex fill my head once again, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I've gone down on many women in my time, but this is different. I want to taste every inch of her, not just to make her come, but to make her come over and over and over… She presses back against me as if trying to fill herself up with my tongue. A loud cry passes through her lips as I gently suckle her clit, and I can feel her inner muscles clenching as the first orgasm strikes her. As her body shivers with pleasure, I run my tongue upwards, along the wet slit of her pussy, to the puckered hole above it. I flicker my tongue over the spot lightly, and for my effort, I'm rewarded with a cry of passion louder than any I've ever heard. I've pleased my mistress. Her breath coming in heavy waves, she pulls away from me, collapsing face down onto the bed. She turns her head to cast a sideways glance at me, her red-streaked hair tousled lightly. Her face, her entire body, is flush with excitement. I've never seen her look so enticing. But I won't touch her until she says. "That was wonderful, my love," she says breathlessly as I kneel reverently before her. "You should be rewarded for that." She pushes herself towards me on the bed, and takes hold of the ropes around my wrists. To my surprise, she undoes the knot and begins unwinding the ropes that have bound me so securely. "I'll only untie you for a few moments," she says, a tone of contempt creeping into her voice, "but if you even think about trying anything… " "No, Mistress," and I mean it. If I fuck up now, she may take it away from me, all of it. I don't dare test her now. My heart, my soul, my entire body, are all crying out for release, for pleasure, for satisfaction, and at this moment in time, my mistress is the only one who can bring it to me. She finishes taking off the ropes, giving my hands merciful freedom. The only movement I allow myself is to rub my wrists tenderly, and my mistress seems okay with it for now. She gazes at me, and behind the hunger and lust in those blue eyes of hers, I can, for the first time, see true adoration. It makes me feel warm and safe, despite the fact that she intends to use me to suit her will. "Take off your shirt, my love," she quietly commands, and I obey quickly, letting my shirt drop to the floor. Now I kneel naked before her, and while I should feel shame—my mind is fully aware that I should feel shame—I feel only… what is it? Devotion? She runs her soft, able hands over the flesh of my naked chest, and for the first time in my life, I feel truly loved. Is it possible, over the span of my short life, with all the women I've known, that I've never felt this? It doesn't seem possible, but then again, at the moment he comes, every man thinks he feels love, even if just for the split second it takes to empty himself. But now… now things are different. "Come here and lie down on the bed, my love," she tells me. I rise to me feet once again and do as she says. I watch as she circles me, moving to the post by my right hand. I know what's going to happen next, I've known all along since she first brought me in here, but I chose not to do anything about it. Now, as she ties my right hand down I know I'm under her control, and The Big Book of John Clay is gone. John Clay as I know him is gone as well, he was gone the moment he decided to give up control to a woman. My mistress saunters to the other side of the bed and firmly ties down my other hand. She climbs onto the bed and straddles her legs across my hips, my fully erect cock throbbing between her legs. She allows my head to rub slightly against her wet lips, allowing me fleeting moments of pleasure, but not enough. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you," she says quietly, almost sounding remorseful, "but this is the only way you'll learn. You've made so many mistakes, love, and it's apparent to me that you don't know anything about women. Like this, for instance… " she reaches to her wrist and undoes the clasp on her thousand-dollar bracelet, the bracelet I handed her so proudly this morning, the most expensive gift I've ever bought for a woman. If I was going to have to suffer through another Valentine's Day, I was going to do it with a one-way ticket to total adoration. She holds the bracelet up against the light of a candle and regards it grimly. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she says, "but it means nothing. I saw you this afternoon, looking at it, wondering how it might save you, wondering what it might get you. You were trying to buy me with this thing, weren't you?" I stare up at her dumbly. What am I supposed to say? "Answer me. You can tell me the truth." "Yes, I was. I'm sorry." There's a certain hurt that comes into her eyes that I can't bear. I feel stupid, I feel like an asshole, and I deserve it. How many women have I done this to? She leans forward, resting her head on my chest, her eyes focused absently on the bracelet in her hand. She stares at it, and there's a long moment of silence. I can only lie here and bask in the warmth of her body, the steady pulse of her heart, and the soft rise of her breath. "It almost worked," she says sadly, quietly, "when I saw it, I thought to myself, 'He must love me.' And then, this afternoon, when I realized what it really meant, what this whole day means to you… you don't really love me, you only love yourself." My heart drops and I actually feel like I want to cry. I want desperately to tell her how wrong she is, but I don't dare speak, I don't dare breath a word. If I could hold her and cradle her in my arms, I would. But now isn't the time, I know she isn't finished with me yet. Maybe by the time this is all over, I can convince her… somehow. She sucks in a deep breath and rises to kneel over me once again. Her face is hard once again, the emotion drained from her. "It doesn't matter. I'll show you what this bracelet means to me now." Still on her knees, she leans back, her left arm bracing her against the bed. It's an unimaginably sexy pose, and it makes me realize how limber she actually is. She holds the bracelet in her free hand and slowly lets it slide down her body, the sparkling diamonds caressing the curve of her gorgeous breasts. I watch as the string of diamonds falls smoothly down her taut belly, down her soft flesh, to the vale of her pussy. She lets the sparkling rocks slip up and down her wet cunt, teasing herself as the bracelet just brushes over her sensitive clit. I can only watch her in stunned silence. Never in the six months we had been together could I have even imagined this kind of erotic dance from her. She was supposed to be the sweet one, the innocent one… my sweet country girl is a seductress, pure and simple. She leans forward again, moving the bracelet to my face, sliding it across my lips. "Open your mouth," she orders. I open my mouth, just enough for her to slide the clasp of the bracelet past my lips and between my teeth. "Hold this in your teeth." I close my teeth gently around the studded band and it hangs out of the side of my mouth. "Now," my mistress continues sternly, "you'll hold on to that, or you'll be punished. If it drops out of your mouth, no matter what, you'll pay for it, even more than you already have. You think you can buy me with a worthless trinket… " She smacks me lightly on the cheek, just hard enough to rattle my jaw, and I let the bracelet slip away from me. She grabs the bracelet and holds it up triumphantly. "Well, look at the little swine," she taunts, "this thing was supposed to be a symbol of your possession. Look where it gets you now." She places the bracelet against my lips again, and I grasp it with my teeth. She reaches over and picks up one of the candles sitting on a small table beside her bed. I groan uncontrollably as she holds the lit candle over my chest. Without another word, she carefully tips the candle, letting a few drops of hot wax drip down onto my flesh. The burn is painful, but short-lived, just enough to get my attention. She shifts her weight back, and I feel her rub herself against my aching cock. As she continues pouring small streams of hot wax on my chest, her outer lips slip over my cock, spreading her moisture over my hard flesh. The sensation of pain and pleasure together is creating a fireworks display in my head, and it's all I can do to keep that damn bracelet from slipping out of my mouth. Mercifully, my mistress smiles down at me and places the candle back on the table. "Very good, my love," she purrs, "you're starting to learn, aren't you?" She reaches down between her legs and grasps my cock. With an inviting moan, she rubs my rigid member firmly between her lips, allowing it to just barely penetrate her. I feel like I'm going to burst already, I've never wanted to come so bad in my entire life. Not just come, but come with her, make her come with me. But I know she isn't going to make it that easy. As if to prove me right, she releases me and slides down my legs, her hardened nipples trailing down my body. Her red-streaked hair falls in a cascade over my hips as she traces her tongue from the base of my cock to the very tip. Once again, I moan loudly through clenched teeth, swearing to the gods that I'll never let that bracelet slip away from me again. It may now be my only saving grace, the only way that my mistress will ever stop torturing me and give me the pleasure I so desperately need. Romancing John Cly I suck in a deep breath as she takes me in her mouth completely, slowly working her lips over me, allowing me to slip down her throat. She releases a deep moan that seems to resonate through my entire body, then pulls her mouth off me. "Do you like that, love? It's okay, you can answer. Do you want to come in my mouth?" "No, Mistress," I manage to mumble through my teeth. She reaches up and takes the bracelet away from me. "What was that?" "No, Mistress. I don't want to come in your mouth." She looks at me with a look of mock confusion. "You don't want to come in my mouth," she says thoughtfully, "well why not? What about all those times I've sucked your dick? When you put your hand on the back of my head, tell me to swallow. Isn't that what you want?" "No, it's not what I want." Bracelet still in her hand, she crawls back up to me slowly so that I can feel her warm breath against my neck. Her legs entwine with my own, and I have the feeling that she wants this as badly as I do. It suddenly occurs to me that we're in this together. My heart pumps wildly at the thought, the thought that we're connected in a way I've never imagined, all because I was a fool. "What do you want, John," she says, her voice softened, back to the usual sweet drawl I'm used to. Her hand gently strokes my chest, and for the first time since we met, I feel real, genuine affection for her. "Sydney… " I realize I've broken the rules, but I don't care, and I don't think she does either. But I need to talk to her, the real Sydney, and tell her how I feel. "I want to be inside you. I'm sorry I've been an ass, I just… want to make love to you. I want to make you happy, Sydney. I want everything to be… real." She looks up at me, her blue eyes glistening. I think she knows I mean it this time, but she doesn't want to show it quite yet. "How do I know you mean it?" "You don't. You have to trust me. I trusted you." She gazes down sadly at the bracelet in her fingers. "This thing… how could you have thought that about me?" "I didn't know what else to do. I never have. I love you, I didn't know how else to tell you." Sydney freezes in the moment, and I can feel myself feeling the same. If I really told her what I just told her, it would be a first for me. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome John Clay to the real world. People apparently have feelings here, and human emotion isn't just a myth. "Tell me, John, just tell me now." "Sydney, I love you." She sighs softly, and I can actually feel her entire body relaxing. As for me, I feel like I've been bashing myself in the head with a hammer for years and I just now stopped. It still hurts a little, but it feels great now that it's over. "Please untie me, Syd." There's a long moment of silence. I want her to untie me, I want to grab her and hold her, kiss her, make love to her, show her that she can trust me, that I mean it all. But she holds up the bracelet to me once again. "I can't forget about this, John. You tried to buy me with this." "I'm sorry." Sydney sits up and closes the clasp on the bracelet. She reaches down and slips the bracelet over my still erect cock, the cool diamonds resting against my skin. She slowly straddles me, her thighs clenched around my hips. I can barely stand it, I want her to let me go so I can touch her, but I guess it's all part of the game. She leans forward and, for the first time tonight, kisses me sweetly on the lips. I feel her position herself on top of me, my cock parting the wet lips of her pussy slightly. She gazes at me, and after a short moment, she slowly presses back, slipping her wet body around me. The sensation is making my entire body tingle, but it stops suddenly. Sydney has stopped her motion, and she looks at me lovingly. I'm aware of a vague resistance inside her, and my heart drops in surprise. "Happy Valentine's Day, love," she whispers, "this is my gift to you. I'm giving you something I won't give anyone else." She presses harder, and I feel the barrier break over the tip of my cock. The cry that escapes her lips is one of pain, but she continues pressing backward until I'm fully enveloped inside her body. "Thank you, Sydney," is all I can manage in a hoarse whisper. She smiles sweetly, then begins a rhythmic motion with her hips. I cry out softly as our bodies become one, fit together perfectly, like no one else. She rocks back and forth on top of me, and I'm vaguely aware of the thousand-dollar bracelet between us, now symbolic of much more than I could have ever bargained for. Our breathing quickens as Sydney rides me steadily, our cries mingling in the air, her body becoming more accustomed to my body buried inside her. I hear her breath become short, her cries become desperate. Her tight pussy clenches around my cock strongly as an orgasm ripples through her, making her shudder violently. She cries out loudly as if her body is releasing something that has been pent up inside her for years, then she collapses onto my chest. I can feel it now; Sydney hasn't broken me, that was never her intention. She's molded me, just like she always said, molded me into a better version of myself. She's brought out the man that was too busy hiding behind a boy's warped vision of women and romance. How can I ever repay her for this? "Please untie me, Sydney," I say quickly. She looks up at me, her eyes glowing with yearn, and quickly moves to untie my hands. It seems like seconds that it takes her to free me, and sitting up finally, I throw my arms around her, drawing her close and kissing her with a kind of abandon I've never felt before. She kneels before me, her thighs still straddling mine, and I pull her closer, slipping back inside her. She rocks back and forth, her hips gyrating against mine. The scent of our sex drifts into the air, fueling both of us. Sydney wraps her arms around me neck, clinging to me for dear life, crying out hoarsely as another orgasm rips through her. As she comes, I thrust my hips into the air, practically lifting her off the bed and burying myself deep inside her. I slip out of her gently, and she drops away from me onto the bed, spreading her legs to accept me. As I climb between her legs, the bracelet slips off me and drops onto the bed. Sydney looks down at it in amusement, and as I pick it up gingerly, she giggles. I can't help but smile at her. "What do I do with this thing," I ask her sheepishly. "Save it," she says, "I'm always going to wear it. Always." I tenderly take hold of her hand and clasp the bracelet back around her wrist. She raises her hand to my face and gently strokes the rising bruising on my cheek. "I'm sorry about this, Johnny." "It's okay, I deserved it," I say with a smile. "Take me." I reach down and wrap my arms around her hips, lifting them off the bed towards me. I press forward into her, more easily this time, slipping deep inside her as she moans in ecstasy. My ears are blessed with her soft whimpers as I thrust into her, then withdraw. I watch her body hungrily as she writhes passionately in my arms, our bodies dancing together as if we were made for each other. A warm feeling builds up inside me, and I can once again hear Sydney's breath growing short and lustful, her perfect breasts heaving rapidly as her body prepares itself to accept another orgasm. I can feel my stomach tighten, and a shudder runs through me. Sydney's pussy clenches over me again, her muscles stroking me, tugging at me, trying to pull me in as deeply as possible. I quicken my pace as I feel the release building. My hips thrust relentlessly, our flesh thundering together as Sydney cries out my name loudly into the night. It hits me like a thunderbolt, and I begin pumping my seed into her, over and over, wishing it would never end, my arms still drawing her strongly to me. When it is over, I can still feel her body clenching against mine, taut, tense. After a few moments, our breathing begins to slow, and my heart, which I thought might explode, returns to a normal pace. I gently lower Sydney's body back onto the bed, allowing myself to slip from her. She sighs as I pull out of her, and her arms reach out for me, drawing me down to her. I lay down beside her, listening to the sound of her pulse gradually slow down. There is a glow of complete satisfaction surrounding the two of us, and we both know it's something more than just sexual. As we slip into a deep and gentle sleep, I can see the pile of ashes that was once The Big Book of John Clay. A strong breeze swoops in and blows it all away, and underneath is another book. The Revised Big Book of John Clay. Page one, chapter one, verses one and two: Everything you know is wrong. Valentine's Day is wonderful.