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You

By: Xesevoli



We each work, but you drives against the traffic, and I drive with it. We both drive about twelve miles each way. You get off work at four o'clock; I don't get off until five. The direction you drive means you'll usually get home ninety minutes before I do. Tonight I was caught in traffic and you beat me by almost two full hours.

We love each other. I don't mean an infatuation, or a 'for the time being' love. I mean the real old-fashioned story book love.

You're the light of my life. We're not in our early twenties. We've been together for more than ten years. You have a great figure, the kind that I love. This is not the high fashion figure, and not the 'Twiggy' type. I call you full-figured, but definitely not fat. You have that extra twenty pounds in exactly the right places. You have a good-sized B-cup, great thighs and calves, fabulous butt, narrow waist, and a softly rounded belly. You always dress conservatively when you're away. When you're at home, you almost never wear anything beneath a full skirt and well-fitting blouse. The skirt comes to the knee, and I can't see through the skirt or blouse. Though not transparent, I know and can always sense what is beneath.

When I get home, you're fixing my favorite dinner. You have this way of combining skinned chicken thighs, with a personal sauce distributed over them on a bed of sticky white rice. After about an hour in the oven, the chicken is done to a turn with crispy outside and it falls apart in my mouth. You usually combine it with a tossed green salad and your own homemade salad dressing. A person hasn't lived until they've tasted it. They can't even imagine it.

Tonight, the dish is about to go into the oven. You're turned away from me as I enter, but can sense my presence and whisper 'Hi'. I walk up behind you, take you in my arms and kiss the back of your neck. You stand on your toes, press back, and then grind your cheeks against me. You suggest that I relax while you finish dinner. I ask if I can help and you say 'Definitely not'. I tell you that I'll do the dishes after dinner.

I change clothes into a pair of loose fitting Dockers and sport shirt. I leave the briefs and T-shirt off, and then go into the living room to watch the late news. I hate Brokaw, Jennings and that guy from CBS, and so I select a local station and sit on the sofa. The usual sports, mayhem and scandal, but I watch it.

A few minutes later, you join me on the sofa. You fit perfectly under my arm, curl your legs and feet under the edge of the skirt, and lean against me. You belong there. I can smell your perfume and everything else about you. I kiss you lightly on the forehead, and you respond by wrapping your arms around my left bicep, pulling it to rest between your breasts, and then reach up to kiss me on the cheek. As you pull back, you pause and return to kiss me fully on the lips. You have warm, lush, beautiful lips with a touch of dark lipstick. As I return the kiss, you increase the passion behind them and I feel your wonderfully warm full tongue lightly enter my mouth, and quickly retract. You know that I love to dance with your tongue, and I respond. We have a serious, loving kiss full of deep significance.

Your breasts rest on my arm, and I can feel their warmth, firmness and fullness. Your nipples don't get hard, but they get seriously firm. I can feel the nipples, too, against my arm.

Slowly you lean closer, and turn, as you lie across my lap. You have your face up and lips still on mine. Your arms unwrap to clasp again behind my neck. My arms go around you and pull you closer to me. I enjoy everything about you and I whisper my love in your ear. You snuggle in my lap as you pull my head down.

I move my left arm and slowly raise your skirt and softly rub your soft tummy with my hand. You moan lightly and raise your hips under my hand. My hand slips slowly around and grasps your left cheek. You roll sideways to face my chest and place your shoulder over the firmness in my Dockers. You tease me by rolling it back and forth, smiling as you do it.

You have the greatest smile I've seen, and you smile often. I think your smile is what first attracted me. I'll do anything to make you smile. Now you murmur something soft and move down to place your cheek against that firmness. My hand and arm follow you as you move. You rock your head rubbing me with her cheek. The firmness grows, and you say that you've found something warm.

I raise my hand to a breast, you lower your hips and then arch your back toward me. I tell you that I, too, have found something warm. I softly rub the breast and then circle it with my palm. Occasionally I switch to the other breast, before finally pulling the blouse to your neck and placing my hand directly on that soft skin. I circle the nipple of one and then the other. I use my hand to cup each breast in turn. You're moaning and your lips return to mine and join for a heavenly few minutes.

You pull away slightly, and turn on your side with your face down. My hand continues to explore your breasts, and you begin to unbutton and unzip. With my pants fully opened, you stretch the waist and pull them down to allow your hands full entrance. You push my leg to signal that I should spread my thighs. I happily oblige and your hand reaches under to fully release me and my companions. You curl up with your cheek against that firmness. One hand cuddles the companions. 

Now, I move my hand down to signal you to spread your own legs. Slowly, I run my fingers down your tummy, and continue to rub it, enjoying its softness. You release me and reach down to push my hand lower. It enters a soft, light colored down, coming to rest with my fingers tracing the lushness of a second set of lips. 

You moan and reach down to pull my hand closer. I feel the lips spread slightly, exposing my fingers to a soft, smooth, perfect moistness. Slowly I move my fingers, rotating them as they slide. I slowly extend the fingers to the back of those lips and return them just as slowly. You tremble and again raise your hips to me.

Slowly I slide down with my back to the sofa until my head is opposite your soft, wonderful tummy. I kiss it and continue to explore it more with each kiss. You spread your legs further and grasp each side of my face with a hand and slowly force me down between your inner thighs. I run my tongue over them, tasting the sweetness and the tenderness. You rotate your cheek against me and then one hand is holding me and pulling it hard against your cheek.

With my face buried between your thighs, you begin to close them around my head. I raise my hands, spread and hold your thighs apart to allow me to breathe. I'd be in heaven and gladly suffocate here, but my need to satisfy you keeps me breathing. I feel the downy softness and those luscious lips against my own. Slowly I rub my chin back and forth against you and then side to side to spread those lips. You moan softly and your hands reach to pull my head hard against you. My mouth finds its way in and I wrap my lips around your spot. Slowly I tease it and it gets firm, then I use my tongue to taste that warm moistness and to trace the same sweet path that my fingers explored a few moments ago. You taste and smell so sweet that I can feel myself trembling. Then I return my lips and begin to tease and massage your tenderness. I feel you trembling and hear you moaning. Savagely, you begin to push and retract your hips against me. My lips and tongue follow every thrust, teasing you relentlessly. A soft keening escapes your throat and signals that you are approaching climax. 

My hands are holding your thighs firmly and I try my best to please you and to lose myself in you. My pleasure and passion are exquisite. You begin the climax and I continue to pleasure you. Again and again you reach that pinnacle of your passion. After a few minutes, I feel your hands on my head, first pulling me in and then after a few more minutes you're trying desperately to get me to release you. Finally, and reluctantly I yield to your urgings.

You lay for a few minutes, gathering your breath and your senses, and then you gasp, sit up and then run to the kitchen. You scold me, telling me not to move, and tell me that you're taking the slightly overcooked dinner from the oven.

Almost immediately you return and tell me to sit up. You curl those wonderful legs under you again, but this time you're sitting on the floor at my feet. You tell me softly that you love me, and quietly thank me, and tell me that you needed the release. Your hands reach to me and wrap firmly around me. You begin to stroke me and your thumbs are circling the head. You pause and squeeze me, and then bend forward while rising to your knees. Your lips lightly kiss me and then begin to travel over me. Then your tongue comes out, you're looking directly into my eyes and smiling. You make soft sounds and moan again, softly. When you reach the head, your tongue circles it again and again. I'm moaning now, and can barely stand the pleasure. It seems like I'm in paradise as you tease me into your mouth. You raise and lower your head, slowly at first. As my own hips are thrust forward, you take me deep in your mouth, to the entrance of your throat. Your throat and the back of your tongue are doing their magic and I work my hardest to postpone my climax. Again you look me in the eyes, and your hands and lips are fondling me the way I've experienced so many times before. I think of my deep love and affection for you as it explodes in spite of every effort. You draw more and more from me, until I'm completely expended and start breathing again. You clean me thoroughly, pat me softly, lay me down between my thighs. You smile most sweetly and tell me you love me. Again, satisfied, you say you needed that. I reply that I did, too.

You begin to sit again, placing your head on my knees. But, I raise it and ask you to stand. As you get up, I grab your hips, lift you, and pull you toward me. I ask you to bend your knees and raise your legs to my shoulders. As your legs rest on my shoulders I pull you closer with my head pressing back into that downy softness. You relax your legs and they bend at the knees to rest on the back of the sofa with the calf of each leg hanging down. 

Again, I do my best to pleasure you. You make me pause and swing one leg over my head. You turn over and then return the other leg back over my head to rest on my shoulders. Your legs are spread, and my arms go around your slender hips pulling you into me. As my tongue begins its ministrations, I feel your tongue on me again. In a few moments I'm rigid again, and you moan once and tell me to lie down. As I recline, you sit up and pull away. You turn once, lift your skirt and then climb on me with one knee on each side of my hips. I'm personally saluting your efforts by standing firmly at attention. You reach between your legs and grab me. Slowly you guide me between your patch of heaven, sliding me back and forth. The softness and moistness have me harder than ever as you insert me and then sit down slowly. Your movements guide me deeper and deeper, and I feel surrounded by heaven. You're so soft, so smooth, so enticing that I can feel the blood pulsing within me. Now you begin to rock back and forth on your knees. You drive me deep and then almost extract it, before repeating the movement. You increase the speed of this movement and I'm doing everything I can to prolong your pleasure. You climax and almost drive me over the edge. After a slight pause, you begin again, but you slowly unwrap your legs and place one on each side of my head and against my ears. As you continue, you lift one leg and place it over my head. You are sitting and you begin to rotate slowly until you are facing my feet. Each partial turns causes you to moan softly and you whisper that this is special. I can only agree.

When you're facing my feet, you begin the rocking all over again. You climax and the as you drive it deeply and thrust your head back on your shoulders, I too, climax. As I let everything go, my hands grip your hips lifting and pulling. As I reach the peak of this climax, I pull you down hard and explode. Slowly, as I gulp of air, I sit up and place my hands around your soft tummy hugging you to me. Then I raise them and cup a breast in each hand. I kiss the nape of your neck and tell you of my love. I've wilted and begun to withdraw as you lean forward and crawl off me.

You turn around, place your arms around my neck and repeat your love.

You're the most perfect person in the world and you're in my life. What have I done to receive such a perfect blessing?

I told you this was my favorite dinner - - and the chicken was almost as tasty.

You



You

I see you now here with me. Your hair is tossled and reminds me of the natural mane of a lion. I watch as you turn your head and throw your hair so casually. 

Your eyes are captivating and they move in sync with your lips as you talk and smile. Your lips curl up slightly and the movement of those muscles flows through your entire face, changing and warming your expression even more. 

Your look is direct and I can feel it burning into me, shooting directly into my soul and heart, not just my eyes. 

My heart races just from your look and smile and I almost forget to breathe. I am mesmerized by you and feel simple and inadequate to tell and show you how you thrill me.

But I smile back and we talk and laugh and I feel more at ease and I can tell you do also. And as I look at you, I want to tell you all of these things, but I know I cannot because that would reveal me for what I am....a lost little boy, albeit in an old man's body.

But I know from experience that I have to tell you how you light up the world around you...not with words but with something more potent and unmistakable....something that cannot be misinterpreted.

I reach for your hands and hold them. 

My energy flows from my soul through my fingertips. My mind fuels the fires that heat my blood and warm my flesh with desire for you. 

I focus all of my thoughts on you, knowing some of them are passing through and into you..Letting you see my heart and hear my inner cries of longing for you.

Touching you is almost like the completion of an electrical circuit. I feel so connected now and I know you can sense what I could not say as our aura and sensibilities mesh and join. 

And I lean forward to you and draw you to me, and I whisper into your ear. 

"You are exquisite. You are as a statue by Michaelangelo, as pure as da Vinci's Mona Lisa to me. Your shoulders so inviting. Your breasts are a full and joyous creation for caressing and touching, with nipples responsive and colored like cherries. Your body is slim and so enticing. Your legs soft and smooth. You are a sensuous woman full of grace and style, yet simple and direct in every way."

And then I kiss you softly.

And I look into your eyes and kiss you again. 

Your lips are soft and warm. I can feel your breath and taste your mouth as we kiss. Your mouth opens slightly and we kiss deeper and harder, our lips parting more as our tongues begin to search each other's mouths until they meet and touch and dance together.

And my arms hold you tightly. I can feel your breasts against my chest. Our bodies are held tight and we grasp each other more firmly.

My hands now surround your back, as your arms are around my neck. 

Your warmth is so exciting to me as I feel your body pressed against mine, and my mind is racing with the sensations.... from your mouth and lips...the warmth of your body against mine....your scent..your taste...the sound of your breathing...your nipples hardening against my chest...your legs spread slightly with my leg between them..

And I am becoming more excited as we kiss. 

I want to know all of you. I want to tough your flesh and to know the softness of your skin...the shape of your breasts in my hands...the texture of the bumps on your neck as I kiss you...the feel of your earlobes as I nibble them...your eyes as they open at the end of a kiss.

And I slowly begin to kiss your neck with little soft kisses, leaving wet spots on your skin as I move around it from one ear to the other, and then as I kiss along your chin back to your ear again. 

And I kiss your lips again tenderly for only a few seconds and then stop to look into your eyes as my hands take your breasts into them.

I stare directly at you as I feel your breasts. I want this to be deliberate and for you to see my eyes as I explore your body. 

My hands form around the shape of your breasts and I squeeze and massage them together. Your eyes now slowly close as you allow me to bring you this soft pleasure. 

My fingers and thumbs feel your nipples and they tease and gently pinch them and roll your hardening nubs between them.

I can feel your breath hard now as I fondle your breasts and play with them. 

The fabric of your clothing added to the sensation when I first touched you, but now I am frustrated as I want to feel your flesh directly. 

You read my mind it seems, because you begin to unfasten your top and you remove it and then lift your bra up and out of the way.

Your naked breasts are slightly pink in the areas I have been touching. Your nipples stand up like little buds of flowers, begging for more attention and to be touched. 

They need to be kissed. My lips open slightly as I kiss your nipple and then close around it as I pull it into my mouth. You sigh as I suck and flick your nipple with my tongue. 

My hands hold your breast to my mouth, forming it to them and holding the nipple out to me for my mouth to devour and love.

And then I move to the other breast and I continue the same devoted caressing and fondling and kissing and sucking and nibbling. 

My lips pull hard on your nipples, stretching them and raising your breasts up with them. Your nipples are dark red as I continue on and on from one breast to the other and then back again.

My hands are full now with a breast in each. My thumbs flick and roll across your nipples and my hands fill with the mass of your breast flesh as they squeeze and massage you. 

And I can feel your body moving beneath my hands with every little flick and suck and tweak and nibble, and I hear your moans and groans and words driving me on as you lean back under the spell of this pleasure.

You sit back and I move between your legs and resume feeling your breasts, but now I also lean forward and kiss you again as I play, my hands feeling and fondling you. 

I am pressing against your stomach and I can feel your pelvis pushing up against me. My cock has been hard for some time and it is now pressed against you. 

Your legs open more as I grind against you. I can feel you pushing back in return.

I stand up and help you up and lead you to the bed. You lie down and I move over beside you. We begin kissing again. 

My hands slide across your stomach and brush against your breasts, teasing and lightly touching. The palm of my hand skims across your nipples, just barely moving them, but still stimulating and arousing them.

I am on my side, and you are on your back. My arm is under your neck and the other is free to caress and touch you. I move from your breasts down to your stomach and then further down until I feel your mound between your legs. 

Your legs are apart slightly and I can feel the V between your legs when I massage you. I begin rubbing between your legs slowly and carefully, making sure to press between the center where your labis must be. 

I can tell from your reaction that I have found the right spot as you arch up a little.

I continue massaging and pressing harder against and into you, and you open your legs more in response. You are sucking my tongue now with urgency, encouraging me to continue. 

We are kissing deep and passionately and your arms are around my neck holding me tight against your mouth.

I move my hand up to the top of your pants and beging to unfasten your belt and then your button, then lowering the zipper. I raise up and then move to the foot of the bed and pull your pants off and drop them onto the floor. 

I pause and look at you. You lie back, your chest and face flushed and pink. Your nipples are hard and swollen. 

Your legs are invitingly spread and I can see a wet spot in the crotch of your panties.

My cock is leaping with joy as I drink in this image of sensuous beauty. 

My mind is filled with so many possiblities.

Should I lie back down and continue our play? Should I rip your panties off and fuck you with furious passion now? Should I kiss and eat your hot pussy? Should I let you suck my throbbing cock? And I have many other variations of these flying through my imagination as I look at you.

And soon I make the obvious decision. 

I will do all of those.



You



Paris was our garden of ecstasies.

One evening we find a girl-bar in Rue Mouffetard, a lesbian cellar, dank, dark, noisy, crowded with university students. older butches in full drag, baby dykes with rings in their nostrils, a drummer and two guitarists on a small stage, women of course, the musicians wearing tight striped tank-tops that barely cover their shaking breasts.

Your eyes are wide as you take it all in. Does it turn you on? Of course it does, I can see it in your face, the way your tongue passes over your lips. Do you want one of these gougnottes in your bed? Not possible, darling, you belong to me. No one gets to rattle your bones except Katherine.

But after a while in this dyke bedlam I'm as turned on as you are and I drag you across the room to a long crowded corridor with a sour smell, to what passes for a restroom in a place like this. Too many women in the corridor, too much noise, too much smoke from those lousy French cigarettes, a Gaulois stink in the air. I stand behind you in line and caress your hips and ass with my hands.

When our turn arrives, we slide into the bathroom and I immediately urge you into one of the stalls, nudging you forward as we slip inside. You laugh, maybe uneasy, and when you turn to face me I kiss you hard and with passion. While I work my tongue in your ear, I tell you we must be quick about it. Do you understand me?

You rub against my crotch, against my leg as I pull you closer. I squeeze your ass, knead your cheeks. I'm sure you're soaked; I know you. I open your blouse, pull up your bra and begin sucking your breasts while I grind your clit with my leg. You grasp the back of my head with both hands, forcing one of your little tits further into my mouth and throat. I quickly get under your skirt and slide your panties down and pull them off your feet. Immediately you spread your legs and begin riding my bent knee. I plunge two fingers into your dripping cunt, sliding them in and out and over your clitoris. Then I find your anus, caress it, spread your ass wide open with the other hand, then quickly push one finger into the tight hole.

In a whisper, you beg for more. So I bend on my knees and begin sucking your clitoris, two fingers now in your rectum, turning, sliding in and out, fucking you there. You groan. You're coming. Your orgasm explodes. When we're both still, my head is still buried in your crotch. Then I rise, quickly kiss your mouth and lick your lips. "Now you've had it," I say. "You've been fucked in a Parisian toilet."

You abandon your panties on the floor in the stall. We leave the restroom and walk through the crowd and out of the cellar and into the damp air in Rue Mouffetard.

In the street, I slide my arm around your waist and you lean against me. "I'm hungry," you say. "Can't we go somewhere?"

* * *

We find a clean restaurant in Odeon and we order a salad, capers, olives, a sweet onion and a bottle of white wine. It's all a miracle, of course. We're defying the Fates and other assorted harpies who cackle at us that it can't be done. I still have the scent of your cunt on my fingers. You and I, we do as we please.

We don't talk much, just sit there gazing at each other, eating, sipping the chilled white wine. I suppose anyone who looks at us can tell we're lovers by the way we gaze at each other.

What they don't know is what we're telling each other with our eyes. Eyes only. Unfortunately, you're on the other side of the small table, so I can't touch you with my hands. Which is frustrating because I want my hands on you again.

Later we'll go back to our hotel. The word "later" is there between us, back and forth between our eyes, in silence. The place is a bit too noisy, but between us there is the profound silence of love.

Finally, this part of the evening is finished, and I pay the check and we rise together and leave. People look at us. A dykey- looking woman in her forties with a beautiful feminine younger woman. As usual, some find it annoying, others find it disgusting. (But always a few women look at us with intense interest.)

We don't care what anyone thinks, but I do restrain myself; I want to put my hand on your ass as we walk out, but instead I restrain myself.

We ride a taxi to our hotel in Rue Bonaparte. As we sit beside each other in the taxi, I put my hand on your thigh and find a garter strap with my fingers. I tug at the strap through your skirt, teasing you by repeatedly tugging at it.

In the creaking elevator up to our room we need to remain apart because we're not alone. More frustration. The sexual tension is building again. I remember the toilet, your cunt riding on my thigh.

Finally we're inside our room, and as I lock the door you walk to stand at the window, I move behind you, press against you and kiss the side of your neck. Then I turn you towards the bed and make you bend forward.

At first I merely press against you. Then I lift your skirt to your waist and press against you again. Your buttocks are bare, your panties in Rue Mouffetard. One of your stockings has a run along the back of your thigh. In another moment I'm grinding my belly into your ass, holding your hips with my hands.

I force your legs apart as I pump my belly against your firm ass.

You have your hands on the bed to maintain your balance as I push against you. Your hands give you leverage to push back at me with your own rhythm.

This is primeval, two women front to back. An image peeled off an ancient vase. Egyptian? Greek? Babylonian?

My cunt has been wet for you all evening, wet with a yearning to give you pleasure. Oh, I love receiving attention from you, my darling, but I love the giving more, making you come, watching you come, watching you quiver, licking the sweat off your neck, kissing your ears, tasting your juices.

I can feel you flexing and relaxing the muscles of your buttocks, feel you rotating your hips down and back and around in synchrony with my grinding.

"That's good," I say. "Get me hot for you."

I pull back and look at you, gaze at your ass, the stockings, your muscular dancer's legs, the high heels.

I press against you again in a slow gyration, my hands following the rocking motion of your hips to your bare thighs, my hands sliding around your hips to your belly and below, my thumbs just skimming the surfaces of your labia. I run my fingers over your mons and you quiver under my touch. You moan as my fingers move between your lips and into your vagina.

"I'm hungry for you," I say.

I pull my fingers out, then get them into your cunt again from behind. I drop to my knees and nuzzle your buttocks, pushing my face between the cheeks.

With a groan, you bend forward and arch your back to offer your ass to me. I lick the crack thoroughly up and down, then focus my attention on your anus. I work at the ring with my lips and tongue, and finally I get my tongue inside.

My fingers in your cunt churn your juices as my tongue possesses your ass. I take you, licking and sucking firmly at the opening as you cry out.

When I finally pull my face away from your ass, I rise and you turn and kiss my mouth with passion.

I make you sit on the edge of the bed and watch me as I remove my jacket and pants, string tie and silk blouse, black silk boxers. Finally I'm naked.

I tell you that I want you to suck my breasts. I stand in front of you and hold one of my hanging breasts and feed it to you. Your sucking at my breasts like that turns us both on to a fever. You suck until my nipples are swollen, extended like thumbs.

Finally I pull away from your mouth and I tell you to get naked for me, remove everything and wear only your high heels and walk around the room to show me your body and how you move.

You rise from the bed. You ask me to help you unzip the back of your blouse. Then you turn and step away from me and the blouse slides off your shoulders to the floor.

You step out of your skirt, and wearing your bra and garter belt and stockings and heels, you slowly parade around the room. You turn your back to me and hold the pose a moment to show me your naked ass.

I ask you to come to me. I ask you to stand between my legs, and when you do that I make you bend forward and I take one of your little breasts in my mouth and suck hard, sucking at the nipple, biting it, tugging at it with my lips, first one breast and then the other breast.

And as I do this, I run my hand between your thighs, stroke your thighs above the tops of your stockings, lightly graze your cunt with my fingertips, tickle the lips without pushing between them.

Then I want to look at your ass, and I make you turn and show it to me. I caress your hips, palm the lovely cheeks of your ass, spread them apart enough to inspect your closed little anus.

I bend forward and kiss first one buttock and then the other, nibbling kisses, my lips sliding over your skin and into the crack. You moan as you feel my tongue lick the groove, the upper part of your cunt, around your anus and then on the ring itself.

Then I turn you again, make you bend to kiss me, our mouths fused in a wet kiss, passionate, fierce, our tongues sliding one against the other as we mix our saliva.

I rise and I kiss you again, slip two fingers into your wet cunt and fuck you like that. Caught by surprise, you groan, close your eyes and move your cunt on my pistoning fingers.

You come hard, almost falling on your high heels, collapsing into my arms. I hold you, kiss your mouth hard, then soft, then hard again, my fingers still in your cunt but now only moving slowly in and out of your vagina.

I whisper into your ear and tell you I need to pee. Do you want it? Your eyes immediately open and you stare at me, face flushed, and you nod.

I urge you onto the bed on your back, and then I straddle you and slowly squat down onto your mouth. For a long moment I hold back, teasing you, teasing myself, and then I release and let you have some of it.

Your eyes are closed and you seem to be in some personal heavenly place as you drink from me. Slowly, in spurts, I empty myself and it's perfect for us. I adore this. My lovely femme bride taking my flow. All of it. Not a drop lost. So perfect. My darling love. My wife and lover.

At last I move away from you and I tell you I want it from you.

Want what? you ask.

What I just gave you, silly. Come on my face, darling. Don't you need to go? Do it in my mouth. My precious love.

And there it is. My hands holding your buttocks, your cunt pressed into my mouth, your pee coming in spurts onto my tongue.

You groan as you feel one of my fingers pushing into your little anus. Another spurt. And another into my mouth. It's wonderful. A marvelous bond between us.

Afterward we sleep, my arms enfolding you, holding you, my lips kissing your eyes, holding my love, my wife, my desire, my lover.

End



You



I've taken my clothes off, when fresh out of the shower, you come up close to me from behind and wrap your arms around me in a nice affectionate hug. You nuzzle your nose into my hair just a little and breathe in my fragrance. I wrap my arms in your arms as you embrace me from behind. Then I tilt my head slightly so my hair falls to one side and so your lips can touch softly to my neck. You smell the sweet honeysuckle scent I placed on the back of my neck just for you. As your nose fills with the heady sweet scent, you think to yourself, mmmmmm, she smells so good! I lean my body back against yours a little harder so I can feel your lust against my backside as it grows. 

Your hands start roaming my naked body a bit as the desire to explore me takes over your mind. I drop my hands and reach back with one arm and put it gently on your bottom to pull your hardness even closer to my body. You cup both of my breasts in your hands and then one hand slowly begins to roam down my body to my stomach while the other hand hovers over my breast. You take my nipple between your finger and thumb and rub it to complete erection. Your other hand, still roaming, finds its way to explore my pussy. Just brushing your hand lightly over the hair there you feel how soft it is. Then your fingers begin to explore, looking for warmth and wetness. 

I softly sigh in pleasure and arch my back so that my bottom presses hard against your cock. You dip your fingers into my wet pussy and pull them out to wet my clit. You rub my clit while still playing with my erect nipple and kissing my neck a little harder now, sucking gently. I can no longer control the urge to kiss you full on the mouth and I turn around and press my body up against yours, feeling you against me, hard and hot. I look you right in the eyes to explore your emotion and then I touch your chin lightly with my hand while pressing my sweet lips to yours. As the kiss becomes more passionate, our tongues play fight and my hand moves around to the back of your neck cradling your head gently so that you do not break away from our kiss. You take me into a full embrace and pull my body close so that you can feel my warm, soft breasts on your chest. 

We kiss passionately for a few moments and then I break our kiss and begin to kneel in front of you, lowering my body to the floor while dragging my hands down your chest gently. As I reach my knees, I take hold of your hard cock and gently squeeze it forward to milk out a glistening pearl of lust. I look up into your eyes and part my lips slightly, as if to put lipstick on, and I take the silky smooth tip of your cock and start at the corner of my mouth and apply the drop of lust to my lips as if it were indeed my lipstick, first the top lip, nice and slowly, all the way around, and then my bottom lip. Watching this you get a little crazy and tilt your head back as a sigh escapes uncontrollably from your lungs.

While your eyes are closed, I reach around behind you with my other hand and put it to your bottom. You look down just in time to watch me begin working my mouth slowly over your cockhead. My lips are all wet and glistening. Very slowly, I glide you into my mouth, pursing my lips so it’s nice and tight going in. I glide you in more and more, swirling my tongue on the bottom side of your sweet cock. My hand is on your bottom and I pull you toward me to bury you into my mouth. I can hear your breathing; it's getting faster as my tongue works all over your cock. My tongue is swirling and darting. 

I pull my lips toward your cockhead again, sucking gently, and then I begin to rhythmically move you in and out of my mouth by pulling on your bottom and then backing my mouth away, in and out you go. You look down to see your nice hard cock disappearing and reappearing. It drives you crazy! I love having you in my mouth and seeing the pleasure in your face from my every move on your cock with my tongue and lips. 

I work my lips, hands and tongue over your cock now, and look up into your eyes while you're buried deep inside my mouth. I watch your eyes as you see your wet glistening cock slide in and out of my hungry mouth. I reach up and tug gently on your balls, filling my small hand with them while never letting your cock leave my mouth. Your cock is very wet from my mouth and I taste your precum on my tongue as I slowly draw your cock out of my mouth. With my hands I milk more precum to the opening and lick it off with my tongue. Tasting you makes me even more hungry for your sweet cum and I begin sucking you while pumping my wet hand up and down your cock, milking you into my warm, hungry mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth and you can feel my passion in every synchronized movement of my hand and mouth.

You feel a tingling in your balls and you can't take it much longer. You want to cum so bad but you don't want to come in my mouth. You want to make love to me. You want to show me how much you love me. So you gently pull me up and away from your cock. It takes a lot of willpower because you want to explode in my mouth watching and feeling me suck your cock so nice and sweet!

You bring me up to your mouth now. You're breathing is almost uncontrolled. You look me in the eye and I can see the sweetest combination of lust and love in your eyes. I can see how much you want to fuck me like crazy and yet make sweet love to me at the very same time. You are wild with passion and overwhelmed with love. 

You pull me ever so close and I can feel your hard hot cock against my body. It's wet from my mouth. You kiss me full on the mouth and walk me backwards towards the bed. Gently you lie me down on the bed and step between my legs. You recline me slowly and you look at me, your eyes begin at my eyes and then roam all the way down my body slowly. You lick your lips and smile. You lower your body over mine and kiss me very lovingly on the mouth at first. I can feel your cock pressing just at the opening of my pussy. I want you inside me; and I spread my legs a bit more to welcome you inside. Feeling this, you heat up the kiss, your tongue darting in and out and all about with mine. You hear me moan with your tongue in my mouth and you know that I want you inside me!

You break our kiss and without reaching down, you gently start your cock at the opening of my pussy as we both watch you do it. One last look into my eyes and you glide your cock in effortlessly. It is so hot and wet there that you close your eyes and bury it deeper and deeper into me. You can hear me breathing heavier. When you reach my depths with your sweet cock, you hear me take in a quick, deep breath and you feel me arch my head back to expose my neck and force my breasts up toward you. 

You begin fucking your slippery cock in and out of me and kissing me on the breasts as you hold yourself up slightly off my body. You look at my face and you see that look in my eye that tells you I want you to kiss me NOW! You don't hesitate to accommodate my desire to be kissed because you know it makes my pussy get even wetter and hotter and you want to feel me grinding my hips against you. You know if you kiss my lips and suck on my neck while you are fucking me that I won't be able to hold my pussy still and you will get a ride from the bottom side like no one else can give you!

As you continue fucking your cock in and out of my wet, writhing pussy, you keep your tongue buried in my mouth. You know that makes me crazy and I'll open my legs wide so you can bury yourself deeper and deeper into me. You feel your balls gently banging against my bottom now with each inward stroke. My mind is whirling with passion as I feel your cock gliding in and out, in and out, and your tongue doing the same to my mouth! You raise up on one hand as much as you can without losing contact with either my mouth or my dripping wet pussy. You reach your hand down to the tight space between our bodies and you begin to rub my clit as you are fucking me and kissing me. You can tell by my breathing and moaning and whimpering into your mouth that I'm about to cum all over your nice hard cock and it makes you want to cum too. You want to make me cum!

You keep rubbing and kissing and fucking me until I feel my body starting to flush with pleasure! Then I feel it, a warmth taking over my whole body. You recognize the sound of my short spasmodic breaths now and you speed up. Pulling away from my lips and looking me in the eyes, you fuck your cock in and out of me faster and faster now while rubbing my clit faster and faster. 

My head tilts back and I'm gasping in short uncontrolled breaths now and you know that you have me right where you want me! You just keep fucking and fingering until my whole body feels like it’s about to explode. I start to whimper little moans rhythmically with each inward thrust of your cock. You know I'm less than seconds away from cumming all over your now throbbing cock!

You feel a tightening in your balls. You’re thinking about how nice and slippery my pussy feels and how lust fills my eyes as I look into yours almost helplessly. You hear one last gasp from me and suddenly you feel my pussy spasming all around your hard cock. You begin to push into me deeper and deeper with each stroke as your balls begin to churn and you feel like all control is now lost. You don't care! My pussy is so hot and wet! 

Now that I've started cumming, I have spread my legs even wider to let your cock have its way with my deepest recesses where I want you to bury your cum. You feel it; it's working its way up. Looking into my eyes you tell me, “Oh baby, you feel so good! You’re going to make me cum!” My pussy is still rhythmically clenching around your throbbing cock and then I feel it starting to pulsate as you send your warm cum deep inside me. You keep fucking me until you have no more and you drop slowly on top of me. You have just cum so hard that you haven't the strength to hold yourself up off my body anymore. 

We lay in each others arms with you on top of me and I stroke your back gently with my hand. Your skin feels like warm silk and I feel warm inside and out. After a few moments, you notice that I'm holding my breath from your weight on my chest and you roll just to the side a bit, still on top of me. You don't want to leave me. You want to stay as close to me as you can. 

Your cock is softer now but you're still inside me. You look me in the eye and tell me that you love me as you kiss my lips ever so sweetly. I return your kiss and tell you that I love you too. You smile happily and roll over onto your back with a very relaxed sigh escaping your lungs. I turn to you and gently cradle my leg over your body. I put my arm over your chest and lay my head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. 

You tighten your arm around me and I squeeze gently with my arm and leg to hug you. I feel the heat of your body against mine, I hear your heartbeat. As I listen, our breathing becomes slower and slower, each breath getting deeper and deeper until we fall to sleep in each others arms. It’s peaceful, spent, loving sleep.



You



Our telephone conversation is brief. I don't know much about you from your ad, and I don't ask. I don't even know your name, only your code: luv69. I simply tell you that when you come over, we will have a drink and discuss the night's activities. I tell you how to find my posh condo in Northwest Washington, DC, with its hardwood floors and Oriental rugs and incredible view over the park and how to enter the secret code to get into the building. 

An hour later, I hear a knock at my door. I open it. You are small, with blonde hair and postcard-sky blue eyes. You are young, your early 20's at most. You are wearing a thin cotton summer dress, blue, with a low-cut bodice and buttons down the front. The length is medium-thigh, and your legs are bare, clad only in a pair of strappy leather sandals. I can see the roundness of your well-shaped breasts. Your nipples are erect. I am so much taller than you that you reach only to my chest. My dark hair and trimmed beard are a sharp contrast to your light blonde hair and clear white skin.

You step in. Now, if I were polite, I would introduce myself. If I were polite, I would invite you to sit down. If I were polite, I would ask you what you want to drink. 

What I actually do is this: I close the door behind you and, with a firm hand, lean you against the wall of the narrow entrance foyer. With my hand, I turn your head to one side and suck and nibble your earlobe. I run my tongue around your ear. You are about to say something: I place an authoritative finger over your lips and you stop. I kiss and suck your neck. I pull apart the top of your dress. You are not wearing a bra, and your round, pale breasts spill out to be sucked and tongued and kissed until your breath starts coming in short gasps. 

I reach down and hike up your skirt. You are wearing nothing underneath, and my hand goes right to your pussy with its light dusting of blond hair. I find your labia and clit and fondle them and feel you getting wetter and wetter until you are ready. I unbutton and unzip and my cock is so hard that it jumps right out of my tidy whities, long and thick and up-curved. I place the large head right against your labia, and all I have to do is push to slide it in. But I don't.

Instead, I put my large hands around your small waist and lift you like a male ballet dancer lifting his partner. I place you facing away from me and toward the living room, and press down on your bare, lightly freckled, smooth shoulder to indicate that you should get on your hands and knees on the Oriental carpet that runs the length of the foyer. You do, and I kneel behind you, lifting your dress and taking you from behind. We start slow, you grinding your round, smooth ass into my hips as I thrust back and forth, faster and faster. You are moaning now, panting, pushing back against me as I thrust, until finally we both come.

"That was quite an introduction," you say. "Now what?" We stand; I had fucked my way out of my shoes and slacks, which are on the floor. You are still wearing your dress, but all the buttons have come undone and your breasts are out. 

"Here's how it's going to be." I say this not in a difficult or nasty tone, simply stating a fact. "I tell you what to do, and you do everything I say."

After a moment's hesitation, you say, "OK. What do you want me to do?" 

"First, take off your dress and leave it on the floor near my pants." You comply. You stand there, in the foyer, waiting. I take a few moments to look at you, to take in your slight but well-proportioned body, flat stomach, moist pussy with its hair now musky with perspiration, your soft round breasts and their prominent nipples, your long, straight blonde hair parted in the middle, your insanely blue eyes and small, slightly pouty mouth. You have a dimple in the middle of your chin; looking at it gets me hard again, and, if I let it, could make me love you. I will never tell you this.

"Now," I say, "Lie on your back in front of the fireplace." You go into the living room, where you find a soft quilt folded on the couch. You spread it in front of the fireplace and lie down on your back on the quilt. I see that you are about to ask me something, and I stop you with a warning look. "Wait," I say.

I go into the bedroom, open my closet, choose a red silk tie, and walk back out to where you are waiting, helpless, prone. "Close your eyes." I use the tie as a blindfold, and wrap it around your eyes and secure it, enough to stay in place but not to be uncomfortable, behind your head. 

I go to the kitchen and return. "Now, I'm going to pour something on your body. It might be cold. It might be hot. You don't know." You don't say anything, but I can see a look of fear in your eyes.

"Do you trust me?" I ask.

You don't say anything. I can see your thin, white arms starting to shake like an aspen in the wind.

"Do you trust me?" I ask again.

You hesitate, but finally say "y-yes."

I pour, from a bottle that I carried from the kitchen, Godiva chocolate liqueur. I start at your navel, the center of the world, and move up in a narrow black Nile to your breasts. Starting from your left nipple, I pour in a widening spiral, the spiral of galaxies and conch shells, until I reach the edge of your perfect white breast. I do the same on your right. Back to the world-center. I pour down now, to your salty, sweaty pussy.

Then I leave you too put the bottle away. When I return, you haven't moved. I begin to lick off the sweat, heady liqueur, starting with your breasts, making sure every drop is gone with my rough, sensual tongue, sucking hard on your nipples until I can taste no more of the chocolate, only the sweetness of your flesh. You gasp. 

I work my way down, swirling my tongue in your navel, going on down to your sweet, salty, musky cunt. I lick the liqueur off your labia, your clitoris, suck it out of your pubic hair. You are moaning down, and I am harder than I ever thought possible. My the time I mount you, you are ready to come. I can feel you coming and coming as I stroke in and out and finally I explode inside you.

Later, we lie on the quilt on the hardwood floor on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, the air almost foggy with sweat and chocolate and sex. 

"I wasn't really planning to stay," you said.

"You're staying," I say.

"I guess I could."

"And you'll do whatever I say, until morning."

"Yes."

I steal a look at you out of the corner of my eye. You are smiling a small smile that I am not supposed to see. 



You



You.

I think of you when I touch myself. Softly touching, like butterflies landing on my skin. 

You. That first time. Remember?

We were both so bashful about it, about actually being without clothes with someone else. We were nineteen and at college, just you and I, alone in our dorm room, the window shades drawn and the door locked.

The moment of truth.

You were so pretty. I know I told you that over and over again even though you never seemed to believe it. I constantly thought of you, of your face and eyes and hands. Pretty hands.

You're so pretty. I think about your prettiness and touch myself...now. Just there. Like you did that first time. Right there where it counts. 

Soft bursts of pleasure. Tingles racing. I couldn't breathe. You touched me there - right there - and it made me feel so good. My own hand froze, remember? I was reaching down and down (like you were), but you touched mine first and my mind went blank. I opened my eyes - because they shut tight! - and there you were. Your pretty, smiling face, looking like you just achieved an award.

Then things went wild and hot and passionate. We couldn't stop ourselves. We didn't want to!

Reaching further down, spreading my legs a little, I push my finger in. I gasp. I can't help it. Like that first time. Involuntary. Out of control. Body trembling inside and out. I feel that knot in my tummy now, like then - like always. Just twisting up inside, wanting to stretch and flatten and spread open.

Wide.

Now you're on your back, knees drawn up, legs spread. I just stared at you. You didn't know because you had your eyes closed, waiting. I stared though. I looked right down at what you were so bravely offering to me. It was so pretty. You were so pretty there with your cute little muff and your pussy lips so swollen and excited. How could anyone resist such a prize?

I gasp in pleasure and the remembrance. My finger is wet, slick. Deep inside me, then out. The air cools it and I push it in again. My pelvis lifts up and I reached further down, thinking of you and your pretty pussy. So sweet and vulnerable. I didn't know what to do to it at first so I continued looking at it, letting my eyes wander up your raised thighs then down your shins. Your feet were pale and lovely and would get the attention they deserved - but later. Not now.

Now I was transfixed on your pussy.

Then the entire fabric of time seemed to snap and I found myself hungrily feasting on that pussy of yours. You gasped I remember - out of surprise and shock I think! - but then you moaned so softly and so contentedly that it only made me want to do more to you.

To do everything to you.

I ate you for almost an hour that first time. I can still remember your taste, your sweet, fragrance and the thick, wonderful texture of your juices. So much. You were so wet!

But then I was too, like now. Like this very moment as I masturbate over your memories - in and out, rubbing my clit with the pad of my finger. Rubbing, pushing, circling. Orgasms swell and explode. My navel feels as though it will suck inward and then shoot a beam of white light from its center. 

You. You gasping on that long ago bed, squirming, covering your eyes with the back of your wrist, your chest heaving, ribs showing. So beautiful! Everything so beautiful!

And then I came too. Just laying there on my front between your feet, I felt the tension reach the point of no return and I came. I don't know if you remember my grunting out against your pussy lips but I did. I grunted and moaned and then it was over and I was back to rubbing my tongue between your wonderfully swollen labia. Up and down and around, pushing them to the sides, tasting, smelling. You finally grabbed your knees and pulled them back to your chest, your ass rolling up at me. I pushed my tongue into your pussy-hole and you grunted something - my name I think - and then your toes curled. I tongued you deep, as deep as my stretched out tongue would reach, and you began rolling and pushing against me.

Together, we made you come seven times before you remembered your name and sat up and pounced on me. I was treated to the most wonderful tongue-bath ever by the prettiest woman ever and in the end there was not a single part of my body that hadn't been explored by you.

In the soft, quiet, dark hours afterwards we simply lay together, breathing, thinking, touching. My mind was a flurry of thoughts and ideas, of worries and concerns, but my emotions were steady. They were laying against you, rising and falling with your breaths. I looked at your nipples and how soft and satisfied they were. I loved them. I loved your breasts even though you always complained about how small they were in comparison to mine. But I loved them, touching them, kissing them - just seeing them.

You I'm thinking about...just you. Just now. Just when the warmth seems just about to turn into pain in my depths and the release flows and pushes and comes out of me. The pleasure.

My pleasure with you.



You



I had always fancied you, I was sure you noticed my eyes on your body, my glances caressing your graceful curves as I undressed you in my mind. 

I used to let my imagination wander and picture you in my arms, holding you tight as I lifted your face to mine and kissed you deeply, our tongues eagerly searching for one another. I would then dream of slowly stripping you, letting the clothes fall from your body to the floor until you were naked in my arms and I picked you up, carrying you to the big soft rug in front of the warming flames of a roaring fire. 

There I would kiss every inch of your body enjoying your delicate skin and lingering over the more sensitive areas until I could hold myself back no longer, moving over you and pressing my swollen aching flesh into your body for the first time. 

In my mind we would make love all night using our bodies to pleasure each other until we fell asleep exhausted as the first wisps of light began to drift through the lace curtains.

You can imagine how I felt then, that night in the bar when we started to talk. I had never felt so nervous, my throat was dry and my heart was in my mouth. Everything I said seemed so stupid but we stayed together all evening. You were everything I had ever dreamed that you were and more. 

In the Taxi on the way home I plucked up all my courage and when your beautiful face was lifted up to talk to me I leaned down and kissed you on the mouth. You responded immediately opening your mouth to mine and putting your arms around my neck, our tongues hungrily touching just as in my dreams. When the Taxi arrived at your flat I was prepared to say goodnight but you asked me if I wanted to stay the night. My wildest dreams were about to become reality. 

As you searched in your handbag for the key I took you in my arms again and held you tight kissing you once more. We entered your flat where you led me to the kitchen and asked me to open a bottle of wine for us both, as soon as I had the wine open you took two glasses telling me to follow you into the living room. 

We sat on the large comfortable sofa and poured the wine, I took one drink then put down my glass and took you in my arms, lifted your face to mine with one hand and kissed you firmly on the mouth, my tongue slipping between your open lips as we held each other tightly. 

As we kissed I pressed my hand down onto your breast feeling its soft weight through your clothes before I started to undo the buttons down the front of your blouse opening it and lifting my hand to your bra. You pushed your chest against my hand as it closed around the soft lace of your bra enjoying the feel of my fingers caressing you through the thin material. You pulled away from and me and stood up letting your blouse slip down over your shoulders and undid the waistband of your skirt to let that too fall to the floor. 

You stood before me looking proud and wonderfully erotic wearing only your stockings and suspenders with tiny semi transparent knickers and bra. As I admired your gorgeous body you lifted your hands to the catch of your bra and opened it, allowing the straps to fall from your arms as you crossed them over your breasts and pulled the flimsy material from your lovely body exposing the gorgeous curves of your firm tits. 

You took two steps towards me your graceful body moving sensuously and your pert breasts swinging delightfully. You bent down as you reached me and pulled off my tie then started to undo the buttons on my shirt. I stood up and you pulled my shirt down letting it drop to the floor, then moved in close to me allowing me to take you in my arms again as it fell. I felt the soft skin of your body touch mine, your hard nipples pressing against my chest as I bent to kiss you. 

I felt your hands reach down and undo my belt and the front of my trousers, the zip sliding down over the hard bulge at the front. You let my trousers drop and I stepped out of them leaving my shoes and socks behind, I held you close again my hands running over your delicate skin, feeling your body and enjoying its delicious curves, caressing your soft breasts and pinching your nipples gently, making them harden between my fingers before dropping my hands down to your rounded buttocks. 

I squeezed the firm cheeks of your bottom pressing your hips against the hot throbbing bulge of my erection then slipped my hands inside the back of your knickers and started to slide them down over your buttocks. As the silky material slid down I felt you pull the waist of my shorts down, your forearm brushing my stiff erect prick as it sprang free from its confined space to nestle against your stomach, the swollen tip pressing into your skin as my shorts dropped from my thighs.

I bent down pushing your knickers further down and moving my mouth down to your neck kissing and biting you gently before bending my knees and running my tongue down over your shoulders and onto your breasts to kiss your creamy soft skin, sucking the tight little buds of your nipples into my mouth, feeling them harden between my lips. I dropped to my knees in front of you and pulled your knickers to the floor, my mouth leaving your breasts and running down over your stomach until I felt my lips brush the soft curls covering the rounded mound of your pussy. I slipped my tongue along the crease at the top of your thigh then let it drift into the crisp hairs between your legs. 

You parted your thighs for me and I ran my tongue along the length of your cleft starting to open your sensitive swollen petals with my lips and tongue, smelling and tasting the musk of your excitement as your gorgeous pussy opened to me. My tongue started to lick gently along your sensitive cleft then slid between your delicate lips and probed deeply into the warmth of your body. I sucked your delicate lips into my mouth and started to flick gently around your clitoris exciting you even more. 

You feel me lift my mouth from you then take your hand and pull you down to your knees beside me, l pushed you back so that you were lying in front of me, my hands opening your legs. Kneeling in front of you between your open legs with my thick curving erection pointing at you, I could see all the delights of your body spread before me. 

I ran my hands moved up the inside of your thighs and began to rub the firm mound of your pussy before lowering my head between your thighs. I licked your beautiful pussy again letting my tongue run between your swollen pink lips tasting the rich musk of your excitement, the tip of my tongue seeking for the hard little button of your clitoris, finding it nestling between the pouting lips of your vulva like a pearl in a juicy oyster and making you groan with pleasure. 

I licked you, letting your excitement build, flicking my tongue over your clitoris then drawing it into my mouth before I spread your lips with my fingers and slip my tongue deep into your body tasting the very inside of you as your soaking pussy coated my face with your rich musky juice. I looked up at you, your eyes were shut tight, your hands squeezing your breasts and pulling on your nipples making them stand on end while I sucked you. You enjoyed my tongue for a little while then leaned forward to pull me up and kissed me. 

I savoured your breasts on the way up sucking your hard little nipples then kissed you full on the mouth pushing my tongue between your lips. I lay between your parted legs and you felt me slowly ease my aching cock towards the centre of your soaking wet sex, allowing my hot aching cock to press against the soft heat of your pussy, I felt the tip being moistened by your love juice as I slid it along the length of your aching slit then allowed it to slip between your swollen lips and push against the tight muscles guarding the entrance to your body.

I pushed my hips gently at you letting my hard flesh enter you slightly, feeling your warmth and wetness engulf the very end of my throbbing prick as it opened up your pussy. I stopped, teasing you by moving backwards and forwards very gently with just the bulging head of my cock inside you before pushing myself firmly down plunging my thick hard shaft all the way into your soft warm cunt, forcing your yielding body to stretch and accept my swollen flesh. You held me tightly as I fucked you gently enjoying the feel of your tight cunt gripping the length of my cock as it slipped in and out of the warm velvet heat of your body. 

My slow gentle movements began to get faster and harder as our excitement built and you feel the full length of my hard cock sliding easily in and out of your soaking cunt, wetting the hairs at the base of my cock and filling your aching hole with each thrust. 

I reached down underneath you and gripped your buttocks, pulling your hips up to meet my glistening erection, driving myself even deeper into your body and grinding the base of my aching prick against your swollen clitoris with each thrust of my hips. 

I know my orgasm is close but hold off waiting for you to come first, suddenly the waves of pleasure surged through you spreading out from your inflamed clitoris to break around defenceless body as your climax overwhelmed you, the contractions of your cunt along the stiff length of my cock forcing my own orgasm from me, an explosion of pleasure shooting from my balls and up my swollen shaft from base to tip making my prick jerk inside you and spray jets of thick creamy sperm deep into your body. 

Our orgasms subsided slowly and we relaxed, my shrinking penis slipping gently from your body as I held you closely, kissing you deeply as our energy returned.

You woke me gently your soft mouth moving delicately on my sensitive cock, sucking it slowly between your lips as your tongue moved around the smooth round end making it grow and stiffen in your mouth. You cupped my balls in one hand feeling their weight in your palm and wrapped your fingers around my thickening shaft rubbing the bulging head of my prick against your cheek. You slowly pulled back my foreskin exposing my hot glans, making a small drop of clear semen appear from the pouting hole at the end.  

You delicately licked the drop of moisture from me, tasting my excitement before licking the entire length of my straining shaft slowly from base to tip. The feelings you were producing in me were unbelievable I wanted to force my aching cock into your tight wet pussy and fuck you as hard as I could, to relieve the terrible ache in my groin. You pursed your lips and rested them against the end of my cock, squeezing my shaft with your hand then as you looked up at me slid my penis slowly and tantalisingly into your mouth sucking the end then sliding the shaft between your lips making me groan with delight and push my hips towards your face. 

I watched the wonderful erotic sight of my angry swollen flesh press between your beautiful lips as you began moving your head backwards and forwards, pushing me into you mouth, scraping the sensitive skin with your teeth and caressing me with your tongue. Watching your pretty face swallow my thick veined penis and feeling your lips and tongue play over my prick nearly made me come there and then, somehow I held off as you started to rock your head back and forth sliding my swollen manhood between your lips, coating me with your saliva, milking the base of my prick gently with your hand and feeling my balls. 

My hips developed a life of their own thrusting at your face pushing my stiff erect prick against the roof of your mouth and tongue. As I watched my swollen, angry looking flesh slip in and out of your beautiful mouth my pleasure grew to the point when I could not prevent my hips from thrusting at you, pressing my big thick cock right to the back of your mouth, I ached desperately for release and thrust faster and faster into your warm mouth as you wrapped your lips around my thick curved erection, I wanted to come in your mouth letting my spunk flood from the end of my cock and run out over your tongue and between your lips, filling your mouth faster than you could swallow. 

You stopped before I came, desperate for my hot swollen cock to pierce the slippery folds of your cunt and slide deep into your body. You pulled my thick throbbing penis from your mouth and straddling my hips and reached down between your thighs to grasp my rigid erection. 

You lifted your hips and placed my cock against your wet aching pussy rubbing it along your burning groove, feeling it open your swollen petals then pressing it against your clit before pushing my hot erection flesh back between your sex lips letting the tip poke into the soft molten core of your cunt before easing your weight down onto me and forcing my solid shaft up into your aching body, impaling yourself on my rigid spear and grinding your clitoris against the hard bone at the base of my prick. 

You feel me slide past your gaping lips all the way into your body, burying my solid flesh in your moist folds and enjoying the sensations as the long curving shaft stretched your glistening flesh easing itself easily inside. You began to ride me, sliding my thick cock in and out of your swollen cunt and rubbing your clitoris against me, making your breasts bounce as you to moved on me. 

You moved faster and faster my hips riding up to meet yours forcing my flesh harder and deeper into your body each time. I looked down at my hard prick sliding in and out of your body as you rode me, the red lips of your tightly stretched cunt slipping up and down the thick shaft leaving it glistening wetly with your juice then up to see your succulent tits bouncing above my face as you fucked me. I reached up and squeezed them enjoying their weight on my hands as your excitement built, rolling your nipples between my fingers and thumbs as your orgasm approached. 

As you rode me harder and harder I gripped your soft tits and pinched your nipples harder, your mounting excitement and rapid movements driving me wild with pleasure and forcing my orgasm to suddenly burst up along my prick and flood your beautiful cunt with thick creamy sperm, the jerking of my cock as I came deep inside you triggering your own climax. You rubbed your tender flesh backwards and forwards against me your feelings building to a crescendo then your orgasm hit you, taking you by force, wild groans escaping your lips the repeated shocks of ecstasy stabbed into your excited cunt and spread throughout your body.

Spasms of pleasure coursing through you as you collapsed forward onto my chest, letting me wrap my arms around you and hold you tight as we both recovered, my cock just moving gently inside you as it shrank and we slowly drifted back into sleep together, my soft cock still nestling in your satisfied cunt.



You...



I can't get you out of my mind. I know it borders insanity, that complete, consuming way in which you enter my thoughts and dominate them. I close my eyes and you're there, your voice creeps into my head and my heart begins to pound. I want you so desperately that my body reacts to these thoughts as if you were here... touching me.

Do you remember the night that we met? Each of us there, alone within the group, each, in our own way, hunting the crowd for treats. I had no idea after speaking with you that night that I would beg to be in your bed inside 24 hours. I remember your clothing, your smell, how your eyes looked laughing behind your glasses. I don't know what distracted me from looking at you closer that night but it has driven me crazy all this time.

I lie alone, thinking. It's dark and I am bare, tossing and turning in bed because my wandering mind's eye keeps going back to you and the last time. The look in your eyes that lets me know you're wanting and ready. The grip of your hand that pulls me possessively to you. The smell of your skin... the taste of your mouth. The way you tossed me onto the bed and rolled me over onto my stomach. The way you wouldn't let me touch you or turn around. The way you drank what you created.

Without seeking it, my body feeds off the thought of you. My nipples tighten, enticing me into touching them. They tingle urgently when I hold back and send jolts of longing to my pussy, which reacts by becoming slicker and throbbing. Images of you flash through my mind and I don't know how long I'll be able to hold back until I have to touch... have to seek release.

I roll over, whimpering my frustration, angry with myself for the weakness the mere thought of you causes in my will. I hear you... "Cum..." and I want to, desperately, though you're nowhere near. Wetter.. So much so that it begins to coat me. I have to touch. You do this to me... you and no other.

Again I roll over; my forearm drapes itself over my eyes, as if the action would be able to block the mental pictures of you that possess me. To no avail, I weaken further and my right hand grazes the taut peak of my nipples and they make me shiver... answering my tease with an electric 'Yes... touch...'

I open my eyes wide, my breath caught in my throat, the room otherwise silent. I surrender to the feeling of my fingers rolling over my nipples and before I know it, the arm that once hid my eyes, lowers and finds my legs parted and ready... my fingers find my slit soaked... my clit hard.

You do this to me and I have no choice but to obey. Night after night, when I'm not with you, my craving becomes unbearable and yes, again my finger slips inside me, again I close my eyes and moan into an empty room, again I press the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit and masturbate to the thought of you. 

I need to cum so badly, before I even let my finger circle my clit, before I let myself touch too closely. I know it won't be long and though I want to savor, I cannot, you won't let me. I hear you urging me. Your voice in my ear... "Touch... touch for me..." You make me so fucking wet that I need nothing, not even when I let my finger slip lower to gently tease the opening of my asshole. I want it... so much...

My chest is rising and falling now, the room no longer quiet or echoing the sound of my breath. I moan now that I touch, I whimper from the pleasure the thought of you brings me though I am alone and I don't care what a passer by might hear. I'm cumming... to the thought of you... 

I can't stop... I can't... my middle finger has taken a life of its own, its mission to bring my body pleasure. It alternates from teasing my clit to plunging deep inside me when I come too close to orgasm, frequently it comes to my lips so that I may taste it, suck it as I would you if you were here.

My body becomes a blur of motion and reaction, my mind playing the memories of you on a loop and it's as if you were there again. Back arching, sharp intakes of air, mumbled words of pleasure, hair in my mouth, the sounds of my wet pussy being stroked, fucked by my own fingers... cumming... closer... closer... God... you're going to make me cum again... and I am helpless. 



You



The bus is crowded during rush hour, and you get pushed toward the back, standing in the aisle, held up by the bodies pressed against you. You only wore a flimsy little cotton sundress that day because of the heat, but now you're starting to wish you had a little more clothing on. The heat wave in this city has lasted so long, you think people might be getting a little crazy, yourself included. You imagine the people around you leering down at you, but was it just your imagination? No, that guy off to your left is definitely letting his gaze linger on your body for longer than seems polite. You glance down toward where his gaze is directed and realize that your dress has dampened from your sweat and that of the people around you, and is clinging to you lewdly. You feel yourself blush, not just on your face, but all the way down your chest, and you catch the leering man smirking at your embarrassment.

You look away, but it seems everywhere you look, your gaze is met with more staring and smirking. You realize you are completely surrounded by men, and none of them seem disinterested in you and your little dress. You feel a hand move gently up your thigh, timidly at first. You try to move, but you are trapped in the crush of bodies, listening to the bus driver tell people to move back so more people can get on the bus. The hand on your thigh gets bolder as it moves closer to your little cotton panties, caressing your ass through the material as you realize you can feel the familiar tingle of your own arousal.

You blush again and silently curse your body for reacting this way. You should be struggling harder to move, calling out this bastard for taking liberties, pushing your way out of the circle of guys holding you in place, but you don't. His hand on you feels so nice; you're six months into a period of self-imposed celibacy after your last relationship ended, and no one has touched you intimately in all that time. You haven't even masturbated in -- a month? two? How long has it been since you've even thought of sex? Now here you are getting turned on by the caress of a stranger on the bus, and you can't even turn around to see who it is. Without realizing consciously what you're doing, you spread your legs apart a bit and breathe out in relief as the hand moves down to your pussy. After a few strokes of your lips through your underwear, you hear a soft chuckle in your ear and a voice say "Soaked through."

The hand slips inside your panties to caress your moist slit, and you breathe in sharply and close your eyes as a finger slides inside you. The energy around you changes as the men notices something's up. More hands find their way onto your body, sliding under your dress, caressing your skin, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples. You're not even sure how your panties have been removed, but now more hands are fighting for real estate on your ass and pussy, and a second finger, from a different hand, is inside you. You are dripping wet now, the insides of your thighs slick with moisture, and you still can't believe you are not only letting this happen, but loving it. Maybe the heat *has* driven you insane.

Your eyes still closed, you let out a little moan and reach down to rub your clit. You again feel a change in the mood around you, as the men realize you are willingly participating and want to come. You hear a zipper behind you and feel an erection pressed against you. The voice belonging to the man who was first groping you murmurs "do you want this?" in your ear and you nod, unable to find your voice. A small skirmish occurs around the entrance to your pussy as hands are pushed aside, fingers pulled out and replaced by his cock. You shut down the part of your mind that can't believe you are being fucked by someone you haven't even seen on a crowded bus in broad daylight and meet his thrusts with yours. He reaches around you and takes over rubbing your clit until you come, biting your lip and trying not to attract too much attention outside your little circle of admirers. The feel of your pulsating orgasm on his cock sends him over the edge, and he groans softly as he thrusts up deeper inside you, and you can feel the throb of him coming, the hot squirt of come inside you. 

He pulls out and you feel another hard cock probing at your entrance. You open your eyes and a man in front of you has a look of pure lust on his face, and you figure why stop now? You position yourself for easier entrance, and he eagerly thrusts into you. He's a little too tall, though, and the positioning isn't working well until he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, find a rhythm. You can feel the come from the first guy dripping out of you down your ass, and the tickle of it, the thought of how dirty you are right now turns you on even more. A hand on your ass moves down to your pussy to get some wetness, then starts rubbing your asshole, tentatively at first, then pushing inside your anus, first one finger, then two as you relax your muscles. You haven't had assplay in so long, you had almost forgotten how good it feels, but now all of your nerve endings are screaming at the stimulation and you come again, and before long there's a cock in your ass, too.

You feel so full, your holes stuffed by two cocks, and you're almost sad when the guy in your pussy comes and withdraws. You want more and you gasp out a barely coherent statement to that effect, but it was hardly necessary because the guy in your ass has already wrapped his arms around you and supports you with the help of the crowd while another guy steps in to take his place in your pussy. At some point you realize you've lost count of how many men have come in and on you. The bus is clearing out a little as people get off, and the passengers are shifting so that the back of the bus is only filled with people who want to fuck you, while the others have retreated in disgust, shaking their heads, because there's no way to hide what's happening at this point. You know you've missed your stop, but you don't care. After the drought you are gorging on cock, and you realize with shame and excitement that you love feeling used like a dirty slut, a cum dumpster who exists only for other people's pleasure. No one cares if you come, not after that first groper, but you come anyway, over and over, from the pleasure of pleasing people and the shame of being exposed so publicly.

The bus empties more and the circle of men around you shrinks as people go home for dinner, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened, but you've been forever changed by this chance groping on the bus. When everyone has had their fun and left, you are left alone, exhausted by pleasure, slumped in a pool of semen on a seat in the back. The bus stops and the driver comes to the back. "That was quite a show you put on," he says. "The other guys are gonna be so glad we have cameras on the bus." You blush yet again, and laugh at yourself a little for being such a prude now. Who cares? Those cameras aren't good enough for anyone to recognize you. You shrug and tell him you're glad he enjoyed it. He offers you a ride home, and you thank him with a quick blowjob before walking up to your apartment, glad for the cover of dusk as come drips down your legs and you idly wonder whatever happened to your underwear. 



You



Dedication and Thank you:

To my dear friend Gipsy Keket, thank you for the wonderful names you came up with and for your always being there for me, and; being a creative inspiration to me always. You are a great friend and inspiration. I love ya girl!

It was a Sunday morning and it had begun to rain when I heard these words: "You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain." Julian said as he quoted the book, The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls by Emilie Autumn.

I just looked at him not knowing what to say. How does he know anything about me we only just met; yet, he did seem to know me. That being the case he probably knew that I wanted to rip his clothes off and have my way with him right there. I just need to keep my cool and not let it show. How do I do that, I was never good at hiding myself from people; I wear my heart on my sleeve and everyone seems to know what I am feeling before I do.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to analyze you. It is just a hazard of being a psych major." He laughed sweetly.

My breath caught and I smiled up at him. I shrugged and he held a hand out to me. I shook it and felt a chill run through my body. His skin was soft like he had known little work but I liked the way his hand felt in mine. "My name is," I hesitated because I hated my name and all the variations that went with it. "My name is Mas." He gave me a questioning look and I went on to explain. "My name is Thomas. I hate my name and all variations of it. I was also named after a man I despise."

"Ah, I understand." He said his voice soft and smooth. "It really is nice to meet you Mas." He smiled, it was bright and happy and I could not help but smile back at him. "Would you like to have lunch?"

What was I supposed to say, no and be rude? If I said yes I seemed eager and easy. What the hell was I supposed to do? "Sure I'll go." I smiled and he smiled back at me. Goddess help me I am easy.

"Great. How about The Chowder House down by the bay?"

I nodded my head afraid to speak to him, afraid he would know more about me in the few words I spoke than I even knew about myself. It was scary to have someone see into you like they were living your life. I shivered at the thought and we began walking towards the small intimate restaurant.

We were seated and I was looking out at the bay when his voice broke into my thoughts.

"Would you like some wine?"

"Sure, thank you."

"Does white work for you? Or would you like something else?"

"White is fine."

The waitress arrived and Julian ordered the wine and some appetizers for them. I just watched as Julian interacted with the waitress. He was indeed sexy and I found myself thinking that he was probably an animal in bed and I felt my body react. "Fuck!" I thought and sipped at my lemon water. I didn't need water I needed a cold fucking shower.

"So tell me about yourself."

The inevitable question, I hated talking about myself. I smiled and pretended. "I was named after my grandfather who is a murdering prick. He murdered 5 girls in his life time and..." I paused.

"Wow. Why were you named after him then?"

"So that maybe I would not turn out like him, well that is what I've always been told. It makes no sense to me but whatever. My mother is dead and my father is never around. He is a very selfish man that only thinks about himself. He drinks way too much and I moved out as soon as I was old enough."

He just nodded his head. He was analyzing me again and I hated that but that was the hazards of being a psych major I guessed. "How old are you if you don't mind me asking?"

"29." I replied my voice more even and calm now. I hate talking about my grandfather and my father.

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No." Was all I said and left it at that, I knew he could tell I was not being totally truthful with him but I didn't care at the moment. I didn't have any living siblings so I wasn't exactly lying but I wasn't exactly telling the truth either.

"Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend or..." he paused seeing the blush creep into my face.

"No, I am painfully single." I said and the blush in my face grew deeper. "I would love to find that right person but I am starting to wonder if that is ever going to happen."

"What are you looking for?"

"You" I thought to myself. "I don't know, someone sweet, kind, and someone who loves me for me. It tends to turn people off to find out my Grandfather was a serial killer." There was no change of expression on Julian's face when I confessed that my Grandfather was a serial killer. I mean I had said that he had killed 5 people but I never said more than that. Still he did not flinch. "Hmm, I wonder what he is thinking?"

"I'm not turned off..." Julian replied and reached for my hand.

My heart jumped and my mouth went dry, I didn't know what to say. I bit my lip and wanted to take his hand into mine. "I...I just want you to know that I..."

"You like men, I know."

I laughed to myself and a big part of me relaxed and I felt his hand press down onto my hand and I turned my hand over in his hand and he traced a finger down the palm of my hand.

The waitress came with the wine and took our orders but we hardly noticed that she was there we were so wrapped up in each other after that moment.

"I don't think I am very hungry." I confessed.

Julian smiled, "I know how you feel. Would you like to get our food to go?" I nodded my head and when the waitress walked by Julian flagged her down and asked to have our orders to go. She did not look happy but I didn't care. Julian threw some money down on the table and then handed the waitress a very large tip and a smile returned to her face and a few minutes later she returned with our food bagged and ready to go.

"Are you ready?" Julian asked. I nodded and flowed him out of the restaurant hand in hand.

We walked back to Julian's apartment and went inside. We entered and he shut the door and stared into my eyes for a long moment before pushing me up against the door and kissing me. He didn't ask and I didn't care I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around him. My breath began coming in sharp intakes of breath and I dropped my head back as he kissed my neck. "Julian..." I moaned softly. "Please don't stop..." I begged and he let his hands wander my body.

Clothes were torn off and tossed to the floor. I wanted to touch him but I was afraid that if I did he would disappear into thin air; but my desire won out and I reached out and traced a finger down his smooth chest. "Take me to bed." I whispered and followed as he led the way into the bedroom. Pulling me back into his arms as he laid me down on the bed and began caressing my skin. His hands were indeed soft and I loved the way they felt against me.

Covering me with his body he reached for the nightstand and took out a condom and lube. I smiled but did not speak. I knew he was asking permission by the look in his eyes and I just wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in kissing him deeply passionately. "Fuck me," I finally whispered as I took the condom from him and tore the foil wrapper open and reached between us and rolled it down over his hard cock.

I was so overwhelmed with anticipation that I could hardly breath and my breaths came in the form of a shallow pant. I needed Julian; I need to feel him inside of me. With an easy push I felt him slide inside of me and I moaned. With ease his body moved in a steady needful motion and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Oh, goddess, this man is making me feel so good." I thought and moaned again as I felt my cock throbbing against him.

I reached between us and stroked my cock I needed to feel more. "Oh, goddess!" I growled in his ear and he thrust harder and deeper into me. "You are making me feel so good."

With a quick roll Julian had me on top of him. I repositioned myself and began riding him hard and fast trying to fill the need that had been growing since I met him in the park. I was so close. I cried out his name and my head fell back as I came hard. My body shuddered and shook with pleasure. Tears welled in my eyes and I didn't know why but the intensity of my orgasm blew my mind; I had felt nothing like it before.

I felt Julian's body tense and he gripped my hips as he pushed up hard into me and came. He looked into my eyes and smiled at me and I came again. I collapsed against him and began kissing his neck then moving to his lips. "Mmm, I love this. I could get used to this...but if this is just a one time thing I understand."

"Do you want it to be more than a one time thing?" Julian asked.

I didn't need to think about it but I stopped and pretended to think for a minute and then said, "I think I would like that. I could really fall for you if given half a chance." I said and began kissing him again.

"I could fall for you too." Julian smiled up at me before laying me down on the bed and slipping off to get cleaned up. He brought back a washcloth and cleaned me up and we lay in bed talking. "Hold me until I fall asleep?"

"I can do that." He nodded and kissed the top of my head and pulled me tight against his body.



You Again



Seth Archer walked out of his flat – no, apartment, that's what they were called in America – grabbed an issue of Variety, and then waved to his driver. His life in England had been good to him. As much as he had enjoyed Scotland, there was something about London that made him feel at home. Or in other words, safe. He'd had it with his life in Washington and the memories that awaited him there. He'd had it with the states not being able to cover certain parts of medical procedures – one of which had left him in Germany with only his "soul-sister" Holly with him to act as a translator – for six months. Perhaps quite a lot to do to run away from a memory.

But if you'd ask him, he'd tell you everything that happened from the time he moved into his two bedroom flat in London to his posh new apartment in New York had been nothing more than a stroke of luck.

He'd met a man while working in a small bookstore and the two had become close friends. Walter Erikson showed enormous talent when it came to being a lyricist and stage writer. Walter had managed to catch the attention of an up and coming theater producer, who'd been invited to Andrew Lloyd Webber's private party that the man threw every year and had managed to wrangle up another one for Walter. Seth had spent many late nights acting out dialogue and singing songs, only giving his opinion when it was asked for. But one the words "plus one" had shown up on the invitation, Walter hadn't had a chance in hell to pick someone for Seth had already claimed the spot for himself.

With the still amazing success of everything having to do with The Phantom of the Opera occurring, a new and younger cast was being called upon to play the roles of each character for the production that still ran at Her Majesty's Theatre. With a shove from Walter and his producer friend, Seth had found himself thrown into an audition for that of the Phantom, a role that more well known names had lined up for. Despite the odds, it had been a dream for as long as he could remember to play the role, so with head held high he walked into one of his idol's living room and auditioned. The announcement of him being cast as the leading role was given out the next day. 

He spent two years at Her Majesty's Theatre (until he was 26) playing the Phantom before he was moved over to Broadway. At the age of almost 30, Seth couldn't find too much to complain about. His income had been steady and allowed for a luxurious lifestyle, something he only indulged in when need be. Most of his income was divided amongst his close family members and the rest put into savings. 

As the black limousine pulled up to the curb, Seth had just gotten to the article that had been written about the opening night performance with the new cast in Variety. After a quick reminder from his driver that he did have a gala to go to that night, Seth got into the car.

"So, what'd they say?" his driver asked.

He smiled widely. "She wrote: 'Despite having very little professional training when first given the role of the Phantom at the ripe of 24 by Andrew Lloyd Webber, it seems that the Mr. Archer has no intention of anyone else taking the spotlight from him. It is rumored that he has already been considered for the Tony Awards. Michael Crawford was there that night in the front row and said, "The young man gave me chills and seemed to take an understanding to the character that I did not. He is a rising star and will no doubt go far." I must agree with Mr. Crawford – Broadway get ready for the reign of Seth Archer.' Wonderful news isn't it Bobby?"

"Definitely, Mr. Archer."

"Please, call me Seth." His voice had become tainted with a light British accent. "So when is this art gala again?"

"Tonight at 8 pm. You don't perform on these nights, remember."

Seth nodded. "Yes, yes. But I swear Bobby if I could I'd sleep, eat, and live on that stage."

Bobby chuckled. "I have no doubt about that, sir. So where to?"

"The bookstore on Madison and then to Virgin Megastore. I've got a CD collection that could use a few more things added to it. And my nephew wants a new stereo for his birthday."

"Birthday? Why not just give it to him on Christmas?"

"He won't have it. Besides, it's just three days after – December 28th," he said and smiled, but he could feel the weight on his heart. How many years would it be now if they hadn't had that stupid fight? The one that he couldn't remember why it had started in the first place let alone what it was about after all these years. Another year gone without her. You think you'd be use to it by now. He was silent, pretending to read his magazine as he was driven to his destination.

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Seth looked himself over in the full-length mirror that was in his bedroom. After doing his fun activities that day he'd been sent off by his agent to get spruced up for the gala that night. His short black hair had been neatly trimmed and styled in an appropriate manner, he was only allowed the faintest indication of facial hair – he hadn't been allowed to have the goatee he'd spent a few years growing once given the part as the Phantom due to the make-up process – and a tuxedo adorned his now athletically toned body. Quite a change from when I was younger, he thought. But that had been his whole point in going away to Scotland – a fresh start, a chance to become the man he wanted to become. He'd definitely succeeded in his quest to do so.

"I still can't believe you're going to this thing dateless. It's not good for your image," his agents voice called from the living room.

Seth chuckled as he slipped on his Omega watch that had once belonged to his father, but had been a gift for his 21st birthday. "Oh but it is good. I'm young, single, and according to many magazines incredibly good looking."

"Are you trying to get a play boy image?"

"Hardly," he said as he walked into the living room. "It just shows that I'm available, Ari. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, there's no one who has caught my eye."

His agent sighed. "They put 'plus one' on there for a reason, Seth."

"I have no plus one. It's just me. Now, if you'll excuse me, Bobby is waiting downstairs for me. Got to beat the traffic you know. Feel free to let yourself out," Seth said as he pulled on his coat and then walked out the door.

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He arrived at the gala fashionably late – meaning ten minutes after 8 o'clock – and by the time he'd walked into the gallery he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to see any of the art due to all the camera flashes that had gone off. However brown eyes quickly spotted one of his co-stars and he made his way over to her.

"Lucy, thank God, someone I actually know is here," he said then laughed.

She smiled. "Seth. Well look at you, all spruced up and looking nice. And here I thought that only occurred for a performance."

"Very cute," he replied then accompanied her over to the bar. "So, you've lived in New York much longer than I have. Tell me who have you seen so far."

"The usual people, save for one. A brunette over there..." She motioned with her drink to a woman in a deep blue dress with her arm looped with that of another man. For some reason a sense of familiarity hit him. "I've never seen her before."

"Who's the man?" he asked then took a sip of his drink.

"An author, which I think the woman is too, but I believe his name is Markus Shepherd."

"Well, if you'll excuse me Lucy, I'm going to go introduce myself to one of my favorite authors." With that, he made his way through the crowd and over to the two. "Amazing work of art, isn't it?" He said once he stood near them.

"Indeed," Markus said, looking to Seth. "Although I do feel sorry for the artist."

"And why is that?"

"These galas, they're more like a dating pool for the rich and famous. No one truly notices the art work because they're really here trying to get laid." 

Seth laughed then extended his hand to the man. "Seth Archer."

The man took it, shaking it firmly. "Markus..."

"Shepherd," Seth finished. "You are quite the author, sir. I'm afraid you've got me quite addicted to your series of books." His gaze moved to the young woman who was on his arm. "And who is this stunning young woman you have with you?"

Markus smiled. "A friend and fellow author, Natasha..."

She interjected before he could finish, "Natasha Ravens." It was then that their gazes truly met and Seth was met with all too familiar blue eyes. He felt a lump for in his throat and struggled to keep the smile on his face. By the look in her eyes, she knew who he was too.

"A pleasure," Seth finally said.

"Markus, would you excuse me?" she asked, unlatching her arm from his.

"Of course." And with that she weaved her way through the crowd and Seth paid close attention to the path she took. "Seth Archer. You're that Broadway performer."

"Indeed I am. I'm sorry Markus, I've just remembered that I've left something important in my coat. We'll continue this chat later."

"Sure."

Seth really didn't wait for his answer, already taking the same route she had through the crowd and soon found himself outside. Despite the cold winter night, he found himself unable to feel the chill in the air. When he'd arrived, she'd turned and looked at him and he'd met her gaze. They stood in silence, for how long Seth did not know.

"So it's really you," she said, breaking the silence.

He nodded. "And you. Well, seems we've both done well for ourselves."

"Life long dreams accomplished."

"Save for one," he replied. "On my list at least."

"This is..."

"Unexpected."

She gave a weak smile. "I was going to say awkward."

"That is something we should be use to." He watched her intently. "Perhaps we can leave the past where it should be and start anew."

"Another chance." Blue eyes met his gaze and he nodded. "Why?"

"There's no doubt that through the years things have been difficult or awkward but the fun we had with each other, how close we were in our friendship. Those things outweigh anything else." He cleared his throat, "And I've missed you."

She sighed, her breath showing in the air. "And what's your plan, Seth? Honestly, would you want me back for friendship or for the relationship we had?"

"Honestly? For both."

"How can you still be so determined to have me after all these years? Am I some prize to you or something?"

"I am determined because my feelings for you have not changed. For some reason we were pulled apart by the fates and now we have been brought back together. This is our chance, Tasha. Do you truly wish to pass it up?"

"Seth..." A noise of exasperation left her and a moment of silence fell as she thought. "Fine, I'll give you another chance but know that I'm truly reluctant to do so."

"I see no reason why you shouldn't be. Here..." He pulled out a note from his pocket and handed it to her. "Perhaps if you find this gala to become a bit boring you won't be against a late night visit with an old friend."

Taking the paper, she slipped it into her purse then looked him in the eye. "We'll just have to wait and see."

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Turns out that Seth was indeed in store for a late night visit. Upon the note he pulled out from his pocket there was an address, not to his apartment, but to a building only a few blocks down from it. Seth's expenses were wise ones – his older half-brother, Christian, was quite the musician as was his older cousin, Jonathan. With the first check from Seth, they'd managed to rent a studio and make a demo tape. A rough one – extremely rough – but it had potential. Once they'd managed to find more members to make themselves into a complete band the next demo wasn't so rough. 

For family Seth charted his private jet for them, as he'd done so that night. As much as he knew he had to keep up public appearances, Seth had already known he'd be cutting out of the gala early that night. At first it'd been simply because his family members were coming in...but as the gala wore on, he found that he couldn't stand the sight of Natasha standing beside Markus, arms hooked, and both looking like the perfect couple. 

When he'd walked into the studio, he'd found his brothers – Christian and his younger one, Matthew – as well as Jonathan, tuning their instruments. He smiled. It'd become a tradition when the holidays were upon them. A semi-private jam session where they decided upon whatever tunes they wished to sing or play. 

"You're late," Matthew said, looking to his second eldest brother.

Seth laughed as he pulled off his tailcoat and began to undo his tie along with the top button of his shirt. "I know you aren't complaining, Matty," he said, pressing down on the intercom button with a free hand. "You wouldn't be in this studio if I hadn't chartered the jet." The intercom clicked off and he grinned widely at his younger brother's sour expression. Once comfortable, he walked into the actual studio part and greeted his family with hugs and admissions of missing them; the sentiments were always returned. 

"So, what are we starting off with?" Christian asked, plucking at the strings of his electric guitar anxiously.

"Group decision," Seth said, looking around. "Jonny, any ideas?"

His cousin shrugged – a signature move of his – and then said, "Anything that's good."

That was Jonathan – short, sweet, and to the point in answers.

"Matt?"

"Anything with a good beat." His drumsticks went over the cymbals and a child like grin appeared on the young man's face.

Christian chuckled. "You pick, Seth seeing how the majority rule shows that anything will be ok."

He smiled and the smile only got bigger when he saw Holly walk in with his nephew in arm along with Christian's wife and little girl. Ari walked in too, then sat in one of the large leather chairs at the controls.

"Ok boys, your women are here. Think we can get this thing started already?" Seth rolled his eyes but then signaled to his agent that there was one left. "Well then just warm up and we'll notify Bruce to let her in." Seth gave a nod of approval.

"All right, let's warm up. I pick that one Josh Turner song we always do. Matty count us in," Seth said as he moved to pick up the last acoustic guitar that sat on a stand, which he then put on his knee once seated, fingers in position.

"You got it." His little brother turned serious. "All right, 1...2...3...4..."

At four they began to play:

So Not My Baby Lyrics by Josh Turner

There's so many things that I need to do

Seems like nothing gets done when I'm feeling so blue

And it's so hard to handle this absolute truth

That you're so not around and I'm so into you

Chorus:

You're so not my baby, it's making me crazy

It's breaking my heart and my world half in two

You're so not my baby, hey, I should be okay

But you know what, I'm so not over you

I keep ringing and ringing your old telephone

Seems like the more that it rings, the more that you're gone

I oughta hang up and just let you go

But a voice in my heart keeps saying hello

Chorus:

I've been searching and searching but it just gets me down

'Cause your love and affection is nowhere to be found

Chorus:

Know what, I'm so not over you

So not my baby.

As everyone's parts played out on their instruments and Seth had sung out the song's lyrics, he'd opened his eyes briefly and had caught the gaze of some extraordinary blue hued ones that were new to the studio. He'd somehow managed the grin that wanted to explode across his face, especially when he saw something flicker within them...approval maybe? He laughed internally, even now he still sought it out.

"Good job guys," Ari's voice floated through the intercom. "Good track."

Despite how bad Seth wanted to go greet her, he stayed put. There was no point in acting like some puppy that was anxious to go get the stick his master held out it his hand. Then again...brown eyes swept over how dazzling she looked...maybe he was wrong. When the family jam session had ended, he'd gotten his chance. Family first though.

"And here after getting that all too familiar 'we'll see' remark I thought I wouldn't be seeing you," Seth said, coming to stand in front of her with a lopsided smile on his face. She'd taken a seat in one of the many chairs that littered the studio.

Blue eyes rolled heavenward. "Gala was boring."

"And this was much more entertaining?" 

"At the risk of stroking your already overgrown ego, yes." She smiled lightly. "You guys are really good."

"Thanks. You remember the family of course," he said, suddenly feeling the weight of their gazes on his back. Funny how family managed to do that to someone.

"Of course. Matt, Christian, Jonathan..." She looked over to Holly with a smile. "Holly."

"And the new members..." Seth said, moving over to Holly and taking his nephew into his arms, who giggled and began to struggle when he wouldn't let him down on the ground. "My nephew – Holly and Jonny's son – Luke. They're planning on having another one and naming it Leia if it's a girl," he joked and received a swat on the arm from Holly. He laughed. "And Christian's wife, Anita."

"Who I only met due to my little bro here," Christian said and smiled.

A laugh escaped her. "And who's that?" she asked, pointing at Ari.

"No one important, just some guy," he said with a grin.

"Yea, a guy that makes sure you can do stuff like this by keeping you employed."

"Which, in turn, is only capable by him taking a good percentage of my earnings," Seth countered. "Natasha Ravens meet Ari, my agent."

With the pleasantries done, everyone began to file out of the studio. 

"I had fun. Definitely a good night..." Natasha said then looked to Seth, who was walking at her side.

"Who says it's over?" he asked. "My place isn't far, a block or so away from here. And for New York I've been told this is a nice night. Want to join me in my walk home?"

"Why? Afraid of the people who might mug you?"

"Now that I've missed. That biting wit," he said then let out a single laugh. "C'mon, what do you say?"

"I say you haven't changed a bit when it comes to me wanting to stay later."

"Only because your presence is intoxicating and yada, yada, yada..." He received his second assault on his arm that night. "No, in all seriousness, come over so that we can catch up."

After a moment's consideration she gave a nod and they both said good-bye to the others. 

"So..."

"So..." he repeated and she laughed. "What?"

"The accent. I can't get use to it."

He tried not to smile at her comment but failed. "It's not a thick one, be glad for that."

"It'll take some getting use to, Seth."

"Hmmmph." Silence passed between them for a moment. "I do hope Markus wasn't too upset that you left him all by his lonesome tonight..." 

"Is that your not so subtle way of asking me if we're seeing each other?"

"You know me far too well, but yes it is."

"No, he wasn't mad and no, we're not dating." He simply nodded but could feel her gaze upon him. "I can practically see those wheels turning..."

He looked to her. "And what's that supposed to mean, eh?"

"Right now you are trying to devise some sort of plan to find a way to sweep me off my feet and finally get the last thing you've been wanting, but guess what, mister? It is not going to be that easy and you are not as charming as you think you are."

Seth smirked. "Yes it will be and yes I am."

"Ha!"

"I'll prove it to you," he said, moving to stand in front of her and halting her progress.

She let out a small sigh. "Is that all you ever try to do? Prove yourself to me?"

"No. The other half of the time is spent wondering if I've managed to screw up again...or about why after Vegas things suddenly changed so drastically."




You, Again



I see you again, at the party at Dee's place. It's been ages since I've felt you inside me; my pussy, my mouth.... I'd even let you take my ass if we ever had the time to do it right.

But for us, it always seems like the way of the quick, hard fuck; the kind that leave our knees trembling and our voices weak.

We bring out the animal in each other, you and I. The kind that communicate through eye contact and a small grin.

And you're standing there, so cool and collected with some of our mutual friends, just talking and laughing at something Dani says. You're wearing the jeans I love; the ones that are so flattering to that bulge and your cute butt. I'm beginning to grin like an idiot and my face is getting hot. I know what you can do to me, and how I can make your body shake and give you those throbs that I feel so deep inside me I shake just thinking about them.

Then comes the eye contact.

Everything falls away. We're surrounded by nothingness and it's beautiful.

We meet somewhere in the middle of the room, and I'm in your strong arms as we hug. A brief kiss hello and maybe three seconds of small talk. Even that's too much.

Your breath soft and warm at my ear. "Where?" I tell you to meet me outside in a couple minutes. Go around the back, I say. I'll be in the driveway.

You smile and I'm gone, soon standing in shadow. We don't have to hide, but it's what we do anyway. It's part of the game we've created. The chance of getting caught heightens all this. Doing it completely in private is just simply not the way we do things.

It is Game. It is Fun.

It is Pleasure.

As I'm waiting, I pick out a spot for us: Frankie's pickup; the one so big you need steps just to get up to the cab.

But we won't need the cab, and not setting off the alarm will be half the fun.

But then, so would setting it off.

My chuckle is cut short by the sight of you, smiling at me, walking slowly, closing the gap between us. I don't remember how this got started between the two of us, and I no longer care. I can have you at a glance, and you can have me with the same. It's us, and it works.

Your smile widens as I lean against Frankie's precious truck.

"Here?" You ask, a bit of a laugh coming with it.

I nod shyly, letting my hair fall into my face.

You take my hips in your big hands and kiss me deeply, our tongues licking at one another. My hands are trembling at your jeans, caressing your tight ass, squeezing hard, pulling you to me.

My hands are at your belt buckle as you push my skirt to bunch around my waist. Our eyes are locked in their own familiar embrace. I feel your fingers push the crotch of my cotton panties aside, allowing you access to my moistening pussy as I pull your cock free of your jeans. You throb in my hand and I squeeze my response.

Every time we've been together, I've taken you in my mouth and held you there while my tongue and lips teased you until I was ready. But I want none of that tonight. I don't want to break away from your gaze.

My palm cups beneath my now-pursing lips and I allow warm saliva to spill into my upturned hand. You smile, but that's quickly replaced my a slack-jawed joy as my slippery hand then covers you again, rubbing at the tip, smearing it with my saliva before wetting my palm with the flat of my tongue and taking your shaft into my hand and pumping it in my soft, small fist.

Your smile returns, and I'm lifted off my feet, my back skidding over the skin of the truck door. Your strength makes me burn someplace I can't begin to define, but I don't have to worry about that as I feel the swollen head of your beautiful cock pushing at my folds, your eyes boring into mine as breath leaves me and you let me sink down, stabbing myself on you.

The world twirls around us, and your strokes are soft but insistent. The alarm could sound now, and I wouldn't care. 

But it doesn't, and you're driving yourself deeper into me, grinding into me at the end of each stroke. My fingers lace into one another behind your neck as you take me, thrusting up into my pussy harder now. Even if the alarm had been set off, I wouldn't hear it. I can do nothing but take you inside me and accept your reward when you give it to me.

My heels bounce against your ass as your thrust come hard and strong now, my eyes widening. The wave is upon me, sooner than I expected and threatening stronger than I remembered. I'm flowing around you and your shaft is swelling inside me. Your throbs causing the tip of your cock to tease me inside, missing my G-spot, and I can't move my hips to get it at a better angle. You're taking me the way you want now, and that only drives me higher, the misses at my G making it all the better.

My cunt tightening around you, your cock throbs once more and you let out this little sound that make me clench and the wave crashes into me, the heat starting from my core to fighting against your thrusting cock to leak free of me. 

And then I get it; my reward. Thick ropes of cum burning into me, leaping free of you to show me how much you wanted to fuck me tonight. The colors are bursting all around me, behind my eyes, the alarm's going off, but I have no idea how long it's been on. The two things I know are your eyes still staring into mine, and the warmth now dripping out of my cunt.

Then my heart is in my throat as you duck into a crouch, my legs still around you. For the first time since we started, my eyes break away from yours, still wide, but now anticipating being caught by Frankie as he goes to make sure his truck is still in one piece.

Several long moments later, and there's the telltale chirpchirp of the alarm being rest, and the wailing ceases. I can hear Frankie muttering something under his breath before I hear the front door to Dee's house close.

Our eyes return to each other as we begin to laugh softly.

We freshen ourselves up as best and as fast as we can, our smiles saying all that needs to be said.

"Until next time?" You ask.

I nod, kiss you softly, then depart to make my entrance back into the house.



You Again



Thursday, August 12, 2023 

I had the meeting of my life in five minutes. Shannon had my papers laid out across my polished desk along with some pens, lavender Post-its, and a fresh legal pad tucked into my brand-new leather portfolio. Everything was perfect from my new outfit and stilettos that had cost me two months' rent to my flawless presentation. At least until I walked into my office, snagged my heel in the fluffy beige carpet and spilled my Starbuck's down the front my white blouse and all over my desk. Who knew that a grande latte could cover so much horizontal space? This was my moment to shine and I ruined it before it even got started! Jamming my finger onto the little red button on my desk phone I shouted for my assistant.

"Help!" was all I could get out. 

Rushing barefoot through the door, Shannon's black eyebrows shot up, she spun on her heel and bolted for the closet. Retrieving the towel from my gym bag she immediately began raking the items that couldn't be saved into the trashcan while I rescued what I could. Fortunately my laptop had survived the tidal wave along with my portfolio and my cell phone. Unfortunately, nothing I needed for my meeting was salvageable. My papers were soggy, coffee dripped from my hair and I just stood there sputtering like an idiot while Shannon cleaned up my mess. Dazed, I staggered to the mirror in the closet to see the damage to my clothes. 

"Well this is just perfect," I muttered, kicking off my shoes.

There went that hundred bucks, I thought as I stared at my startled reflection. My formerly pristine white silk Chanel blouse now sported a massive tan stain that would likely never come out. A sharp ticking brought me back to reality and I glanced up at the clock that hung between the windows. I had exactly sixty seconds to get reassembled and into that meeting. My boss was waiting to show off her star protégé and nearly everyone on the corporate ladder would be at that huge table with her. The company's president, vice president, CEO, the new COO, the board of directors and the corporate attorney had all flown in for the occasion. I was supposed to be the next big thing, the girl with the brilliant plan to pull the company into the next millennium but I can't even walk into my office without making a bloody mess? Just my fucking luck. 

Suddenly Shannon grabbed my arm and shook me back to the real world.

"Just take off the shirt and wear your jacket," she said gently, pushing a shopping bag into my hands. "Put this on under it."

I looked down at the Victoria's Secret bag and dumped out the lacey bra I'd bought on my lunch break. My mouth fell open as I held it up and looked at her with a questioning look.

"All they'll be able to see is the top edge, if anything. It'll look like you're wearing a cami," Shannon reassured me. It wasn't exactly what I'd choose to wear around the people who could make or break my career, but it would have to do. Changing quickly I started to run out the door when Shannon shoved my portfolio and shoes into my arms.

"I made extra copies of everything," she said. "Just in case."

Sweeping my hair into a low ponytail I gave her a quick hug and kissed her cheek

"I couldn't live without you," I said brightly and dashed off to the conference room, my heels swinging in my hand.

I took a moment to collect myself before I stepped through the heavy wooden double doors and into the shark tank. Drawing in a deep breath I slipped on my shoes and fluffed my bangs. 

"Showtime!"

About two dozen very expensive black and gray suits milled around chatting quietly over coffee and pastries. Hardly anyone looked up when I entered the room.

"Ah, here she is!" called a voice from across the group. The clump of visitors parted as my boss strolled over to greet me. Judith Green was a woman who liked being the center of attention. Everything about her, from her shimmering auburn hair to her six-hundred dollar stilettos demanded she be noticed. Now she practically glowed with pride as she introduced me to the room. Her pale hazel eyes sparkled as the powers that be congratulated her on discovering a phenomenon. Even my own mother has never been presented me as her "life's greatest accomplishment," and I'm an only child. I shook hands with everyone Judith steered me over to. They were all very friendly and polite. I was in the middle of making small-talk with the vice president when I noticed his eyes flick over my shoulder. Taking my hand he led me over to the conference table where a tall slender man in a gray-on-gray pinstripe suit was turning to face us as he set down his coffee mug. 

"Savannah Michaels, I'd like you to meet our new Chief Operating Officer," Mr. Richards announced in his warm baritone, patting the man on the shoulder. "This is Charles Gregory."

The man standing in front of me smiled back as his slender fingers curled around mine. He leaned forward to kiss the back of my hand and grinned up at me, his dark eyes glittering with amusement. I barely had time for the shock to register on my face before the meeting was called to order. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse. My ex Charlie was not only here to enjoy my failure, he was the new COO everybody had been talking about. Great, just fucking great. Now instead of giving my amazing presentation, I'd be thinking about the bastard who'd ruined my life. As far as bad breakups go, ours was the worst. And Charlie just settled back into his chair with his stupid haircut that hadn't changed in over fifteen years and his smart-ass grin lighting up his chocolate-colored eyes. With one look I remembered how much I hated him, and missed him. My skin still tingled from where we'd touched and I clamped my teeth down on my tongue to stop the wave of emotional and physical memories from sweeping me away. 

The presentation, thankfully, went extremely well. Afterwards Judith invited everyone to lunch on her tab. As we all filed out of the conference room I struck up a chat with Patricia Fisher from the board of directors. Her daughter, as it turned out, went to school with my son. Patricia was in the middle of describing the birthday party she was planning for little Mackenzie when Charlie swept up behind me and snaked his arm through mine.

"Mind if I steal our new wunderkind?" he purred with a wink, pouring on the charm. Patricia beamed back at him as she nodded. Charlie dropped back a step so that we ended up taking the elevator with Judith and Charlie's boss, Darren Towler, the CEO. We stood behind them as they chatted and when Charlie went to slip his arm around my waist I wrenched away with a furious glare. Taking a step towards him I stopped just inches from his chest and hissed in his ear.

"Never touch me again."

Even in my six-inch heels Charlie was still taller than me. He smirked down at me as his gaze traveled over my body and came to rest at the lapel of my jacket.

"Why Savannah Elizabeth Michaels, are you not wearing a shirt?" he whispered into my hair, his lips brushing the edge of my ear. He traced a fingertip slowly down my neck to my collarbone then quickly side-stepped the elbow I aimed at his gut. He chuckled softly and smoothed the front of his thousand-dollar designer suit jacket. His dark eyes glittered with wicked glee.

No matter the deep-seeded resentment I still held towards him, that fleeting touch sent a shiver up and down my spine. Gritting my teeth I pressed my back against the cool brushed-metal wall of the elevator and clenched every muscle in my body. After all this time, after nearly twelve years Charlie still knew exactly where my buttons were and how to push them. I hated him for it. At six-foot-four with clear brown eyes, chiseled features and full lips, Charlie was gorgeous, and he knew it. His glowing confidence was just this side of arrogance and the years hadn't changed him. 

I stared resolutely ahead and watched him out of the corner of my eye. Quickly pulling up my mental calendar, I realized that he had recently turned forty and had aged rather gracefully. His thick, wavy brown hair was laced with silver along the temples and his sparkling eyes were edged with fine lines. He was watching me too, although Charlie was never one for subtlety. He slouched against the adjacent wall, arms and ankles crossed, facing me and grinning. He was loving this. I wanted so badly to knock his perfect teeth down his throat but as soon as I felt myself smile at the image of him crumbling to the floor in his custom-tailored Armani suit the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. 

Judith paused a moment on the patterned rug in the hallway and turned to face us.

"Savannah, dear, ride with us?" she asked, beaming. The CEO, Darren Towler looked to Charlie and raised his eyebrows in silent question. Charlie lightly placed a hand at the small of my back and guided me closer to the other two. 

"Love to Mrs. Green," he said, his brilliant teeth flashing. He offered her his arm which she accepted. "Let's take my car."

I was left with Darren, a tall man in his late fifties with salt and pepper hair and a crisp black suit. His pale blue eyes swept over me as we turned to follow Judith and Charlie through the glass and marble lobby. We made small talk which I barely paid attention to and suddenly we were outside in the blinding sunlight. Charlie was helping Judith into the front passenger seat of a candy-apple red 1966 Mustang convertible with creamy white leather upholstery and matching rag-top that was folded down in the New York summer. He grinned at me as he offered a hand to help me into the car, my car. That was the car I'd told him I wanted, ever since I was little and the asshole was standing there holding the keys.

"Coming Savannah?" Darren called in his Jeremy Irons voice.

My eyes flicked back to Charlie. 

"Nice car," I said through my clenched teeth as I stepped into the backseat and slung my purse into the floorboard.

His grin widened.

"Thanks babe, I bought it just for you," he whispered in my ear.

I frowned up at him and suddenly it dawned on me.

"You bastard, you knew I'd be here today."

He threw a quick glance over my shoulder at our bosses. Darren was on his phone and Judith was checking her makeup in her compact mirror. Charlie pecked my cheek and quickly shut the door.

"Now how could I possibly have known that?" he said with his devil grin. 

He made a special effort to walk slowly to the front of the car, putting his hands in his pants pockets which pulled up the back of his jacket and showed off his fantastic ass. Buckling my seatbelt I sank down into the warm leather. This was going to be a long day.

Taking the car into consideration, oh and the fact that it was Charlie who was orchestrating the outing, we "randomly" had lunch at Dean & Deluca in Manhattan, my favorite restaurant. We parked in the darkened parking deck and Charlie pounced on his first opportunity to humiliate me when he spotted Judith and Darren shrugging out of their blazers. 

"It's Savannah, right?" he said loudly, catching their attention. "You can leave your jacket in the car too if you like." He was opening the trunk for the others to leave theirs behind. Judith nodded.

"That's a good idea," she agreed. "It's warm today and I'd like to sit outside. How about you Darren?"

The CEO also agreed. Charlie turned to me with a wicked grin.

"Come on Van," he said softly, holding out his hand. "Let's have the jacket." 

I shook my head and stepped away. "No thank you," I said as politely as I could manage.

"Savannah, dear, it's too hot to wear black all day," Judith called as she walked away. 

Putting as much ice into my glare as I could I didn't take my eyes off Charlie as I spoke to Judith. "Y'all can go on. We'll catch up. I've got a quick call to make."

Judith's laughter tinkled off the concrete walls as she and Darren strode off to the elevator. "I love it when she says 'y'all'!" she gushed. 

I watched them leave then turned back to Charlie. He had put the top up and was leaning back against the trunk. He'd taken off his jacket as well and I could see the muscles in his arms and chest straining against the fabric of his frost-green shirt. His silk tie was off and his top button was undone. He was rolling up his sleeves over his tanned muscular forearms, his head down as he focused on his task, when I stalked over to him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded.

He didn't so much look up at me as peer through his ridiculously thick eyelashes.

"Language Van," he said with a lazy smile. 

I jabbed a finger into his chest. "We are beyond formalities Charlie," I said, my voice full of anger and frustration. "I haven't worked this hard to get to today just to have you show up and ruin it for me like you've done everything else."

Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Charlie stood and stretched his arms over his head.

"Look Van," he said mildly. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually exist to make your life miserable. I am here for work just as much as you are. Forgive me for having a little fun at your expense." 

He turned his back on me, shut the trunk and shoved something soft into my hands when he turned back around. 

"What's this?" I asked, looking down at the lilac silk spilling through my fingers.

"My fiancé left her top in my car last night."

I shook my head with a frown and handed it back to him.

"No thanks."

"Van just put it on," he said gently, leaning behind me to open the back door. "I won't look."

Grudgingly I accepted the top and flopped into the backseat. Charlie closed the door and leaned back against the window. When I was satisfied that he wasn't looking I quickly slipped out of my blazer, whipped the top over my head and knocked on the glass. He swept aside and let me out with a flourish and a bow. I couldn't help but smile.

"Why do you think he did that?" Matthew asked as he unpacked our delivered Chinese food and arranged it on the upside-down coffee table that we'd dragged out onto my fire escape. My younger step-brother tiptoed around the tiny steel enclosure distributing napkins, sauce packets and chopsticks to the place settings while I plugged in a string of white Christmas lights that was draped along the steel bars and covered the "floor" in couch cushions and throw pillows. 

The night was warm and dry and we sat down to dinner amid the dense urban music of traffic and human noise. Luckily no one was yelling or shooting tonight so it was nice to have some peace and quiet. I smiled and shook my head at that thought. Peace and quiet in the middle of Brooklyn. Yeah right. I settled down onto my pillows and spoke as I reached for my spicy sesame chicken.

"I have absolutely no idea," I said with a wave of my chopsticks. "I mean, yeah, Charlie was always one for chivalry but you'd think that after the way things ended he'd be...oh I don't know..." My voice trailed off as I searched for an appropriate word.

"An ass?" Matt offered.

I laughed with a nod. "Yeah, pretty much."

Matt shrugged as he cracked open a beer and took a long swig.

"Well maybe he really has changed," he said biting into an eggroll. "It's been a really long time."

I thought for a moment as I chewed my chicken then shrugged. 

"Who would've thought he'd ever grow up?" I smirked.

Matt laughed. "Some men do that on occasion, thank you very much."

He shook his head, sending his loose black curls bouncing around his shoulders.

"I think maybe he was just being nice," he said softly. "Besides, what difference does it make? Next week he'll be shipped back off to LA with the rest of the bigwigs and that'll be the end of it."

I nodded silently while I stirred my Coke with my straw.

"You still have feelings for him, don't you?" Matt asked.

I shrugged. "Kinda," I admitted. I shook my head and tossed my freshly blonde hair around behind my shoulders. 

Matt looked back at me with a pensive expression.

"You miss the old Charlie," he said finally. There was no lilt in his voice making the sentence a question. It was a definitive statement.

"Pretty much," I said with a nod. "But it's not like it matters anyway. He's engaged."

Matt raised his beer can in a toast. "And you are happily single," he said with a grin.

I tapped my can against his.

"Amen to that."

We paused for a swig then I snorted a laugh.

"Ugh, her name is Bree," I said curling my lip.

Matt laughed and shook his head. "Go figure."

The next morning Shannon was in the office waiting for me when I arrived, as usual. Her navy blazer and matching pencil skirt looked spectacular against her olive skin. She wore a loose cream-colored blouse under her jacket and she'd swept her thick black hair into a low bun. Her triple-strand pearl necklace clicked softly as she moved. She smiled when she saw me, looking for all the world like Corporate Princess Jasmine.

"How was yesterday?" she asked, handing me a stack of papers. 

I shook my head with a half smile and traded her the papers for the second cup of coffee I was carrying.

"Oh it was...interesting, to say the least" I told her.

"Ooo, what did I miss?"

Shannon stepped around her desk and we sat down on the top for our morning chat.

"Did you meet the new COO?" I asked casually.

She grinned, her dark eyes shimmering.

"Yeah," she said with a soft giggle. "He's hot!"

I sighed. "Uh-huh. Remember my ex, Charlie?"

"Yeah, why?"

"That's Charlie."

Shannon quickly looked up from stirring her coffee. "Wait, you mean that was the Charlie?"

I nodded slowly. "Yep."

"The bastard formerly known as 'the love of your life'?"

"Yep."

"The man who ripped your heart out and stomped on it?"

"Yep."

"And now he's your boss's boss?"

"Charles Robert Gregory III, newly-promoted Chief Operating Officer of Patrick-Paige Holdings, Incorporated."

Shannon's eyes widened and she sighed heavily. "Oh shit."

My shoulders slumped and I let my head drop forward. "Yeah."

"Now what?"

I shrugged. "Well, as far as I know, you're the only one who knows he and I have a prior connection," I said, carefully taking a sip of my latte. "I can't speak for him, but I'm sure you'll never tell anyone, right?"

Shannon patted my hand. "I promise."

"Me too."

We both whipped around to the smooth male voice behind us. Charlie stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the opened door, ankles crossed and hands shoved in his pockets. His pale gray suit was expertly tailored around his athletic physique and his deep emerald tie brought out the faint green flecks in his chocolate eyes. His full lips curved up into a grin that showcased his brilliant white teeth and his eyes sparkled with some unsaid joke. Each individual piece of him looked incredible, but put together he looked like he'd just stepped off a runway. Damn him. 

Shannon quickly stood up while I took my time sliding off the top of the desk. She set down her coffee and stood beside me with her hands together.

"How may I help you, Mr. Gregory?" she asked.

Charlie pushed off the door and sauntered over. He'd switched to a different cologne today I noticed. My heart fluttered as my brain processed the familiar scent, the one he always wore way back when, the one that made my knees weak and my body react in ways that only he could elicit. He could argue all he wanted about not trying to make my life difficult, but wearing that cologne? He did that on purpose. I knew for a fact (because I work in the fashion industry and not because I'd searched extensively online for it) that that particular cologne had been off the market for years. He stepped closer to me and I breathed in deep as he neared, then forced myself not to physically recoil when I realized that the mouth-watering fragrance was mixed with a delicate ladies perfume. She came with him, his fiancé. She kissed him goodbye when he left this morning. I spotted a faint smudge of lipstick on his neck. Turning away from him, I sipped my coffee and looked down at the first fax in my hand. Stopping in front of me Charlie asked "What's the news of the day?"




You Again



Speaking to my papers I replied "Nothing." I looked up over the top of my glasses at him. 

"Is there anything we can help you with, Mr. Gregory?" I asked politely.

Charlie smiled.

"Please call me-"

"Charlie!"

Judith's bright voice rang through the lobby and her heels made soft thuds on the plush carpet as she strode through the door and directly over to us. Charlie swept her hand up into a warm handshake with a big smile.

"I didn't expect you to be over till nine," she said warmly.

I glanced up at the wall clock. Seven-fifteen a.m. it said. I looked over at Shannon who shrugged as she shuffled papers around on her desk.

Charlie shrugged as well. "I thought I'd come by and see how things get going in the mornings around here," he said to no one in particular.

Judith's face lit up. "Wonderful! I was just coming to get Savannah here for our follow-up to yesterday's meeting but now I'm thinking a breakfast meeting with our brand new COO might be even better."

I turned my head just enough to allow my hair to fall over my shoulder and block my face as I looked sullenly at Shannon and rolled my eyes. She hid a smile behind a manila folder. Stuck at some swanky bagel joint with Judith and Charlie for two hours did actually sound more preferable to mind-numbing paperwork, but it was the "and Charlie" part that had my feathers ruffled. I thought about sneaking around to the back of her desk and making a break for it, but just as I was lifting my foot to make a mad dash for my office Judith called to me.

"Savannah, dear, you're too thin. Join us for breakfast."

Planting my heel into the carpet, I turned slowly around to face them, biting my lip and plastering on my best corporate smile.

"I'd be delighted," I said as politely as I could manage. 

Judith clapped once with a dazzling smile. "Excellent." 

She turned to Charlie when suddenly the phone rang. Shannon answered the phone then transferred the call to Judith's office and told her who was calling. Judith pursed her lips together and raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Duty calls," she announced. "I'll be right back. This won't take but ten minutes." With that, she swept off down the hall to her office.

My eyes caught Charlie's as I crossed behind Shannon's desk and reached for a stack of file folders but she stopped me by laying her hand on top.

"VP needs these sent out right now," she told me. "I'm off to the mailroom." She gathered the pile and her coffee and passed by me on her way out of the lobby. "Bring me something sweet and soft," she whispered.

Rather than be stuck there with Charlie and nothing to say, I left him standing in the hallway and escaped to my office. Shutting the door quietly behind me, I kicked off my shoes, dragged my feet over to my desk and sank down into my nice comfy chair. The room still smelled like yesterday's coffee, dammit. I didn't hear the door open when Charlie came in but the sound of it suddenly clicking shut startled me. He slowly crossed the office to my desk and stood behind me, leaning back against the wall.

"Morning Van," he said with a grin.

I just rolled my eyes, stood and walked away to my supply closet. I could hear him coming up behind me but I refused to give him the satisfaction of turning around and watching him approach. Flinging open the closet door, I pretended to be determinedly searching for something when he suddenly lay a hand on my waist. I jumped, mainly because I was startled at the sudden touch, but also because of the almost electric shock I felt from feeling his hand touching me. It had been fifteen years since we broke up, and ten since we'd seen each other, but still that one little touch made me melt.

"Charlie, don't-'' I began, fighting not to lean backwards and curl up in his arms.

His breath was hot on my neck when he spoke, his voice soft and strained. "I've missed you, Van," he whispered. "I can't help it."

I forced myself to pull away from him so that I could close the closet door. I faced the closed door, stared resolutely at my bare feet, and waited. Taking the hint, Charlie finally lifted his hand and I whirled around to face him.

"You can't do this to me," I told him. "You can't make things hard on me all over again. It's not fair! I worked so hard to get here and now, all of a sudden you just show up out of the fucking blue to ruin everything!" The words came out in a rush of tangled emotions. 

"I don't want to ruin anything," he said quietly, reaching for me. 

I tried to pull away but he had me cornered. 

"You always say that but somehow, some way things always end up-''

Charlie suddenly closed the space between us with one step, took my face in both hands and kissed me. My breath caught in my throat, my heart slammed to a stop and the box of highlighters I had in my hand tumbled to the floor with a clatter. Everything went blank for that moment. I completely forgot about where we were or what the possible repercussions could be. All that existed was us, our lips pressed together, his hands cradling my face, my hands sliding up his chiseled torso. Suddenly a sharp sound, someone stepping on a highlighter, broke whatever magic spell had fallen and I had just enough sense left to place my hands on his chest and shove him away.

The kiss broke when he staggered backwards a couple steps. My palms pressed into his lapels kept him at arm's length as we stared at each other with seemingly matching expressions of shock, and longing.

"No," I said firmly. "This can not be happening."

Charlie stepped back even further and straightened his jacket. 

"I agree," he said with a nod. "My apologies." He cleared his throat and turned to leave. I wanted to reach for him, to grab his arm as he walked away, but I hesitated long enough for him to reach the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, I guess waiting for me to say something, but I just gave him my best poker face and shook my head. With a short nod, Charlie turned back to the door and left. 

I realized I'd been holding my breath and let it out with a sigh and a gasp. I could feel that my eyes were wide and my heart pounded in my throat. Slouching back against the closet door, I ran my hands through my hair and tried to calm myself down.

The throaty engine of the old mustang sounded louder than usual within the confines of the concrete parking deck. Charlie put the car in park and left it running. He sat in the driver's seat, waiting on me. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted me to say something, but what I had in mind wasn't something that needed to be said. All I could think about was that beautiful, bubbly redhead who wore his gigantic Harry Winston diamond. Bree was so sweet and blithely innocent, like fluffy cotton candy. Even though I didn't know her all that well, I kept repeating over and over in my head that I would not get involved with Charlie for her sake. Spirit of sisterhood and all that. 

I glanced sideways at him and had to force myself to look away. He smelled so good and looked even more amazing. He'd shed his sport coat and tie earlier in the day and his burgundy button-down was wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. The sharp crease in his soft gray slacks still held on strong despite the obvious bends and folds from sitting all day. He shifted in the seat, lay his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. He looked tired, and delicious. A tense, awkward silence blanketed the car. I couldn't take it any longer.

"Well, thanks for the rescue and the ride," I said quickly, reaching to the floorboard for my purse. Charlie shifted in his seat again, this time turning to face me.

"I guess this is goodnight, huh?" he said softly.

I shrugged. "We both have to work in the morning," I offered.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I was just hoping we'd have more time to...you know, spend time together."

"Charlie, you know we wouldn't even be here if my car hadn't broken down."

"I know." His voice was soft, and almost sad. "But I'm glad it did."

I laughed. "I'm glad that you were nearby to come and save me." I tossed my still damp hair. "I don't think I could've made it all the way home."

Charlie scoffed. "I am not at all surprised that you even attempted to walk home seventy-three blocks in Brooklyn at eleven o'clock at night in the pouring rain."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Me neither."

He smiled at me as he brushed a sodden lock of hair over my shoulder. "That's something that's always drawn me to you."

I pursed my lips and raised an eyebrow. "What? My innate stupidity?"

It was Charlie's turn to laugh. "No. Your independent spirit."

"Some might call it 'stubbornness.'"

He leaned across the center console and looked into my eyes as he brushed the backs of his fingers down the side of my arm. "I call it 'confidence,' and I find it sexy."

I closed my eyes and breathed in deep the rich smells around me: Charlie's cologne mixed with the scent of the leather upholstery, the summer rain, the gel in his hair, my perfume. It was almost overwhelming. When I opened my eyes, Charlie's face was mere inches away from mine. His hands slid slowly up my arms as he leaned in to kiss me. I forced myself to pull away.

"Goodnight Charlie," I said, gently but firmly. 

He froze for a heartbeat then suddenly pulled me into a kiss. I pushed him back, startled.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I demanded.

"You said that the one thing that would've completely changed things is if I hadn't been such a punk and taken some initiative." He looked at me with determination deep in his dark eyes. "This is me taking some initiative."

I stared at him for a moment, searching his gaze and trying to make up my mind. Finally I just went for it. Sliding a hand around behind his head, I pulled him into a deep, fierce kiss. The leather of the seats creaked softly as we moved almost frantically. His hands jumped from my arms to my waist as he pulled me over onto his lap, my legs straddling him. The charcoal pencil skirt I was wearing got shoved up around my hips. 

We kissed hungrily, our tongues sliding across each other, teeth grazing lips and drawing sharp gasps. I moaned into his mouth as my fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt. I wanted to yank the shirt up over his head but I took my time, savoring the moment. Charlie broke the kiss with a deep moan and began to kiss along my jaw then down my neck. I could feel him growing harder beneath me and I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding against him. He kissed across my collarbone and down to the tops of my breasts, unbuttoning my blouse with one hand as he went. The other hand slipped around behind my back and teased up my ribs to my shoulder. Suddenly Charlie dug his nails into my skin and raked them hard down my spine. I let out a loud gasp of pain and pleasure and leaned back into his hand. The unexpected blare of the car's horn made us both jump.

Locking eyes with him, I crawled off his lap and into the backseat. Charlie was right behind me, fighting with his shirt buttons as he went. I stopped him by laying a hand over his. 

"I want to do it," I told him.

He grinned as he grabbed my thighs and yanked me down onto my back. We struggled for a moment to find the least awkward position in the tiny backseat and finally gave up. He sat in the seat as I straddled his lap again but this time he hooked a finger around the crotch of the lacey panties I had on and dragged them off in one swift motion. I undid the last buttons of his shirt and pushed it open, kissing down his muscular chest. I raised myself up onto my knees and hovered over him, tangling my fingers in his thick hair and kissing him like I'd wanted to since seeing him in that conference room.

I heard a sharp metallic sound as he unhooked his belt and shoved his slacks and boxers down over his knees to the floorboard. He teased just the tip of him along the inside of my thigh as we kissed.

"Can't forget this," he whispered, reaching behind me to pull a condom from the center console.

"Charlie, you're such a boyscout," I teased as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth and slid a hand between us to put it on.

"Yeah, but you like it," he murmured against my neck.

Suddenly he gripped my hips tightly with both hands and thrust upwards. I couldn't tell who's gasp was louder, mine or his.



You Again



The mention of the trip stopped both of them, each holding the other's gaze before looking away and now the silence that fell was awkward.

"Don't mean to spoil a good time or anything," he said finally, "But an explanation is due seeing how I didn't get one."

"I thought we'd both agreed on the natural rule of 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas', Seth."

"C'mon Mariposa," he said, calling her that special nickname he'd given to her all those years ago. "One thing, one reason, and then consider it dropped."

"Nothing is ever dropped with you. If it were then you still wouldn't be chasing me after all this time and all that's happened."

"Can I help it if I knew what I wanted then and now?"

"You never left room to explore and find other things that you may have wanted."

His brows furrowed. "How'd you know? You weren't in England with me and I'll have you know I dated, but nothing turned serious."

Another deep sigh left her. "Do you really want to have this discussion in the middle of the street?"

"Funny, I recall hearing those same words only it was in the middle of the quad."

"You are so...so...."

"What? Hard headed, stubborn, frustrating?"

"All of the above."

"You know a smaller man would take offense to that," he said, giving a pretend hurt look. "I know what I am and I don't deny it." He received a suspicious look. "And now I can see your wheels turning. You're wondering how it is that I'm managing to play it cool right now...why I'm not acting as I did that day at the quad. Look, I'll make you a deal, you give me an explanation about Vegas and...." He paused, thinking.

"And what?"

"Well...I, uh...what do you want out of it?"

Blue eyes watched him closely. "If I give you your explanation you bring up no further mention of that trip, got it? You consider that chapter closed and I'll give you a new one."

"Deal."

"Deal."

"Ok then," he said, then moved back to her side and began to lead her towards his apartment once more.

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The two spent hours talking and catching up, laughing over stories and good memories. He couldn't help but notice that she still talked with her hands when they got on certain subjects, blue eyes sparkling with interest, and her infectious laugh as well as her smile overtook him, leaving him smiling the whole time. It felt as if nothing had changed, that comfortable and safe feeling still there between them. By the time they finally lapsed into a silence, a question popped into his head, one which should've been the first from his mind but hadn't come.

He looked to her. "How long are you in New York? And what brought you here anyway?"

"I'm here for another week and, well, Markus is what brought me here," she said, watching him.

"Oh, I see." He met her gaze. "Why's that?"

"He's a good friend, Seth. Nothing more, don't worry. You don't have any competition."

"Well that's a relief. That means I don't have to be over the top or try too hard," he said, suppressing the smile pulling at his lips.

She laughed. "Yea, because it's not like you've ever been any of those things."

"Of course not." The smile broke through and he laughed. "So, where you staying?"

"The Ritz Carlton." She grabbed his wrist and looked to his watch. "Wow, it's late...or I should say early – 1 am."

"Time flies when you're having fun."

"And when you have close to ten years of history to catch up on," Natasha said. "I should really go..."

He glanced down to the floor. "Yea..."

"But I, uh, I would really like it if we could do this again."

He looked back to her. "I'm off tomorrow. I may not have been living in New York long, but I know some good places."

"Going to be my tour guide, eh?"

Seth gave her an affirmative nod, which earned him another dazzling smile as she stood from the fireplace. He stood as well, watching her. 

"You know..." He began, "It's close to impossible to get a cab around this time. Let me call down to Bobby and have him drive you to the hotel. Or you could..." He paused.

"I could, what?"

"Well, I have a rather large guest room and you just so happen to be my guest. You could stay for free here while you're in New York."

"I wouldn't want to impose."

"Tasha, c'mon, when have you ever been an imposition to me?" He asked and at the look he received, Seth could tell she was considering it. He moved a tab bit closer to her. "So you'll stay, yes?"

Looking up to him, she bit her lower lip for a moment, then gave a nod. "Sure. I mean, I can't pass up a free room."

"Great." He grinned. 

"Only problem is my luggage is there and I certainly can't sleep in this dress."

"No, no, you can't." His eyes swept over her, his heart beginning to race a bit as he thought of what she would look like out of that dress. He shook himself from that thought, not wanting to get hot and bothered around her. "You can borrow one of my t-shirts or something. You know, like you use to when we had time to ourselves."

"And then your dogs would suddenly go into a fit of barking and..."

"We'd move as quick as we possibly could to not let the units know anything had happened. They didn't even notice that I was wearing my shirt inside out that one time." The two laughed at the memory. "I don't know what would've happened if our mutts hadn't been able to alert us to their presence."

"Probably something extremely embarrassing."

"Probably." He cleared his throat, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck. "C'mon, I'll show you to the guest room."

"All right," she said.

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Natasha wasn't sure at first when he'd offered the guest room to her, but as soon as he'd moved closer to her and she'd looked into those dark eyes she couldn't find it in her to decline. As she followed him through the apartment different scents hit her, scents that had always reminded her of him in their years apart – Vanilla, from a candle burning somewhere she guess, the clean scent of his body wash (she was hardly surprised that he still used the same one seeing how Seth had never been one to stray from something he liked), and his aftershave. That aftershave that just so happened to have been picked out by her as a gift one year – if she recalled correctly it was called "Ink". 

Blue eyes watched him, scanning over him. Good looking from the front and the back, she thought to herself as he opened the guest room door, revealing a good sized room with an even better Queen sized bed.

"Here you are. Your room." He walked over to another door, opened it, and then flipped on a light inside. "Got your own bathroom and those double door over there is your walk in closet."

"You went all out."

"Nah, my room is definitely better than this one," he said with a smirk and he winked at her playfully.

"Well of course you keep all the good stuff for yourself," she said, moving to sit on the bed before she lied back on it. "God, this has to be the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on."

"Glad you approve. I'll, uh, go grab you one of my comfy sleep shirts."

"Wait..." she said, extending a hand to him. "Help me up and I...kind of need some help with unzipping this dress. You know, zipper's in the back and all..."

"Oh, right..." He took hold of her hand and pulled her up, perhaps a little too strong because she stumbled a bit and then they stood only a few inches from each other. Man, this is a pleasurable torment, he thought. Neither spoke, instead she put a tiny bit more space between them, and then pulled her hair over her bare shoulder once she'd turned around. His hands reached out and began to unzip the dress, his fingertips skimming her creamy white flesh gently from time to time. Once unzipped she turned to face him once more, holding the dress up with her hands.

"Thanks," she said, her voice soft.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice just a notch or two above a whisper. The two watched each other's eyes, each searching the depths of them. Oh, what the hell... Seth knew how to stop the pleasurable torment. Had he been a teenager once more, he would've sheepishly began to put distance between them and gone off to get her the t-shirt. But now, there was no asking or requesting of anything, instead he took the initiative, leaning in and claiming her lips to his; the sparks flying once again.

Natasha felt weak against him. His kisses had always been the best. The unspoken need for the physical had been in his eyes and she admitted that she needed it as well. As he began to deepen the kiss, she granted him access into her mouth, and her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer, forgetting about the dress. A pleasurable sound escaped both of them. Talk about one hell of a reunion, she thought as she felt his palms moving up her sides.

God how he'd missed this; missed her. Slender digits wove their way into his ebony hair, causing a shiver to run through him. His tongue battled with hers for dominance and he strove to drink in her very essence with each passing second. He felt himself being pulled closer then turned around and a moment later the back of his legs hit the bed, causing a rough sound to escape him. The kiss broke, both panting, and lust-glazed eyes watched each other. 

Natasha's hands itched to know what laid hidden under that turtleneck he wore. With a seductive smile on her lips, she slipped her hands under the barrier and was met with hard, toned flesh. Watching his eyes, she moved her hands upwards and soon his turtleneck laid somewhere behind them on the floor. With only the smallest push did he come to sit on the bed before she was crawling over him, forcing him to lie back. Her lips met his hungrily and she felt his strong hands grip her waist. Breaking the kiss, her lips moved down his neck, along his chest, and then up to his ear, nibbling a bit. She hadn't forgotten what he liked. A moan escaped her when his hands feverishly moved up her back and then his nails trailed slowly downward. It seemed as though he hadn't forgotten either.

His chest heaved, breath ragged as he once again found himself being put through a pleasurable torment. It was then that thoughts began to stir, the more rational side of his brain beginning to break through the lusty haze of his current situation. When had been the last time they'd done this? And as the answer came to him, he cleared his throat and tried to find his voice. "Tasha...Tasha, I think..." She nipped at his neck. Oh this isn't going to be easy...

She was oblivious to his words. Her body felt aflame and she only knew one solution to that sensation. She soon found herself flipped over, him lying on top of her, but the look in his eyes had changed.

"Far be it from me to be the voice of reason here..." He said, eyes watching hers. "Especially in a situation like this...perhaps it would be best if we, uh, waited..."

A moment of silence passed between them, their panting breaths the only noise in the room. "Wait..." she repeated, the word sounding foreign to her at that moment. 

He gave one nod. "Yes, wait." Bloody hell, she's going to think I've gone mad. 

The look she gave him said just that too. "Who are you and what have you done with, Seth?"

"I wish I knew." He sighed and moved off of her. Distance, yes that would help at the moment. "It's just we...just met again tonight and...Ok, I can't really explain this away..."

"Try."

"I knew you were going to say that." He leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. "Think back, when was the last time you and I did....this, huh?"

Natasha was silent for a moment. "Uh, well, Vegas."

"Right. And what wasn't done before Vegas...?" He asked.

"You've lost me."

Seth closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the wall, and grimaced. Surely the confusion or lusty haze should've worn off by now.

"Seth...keep talking..."

He stayed the way he was. "South...of the border..." Jesus, this has officially become the most embarrassing moment of my life, he thought then sighed.

"Oh," she replied.

"Exactly." He looked to her. "But I'm not just saying that we should wait because of...that...I'm saying it because well, we did just reunite and...I mean..."

"You're embarrassed."

"And I'm still that see through, huh?" He let out a nervous laugh. "That's part of it. The other part is that...this should be done the right way." He was met with a look of a mix of amusement and disbelief. "What? I can't do a gentlemanly gesture?"

She sighed. "You started this whole thing."

"I know...and we will finish it, just at a later date."

The two stared at each for a moment before an awkward silence fell between them. Say something, anything... 

"So..."

"So...how 'bout them Dodgers?"

She let out a laugh. "You need a new catch phrase."

"I've been told that before." He smiled lightly. "I hope you don't mind..."

"Well no...well, sort of, but I get that it might be uncomfortable seeing how it'd be the first time with...the whole package...oh, uh, no pun intended."

"Yea..." He blushed. "Well, I'll go get you that t-shirt..."

"Yea, I'd appreciate that."

"All right." Seth disappeared from the room before Natasha could say anything. As she watched him depart, she realized just how much they still had to catch up on. The attraction, sparks, and fireworks were still there, she wasn't going to deny that, but Seth had truly become his real self and that person she had to get to know. He returned with the shirt and handed it to her. "There you are."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Ok so, I'm going to go to my own room and sleep..." Hopefully...

"Good, because you know it wouldn't do me any good if my tour guide was falling asleep on me tomorrow."

"I'll try my best." He walked over to his discarded shirt and picked it up before meeting her gaze. "Well, uh, good night."

"Night."

They both had a feeling that this was going to be one long week.

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"Ah, Central Park, the one place you can feel like you aren't living in a city," Seth said then looked down to her with a smile on his face. 

"It is nice," she replied but her gaze didn't meet his. 

"What's going on in that mind of yours?"

"I can't be sure, but is there someone following us, someone with a camera?" Blue eyes met his.

He threw a quick glance to where she'd been looking then let out a long sigh. "Damn."

"Damn? Damn isn't good. Who is it?"

"Poparazzi. I forget the fellow's name, but he does follow me everywhere on my days off, clicking away pictures to put in the paper..." His tone indicated that he'd grown use to it, but her eyes widened.

"He's taking pictures...of us?"

A mocking smile formed on his lips. "Why Ms. O'Hara how ungentlemanly of me to forget about you reputation that would be utterly destroyed should word get out that you've been consorting with a cad such as myself," he said, putting on a Southern accent.

"Gentleman? You are certainly a cad," she returned in the same accent and he chuckled. "You should've warned me."

"It slipped my mind."

"As slippery as your mind is, you still should've mentioned something." 

He leaned in a bit closer. "Perhaps we should make him work for his money, hmm?"

"Pssh," she replied, taking a step back. "As you said Mr. Butler, it'd hardly be good for my reputation if I was seen with the likes of you."

Seth laughed heartily then and shook his head, surprised how long the act had lasted between them. Parties had hardly ever been their thing, but he had managed to convince her into joining him when he'd been invited to a friend's house for a Halloween party. As a condition of going the two had agreed to dress in a "couples costume". Having already had the tuxedo, Seth had gone and had a replica dress made for her, one fitting of Scarlett O'Hara. He spoiled her with no intention of reciprocation in that field, doing it out of the love he had for her and not as a way to win her affection. He'd already done that.

"Don't worry. I'll give Ari a call and he'll give his employers hell...again," Seth said, beginning their stroll in the park once more. 

"So, how long are we going to pretend that last night didn't happen?"

"Wow, and here I thought I'd get to ask that question first," he replied jokingly, avoiding her eyes, which he felt upon him. He let out a sigh. "Can't we just leave that where it started?"

"So you do want to pretend that it didn't happen then?"

"Yes...well, no...I..." He looked down to her, eyes narrowing. "Where's this going?"

She gave a shrug. "Not sure, just thought I'd ask."

"Well, last night did prove one thing..."

"Did it?" she asked, an innocent tone in her voice.

"Yes, that the attraction is still there."

She gave a nod. "That it did."

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Honestly?" Tasha asked, coming to stand in front of him, halting is progress. 

"That would be nice."

"The person I know is Seth Allen. Seth Archer is a stranger to me in a lot of ways."

"They're the same person."

She shook her head. "No, they're not. For instance, you're not chasing."

"What?"

"Chasing, pursuing. I mean, you are, but not like you use to. You're more laid back, more..."

"Comfortable?"

"Exactly. And that's because you've become really you. When we got together you were half way there and now you're whole. So, what would Seth Archer be doing? Surely not playing tour guide, not when family is in town and you have a performance tomorrow..."

His eyes narrowed, but an amused smile formed on his lips. "You want to be my shadow, do you?" She gave a nod. "That's not possible. You are hardly worthy of being a shadow, you belong..."

"At your side?"

"At the front," he said. "As always. You can't change that. And Seth Allen is Seth Archer. A change of a name doesn't change someone's character."

"Then tell me what happened in the in between time. You left that out."

He was silent for a moment before he nodded. "Ok. I spent a month in Glasgow, Scotland in a swanky hotel drinking and drowning in self pity trying to forget who I was and what laid in my past. One day Holly showed up, snapped me out of it, and made me remember. The name change was simply done to protect my family members and friends...and my past. If the press found out who I was – nevermind that I went through every motion there was to secure that they couldn't – but if they did it'd be disaster. I wanted to prevent that for myself and everyone else."

"That's it?"

"No. I spent six months in Germany, with Holly as my translator, in a hospital after the procedure was done. Went back to London and as they say, the rest is history."

"Huh."

"Huh? That's it? 'Huh' is all that gets?"

She smiled. "Yeah, that's all it gets. Glad you told me though."

"Why? So that this could be even more awkward?"

"No. So that it'll make it easier to see why people like you now." With that remark she turned and began walking.

"People have always liked me," Seth said, coming to be in step next to her once more.

"So, where do you really want to be right now?"

He extended a gloved hand to her. "Honestly?"

She took his hand. "That'd be nice."

"At rehearsal for tomorrow's show and then at Christian's flat for the family get together."

"I thought you might say that."

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Natasha was awestruck – not to mention a bit stars truck as well – when she'd accompanied him to rehearsals, with Seth muttering apologies even though the conductor and director told him to go back home, seeing how it was his day off. She'd half expected him to jump at the chance, but instead grabbed the script – the one he knew by heart by the time he was sixteen – and took a place among the chorus. She was proud of him and that feeling was something that could always bring a smile to her face. He interacted even when he didn't need to, goofed off on the sidelines with a few smitten chorus girls, and filled in wherever he was needed, knowing each note and lyric by heart. 




You Again



The second Phantom – a man by the name of Nelson Reid – did well, but when Seth had gotten restless and moved over to the piano that had been brought on stage only for rehearsals, he'd sat down on it, went through his scales, and then let out a chilling yet mystifying rendition of "Music of the Night". She had to admit, his voice was hypnotic, his presence all too commanding, and his body language suggested a rougher albeit sexier side to the Phantom. He gave the audience an understanding as to why Christine would perhaps be lured and more easily swayed by her mentor.

He flashed smiles and winks her way, leaving her smiling widely and also causing her to feel a bit foolish. Tasha tried to shrug off the feeling, but during his enactment of the "Point of No Return", his dark eyes didn't follow that of his co-star the whole time, but looked to her, as if looking into the very depths of her soul and butterflies arose immediately. 

His confidence on the stage, his understanding and depth that he brought to it truly was a sight to see. From basement to upstairs to Broadway, he'd accomplished more than she would've thought him to be able to. He was right, Seth Allen and Seth Archer were the same...but Seth Archer was the man displayed to the public while Seth Allen was who he was in private. She could understand that – Natasha Ravens was her penname and how she portrayed herself to the world. No one, save for close friends, would've guessed that the shy girl was the one behind those best sellers.

When rehearsal was finally finished, it was time for them to go to Christian's flat and she more than happily looped her arm with his.

"So, how'd I do?"

"Very well. Though that should be of no surprise to you," she said, looking up to him.

He smiled lightly. "The show tomorrow night, I've arranged for you to sit in the front row with my family."

"You really didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he said, meeting her gaze. "What other reason do I need?"

She tried hard to hide her smile but failed. "Nothing, I guess."

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"It was not that bad," Jonathan countered, looking to Seth and his brothers.

Seth chuckled. "Please. My self-pity party in Glasgow was bad but you...at least I bothered to bathe."

Jonathan blushed then looked to his wife. "This is all lies."

"I'm sure," Holly replied then looked back to Seth. "Go on."

"I'm telling you, when he found out that you'd gone off to college and gotten a new beau it shattered him. Not even the mention of Princess Leia in the bikini costume could snap him out of it."

"All right. You've made your point, Seth. But may I remind you that I am not the only one at this table who's been destroyed at least once at losing the love of their life."

Seth leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Subtle, Jonny. Real subtle."

"Destroyed is a bit of a harsh word, don't you think?" chimed in Natasha.

"No, it's accurate," Holly replied before Seth or Jonathan could. "Seth was utterly destroyed at your refusal..."

"Holly..."

"I'll tell you more about it after dinner..."

"Why wait? You have a free room in here and I'm finished with my meal," Tasha said then gave a look to Seth.

"I told you what happened."

"I know," she said standing up. "But to get it from a girl's point of view is always nice. Shall we, Holly?"

Holly nodded then led her into one of the open rooms in the large flat. "Did I ever say it was good to see you again?"

"No you didn't, but I'll accept it now." The two laughed. "So what's with this destroyed business?"

Holly gave a soft sigh. "I know I shouldn't interfere, but you had to know that it'd kill him. I mean, he's been in love with you since the seventh grade. If that isn't commitment I don't know what is. He's got something so pure for you that it's only spoken about in fairy tales."

"Our friendship hasn't been one to go in the fairy tale category," Natasha said then sighed, her arms crossing over her stomach. "How bad was he when you found him?"

"Let's put it this way, I went to Glasgow to convince him to come to my and Jon's wedding."

Her eyes widened a bit. "Wow..."

Holly nodded. "Yea. Once he'd sobered up and snapped out of it, he showed his face. It was either that or I told him I'd be sedating him and taking him back to the U.S. for it." She let out a small chuckle. "It's funny how fate works with you two."

"What do you mean?" she asked with a slight cant of her head.

"Well, you guys are always brought back together at crucial moments in your lives. When he moved to Washington and thought he'd never find a friend, you showed up. After that whole debacle with the Internet, you took him back as a friend, which is something many wouldn't have done. When you guys realized how much you truly missed each other while you were away and then came back, you finally got together. And now, when both of you are at the height of your careers you meet again. Those things don't happen just for the hell of it."

Tasha was silent for a moment, contemplating all that Holly had told her before nodding. "I suppose you're right."

"Do you still love him?" Holly asked.

"If it's possible I think I might love him more. I mean, he's changed so much..."

"You have a lot to do with that, you know." Holly began to walk towards the door.

Tasha followed. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Holly glanced over her shoulder to Natasha. "I told him that you'd hardly want to see him stinking drunk and not going for his dreams. How else do you think I would've been able to get him to turn around?"

And with that Holly left the room, leaving Natasha standing there slightly stunned.

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Something was up. Seth could feel it radiating from Natasha as they were driven home from Christian's flat to the time they stepped into his own apartment. He wasn't sure what Holly had exactly told Natasha, despite having tried to get Holly to tell him and only failed at that mission. As he laid his leather jacket over the armrest of a chair, he watched her.

"Ok, what'd she tell you?"

"Hmmm?" Natasha said, snapping out of the daze she'd slipped into.

"Holly. That little chat you two had about my pity-party. What'd she tell you?" He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "Because whatever it was has managed to make you be silent, a feat rarely accomplished."

She narrowed her eyes at that comment then sighed. "Is it true that the only reason you snapped out of your 'pity-party' is because you knew I wouldn't have wanted you to be like that?"

He sighed. "Well, those weren't her exact words, but that was a big part of it, yes." He received only a nod. "Tasha, I remembered that we'd always said that no matter what we wanted each other's happiness. After Holly mentioned that and I let the memories come back, well, I could hardly stay the way I'd been. You wouldn't have wanted me to waste my life away in a hotel room drinking and not using my talents, just like I never want you to not use your's. I did what I had to and things worked out." Seth gave a crooked smile. "Besides, wasn't it you who always said you found that things always worked out in the end?"

"Yes, I did say that."

"Then why are you so surprised?"

"I guess I just never realized how much I truly influenced you, Seth. How much I affected you."

"Tasha, you could turn my whole day around by me just spending five minutes with you. No one has had that control over me since you..."

She met his gaze. "And what about now? Do I still have that control?"

"Funny isn't it? The submissive one having all the power over the dominant one." As he spoke he took tentative steps towards her. "Yes, you still have that control. But then again..." He stood mere inches from her, dark eyes gazing down at her. "I'm not completely powerless either..."

Natasha felt her heart jump into her throat at the same time her pulse began to speed up. "Is that so?" she managed to get out.

"Yes." His tone was confident, but he spoke as if others were in the room and his answer was for her ears alone. 

He leaned down a little bit and Natasha felt the fire licking through her veins. What was he waiting for? He lingered over her, his eyes staring intensely into hers, lips so close to her own that she could feel his breath on them. Kiss me, she thought. Seth took a step back and she swayed a bit. That was his power, she realized. He'd made her want him in a way she hadn't truly felt before. Seth had always come to her. It was now her turn to come to him.

"I'm going to go shower," he said nonchalantly, as if such an intense moment hadn't occurred between them.

She made sure to take hold of her senses before speaking. "Ok."

"Don't wait up," he said as he moved to walk past her, a purposefully moving to graze over her arm gently, and he felt the Goosebumps that appeared on her skin. He then walked out of the room.

Once he'd left Natasha sat down on the chair where he'd laid his coat, his scent hitting her and she closed her eyes before letting out a shaky breath. Oh yes, the man had gotten to her, he'd gotten to her without being extravagant or outrageous. He'd been himself. And in all honesty, that's all Natasha had ever wanted from Seth.

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After his shower, which had been a cold one, Seth hadn't been able to go to sleep. He'd told himself that playing such games with Natasha wasn't a good thing for either of them. Games had never been his style, anyway. But he had needed to know if he'd swayed her in anyway and by the dreamy look that had appeared in her magnificent blue eyes when he'd been only inches away from those tempting lips of hers, he'd gotten his answer. He turned on his side then back onto his stomach, letting out a defeated sigh before looking to the clock, which read 11 p.m. His pillow muffled a groan before he moved onto his back, a hand coming to rest under his head as the other rested on his bare abdomen. Eyes closed as he tried to relax, but unbidden images filled his mind.

Finally deciding that maybe he needed another shower or maybe just something really cold to drink, Seth moved from his bed and over to the door. When he opened it, he was slightly surprised to find Natasha on the other side. Her legs were bare and she wore the white, button up shirt he'd given her the first night she'd spent there. He felt his heart begin to race and he swallowed hard and before he could say anything, his lips were covered by hers.

He didn't hesitate, pulling her closer, a hand tangling in her luscious brown locks while the other skillfully unbuttoned the shirt. Her arms snaked around his neck a moment before creeping down his sides and one of her hands moved to rub over the bulge in his sleep pants. Soon her shirt was off, cast somewhere over his shoulder onto the floor, and he had her on the bed.

His hands moved feverishly over her smooth skin, each caress earning a moan or small sound from her. Lips clashed together in a heated passion as their hips met each other, grinding hard. A gasp escaped him as the familiar and pleasurable sensation of her nails scratching his back occurred. He pressed harder against her, feeling the wetness on her panties spread more. 

He bent to her ear, a chuckle leaving him. "You're wet already...you must want it bad..."

She wasn't given a chance to answer, his lips meeting hers once more, tongue battling with hers with a vivacity that he hadn't felt in years. The palms of his hands moved along her sides, her back arching slightly, and soon her hands were pinned above her, trapped within one of his. Lust filled eyes met, ragged breaths echoed in the room. He pulled back when she lifted her head to try and kiss him, a devilish smirk forming on his lips.

"All good things come in time, babe...and I plan to have fun with you before the night is through..." 

Teeth nipped at her neck in a vampire like fashion, tongue lavishing the spot afterward while his free hand snaked down the front of her body. He could feel her heartbeat increase when the hand moved to massage her breast for a few moments before continuing it's journey downwards, slipping beneath the hem of her panties, and his fingers began to play with her body.

"Mmmm..."she moaned, her chest rising and falling a bit faster.

His fingers pressed harder against her sex before slipping inside and her hips began to move in sync with them. A hard nipple was taken into his mouth and he teased them with tongue and teeth, suckling upon them and pulling them in the way he knew she liked. The pace of his fingers increased.

"S-Seth, if you keep that up...I'm going to..." She gasped out.

The hand that held hers captive let go and her panties joined the shirt she had been wearing on the floor of his room. He broke from her only to remove his own clothing barriers before coming back to his position hovering above her. He licked the fingers that he'd had inside her, tasting her.

"You taste good. Just like I remember..." He said. "Fucking you is going to be good. Would you like that?"

She nodded. "Y-yes."

"How bad do you want it?" He asked, the tip of him coming to graze against her. "Hmmm? Tell me you want it."

"I want it...I want you..." Their gazes locked, her hands coming to rest on his strong back, pressing herself upwards against him a bit. "I want you. Please..."She pulled his head down, their lips connecting passionately. 

He thrust his manhood into her deep, spreading her wide, a pleasurable groan escaping him as he did so, and for a moment he didn't move, just enjoying the warmth and slickness of her body.

"Ahhh..." She shuddered beneath him, her fingers pressing into his flesh and her legs entwining with his more, feet flexing against his legs. 

He began to move, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as he thrust inside her, their hips moving together in a fluid motion. He couldn't help but let out sounds of pleasure and soon his head became buried in the crook of her neck and began to thrust a little faster.

"You feel so good," he panted.

She looked to him, panting in his ear, and watched beads of sweat roll down his cheek before she'd nip at his ear lobe then suck upon it. One hand pressed against his neck, the other the small of his back, trying to push him deeper within her. She hadn't imagined this, hadn't imagined it to feel so good or as right as it did. It was addicting and this was something she never wished to be cured of. 

Natasha breathed hard as he kept moving inside of her small body, her lips seeking out whatever flesh they could just as his did, causing sensation after sensation to roll through them. She began to feel herself tightening and closed her eyes, her back arching more, pressing herself against his hips harder. 

"Oh...Oh..." Her hands pressed into his back once more, nails digging in. "Oh...Seth..."A shudder ran through her. "I'm cumming...cumming..."As she spoke those words he moved faster, hitting the right spot, and stars began to dance behind her eyes.

Seth moved so that he could look down to her. "C'mon, baby, cum for me..." He said then began to grunt as he pushed himself deeper.

"Oh!" she cried out as she orgasmed around him, her body locking up around him for that brief, wonderful moment before she collapsed backwards, her form softening and starting to milk him. Though Seth couldn't cum, he did, however, feel the same sort of sensation and shuddered as it ran through him before pressing his lips to hers. Her small hands moving down to hold onto his rear to keep him against her as she breathed hard once the kiss had broken. 

"Seth..."

"Tasha...I...." 

She leaned upwards, cutting him off with another kiss. "I know." She smiled softly. "I love you too."

His usual lopsided, albeit now a bit lazy, smile formed on his lips. "So now what?"

A mischievous look flashed in her eyes and she moved so that she was on top of him, her fingertips trailing down his chest and following the defined lines of his abdomen. "Round two..." She leaned down a bit. "You up for it?"

His hands moved upwards to cup her breasts. "Oh yeah."

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Come the next morning Seth awoke with a smile on his face, a smile which only grew when he looked down to see Natasha's sleeping form resting right beside him. He let out a content sigh before shifting just a bit, trying to do so without disturbing her, and then closing his eyes once more, just relaxing. A few moments later he felt her move and looked down to her, gazing down into those sapphire like eyes.

"Morning, love," he said, doing nothing to hide the smile.

She smiled too. "Morning."

"How do you feel?"

"Happy." Her smile grew a bit. "And you?"

"Oh I couldn't be happier," he said, a hand coming to rest on her cheek gently and she leaned into the caress a bit. "So, together again, hmmm?"

She watched him for a moment then gave a nod. "Yeah, I think I can handle that."

He grinned. "I certainly hope so."



You Ain't Gonna Believe



"Hi, wann'a go to a party?"

I barely looked at her when I said, "Sure!" I would never turn down an invitation from a pretty woman and she was all of that and more. She slid into the vacant chair beside me in the lunchroom. 

She was smiling when she said, "You don't even know who I am, do you?"

"Yes I do, you are Pat from drafting." Unfortunately, that's about all I knew but I wouldn't tell her that. I had seen her in the break room and even remarked to one of my co-workers how attractive she was. He was the one who told me her name was Pat something-or-other and she worked in the drafting department of our engineering firm. 

I was an electrical engineer, specializing in the outdoor lighting of freeways, stadiums, shopping malls and other large complexes. She had done the drawings for some of my designs and I liked her work. It was accurate, complete and included every specification and detail that I listed, in other words, very professional. She appeared to be in her mid to late 30s, perhaps 10 or 15 years younger than me. Although I had seen her in the break room many times, the other eye candy was younger, with overpowering physical attributes and usually got more of my attention. Whoever was in charge of hiring for our company had an eye for young, attractive, tall, big-breasted women. Few of them stayed with us very long so there was a constant change of scenery. Every day at noon all the men in the firm lined up behind the tables against the wall of the lunchroom and watched the constant parade of sex on the half shell as it undulated by.

She was looking straight into my face and smiling when she said, "Don't you want to know anything about the party? Like where it is, what it's for, and who's throwing it?"

She was really far prettier than I had noticed. "That's not too important as long as I get to go with you."

I think she blushed a little. "Why, thank you, I like that, I think. Anyway, the party is for the new vice president in charge of the drafting division. You know my old boss retired and they transferred in this new guy in from the San Francisco office. He wants to be brought up to speed and has asked the single people in his department to invite other single members of the staff from other departments to a get acquainted shindig. It's going to be a pool party at his house Saturday after next, starting around 2 PM with a barbecue late in the afternoon."

"I'm honored, and would love to go with you but what made you select me?"

"I asked around. I know that you are single, having been divorced for five years. Besides, all of the other single man are either pimply faced kids or old geezers that play grab-ass every chance they get. Also, I know your work and know that you are a professional. I shouldn't have to fend you off."

Damn! Did I really look that safe? "You never know, I may be all hands outside of the office."

"Well, I don't think you will be dangerous." I think she winked at me when she added, "Besides, the proper hand in the right place at the right time is not necessarily objectionable."

She gave me her address and, since the new boss's house was quite a way out of town, I made arrangements to pick her up before noon and have lunch in route. She told me to be sure to bring a bathing suit and a change clothes for the evening because there would be dancing on the patio later.

The rest of the week went by fairly fast. On Thursday I became aware that there was a buzz in the office concerning the party. It seems that mostly senior, mature people had been invited and a lot of the junior, male employees had their noses out of joint. It was a disappointment to me because I figured that there would be quite a few of those young hard bodies there. I was kind of looking forward to dancing and maybe playing a little grab ass myself. Oh, well.

As planned, I picked Pat up just after 11 AM on Saturday. When she bounced out of her apartment house, I quickly revised my estimate of her age. Clad in white tennis shorts, a sleeveless blouse, her hair held back with a pink visor and almost no make-up she looked to be in her mid to late 20s. The outfit only went to accentuate the length and symmetry of her well-rounded arms and legs and show off her tan. Every part of her body seemed to be just the right size and in just the right place. She was no longer attractive, she was beautiful. She brought a small rolling case like the one you carry on an airplane and a garment bag. This we stowed it in the back of my Lincoln Navigator next to my stuff. She made some casual remark about the way the vehicle was rigged and I explained that I was an avid fisherman/hunter and often used it as a base camp. She didn't comment on my remark that it slept two very comfortably.

We stopped in a little roadhouse on the way out to the party. Over lunch I found out a lot about her. She was also divorced and a lot older than she looked, 38, just 8 years my junior. Her daughter was away at school, one of the prestigious women's colleges in Virginia. Like me, she was also divorced but had been for 15 years. When I remarked that it was uncommon for a woman as attractive as her to remain single so long she put me straight in a hurry. "I don't need a man to take care of me. That's the problem, they all want to smother you and refuse to realize that I am just as capable of taking care of myself as they are. Besides, I'm liberated and like to be free, to do what I want, when I want without having to answer to anyone."

That kind of set me back but then I thought, what the hell, that's very close to my own philosophy nowadays. In truth, I admired her for it. We've talked on and on about work and lots of other things. The more we talked more I was drawn to her. By the time we left the diner about 1:30 I was completely infatuated with her.

We pulled up in front of the address to find a very large, country style, manor on at least 30 acres of rolling lawn, surrounded by a security wall you couldn't see over. The only entrance was through an iron gate that was manned by a uniformed security guard. He opened the gate and directed us to some parking spaces along the circular drive. I retrieved the bags from the back of the car and then did something uncharacteristic for me. Pat was just standing there so I gathered her in my arms and kissed her. At first, I thought she was going to rebuke me when she pulled back a little, but then she surrendered and kissed me back with far more vigor than I had any right to expect.

We broke and she was taking deep breaths when she said, "Lets go inside if we are going to. One more of those and we won't make it."

I was more than willing to give her one more of "those" but she grabbed me by the hand and headed for the house.

The front door was standing ajar and you could hear the sounds of a party coming from the rear. A very pretty young woman in an incredibly brief server's uniform greeted us, took our bags, and directed us through the house to French doors opening onto the pool.

I was pleasantly surprised and a little shocked to find that the pool and surrounding deck was alive with people in various staged of undress. By that, I mean that there were quite a few topless women in the pool. More than a few were the young, hard bodies from the office. It slowly sank in that the women outnumbered the men almost two to one and that most of the men were my age or older. That's why the young guys from the office were pissed that they hadn't been invited.

"There's Mr. Guy our new boss. Come and let me introduce you to him." 

Mr. Guy was in his mid '50s but he had a young, big-boobed, hard body attached to his hip. I couldn't help but wonder if it were permanent. He was tall, handsome, well muscled and had a huge mane of salt and pepper gray hair and was wearing boxer style swimming trunks. "Mr. Guy, this is Ed. He is from the engineering department."

He stuck out a very tan, very strong, well-manicured hand. "Glad to meet you Ed. Call me Ted. This is Candy from accounting. My wife, Karen is around somewhere." Candy from accounting was running her hand across his chest in a very suggestive manner. I wondered how often her size 38 DD's fell out of the bra of her postage stamp size bathing suit. They turned to meet another guest and I could see that the hand that had clasped mine a moment ago now had a firm grip on the right cheek of Candy's ass.

I looked at Pat and she was staring, goggle eyed, at the retreating sight. She finally noticed me looking at her and blurted, "Lets ah -- get our bathing suits. The maid said she put our stuff in the den downstairs."

Back inside the house, we split up going down a long corridor. She opened a door on one side and I opened a door on the other. Mine was obviously a library. When I came back out, Pat was standing stock still in the doorway of a room that probably was the den. I looked over her shoulder to see a woman about Pat's age sitting on a divan. She had on a blouse and that's all. A pair of white slacks was bunched up on the seat beside her. Her legs were open and a young man that I recognized as Jose from the motor pool was kneeling on the floor in front of her and had his head buried in her crotch.

She smiled, waved at us and said, "I'm kinda busy right now could you close the door and come back a little later?"

I pulled Pat backwards and shut the door. There was a muffled, "Thank you" and then, "Oh my God, NOW, NOW, OH, YESSSS, OH GOD DON'T STOP! OOOOHHHH"

Pat was actually shaking. "That was Karen, Ted's wife. She's come to the office a couple of times. I think that was Jose, her driver. Our bathing suits are in there so we might as well wander around a little. It may be a while before we can get in there to get them."

Perhaps it was only my imagination but she seemed to hold my arm a little closer to her body as we went back outside onto the pool deck. At the bar we met another couple, Bill Davis and Maggie Wilson from the office. They were singles like us but paired just for this party. We only chatted for a couple of moments before Pat took Maggie's arm and pulled her off out of earshot to tell her something. I really didn't wonder at all what it was. I probably should have told Bill but figured Maggie would tell him soon enough.

Armed with a gin and tonic for her and a Mexican beer for me, we set out to explore some of the property while we waited for our bathing suits to be liberated. A couple of hundred yards behind the house was what appeared to be a stable or barn. We wandered around a corner and there on a bale of hay was one of the young girls that I recognized from the office. She was on her hands and knees on the hay, completely nude and being soundly fucked from behind by one of my buddies, Rudy from engineering. They didn't see us but I just stood there agog until Pat pulled me back, out of sight. She was laughing at me.

"What the hell have we got ourselves into? I was told this would be a barbecue, not an orgy! I like sex as well as the next girl but there is a time and place for it. I think we should go back and see if we can get our bathing suits." She gave me a funny little look and said, "Have you ever done it outdoors like that?"

I couldn't help it, the sight of 50 something-year-old Rudy sticking it to the young pussy made me horny as hell. I was already getting a hard on. "Yeah, a couple of times. When my wife and I first met, she liked to go out in the woods with me." I was remembering one particular erotic interlude when she gave me a blowjob after a picnic lunch. Later, I fucked her on the picnic blanket. My pecker was definitely hard now, just thinking about that day.

"What's happening? You've got a faraway, dreamy look in your eyes and you are noticeably excited. I think we better get back to the house and get you under a cold shower or something."

"Am I that readable? How did you know I was aroused?"

"You wouldn't be much of a man if you weren't and you have one hell of a lump in your pants. Anyway lets get back to the house."

Although there was a lot of noise from other parts of the house, the den was vacant. The aroma of pussy hung in the air like a blanket of smog in the city. I tried to be nonchalant but I could see Pat noticed it too. The couch that had recently been host to Karen Guy's ass how had a big wet stain on it. Something white and gooey was in a puddle on the carpet below and in front of the stain.

Carefully walking around the puddle, Pat got her overnight case and retrieved her bathing suit. "You stand guard outside while I change and then I'll do the same for you. Let's take our bags out of this room and stow them somewhere else so we don't run into this situation again."

It sounded like a good plan to me, so we both changed. I remembered that there had been a cabana by the pool. I suggested that we stow our bags in there. Dressed in our bathing suits, flip-flops and beach robes and dragging our bags, we made our way towards the pool.

I ran into Rudy, the guy that had been banging the chick on the hay bale. Pat knew I wanted to talk to him so she gave me a little push, a smile, excused herself and headed toward the cabana to put our bags away.

I said, "You old fox! I saw what you were doing to behind the barn with that sweet young thing! How in the hell did that come about?"

I expected him to be a little embarrassed at having been caught, but he was beaming like a schoolboy that had just scored the winning touchdown and grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I'm not sure what happened but she just came up to me and asked if I would like a little. She took me down there and I really gave it to her. I had her squealing like a pig before it was over. We came back up here when we finished and now she's gone off with Jim from the construction department. I think she's going to give him some too. For some reason, I don't think I was the first today."

I was about to delve little deeper into this situation when Pat grabbed me by the arm. Again, she was a little excited. "Excuse us Rudy, I've got to talk to Ed alone." She drug me out of earshot and said, "You are not going to believe this, but Ted Guy was in the cabana and Candy was giving him a blowjob when I walked in. He looked right at me and smiled but she didn't stop. I think me watching caused him to have orgasm. I have never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Haven't you…"

"I don't want to talk about it. Get me another drink and lets get some sun."

We found a couple of chase lounges and we spent the rest of the afternoon lolling in the sun. I think Pat actually cat napped but I couldn't tell for sure behind her sunglasses. The constant parade of bare boobs swimming up and down the pool coupled with my vision of Rudy, sticking it to that young thing down by the barn, Mrs. Guy in the den being eaten by Jose and Mr. Guy getting a blow job in the cabana had me so frustrated I didn't think I would sleep for a week. I had such a hard on I don't think I had enough skin left to cover my eyes.

Around 5:00 Ted Guy, still attached at the hip to Candy, announced that barbecue was being served on the patio and a country and western band would be setting up for dancing. Since he was here I figured the cabana was safe so we went in and changed clothes. It was obvious the evening was going to be casual so I opted for a sport shirt and slacks. Pat donned a simple, sleeveless white blouse and black miniskirt. Coupled with the color in her cheeks from her afternoon in the sun, she was beautiful. I took our rolling bags out and stowed them in my car while she held our place in the serving line.

After the meal, Pat and I took to the dance floor. The first couple of tunes were fast boogies, then some slower, dreamy numbers. I had already had enough to drink so that, with the softness of her body in my arms and her perfume clouding my mind, I was soon adrift on a sea of sexual fantasies. Before long, I could not stop the manifestation of my arousal and was jolted out of my reverie when she whispered into my ear, "You've got another hard on and you are poking me. Is that perpetual?"

I quickly pulled away from her and mumbled an apology. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"I really didn't mind, in fact I am flattered that you think so much of me. It is me you are thinking of isn't it?" With that, she moved in and ground herself against my firm member. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Later, I want you to make love to me. I have had the urge every since we caught Karen and Jose at it this afternoon." She got a strange look on her face before she asked, "Do you – ah – do that?"

The only one I had ever done that to was my wife and that was years ago, but I wasn't going to let her know that. "Sure and I would love to have a chance to do it to you."

She smiled and put her hand on the lump in my trousers. "We can make it a two way street if you like, I have been told I am pretty good at it too. Do you want to leave now?"

I tried to be nonchalant as her hand gently massaged my manhood through my trousers. "Well, I've had enough of everything here but you. Why don't we make our excuses and find out if that little motel we passed just down the road has a room for the night?"


She readily agreed and we went in search of our hosts. We looked around the patio and noticed that the crowd had diminished dramatically. Besides us, there were only three other couples to be seen. Ted and Karen Guy weren't among them. Neither was Jose or Rudy but Candy was there still dressed in a thong bikini. She was wrapped tightly around some guy I didn't know and he had his hand firmly attached to her ass in the place recently vacated by Ted Guy.

In the house, there wasn't a soul to be seen in the living room but there was a symphony of moans, groans and wails of coming from the upper level. I looked up the stairway just in time to see the maid, this time without her uniform, run by, laughing. In hot pursuit, equally nude, was Rudy, his cock flopping up and down.

I convinced Pat that it would be difficult to find our hosts and that they wouldn't miss us anyway. Outside in the drive, I noticed that only two or three of the cars had left.

We found the motel, which was much seedier up close than it had looked when we passed it that morning. I went in to book us a room and the clerk barely looked at me as I put a name in the register. It appeared he was accustomed to "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" couples.

In the room, I cooled my heels while Pat was in the bath. When she finally came out I was surprised to see she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy, shortie nightgown. Her hair was freshly brushed, she had reapplied her makeup and she smelled heavenly. "Wow! You look good enough to eat." 

She looked me straight in the eye and said, "That's the main Idea. Now you go and bathe too."

Unfortunately I hadn't thought that far ahead and didn't have any sleepwear with me. But at least I had brought my shaving kit. I bathed and shaved in record time. When I came out of the bath with a towel wrapped around my waist, she was sitting up in the bed, her legs covered with a sheet. She licked her lips and said, "Mmm, you smell good too. What's that you have on/"

She laughed when I said, "The same thing I have had on all day but I don't think you can smell it."

"Well, come here and let me see." 

I moved a little closer to the bed and her hand streaked out and pulled the towel off, leaving me standing there nude, my semi hard dick standing at half mast, staring at her. I dove for the bed, intending to take her nightie off but she beat me to it. In a flash, it was over her head and off, leaving the part I could see as nude as I was. I moved to turn off the light but she said, "Leave it on. I have been waiting for this for a couple of weeks and I don't want to miss any of it." That was fine by me. She had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen, creamy white with beautiful pink aureoles.




You Ain't Gonna Believe



I was flattered. This gorgeous, sensual creature had been waiting to have sex with me for a couple of weeks? I had only been thinking about it today but later realized I had been waiting for her all my life. I slipped into the bed and took her in my arms. She was soft as a cloud, her body molding itself to mine. Her skin felt like satin with firm little peaks at the tip of her breasts, boring their way into my chest. I had no choice; I had to take one in my mouth. Her hands clutched my head, pulling me harder into her.

I suckled like a baby for a few moments, lost in my own paradise. I finally stopped and kissed her again. I whispered, "I want to do something to you that I promised you earlier today."

Between kisses she breathed into my ear, "I would like that. No, I am lying. I would love it. I have been waiting all afternoon for you to say that to me".

Without waiting for another comment, I kissed her again. I kissed her ears, her neck and her shoulders.

I buried my face in the softness of her breasts. Her hands, now on the back of my head, were pushing me into her; my lips were caressing, nursing on her nipples. My hands, groping, found the smoothness of her thighs and slowly inched upward to the mound that was the outmost edge of her sexuality until my fingers encountered soft, wet lips. When I touched them she gasped and pushed my head even harder into her breasts. My fingers, lubricated by her moisture, pushed inside her, past the lips of her vagina and past the little knot that I knew was her clitoris. 

Now, there was no resistance when I moved my head to follow the path of my hand. When my mouth touched the lips of her pussy, she let out an audible gasp and the touch of my tongue brought, "Oh my god!" I moved around to the edge of the bed so that most of my body was off the end while my head was between her legs. From this position my arms were under either side of her bottom, up along her sides and my hands were caressing her breasts. I buried my face in this garden of aphrodisia, delighting in both the pleasure I was bringing her and the nectar that pleasure was producing.

As much as I was enjoying this exercise, I had needs of my own. My penis was so hard it actually hurt and was crying for relief. After quite a few minutes of my tongue jabbing in and out of her pussy and sucking on her clitoris, I knew her climax was imminent so I quickly moved to replace my tongue with my cock. I entered her and drove it in as hard as I could.

With her arms wrapped around my body and her legs around my ass, I pounded my phallus deep into her again and again. Each thrust brought an exclamation of passion from her and a feeling of exhilaration for me. Time stood still as I slipped in and out of her warm body. Time after time, her love nest welcomed my blood-engorged member. Thoughts of pleasing her slowly disappeared and were replaced by my own pure animal lust. I believe she was in the throws of a second orgasm when my own climax began building and finally manifested itself with the elation of shooting my semen deep into her. The feelings of euphoria were ravaging my entire body.

I lay beside her, too spent to move, holding her warm body in my arms. In her ear, I whispered "Thank you." There was no response from her beyond a contented "MMM" as she snuggled deeper into my arms and began to snore ever so softly. In the spoon position with my soft dick resting against her ass, I cuddled close to her and soon fell asleep myself. 

At some point through the night, I awoke, my cock hard as a hammer handle. When I poked her with it, she opened her legs and let me have access to her pussy from behind. Slowly I fucked her. I was proud of my staying power as I continued to stroke, minute after minute. I was trying to delay my climax so that she could experience it with me but, it was a lost cause and I soon surrendered to the Gods of orgasm and once again lapsed into a deep, coma like, sleep. 

I was awakened well after daylight by an indescribable sensation. I was flat on my back and she was nursing on my cock. It was completely hard although I had no idea when or how it got that way. She must have been doing it to me for quite some time because I could feel the impending climax waiting for just the right moment to take over my semi-conscious body. It happened seconds later when the hand that had been caressing my testicles moved just a little and a finger started toying with my ass-hole. With a lunge I stabbed my cock even deeper into her face and let the onrush of semen spew into her mouth, deep into her throat.

She was grinning when she said, "Mmm, you were loaded again. You must have been saving all that up for quite some time, saving it just for me." There was a small drop of semen on her chin but other than that, there was nothing else to be seen.

She left me there, flat on my back, and darted into the bathroom. I lay there, bathed in a feeling of peace and tranquility, too spent to move, until I heard the water running. The idea of a warm shower with her warm body soon overcame my reluctance to move from the warm bed so I followed her into the bathroom. I stepped into the shower stall behind her and snaked my hands around her body, cupping her breasts in my hands. 

She didn't even flinch from my touch but rather melted backward into me. "Welcome lover, I thought you were asleep again." She turned a little and looked at me. Her hand went down and found my flaccid dick. "You do know you owe me one, don't you?"

"You bet, anytime you're ready." There was already response from the lower part of my body.

When I put my mouth on her right nipple, she pulled my head hard into her and gasped, "OK hot shot, how about as soon as you finish doing that and I finish bathing?"

She smiled when I said, "That's easy for you to say, you had something to eat this morning. Maybe I will feel better after I do the same."

By the time I finished my shower, she was in the bed, demurely waiting for me, with the sheet pulled up to her chin. Remembering what happened last night, I dove for the bed. "Wait," she whispered, "I want you to make love to me as if you really loved me. I want to feel your warm body close to mine, touching me. I want to feel you deep inside of me while your lips kiss mine."

There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to please this wonderful woman so I did exactly what she asked. With our bodies entwined, I slowly entered her while she arched her back to receive me. I kissed her lips, her eyes, and everything on her face. The union of our bodies was the most perfect thing that had happened to me in my lifetime. Slowly, as if she were the most fragile flower, I withdrew and reentered her, time after time. Occasionally, I would pause and kiss her, our tongues dueling, caressing each other. 

Gradually, without any conscious effort on my part the pace began to accelerate. I suddenly realized that I was supporting myself on my arms and the only place we were joined was where my penis was sliding in and out of her vagina. I looked down to see her eyes were closed, her head was back and her mouth was open as if she were gasping for breath. With an arch of her back and a soft grunt I knew she had an orgasm. From then on, each time I stabbed into her she gave a little sigh of satisfaction.

In all my life, I had never been able to delay my ejaculation like this. I continued to pump into her, delighting in my ability to bring her this much pleasure. Eventually my own quest for gratification would not be denied and I had a mind-blowing climax. 

I wilted and lay beside her, panting for breath but smug with self-satisfaction. She rolled over toward me and put her arm around my chest. She whispered into my ear, "You are very, very good. Do you have any plans for tomorrow or even for the rest of your life?"

She smiled, kissed me and cuddled her warm, nude body a little closer to mine when I said, "I have lots of plans for both and they all include you."

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Copyright © 03-10-2003 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

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You Always Come First



I push open the door of your office, standing in the entryway, hands on my hips. "Thought you were gonna take me to lunch," I comment testily.

You glance up at me, noting that I'm in mega-bitch mode and you'd best tread carefully. "Sorry. Things got crazy here. Armstrong left a huge load of work for me this morning," you say, waving your hand at the stacks of folders piled on your desk.

"And this is my problem because...?"

You gulp before adding, "You know you come first."

"That's why you left me waiting alone at the restaurant. Because I come first." I begin tapping the toe of my kidskin high-heeled slingback pump. You know you're in trouble when my toe starts tapping like that.

"Look," you sputter, "I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you--"

"Damn straight you'll make it up to me."

"Tonight."

I cross your office in five steps to tower over you as you sit at your desk. "Screw that! You'll be making it up to me now." Without any regard for your work, I brush aside all the folders piled there and sit on your desk, placing each foot on an arm of your chair. My hand caresses aside the front of my sarong-styled skirt, baring my lace panties to view. "Strip," I command.

You nod, then raise your hands to your tie.

"Not this," I say, leaning forward to pull you by the necktie. "Everything but this."

You nod again, then unbutton your shirt, pulling the collar out from under the tie without disturbing it. I moan -- a low, throaty sound -- as your chest appears. My right foot steps on your knee, then travels along your inner thigh. The toe of my pump nudges the growing bulge in your trousers.

"I see something's come up," I coolly remark, my toe gently grinding against your arousal.

"Damn, you make me hot," you whisper.

"Tell me."

"You're a fucking goddess!"

"And what is the proper way to treat a goddess?"

"Fuck her silly on my desk?" you ask, a little too eagerly.

"Try again," I say, then add, "and lose the pants."

I smile appreciatively at your glorious body as your trousers fall to the floor. Even the tie can't completely hide your erection from my sight. You suggest, "How about I lick you dry? And then make you wet all over again?"

"I do come first, don't I?"

"Always," you agree with a grin.

Your fingers brush up my thighs, past the lace-trimmed silk stockings. You begin to toy with the clasps of my garters. "Ah, ah!" I warn, brushing your hands aside. "You're the only one getting naked today."

"Ever your faithful priest, willing to worship his goddess in any way she sees fit."

"That's better. Now get sucking!" I command, pulling you by the tie so that your face is mere inches from my cunt.

You brush aside the crotch of my panties, baring my shaved pussy. "Mmmmmmmmmm," you sigh, before diving in to your feast. You always know exactly what to say and do to make me squirm in anticipation.

"Perhaps you should offer a prayer to your goddess?"

"Mmmmmmm," you sigh once more, "so beautiful. God, I adore you!" Your tongue slowly licks up my slit, teasing me into ecstasy. My fingers tangle in your hair, pushing your face further into my crotch. Your muffled voice sighs again, the sound stifled by my clit.

My back arches, my head falls backward as a wave of pleasure engulfs me. Lazily I open my eyes and notice the intercom on your desk. I manage to reach over to it, without you realizing, and press the button to transmit your voice out to the reception area. 

"Mmmmmmmm, you taste so sweet!"

"You love to suck my pussy, don't you?"

"God, yes!"

I have to keep from giggling, knowing that soon your whole office will be listening to you as you pleasure your goddess. As your tongue continues to lick me, I quickly lose the desire to laugh.

You plunge a finger into my pussy as you gently bite my clit. Another frenzied wave of pleasure surrounds me. "God, oh god, ohmymotherfuckinggodinheaven!!!!" I cry, my body spasming in orgasmic rapture.

"That's right. Prove you're my profane goddess by talking dirty to me."

"Holy shit!" I yelp, while your tongue quickly flicks across my clit. I writhe, at turns wanting escape or release; but you'll have none of it, using your hands to keep me in place while you continue to pleasure me.

You look up at me, an innocent expression coloring your features. "More?"

"Goddammit, YES!!!!" I scream.

Your tongue pushes inside me, swirling around and making me ache to feel your cock in its place. Your fingers tantalize my clit as your tongue continues its incursion into my most secret realms. "Oh, jesusfuckingGOD!!!" I yell, my body shuddering in bliss.

You stand, taking me in your arms. As you kiss me you whisper, "Can you taste yourself on my tongue and in my beard?"

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes!"

"Have I done enough to make up for my impertinence? To worship you like the goddess you are?"

"I'd say your performance was sufficient... for now," I agree. "But I have a feeling you'll need to do something more tonight."

I rise from your desk and smooth my skirt into place. As you reach down to retrieve your pants -- your back to me -- I switch off the intercom. Once we're both more or less fully dressed, I give you a kiss. "I should let you get back to work," I say, a hint of melancholy in my tone.

You nod, adding, "I'm glad you're so understanding."

"I do try," I reply. "But you can tell that bastard Armstrong," I comment as I reach for the door, "next time he drops a pile of shit on your desk, he'll have me to answer to."

You give me a wink and say, "Dinner at my place tonight?"

"As you wish," I purr.

"And I get to be in charge?"

"Anything you want... Daddy."



You Always Hurt The Ones You Love



Hey! 

The sound of my IM message notification (a sultry woman's voice proclaiming, "Someone would like to speak with you, Master") startled me from my writing, and I crossed the living room to the laptop to find a message from a friend living in the same apartment building. 

Me: Hey yourself, sexy! 

Mandi: Can I come down to see you? I'd rather not spend the evening alone 

Me: Absolutely! Should I make dinner for us? 

Mandi: Nah I already ate

Me: OK – the door's unlocked. 

When Mandi opened the door a few minutes later, she seemed surprised. "Barry Manilow?" 

Clearly my choice of music surprised her. "I'm almost surprised that you recognize him," I said, setting the book aside and crossing the room to her as she closed the door behind her. I took her into my arms for a long hug, enjoying the feel of her youthful body against me. 

Her youthful body, her youthful smile, her youthful energy always made me feel younger, even though she was young enough to be my daughter. Yet somehow, something kept us coming back to each other – we were truly friends, and there were definitely some significant benefits to our friendship, but even though we each had dabbled in the dating pool with others, we always came back to each other. 

...which was signified in this moment by the gentle kiss and the knowing way she stroked my lower spine. 

When we separated at last, I took her hand in mine and guided her to where I was sitting. I sat in the recliner first, and she settled onto my lap, a position very comfortable and common to us. As the opening chords of "Could It Be Magic" wafted over us, I gave her a gentle squeeze, wondering what magic had brought us together like this on so many occasions. 

"How's the dissertation coming?" I finally asked. 

"Ugh." 

"I figured as much." 

Mandi shrugged against me. "Now I really wish I'd followed a friend's advice." 

"What advice was that?" 

"She was purposely taking a year off from grad school before starting her Ph.D. program at Berkeley. She said that another five years without a significant break would be rather grueling." She sighed. "Now I wish I'd done the same." 

I gave her another squeeze. "How close are you to getting to a point where I can read and edit what you have?" 

She shrugged again. "Maybe a week or so. Probably closer to 'or so,' actually." 

"Make it closer to 'a week,' and I'll see if I can arrange something special for you." 

"You don't need to do that, you know." 

"I know," I admitted, "but I want to. It may motivate you a little, and I just like surprising you in general." 

Mandi gently kissed my cheek. "Thanks. That's just one of the reasons I like you so much." 

We shared a smile and an embrace, and then just sat there for a while until the music finally ended. 

"You know," she admitted, "you're the only person I know who still owns an actual record player." 

"That's what I grew up with," I reminded the youngster. "But it is getting harder and harder to find needles and parts." 

"Time to add to the CD collection then." 

"Maybe you're right." 

"Maybe that's what I'll get you for your birthday next month: CDs of your record collection." 

"My entire record collection? That would probably cost you..." I paused to calculate in my head. "That would probably cost upward of $800." 

"Maybe I'll just give you me instead." 

I smiled, imagining myself unwrapping her, exposing her, tasting her... 

"Actually, I do have a surprise for you tonight. Just something small but something I think you'll like. But you have to undress me first." 

As Mandi remained upon my lap, I touched her first, purposely taking my time. Once again, my hands meandered over her many curves, although primarily my attentions were focused upon her chest, caressing and squeezing her breasts through her Snoopy sweatshirt. Soon she was writhing sensuously upon my lap, touching me in kind, slowly heightening my arousal. 

Only when she pleaded with her eyes did I finally lift off her sweatshirt, revealing a black lacy front-hook bra. I smiled, thinking this might be the surprise, as I had never known her to even own a front-hook bra. As our lips met anew, I continued to gently manipulate her breasts, never losing contact with the supportive garment. 

"I'm so wet..." Mandi whispered between kisses. 

"Good," I responded. "That means I must be doing something right." 

We both laughed softly, briefly, but then our lips met again. With a hand still fondling her chest, my other hand slithered down her ribs, down her stomach, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before slithering inside, relishing the warmth trapped within the denim. 

She was definitely wet, as I learned firsthand when my fingertips brushed her succulent sex through her silky panty. My hand upon her chest fumbled for a moment in opening the front of her bra, then closed upon a breast, the skin-to-skin contact eliciting a low sound of happiness from her throat. For several more minutes, my hands worked her body, strengthening her arousal, ensuring her desire liberally coated my fingers. 

"Over my legs," I instructed, retracting my hand from her panty and her jeans. 

The expression in her eyes was one of lust and of naughtiness. She smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead before standing and turning around to push down her jeans and reveal a black panty before bending over my thighs. 

Thus was her surprise revealed to me: "Spank me" was imprinted across her sweet derrière. 

"That is exactly what I had had in mind," I assured her softly. 

"Then what're you waiting for?" Mandi gave her nice rump a gentle shake to emphasize her point. "And don't hold back, please. Make it hurt. Make it long and make it hurt." 

I did not hold back, not even when the tears began to fall. The sound of each impact, the way she moved upon me, the gasps the sounds which escaped past her dainty lips all endeared her to me even more, especially the trust she had in me to make herself so vulnerable for me, to allow me to hurt her like this. 

And when at last she truly could not take any more, she slid to her knees upon the floor, clutching my legs as she continued to sob. My badly-stinging hand toyed with her hair to help calm her, and eventually her tears slowed to a trickle. She looked up at me at last, and I met her gaze with an appreciative smile. 

"You're truly special to me," I assured her. 

"Is that why you like to hurt me? After all, 'you always hurt the ones you love.'" 

I offered a hand to her, and helped Mandi to stand as I stood as well. I pulled her into a tight hug, reveling in the feel of her youthful body against me, knowing how wanton she appeared with her bra hanging open and her jeans down to her ankles. 

"In that case," I said honestly, "then I should hurt you every day for the rest of our lives." 

It was the closest yet I could bring myself to admitting that I truly loved her, but for the moment, it was more than enough.



You Always Wear Seamed Stockings?



I was in a foul mood, I had just snagged an expensive pair of my best stockings and because of the mood I was in and because I was late for work it could happen again.

When you turn forty years of age we all look back on the things we have cocked up in our miserable lives and vow to make things better in the last half. My biggest mistake was Andrew, my philandering husband. He didn't exactly have roving eyes for other women, he was the original scout for legs and ass, just lately, on every other woman in this rotten world but my own. To please him I had spent a fortune on lingerie and hose which would have fed the starving in Africa. It is not that I don't have the legs and ass to show them off, I do! I am 5ft 10inches tall in my silk stocking feet. 36 c cup tits and hips of 35 inches tapering into a 29 inch waist. Not bad for a woman of my age. As for looks I don't exactly need Portland cement as a foundation. Before you say it, yes, I do have all my own teeth!

Andrew, as usual ,had left the house without saying goodbye and blowing me the rare kiss. I should be so lucky!

My sex life just now was my fantastically agile right hand. A sluttish fantasy filled mind and a couple of battery-greedy dildos which had more pussy and asshole time than Andrew in his entire marriage to me, which now added up to twelve years. Pissed off? Of course I am pissed off!

'You are late, Angela. What's your excuse this time?'

'I am sorry Mr Mitchell. The postman came with a parcel for me to sign for and the traffic north of town did not help.'

I always had the feeling he was undressing me and I was standing in front of him naked except for my panties and stockings. Made me shiver in a horny kind of way. The way my loins were gasping even Bob Mitchell could get lucky.

'There is a Mr Eric Newton waiting to see you in your office. I have given him some prospects to look at. He has money to spend, you make sure he spends it. I don't care what you have to do to get him to buy. If you have to open your pretty legs for him, you sell! '

'I will do my best for you, Mr Mitchell.'

'Oh dear! I just knew there was going to be a tragedy today.' - He stood staring at my legs , 'New stockings?'

'Yes, my last pair. I am waiting on a kind benefactor to buy me some more, Mr Mitchell.'

'I will buy you as many pairs you want, Angela if you will come to my place and see if the other half of my luxury bed fits you. I go to sleep each night dreaming of your stocking clad legs, rolling each stocking down and caressing them off your exquisitely slender feet.'

Why did every guy want to jump me except my husband?

'Oh Mr Mitchell. Shame on you! I bet you say that to all the forty year old ladies you meet?'

'You go and see Mr Newton before I jump your beautiful bones and ravish you.' He laughed and turned back into his office. I went to mine thinking - maybe - one day Bobby - one day. I needed some generous men just now with cock and cash.

'Good morning Mr Newton, My name is Angela Winterton, your agent while you are with us. I understand my colleague has already given you something to look at?'

'Nothing here compares with the vision that's just stepped through the door, Miss Winterton.'

'Thank you for the compliment. It's Mrs, I am married.'

'Not happily, I take it?'

'How on earth did you know that?'

'A little bird told me.'

'Have you seen any properties you would like to look at?'

'Yes, I have picked out these three, but I really want ready-furnished property, I would rather see this furnished one first, if I may, Mrs Winterton?'

'Call me Angela, please!'

'In that case, you can call me Eric.' He smiled and I felt my pussy fluttering almost on spasm mode. Mr Newton was a very sexy man. The way I felt, he would not have to try too hard to get me in with the hopeful house sale.

'My car or yours, Angela?'

'Sorry, Eric. Company policy. You use yours and I use mine. Do you know where it is?'

'Yes, I have seen the house and enquired of the owner his quick sale price. He said that he had already negotiated with your firm and that I would have to use your services too. I will see you there then, you have the keys, I take it?'

'Yes, Eric, I always carry a jemmy in my boot.'

I was there before him, he greeted me with a big grin on his face.

'You knew a quicker way than me, that's for sure, Angela.'

'Not to worry, Eric, you are here. Some of my prospective vendors manage to get themselves lost.'

'You always wear seamed stockings? I love to see a woman who knows how to wear fully fashioned hosiery. '

'Does it turn you on, Eric?

'Yes, it most certainly does! Especially if the woman lays full length so I can walk my fingers lightly all the way up the seam. You don't look like a lady who wears tights. You wear a garter belt and stockings, yes?

'Yes, usually an eight-strap garter belt with Cette fully fashioned stockings with Cami knickers. Why you men go big raptures on what we women wear when all you want to do is strip us out of our clothes, beats me.'

'Have you ever been into a shop to buy something and realise you have no idea what you are buying? By asking a lady what she wears I find out what she buys herself. I heard you say you were on your last pair of stockings. I want to buy you some as long as you allow me to put them on for you and roll them back off again to put on later.'

'You are skating on very thin ice, Eric. I have not had sex for months and I am in a predatory mood just now. Problem is I have to sell this house to you or I will not earn enough commission this week to buy a box of matches, never mind a pair of silk stockings.

'Do you have the papers with you and a cell phone?'

'I do.'

'Phone the seller and put in his asking price for cash.'

'But you have hardly seen the place, Eric!'

'I had made up my mind to buy it already. I told your Boss that I wanted you with the sale. What did he tell you as regards selling to me?'

Ten minutes later the deal was done. Eric signed all my papers.

'Do I get to walk my fingers up those beautiful legs of yours now?'

'On one condition, you carry me upstairs to bed!.'

He laughed and swept me off my feet into his powerful arms, all 130 lbs of me. I did not have to tell him where the bedroom was. He flung me onto the bed, belly down and slipped my right high-heeled shoe off and I felt his fingers and his warm breath on the back of my legs. It had been too long since a man made love to me. Eric was a lover. He was the man in all my wet dreams. Three-quarters of my lifetimes vaginal secretions had been shed for this phantom Don Juan. I took him everywhere with me, even to the office loo.

Anticipation of me making love with Eric had already made the crotch of my knickers very creamy. I moaned into the down pillow as he mouthed his way to my ass-cheeks.. His nimble fingers were undoing each one of the eight suspender clips, that in itself made my juices run. As he rolled my stockings down he kissed and licked the bare flesh he was uncovering and my body was now shaking as he was was so easily powering up my horniness. I was a common street whore! A paid slut!

It took several minutes for him to take my stockings and knickers off and when he had put them on the dresser he came back to the bed and started to strip off all his own clothing. I lay there, expectantly watching him. Anxious to see the size of his prick. What ever size it was, I wanted it in me. I quickly shed my clothing . My red skirt - suit and blouse and bra. His eyes ate every part of me and his dick stood up against his taut stomach. There was desire for me in his smouldering eyes. I so wanted that. I wanted him to take all of me.

The object of my dreams was maybe nine inches long and thicker than any I had seen before. The vaginal spasm I had been waiting for came in the way of a mini cum and a fresh bout of tremors. This man made me randy just by looking at him

'Bring it here - I want to suck it!'

He smiled and came over me straddling my arms and he lowered his magnificent cock to my mouth and he went down between my wide open legs and his tongue made me jump as he used it to rasp my pussy lips and clitoris. His strong fingers were kneading my ass-cheeks and forcing them wider apart as he licked my freshly shaved mound which was opening expectantly displaying my very pink inner lips.

His cock was a very urgent acting piece of manhood. As I sucked on it, he prodded it towards the back of my throat. There was fear in my heart to swallow it , which would be sheer folly to my greedy gullet. I was eager to please and went for it. I gulped and amazed myself as his knob slid inside and on downward, It excited him and his balls suddenly tightened to his sturdy shaft and I pulled back off it cagily.

My apology for a husband, if you make him cum too quick - often wrecks the whole love session, if you can call it that. He sleeps and I revert to my dildo.

I eased it back into my mouth and let it roll down gently into my gullet and he started to fuck me very gingerly. His mouth and tongue were stirring up a hornets nest in my pussy, that, and what his thumbs were doing to my anus which reminded me of bygone days when I used to love that tiny orifice plundered. He was dribbling saliva into my anal cavity to make his thumbs, both of them enter me at once. He was stirring up what I thought were extinct longings in me. Could he get it in without using a lubricant? He started to see-saw his thumbs and fingers in both my ass and cunt and he was sending me off the face of the Earth on a rocket launch!

I pulled off his cock and shouted at him, 'Do it to me! Please Eric! Fuck me in my asshole! I want to feel the pain of being fucked up my ass with this big beautiful prick of yours. Do it! Do it now! My whole body is yours. Use me!'

He turned and got off the bed and he looked in the bedside cabinet and then on out to the en -suite bathroom and came back with a sheepish grin and a tube of KY Jelly. I turned onto my belly then got up onto all fours and wagged my ass at him. He slapped it which made me yelp! He fingered two or three fingers of it into my rectum and started an in and out fucking action with two then three fingers which had my ass gyrating onto his fingers. It was lovely.

'Are you ready for this, Angela?'

'Oh yes! Eric. I want it. Give it to me hard and deep. I have never had one in there your size before, but I want to feel you fucking me. Ravish me, Eric!'

'Does your husband fuck your asshole?'

'He used to, but not for many years. I used to love it, couldn't get enough of it. Stop teasing me! Fuck my ass, Eric! Fuck me hard and deep, deeper than I have ever had it before.'

'In it comes then, relax. It's nice and long, very hard, you going to love it, Baby.'

I opened up my sphincter by pressing hard down as he entered and I moaned into the pillow as the sudden agony stabbed my bowels. His arms were locked around my thighs holding onto me. I wanted to get away. What idiot put me up for this? His fingers reached into my vagina and searched out my clitoris I jumped and his great cock filled my inner cavities an inch deeper. Then another inch. My anal muscles were contracting around his cock. This was brutal! This wasn't my husbands six inch weed of a cock inside me now.

'Ram it in me! Put it all in! Go on, fuck you! Shag me!'

He came over me gripping my shoulders so tightly. His bulbous knob lodged into my anal canal

'Aaaagh! Oh yes! That's it! Now, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! I have never been shagged like this before!' 

'Do it to me Eric - fuck me - fuck me in the ass - use me like a cheap slut - shove that big cock of yours up my ass and hurt me - rip me open - I want to feel the pain of being fucked up my ass with that big beautiful prick of yours - my body is yours Eric - use me however you want'

Each time his long cock pulled all the way out of my ass he sucked the air out and the passage closed and then he moved in, it inflated ahead of him. The feeling was absolutely incredible. I moved onto each thrust, the pain was gone to be replaced with sublime pleasure. I shagged him! He shagged me! It was the fuck of all fucks. He had the stamina of a young,fit - extremely virile man. 

We lay together still joined, I must have passed out. I must have missed his ejaculation into my inner bowel region. My cum had been that overwhelming, I lost it! I didn't feel robbed. Just the opposite. If I never get fucked again, I will never forget that one. Some guys have it some don't . I was just that damned pleased that I had not missed out completely in my miserable life. One thing I was sure of, my useless husband was past history.

My reverie was disturbed by Eric saying, 'We will have to go and get something to eat, Angela. Will you have lunch with me?'

'Do we have to get dressed first? Isn't there room service?'

He laughed and slapped my ass and tickled me off the bed so that we both landed on the carpeted floor in a heap. I pulled his cock and goosed his ass and got up and ran for the bathroom giggling like a newly wed. His going into the bathroom and bringing back KY Jelly was niggling me. The medicine chest was full of all male stuff. One male. I went to the loo and missed having my douche with me. I do not feel clean unless I use one. I had to use the sink to wash my bum. I picked up the towel to wipe myself and found it damp in the middle.

'Eric! The owner of the house must be still living here! You better put that tube of KY back where you got it from!'

'No problem, Love. I know the guy personally. He wont mind.'

'Is he gay? There is no sign of women about the place.'

'Come let me help you to dress. You take care of your top bits and I will see to your essentials.'

'Essentials?'

'Your pussy, your bum and your fantastic legs.'

'I love it when you treat me like a slut, Eric.'

'I would much rather you loved me. Could you live in this house with me as my slut and no one else's?, Angela?

'You wish! I told you I am married. Oh! You put my stockings on beautifully. You are making me horny again.'

We will come back here after lunch and I will fuck you then. You can tell Bob Mitchell that I need more time to make up my mind about this place. Now I have you I am never going to let you go. You are the most edible woman I have ever met and I have a lot of hunger for you to sate. Your pussy juices are an aphrodisiac to me. I wont buy this house until you promise to be my wife.'

'You have already signed the papers.'

'Papers which can be destroyed by me eating them because I am starving. Do you wear paper knickers? 

'Why? Would you eat them too? I have seen them on the internet - I will send for some - just for you. I will personally supply the condiments.'

People were nodding and saying, 'Hello!'

'You have been here before, all the staff know you'

'Did you enjoy your meal?'

'Yes, thank you although I was feasting my eyes on you.'

'Corny bitch! Where have you been all my life? My old Mum once said to me that there was a special woman out there just waiting for me to come along - she was so right!'

'Open your flies for me. I want to caress your cock with my stocking covered toes. I know you will love it.'

I smiled sexily at him when he looked around before dropping his hand below the table cover. I slid my foot out of my shoe and I felt him take it and guide it into his trouser opening. His shaft was already hard and it was delicious feeling his full length against the bottom of my foot. I started to masturbate him and wasn't really caring who saw me. His face went red and I took pity on him and withdrew. There was moisture on the bottom of my stocking. The start of an ejaculate or pre-cum? I didn't know.

'Now! You teasing bitch let's have those clothes off. I am gong to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. When you leave here to go back to the Estate Agents you are going minus those Cami-knickers. I am going to keep them as a keepsake for when I first got this thing up you.'

'I think you are a fetishist.'

'I admit it, but not until I first saw you.'

'Your flattery will get you into my pussy at least.'

By this time we were both free of our clothes and we tumbled into each others arms on the four-poster bed. He gripped my wrists tightly and pushed them over my head towards the bed rail then he burrowed under the pillow and produced a pair of hand-cuffs and he secured me to the bed rail. I smiled at him and at the same time I was thinking how did he know they were there?

From nowhere he also produced a feather and a vibrator. I thought to myself, hang on for the gag! But he didn't bother. He started with the feather, on my feet! Amazingly the effect was different from normal tickling. He was making me horny and turned on. My begging was for him to put his cock into me. He came up each of my legs with vibrator on one and the feather on the other. I started to cum when he hit my inner thighs. I was bucking my pussy up at him and swearing at him. He used the dildo on my clitoris between that and his nibbling teeth, I was ready to cry Aunty Josephine! When he switched his attention to my tits.

'Oh! Come on, Eric! Stop that and fuck me! Please, Darling! You are driving me mad! Come on! Any hole you want, just do it! I am your slut! Fuck me, you Bastard! I can't wait. Ram your hard prick up my cunt! Now!'

'You are an impatient Darling ..............Are you going to marry me?'

He returned the vibrator to my clitoris and I moaned out in almost a scream.

'You know I can't. I am already married.'

'That is not the answer I want from you, Angela. I want you to live here in this house and not go back to him, ever. I want you to say you will be mine.'

I moaned afresh when he came over me and entered me. Driving his total shaft fully up me and I grunted out aloud with discomfort. He hit something inside me which hurt. I had never in my life been fucked with a cock Eric's size before. When it was fully in - he paused - resting on his outstretched arms - looking down at me.

'Oh, Eric, Love! You are so big! All my life I have had small cocks in me compared to yours. No! Don't stop! Hurt me, I want you, all of you, all the time! Yes I will come and live with you when you move in here. The divorce will take time - but for you - I will live in sin.'

'This is my house, Angela. I have owned it for nine years, Darling.'

'Then how come it's up for sale?'

'It isn't! Never was! Bob Mitchell is a friend of mine. He is in on the ruse for me to snare you. I first saw you about three weeks ago. I fell in love with you, - with your bum - with your lovely legs. I told him I wanted you and we cooked up the scheme together.' 'Will you please stop talking and fuck me? I can feel all your hot cock inside me. Finger my ass and pinch my tits. You make me feel so dirty - so wicked. Make yourself into a piston engine. Oh! Yes! Yes! That's better. Oh! Yes! I love it. I love you! From now on you will only have to wink and I will drop my knickers for you - unless they are paper ones then you can just eat them off me. I will guarantee the crotch of them will taste lovely, Eric, my Love! Go - on! Fuck me!'

'That is so nice. Keep ramming it in and out just like that, if I scream you will know you are making me cum. I want to drown your cock with my cum so I can resuscitate it back to life and hardness with my mouth.'

'Aaaaagh! Yes! I'm Cuuummmmmminggg! Oh! Keep fucking! Keep fucking - oh yeah! Yes! I'm squirting! '

Through my come back down daze I started to think again and started to giggle and pinched his nipple and I whispered cosily into his ear, 'So you are another rich man? You have never told me what kind of work you are in?'

'I own the Lingerie Boutique in town.'



You and I



I walk in the room, push you up against the wall and kiss you so hard that it takes your breath away and leaves you panting for breath...

Pinning your arms against the wall, I start trailing my way down your body, mapping every soft bump and curve with my mouth, tasting every inch of exposed skin my lips and tongue can search out...

Swiftly removing your shirt, a whole new expanse of skin is open to my explorations. An endless stream of butterfly kisses and miniscule licks cross up and down, left and right across your body, snaking down through the valley between your still bra-encased breasts. Still pinned to the wall, you whimper at the sensations, your eyes shut to drown out everything but what you can feel happening to your body...

I work around the edges of your bra, massaging the skin above and below the cups with my mouth, teasing both of us by refusing to remove it. Your nipples are so hard that they're pushing through the flimsy lace, and I compromise by leaning down and sucking one fiercely through the material. I continue sucking strongly, while flicking my tongue swiftly back and forth over the sensitive nub, hearing only encouraging noises from above although you still can't move...

Deciding not to play favourites, I switch to the other breast, changing tack slightly and bringing my teeth into play. Biting gently through the lace, I nibble on the nipple before pulling back to lave the area with my tongue, hard then soft, slight pain intermingling with exquisite pleasure...

I press your wrist into the wall, signalling it must stay there despite no longer being held, so that my hand can join my mouth on your breasts, massaging one strongly while lips, tongue and teeth continue to work the other over. Your free hand nearly moves to entangle in my hair, stopping just in time when some instinct reminds you it's not allowed, returning it to your side, grasping at air...

Finally tired of this part of the game, I tear the lacy barrier out of my way and away from your body, instantly latching on to the hyper-sensitive flesh that is finally revealed to me in all its glory. I devour the newly-available areas, sucking, flicking, biting, tasting all that's on offer, while my free hand continues to work on any area my mouth leaves free. Your back arches from the wall, pressing into me as far as you can without breaking your invisible bonds, trying to force as much contact as you possibly can...

Meanwhile, the attention I'm giving your nipples offers a desperate glimpse of the treatment other sensitive areas of your body will receive in the near but oh-so-distant-seeming future...

I give a last, lingering French kiss goodbye to either nipple, before rising swiftly while recapturing my hold on both your wrists, pressing them into the wall just as I press my mouth hard onto yours, invading your mouth with my tongue, allowing you to wrestle with it but always remaining the aggressor. This is me making your body sing, me making your senses hum - you're still not allowed to break free...

I pull back slightly, waiting for your eyes to finally open and meet my gaze. Undisguised carnal lust is clear in both of us, but the desperate, silent pleas for release in your eyes find only a mischievous glint in mine, signalling yet more interminable pleasure to come...

I draw one of your hands towards me, away from the wall, placing reverent kisses to the pads of your fingers before pressing one strong, open-mouthed kiss to your palm. Catching your eye again, I push the hand to the wall, making it clear that it's not to be moved, before repeating the process with your other hand. The invisible bonds still hold you in place, but now my hands are free to help explore every inch of your form...

You arch forwards again, thinking I'm leaning into yet another searing kiss, but I evade your searching mouth, dropping lower to place short, sharp kisses around your jaw. I continue downwards, tasting your sensitive neck and moving across your collarbone, finding a home at your pulse-point, fluttering my tongue over it like a hummingbird's wings while sucking strongly, leaving my imprint and marking my territory...

Becoming impatient, I move swiftly down to my knees, placing one quick kiss to either nipple as I travel, receiving twin groans of pleasure from above as you feel the brief contact to the still ultra-sensitive points. I use my hands to run repeatedly over your sides and abdomen, barely touching your skin, just enough to let you sense a never-ending, constantly-moving caress. Meanwhile, my mouth has moved to your adorable piercing, repeatedly circling your belly-button, dipping in and flicking with my tongue...

The taste of your skin is already imprinted in my brain, but this low on your delectable body another taste, another smell, is invading my senses. Drifting upwards, even from within the jeans that still cover your lower half, is the damp, musky, spicy scent that is inherently yours, drawing me inexorably downwards towards its source...

My hands reluctantly leave your naked torso as they're required to peel the tight jeans from your legs, revealing the gorgeous expanse of thigh and then calf to my questing gaze. All that remains is a scrap of lace covering my ultimate target, and the intoxicating scent from before is now almost overwhelming my senses...

I was planning to kiss and lick my way down your legs like I did to your upper body... but that's momentarily forgotten as I find myself unable to resist the draw of your taste. Roughly shoving the lace to one side, I bury my face in your apex pushing my tongue onwards in search of the nectar that had already saturated your panties and begun to seep through your now-discarded jeans. Judging by the high-pitched shriek, echoing across the room, you're not going to object to my change of plans...

You arch off the wall, bucking into my mouth as I grab hold of your ass, keeping your movements under control while pulling you harder onto my questing tongue. I greedily swallow every trace of your essence I can find, pushing you ever=closer to the brink...

Your moaning is growing louder, indicating impending release due to insistent efforts of my mouth, but I pull back and break all contact just in time, not letting you reach the summit. The moans from above turn into something resembling a growl; you're unhappy at being denied, even though you know it will only make the eventual climax all the sweeter...

Still on my knees, I look up into your eyes with a lascivious grin, your juices still smeared across my face. I lean forwards, momentarily making you think I've given in to your pleas, only to offer a teasing, taunting little lick to your clit, promising to return soon. I carefully rearrange the damp lace in its original position, guarding the area from myself, at least for now...

Finally, I get to work on your legs as originally planned. My hands massage the outsides, while my teeth and lips get to work on the insides, trailing downwards. I build into a rhythm, biting the soft skin with blunt teeth, before kissing better each little area that had just been attacked. Bite, kiss; bite, kiss; bite, kiss...

Finally having worked my way down the whole of both thighs, I use the flat of my tongue to trail a long, thick, wet line back up the inside of your right thigh, the taste gradually changing from pure succulent skin to the damp musky taste that has escaped its lace confines. It was so much fun that I go back down and repeat the act on the left thigh...

I contemplate working on your calves and feet, tempting as they are, but your quivering and whimpering suggests you need both feet to keep you upright. And I don't want you on the ground, not just yet...

I rise to my feet, staring straight into your unfocussed eyes, stroking your sides with my hands. Suddenly I grab you and spin you around, moulding myself into your back as I press you into the wall with my body, pushing your breasts roughly into the wall's surface...

Brushing your hair to one side, I kiss down the column of your neck before using my tongue to trail all the way down your spine, making you shiver at the sensations even before I again reach that remaining scrap of lace...

Sliding the lace away to reveal as much smooth skin as possible, I caress your ass with my hands as my mouth gets to work yet again, nibbling at any sensitive flesh my hands can't cover. Above, your groaning and moaning has intensified, your hands braced on the wall high above your head...

Finally tired of my own games, I rip your panties from your body, unwilling to waste the extra seconds it would take to remove them by normal means. I pull back on your hips, making you bend at the waist while you instinctively spread your legs in invitation, knowing what must finally be coming...

Still kneeling behind you, I reach in and spread your glistening lips apart, open to my eyes for only the briefest of moments before I bury my tongue back in your dripping pussy. A guttural moan emanates from your throat at the renewed contact as I press my tongue as far as it can reach into your quaking core. The sensations in your body, from the bottom of your toes to the tips of your hair, are spiralling, twisting quickly towards an ultimate summit...

Now determined to push you over the edge as fast as possible, my tongue isn't enough to satiate my own desires. I savour as much of your flowing taste as possible as I draw my mouth away, hearing your quiet cry at thinking I'm continuing my tease, only to hear it turn into a shriek as I slam two fingers into your cunt to replace my tongue...

Pistoning the fingers of my right hand in and out of your body, I reach up with my left and grasp one of the breasts hanging from your heavily sweating body. I massage the flesh, pinching and twisting the distended nipple, both hands moving in sync and driving you onwards, closer and closer to the edge...

I lean in past my hand, and begin offering repeated little licks to your engorged clit, alternating the licks with each pump of my fingers into your core. Your moaning intensifies into a near-growl, accentuated by the occasional whimper, as your pussy starts to tighten even harder on my fingers...

I pinch hard on your nipple...

I ease a third finger into your soaked cunt...

I latch my lips on to your clit and suck hard, fluttering my tongue over the top of it...

You scream...

You cum harder than you can imagine, screaming unintelligibly into the air, barely managing to stay upright with the help of my hands, which are still mauling your breast and being clutched by your spasming pussy...

I decide I can't resist any longer, and carefully ease my fingers from inside you, instantly encasing your entire pussy with my mouth to avoid missing a single drop of your copious juices. I swallow and lick everything I can find, letting the little extra that I can't catch coat my face and chin. I gently rub circles around the edge of your hyper-sensitive clit, extending your pleasure for as long as possible without making it painful...

Your screams have finally quietened to panting and the occasional moan as aftershocks of your orgasm ease through your body, or when my still-lapping tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot. As the flow finally eases I move my mouth away, kissing goodbye to each of your lips to ensure no juices have been left behind. A final squeeze of my left hand also signals goodbye (for now) to your breast...

Licking up any juices remaining on my fingers, and cleaning as much as I can from my face, I rise to my feet slowly behind you, still holding you by the hips to make sure you don't fall to the ground. I turn you around gently and ease in to a long, soft, languid kiss. Your hands are still at your sides, obeying prior orders, but that's not want I want any more, so I gently take your wrists and pull them around me, signalling that you've been released. I bury one hand in your soft hair while the other delicately cups your face, deepening the tender kiss that still tastes exquisitely of you...

Easing out of the lingering kiss, I step away with one final peck on your lips and a gentle caress of your face. Looking intently into your eyes, my gaze offers a promise that I'll return soon, before I turn and leave the room exactly the way I came...



You and I



I start off by pushing you back onto the bed, and slowly make my way up your long, naked legs, touching, kissing and licking all the way up. I get so close to your pussy, you can feel my hot breath on your wet lips, but I don't touch. Not yet. 

I move my mouth up your body, planting kiss after kiss over your taut, firm stomach as my hand caresses your inner thigh. 

My mouth reaches the swell of one your glorious breasts, and starts to traverse that heavenly expanse of flesh, kissing all the way. My hand slowly gets closer and closer to your dripping cunt as you start moaning in pleasure.

Your moans start getting louder as my tongue glides over one of your nipples, and I take it into my mouth. My hand whispers over your slick pussy lips, barely touching as you moan at the tease, and pull my head further onto your breast. You look down at me and I can see the want in your eyes. The want for release. I relent in my merciless teasing and I start gliding my fingers between your dripping cunt lips. 

As I slip my finger into your tight, wet pussy, I halt my attack on your nipple and start moving back down your luscious body. You can feel my erratic breaths on your skin as I make my way to the apex of your thighs.

I start gently thrusting my finger in and out of you as my tongue gently starts gliding up and down your lips. You throw your head back into the pillow and as you get louder my fingers and tongue get faster. Your moans become screams as I start swirling my tongue around your clit and you writhe in pleasure as you climax. I eagerly lap up your juices whilst your hands grab the back of my head and force it further into your cunt.

After you come down from the high, I move back up your body with a predatory glint in my eye. As my face draws level to yours, you can feel the head of my cock nestling in the folds of your pussy.

Staring into your eyes, I slowly thrust my dick into you with a growl. Your breath hitches as I go deeper, and deeper. When I am completely sheathed in your wetness, your legs wrap around my waist. I start pulling out, until only my throbbing head remains buried inside of you. You use your legs to bring me back into you. I move my knees slightly, and change the angle I penetrate you. As my head brushes against your g-spot, your now-constant moans start to become screams once again. I thrust in and out, each time hitting your g-spot, getting faster and faster. Your orgasm hits, and you bite into my shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming as you drag your nails across my back. I keep thrusting into you as I feel your pussy walls contract in orgasmic pleasure. The pleasure gets too much for me to hold back and I start wildly fucking you with animalistic abandon as my own moans and groans get louder and louder. With a growl I bury myself as deep as I can into you, and release my cum into you. You can feel my hot seed filling you, as my manhood starts to deflate.

You roll me onto my back, me still inside you, rocking and gyrating your hips, instantly bringing me back to life. You moan more feeling my cock enlarging inside you. You sit upright, and start bouncing up and down on my cock, as I stare mesmerised at your gorgeous body flushed with pleasure. You bring your hand down to play with your clit and orgasm for a third time. I start thrusting upwards, and I feel my own orgasm barrelling towards me. In-between my growls and groans of pleasure, I manage to say "I'm gonna cum!". At these words, you jump off my dick and take me into your mouth. You start swirling your tongue around my head, and I can no longer hold back. My cum starts filling your mouth, as you look up and make eye contact. You lift your head off my spent cock, and open your mouth, showing off your milky white prize before closing it and swallowing it all, leaving nothing left apart from a small drizzle from the corner of your smile.



You and I



First you tie my hands to the showerhead with me facing away from you. You then begin to gently kiss and suck on the back of my neck while caressing my breasts and playing with my nipples softly; all the while pressing your hard cock against my ass. With every kiss I can feel you cock growing harder and harder. You start to move one hand down to play with my throbbing clit making me strain and beg for your touch. You continue sucking on my neck while make little circles around my clit with your fingers. 

Just before I am about to cum you stop your ministrations. I beg you to continue and allow me the sweet release that I so desire. Instead, you make me arch my back, making my ass stick out. You then get on your knees, spread my cheeks and begin to lightly rim my ass with your tongue. I am getting lost in the sensations of the warm water running down my back while your tongue works its magic. You then stand up and slide your hard cock deep inside of me, moving from side to side hitting every wall and space of my sweet pussy. Your strokes become harder and deeper and I once again begin to approach the point of no return, when suddenly you stop. 

You then untie my hands, take me out of the shower and dry my soft skin. You lay me down on the bed, spread my legs and tie my hands above my head once again. You then straddle my chest stroking your cock in front of me, knowing that not being able to touch you is driving me mad. You finally slide your beautiful cock inside me, with my legs over your shoulders and both of your hands firmly grabbing my ass and spreading it. I can feel you grinding, going deeper and deeper inside of me. As you kiss me passionately I can feel the head of your cock swelling and pulsing deep inside of me, telling me that you are just about to cum. You then pull out and cum all over your chest. You then release my hands from their bonds once again and move lower, leaving a trail of soft wet kisses leading down towards my aching pussy…

... now that you have released my hands from their bonds I am free to take control and make you burn with the desires that you've ignited in my soul. Our bodies are still entwined as we further tangle the sheets to switch places; I then turn the tables and tie your hands above your head. You feign a slight struggle, but you know you're going to enjoy the sweet torture as much as I have. 

I start slowly; lightly raking my fingernails down your arms, across your shoulder and then run them up through your hair. My lips soon follow my fingers on their odyssey. Massaging, kissing, and stroking I work my way down your amazing body. I love to linger on your nipples, licking and nibbling, while watching your cock twitch in anticipation of the attention to come. I work my way farther down, massaging your legs, as I lightly touch your sensitive inner thighs you flinch, I can feel you trying to will me to touch your cock, which is aching to feel my lips and tongue. It doesn't have to wait long; I need to taste you. 

I take the head of your beautiful cock into my mouth and begin to taste what I have been so hungry for. I start slowly at first, gently caressing, gliding my tongue all around paying special attention to the sensitive underside. The warmth and taste of you makes my pussy tingle, this is sweet torture to myself, but the anticipation is so worth it knowing what is to come. I love to tease the head of your cock with my tongue, swirling it all around, lightly flicking it over the head to catch the drop of pre-cum that tells me how ready you are. 

I could just worship between your legs for hours, as I continue to stroke your cock with one hand, while taking your balls into my mouth, gently sucking and caressing each of them with my tongue, your scent is intoxicating. I gently push your legs up to bend your knees giving me better access to all that I desire, I know just what buttons to push to send you over the edge or hold you back on the verge. As I continue my ministrations on your cock and balls I begin to tease your ass with my tongue, you're teetering on the very edge… But I'm not ready for you to go over without me. I gently by firmly grasp your penis and put pressure at just the right point of the base to keep your from coming, you moan in anticipation. 

My pussy cannot take any more of this self-inflicted torture and aches to be filled. I slowly rise from my position of worship and slowly lower myself onto your cock. A gasp escapes my lips as I begin grind myself onto you, I can feel your cock twitch inside my throbbing pussy; the feeling of fullness is extraordinary, making me feel complete, as though I wasn't whole before. Lost in my reverie I continue to slide up and down on your cock, moaning and calling your name, I lean back slightly allowing me to play with my swollen little clit with one hand while I caress your balls and ass with the other. It proves to be too much for both of us as we come together in an explosion of the sense… Turnabout is fair play; exhausted and sated I release your hands from their bonds.



You and I



"That's it. That's the last candle. He's going to love this, I'll make it a night he won't forget," I murmur to myself with a coy smile as I await you. The room is filled with candles, 200 by my count, making the room just a bit warm. The cool breeze coming in from the open window offsets the warmth from the candles. I sent you out about an hour ago for some wine and a few other things at the store in town. I knew that it would give me plenty of time to set this up. Town is a good drive away from this semi-remote cabin in the mountains and the light snow makes the drive a bit longer. I close the door to the bedroom so that you won't see what awaits you when you return. I hear your car approaching the cabin and wait near the front door for your entrance. 

As soon as you walk through the door, I greet you with a kiss, removing the wine from your hand and taking it to the kitchen. You follow me, set the other bag on the counter and watch as I take the wine glasses from the cabinet, open the wine and fill the glasses. I hand you a glass and give you another kiss, with a bit more passion than the first. I smile at you as we break apart and then turn to finish what I was doing. I remove the strawberries from the bag, rinse them and place them on a plate. I pick one up and take a bite, letting some of the juices run down my chin. I slowly wipe them away and smile at you. I grab another and move towards you with a sly look. Your lips part, you know I want you to have a taste. I place the strawberry in your mouth and as you take a bite I run my hand down your torso and over the front of your pants. Hmmmm... a little twitching there I notice with a smile. I move my hand back up to the button of your jeans and smile at you as I begin removing your pants. You give me a look of mock surprise as I put down the remnants of the strawberry so that I can more easily remove your clothes. I stare into your eyes while I remove your clothes and methodically run my fingers over your skin. I casually brush over your cock smiling as I feel it react to my touch. 

With your clothes completely removed, you reach out to return the favor. I playfully smack your hand and shake my head, "No." Keeping eye contact with you, I slowly remove my clothes. By now, you know that you should keep your eyes looking at mine. I lean in and kiss you passionately. This time I can not stop your arms from pulling me close and I give in letting my tongue dance in your mouth while I run my fingers through your hair. Eventually I pull away and gently disengage myself from your embrace. I grab my wine glass and the plate of strawberries and start for the back door, smiling over my shoulder at you. 

You follow me out to the snow-covered deck and then into the hot tub. As soon as you are in the hot tub I move to you and kiss your neck. I kiss all around your neck to the other side and then bite. Your soft moan spurs me on and I continue biting your neck and then move to bite your ear. I bite your ear until you can no longer stand it and take control. You pull me close and kiss me passionately. I try to pull away and look into your eyes, but after a quick glimpse of the hunger within them you pull me close again, biting and kissing my neck. I moan softly as you drive me wild with desire. You pull me onto your lap and I gasp as I feel you enter me. I wrap my legs around your waist as you start to slide in and out of me. I let go of your neck and float in the water as you pull me close and then push me away. The snow hits my face as I moan loudly in ecstasy. I pull myself to you again as you increase in intensity. I bite your neck and ears. "Fuck me, Baby, make me cum," I whisper in your ear. As you move quickly in and out of me, my muscles contracting around your cock as I start to cum. I scream so loudly my voice echoes through the trees. 

My eyes are still closed as I hear you laugh, "Did you enjoy that?" you ask as you continue to slowly slide in and out of me. I raise my head from the water and pull myself close to you. I bite your neck then smile at you in response. In a swift movement, before you can react I disengage my body from yours and begin to exit the hot tub. You try to reach for me, "Where are you going? We aren't done here." I move out of your grasp and out of the tub. 

"No, we aren't. Follow me." I continue back into the house and to the bedroom with you closely behind. As soon as you enter the room I grab two sets of handcuffs from the dresser and get one on your left wrist. You laugh and I watch the reflection of the candles flickering in your eyes as I grab your other arm and attach the other set of cuffs. "Get on the bed," I direct with no smile. 

You do as I say and I cuff your arms to the bed. You watch my moves closely as I return to the dresser for some other tools; I use a piece of cloth to blindfold you. You feel me move to the foot of the bed, I grab your leg and tie a piece of satin rope to it and then to the bed. When I am done, you are laying spread eagle on the bed and blind. I can see you trying to follow the sound of my movements and smile. I move away from the bed and back near the dresser. I'm enjoying seeing you squirm slightly against your bindings. I return to the bed and kiss your stomach making you squirm more. Laughing gently I move my hand over your chest. Your body rises from the bed and against the bindings as the wax hits. You moan loudly as the surprise of the warm wax goes away. I rub my fingers through the wax and move it down your stomach, gingerly blowing on it to cool it down. I place the candle on the night table and begin kissing down your chest and stomach. I run my fingers down your still wet legs. Your cock is still as hard as ever and I blow on it giggling softly as it reacts. I move my hand back to your head and trace my finger down the side of your face, over your lips and then kiss you deeply. You groan in surprise as I rake my nails down your chest causing faint red lines and a smile passes over your lips. Your arms strain against their restraints and I know you want to reach out for me. "Do you want more?" I inquire knowing the answer.

You growl, "You know I do." 

"Of course and you shall get it," I respond as I move again towards the foot of the bed. I start to lightly kiss and bite my way up your leg while running my nails with a little force up the other. My nails and mouth meet at your inner thigh and I bite each leg in turn close enough so that my hair brushes over your cock. I can feel the heat of your cock throbbing next to my cheek. I kiss around your cock, only letting it feel my hair. I love teasing you and seeing you strain. Your body is begging me to continue and to give you relief. Your body tenses as I quickly move my mouth over your cock and my lips move down the shaft. I apply pressure to the underside of the shaft with my tongue as I move back up. I suck on the tip and then deftly flick my tongue over it and down the shaft. My passion takes over as I hear you moaning and you beg me for more. I move my mouth agilely over your cock and bring you ever closer to a rapturous orgasm. I hold back though never quite letting you orgasm. You beg for release, your body tense and struggling even more against your restraints.

I move away from your cock and hear you whimper in frustration. I release your feet from their bindings and then move to the side table and take the key. I kiss you passionately as I remove your handcuffs. You grab me as soon as you are freed and flip me onto my back voraciously kissing my breasts and sucking them into your mouth. You urgently shove my legs apart and thrust your fingers inside me. You move your thumb to my clit and expertly manipulate me towards another orgasm. You shift to position yourself between my legs. You resume your manipulation of my clit with your tongue causing my voice to raise the closer to orgasm I come. I hold onto your head as I scream and cum, you greedily lap up my elixir and I convulse as the orgasm takes over my entire body. You kiss my pussy lips a few times before coming up and kissing me. 

I regain my composure and take control again pushing you off of me and onto your back. I kiss you once again and then move to straddle you with my back to you. I impale myself onto your throbbing cock and begin moving up and down as you move with me. Your hips move in contrast to mine going up as I come down, grinding into each other, attempting to become one. You plunge in and out of me, our moans creating a symphony of ecstasy. I writhe in euphoric state as I feel you begin to cum inside me and I scream as I also cum. I feel your arms from behind me and your lips on my back as you reposition me so that I am lying beside you. You kiss my neck and whisper in my ear causing me to smile. 



You and I



The group is all huddled around the campfire; there were six of us that night. I'm cuddled up nice and close to you, seeing how as it's a slightly chilly night, though perfect in every other way. The full moon is shining brightly above us and the crickets croak softly in the distance. We have a blanket wrapped around us, your arm around me as one of my hands rest on your thigh, squeezing it lightly every once in a while. Slowly the group disappears, each couple heading into their own tents until it's just you and I sitting by the dying fire, the soft glow barely lighting up our faces. I smile to you, but before I can say anything your lips capture mine, kissing me roughly as you drop the blanket, your arms tightening around my body. Breaking the kiss I grab your hand and pull you towards our tent. 

Once we're both inside, you zip up the flap and turn to see me stripping, my shirt coming off and dropping in a pile on the ground, my bare skin illuminated softly by the moonlight shining through the tent's material. The little mini skirt I was wearing comes next, the material pooling on the ground next to the tank top, leaving me standing there in nothing but my black bra and thong. I bend over to rummage through my bag, trying to gather my pajamas for the night but before I can even get anything out of the bag, you come up and press up against me, your hands running over my flesh, causing goose bumps along my skin.

I grin softly to myself, moving my ass to grind against you as I stand back up, turning to look at you as my hand runs down your body, wrapping around your cock through your pants teasing you. Your hands roam over my body, taking off my bra and dropping it to the ground before one hand wanders down over my stomach, your fingers teasing my skin before you rub my pussy through the thin material that still resides there. I jump and moan softly, my grip around you tightening. I kiss you softly as my hands move, undoing your pants.

Running my fingers over your shaft through your boxers, your fingers moving faster and harder before pulling the thong aside to finally touch my pussy, skin to skin contact, which only makes me moan and my knees buckle slightly. My hands slide your boxers off while my lips are pressed against your neck, kissing and biting on you gently, before my kisses start to go downwards. I kiss you over your chest, over your stomach, down over your hips and finally I kiss every inch of your hardened cock. My lips light and soft on you, before my tongue swirls over the head of your hard member. I look up at you from my position on my knees, taking you into my mouth, sucking on you. My hands continue to wander your body, my nails digging into you as I can feel you get harder beneath my tongue. My head leans more forward, taking you deep into my throat for the longest time before I pull my head backwards slowly, your thick, hard cock leaving my mouth.

You push me backwards, though once I'm lying down you shake your head, your hands moving me back to my hands and knees. You walk around behind me, smacking my ass lightly, nodding as you decide that you like this way much, much better. You position yourself just right behind me, and I can feel your hands moving all over my body, until finally I feel you slowly start to penetrate me. I moan softly, muffling myself into a pillow, as to not wake the others, though I do press my body backwards, trying to take more of you in.

You don't allow this though, pulling back out until you can continue this torturously slow entering me, before your hand wraps in my hair, tugging my head back. You smile softly, kissing my shoulder lightly before you begin to thrust, your hips pounding against me, grabbing onto me as you fuck me hard, whispering softly "cum for me baby." and sure enough once those words are uttered my body spasms, and I can feel myself tighten around you, my juices flowing over your cock, which is now throbbing inside of my wet, tight little hole. Feeling me cum over you is too much and you explode, filling me with your hot seed, your hands holding onto me tightly until we both come down from our high. We untangle ourselves and kiss each other softly before curling up and falling asleep, knowing that tomorrow night would only bring us another adventure.



You & I: An Evening Well Spent



The night is crisp and cold as we walk from the restaurant, a little place that we have found by accident with a great atmosphere. Romantic, but nothing too heavy. A coziness that lends to the feeling. You are wearing a dark red button-up blouse with a pair of blue jeans and low cut cowboy boots. The blouse is open to the second button, exposing just a little cleavage, only enough to get the imagination going. I am wearing a pair of blue jeans and a gray shirt that brings out the color of my eyes. And I have my cowboy boots on.

The dinner that we have shared was filled with laughter broken occasionally by smoldering stares that promised of things to come later. From time to time, our feet would find one another and dance beneath the table, provoking sly smiles as the waitress came over. She having no idea what our feet where doing. As she talked to us about our orders, your foot slipped up and slid along the inside of my thigh, making me stutter for a moment as I tried my best to reveal nothing. The seats we were in was a corner booth built for 2 people. As the evening progressed, we slowly slid closer to one another until we were sitting side by side. I get even when the waitress comes over and asks if we would like desert. As you politely decline, my hand, which until now has been sitting patiently on my thigh, moves over and strokes the inside of your leg up near the crease of your lap. You stutter only briefly, blushing just enough that I can see as I am looking for it. 

As the waitress moves away, you turn and give me a look that says, "later, I'll get mine later." I almost have to laugh at this, but I stay quiet, grinning on the inside. You sense my quiet laughter and smile in return. Later, as we walk to the car, our arms slip around one another and I lean over to whisper in your ear, "I love you so very much." You smile and lean your head on my shoulder in answer, leaving the words unspoken but unmistakable none-the-less. The mere closeness of our bodies gives me more pleasure than words can express. We reach the car and climb inside. 

We drive to the movie theater, discussing unimportant things to pass the ride away. Every once in a while, we fall silent and just enjoy the presence of each other, feeling comfortable enough that words aren't necessary. We pull into the parking lot and climb from the car, our hands linking together as we walk to the ticket booth. After a brief discussion, we decide on the movie that we want to see and buy our tickets. We go inside and after buying the necessary items (popcorn, sodas, and things like that) we go into the theater to find our seats. We sit toward the middle of the theater. The movie comes on and we start to watch it. After a while, your lean your head on my shoulder again and I turn my head to look at you. Your face is turned towards me and our eyes lock together. 

My face comes over to meet yours in a tender kiss and we forget the movie as we make out like two hormone pumped teenagers. From time to time, we come up for air and catch a few scenes of the movie, but for the most part we ignore the movie in favor of each other. Finally the movie ends and the credits roll. We continue to kiss until the lights come up and give us the clue that it's time to leave. We reluctantly break up the fun and leave the theater, our arms wrapped around each other again. As we leave the theater, I turn to you and ask with a straight face, "do you even remember what the movie was about? Cause I sure don't." You break out in laughter and admit you honestly don't remember either. When we reach the car, I ask you if you want to go to the club or do something else. You think about it for a moment and decide that you want to go dancing for a while. We get into the car and head to the club.

At the club, we find our friends and get a couple of seats, draping our jackets over the backs to claim them (like it ever does any good). Just after we get our seats, a slow song comes on and I look at you and make a small motion with my head. You nod and we head to the dance floor, holding hands (you know very well words aren't necessary with us most times). Our arms go around each other and you lay your head on my shoulder as we sway gently to the music. The song playing is John Michael Montgomery's "I Can Love You Like That." You can hear my heart beating as I start to softly sing along with the song. One song ends and another begins, but we pay no attention. We continue to dance, feeling the heat from our bodies mingling and our hearts beating together in their rhythm.

The slow songs end and we go back to our seats. The next song is a Cha-Cha and someone comes up to you and asks if you would dance with him. You look over at me and give you the look that says, "if you want to, it's no problem with me." You go to the dance floor with him and enjoy yourself while I get us something to drink. As soon and the song ends, you come back over and sit next to me, taking a sip of your drink and leaning over to kiss me. I return the kiss with a fever that takes your breath away for a moment. As our lips break contact, you whisper just loud enough so that only I can hear, "god, that was incredible." I merely smile back at you. The evening passes quickly after that and before we realize, it's almost 2 in the morning. The DJ is beginning to shut the booth and is playing one last slow song before he finishes. After the song finishes, we come off the dance floor and grab our coats. Making our good-byes, we head for the door and the night that lies beyond. We reach the car and we need no discussion about what is going to happen next. I drive the car back to our place. 

Once we get into the bedroom, we take off our coats and throw them in the closet. I kick my boots and socks off to make myself more comfortable. You smile at me and I take you in my arms, kissing you with a passion and heat that makes the sun look like a sparkler (good, ain't I? :)). We break the kiss and catch our breaths, gazing into each others eyes and feeling the emotions pass between us, words being completely unnecessary at this point. I lean down and kiss the base of your neck as my hands slide up and down your back, working lower and lower until they are resting upon your cheeks. Your hands are busy sliding up and my back and side as you let out a small moan of pleasure. 

They come around to the front and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. You slide them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and your neck, planting kisses over all the skin my lips can reach. My hands slide up your sides until they are resting just below your breasts and that's where they stop at. You take one hand from my chest and, taking my hand, place it squarely on your breast. Being the sensitive, intelligent man that I am, I take the hint and begin massaging the flesh gently, making sure to keep away from the nipple (for now). 

You lean your head forward, resting it on my shoulder and, nuzzling the shirt out of the way, start kissing and lightly biting the skin of my shoulder. Your hands slide around to my back under the shirt and begin softly stroking your nails down my back (you are one of the only people to ever realize exactly what that does to me). I shiver as you do this, chills running up and down my spine, and I enjoy every moment. I start kissing my way downward and unbutton the first button of your blouse using just my lips, teeth, and tongue (told you I was talented). From there I move onto to the second button. Moving the fabric out of the way, I start to kiss the tops of your breasts, just above the cups of your bra. You moan into my shoulder and reach down to feel along the inside of my thigh. 

Sliding your hand up, you feel my erection growing along the inside of my pants. Now it's my turn to moan as you graze your fingernails along the outside of my jeans and down the length of my organ. I bend my knees slightly and work the third button of your blouse loose using only my mouth, then the fourth one. At this point, I've almost reached the top of your jeans. I take the fabric just above the jeans in my mouth and pull, your blouse sliding smoothly out of your pants, leaving you with just one button holding your shirt together in the front. In just a few seconds, that button is undone also and the blouse is just hanging on your shoulders. My hands slide up your side and brush the blouse from your shoulders, which falls to the ground where it lays unnoticed. Your hands return the favor and my shirt slides off to join yours on the floor.

The light falls softly on your shoulders and the tops of your breasts as I return to kissing your shoulders and neck, my arms encircling you pulling you close to me. You brush your hand across my chest and down my stomach, pulling teasingly at the few hairs that you can find there. When you reach the waistband of my jeans, you pause. Taking the end of my belt in hand, you pull it and it comes undone in your hand. Pulling with just a little more force, the belt slides around through the belt-loops. I pull you up to face me as I kiss the base of your neck as my hands slide up and down your back, working lower and lower until they are resting upon your hips. 

You reach out with trembling hands and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. You slide them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and down your breast. My hands slide lightly up your back to your bra and with two fingers I unsnap it, letting it dangle from your body. I move my head over to your other shoulder and slide the strap down your arm with my chin. Your bra is now just hanging on your breasts. Your hands move to my waistband again and, sliding under it, undo the top button. I move my mouth downward, kissing and nibbling the tops of your breasts, sliding the bra lower and lower until it falls off to the floor between us. I lean back slightly and admire your breasts before continuing with my kisses all around your breasts. 

You push your chest out slightly so that I can get to the nipples easier, but I ignore them and work my way all around, just skirting the edge of them and frustrating you just a little bit (remember, patience is a virtue...:)). You reach further down and pop open the second button of my button-fly jeans. My hands in the meantime have come back around to the front your jeans and are working at undoing the belt. The belt comes undone and I unbutton the top your jeans. Your hand works down to the third button on my jeans and pops it open. Suddenly, your hand darts into my pants and strokes the top of my pubic hair. My mouth works it's way to the underside of your breasts and back to the top again. My hands slide the zipper of your jeans down to the bottom and come back up to tug the waist of your jeans downward. They slide over your hips and down your legs to reveal your panties (the black silk thongs, you know the ones that drive me nuts). 

I maneuver you over to the bed and sit you down on the edge of it. Reaching down, I pull off your boots and socks one at a time, setting them off to the side. Once I get them off, I pull your jeans off the rest of the way. You sit back up and, scraping your nails lightly across my skin (you like doing that, don't you?) , you grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them downward slowly. Once they get to a certain point, my erection pops up and looks you right in the face with that one good eye. I put my hands on your shoulders and push you back onto the bed, straddling your body with mine. My lips fall upon yours and we kiss again with passion and fire, our bodies grinding against one another. I leave your lips with just a little reluctance and move back down to your breasts, where I give your nipples what they so want and place my lips on your right one. 

You gasp as I start to kiss and lick and nibble on the tender flesh of your right nipple. You raise one leg slightly and hook your toes into the waistband of my jeans and push them the rest of the way off. My hands slide up and down your body, stroking your flesh tenderly. I start working my way down your body, taking my time and tasting every piece of your skin that my lips and tongue can reach. I get down to your belly button and take a moment to tickle it lightly with my mouth. You giggle slightly before I move on to more fun places. I get down to the top of your panties and my tongue slides along the skin just above it before I skip to the inside of your thigh. You gasp again as I move my mouth along the skin just below the panties. You move your hips slightly trying to get my mouth to move over a few inches, but I very carefully keep my mouth out of that area for now. I move my mouth over to the inside of your other thigh and you start to squirm just a little bit, wanting me to place my mouth and tongue in more pleasurable areas. 

After a few moments, I relent and start to kiss your pubic mound through the panties, tasting your juices on my tongue and feeling my body throb in need. But I remain patient until I am done. Your squirming increases as you reach down and run your hands through my hair. I slide my hands up the outside of your thighs and up under your buttocks. Curling my fingers under the top edge of your panties, I begin to roll them down and you lift your hips slightly allowing me to pull them off. They come over the swell of your ass and down your thighs, exposing your pubic area for me to see. As they move down your legs, I follow them with my mouth, placing kisses softly as I go. 

After they clear your feet, I drop them off to the side and begin working my way up your legs again. Once I get to the inside of your thighs, I lift your legs and place them on my shoulders. I lean my head forward and place a kiss on the top of your mound, moving down the side until I reach the bottom of your slit. My tongue slides out of my mouth and slithers up your crevice until I almost reach your clit, then reverses course and makes it's way back down again. You moan in pleasurable agony as I tease you without mercy, your hips rocking back and forth in time to my tongue. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I move my tongue back up and curl it around your clit. A shudder passes through your body as the sensation races up and down your spine. My hands slide up under your ass and cup your cheeks, pulling your hips further into my face. Your hands grasp the back of my head and push in, not too hard, just enough to let me know that your enjoying what I'm doing. I twirl my tongue around your clit and flick it up and down, listening to your breathing getting gradually deeper and deeper. 

One of your hands leaves my head and slides up your stomach to cup your breast, twirling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. As you do this, I move one hand out from under you and slip a finger into you, sliding it in one knuckle at a time. Your juices cover my finger and soon I am sliding it in and out of you in time with my tongue. I begin increasing the pressure on your clit, moving my tongue up and down and back and forth. Your body begins to tighten as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm start deep within you. I feel your body tighten and change tactics. I put my lips around your clit and suck it into my mouth, popping it in and out and a steady pace. Every once in a few strokes I stop and just suck your clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and driving further into ecstasy. Soon, your moaning gets louder and louder as you push toward release, begging me to send you over the edge. I smile slightly and decide to give you what you want. I slide another finger in and curl both of them slightly, rubbing the inside of you while my tongue dances on your clit. 

Suddenly, your back arches and you let out a loud wail as the orgasm that has been approaching for so very long sweeps over you and sends your body into overload. Colored lights flash behind your eyes as you thrash back and forth. I continue working your clit with my tongue and as soon as your first orgasm starts to subside, another one comes crashing in. Your hips are bucking up and down and your thighs tighten around my head, trapping me (like I'm complaining). Slowly you come down from your orgasm and lay on the bed panting from the sheer exertion I have placed upon your body. I slowly kiss and lick my way back up your body until I am laying beside you holding you in my arms, listening to your breathing coming back to normal. 

After a while of just staring at your beautiful face flush with passion, I ask in a soft voice, "did you have fun?" You turn to look me in the eyes and, smiling just a little bit, nod your head. Your hand slides up and down my chest, going lower and lower with every pass. Your hand passes within inches of my throbbing erection, then less and even less than that. Soon, the back of your hand brushes against my organ and a shiver runs through my body. You feel my body tremor with the passion and reach down to grasp me in your cool hand. You can feel the throbbing in your palm as you caress up and down slowly, working it in your hand. You pull your body over mine and kiss me on the lips again, my hands stroking through your hair. You straddle me with your legs and grind your hips against mine, trapping my dick in between us. Your mouth leaves mine and moves down to my neck. 

I feel your lips brush across my skin as your hands move together, one scraping lightly the skin of my chest and raising goosebumps as the other one continues to stroke me up and down. Your mouth moves a little further down and covers one of my nipples, lightly teasing it with your teeth. My hands drop down to the bed where they grab the blanket. You look up and the expression on my face and merely grin. You lower your face again and turn your attention to my other nipple before you move on downwards. You trail your tongue across my stomach and down the top of my pubic hair. Grinning up at me with that impish look you get, I realize that it's your turn to tease me. I groan and lay back, waiting for the pleasurable torture to begin. 

You slide down between my thighs and start kissing the insides of them just as I did to you. Moving all around my thighs and hips, coming close to, but not actually touching my shaft. You move to the area just under my balls and, lifting them up, lick along them lightly, teasingly. I groan again as you move your tongue along the outside of one and then the other. After what seems like forever, you move your mouth over and start kissing at the base of my now extremely hard shaft. You move your lips so very slowly up the underside of my erection and over the head, working your way down the top and then reversing course. Again, once you get to the top, you move down one side and then the other, driving me up the wall from the wanting, the needing for more.

After a while, you finally take just the head into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, putting just a little suction on it. You begin moving your mouth downward, taking me in just a little at a time. I resist the urge to thrust my hips up, knowing that you will get there in your own time. You reach the bottom and travel upwards again, driving me up the wall. Soon I can't take it anymore and grab you under the arms, pulling you up to face me. I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, rolling you onto your back. I reach over into the nightstand and pull out a little package. Not breaking the kiss, I rip the package and roll the condom over my hardness.

You moan into my mouth as take the head of my penis and stroke it lightly up and down the outside of your labia. You wrap your legs around me and try to pull me inside of, but I just keep teasing for a few moments longer. Then, unexpectedly, I thrust all the way inside of you. You arch your back and reach around to dig your fingernails in my back. I wait just a few seconds before I start rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of you. I keep up a steady rhythm, driving you upwards towards bliss, then stopping to bring you down. After a while of this, you look up and staring me in the eyes, tell me that you want to feel me climax inside of you. 




You & I: An Evening Well Spent



You know I can't refuse a woman, and begin to thrust harder and harder into you. Our mouths come together in a fiery kiss and our tongues dance as my pounding gets to frantic proportions. We both feel the coming of our orgasms rising up in us and rush towards it. Soon, we reach the edge and propel ourselves over, letting our orgasms crash into us at the same time. Time becomes immaterial as our bodies, hearts, minds, and souls lock together for just a brief period. All too soon, it is over and we both collapse onto the bed besides each other. I wrap my arms around you and you lay your head on my chest. As I softly stroke your hair, I whisper just loud enough for you to hear, "I love you." I feel you smile and hear you reply as we drift off to sleep in each others arms, "I love you too."

End

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You and I are One



I sit in my chair, wearing only my briefs. You stand in front of me, your back facing me, your arms to your sides. I slide my hands over your shirt. You aren't wearing a bra, like you said you wouldn't. As my hands move up, I notice you tense up. Why? Are you nervous? Anxious? You can't be anymore nervous than I am. Inside my briefs, my cock involuntarily jerks, beckoning to be released from its captive shell. I won't let it yet. Right now I must focus on your tension; I must release it. I massage you, my hands firmly wrapped around your shoulders as I squeeze the muscles and move my hands inwards, and begin to trace your spine with my knuckles. I can feel the tension begin to discharge. With open hands I caress your back with firm care, and I can feel you start to go limp—a good sign, a sign that you are relaxing into this. Your breathing steadies, slow and peaceful, expectant. I reach your shoulders again; the tension is gone, but I don't stop the massage. I continue, hands around your shoulder muscles, my thumbs beginning to caress the nape of your neck. You start to tense up again—not a negative tension, but one that speaks satisfaction. You begin to lift your arms and speak, but I stop you.

"Shhhhh. Keep your arms to your side. Don't speak. Keep your eyes closed."

Without a word you hang your arms to your side again, and what words you did have to speak have now turned to soft moans. You like this, my caressing your neck, the thumbs slowly penetrating the skin. You tilt you head back as if you would stare at the ceiling, taking the moment in. Your breathing, I notice, has become a little heavier, agitated, perhaps. I can feel something in the air. Release. Abandonment. Desire. 

With the same firmness I follow the flow of your back again and lift my hands under your shirt. You raise your arms and allow me to lift it off, and it drops silently to your side. You stand in front of me still with your back towards me, wearing only a pair of blue men's boxers. I can see from the lack of outline that you are wearing no panties. I want them off—but not yet. We must wait. I take my fingertips and gently—barely—press them against your back, up, to your shoulders. I have finished with the firmness with which I caressed you earlier. Now, gentleness. Now, ease. Now, caring. I stop again at your neck and glide slowly, methodically over the spot that made you lose your breath in anticipation. That spot. I circle it with my fingers, over and over again, listening to your breath become heavier, quicker. I can move now. Over the shoulders, down the front, slowly still, still with nothing more than a gentle brush of my fingertips. I reach your breasts, which have been patiently waiting my arrival. I know you want to turn around, to have me take them into my mouth, but you wait and allow me to continue with my plan. Your nipples, one under each set of fingertips. You feel them grow as I feel them grow under the slight weight I put on them. As they grow, I notice the first of the goose bumps raise over your back, your arms. I take a breast in each hand, gently still, then move my hands down over your belly, where I feel thousands of goose bumps there, waiting to be comforted. 

I move forward and place my lips to your back. You start to moan, but again I insist: "Shhhhh," barely taking my lips from your back, so that you feel the "Shhhhh" on you and the goose bumps persist. My lips are on your back again. I kiss you, gently, my tongue following your spine. My hands have moved to the front of you boxer shorts. There desire awaits me, and I intend on meeting her demands. Now, there is no tension left in your body at all—only the anxiety of not knowing when you will feel me beyond the soft caresses I give you. I move along the fragile outline of your pussy, the fingers of my hand meeting and joining in a V around you. I slide my fingers underneath, still outside of the shorts. It is starting to get wet there; she quivers, excited, restless. She wants released. 

I must obey the unspoken words I hear. I grasp the rim of the boxers and slowly—slowly ease them down. Inch by inch, second by second, moving slowly to build the wet fire inside you. I look down and see that my underwear is wet, stained with the precum that desires so much to pour from me. I can wait though. I hesitate, the boxers wrapped around your legs above the knees. I take in your fine, firm ass. I let the boxers rest there and move my fingertips up again, against your thighs, to your pussy, which I find engaging as my fingers enter you. A soft sigh exits you as I enter. Wetness. Smoothness. You have shaved your pussy, and I take the wetness I find on my finger and rub spread it around where your hair should be. My fingers glide along the area, easily slipping back through the crack, where I find your clit, and I wet it as well, knowing she is pleased that I have found her. Your supple sigh confirms this knowledge. 

I let your boxers fall to the floor with a silent finality, and I gently push you forward so I can stand up. I remove my briefs. You can hear my cock release from its bindings, a dull yet lively thud. You reach your hands back and touch it, and I wait a second, almost willing to let you turn around. No. I can feel the pressure in my cock, almost a cry, as I remove your hands and set them back to your side. I press up to you, my cock into your back. The precum wets your back, and I simultaneously take your hands into my hands and your neck into my lips. I release your hands—I know they won't go anywhere nor try to interfere. I press harder into you, as my hands search out your wet pussy once again. The time for gentleness is not over, no, but we can be a little more aggressive now. 

My hands encompass your pussy, my fingers definitively moving through your labia, as I push my cock harder into your back. Sandwiched between my belly and your back, my juices intermingle with our bodies. I move back a little, away from you, but you move with me, as if my cock caressing your back this might bring you to orgasm. I know I am close already; my balls ache, screaming to let go, let go, let go. I do let go, but of your pussy, and I sit back down and bend you over. There, in front of me, your pussy gleams. I take a finger and run it along your lips, turning it as I move under you, so I can fondle your clit. I push my thumb into you as my finger circles your clit. No—my thumb isn't enough, right now, even though I feel your juices slowly ease out of you into my hand. 

I want to taste you. I want you to feel me taste you. I bend forward and start softly, moving over your lips with the point of my tongue, inching towards your ass, then back down. My tongue enters you, and you raise on your heels at the feeling. I keep my tongue in, moving it around as much as I can, my fingers now circling and ravishing your clit. I want you to cum, and I move my tongue and fingers with only this purpose in mind—that you cum and hard. You begin to move your ass back and forth, and I know you are close. I grasp your clit hard, then gently cuddle it to build the pressure I know you are already feeling. You moan, and I know the moans mean you are close, which only makes me more determined. Finally, you let loose. When you do, I return to barely touching your clit, allowing the soft orgasm to feel itself release with entire pleasure. 

Now my cock can barely contain itself. I notice it throbs and jerks involuntarily, wishing to enter its house and seek comfort. I lay back in my chair and guide you to me, entering you from behind. The orgasm you just had allows for easy entry, and you push down on my as far as you can, allowing my cock to fill you entirely. You start to move, but I stop you. 

"I am too close," I say. "Just sit there, and think about me inside of you, deep inside of you." You say nothing other than "mmm-hmmm." I move my hand down and take your clit again, again the slow, gentle, barely touching, fingertip gestures. You can come like this, I know it. After a moment, you move your body in slow, deliberate moves—not so much that I will explode in an instant, but so that I can feel the orgasm in me build. Then I hear you try to catch your breath. That is all I needed to hear, the sound of you coming again. You want to move faster—you try to—but I tell you no. This slow motion sex is where it is and you know it. You only want to let the desire overcome you. But you slow back down so that I am not moving in and out of you, but merely inside of you. My cock is deep in you, growing large with orgasm. Your attempt at catching your breath again takes me to that point and I shoot into you, filling you as you simultaneously let loose as well. It takes a few moments for each of us to release at the pace we are moving. Yet we are in no rush, and we live each second in ecstasy, and the seconds seem to last hours. 

You try to move from me as my cock grows soft. I won't let you. I want us to sit here like this. You oblige. This is how it should be: you and I, one.



You & I in a Hotel



When you ask if I'm ready to go, the question hangs in the air, both of us knowing you're asking about so much more than leaving the hotel bar. I can feel a slight buzz. The no-inhibitions-so-let's- take-on-the-world kind of buzzed. The dangerous kind. The kind of buzz that gets you in trouble but creates the best memories. Perhaps we should wait until I mellow out, but I nod, smiling and full of butterflies as your hand on my hip guides me towards the door. 

We enter an elevator and are pushed towards the back as it fills up. I lean into you, fully aware of the subtle movement of my hips as I subtly grind against you. You clear your throat. I press against you harder. Your strong possessive grip on my ass makes me gasp and blush but I look over my shoulder to exchange a smile, the mischievous look in your eyes making my legs feel weak. 

The elevator empties as we ascend, making our teasing less secretive, but I need to feel you. Your finger traces the hem of my dress as you brush my thigh. I squeeze your arm. Our hands intertwine, fitting together so perfectly. Each breath becomes a little more ragged with excitement. We talk with our bodies... I want you... I need you... until finally we're alone. 

With our hands still clasped, you spin me around and back me into the wall. There's no time to hesitate, no time to think. We're both reaching for your pants, getting in each other's way, trying to free your dick. One of my long legs wraps tightly around your waist as you push past my panties. The cool draft in the elevator bringing attention to how damp they are. You impale me to the hilt in one hard thrust, making me arch my back and whimper. You give me a second to adjust to your size, my pussy stretching to accommodate and aching with need. 

You retreat and slam back into me desperately, giving my greedy pussy the entire length of your shaft. We cling to each other roughly. Thinking about the delicious soreness and marks that will result makes me throb and grip your dick. I bury my face into your shoulder as you fuck me faster, biting down to keep from screaming in ecstasy. I wonder if anyone can hear the other noises filling the elevator. A moan or grunt as we pass a floor. My leg shakes, threatening to give out but you hold me firmly against the wall, fingers digging into my ass so that hardly any of my weight rests on my trembling leg. 

Orgasm rushes over us both like a wave, leaving us panting and disheveled. The couple standing outside the doors gives us a knowing grin as we stumble off. "They look fun," I joke after the elevator swallows them up.

The pace from the elevator to the hotel room is brisk - more eager than our relaxed attitude in the lobby - and you waste no time opening the door. Before it even closes behind us, I'm pinned against the wall, my hands reaching up to feel that sexy facial hair as you kiss me. All the waiting and anticipation make for a rough, desperate, needy kiss - hands tugging at clothes to reach hidden skin. 

When our lips separate, I walk further into the room, admiring the huge bed before opening the blinds to see the view. The city is sprawled out beneath me - cars, traffic lights, pedestrians dressed for a night out on the town. Squares of yellow light dot the buildings across the street. Dark silhouettes move about like living pictures framed by the windows. I wonder if any of those anonymous figures are looking back at us as you join me. I turn to you with a mischievous grin and slowly sink down to my knees, tightly grasping your waistband and bringing it down with me. I smile up at you, only a thin layer of fabric separating your hardness from my mouth. I bite my lip as I caress your cock, feeling it strain before releasing it, smiling as it springs free. Your hand in my hair is gentle encouragement.

I take your cock into my hands, gently stroking it and nearly squirming with anticipation as I shift my weight on my knees. I kiss away a drop of pre-cum, softly sucking the head of your cock. I don't want to rush. I want to feel every inch pass slowly between my lips. I stop stroking and run my hands up your muscular legs, pulling you towards me as my mouth consumes the entire length of your shaft. My tongue dances along the underside, caressing your cock in my warm mouth. 

My lips return to your swollen tip, suckling, licking, tasting you. I bob my head slowly, taking a little more of your thick cock on each thrust, creating that tight suction, wanting your cum. 

In and out, over and over, increasing my pace, gagging a little as I try to take all of you into my greedy mouth. Soft moans tell you I'm enjoying myself and create vibrations along your shaft. I look up at you with watery eyes as I slide your cock from my slick, full, smiling lips. 

I pump your hard cock with my hand again as I turn my attention to your balls, taking them each into my mouth before trailing my tongue from base to tip. I tease lightly with my tongue, knowing you're getting close, wondering how long I can make you wait. You answer my mischievous smile with a firm hand in my hair, assisting the motion of my head as I resume bobbing on your cock. 

Faster and faster, your fingers tangled in my hair, your hips rocking as you fuck my throat. Hot cum fills my mouth as you bury your cock deep. My lips clench tightly, not allowing a single drop to escape as I swallow your load. I lick you clean as you withdraw, relishing the taste of you before you help me to my feet. I look out the window again while you pull me tight to you, searching for an audience that may not exist. Perhaps the show was simply for you and there's no voyeur to satisfy the exhibitionist, but I like to think there was...



You & I: Night of Passion



The moon was full as I slowly walked into the woods, removing an article of clothing every few feet. I had started out wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a black windbreaker and black jeans and combat boots. Now I was wearing slinky black lingerie. It dipped down in a lacy V between my breasts. Lace ran down each side of the garment, and curved into another V above the crotch and ass. The blanket I carried in my hand was wrapped around a bottle of warm honey and a can of cold whip cream. I spread the blanket out by a small tree and sat down to wait. 

I had left a note on our bedside table for you. I supposed you were already reading it and wondering what I had planned as you dressed yourself in what I requested. I imagined you in a white button-down shirt, black jeans, and your boots and I shivered. I toyed with my nipple rings as I waited for you. It seemed forever until I saw the glint of your eyes in the moonlight. I stood slowly, my arms crossed on my chest as you approached me. My white skin appeared to glow and you spotted me. 

I saw you smile slightly as you stood in front of me. "What do you think?" I asked as I turned around once to model for you. You nodded your approval and kissed me hard, slipping your tongue into my mouth and grabbing my ass. I tangled my arms around your neck, holding you close. You bit my lip and looked into my eyes, smiling. The can of whip cream reflected light from the moon onto my face and you looked down at it. Your eyes widened and you kissed me again, harder this time, with more passion. I scratched the back of your neck gently, moaning into your mouth. Your hands moved down my ass to my pussy and discovered that my lingerie was crotch-less. A deep moan escaped your throat as you slid a finger between my pussy lips. 

I tilted my head to the side and began sucking your neck as you played with my pussy, making me wet. You pulled me against you and our bodies fit together perfectly. My teeth grazed your neck as I kissed my way to your throat, licking up and down across your Adam's apple. You swallowed hard and I began to grind myself against you hard and slow. I felt your dick getting harder and harder in your pants. You ran your hands up and down my sides, stopping to cup my breasts as you felt my nipples harden. You toyed with them, pinching, pulling, and twisting gently. Your head dipped down suddenly, taking my right nipple in your mouth and sucking hard, flicking my nipple ring with your tongue. I moaned softly as you began to bite gently, your hot mouth sending shivers through my body. Your finger still played with the lips of my pussy, slipping further between them with each slow, soft stroke. My hips began to move of their own accord, wetness dripping from my pussy down your hand. 

The wind began to blow hard and I shivered, nearly naked and cold. You removed your hand from my pussy and your mouth from my nipple. "Let's go back to the house. We won't be able to do much here if you're cold," you whispered, "and I want to do a lot." I wrapped the whip cream and honey back in the blanket and held it in my arms, smiling as you picked me up, my legs over one of your arms, my back braced against the other. We walked slowly back to the house, your eyes peering at my bare breasts from time to time. Finally you set me down in front of our door, unlocking it and leading me in by my hand. 

We reached our bedroom and you stared at me as you climbed on the bed, lying on your back. I turned around and slowly slid my lingerie down my body, bending all the way over and stepping out of it. You were smiling when I turned back to face you. Your pants had formed a tent over your throbbing cock. I climbed up on the bed, straddling you and grinding my drenched pussy on your crotch. Your eyes closed tightly and you moaned my name. You pulled me down and began to kiss my neck, your hands gliding down my body to my ass and squeezing hard as I rubbed against you still. Your teeth bit into my neck and I whimpered in lust as a little trickle of blood dripped into your mouth. 

You sucked hard at my flesh as my eyes closed and I began to pant. Suddenly you stopped and lifted me up off of you, sitting me on the bed beside you. I looked at you, my eyes wide as you dived on top of me and kissed me as hard as you could. I moaned into your mouth and wrapped my legs around you as you ground yourself into me. My body seemed to melt into yours as you kissed me again, soft and passionate this time. Your tongue rubbed under mine as mine rubbed the roof of your mouth, my tongue ring barely tickling it. 

You began sucking my tongue, biting it gently as I squeezed my legs around your back. I lifted my hips up, wiggling them and pressing myself into you. My eyes seemed to beg you to do more to me. Your lips left mine and traveled down to my breasts, suckling lightly at my nipples. I arched my back and moaned softly, grabbing your hair and holding it tightly. You moved down once again, lacing kisses down my stomach to my pussy. I lifted up on my elbows and looked down at you as you began to rub the lips of my pussy with your face. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Your tongue slipped past the past the lips and touched the burning, wet flesh. I gasped and moaned a little, your tongue beginning to flick up and down softly and slowly. You set your hands under my thighs and spread my lips with your thumbs, plunging your tongue into my pussy and wiggling it hard and fast. 

I threw my legs apart as wide as they would go, arching my back hard and moaning your name. Your tongue fucked me deeper, curling inside of me, driving me crazy as you rubbed my clit hard with your finger. My hips began to buck as your buried your face in my pussy. I closed my legs around your head, holding you to me, moaning and writhing like a maniac. You rubbed my thigh gently with one hand, pulling your tongue out and sucking my clit, nibbling it a bit. "OH OH OH OH!" I yelled as you bit my clit hard. My body shook as I came wildly, my juices covering your mouth and chin. You lapped at my pussy, your tongue slipping up and down. I spread my legs again, my chest heaving, my tits bouncing with each ragged breath. You smiled at me and slid up my body, licking your lips and kissing me. 

I began rubbing your shoulders, moving my tongue in and out of your mouth slowly. You sucked it gently, licking at it, running your hands down the sides of my body and lifting me up, cupping my ass in your hands. My legs found themselves wrapped around your back again as you ground your erection into me. "Mmmm.." I moaned. You smiled and ground yourself into me harder. I began rocking my hips against you. You lifted your body up, pulling away from me and getting up. You went to the dresser and opened a drawer slowly. I cocked my head to the side as you pulled out four pairs of handcuffs and grabbed the honey and whipped cream from my blanket.

A smile crossed your face as you walked back to me. Soon, I found myself handcuffed to the bed by my hands and feet. You stood beside the bed now holding me captive, holding the bottle of honey in your hand. I tingled slightly as you lowered it to my breasts and squeezed it. Honey oozed out onto my nipple and I squeezed my eyes shut. You repeated the process on my other nipple, then down my stomach to my pussy. Then with the whipped cream, you sprayed it in circles around both my tits, in a zigzag pattern down my stomach, finally covering my pussy with it. Your eyes flamed as you crawled over me, dipping your head down and devouring my right nipple, sucking hard at it, lapping up the honey. Next you licked up the whipped cream, slowly and teasingly. My eyelids fluttered, my eyes rolling back in my head as you nibbled my flesh softly. 

I gently rubbed the back of your neck, scratching it as you licked the honey and whipped cream from my other breast. Your soft, hot tongue worked its way down my stomach, curling over my skin as you licked away the honey and whipped cream. I arched my back a bit as you reached my pussy, dipping your finger into the whipped cream and sucking it off. I watched you as you did this over and over, each time your finger going deeper into my pussy. Finally, your head dipped down swiftly, your face nuzzling it as you licked it clean of the food. I moaned as your tongue entered me once again, licking and fucking me furiously. You moved your face up and began flicking my clit with your tongue as fast as you could, inserting two fingers into my pussy and fucking me hard with them. I wiggled my hips with your pace, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to pull my legs and arms free from the handcuffs. You knew when I was going to cum as my pussy clenched around your fingers.

You pulled away again and I whimpered, my orgasm subsiding. My skin was sticky as you kissed your way up my body slowly. "Maybe we should clean you up.." you said with a smile as you unlocked my handcuffs, picking me up and walking with me to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and watched you as you undressed slowly. I stepped under the hot water, letting it cascade down my body. You stood there, watching me and smiling. I held out my arms to you and you stepped into the shower, kissing me hard, nibbling my bottom lip. The hot water poured onto our heads as I ran my hands down your sides to your ass. Your hands went to my chest, gently massaging my tits, rubbing down my stomach, finally to my pussy. It was still wet as you inserted a finger in, playing with my clit. I rocked my hips against your hand, looking into your eyes as your other hand gently rubbed my tits. You took my hand and placed it on your throbbing dick, closing your eyes as I squeezed it, starting to stroke it slowly. 

I began rubbing the head of your dick with the tips of my fingers as your mouth opened slightly, little moans coming out. With my other hand I cupped your balls, massaging slowly and softly as I jacked you off. Your hips bucked as you fucked my hand. I licked your bottom lip as I jacked you off, your moans vibrating my tongue. Suddenly I was on my knees in front of you, licking the head of your dick softly, my tongue slithering against your V-spot. Water still poured down upon us as I devoured your dick, sliding my head back and forth, sucking hard. You grabbed my hair, holding me to your dick. Moans escaped your open mouth, setting me on fire. I sucked and licked with more passion, stopping occasionally to kiss the head. My eyes gazed up at you softly, my eyelids half lowered as you began to fuck my mouth slowly and softly. I applied gentle suction as your dick slid in and out of my mouth, your face contorted with pleasure, your soft moans driving me crazy. I toyed with your balls, gently massaging them, rubbing in circles with my fingertips. You squeezed your eyes shut, your dick beginning to twitch in my mouth. I pulled it from you and stood up slowly, kissing you deeply and lovingly, sucking lightly at your tongue. 

"Please fuck me.." I begged in a small voice, smiling at you and rubbing your cheek with my thumb. You smiled back at me, licking my bottom lip. I turned around and bent over slightly, spreading my legs for you. You moved closer to me, reaching around me to cup my breasts in your hands, rubbing my nipples with your thumbs as you rubbed your dick along the wet folds of my pussy, your veins hitting my clit. I moaned softly, rubbing against you and closing my eyes. Your dick slipped back down, resting at the entrance to my pussy. You gripped my hips in your hands and slid your cock into me inch by hard, hot, throbbing inch. My eyelids fluttered as you buried yourself to the hilt inside me. I leaned my head forward as you leaned over me, kissing the back of my neck softly. I began rocking my hips slowly as you started fucking me gently, massaging my tits in your hands. Your lips and tongue grazed over my shoulders and neck softly as you fucked me harder. I reached back with one hand, squeezing your right ass cheek hard, making you buck into me. A loud moan escaped my lips. 

Pushing back against you gently, I silently urged you to fuck me harder. Your tongue and lips ravished my neck and shoulders urgently, your strong hands kneading my breasts, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you began fucking me with all your might. My back arched as I moaned your name over and over, your body slamming against mine. "I'm gonna cum!" you announced breathlessly. I reached back, gripping the base of your dick between two fingers so you wouldn't cum. I wanted it to last longer. You pulled out of me, letting your cock soften once again after a few minutes. I turned, kissing you hard and passionately. Your hands roamed around my naked body. 

We soon got out of the shower, clean and slick. As I stood in our room, drying myself off with my towel, you began walking toward me slowly. You reached me, but kept walking, forcing me to walk backwards toward the wall. My back met the wooden wall and you smiled, knowing it was my fantasy to be fucked that way. I grinned and wrapped my arms around your neck as you gripped behind my knees and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs ‘round your back as you slowly pushed your pulsating erection into my pussy. My eyes fell shut. You began a slow grinding motion, your pubic bone rubbing my clit hard. Soft moans escaped my lips as I ground myself into you. Your lips began kissing my neck, your tongue reaching out to lap at the skin. My body shuddered hard as you pulled your cock out of me and slammed it back in as hard as you could. The grinding began again. I clawed your back and shoulders and your growled, smiling and sucking hard at the flesh of my neck. 

Suddenly, you stopped grinding and began fucking me like a battering ram, slamming into me, making my back arch and my head hit the wall with each hard thrust. "OH! OH! OH!" I moaned loudly. Your teeth bit into my neck as my nails drew blood from your back. You mumbled incoherent sweet nothings against my skin, my blood dripping down your chin. My chest heaved with each breathless moan, my breasts pressing into your chest. Your eyes closed as your dick jerked inside of me. I knew you were going to cum, as was I. "Cum for me, sweetheart.." I whispered, bucking my hips against yours. I felt your cock swell as you exploded into me, your hot cum filling me and making me cum with you. My pussy began to spasm and clench around your tool, my eyes fluttering and rolled back. You slammed into me once more, harder than I ever thought you could. My mouth opened wide, a short scream pouring from it. Your mouth met mine, your tongue lapping at my own. I clung to you, our cum mixing and dripping down our legs. "I love you," was all that I heard before darkness overtook me.



You and I, When the Walls Came Down



You and I deep in love, we sit entwined, silently, floating upon perpetual synergy, with nothing around us but walls, silence and motions so wet and filled with curiosity. Kissing slowly and deeply, with no end in sight, very sensuously and exploratively. You were on my lap with your legs going off to one side together. We are both naked and enjoying each other's tongues feeling each dent and contour of them, it's do drawn out it's almost a blind taste test what with our eyes closed. 

When all of a sudden I stop and retrieve my tongue. You're still smiling which is good. My gaze lowers to your pussy which is exposed glistening and.... Mine. I run my hands across your thighs down their insides to massage what is mine. Nearing the clit, I edge your legs apart. You allow me mercifully with the greatest of ease. You approve me owning this, your Pussy already at the cusp of breaking point. 

I slip you off my lap and as I do so your beautiful rump hoves into view. I spank it with a cold sting, you let out a little whelp, a second and a third spank follows and the rhythm of your winces provides me with a chorus that I adore. 

I tip your head down into the bedsheets. Your face turns to one side so you can still see what I am doing. On our bedside table there are 4 items. 

A small but attractive pile of folded silk scarves, all white in colour besides one of quite a rich beige colour almost full cream, a pair of nipple clamps, a glass dildo waiting patiently in a small metal bucket of hot water. Hot but not too hot. And a full box of white Tissues. 

First of all I ask you to clutch your fingers together behind you and like the good girl that you are you comply. With one long silk scarf a white one, I weave the silk over your hands binding them together and winding the silk through them bringing the bond up to your upper wrist. I weave the silk around and between once more where I pull tightly and knot the ends together. 

I manoeuvre you upon the bed so you're sitting up and I then swing you around so your pussy, my pussy is in front of me... It shines even more, calling to me, teasing me. Oozing pleasantly for me, just slightly. You're still smiling, that's my girl. 

With care and careful attention I take the glass dildo from the hot water, feeling the end on the back of my wrist and then my cheek to test for heat. I'm pretty satisfied as I could hold it there for a good minute and it never feels like it's too hot. No burn but a comforting aura of great warmth.... It's cooled enough while we've been kissing. I trace the toy that you've admittedly never come across before gently up your thigh crossing the tip across the brace of your pussy just above your clit from left to right... You find the sensation immensely pleasing, as do I find your hissing reaction. One can hiss and still get away with it Babygirl. 

I edge the toy inside the mouth of your pussy slowly testing the waters, dipping the tip in deeper and deeper you wince and moan loudly as the heat makes you feel like you have my Live cock inside you now. At the base of the glass is a hoop also of glass. Here I thread a silk scarf through and pull to your right... I take another silk scarf and pull to the left... From here I loop these two silk scarves around your thighs. Pulling slowly across so you feel the cold clouded sensation of silk on you. I loop and tie my silks around your thighs...

Baby, Stand please. Good girl.

I thread the silks back between your legs and I come round the back of you to your bound hands. There, I tie the lengths of silk into the two knots binding them. One which you are now holding in your bound palm. There I pull the slack, you feel the cut of silk pull firm against your lower back between the cleavage of your anus and against your perineum. The glass dildo holds proudly. You feel weak from each glorious sensation against your flesh. I sit you down on the bed and I come to sit behind you. 

Now in my arms to feel I am about to take what is mine, what is ours, this moment of helplessness. I will, but we are only half done.

I begin kissing your neck, gently, softly, cutting your flesh with the tip of my tongue. 

Taking each of your breasts in each palm I massage each glowing soft mound extremely softly. Light and soothing caresses around each. Resting on the nipples I tweak and rub juuuuust subtly, manipulating each in unison so they each feel loved tenderly. Glowing, proud, my gentleness alone is making you wetter and you tug on your silk strands and bury the glass dildo inside you further... You drop, you tug, you drop some more , you tug harder... Controlling the flow and ebb of this heated instrument inside you yet your hands are bound in silk, yet your man has given you submissive control of yourself. Proud of my girl we will both pleasure her together. 

As your nipples tingle I weave a thicker softer charmeuse silk scarf around your neck. You've been looking at this one the whole time, it looks shinier, smoother like the thickest silk you've ever seen. While it's thicker than others when draped upon your heaving breasts they displace some of it's uninterrupted decadence as your nipples peep through. I place upon them the nipple clamps, pinching once... Twice, thrice, just so you can sense a feel for them... A forth time.. And they stay. The pressure of the pinch atop the rich silk is masterful, you adore the cold silk around your neck and the titillating but subtle pain on your nipples, you tug some more on your silk dildo harness. Do you like that baby...

Still kissing your neck and caressing your breasts I lean back and you follow, your head tips and falls into the flat of my shoulder it feels like you're about to get your hair washed at the hairdressers yet there's no discomfort of a porcelain sink. It's just me, your man. Your soft yet firm caring master. I kiss your silk scarf that I've weaved around the front of your neck as well and down upon your breasts. Caressing them still, kissing your flesh, whispering how much I want you, how hard I want to drive and drill you, my own cock is so super hard you feel it on the back of your bound hands you pull and tug harder more erratically on your harness, and this confusing action feels like you are the one driving my cock home, hard. The heat from the glass is a surprising pleasure you've never felt before, the hardness adds an extra hard pain almost as your pussy has never felt this engorged or desperate to blow.

As you tug, your eyes race to the ceiling, my hands now caress the folds of silk around your neck, teasing and massaging the silk into your throat, just gently mind you... 

Open your mouth for me please Babygirl...

Your mouth lulls open for me and next you hear a flurry of tears and you know a handful of fresh clean tissues are coming your way.... A large handful for my baby fills your mouth, with extended ease you take then all in, how well they suit you my girl. Next you feel the arrival of more silk, a white silk scarf that I carefully knot in front of you, your excitement mounts and you pull some more on your harness. Gooood girl.

Once knotted I slot the scarf in to your mouth to hold the tissues in gracefully. Tied around your head your breath becomes a little erratic through excitement. Shhhhh I've got you ... You're okay baby.... There there.Then another silk scarf the beige one... You were wondering then this would turn up. I fold it in half, point to point. Then I fold this end to end. To a long oblong shape. The creases are apparent but you find the colour very very sexy. I tie this around the back of your head. And lean back some more. Your head follows once more only to find me lowering you down down so you're entirely horizontal on the bed. Bound and gagged in silk, you try your harness again and up the ante. Pulling harder and harder. I clamber on top of you, sitting just in front of your face, my cock, thick with pride and desire for you. Wanting you... I want you so badly baby. I rub my cock against your gagged mouth. Mmmmmpphhh mmmmmmppphh you moan. Your mouth says nothing.. But your eyes.... Your eyes say, fuck me... Fuck me like I'm the last fuck you will ever have... I'm not your last but I will be your best. I want you. I want to feel all of you inside me, fuck me.

I glide and pump my cock across your silk mouth. Just enough to feel my own sting. 

I swerve around, my legs are now astride of you. My cock falls onto your mouth... I begin to lick your clit lapping at it joining my saliva with the burgeoning heat of your glass plug. I lick furiously with intent to destroy and destruct you yet with precision and the care of someone who loves you greatly.

I pump and buck and push my cock against your silk gag the sight of it is fury, envy, desire and lust you can't understand but it's controlling you, shaking your core. You pump your own silk clenched fists bound together yet knifing the Dildo hard inside you. Your moans become louder and they turn to cries. Tears well up as you have never felt such pleasure nor such a mental high from bringing yourself to the cusp alongside a man so equally before.

Up I clamber, I quickly turn you onto your front, pulling your quaking legs off the bed into air. I'll not have your feet touching the floor, for you won't last.

I ease aside the silk scarf securing your glass plug as it heaves in and out of you. With it I join my cock, instead... It finds itself nubbing itself into your buttocks, trying to find your tightest hole.

With direction and precision determination I drive my cock solidly half way inside your anus. You cry out. I lean upon your back, cradling your face... Shhhh. We'll do this together. I love you Babygirl. You're the reason I'm doing this, you have me. I am yours. I pull my cock fully into you... Your buttocks and silk cleaving our pounding array together you turn your face to look upon me... Smiling and pumping, taking care of your sweet anus, you tug more gently upon your harness now slowing as a smile creases your gag. Our lips meet through a silk wall but with happiness and exhaustion our own walls come crumbling down........

The end.



You & Me



We start off slow, as I take you in my arms, looking into your eyes and watching your face as you run your gaze over my smooth white body. I can see the appreciation in your eyes, and I am glad. You run your hands down the length of it, coming to a halt as your hands round the curve of my buttocks and cup the fullness of its cheeks. You give it a gentle squeeze, smiling as the flesh gives, then fills in again like a fascinating dimp-gel toy, only firmer. 

Your eyes drift down to my thighs, your favourite part of me. I open them invitingly, so you can get a better view, and I can feel the tension mount in you as you suck in a deeper breath, your mind already running wild with thoughts of what you are about to do to them. You glance at my face briefly, take in my expression of anticipation and duck your head – aiming for my right thigh. 

Your mouth closes on a small, sensitive section on its inside, your tongue swiftly setting to work and wetting it as you suck. The little vacuum that you create with the sucking motion fills with the heat of your breath, and the feeling it invokes rushes straight to my clit, filling it with a longing for your mouth, like a little rosebud longing to bloom. I close my eyes for a split second, indulging in the pure sensation of concentrating on feeling your mouth, soft and moist yet exerting pressure on my thigh, feeling its intensity nearby and inevitably getting wetter inside of myself. 

You stop to take a breath, and I open my eyes to meet yours for just a short while. Because you simply look at me and I can see the primal instinct in yours that means you won't be stopping for long… that urge to bring us both greater pleasure than we have had so far. And I'm right – because you next plunge your head between my thighs, your two hands busy holding the folds of me apart, clearing the way for your tongue to touch my clit. 

Oh heaven! The first wet flick of your tongue sends a jolt of electricity shooting up my spine and into my head, and I close my eyes involuntarily and shudder, my head instinctively arching back as the jolt subsides. I open my eyes and see you eyeballing me from between my legs, your mouth still poised at my pleasure centre. I can see only half your face – the other half is hidden behind my mound. Your lips close around that little fleshy rosebud and sucks gently, sucking my whole being into you as though I were a mere essence of something rather than flesh and blood. My hips lift just that little bit off the bed, towards that pulsating warmth that is your mouth, dispensing pleasure to that small little piece of me that is the epicenter of these tremors. 

My inner being is reduced to a shaking jelly-like mass that quivers at your every touch, relinquishing my control over my mind as I yield it up to you, relishing the pure sensations of touch and letting it flow over my whole body. I can feel my insides awash with juices mixing with your saliva, and I vaguely wonder how I taste as you hold me in your mouth, pushing your tongue deep within my folds and tasting me inside-out, drawing me ever closer to your heart and mind as you stroke the inner walls of my tunnel, like preparing a corridor to a room of pleasure. I can feel my muscles tense up, contracting around your tongue so that I can feel the rounded roughness of the taste buds on the surface of your tongue, and the fleshiness of the tip that is at once sharp and rounded… the mysteries of the human tongue.

You move away, withdrawing your tongue, and my clit in its silent life of its own seems to call out to you, clamouring for your return, feeling bereft in the cold swirl of air that replaces you. The slickness of my walls and outer folds feel deliciously pampered, but wanting more, throbbing in need. But I know I should pleasure you and return the favour before we go on.

I raise myself up, lost in a haze of weakness that your attentions have elicited. You, in turn, lie down where I lay, expectantly. I can see you beginning to stir in your anticipation, even as I lay myself down facing that divine slab of flesh that brings so much pleasure, taking it in my hand and holding it lightly with my fingers. I squeeze it with fingers and palm, noting the girth of it, and its length. You buck ever so slightly under the pressure, just a shiver of movement, and I can feel the blood begin to fill the shaft. I bring my mouth closer, and pause for just a split second. 

I pounce at lightning speed, enveloping as much as I can take of you in my mouth, driving an acute sensation up into you because you shudder violently, and emit a muted groan that is wholly involuntary. I slow down, holding you quietly like in an embrace, feeling you swelling so fast in my mouth and filling out with pulsing heat. Then I begin to slowly work up and down the shaft, teasing you as I go with my tongue. Up to the head, flicking the little creases of skin around, swirling my tongue round and feeling the small bumps arranged all round the bottom of that swollen head. I probe that small ridge under the head that overhangs the shaft like a little cliff, and see the saliva glistening on the smooth skin stretched so tight over the glans in the half-light coming in through the window. It's stiff now, hot and hard in my hand and I hold it to my eyelids as the saliva dries off in the draft of the ceiling fan. I sneak a look at you while still crouching between your legs like it is a safe harbour. 

My eyes drift past your tattoo and your hard little nipples that stand out like small nuts on your chest to your face. You have your eyes closed, but they're starting to open now, with that drowsy look that tells me you're lost in a sea of sensation. I feel powerful, holding your pleasure stick in my hand, controlling the feelings I give you and wreaking havoc on your senses.

Again I come down like an avalanche, pushing you past my lips, past my teeth, stroking along the length of the tongue inside my mouth as I push you headlong as far as it can go. You hit the back of my mouth, forcing a gag reflex, but I think you like it because it moves the muscles at the back of the throat and squeezes the glans, causing you to gasp in surprise and pleasure. I stroke up and down holding you in the embrace of my mouth, closing my lips around you and sealing in the warmth and moisture. My lips stroke along the length of you as I increase my speed going up and down and around you, and your head lolls around on the pillow enveloped in the sensations of my hot, wet mouth caressing you. 

I lift my free left hand to your right nipple, using my thumb and forefinger to rub it, feeling it harden up like the stub of a small pencil eraser, the kind that you find on mechanical pencils. You moan in a muffled kind of way, and your breathing quickens, turns ragged. I flick the hard nipple with my middle finger hard, and press it into your areola with my thumb for good measure, all the while still bobbing my head up and down not too slow, not too fast…

I turn my attention back to your thick shaft, and let it pop out of my mouth and slap wetly onto your belly. I think you feel relieved for the let-up in the onslaught of sensation because I see you relax, letting go of the tension that has built up as you strain to prevent yourself cumming. Your face takes on the look that tells me you've made up your mind about something, and you don't wait for me to figure out what as you get up from your supine position, simultaneously pulling me down onto the pillows.

You kneel between my thighs, holding my tapered ankles in your hands, arranging me according to your fancy like a doll. I watch you in your huffiness, eager to start satiating our mutual hunger, but content to watch as you do what you do best. Finally you are satisfied, and bring yourself up to the opening of my love tunnel and rest there lightly. You hold yourself as if in contemplation, then slowly begin to rub up, down and around the slick opening into me as I get wetter and wetter, my juices flowing out of the tight little corridor and slicking your head as it spreads the moisture round my lips. 

Without warning you push into me, driving deep inside as I let out a shout that is at once shock and ecstasy, one pure wave of intense pleasure that nearly knocks me out when you hit the end of my tunnel, like stars colliding and sending out sparks of light that I see bursting behind my eyelids. You begin stroking me inside-out at a measured pace, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped deep inside of me as I savour the smooth gliding motion that is you moving in and out of me. 

You reach down to place a hand on my breast, kneading it in rhythm with your piston-like pumping. Your fingers play with my nipple, and I know it is darkening and swelling up to form a hard nub that gives me an intense little electric shock when you pinch it firmly, making it ache so tenderly while stimulating me at the same time. It is almost as if my clit and my nipple were joined by a single wire through my body, connected so that when you flick my nipple gently, the inside of my clit shivers with delight. 

My senses are steadily overwhelmed by the extravagant attention, I am almost giddy when you lower yourself onto my body, careful not to rest your weight on me. You shorten the strokes, quickening the pace of every thrust. You clasp my nipple in your mouth, and I take a sharp breath and gasp as you begin to lick it in circles, then alternately suck and blow on it. I run my hands through your wavy hair, grasping handfuls of it and pulling your head closer to me, unable to control the relentless assault of pleasure that keep sweeping over me like the inexorable waves that wash onto shore, not waiting for one to become backwash before another breaks. 

I struggle to remain lucid, lost in the force of feeling, holding your waist and dancing with you to the rhythm of your stroking inside, and out, inside, and out, inside, out, in, out in out… I buck into your body, trying to find a way to meld us, body and soul, squeezing you inside of me in tune with you as we both breathe raggedly, coming quicker, our moans gradually getting more laboured, louder and sharper and coming from deeper within our throats until it is almost impossible to hold it any longer… 


You pound that spot upwards and inside, deep within the core of my being that finally tips me over the edge, and I shudder in delicious delirium, your name going over and over a thousand times in my head and imploding into a blackness that only orgasm can achieve, dead to the world in une petit mort for the space of a few seconds. And when gravity drags me back to earth to keep on reveling in the sweetness of the exquisite torture that you continue to inflict on my cunt, running with the fresh juices of my orgasm, my insides spasm uncontrollably, forcing you to breathe torridly as you whisper harshly "You're so wet", obviously whipping yourself into a frenzy that demands a release as you plow over and over again into the tight, wet, smooth sheath that is me fitting around you like nothing else on earth. Your hips keep pumping, stepping up the frenzied pace till you hit a point beyond which your body is not your own, clasping me to you in a vice-like grip that makes me surrender everything to you in that moment, your hips bucking like only the devil can and driving deep into me hitting my deepest spot and all at once bursting and coating my inner walls with the warmth of your release, pulsing and throbbing and swelling and gulping as my insides grip you, every tiny flicker of movement magnified by the sensitization of orgasm. 

At this moment as you hold me close to you, releasing within me all of you, grasping tightly my waist to yours as the pulsing slows to a stop, you rest your head next to mine and whisper "I love you" as if it were your dying breath. I turn my head to kiss your cheek, and my heart swells fit to burst for the love I feel once again, both of us falling deep into a sated sleep joined in the most intimate way possible – you and me… till tomorrow morning, my love…



You and Me



You and me

The doorbell rouses me from an unsteady sleep, the rain pounds against my window as the doorbell rings for a second and third time, I stumble from my room into the hall and to the doorway.

I look through the glass and see you standing there, your hair, perfectly straight earlier now clinging to your face in little ringlets, your T-shirt flush against your body, held against you by the water and leaving nothing to the imagination.

I realise I'm stood staring at you, freezing in the cold and not even moving, I shake myself into movement and run to the door, as I open it you almost fall in, makeup leaving streaks down your face, I can't believe you're back.

After what seems like an eternity staring at each other you talk.

You tell me that through the entire party you had watched me, watched me talk, watch me dance and watch me kiss other girls. You tell me that you had wanted to kiss that guy, wanted to fuck that guy.

I love the way you say that word, long and drawn out, your full lips also whispering it into my ear as your pull my head next to yours.

I tell you, you do it again, then kiss my neck.

I want you

I surprise you as i push you to the wall, kissing you fully upon the lips. You respond, our hands desperately grabbing at each other.

I suddenly begin to notice everything more, the way your cheeks are red with cold, the way your nipples, awakened by the bitter weather push against the moist cotton of your top.

My hand slides up from your back to your shoulder i pull you away from the wall and guide you to the sofa. As I do this I slide the wet T over your head, its fabric clinging to you. your breasts spring free and i finally see how amazing they are, pert, well formed and perfect, I feel the bulge in my boxers grow as you fall backwards onto the sofa, pulling me down with you.

You pull my faded shirt over my head as my hands caress your swollen nipples, i let myself fall onto you and feel your smooth, flawless skin against my rough chest.

You haven't failed to notice the changes taking place below my waist and your hand slides down and starts to slowly stroke me through the thin fabric. I didn't think I could get any harder, but i have.

Just when its starting to get interesting you push me off you and stand up, but before i can protest you undo your skirt and drop it to the floor. I don't think I've ever seen anything as attractive as you standing there in a tiny black thong.

You tell me to sit up on the sofa, I do exactly as I'm told. I'm getting turned on by your instructions. you straddle me and I can feel the wetness soaking through your pants and my boxers.

You start to rub yourself up against me, dry-humping me against the sofa, all of the time kissing me hard and passionately. I start to feel familiar feelings welling up inside me, the shock of you turning up and the speed we have progressed leaving me so horny i don't think i can take it.

So I push you off to my side, you look hurt, upset, but not for long. my hands traces gently up your smooth thigh, made wet by the rain and towards ur thong, when i reach it i start to run my hand along the front of the fabric, gently pressing inward to you. 

You grab my hand with one of yours, and with the other pull your pants to one side. You're perfect, pink and glistening, the sight of you makes me almost dive on you, but instead I trace my finger, the one you grabbed, along your slit, feeling the wetness and gliding over you, I move upwards towards your clit, and when I reach it I begin to start tracing tiny circles around it, slowly at first and then I speed up, when you start to moan I slip my fingers down, away from your clit, just above your entrance, as you push upwards towards my fingers I gently and slowly slide first one and then another into you.

You're so warm and wet my fingers slide effortlessly in, and you start to grind against them. I position myself so that my head is in between your legs, now spread wide. I leave my fingers deep inside you as I start to use my tongue to flick your clit lightly, then start to rub it in a circular motion.

you begin to moan, and then as you get louder, and i can feel you start to squeeze my fingers inside you it's your turn to push me off again.

You force me to sit up again, and before i notice whats happening you unbutton my boxers and sit on me, you're so wet I slide in perfectly, the feeling of your warmth on my dick is phenomenal, as you grind against me, I fill you completely, we kiss again, almost desperately as both of our breathing gets shallow and faster.

My hands are tangled up in your hair, holding you as our lips lock, as intimately as below where my shaft slides quickly into you, everything becomes frantic as we both get quickly closer to the end, ur nails scratch my neck as I cling onto you desperately,

You thrust downwards onto me, one last time, as you shudder, and moan.

I bite into your neck as I explode within you.

We collapse.

Exhausted.

Finished and satisfied.

Now that the urgency has gone, I turn to you and say the first thing since i woke up,

"We should do this again some time"



You and Me



The day has been one of those days where everything seems to go wrong. Long and hard, since the moment you left me this morning. One after another the problems amounted until your head was pounding with a throbbing headache and you longed for my soft hands at your temples to relieve the pain. The stresses have been consistent and never ending until you thought of nothing else but being hidden away with me. No phone calls, no commitments, no demands, just you and me. Although, I am known to make a few demands of my own...the kind you can't wait to get here for. 

The moment you walk through the door you notice something odd...the lights are dim, the house eerily silent. You call out to me and when you find no answer you make your way to the stairs. That's when you notice the clothes strategically placed: some on furniture, on the stairs, the banister. My skirt draped there, a heel overturned, a sheer stocking cascading down the steps. Remember when we played with those? I wore them with your favorite white garter belt and later you found an ingenious use for them around my wrists. A smile relaxes your features and anticipation builds as blood begins to pump slowly, your cock already twitching in anticipation of what's to come. 

The last article you find is my bra hanging on the door to our room; a silent suggestion of things to come. Slowly you turn the door knob and push the door open, a grin fully gracing your lips when you see me on the far side of the room in nothing but one of your crisp white button downs. The shirt reaches the curve of my thighs and shields only the most vital, tantalizing you with small glimpses. The first three buttons are undone and you can see the gracious swell of my breasts, the bottom of the shirt barely just covering my ass cheeks. With nothing underneath if I were to bend over right this second...your mouth starts to water at the possibilities. I beckon you with a finger, the movement slow, meant to tease. 

Everything about tonight is meant to tease. 

Almost unbearably slowly I undo each button. Revealing a little more skin each time until, at last; I am able to slide the garment back over my shoulders and there is only me. A body you love, one that fascinates you more each time we come together. My soft inviting curves complementing your hardness, a natural synchronicity. You reach for me but I move back shaking my head, laughing softly and moving my finger back and forth in denial. The growl at your throat in frustration triggers my smile to flash and my skin to prickle. You never like to play my games by the rules but you always thank me in the end. I move forward, standing on tiptoes. Sliding your tie loose, my lips press against yours in silent entreaty. The smooth tie slips silently from around your neck, mirroring my movement as I deliberately slide my body down the length of you then back up, your growing hardness evident and your breath quickening in response. 

Your shirt comes next, each button undone earning you a kiss, starting at your neck and trailing down your chest until I nip at one hardened, flat nipple, my tongue following close to ease the sting. My thumb brushes against the other one; already peaked at the mixture of pleasure and pain my mouth is provoking. Your breathing has become unstable. The hands you have to your sides clenching as each button takes me lower. The last one has me placing one more kiss on the trail of hair leading to my favorite place. The soft lick that comes next makes your stomach muscles tremble. 

I reach your belt but before going any further I stand. Moving behind you to draw your shift off, rubbing at the knotted muscles in your shoulders and down your back before pressing my naked breasts against its middle until you can feel my beaded nipples like hard little pebbles. My arms come around you from beneath your arms. My fingers splaying across your chest and moving down your stomach until I reach your belt, I feel you swallow convulsively and smile. 

Your belt makes it to the floor, the button of your pants flies open at my deft fingers, the zipper sliding down until those too make their way to the growing pile on the floor. My hands move lower...the tips of my fingers entering the band of your jockeys...before they come back up to push those down as well. You had expected something else entirely, your moan of disappointment a testament to that. But you don't have long to wait as my hand grasps at your straining, rod hard cock, your heat suffusing my hands. This time your moan is one of gratification as I stroke firmly and slowly, taking my time to go from root to tip and squeezing slightly at the base. Just the way you like it. The only thing that fascinates you more than seeing my delicate fingers working your length is seeing my plump lips devouring it whole. 

Pressing around the base, I move my other hand up your length to swirl my thumb around the pre-cum dripping there. My lower hand moves down to your sack, gripping and rolling your already tight balls between my fingers. You're so deliciously perfect for me I can't stand it. You alone know just how much I love your cock. I love to touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, fondle it and this time is no exception. I grip it and continue stroking, steadily moving faster and causing more friction. When your breathing turns to gasps I stop and move in front of you once again. 

I know I should stop here but I can't resist tasting you. Moving to my knees I reach my hands in front of me and bring the tip of you to the opening of my mouth. 

"Oh, God," you breath as I lean closer and blow a hot sigh on your dick. 

Your breath hitches and expels in a long groan as my moist lips envelop your head, my tongue swirling around the peak before your length starts to disappear in the smoldering recess of my mouth. Your hips start bucking at the pressure my sucking is creating and your hands have found their way into the length of my hair, your body already trembling with need. Occasionally I take you deep, all your length disappearing behind the curve of my lips and each time I do I can see your teeth clenching. Barely able to control the raging climax you can feel coming. I love seeing your reaction to my touch. 

You watch me in suspense, wondering where this is going next, if this is how you're getting your release, the intense pleasure already blurring your thought processes but the rest...is up to you. I stand, putting my hands up in surrender and that was just the cue you needed. You crush me to you, your lips searching, your tongue delving and your hands moving down to my ass until you're able to pull my legs up around your waist. I can feel your straining cock between us and I love it, my body instinctively rubbing my clit against it making both of us almost buckle from the sensation of burning heat against burning heat. It doesn't take much else for you to push me up against the nearest wall; your hands moving up my thighs to my clit, your thumb rubbing across it, causing a shudder to pass through my body. You always know just how to touch me.

Your lips are still on mine but they break, moving down my neck as you place me on the waist high bureau and push whatever objects are in the way to the side. One hand moves to cup the fullness of my breast, the other places my wrists up above my head and pins them there. My nipples are already peaked and aching for you. Your mouth descends on them next, licking and sucking until I'm crying out your name and arching against you. The bite you place on one makes me whimper with need. I whisper in your ear that I want you inside me, begging you to fill me, to cum inside me. You don't need to be told twice. Your cock is already poised and ready and it slides right in to my wet slit, the heat making you gasp and my tightness causing you to moan. You release my wrists as you pound into me, your tenderness showing only in the way you hold me, the rest is rough...wild and elemental. 

"That's it baby," I gasp, "Like that." 

The heat is starting to build and it seems as if your name is the only thing I'm able to call out. I feel your breath at my throat, your face buried in the curve of my neck. The long softness of my hair falls around you, its familiar scent driving you to distraction as it so often does. The lick you place between the cleft of my ear and jaw makes me call out to you and I reciprocate, biting your neck as the pleasure builds. I tell you to give it to me. Tell you I want it deeper...harder...faster and you comply readily. 

Your hands tighten on my waist. Every sensation you evoke raining down on me like hot sparks. It's like molten lava rolling slowly from the peak of a volcano, except my peak is the juncture where we're joined together and you're thrusting in to me. I can feel my breaking point rising, almost ready to shatter as you move your hand down between us to finger my clit. I move one hand down to clutch your ass, to push you in deeper, the other up your chest to wrap around your neck. My lips close to your ear, I whisper, the tickle of my warm breath and my words pushing a shiver down your spine. 

"Cum for me baby...cum for me."

My thickly moaned words push you to the brink but my squeal at your shoulder and my nails on your back as I come full circle, shuddering and pulsing around you, take you over the edge. "Fuck!" Your cry shatters the rest of the silence making me smile languorously as your hot cum spurts deep inside me. Still joined you carry me to our bed and lay us down. Both of us spent and sated and breathing hard.

"So..." I say with a smile. "How was your day?"



You and Me



You were in your chair at your computer, playing your stupid video games. I watched you as you concentrated. It was adorable. I came over and wrapped my arms around your neck from behind and kissed you on the cheek.

"Not now, baby," you told me. I removed my arms and walked away, hurt. I was determined that sex was out of the question for tonight. I sat there, hurt and angry, thinking of what to do with myself while you were preoccupied with your game.

"Just because he's not getting any tonight, doesn't mean I can't," I said to myself as I pulled my vibrator from the drawer. I undressed and laid on the bed, naked, with my legs spread. I turned my vibrator on and positioned it against my clit. I closed my legs to hold it in place. I started circling my nipples with my fingers. I increased the speed of the vibration, closed my eyes and started pulling on my nipples, twisting and tugging them. I waited until my pussy was dripping wet to insert the vibrator. I had trouble sliding it in, being so tight. So I worked it in and out a few times until it was completely in. Feeling it so deep inside me, I let out a moan. I opened my eyes and waited a few seconds. I was sure you didn't hear so I continued moving the toy in and out of my pussy with one hand while the other squeezed my nipple. I turned the vibration to it's highest setting and worked my pussy hard and fast. My breathing got heavy and I felt myself begin to shudder with every stroke of the toy. Suddenly a rush of pleasure washed over my body. My juices flowed freely around the toy, my body shook, and I let out a few uncontrolled moans.

Consumed by my pleasure, I had not noticed that you had walked into the room. I opened my eyes to find you standing there, a grin on your face, and an obvious bulge in your underwear.

"That was hot, babe."

I smiled a faint smile and giggled before remembering I was angry with you. My goofy smile quickly turned into a scowl.

"What?" you asked.

I turned off the vibration, pulled the toy out, and set it on the headboard. I proceeded to wrap myself in the blankets and turn my back to you.

"Babe..." you pleaded, "What's wrong?" You climbed into the bed, pressed your body closely against mine, and stroked my shoulder with your hand. I moved further from you.

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

We laid in silence for a few minutes. You moved up against me again, placed your hand on my hip, and whispered in my ear, "Baby, it's just a game."

"All I wanted was a little attention," I retaliated, "Just a quick kiss would have sufficed.

"Well you've got my attention now," you said as you pressed your hardened cock against my ass. I grinned. You ran your tongue along my ear and I turned my head slightly to give you easier access. Your hand moved to my tit. You began squeezing it as you started sucking and nibbling on my ear lobe. You pinched my nipple hard and I let out a moan. 

"You can't be mad at me forever. Right, baby?" you whispered into my ear. You gently rolled me towards you and I didn't fight it. My pussy was wet. You cupped my face and kissed me hard. I kissed you back with equal passion. Your hand moved again to my nipples and you began pinching and twisting it. I let out a tiny moan of approval but did not allow the kiss to break. When we had managed to unlock our lips, I gently bit your lip. You kissed my nose and smiled as you squeezed my nipple harder. My back arched, my eyes closed, and I let out a tiny noise as I rolled onto my back.

"Do you like that?" you asked as you moved your other hand to my unoccupied tit, began squeezing and pulling on both nipples, and straddled me. I could only whimper in response. "Mmm..." you moaned as you took my right nipple into your mouth. You sucked on it and made my pussy wetter. You continued sucking on it as you moved your hand down to my cunt. You felt the moistness and I felt you smile against my breast. You kissed down my stomach and stopped just before my pubic mound. "You're so wet, baby." you told me. You stuck a finger inside and started working my pussy, slowly at first. You put your mouth to my clit and began circling it with your tongue. I grasped my abandoned boobs as you worked my pussy with your mouth and fingers. I was making sounds of approval and you started fingering me harder and faster. Your tongue followed the speed on my clit. You were lapping at my pussy like a dog. I was so close to cumming. My pussy began to tighten around your fingers. "Not yet, baby," you told me. You slowed down the pace and I squirmed in anticipation. You stopped abruptly. "Get on your hands and knees," you told me and I obeyed. You smacked my ass and rubbed the head of your cock on my pussy lips. My body weakened but it forced it to remain in position. "Do you like that?" you asked me.

I breathed a "yes". You placed the tip of your cock at the opening of my pussy and pushed yourself in. I gasped. You grabbed my hips and started pounding my pussy hard and fast. I reached for my vibrator. I turned the vibration on high and put it against my clit. I was screaming in pleasure. I was about to cum and you could feel it.

"Not yet, baby, not yet," you said. I tried to hold it in but only seconds passed and my body started quivering. My orgasm hit me and I nearly collapsed as you kept pounding away. 

I screamed, "Keep fucking me. Don't stop. Oh my God." You went faster and harder. I dropped my toy and gripped the sheets as another wave of orgasm hit. You flipped me onto my back, threw my legs in the air and fucked me as fast as you could. 

"I'm going to cum," you said. You managed a few more quick, deep strokes before your expression changed. You were wearing your o face and you were panting as you shot your load deep inside my pussy. You sat there for a few moments, then rolled onto the bed. Our bodies were lied next to each others, both exhausted, sweaty, and completely satisfied. We laid in silence for a few minutes. I wrapped myself up in a blanket, rolled over, kissed you, and laid my head on your chest.



You and Me



So I've been thinking about you. Especially today at work I kind of let my imagination run a little wild. I pictured you bent over the table, ass facing me. Sadly you're still fully clothes but no worries I'll take care of that problem soon. I slowly walk behind you and give your ass a nice smack before pressing my hips against you. I bet your ass would feel even more fantastic out of those pants.

I pull you up by the hair and turn you around to face me. I'm in just my bra and panties. I press my hips against yours and slowly go in for a deep kiss, my tongue swirling inside of your mouth, tasting you while both of my hands run up to your breast and squeeze. After a while I pull off your shirt then pants and panties. I then stand back and tell you to take off your bra. You look so fucking sexy naked and that's getting me so wet right now. 

My first though is to push you back on the table right then and bury my tongue in your pussy until you come all over my face but i stop myself cause I want to enjoy every second of this and every inch of you. So I grab you and take you to the bedroom and push you down on the bed. I get on top and grind against you while I kiss you hard and suck on your bottom lip. I'm squeezing your nipples when I feel you push my panties to the side and put your finger inside of me. See how wet you've made me? 

I'm grinding against your hand now I you start to thrust faster and faster. But I reach under and pull your finger out, I have to make you cum first and I want to see you cum hard.

I spread your legs and get in between them. I pin both of your hands above your head and run my other hand along the side of your body while I kiss you.

I whisper into your hear to keep your hands right where they are and I lightly bite your earlobe. I kiss and bite your neck as my hands squeeze and tug on your nipples. I could come off the moans that are escaping your mouth right now. I move my lips down till they have your nipples locked in between them. Remember to keep your arms above your head and to not move them okay? 

I suck tease your nipple some more until you beg for me to touch your pussy. I begin to kiss down your stomach until I reach your lower belly. I've been trying so hard not to just bury myself in your little wet pussy I don't know how long I can hold it. I move farther down past your pussy and kiss both of your knees. The wait is driving you crazy, I start to plan kisses down your inner thigh. I can see your impatience because you have your hips raised off the bed giving me a view of that beautiful pink wet pussy of yours. You're so fucking wet and it's magnificent. I put my face so close to your pussy that you can feel my breath on it. Now I want you to tell me how badly you want me?

You start to beg for me to lick your pussy and with one nice lick over your outer lip you let out the sexiest moan. Spread your pussy open, flicking my tongue against your clit then I push my tongue inside you as far as it can go. You taste so sweet. I alternate between tongue fucking you and finger fucking you while I suck on that sweet little clit of yours. I cannot get enough. 

When I finally come back up, I look up at you to see the look of plea in your eyes. Your start to beg for me to keep eating your pussy. But don't worry, I've got something else in mind.

I reach over to the bedside table and pull out my strap-on. I finally take off my bra then my soaking wet panties. Just watching get so turned on and begging for me to taste you is enough to get my panties soaking wet baby. 

I lift up my leg and rest it against the bedside table. I want you to watch me as I tug on my hard nipples and slowly insert my side of the double ended strap on inside of me. I'm so turned on watching you rub your clit as I work the strap-on inside of me. 

I can't take it anymore it have to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you with a strap-on, baby?

I Have you lying back and have the tip of the dildo resting at the entrance of your pussy. I want to hear you beg again, beg me to fuck you, tell me how badly you want me. I slowly thrust the dildo until all of it is inside of you. I am enjoying the look on your face Everytime I thrust it inside of your little pussy. Tell me how you like it. You're so beautiful. 

I take the dildo out and flip you over, I pin your arms behind you and begin entering you from behind. Do you want me to fuck you harder, dirty girl? I want to fuck you so hard. 

I begin thrusting harder and harder, hearing you scream louder with every thrust is enough to make me cum but not yet, first I want you to cum hard all over this strap-on, can you do that for me? I alternate between stroking your ass and smacking it until it turns bright red. I begin fucking you faster then I slip my hands under you, have one hand tugging on your nipples and my other hand mercilessly rubbing your clit. Are you about to cum, baby? Cum for me, come on! 

I feel your whole body tense up under me as the orgasm washes over you and my orgasm closely follows. You let yourself fall on the bed and I fall next to you. We're both out of breath but you roll next to me kiss me hard and from the look in your eyes I can tell we're not done yet.



You and Me



Hello, readers! A short little note before we get to the goods.

This is the first story I ever wrote and completed... back in like 2008/2009. I've been too nervous to post anything, so I decided to start with this. It's short and sweet... and the only story I've ever done in 2nd person perspective.

I look forward to comments and constructive criticism. I've grown a lot since this story- and hopefully some of my more recent work will follow soon.

Without further ado... here it is!

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I'm standing in the kitchen, lost in my own little world. My hands are wet and soapy, my hips are swaying gently to the music.

I don't feel you walking up behind me until it's too late. I'm startled as your hands come down on either side of my body and your chest presses against my back, effectively pinning me between the counter and your incredibly warm body.

Lifting one hand, you gently brush the hair away from my neck. You lean in and I can feel your hot breath dancing across my skin. Lips, soft and hot, press into that sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet. My head falls forward slightly and a whispered sigh leaves my lips.

You gently bit down, and then sooth with your tongue and lips. My body presses back against yours, a fire slowly building in my belly.

Your arm snakes around my body, gently running between by breasts and coming to stop at my neck. You lean in close. Your mouth just a breath away from my ear.

"Mmmm," you whisper deep and low, "you have no idea how sexy you are right now."

I shiver, both from your words and the hot breath against my ear. At my reaction, you slowly grind into me... letting me feel just how hard I make you.

You turn my head and claim my mouth with yours. Your kiss is hard and hot. I whimper against your lips as you pull away. 

Before I know what's happening I'm spinning around to face you and your lips are once again pressed against mine. I can feel your fingers digging into my hips as you press yourself against me, forcing my back to arch against the counter.

Without breaking contact, you walk me backwards towards the bedroom. I stop when my knees hit the edge of the bed. You tear your lips away from mine. Your eyes are intense, burning with passion for me... and something inside me clenches. 

You step back and with a growl you order me to strip. The authority in your voice brooks no objection. 

I lower my eyes, suddenly shy under your gaze. You cup my face affectionately and repeat your previous request. 

I'm shaking as my fingers move to the hem of my shirt, not only from my nerves but also from the thrill I feel at being under your control.

I cross my arms and grab the hem of my shirt. I slowly pull it up, revealing little bits of skin at a time. The fabric catches on my breasts, and I wiggle slightly to pull it over. I turn around slowly as the shirt comes over my head. I drop it unceremoniously to the floor and look at you over my shoulder. My hips sway gently to the music still drifting through the apartment. I hook both thumbs under the elastic of my shorts. I gently pull one side down, then the other... shimmying my hips as they fall in a puddle on the floor. 

You watch me intently, leaning against the door jam. I'm now standing in my bra and panties... but not for long. With my back still turned towards you, I unhook each clasp. The straps fall down my arms and I turn back around. My hands hold the cups in place only momentarily before I let that too slip to the ground. 

You push off of the door jam, and I can see that my little strip tease as been effective. You reach me before I can slip my panties off, to join the rest of my clothes. 

Your hands come to my hips and your thumbs brush my hipbones. You know exactly how to drive me crazy. My body is roughly pulled against yours and you grind yourself into my pelvis. Your lips find mine in a hot frenzy. I grab for the bottom of your shirt and you pull away just long enough for me to pull it over your head. Your lips are back on mine the instant your shirt is dispatched. My hands wander over your chest, shoulders, and back. I can feel your muscles moving under your hot skin. 

I dig my nails into your back as your mouth trails to my jaw and down my neck to that sweet spot where my pulse is thumping hard beneath my skin. You suck and nibble on that spot and I moan in pleasure.

When your teeth sink slightly into my shoulder I shudder. Goosebumps spread over my skin. 

You want to make me beg. You know exactly how to turn my body to mush... you know it won't be long before I succumb to your ministrations and beg you to fuck me. This torture is such a turn on. I want nothing more than for you to sink into me... thrust hard and deep... but you're not ready for that yet. You pull away, and push me gently back onto the bed.

I feel your hot breath against my inner thigh just seconds before your lips plant a warm kiss to my skin.

Your tongue travels in little swirl patterns as you in closer to where I really want you. Your fingers trace the waistline of my panties and I lift my hips so you can tug them off. Once they have landed on the floor with the rest of my clothing you blow gently on my most heated area. 

I shiver and look down to see a wicked little grin on your face. Anticipation is the greatest aphrodisiac. My fingers thread into your hair and pull you towards my wet heat. Your tongue slowly licks my clit and my hips buck in response. I try to pull you harder against me, but you withdraw.

Standing, your eyes lock onto mine. I can see fire burning in them, and I know mine are showing the same. 

Without looking away, you slowly unbuckle your belt and undo the top button. The sound of each following button causes me to break eye contact. You're so incredibly sexy standing there shirtless, with your jeans undone. I can see a glimpse of your dark blue boxer briefs and the bulge they barely restrain. Slowly you slide them over your hips, until you are standing before me as naked as I am.

Your knee comes between my legs as you climb over me. You claim my lips in a fierce kiss as you press your body down onto mine. My body is thrumming with sensations. Your thigh presses against my pussy and I grind into you, trying to relieve the ache that has been building since you came up behind me in the kitchen. 

You drag your lips and tongue over my jaw, down my throat, to my collarbone and then on to my breasts. Pulling one nipple into your mouth, my back arches up as you suck and nip at it until it's a hard bud. You let it fall from your mouth and then blew gently across the wet skin causing me to bit my lip in an attempt to suppress a moan. My other nipple gets the same treatment, and by now I am writhing on the bed beneath you.

I run my hands over your heated skin. Over your chest and down your stomach towards that part of you I want to squeeze and caress. 

You stop me. Grabbing both of my wrists you pin them over my head in one hand. Your other runs down my side and comes to rest on my hip. You hold me down as you come between my legs and line your rock hard cock against my wet opening.

I try to rock my hips up to take you inside me. But you just shake your head and press me back into the bed. 

You lean down and whisper against my ear, "tell me what you want." 

I can barely find my voice the ache is so strong. You refuse to enter me until I say it. Instead you just rub the blunt head along my slit. 

Again, I whimper and try to rock my hips. You force me into the bed even harder; I know I'll have the marks to prove it. 

"I said, tell me what you want." 

When your cock bumps my clit, I cry out. I've lost the battle. I can no longer deny my need. 

"Please baby, I need you inside me... please."

Before the words finished leaving my mouth you thrust forward and sink inside of me to the hilt. I rock my hips, feeling the fullness of finally having you inside me. Your lips find mine as you set a slow and steady pace. Withdrawing almost completely before slowly sinking back in. 

My hips rise to meet your thrusts and soon I feel you groan into my mouth, "Fuck, you feel good."

The pace you set is agonizingly slow. I can tell you're enjoying the fact that you're driving me crazy. I start to plead for more. I want it hard, and fast, and long, and deep. I need it all. Now. 

You respond with more force. The same agonizingly slow pace, but with a punctuated inward thrust. With each powerful thrust you bottom out inside me and I can feel you touching that sweet spot deep inside.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I bite back a sob.

You stop moving. Your arms relax and you shift your weight, bringing your body almost completely down on top of me. Your hands circled under my back and down to cup my ass. Your chest is pressed fully into mine and our bodies are connected in every way. 

You lift me up and grind into me. My breath is coming out in pants against your neck. I rock my hips up as I clutch your back and shoulders.

I gasp as again and again, you hit that special spot so deep inside me.

At that sound, you begin pumping into me hard and fast. I wrap my legs around your hips, pulling you harder into me.

I moan as the base of your cock rubs my clit every time you push inside. I can feel the tingle start, as I get closer to falling.

You thrust inside me as deep as you can get then stop. I hear a strangled moan escape your lips as you grind into me. Over and over again, until I can barely stand it any more.

Then, you're moving inside me again. A rhythmic push and pull that hits all the right spots. 

Soon, I'm writhing against you. Your thrusts become harder, less controlled. It's all too much... the feel, the touch, and the taste of you push me over. 

You slam your lips to mine and I cum. Hard. My hips buck up against yours and my pussy spasms around you.

Your mouth trails back down to that spot where my neck meets my shoulder. You bit down as you finally give into the pleasure.

I can feel your cock swell and twitch as you empty yourself deep inside me.

You collapse into me, over me.

Our breathing is ragged and I can feel your heart thundering against my chest.

You kiss your way back up to my lips. Gently you suck my bottom lip and nip at it. 

I moan softly against you as you slowly pull out and roll to your back. 

You pull me against your body, spooning behind me. My head rests on your arm as you gently stroke my skin.

You bring your other hand under my chin and tilt my head back. Smiling, you kiss me deeply. My head falls back to your arm with a contented sigh.

There are no need for words, your love for me evident in the caressing strokes and warm, lazy kisses we share as we drift off.

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Hope you enjoyed this little short. I love comments, so feel free to leave feedback!! 

~Naughty



You and Me



This is a story written in second person. My goal in this story is to let your imagination do most of the writing. There aren't many specifics and not much dialogue. I truly want your mind to make this story everything it can be. If one reader loves this story, then there will be a part 2. Hope you enjoy. Don't forget to breathe. 




So there you are, standing in your kitchen. It's a warm day and there is a nice breeze throughout your living space. It's a weekend and you are in the process of making yourself some lunch. You're wearing comfortable clothes. A white tank top and some short gym shorts. You didn't even bother to put on any type of underwear today. You wanted to spend the day reading or maybe netflixing. You just needed a day to yourself. Unexpectedly, this day turned out to be one of the most memorable days of your life. 

You grab your plate you made your lunch on and turn to walk back to your living room. That's when you see me. I'm standing in your kitchen, just watching you. You gasp as you see me and drop your plate. You don't know if you have ever seen me before, but I do look familiar. I'm wearing a nice pair of jeans with a grey button up shirt. You stare in fear at a stranger in your home. Although you are terrified, you can't help but lust. I'm the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. You know this just from the second long stare. 

Without saying a word I walk over to you. You are frozen in shock and fear. I get within inches of you as you begin to breathe heavily. I lean down to you and exhale directly on your neck. You shiver in fear and excitement. All of the sudden you realize what is happening and come to your senses. A stranger is in your home inches away from you. What are you doing? You need to get away. 

Without realizing my hand has made its way onto your back.Your first instinct is to just escape the situation. You attempt to make a run for it, but you only make it a millimeter and then my hand grabs your hair. I pull back with an intense force. You're now looking directly at the ceiling as I have your head tilted all the way back. You frantically try to escape. You hit me anywhere you can as you wave your hands panically around trying to grab me. I put my hand directly on your neck and begin to choke you. I lift you up by the neck and carry you through your kitchen. You keep trying to grab me, but I'm just out of the reach of your arms. All you can do is scratch at my hand and arm trying to break free.

I carry you over to the nearest table and forcefully sit your ass right up against it. Within seconds my hand is off your throat and you are turned around. I force you to bend over the table. The left side of your face is pushed against the surface. My hand is on the back of your neck forcing you down. Your breasts are tight against the table as well as your stomach. The table ends right at your belly button and your ass is sticking out from the table with your feet planted on the ground. A couple more seconds pass as I get directly behind you. You can feel my growing member pushing up against your ass as I grab both of your arms and put them behind your back. Your wrists are crossed as I pull out a zip tie from my back pocket. 

Just like that you are now handcuffed while firmly bent across your table. I instantly reach for your shorts and attempt to pull them down but you start to kick at me. I then reach my hand back and spank you hard. You let out a loud yell. Before you inhale I spank you again. No sound comes out as your mouth is just hanging open. I keep spanking you at an intense rate. Your body pushing forward with every strike. It seems like a good 12 or 15 slaps to your ass before I stop. I attempt to pull your shorts down again, but you still insist to try and fight me off. You hear me grunt in displeasure as I wrap my right leg around yours holding them tightly together. My left hand still on your back pushing you down to the table. You have your head lifted trying to look back at me. I reach into my pocket with my right hand and pull out a knife. An instant fear for your life sets in as I flip out the blade. 

You attempt to wiggle free but it's no use. I run the blade down against the side of your pelvis. The blade slides between your skin and your shorts. It cuts through them like butter. This is now done to both sides of your shorts as they are only hanging on by the force of your legs. I flip the blade back in and put the knife back into my pocket. I release your legs and then yank on your separated shorts. They pull off right into my hand. Your bare ass and exposed pussy are just hanging off the end of the table. You begin to yell at me to stop, almost begging. I then instantly grab your shorts and reach them around your face. Once again my growing cock is forced up against your pussy and ass. This time it feels much larger than before. The crotch of your cut shorts is directly over your mouth. I pull tightly on both ends forcing the area of the shorts between your teeth, while forcing your mouth open. I tie the cut ends tightly around the back of your head. Your favorite pair of gym shorts are now wrapped around your head acting as a very efficient gag. 

You can no longer yell. It is almost as like everything you do is countered perfectly. Now I start to spank you again. Harder than last time. You are moaning through the gag as I continue hitting your ass over and over. Then I stop as you try and catch your breath. Your ass now has a pinkish tint to it and I can tell your will to keep fighting has been broken. I release my hand from your back and you are no longer forced down onto the table. You stay right where you are. You don't dare to move. I reach both of my hands down to your exposed ass cheeks and I spread them with good force. You lean your head up to try and see what I am doing. You see me staring down at your tight asshole and semi spread pussy. I'm almost within inches and you can feel my breath right on your sex.

I'm looking over you in a way that seems odd to you. It's almost as if I am inspecting you. I release your ass cheeks and get down on my knees. I spread your legs apart and wrap my hands around your thighs. I then stick my tongue directly into your vagina. You feel me swirling my tongue around. It feels good as I lick up and down your pussy. You were already wet from the spanking, which of course turned you on. Now you can feel me adding to your arousal. I spend a good 5 minutes eating you out. When I stop you sigh in disappointment. I then spank your ass once but hard. You can tell that didn't please me. I step back from you but you stay where you are. Moving has never really been an option for you. 

You hear me unzipping and removing my pants. You desperately try and look back but you can't see over your own ass. The next thing you know I'm moving closer to you and you feel the head of my penis pushing directly up against your soaking wet vagina. Without any warning, the head of my cock starts its way inside you. It feels so big to you, but without any visual you are just left to your imagination. My head forces its way inside you. You gasp in pleasure as you feel my cock making its way through the depths of your pussy. Before you can even comprehend the situation I am fucking you at a decent pace. You are feeling pure pleasure as my penis hits your back wall over and over again. Within minutes you are brought to orgasm. 

You expect me to stop, but I keep going. I continue fucking your pussy for what seems like an eternity. You cum over and over again, so many times you lose count. And then, just like it started, without warning I pull out. I reach up and grab your hair, pulling you back towards me. I lower the gag from your mouth and you hear my voice for the first time. 

"Do you have any lube?" I ask in a gentle but stern voice. 

You nod and respond by saying it is in your bedroom. I order you to stay right where you are and you nod in agreement. No thoughts seem to rush through your mind as you wait for my return. All you can feel is your dripping and throbbing pussy. 

A short time passes and I am now back behind you. I slip the gym short gag back into your mouth. I open the bottle of lube and squeeze some out right onto your asshole. I rub the lube around with my finger before inserting my finger into your tight little hole. You let out a faint moan as you feel it moving all around inside you. Then it is pulled out. The next thing you feel is the head of my cock now resting against your tightest hole. There was nothing gentle about what happened next. 

You take a few short breaths and then I ram my cock directly inside your ass. You moan louder than you ever have. My massive cock now fully inside you. You begin to feel it slide in and out. You have never felt anything quite this good. You are in a constant state of moaning as I fuck you faster and faster. You feel an orgasm building and instantly you cum. This time you squirt all over my legs and your floor. I keep going, but now at a rougher and yet faster pace. There aren't any breaks in your orgasms now. You are constantly cuming and squirting. This is without a doubt the most incredible sexual experience of your life and all you feel is pure pleasure. Your eyes begin to roll as you can't possibly endure this anymore. You haven't had a good breath in so long and your pussy is all out of juice to squirt. Then you feel me go in deeper than I ever have. You hear me moan as I release my entire load into your asshole. 

I slow down my breathing as you slow down yours. I pull all the way out. You hear me go back and grab my pants as I put them back on. You lay motionless on the table. You have been fucked way past the point of exhaustion. You are almost paralyzed. 

I pull you up to a standing position by your hair. I ask you if you are okay and you nod to me. I then remove the gag from your mouth and you finally get a good clean breath. I then ask you a question that will change your life forever. 

"Are you ready for what comes next?" 

Without any hesitation you respond with a quiet yes. 

"Yes what?" I demand. 

"Yes sir." You reply. 

A rag covers your nose and mouth. Your eyes start to shut and then... darkness.



You and Me



By the time my hands were rubbing deeply into your back, your body was relaxed and the stress of the day seemed like a distant afterthought. Your soft skin melted in my rough hands, so warm and beckoning. Bringing my lips to kiss you softly on the back of the neck, your subtle perfume scent added to the euphoric feelings running through me.

Moving my hands up to your shoulders, my tongue followed the contour of your neck, kissing softly behind your ear. Pausing for a moment to lightly take your ear in between my teeth, I brought my lips in close and whispered, "I want you now more than ever."

Grinning slightly, you spun around on your knees to face me. Biting your lower lip in a seductive look, your index finger ran down my bare chest. A second later you planted your hands against me, and pushed me down onto my back. Straddling my groin, you reached around your back and unfastened your bra.

I watched intently as the straps fell from your shoulders and the cups slid off your breasts. In one motion you threw the bra to the floor and immediately brought the fingers of your right hand to your nipple. My cock was slowly beginning to harden, watching as you tugged, pinched and rubbed your nipple with your finger.

After grinding against me for a couple moments, I was filled out to the girth. I could feel you grinding your clit against the hard shaft, with just millimeters of material between us. You slowly dismounted me, and stood up next to the bed. Still laying there, I turned to watch your hands work the buttons on your jeans free, and quickly slide them off. Seconds later you slowly worked your panties down, stepping out and leaving them on the floor.

Your intentions quickly became clear when you crawled back onto the bed next to me, facing in the opposite direction. The second you lifted your leg I caught a perfect view of your pussy. Neatly trimmed, the terrain looked mouth watering. 

As your leg settled kneeling on the other side of my head, you shifted back a little and brought the fruits of temptation to me. My lips met the soft skin between your legs, then parted slightly. My tongue slowly pressed between your lips, and tasted your sex. I quickly moved my arms up around your waist, and my hands took grasps of your ass cheeks.

My tongue slowly began to lick up and down along the length of your pussy, pausing each time to throw a couple extra licks on your clit. I could hear you softly moaning, starting to feel the ache in your loins. My finger traced a line down the valley between your cheeks, sending an added wave of warmth through you.

My lips were pressed firmly against your skin, my tongue digging deeper into you. You tasted so good, so ripe. Your moaning was a turn on, something that only became louder when my tongue slid deep inside of you and began licking around the walls in a circular motion. After a few seconds, my lips softly slid over your clit. With a light sucking motion, my tongue massaged your hard little button in a circular motion for a few seconds.

I felt a release of pressure when your fingers popped the first few buttons on my jeans. Fueled by the fire below, you eagerly worked them down to my knees, causing my hard cock to poke out through my boxers. Your hands quickly worked my boxers down.

Unable to see what you were doing, I felt your warm breathe, followed seconds later by the feeling of your lips sliding down over me. Inch by inch you lowered your mouth down, tasting me. My tongue quickly paid dividends, licking away on your clit and sporadically sliding inside to taste more of you.

Within moments, your mouth began a steady rhythm of sucking me. Your hand took hold of the base of my shaft and acted as a guide, working in unison with your mouth. By this time you were grinding against my face in a heated exchange. We were both so plunged into ecstasy and passion, so close and intimate…tasting each other, indulging.

At the same time I felt your hips begin to shutter, your moans quickly turned to words, "Oh, I’m gonna cum." Your pressed your sex tightly onto my mouth and unleashed a series of small orgasms, moaning profusely with each one. Sliding your leg back over, you turned and looked at me. Through gritted teeth, your words said it all, "…fuck me now."

Watching as you assumed a position on all fours, I moved in behind you, placing my legs inside of yours. With my fingers leading the way, I worked the head of my cock to your opening. Pressing forward I slowly began to slide into your tight, warm confines. We moaned in unison as I quickly filled you, feeling your lips and walls stretched around me tightly. Your warmth was overwhelming.

Slowly withdrawing my cock, I looked down to see it covered with your wetness. Pausing for a second, I slowly slid back in, until completely inside of you again. Your ass pressed back firmly against my lower stomach.

For the first few minutes we fucked slowly and deliberately, inhaling the moment and the animalistic feeling. By the time I started thrusting in and out of you a little faster, the sounds of my torso smacking against your ass could be heard over our mutual moaning.

Your fingers slid between your legs and started rubbing your clit. Your pussy felt so good with my cock sliding in and out, you began another small series of moans, quickly followed by a body ripping orgasm. You thrashed for a brief moment, announcing, "I’m gonna cum again."

I felt a huge rush of warmth inside of you. Feeling my own orgasm near the edge, I withdrew my cock from inside of you and rolled you over onto your back. You watched as I stroked my hand up and down the length. My body tightened and following a slight moan, my warm cum spilled from me down onto your stomach.

Cleaning up when we finished, I wrapped you in my arms and pulled the blanket over us for an afternoon nap. My face snuggled tightly into the back of your neck.



You and Me



We haven't seen or talked to each other in forever and all of a sudden you call and tell me you miss me and want me to come see you. We talked for a bit about it and after all the arrangements were made I had plans to come see you the day after tomorrow. Knowing what I do know about you I decided to go shopping. I went to my favorite store that has everything I know you would like. I started off in the essentials department, panties and bras. Man so many choices. 

"Where do I begin", I thought to myself. I started looking through things and found a few bras I wanted to try on. I found a dressing room at the very end of the row, the biggest one there, you know me I need my space. So I stripped down to my g-string and placed on the first bra. The best way to try on a bra is wearing basically nothing that way you can truly see how flattering it is, because you know that is how the man in your life will see it. I didn't like how it looked on me so I tried on another bra, and wasn't sure how that one looked. So I peaked out the door and saw the attendant standing there I asked her if she would do me a huge favor she said sure so I stepped out and asked her what she thought about that bra. I told her what I needed it for and after giving me the once over she said she didn't like it but she knew just the right bra for the job. So I returned to my dressing room and removed the bra and waited for her to return. After just a little bit she returned with the bra and matching panties; I opened the door to get them from her and could feel her looking at me. I never had that done before so I was a little nervous but mysteriously somewhat turned on by it. 

"Your boyfriend is a very lucky man," she said as she handed me the garments. 

"Thanks" I replied. I asked her if she could just wait a second and tell me what she thought of the bra. This bra was awesome, front closure, which I knew you would love, and it lifted and made awesome cleavage that you would just drool over. I asked her what she thought. She stood up and brushed her hand over my breast, then grabbed my left tit and readjusted it in the bra. I thought I was going to faint. I can't believe she just did that, and I can't believe I wanted her to do it again. I had a bra similar to this one at home and knew what movements I could do with that one before I popped out of the bra, so I figured I would try with this one since they are slightly different. I lifted my arm and twisted to the side, just as you would at a restaurant to get the waiters attention. And out popped my right tit. She reached over and went to go put it back in the bra, but as she lifted it I felt her run her thumb over my nipple and I couldn't help but to let out a little moan. I guess she took this as a queue to continue so she gently squeezed my tit as she said, 

"We might as well test out how it feels when he plays with your tits as you two make out." Not wanting her to stop I just shook my head in agreement. She massaged it for a few minutes, them reached over and pulled my left tit out of its cup and started to massage that one also. Before I knew it she flicked my right nipple with her tongue and I let a soft sigh. 

"He likes to play a little rough," I stated before I knew what I was saying. She took the hint perfectly and started massaging rougher, and pinching my one nipple as she bit the other nipple, she went back and forth between the two for a few minutes. I was going crazy, I slide my one hand down to my now seeping wet pussy and slid a finger in and started to masturbate as she continued on my breast. I felt her one hand leave my breast and then felt it above my hand on my pussy. She slid a finger in along side of mine. We worked our fingers in and out of my pussy as she devoured my right tit. She had as much of it in her mouth as she could fit but there was still so much left and her one hand was massaging it. I threw my head back just as I came all over our fingers. We both pulled out and took turns licking each other's fingers, to get all my juices off. 

"You cant walk out of her all messy, let me take care of that for you," she said as she pushed me down on the bench. I spread my legs for her wanting to feel her mouth on my pussy. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but who am I to stop something that feels so good, no matter who is doing it. She pulled my g-string off of me and went straight to my clit. She flicked it with her tongue for a few minutes before grabbing it between her teeth and pulling on it a little bit. I let out soft moan while reaching for the wall behind me; I pushed myself onto her mouth, just as she slid her tongue around my pussy. She didn't stop till I was all cleaned up just like she said. She backed away as I stood up and put back on my g-string. I was a little disappointed, but not too much, since I knew I was going to get all I could handle in a few days and should rest up for it. After shopping a little more for a few more items, I left and raced home to try them all on together. 

As the plane touched down, I started to get nervous. I had no clue why, not like we haven't done these weekend get togethers before. I saw you right away and ran up to you and threw my arms around you. 

You whisper "Damn girl, I thought the skirt from last time was hot, but that has nothing on this outfit." I step back to show you my whole outfit. I had on purple short, short shorts on. The kind that barely cover the ass, and that is when im standing, no chance in hell for them to cover my ass if I was to bend over. I also had a short strappy shirt on that came down in a v-neck. So you could see a lot of my tits. I did a slow turn for you so you could get the whole affect. You asked if I was ready to go get my luggage. I held up my little purse and said "This is my luggage." You gave this look like you were half surprised and half not surprised. We walked hand and hand to your car. You tried to stop and make out a little bit, but I wouldn't let you. I insisted we waited till we got back to your place. As we headed to your place we couldn't stop looking at each other, like we could pull over and fuck right now and not care who saw. Since I love to tease you, I started telling you about what happened when I went shopping. Part of the way through the story you started driving a lot faster. You pulled into your parking lot and we got out, and as we walked to your apartment you came behind me and started kissing my neck. Not caring any more on who may see us, you lifted your hand under my shirt and started to massage my right tit through the bra as we got onto the elevator. I reached behind and started rubbing on your cock. I leaned my head back and told you I wanted your fucking cock right now. 

As the doors on the elevator opened you pulled your arm from under my shirt grabbed my hand and ran to your apartment. As you opened the door I was behind you kissing on your ear, moaning softly. Finally you got the door open and grabbed me and pushed me against the door as it was closing. We kissed like it would be our last kiss ever, our tongues yearning to touch. I reached down and unbuttoned your pants and pulled down your zipper. 

As your pants dropped, you pushed my shorts down, you gazed up at me with a wicked grin "You naughty girl you," you said as you realized I wasn't wearing any panties under my shorts. 

You leaned down and started kissing my neck as I replied, "Me?" I knew what you had discovered,"Little ole innocent me," I said as I let out a moan. You lifted me up and slid me back down on your cock. As you entered me I let out a large moan. I begged you to fuck your slut hard over and over again. every time I did you would pound harder into my dripping wet pussy. After a few more minutes we both came together and smiled as we finally came down from our lustful high. 

"Gee, I love those kind of welcomes," I said as I came closer for a kiss. We chit chatted as we headed to your room. I managed to talk you into taking me to dinner. I guess it was when I told you I didn't mind being your slut but you had to feed me at least once on the trip. You laughed and smacked my ass as you lead me to the shower. After the shower I finally got you to agree to leave me alone long enough that I could get ready for dinner. About 15 minutes later, I walked out of your room and announced I was ready to go to dinner. 

You turned around and asked with a snide grin on your face "And I am suppose to agree to leave the house with you in that why?" 

"Because you want to make everyone jealous, plus imagine how hard you will be by time we get back home." I replied as I did a little turn for you showing you my outfit. I was wearing what we like to call "your skirt," a little plaid skirt barely long enough to cover my ass; and a white blouse only buttoned in 3 places. We headed out to dinner to a local place you always go to. 

We had a good dinner, where we teased each other so much. We kept rubbing the outside of my tits and I kept stroking your cock. since we were hidden by the table I thought I might as well play fully with your cock, so I unzipped your pants and released your cock, and started stroking it gently. Started going faster when some friends of yours stopped by, you were talking to them as you were trying to put your cock away and I was keeping you from doing so, I asked them to join us, and offered to sit on your lap to make room in the booth, so I slid onto your lap and to your surprise lowered my pussy onto your cock. You whispered into my ear that I was a very bad girl for not wearing any panties under that skirt. I just smiled. Because your friends were there I couldn't very well just start riding you up and down, but that doesn't mean I didn't milk your cock like crazy. As we talked I would just squeeze my pussy tight around your cock and then release it. You'd act like you were going to kiss my neck instead you kept begging me to stop before you came. Of course me being me, didn't stop. I didn't even let up. I've never done this before but I was having so much fun. By some cosmic fate, your friends were getting up to leave just as you came inside of me. We both looked at each other and giggled. You agreed to go pay the check as I went to the restroom to clean up a little bit. When I got done you were already outside in the car waiting. As I climbed in you said I should be punished for what I did at dinner. 

"Your just upset I thought about it before you did," I replied as I leaned over and kissed your ear.



You and Me



"You don't need to be tied down." I tell you. "You'll be still for me."

I use my knee to spread your legs, pull your arms away from your sides and lay them against the clean white sheet. I turn your hands up, trace my fingernails lightly across your palms. Your right hand jerks.

"Tickles," you say.

"Shhh."

I lay my chest across yours, let you feel the weight of me against you, that you're not going anywhere for a while. I raise my head above you. Your eyes are murky, anxious, neither green nor blue at the moment. I lean down and brush your mouth with mine. When I pick my head up, yours follows. 

"Head against the pillow." 

You settle back. 

"Like it's glued," I tell you. 

A small sigh escapes you and your shoulders relax. I feel your cock shift against my thigh, thickening. You need this. 

I start with your left ear. My tongue runs lightly behind it, from top to bottom in one smooth stroke, then up over the lobe. My lips capture the lobe and I flick my tongue against it, then lightly scrape my teeth down its surface as I suck and pull. I suck in the whole lobe again and rest my teeth against the ridge above it, then slide them along the curve. I stop at the top and run my tongue under the edge. You make a noise, half moan, half whimper. I know being touched here drives you crazy. 

"Shhh," I whisper directly into your ear. You moan louder. I breathe hotly, mouthing and blowing. You're squirming beneath me, but so subtly. Staying still for me. Trying. "You're beautiful," I tell you. I plunge my tongue into your ear, eliciting a long sigh as I swirl it deep inside you. 

I love how you squirm. I can feel your arm beneath me, pulling as though against a restraint, the muscles corded, tensing and releasing. I don't let up, licking, biting, sucking. I don't know how much you can take. You love it but you need to escape from it; it's too much, too good. Your ragged breathing thrills me. Your other ear tempts me, your neck, the space beneath your chin. I'm not being gentle anymore, pulling with my teeth, sucking deeply. The louder you moan, the more futilely you thrash, the more frenzied I become.

"God. Dawn."

Your voice, rough and low, begging, drags me back. I raise my head from your neck and look at you. Your eyes are dark now, almost black. Your neck is covered in bruises, long trails of burgundy and purple. Your skin is filmed with sweat and there are throbbing crescents in your palms where you've dug your fingers in too hard.

Beautiful.

I straighten out your fingers, wrapping my hand through yours. I kiss your palm, your wrist, licking where the cuffs would be. If I needed them.

I work my way up your arm, then under it and down your side. There are spots where you'd be ticklish if you weren't so aroused. Now you crave to be touched there. When I hit the dimple above your hip you suck in your breath. Your skin is so soft here, so smooth. Your waist is small, hard, your stomach moves jerkily with your breathing. I run one hand up to a nipple, the other down to your thigh. You twist and I catch your nipple more firmly. You buck and I slide my hand up, nestle it in the soft, warm damp between your balls and your leg. You mumble but I don't listen.

I'm mouthing your stomach now, just above, around, beneath your cock. But not touching it, never touching it. It begs to be touched, dancing lightly, following my mouth. When I move my hand up to cup your balls your cock jumps and a drop of pre-cum oozes from the tip. I move my mouth towards you, stick out my tongue. Your cock jumps again, feeling me near, and I touch the tip of my tongue to the tip of your cock, taking the pre-cum. When I don't do more, you sigh and shift, grinding your butt against the sheets and thrusting your pelvis towards my retreating mouth.

"Not yet," I say, shifting up your body so my mouth hovers over your nipple. My fingers have gotten it hard and you hold your breath, waiting. I don't tease; I dive, sucking up hard and fast, scraping my teeth against you. You can't help screaming and I feel your hands move. Reflexively they reach for my head - wanting to hold me there; wanting to pull me away - but you stop. The mattress bounces as you slam your fists against it and you scream again, this time intentionally, letting me know how close you are to the edge of control.

I settle my hand against your stomach, beneath your cock, brushing lightly up and down with my thumb, feeling it jerk and bounce away, then settle back as I suck lightly on your nipple, soothing where I'd startled, settling you down. We're not done yet.

I bring my head back towards your cock. I hook my hand around your leg and pull, opening your inner thigh to my mouth. Such tender flesh here. I bathe you in kisses, little scrapes of the teeth, gentle sucks. I move below your balls, licking, pulling lightly with my lips, covering them in saliva.

As I move my mouth to the other side, my breast brushes against your cock and you tremble. Any little thing now. I concentrate on your inner thighs, your balls, where the scrotum meets the shaft but no higher. I separate your legs further and lick lower, flicking my tongue against your asshole, making you twitch again.

"Please," you say.

I turn to look at you. Your head is raised, your eyes pleading. I say nothing and you put your head back against the pillow and close your eyes.

"Ask me again."

"Please," you whisper - choking, broken. "Anything."

I smile. I turn so I'm between your legs. I spread them wide, splaying my fingers against your inner thighs, raking them lightly with my nails. I position my mouth above your cock, just above it, an inch or two. It's dripping, hard and swollen. You've never looked so big, so needy. I swipe my tongue across the head and when your cock jumps this time I swallow it. You make a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan, like all your life you've only needed this.

I move the head in and out of my mouth, not using my hands yet, playing with it, swirling around it, tonguing the top, then sliding farther down the shaft. You're pushing up towards me, wanting me to swallow more. I release you with a pop and you let out an agonized moan. I run my tongue up and down the shaft, dipping to your balls, your thighs, then back to the head. I suck hard, bring a hand up and run it around the base. I feel your cum rising, the growing hardness.

I squeeze with my hand, and stop sucking. Lightly I tap my tongue against your frenulum, creating suction for a moment, then releasing. You're twisting beneath me, eager for more. I bring my other hand up. Briefly I give you what you need - two wet hands and a wetter mouth, a fast tongue, firmness and rhythm and speed. You're moaning continuously now, one sound melting into another. I can feel how close you are. I drop one hand to your asshole, press in with a slick finger. You buck wildly, hands and head the only still points in a body out of control. 

I swallow your cock, tongue making pulsating waves, throat spasming. With my finger against your prostate, your cock deep within my throat, I stop. I raise my eyes. I look at you.

The sound you make is wild, animal, from deeper within you than you've ever gone. You break your imaginary bonds, dragging me up and over and beneath you in one forceful, rolling movement. You plunge into me. Another sound rips from your throat as you pull my hips towards yours, throw your head back. Sweat flies from your hair, your eyes are tiger-green. You rip into me, no mercy, no tenderness. Lust and need. No room for more as you rock and slam, your fingers drilling into my hips, making me scream like I made you scream.

"Fuck me."

I don't think you can even hear me but you drive harder, deeper. I'm cumming in rippling waves, one orgasm on top of another, every thrust pushing me to another level.

"Fuck me. God."

Your hands slide up my rib cage, squeezing, pulling. You're dragging me against you, slamming me, fucking me like it's life itself - primal, hungry, necessary. I'm a hole, a body, a driving need. You explode in me, burying yourself somehow deeper, one last scream echoing back and forth between us. Your orgasm is mine; your throbbing cock belongs to me. I'm you and I'm me, pulses of pleasure radiating from where we're joined to my fingers, my toes, my clit. Throbbing and receding, after-shocks rippling through me, making me shudder, feeling your hands tighten in response.

I open my eyes. You're kneeling between my legs, our hips still fused, head down, eyes closed, bangs brushing over them, dripping sweat onto my sweaty stomach. You pick your head up, shake it, see me.

Your eyes are blue now - still, sweet, cool blue. You lean down to kiss me, your lips lingering against mine. "David," I say, but you shake your head. You lower yourself onto me, your full body pressing against mine, slippery, warm. You kiss me and kiss me and kiss me and when you get hard again you make love to me, slowly, never taking your lips from mine, until the stars in my head explode and the light turns white and we melt.

I needed this.



You and Me



We walk down the road my arm around your waist. I love the way you feel. You lean in your breast against my side. A thrill shivers through my body. Pulling you in close I stop. Your eyes are so beautiful and happy when I lean in my lips brush butterfly soft against yours. I want more but I restrain myself. 

When we start walking again I run my fingers along your side. From the way your hips move I know I am I am getting to you when I get you alone you will be all moaning and wet. I whisper naughty things in your ear. 

I can see your door nearing. While you get it unlocked, I lean against the wall and look at you. You look so hot today. Teasing you when we were out drove me crazy too. You open the door for me. Walking in I hear the lock click behind me. 

Your hands slide around me, your breasts press against my back while your hands slide up to cup my breasts. Your nipples are hard against my back. Then I turn around. Nuzzling your neck I run my hands down your body. I want to drive you crazy. 

I stroke the small patch of skin above your jeans I push up the hem of your shirt so I can put my hands on your skin. Kissing my way down your neck and across your shoulder. I push aside the neckline of your shirt brushing my lips lightly across the tops of your breasts you pull off my shirt. 

I can feel your nails on my skin when my hands slip from your waist to your breasts pushing them up slightly so I can taste them. I pull off your shirt while you undo my bra. Before I can get to yours you pull my bra off and lean down to take my nipple in your mouth. Your tongue feels incredible. Your tongue is so soft. 

When I can't take it anymore I pull a way and claim your mouth with mine. I suck lightly on your bottom lip while I back you towards the bed. When your legs hit the edge of the bed. I stop. I pull your bra down and take your nipple in my mouth. My hands work at your bra clasp. It falls down your arms and I take the other nipple in my mouth. Running my tongue around it in slow circles.

Your hands are on my pants button. When you get it undone you start to work on yours while I spend so much attention on your breasts. I step back and watch as you slide your pants down your legs while I step out of mine. God you are so beautiful. I forget to breath.

You scoot back on the bed as I follow on hands and knees. I kiss your ankle then up your calf your knee. Oh so slowly making my way up your leg barely brushing the crotch of your panties with my mouth before I move down to kiss and lick my way up your other leg.

You are moaning and begging as my mouth nears your pussy again. I can smell your arousal. I flick my tongue across your lips through your panties I reach up for the band and inch them down your hips off your legs taking the opportunity to touch them again. 

My tongue traces along your lips over and over getting a little farther inside each time. I push it inside your pussy tasting you, all woman. My tongue flows along the folds until I hear an indrawn breath knowing your waiting for my tongue on your clit. Slow circles around it little flicks making you cry out your thighs clenched against my head. I start moving faster with a little more pressure sucking on it then flicking it with my tongue. I can feel it swell and grow harder with each pass of my tongue.

One finger slides into your wet pussy. I know you about to cum from the way you grip my finger. I push it all the way in rubbing back and forth trying to find that little spot you like. Your hips buck and you scream please oh please when I find it your long loud moan fills the room.

When I feel your pussy pulsing on my fingers. My hand is drenched as you orgasm. Making you orgasm has turned me on so bad I know I am practically dripping but I move up to hold you while you float down from it.



You & Me, 8 pm



Propped against my monitor was a note. I saw it immediately when I returned from having lunch.

You and Me- 8:00- Room 313

I looked around the cubicles surrounding me. No one paid me any attention. "Who could have left this?" I wondered to myself. I looked over at him, the fella in cubicle number 3. Could it be him? After his naughty emails and jokes, this was something he would do. There was only one hotel in the area, so finding the room wouldn't be a problem. I decided to take a chance, gathered my stuff and left.

I rushed home to jump into the shower, my familiar routine of washing my hair and soaping up calmed my nerves. The steam rose from the hot water as it flowed over me. Thoughts of this evening chased each other through my head. I ran my hands over my body. My breasts swelled up with need and my nipples hardened. Pulling the nipples gently, I felt the electric shocks flow straight to my center. 

Wetness pooled between my legs. My hand slid down my stomach to stroke my hooded clit. My knees shook with the need that hit me. I rubbed in circles, each stroke harder than the last. Needing more, I reached up to unhook the showerhead and turned the nozzle to pulse. I leaned against the wall and lifted a leg to the edge of the tub. Aiming the spray between my legs I closed my eyes and relaxed as the water touched me.

The force of the water hitting my aroused and swollen clit had me breathing heavily. Moving my hips against that stream of water, I thought of what may come tonight. Pictures of being thrown up against the nearest wall, my gown lifted high, and having my panties removed ran through me. My panties ripped from the force of his hand. That thought sending shivers through my body. I could feel the wall against my breasts as his dick slams into me, over and over again.

Waves of pleasure rolled over me as my orgasm hit. I bit down on my bottom lip as I let the pleasure go on as long as possible. The movement of my hips slowed as I calmed down. Putting the showerhead back up, I grabbed the washcloth and cleaned the extra moisture off of me.

I rinsed and left the shower. I walked over to the closet. "Hmm what to wear for such a special evening? Oh yea, this will work," I thought as my hand reached out for the blue number that fit like a second skin. The lingerie I recently bought would finish the outfit. I sprayed the scent of vanilla over myself and then slipped the silky pair on. 

I studied myself in the mirror that hung on the door. Holding a pair of thigh highs in my hand as I did. I wouldn't stop traffic, but with my dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, I looked good. Rolling my eyes at the thought of me stopping traffic, I slid the stockings on and hunted down the shoes that matched the dress.

I looked at the clock. After 7, I needed to hurry. I paused just a moment, wondering if this was a good idea. Knowing that this was a chance I had to take, I grabbed the keys and left.

When I get to the hotel, I bypass the desk and head for the elevator. Butterflies fill my stomach as it went up to the third floor. Breathing deep and smoothing my dress helped me calm down. There was an attractive guy in the corner. I looked at him and smiled. Smiling back, he stood a little closer. Slipping a business card into my hand, and never saying a word, he stepped off on the second floor. Dumb founded at his actions but feeling good, the nervousness left me. Obviously someone thought I looked good, I thought as I slipped his card into my purse. If this meeting wasn't with the fellow who I thought it was, I plan to call that man.

I knock softly on the door to room 313. It opens slowly and I can see the flickering light of candles. Walking into the room, a hand stops me by a touch on my shoulder.

"Shh.... not a word," I hear as a soft piece of fabric covers my eyes. The voice that whispers in my ear was too soft to recognize. I am a bit scared, and yet excitement rolls through me as I follow the pull of my hand and we go deeper into the room.

I can feel the side of the bed as I move forward. I turn around and sit down on the edge. I feel my leg lift and fingers moving up my thigh. Soft gentle strokes, followed by the lowering of my stocking. I feel his hands move to my other leg as he gently lowers the other one. I feel the touch of a lightly placed kiss on my calf as the last of the stocking is slipped off.

I turn around as I stand up once more. Hands rub my shoulders and along the length of my back. My hair is pushed out of the way and a kiss placed on the side of my neck. Hands once more move on my back as I feel the zipper released. The cool air of the room hits me as my dress slides down to pool at my feet. Standing there blind and clad only in my bra and panty, I try to cover myself when my arms are held and lowered to back my sides. Hands move over my breasts. I can feel them squeezed and pinched through the lace. My nipples harden instantly and a moan falls from my lips.

The removal of the bra is slow and deliberate. Kisses touch me as each piece of skin is shown. Shivers race through me as the sweet torture continues.

I was pushed back toward the bed. I move backward until I lay upon the bed. I feel my panties ripped off as I move to the center of the bed. Nervous now, I started to rethink this encounter when I feel my arms lifted above my head. 

"Wait," I whisper as I feel the silkiness of the cords that are encircling my wrists. "Shh," I hear again as something soft brushes against my lips. 

The wispiness of whatever is touching me filters through my myriad of emotions and it dawns upon me that it is a feather. It's running over my breasts now, each tip getting a bit of attention. Sliding down my stomach, it moves down each leg, giving a tickle on each foot as it reaches there. Moving back it softly brushes over my mound, rubbing harder on my clit. Groaning as the electricity shot through me, I thrashed on the bed. Moving up my body once more he spreads my essence over each nipple. I feel breath as his mouth comes close to my swollen breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and licking it clean. 

"Dear gawd!" I scream as the force of the sensation rockets through me. A masculine chuckle rings out in the room as my nipple is released and the other one is sucked into a hot mouth. Moaning and pulling at the cords holding my arms, I feel him kiss my lips, and I taste myself on his tongue. 

Our tongues duel in the mating dance as he holds me still with a hand in my hair. Breaking off the kiss he places small ones along my jaw line. Moving down my neck, nibbling and licking his way down. He stopped long enough to kiss my breasts and rub my stomach with his hands as he moves down to the tops of my thighs.

He spreads me and trails his fingers up my leg. Upon reaching the swollen clit that aches to be touched, he does. Gentle flicks are given as I feel his breath once again hit me. I feel the tip of his tongue touch me, making me jump. His hands reach out to hold my hips as his teeth nibble gently on the folds. Tossing my head and moaning, I buck wildly in his hold, making him follow me with his tongue. Heat races through me as I feel the wetness grow under his tongue.

Riding his tongue now, I am so close to my peak that nothing could have stopped me from screaming as my orgasm hit. He slowed his touch as the waves went through me, licking up the juices that flowed from me.

Exhausted, I lay there panting as I feel him move. The bed dipped near my head as I feel his hands on my face. He turned me until I felt the head of his dick press against my lips. I licked the tip with my tongue and open my mouth to have his member slide inside. I sucked hard upon his dick as he moves inside me using only my mouth and tongue to pleasure him. Holding me still with handfuls of my hair, he moved within my mouth. Only after a few strokes, he removed his dick. Sliding it across my cheek as he left my mouth trailing the wetness across my cheek.

Moving quickly, I can feel the bed shake as my legs were thrown apart. His entry is hard and deep. Moving my legs to his shoulders, he slowly pulls out, only to ram it back into me. Over and over he moved, making me moan, until he grabbed my hips and started to pound me. Hard, deep, thrusting over and over. Pleasure spreads through me. Feeling another orgasm coming I grind my pelvis against him. 

"There oh god yes there," fell from my lips as the waves of my pleasure burst through me. I can feel him tense as I come, and he shoves once more into me, holding me still. I can hear groaning as his dick jumped inside me.

He pulled out and lay beside me. Panting and exhausted I lie there, still bound and blindfolded. Feeling movements, my arms are released and the blindfold removed. Sitting up, I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the light. Looking over at the person laying beside me, I saw his smile.

"Pretty good for a first date wasn't it?" He asks looking wonderful sprawled beside me. Thick black hair disheveled just so. His blue eyes twinkled like the way he teased me in the hallways at work. Not looking at all like the well-dressed man I usually saw. Lying down across his chest, I idly moved a finger over the heat of his skin.

"I had hoped it was you. So what are we going to do for our second date?"

Raising his arms to hold me against his chest, and bringing his lips close to my ear, he whispers. "Shh" and holds me tight.



You and Me Against the World



"Why are you still here?" She, Judith Chapman, my boss, looked at me from her side of the desk. She had called me into her office to ask me that?

"It's not knocking off time." 

"No, that's not what I meant. You have been working here for the last twenty years, you're getting trampled on by all the young guys clambering up the corporate ladder to success, yet you're still here. Why?"

This is a question that I have been asking myself for years, why the fuck am I still here? It's not that I love my job, I don't hate it but let's face it, when you've been doing the same job for as long as I have, it's hard to love it. It's not as if I'll ever get a promotion to something above my present grade, I'm not young and trendy enough for that. It's not as if the other staff consider me to be a friend. Don't get me wrong, they're polite enough, especially when they're picking my brains about something, but they never ask me to join them for after work drinks.

"If you really want to know, it's because I'm a coward."

"What do you mean?"

"Because I'm scared of leaving and looking for another job. I mean, let's be real here, who in their right mind would take on an old bloke like me, I'm a dinosaur. I can't afford to be out of work."

"I would have thought that you'd be financially secure."

"I would have been except for one thing. My lovely wife wanted a divorce and took me to the cleaners in the process. The house that I had almost paid off, single handedly I might add, suddenly became hers and I was out on the streets with not enough money to start over again with a new mortgage. At my age the chances of getting a mortgage are non-existent, so I'm stuck in a rental house that takes up a large percentage of my money."

"Don't you have family, kids, that you can call on?"

"By the time she'd got through telling them what a bastard I was, they weren't even speaking to me."

"Richard, the real reason that I asked you to come in is . . . Do you know why it is that I'm in this office instead of you?"

"Because I stuffed up my interview? I don't know."

"No. If the truth be known you interviewed better than I did. When Henry resigned he recommended you as his replacement as Manager. For whatever reason, the board had other ideas, they didn't want a Henry clone in the chair, so they insisted on advertising the position. The official explanation was that there was very little difference between us as far as qualifications and experience goes, but mine was as an Office Manager, and that they were introducing what they call an 'affirmative action' policy that says that where two candidates for a position have equal claims, the job should go to the woman to even up the gender imbalance."

"I guess that's fair enough."

"No it's not. You have the right qualifications for this job, and you know more about the running of this organisation than anyone else, you should have got it. I'm not much more than a glorified bean counter."

"What if I don't want the job?"

"Are you telling me that you don't?"

"No, just what if I don't?"

"Well then I guess that you just continue to drift through life as you have done since I've been here. But let me tell you Richard, you're a better man than that. You have the potential to succeed in whatever you put your mind to, it's just a matter of you deciding to do something about it."

"What do you suggest I do? I can just about do my job with my eyes closed."

"That's just it, we need all of the staff to be as efficient as you, that way we can run our business more efficiently."

"Look, years ago I tried to tell one of the new guys how to speed up his throughput, but he told me in no uncertain terms that I was a dinosaur, and that he was top of his class at University and knew all of the latest methods."

"So, how do you do it?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Yes."

"Quantity Surveying is knowing as much about the client as it is about the method. I work with several Architects and Builders that I've known for years. I know both the standard of designs and specifications put out by the Architects, and the standard of workmanship that the Builders insist on. At every step of the construction process each relies on the other, and that makes my life easy. Not only can I take off the exact quantities of materials straight from the drawing, but I can set out such things as timber lengths so that orders can be submitted to the suppliers to minimise handling in the assembly process. For instance," I went and got a plan that I had been working on from my desk, "From this plan I can take measurements of this stud wall and give the timber supplier exact to the millimetre lengths of the top and bottom plates, the wall studs, noggings and cross braces. These builders still use timber bracing. I can also set out the spacing of the studs so that the supplier can cut the housing joints in the plates and in the studs for the braces. Each component of each section of frame is numbered so that the First Fix Carpenters can lay it out and assemble it quickly. I know how long it takes for them to assemble each section of wall frame because I've watched them do it, so I can calculate with a high degree of accuracy, the labour cost involved. These Builders all have a reputation for quality of work with few, if any, add on costs due to unforseen problems. The other thing is that they do not use those pneumatic nail guns that modern house assemblers use."

"But if they don't use nail guns don't they spend a lot of time hammering in nails?"

"No, and this is the good part. One of the Builders used a bit of lateral thinking to come up with a device that can shoot in normal wire nails almost as fast as using a nail gun. The Carpenter feeds a nail into the machine and places the point where the nail is to go and pushes down on the machine and it bangs the nail in. Simple."

"I've never seen anything like that advertised."

"And you won't. The guy that designed it has it patented and has only built enough for the other Builders. He doesn't plan to make any more."

"It must have cost a fortune to develop, surely."

"Not as much as you'd think, the basic operation was modified from existing machines. And the other Builders helped with the development on the understanding that they would be the only ones to have one. The Architects and I helped out as well but we didn't ask for, or expect, any return on our investment apart from exclusive access to work."

"Don't you have problems if the timbers get mixed up?"

"That will never happen. Look at this wall frame," I pointed to a section of wall framing. "The top plates for the outside walls are numbered, starting from '1' in red, to tell the Carpenters which section of the wall it is, then 'TPI' or "TPO to indicate which side faces in or out. The same goes for the bottom plates, except that they are marked 'BPI' and 'BPO'. The studs are numbered from the left always and the cross brace is marked 'I' or 'O' as required. All of the components for each wall section are bundled together so that they can't get mixed up, and transported on site. The Carpenters lay the frame out on the floor, place corner clamps on each corner to ensure that the wall is square and, while one goes around with his tube of construction adhesive squirting a dollop on each joint, another follows him with the nailer. I have seen them assemble and erect a whole section of wall frame in just on twenty minutes."

"But, if the supplier does all of that cutting out, doesn't it cost more for the timber?"

"The initial cost is higher, but because the supplier has the proper machinery to do the job, we find that the added cost is more than defrayed by the on-site cost savings. Swings and roundabouts. I have been to the timber supplier's factory and watched them machining a wall section. Once the plates and studs are cut to length and marked up, the plates are clamped together in special clamps and moved along a bench that has a radial arm saw with a special cutter wheel on it that is set to the width of the housing joint. As the two plates are fed in by an off-sider, the cuts are made, each takes less than five seconds. Once that has been done, the plates are laid on the ground and the studs slotted in. It is squared up and clamped with similar clamps as those that the Carpenters use in assembly, and the cross braces marked out. The studs then go through the same process as the plates, only this time the saw is set at the correct angle for the cut. Even the noggings where the braces cross them, are cut out. All of the housing joints can be cut out in under ten minutes, and the whole process takes little more than fifteen. All the wall framing for a three bedroom house can be cut and packed in under a day. Assembly takes less than a day, so you can see why these guys are so successful, it costs little if any, more than the standard construction, but they can guarantee that every wall is plumb, every corner is square, and it ain't gunna move." 

"Do you know, sitting here with you and listening to you talking about your work, I realise now that you aren't the dull boring old fart that everyone things you are. Underneath that gruff exterior is a man who takes great pride in not only his own work, but supporting others who take similar pride in theirs. This really does confirm what the books tell me."

"What lying books would they be?"

"I need to get to know you much better." She said, changing the subject. "And do you know what I'm going to do?"

"No, but I'm sure that you'll tell me."

"I am going to take you to dinner and, over some truly excellent food and even more excellent wine, you and I are going to get to know each other better."

"Won't your husband get upset if you're going out with me?"

"He would if he ever found out about it, but that would be impossible."

"How can you be sure of that, I could even tell him myself."

"I don't think so, you see he's spread all over the place. I tossed his ashes off a cliff and they blew everywhere."

"Oh. In that case I can't see that there will be a problem if you and I have dinner together, can you?"

"None whatsoever. Shall we go?"

We went. 

She was right, the food was truly excellent, only surpassed by the wine.

"I know that you've had a rough trot of it since your wife decided that you were surplus to requirements and traded you in on a newer model, and that for a while you were a little hard to live with . . . . "

"Only a little, you've obviously been listening to the wrong people. The general consensus being that I was a pain in the arse."

"I was being polite. I fully understand what you were going through, which is more than I can say for your work colleagues. In your position I would have taken a time-out and got away from it all."

"But you aren't me, I couldn't let my clients down."

"I'm sure that they would have understood."

"They did. A meeting of all parties concerned was called at which they unanimously agreed to support me in any way possible while I sorted my life out. This support included dinner invitations on a regular basis and putting me in touch with a computer geek who came up with a program that does most of my work for me. If the truth be known, the majority of my work can be done in half the time that I spend on it, and most of it I do at home. What I do in the office is to mainly check the figures, and to tweak the programme around any design and method changes."

"What I don't understand is, with your knowledge and the system that you have in place, why are you still working for Hallston's?"

"Purely financial. In my divorce settlement, my wife the bitch got half of my Superannuation entitlements up to the date of separation. If I chuck my job in now I'll have bugger all to live on, but if I stick it out until I'm 65, I get my full entitlement, at least what's left of it."

"What do you do with your spare time?"

"I try to play golf as much as possible, I'm not that good at it."

"What's your handicap?"

"Lack of co-ordination mainly. I can tell you after my first tee shot how it's going to go. If I nail that first stroke it has only one way to go from there, downhill."

"I'm sure that it's not that bad. How would you like to play a round with me?"

"When you say 'a round' is that one word or two? We are talking about golf here, aren't we?"

"Yes, I'm talking about golf."

"Well then, yes I would like to play a round with you. When did you have in mind?" I emphasised the 'a round' separation.

"How does Saturday morning sound?"

"Sounds good to me, what time?"

"Early, tee off at 8:30, okay?"

"Sure, where?"

"Grange, do you want to meet me there or would you like me to pick you up on my way past?"

"I would like that, if it's no bother."

"Good, now would you pour me another wine while I go to the 'little girls' room?"

I absent-mindedly poured the wine, the part of my mind that was present and functioning was wondering what was happening here and where it was leading. Until today I was drifting through life on auto-pilot, not taking in what was happening outside my narrow existence, and then, this. I'm not complaining mind you, it's just so unexpected, I didn't even think she knew I existed. We had barely spoken up until today, I certainly hadn't gone out of my way to initiate a conversation with her, and she seemed so preoccupied with running the business that I didn't feel that I should interrupt unless it was necessary."

"That's a relief." She said as she sat down. "What are we having for dessert?"

"I hadn't really thought about it. What are you having?"

"I confess to being partial to their Crème Caramel."

"I'll have the same then." It had been years since I had tasted one of these.

The Waiter was summoned and the order given. "Now where were we? Apart from the odd game of golf, what else do you do in your spare time?"

"I experiment with house designs. I have a home design programme on my computer that I use, it's a glorified CAD programme. The one that I'm working on at present is a sort of radical modern take on a traditional design that is thermally efficient and energy self-sufficient. The basic footprint is a large square and the roof is a square hipped roof. It has a large veranda on all sides the keep the heat from the outer walls. The apex of the roof is a glass pyramid cupola to allow light into the central full height atrium. It is double glazed to reduce heat penetration. The central atrium is octagonal over an open spaced kitchen with a utilities area behind it. One of the Architects has offered his design expertise and experience with the planning process to get the plans through the council approval stage, while one of the builders has offered to build it at, as close to cost as possible. If I work to 65 my Super payout should just about cover it."

"I'd like to see your plans, if you would let me that is."

"I'll bring them in tomorrow."

"I know that you're out of practise at taking a hint. I guess that I'll have to spell it out for you. I would like to see your plans tonight."

"Oh, I don't know about that, my place is not fit for entertaining, housekeeping is not one of my strong points. When I get engrossed in work or a project, it is a fair way down the priority list."

"And you're going to let a little thing like a messy house prevent you from showing off your plans. You'll have to do better than that to keep me from seeing them."

"You don't give up do you? Now I know why you are so good at your job."

"Flattery won't get you out of this." She stood and waited for me to follow suit. As we left the restaurant she signalled, with her index finger waving over the palm of her left hand, that they were to put tonight's meal on her tab. 

"Goodnight Ms Cameron, did you enjoy your meal?"

"Yes, it was excellent, but then I expect nothing less from you."

"Be sure to come again, soon." The Maître D's smiling face bowed slightly to her.

"Always, and you know that."

"You obviously eat here often."

"As often as I feel like."

"Alone, or do you only take guests here to show off?"

"Don't you go getting jealous on me. I have been known to have guests, but mostly it is by myself. It's a case of self-preservation on my part, I'm scared that I might poison myself with my own cooking."

"Come now, it can't be that bad, surely?"

"Almost as bad as your housekeeping."

"And how would you know about . . . ." I stopped, deafened by the penny dropping. She was making sure that I didn't worm my way out of showing her the plans. "All right, I'll show them to you. Do you want to leave your car here and I'll drop you back after you've seen the plans, or would you rather follow me?"

"What I want is to leave my car here and you can drop me here in the morning, on your way to work."

"Oh." My rusted from lack of use brain was slowly realising that she was merely using the plans as an excuse to spend the night with me. I didn't know how to handle this situation. Much as I wanted to feel once more the close personal contact with a woman, a good looking woman I had to admit, I didn't want to relinquish control of my life to her. I have had experience with ceding control to a woman, and it was a bitter experience that I had no great desire for a repetition of, and I know that last sentence was not grammatically, but in correct, but in my confusion I didn't give a shit about syntax. "You'd better come with me then." I'll play it by ear and hope to retain control of the situation.

"You're worried that this is moving too fast for your comfort zone to handle. Don't be, I won't bite you, unless you want me to." 

Damn, she has been skirting around the sexual issue and now, the meaning of that last statement had a definite sexual meaning to it. "No biting, I can't handle pain of any sort."

"Consider me warned. Pleasure it will have to be then." The leer that she gave me left me in no doubt as to her intentions. "Look, to put your mind at ease, I am not some sort of sexual Piranha out to devour any male that I can get my hands on. If the truth be known, I'm as scared of this as you are. I have had nothing more than a couple of casual encounters in the past five years since my husband died, un-satisfactory casual encounters. I have been trying to find someone that I could love and want to be with since then, unsuccessfully until now. I have been keeping an eye on you for some time. There is just so much that you can learn from personnel records, and they don't give you any indication of the real person. Behind that Great Wall of China that you hide behind is a man that I want to get to know very much. Does that scare you?"

"No. I have to admit that I have given no thought to a new relationship and, while I find you interesting, I have deliberately kept my thoughts to myself and you at arm's length. I do not want to expose myself to a woman ever again." 

"Does that mean? No scrub that, I won't mention sex again."

"Here we are." I said as I turned into my driveway. "It's nothing fancy, I wasn't looking to impress when I leased it."

I opened the front door and ushered her inside. She looked around as she took her coat off and draped it over a lounge chair. "Nice, messy but nice. It has that lived in look." She had run a finger along the shelf that contained my collection of vinyl albums and looked closely at it. "No dust."

"Would you like a cup of coffee before you look at the plans, or after?" I asked.

"How about during." 

I went into the kitchen to make the coffee, "It's only instant I'm afraid." I called over my shoulder as I spooned coffee into cups.

"Instant's fine. You've got some good stuff here." She said, reading an album cover.

"Yeah, I've been collecting since I was a kid and just couldn't stop. On weekends I trawl garage sales looking for good quality albums, I have over 300 at last count."




You and Me Against the World



"Do you ever listen to them?"

"Only on special occasions. Most of them have been burnt to CD so that I don't damage the albums by playing them too much. I think that there is a better sound quality from vinyl played on a good turntable through good speakers."

"And you have all of that of course?"

"Of course."

"Do you mind if I play something?"

"No, help yourself." What else could I say? I wasn't going to tell my boss to get her sticky fingers off my good albums. Soon the house was filled by the sounds of Arthur Feidler and the Boston Pops playing 'Rhapsody in Blue'. "What made you choose that?" I asked as I walked into the living room with a tray on which were two cups of coffee, milk, sugar and a plate with a couple of slices of cake.

"Memories." Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face as she swayed to the music.

"Good ones obviously."

"The best." She was quiet for several minutes. "Now I'm going to have to add tonight to those best memories." The record had finished, and the coffee approaching cold, before she had finished formatting the blank file in her personal memory bank ready to add tonight, and what I assumed was about to happen, to it. The arm lifted off the record and the turntable switched itself off, bringing her back to the present time. 

"I'll nuke this coffee and bring it back to a drinkable temperature, shall I?"

"Forget the coffee, show me your plans."

I led her to my office that was dominated by a large drafting table. I took a document tube from a shelf, extracted the plans and spread them on the table, turning the shielded light on in the process.

"I'm surprised that you have a drafting table, I thought that you did everything on a computer."

"I do my rough sketches on this before I commit anything to the computer, I find it hard to visualise anything on a screen. Once I see the rough sketch on paper I then set about inputting it onto my computer. When I'm finished and happy with the result, I load the files onto a memory card and take it to one of my Architect friends, and he runs them off on his plan printer, and I end up with something like this."

"This is very impressive. I see what you mean about a modern take on a traditional design. Very energy efficient I think."

"Yes. The veranda all around keeps the sun off the outer walls in the summer and allows the sun on them in winter. Those moveable louvres along the top, under the gutters, are tilted down in the summer keeping the sun from the lower half of the wall. There are ventilators that expel any warm air that penetrates through the block work outer wall before it can penetrate the inner walls. In the winter the sun is allowed onto the outer wall and the warm air rises in the cavity and is then directed into the rooms. It is an ambient heating system on a large scale. This will cut down on the energy usage and costs quite significantly."

She looked closely at the plans and the detail drawings, making comments and asking questions as she went. Eventually she stood up and looked at me. "This is very impressive, why is it that you never studied Architecture?"

"If you look closely at these plans you'll realise that, apart from a few innovations of my own, this is made up from a collection of other people's ideas. I began studying Architecture but found the pressure of coming up with new ideas all the time was very stressful. The other side of the coin, working on a production line, I found too boring. With Quantity Surveying, at least doing it my way, allows me to be involved in the whole process from design to completion."

"You are an amazing man, do you know that? Nothing like those young guys at work think at all. To them you're an old man who has outlived his usefulness and is holding out for a redundancy package. To me you are a man who has taken a huge kick to the guts and is struggling to come to terms with his situation. Let me tell you this Richard, you have more living to do before you're ready to pull up stumps, (retire, a cricketing term meaning to end the game) and I predict that you will live it to the full."

"And how am I expected to do that?"

"Firstly by letting me help you to realise what living life to the full is all about." She kissed me, long, hard, and passionately.

"Wait, stop." I said as soon as my lips were free to move. "I don't think that this is such a good idea, after all you are my boss, have you stopped to think what the rest of the staff would think?"

"Who gives a shit what they think. I have been having thoughts, lustful thoughts, about you for some time just waiting for the opportunity to do something about it."

"But what about our age difference?" I was scared and fishing for an excuse to stop this before it got out of hand.

"Again, who gives a shit, I certainly don't. You are not that much older than me, the age gap between me and my former husband was even greater." That's another excuse gone.

"What if I can't perform in bed? It has been a while and I don't want to embarrass myself when the time comes."

"Sex isn't everything. You're forgetting that I have done without for almost as long as you. What if I can't perform to your satisfaction? It's a two way street and we have to meet without hurting each other. If you're scared of the repercussions, why don't we just sleep together, no sex."

"No touching involved?" I was still trying to get out of this.

"I draw the line at no touching, I want to feel your body next to mine. Agreed?"

"Okay, agreed."

"Hooray! What are we waiting for?" She had me by the hand, leading me to where she knew my bedroom to be. "One more thing, don't be too disappointed by my boobs, they aren't my best features."

"Then you are not to be too disappointed with my equipment either, I'd never make it as a porn star, a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers is what I need to find it, I shave my pubes and the hair that bleeds is it." I was prattling to hide how scared I was feeling right now.

"We shall see what we shall see." She had stripped off and stood in front of me.

"You have had a few problems I see."

"Yes, I had to have a partial mastectomy to get rid of a lump, it's not a pretty sight."

"I don't know, okay there's a scar, sure, but it doesn't detract from you the person. I know that it's a cliché, but beauty is only skin deep, no-one is perfect, we all have imperfections and we have to understand that we have to live in the body that we're given. Those women who look at a Photo-shopped image and go under the knife in an attempt to achieve the same image usually end up looking worse. I could spend a lot of money having hair implants, or getting my penis enlarged, for what? Hair can be a pain in the arse, you have to wash it all the time and pay through the nose for some Hairdresser to trim it, I just give myself a number 2 every couple of months and Bob's your uncle. As for the other, I have found it to be adequate to the occasion. As long as both of us get some sort of physical benefit from the loving I can't see that there should be a problem." Did I actually say 'us'?

"You said us." She had noticed. "Does that mean that you want to try it out on me?"

"Yes, but not tonight, I think that it's a little too soon for that." 

"I hope you don't mind, I sleep in the nude."

"You don't believe in making it hard for a bloke, do you? I suppose you want me to reciprocate, is that it?"

"Of course, now stop farting around and let's get to bed and get some sleep." She climbed into my bed and pulled the sheets up as far as they could go. I slid in beside her and was immediately hugged by her.

"No fair." I mumbled as she went to work on me, stroking him and hoping for a response. I wasn't sure that he would rise to the occasion but he surprised me.

"I think that he's more than adequate." 

I had to admit that he hadn't felt anything like this for years. What is a man to do? I kissed her and my hands fondled her breasts. A hand reached up and held one of mine hard against a breast. "What's the matter, do you want me to stop?"

"Do that and you're dead meat. I just want to savour the moment for a while before I allow you to shove your more than adequate cock into my dying of starvation pussy."

"Dying of starvation eh?" A hand had reached her pussy. "It's certainly not dehydrated." 

"You'd noticed, had you?"

"A bit hard not to." I had two fingers inside her and gave them a couple of shoves into her that brought a sob from her.

"I can't wait any longer for you." Her legs were wide apart and she was urging me onto her. He slid, with little resistance, deep into her moist pussy. "Oh my god that feels so good, it was worth the wait."

Of necessity, we made slow love, satisfyingly slow love, until he opened the floodgates and several year's accumulation of passion and come flooded into her writhing body.

"Fuck that was just what a girl like me needed right now. Thank you." She went quiet and I could hear her breathing slowing to a normal level.

"That's nice, now can we go to sleep?" I got no reply, she was already asleep.

I was awake. I had been woken in the nicest possible way, my now erect cock was surrounded by a warm moist covering and I felt this small vibration going right the way along its full length. It took a while, and it wasn't until my faculties had kicked into gear that I realised that she was humming a tune on him. I couldn't hear what it was but the sensation was something else again. I reached down to raise her head from him when he beat me to it and unloaded a load of come into her mouth. "It's about time you woke up, I've been playing with him for hours." She smiled at me and pushed some of my come between her teeth before sucking the whole lot back into her mouth and swallowing it.

"I have never been woken like this before, it's usually my alarm clock. I'm not complaining mind you, I could even get to like it."

"Don't get your hopes too high, this was a once off, unless of course the mood takes us down that path. I used to do that for my husband on special occasions, but then he asked me to stop. That coincided with him not wanting to love me anymore."

"But I thought, didn't you tell me, that yours was a happy marriage?"

"The bits that I chose to remember were happy. But then the big 'C' intervened and after my operation he went right off me, he told me that I was no longer a complete woman. Can you imagine how much that hurt me?"

"Probably about as much as being told by my wife that she had found someone better than me, and that she wanted to marry him."

"We're a sorry excuse for a couple, aren't we?" She kissed me before getting out of bed. "We are going to have to scramble if we're going to get to work on time. Don't forget we have to pick up my car."

"Do we have to? Can't we leave it there until this afternoon, and that will save us a bit of time." She was just about to agree when I beat her to the punch. "On the other hand, I think that it's about time that you meet a couple of Hallston's better clients?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'll make an appointment for us to meet with Geoff Bridewell of Bridewell and Associates and, if possible some of his builders. We can discuss our long term relationship with them."

"That's something that I was meaning to ask you, I couldn't find a formal contract between Hallston's and any of the Architects that you deal with."

"That's because there is none. Back in the day when this all began, we had a highly motivated young Quantity Surveyor who decided to branch out on his own. He went through the company files and contacted all of the clients, trying to grab them for himself. Henry and I went to my little group of clients and discussed the situation with them and decided that we'd enter into a handshake agreement with them so that there would be no formal record of our arrangements, that way any future employee would not be able to try and steal them from us. It's worked pretty well for the past fifteen years."

I dropped Judith off some fifty metres from work so that we weren't seen arriving together.

I cranked up my computer and went through the waiting emails before checking any phone messages. Answering these took up half an hour, and then I got on the phone to Geoff at Bridewell and Associates. "Geoff, Richard, yes that Richard. The reason for this call is that I think that it's high time that you guys met my boss Judith Cameron."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong, she's just curious about the fact that we have been working together on projects for years and the company knows little about our arrangements, just that you and the other guys shovel enough work my way to keep me off the streets and out of the poor house and provide Hallston's with a comfortable profit. Don't worry that she's a woman with an Office Management background rather than Architectural, she knows her job and does it extremely well."

"Is there more to this than you're telling me?"

I ignored the question. "When can we meet?"

"How about lunch at the Nosh Pit, at say 12:30?"

"Great, we'll see you then." The Nosh Pit eh? It was a new Restaurant that had been getting rave reviews in the trade papers for its innovative cuisine, based around organically produced fresh local produce. Its prices weren't cheap, sort of mid-range, set to keep out the riff-raff as well as those people who only dine at places whose prices are so high that only the rich who want to be noticed dine there.

I pushed the intercom button and got Judith. "Hi lover, I enjoyed last night very much."

"So you told me a thousand times this morning. Are you free for lunch?"

"Yes, where are you taking me?"

"We are dining with Geoff Bridewell, and possibly a couple of others, at the Nosh Pit."

"Sounds great, you'll have to take me remember, we have to pick up my car."

"I think that we should let the staff know that this is a business lunch and not, you know, something more personal."

"You're right, we don't want to gross them out too soon now, do we?"

When we arrived we found Geoff seated at a table with three other men. "Hi, Richard, good to see you again, I must say that you are looking much better than the last time we met. This lady must have something to do with this."

"Hi Geoff, I'd like you to meet my boss Judith Cameron, Judith this is Geoff Bridewell, and these other gentlemen are Robert Farquhar from Jones and Farquhar, and Milton Robertson from the company of the same name."

"Please to meet you gentlemen, Richard has told me a lot about you, and I've been dying to meet you for some time. He just hasn't seen fit for this to happen." She extended her hand to each of them. We sat. Geoff signalled the waiter to bring the menus to us.

"You men and Richard have worked together for some time I gather?"

"Yes, since not long after he started with Hallston's. He impressed us all with his knowledge of his job and the interest that he had in how we had worked closely with our chosen Builders for some time. We each gave him an assignment, just to check him out, and found that he was quicker and more accurate with his estimations. Then when he asked us if he could go on site and see how the Builders operated, we let him. He explained to us that he could get a more accurate estimation of the labour component of the estimations if he could see how they worked. This prove to be the case and we, as a group, decided that it would be he, an only he, who would get our work. Henry had no problem with that arrangement and a long term business relationship was born. It has since then develop into a more personal relationship, he has helped us from time to time with suggestions on how to improve our designs, and to the Builders on speeding up the building process without compromising on quality."

"And you helped him out when he needed it I understand."

"Yes, we could do no less for a friend." 

The food ordered, we settled into polite conversation as the three of them sounded Judith out to try to find where she sat and what her ideas were.

It was after dessert and over coffee that she spelt it out for us. "I have been looking over the Hallston's performance of late, and I'm not happy with what I see." That got there attention, and mine. Where was this going? "The company is performing adequately, but there are inherent problems in the management structure. To put it bluntly, there is too much dead wood, both at Board level and among the staff. At times of building boom there is an increased demand for the services of Quantity Surveyors. To meet these demands the industry can do one of two things, employ more staff, or work smarter with what we have. The former method has its own problems, what we are seeing is a dynamic progression of young, inexperienced staff, all scrambling for better paid positions and using companies such as Hallston's to achieve that. I firmly believe that the second method is the better of the two, because it provides stability within the company and with its clients. They are not confronted with a new person each time they need a job done." She got a nodded agreement from the others.

"What are you proposing?"

"As I've come to know and better appreciate Richard, two things stand out. His working relationship with you three and with the Builders is as near to perfect as I can envisage. The second is that it will take a twenty megaton rocket up his arse to get him to help me to achieve greater efficiencies within this arrangement. He gets paid a base salary that is actually less than that offered to new graduates, simply because he is comfortable with what he's getting and doesn't appreciate that he is worth more than they are. I don't know, and I don't want to know, if you guys slip him a little sweetener from time to time, I suspect not because that's not how he works, but he should be getting more. Geoff, you're aware of his new house design, I've seen it and I'm impressed, not the least of which are the new and radical energy saving features that he has built into it. The bottom line is that he will probably never, even with the assistance that you have volunteered, be able to afford it."

I was feeling embarrassed at what she was saying, while at the same time honoured that she should be doing this for me.

"What I'm going to propose to you three is not going to cost you one cent more than you are presently paying." That got their attention. "What I am proposing is to, with your assistance, assemble the twenty megaton rocket and convince this coward that he can do better for himself."

"And how are we supposed to do that? We all know what a stubborn fool he can be at times." 

"My aim is to convince him that he and I can set up our own business and cut out the middleman. Richard's salary is around half of what you pay Hallston's. That money will be better in his pockets, not their's."

"Agreed." Geoff said.

"The work that he does for you three is not quite enough for him to make a comfortable living, close but no cigar. Now, if he had his own business and you still paid what you are paying now, there'll be enough for him to live comfortably. If we could find one or two more Architects, prepared to give us their work, then we would be able to live very comfortably. It would have to be someone that agrees with your methods. Do you know of any such firms?" That's really putting them on the spot, do they want to have someone join them?

"Thank God for this woman Richard." Milton said. "We've been wondering when you'd see the light. Hallston's do absolutely nothing for the money that we pay them, apart from sending the invoice. You do all the work, and with the systems and procedures that you have implemented, you do it very efficiently and accurately."

"Extremely efficiently don't you mean?" I asked.




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"All right, extremely efficiently. Without you working with us we would not work as efficiently as we do, and you save us a considerable amount of money. I don't know about these two, but I would be willing to cut you in on our cost efficiencies, say 30%." The other two nodded their agreement.

"No guys, I can't accept that, after all I'm only doing my job."

"Look," Robert said. "You may think that you're just doing your job, but you've gone over and above the call of duty so to speak. If one of our employees had come up with a system that had the potential to save us a significant amount of money, we would consider an adequate form of remuneration for his efforts. All that Milton is suggesting is that the same principle should apply to you. Would you accept an ex-gracia payment commensurate with the cost savings?"

"I'll think about it, okay?"

"He'll accept." Judith said on my behalf.

"And another thing, I think that the Builders should chip in as well, after all you've saved them a lot as well. I'll have a chat to my guys this afternoon."

I was about to protest but Judith kicked me in the shins to stop me. "We'll work on setting up our business, stuff like a Business Name, design of stationery, furniture and fittings, IT gear. We'll have to start looking for an office as soon as the decision is made to give up our current jobs." She caught the expression on my face. "You didn't honestly think that I was going to stay at Hallston's after you'd left, and watch the business go in ever decreasing circles until it disappears up its own fundament, did you? No mate, you go, I go, understand?" I caught the glances that were exchanged between the three Architects. I might be slow at times, but I got the distinct impression that they thought that there was more to me and Judith than we had let on.

"You two, is there something that we should know about?"

"When there is we'll let you know."

"But you won't rule out the possibilities then?"

I was waiting for the kick to tell me to shut up, but it didn't come. Does this mean that she is under the impression that there is more to this? "We shall see what we shall see, but we won't rule anything out."

"Great! That means that we won't have to keep trying to set you up with some woman at our barbecues."

This was getting too much for me. They were trying to set me up? The bastards. I looked at my watch. "It's time that we were getting back to work." I said to Judith, tapping my watch-face.

"I'm your boss and genetic superior, allow me to decide when it's time."

"How long did you say that you've known each other?" Geoff asked.

Judith got in ahead of me. "We've worked together for the past couple of years, but we've only got to know each other, really know each other since last night."

"I knew it." Geoff said. "I could see something different in Richard. You got laid last night, didn't you?"

"Yes he did, and let me tell you, he's no slouch in the cot either."

"Well I for one say good luck to the two of you and we look forward to working directly with you."

"What the hell happened there?" I asked Judith as we left the restaurant.

"What happened Richard, was the beginning of the realisation of your dream. You and I going are to take on the world, you'd better hang on to your hat, because it could be a bumpy ride."

"In what way?"

"You don't honestly think that Hallston's are going to take the loss of their star player lightly do you?"

"They don't even know that I exist, so why should it bother them? I would have thought that they would be glad to see the back of me."

"Not when they get the monthly performance data after we leave. I predict that, if they haven't already done it, that will trigger them scurrying off to the Lawyers to see if they can take out an injunction preventing us from going in to business in opposition to them, especially as we're taking their best and most consistent clients with us."

"But if there is no formal arrangement between Hallston's and them, how can they claim that we were stealing their clients?"

"They will think that they can because they probably don't realise that there is no formal arrangement, and if they try it we can counter with a suit for restraint of trade."

"This isn't something that's come to you in the past twenty-four hours is it?"

"No, I've been thinking about it for some time." We had arrived back at work, we still hadn't picked up her car, so further discussion on the topic had to be shelved for some time and we had to behave as if nothing was going on between us.

At just after 4:00 I got a call from Geoff. "Richard, I think I've found the perfect office for you, It's in our building, up on the third floor, when can you come and have a look at it?"

"Why do I get the impression that you're more anxious about this happening than I am?"

"Because we've wanted you to do this for ages. Now when can you come over to have a look at it?"

"How about after work this evening, will that be too late?"

"No, that's fine. I'll let the building manager know that I might have found a new tenant for him. He'll be pleased because it has only just today become vacant, so he won't have to advertise it through an agent."

"I'll let Judith know, we'll see you later."

During the tea break Judith came in just after me, that gave the other staff time to leave me alone. "Geoff has found us an office in his building, he wants us to go over and check it out after work, will that be a problem for you?"

"No, why should it be? I get to be with you again, and we're getting even closer to getting out of this place. Have you given any thought to our business name?"

"I thought that Chapman Sedgwick sort of rolls of the tongue nicely, and that Chapman is closer to the top of the directory listings than Sedgwick. What do you think about that?"

"I thought that Sedgwick and Associates sounded good, after all, you're the head honcho."

"I have to disagree with you on that one. You my dear (did I just call her that?) are the driving force of this enterprise. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist on my idea."

"Well, if you insist." I was surprised that she gave in so easily. This is a first for me. It is the first time that I have insisted on having my own way with a woman, normally I'm that scared of upsetting them that I bow to their decision. 

Geoff met us at the front door of his office building and took us up to the third floor. It wasn't a huge space as offices go, but then there would only be the two of us initially. "Well, what do you think?"

"I like it. What about the services, phone lines and data cabling, you know, the usual stuff?"

"That's all here, plus you have your own mini-kitchen, there won't be any banquets or anything like that, and toilet facilities. What more could you ask for?"

"What sort of rent are we looking at?"

"As a favour to me for finding a tenant so quickly, the agent has arranged for the first six months to be rent free, and after that he's open to negotiations."

"What? I can't believe it. My experience with landlords is that they're a mob of tight arses, give you nothing and take you nowhere."

"How dare you talk about your best friend like that."

"What?"

"Why do you keep saying that? Yes, I own the building. The previous tenant was kicked out yesterday for non-payment of rent, he was never going to make it, he had all of the business acumen of a newt. Well, are you going to take it?"

I looked at Judith, she looked at me, smiled at me and nodded. Chapman Sedgwick now had an office. Things were moving ahead in leaps and bounds.

I had almost arrived home when I got the distinct feeling that I had forgotten something. "Have I forgotten something?" I asked Judith.

"We haven't picked up my car yet." I slammed on the brakes and hit my indicator to turn around. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get your car."

"We can pick it up in the morning."

We completely forgot it, again. In our defence we were running very late. Neither of us seemed to be able to find the motivation to get out of bed. As it was we skipped breakfast.

We got to Judith's house before we remembered her car. "I'll fix this." Judith said. She had a whiteboard stuck on her fridge door, so she wrote in big letters; 'PICK UP CAR'. We didn't need the sign because just as we were thinking of giving her bed a bit of a workout there was a knock on her door. It was the police wanting to see if everything was okay because the owner of the restaurant that we'd gone to that first night had noticed her car was still in the car park. "He was concerned because you were with a man that they hadn't seen before, and it was way out of character for you to leave the car there without notifying them that everything was under control."

"Yes, everything is very much under control, it's just that I have been extremely busy over the past couple of days and haven't had time to collect it. I'll pick it up tomorrow without fail."

"It would be a good idea to let the restaurant people know if you intend to leave it there for any length of time in future." He said.

"I will, and thank you."

"Don't thank me, thank them, they must care for you to take the trouble to check up on you. You might even think about leaving your phone number with them so that they don't have to bother us in future."

"I'll do that next time I'm in there."

Geoff designed the office fit-out in the usual way, with a slight difference. We were trialling a new system that I'd been working on with my computer guru. All walls and partitions were measured with a laser measure that stored the dimensions, including the heights. These plans were downloaded onto my computer, and the sizing programme that I had installed, printed out cut sizes for all of the framing timbers, timber and glass panels and doors. These were sent to the timber and hardware suppliers to be cut, and the materials were delivered the next day. The following day one of his contractors came in and assembled the lot. We went around that evening and were suitably impressed, everything had fitted. It was now time for a full scale trial.

An IT contractor came in the following day and set up for phone and data cabling and the Telco installed the Wi-Fi modem. We were wired for business, it was now time to bite the bullet and resign from my present job.

My formal resignation, citing 'personal reasons' had barely hit the Chairman's desk when he was on the phone. "Why are you leaving?"

"It is a personal matter that I am not prepared to discuss at this time." Fat chance I would discuss anything personal with him, he had never shown the slightest interest in me in the whole time I'd been there. "I have given a week's notice and would appreciate it if you have all monies and entitlements calculated and deposited in my account before I leave."

"In return, we would appreciate it if you left all the details of your regular clients with us so that Hallston's can continue to do business with them."

"Very well, I have to warn you that there is no formal arrangements with them and they have indicated that they may shop around for an alternate Quantity Surveyor."

"Have they indicated this to you?"

"Yes."

"But why, are they dis-satisfied with the service that they've received from us in the past?"

"Not to my knowledge. I would suggest that you should take that up with them personally."

Judith's resignation really set a cat amongst the pigeons. "What is happening here? First Richard has resigned, and now you."

"It's a personal matter that I'm not prepared to discuss."

"Does this personal matter involve Richard, have you two had problems?"

"On the contrary, I have found working with him to have been a wonderful experience, one that I would wish could continue."

"I suppose that we will have to advertise for replacements for both the positions."

"I suggest that you should do that as soon as possible."

"Richard has intimated that his regular clients may not wish to continue using Hallston's, do you know anything about this?"

"I suggest that this is a matter that you should discuss with them. To the best of my knowledge they are happy with the service that Richard has provided for them."

It hit the fan the next day. "Judith, would you come to my office, and bring Richard with you."

We were met by the full board. The Chairman was angry. "What are you two up to?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I have had interesting conversations with Bridewell's, Jones and Farquhar, and Milton Robertson, and they have all told me the same thing, that they no longer wish to do business with Hallston's and reserve the right to take their business elsewhere, would you hazard a guess where they are taking their business?"

"Don't tell me, let me guess, would it be Chapman Sedgwick by any chance?"

"You know damn well that it is. Now listen to me the both of you, I forbid this, there's a law against poaching business from your previous employer, and if what we've been told is true, then we'll see the pair of you in court."

"You should seek legal advice before you leap into litigation, we didn't choose them, it was them that chose us. It was the three of them that came to us with the suggestion that if we set up our own business they would transfer their business to us. It is their prerogative and they are simply exercising that prerogative. I must admit that I hadn't contemplated this move until it was put to me. The reason that they gave was that there was a very strong working relationship between us and they wanted to formalise that. There was no formal provider/client relationship between Hallston's and them, all dealings that they had with this company, after a disastrous episode involving one of your young hot-shot graduates, has been directly and exclusively with me. If they wish to continue that relationship then I am not going to stand in their way."

"We'll see about that. I think that it will be best for the both of you to clear out your desks and leave today."

"Very well, we will leave as soon as possible."

"And you will leave all outstanding projects that you are working on for those Architects, they are the property of this company."

"There are no current projects."

"But, when we checked yesterday, there was one for Bridewell's and one for Milton Robertson on the books."

"They have both been completed and results forwarded to them."

"That's impossible, you've only had them for two days, and there is no way that you could complete them in that time."

"There is, and I did."

"If you have developed a system that can achieve that sort of result, then that is the property of this company."

"I think not. If you want to test that in court, be my guest." I was confident that they would not proceed, and even more confident that, if they did, they would be unsuccessful.

We packed our gear and left the office, followed by the puzzled stares of the other staff.

By pooling our resources we managed to get the furniture in place and a new computer system installed and running, including a plan printer. The paint was dry and everything was in readiness for us to move in. We moved everything that we had brought with us from Hallston's into the new accommodation on Thursday, locked the doors, left the keys with Geoff and took ourselves off for a couple of days of fun and frivolity before beginning this new phase in our lives.

It was a quiet little B & B on the coast overlooking a sandy beach with headlands at each end. There was a hotel that served up good meals in its Dining Room and had an excellent wine list. We walked and talked along the beach for hours, the sand between our toes, the wind and spray in our hair, what there was of it in my case, the sounds of seagulls in our ears. Between times we had breakfast provided, lunch was at a small fish café on the foreshore and dinner at the hotel, followed by bed, a large comfortable bed, and a bed designed for the sort of action that we indulged in. 

It was during the quiet time following our individual and simultaneous orgasms that the decision was made that we should marry. "While I don't think that it's imperative, I would love us to get married. Judith, will you marry me?"

"Richard, of course I will. I have been luxuriating in just being with you for the past couple of days and thinking to myself that it can't get much better than this, and you go and prove me wrong. It has just got better." She climbed on top of me and kissed me. "We must look a treat, me with my less than perfect boobs swaying in the breeze, you with the light glistening off your head, we're a couple of silly old farts acting like teenagers who've sneaked off for a dirty weekend away from their parents."

I kissed her mildly deformed breast. "They are beautiful breasts, not perfect, but beautiful nonetheless. So what if they bounce a little more than they would have when you were younger, that is just a part of growing old that we can't do much about. I, for one, am going to enjoy looking at them, and touching them, and kissing them." I punctuated my comments by kissing her nipples in turn. Judith smiled down at me and her hips began to move, encouraging little dick into further action. At the rate that we were going we'd need another week off, just to recover.

The time that it takes to plunge from euphoria to despair is, it turns out, around fifteen minutes. We had just opened the office when a man appeared at the front desk. We were presented with a Court Injunction preventing us from entering into any formal arrangements with Bridewell and Associates, Jones and Farquhar, and Milton Robertson. A court date for hearing of this injunction was set for Tuesday at 10:00. It was time to marshal the reinforcements.

The Magistrate sat behind his desk and put the injunction down to look at Hallston's Solicitor. "In this injunction you claim that the Defendants not only poached your clients, but took with them when they left, certain computer systems that you claim are the property of Hallston's, would you like to explain to this to the court?"

"Mr Sedgwick has been an employee of Hallston's for some time, and during his tenure with the company, he did design some systems that he used to, he claims, significantly speed up the processes associated with his work. We, the Plaintiffs, claim that this was developed as an employee of this company and, as per the employer/employee agreement, remains the property of the company. As to the poaching of Hallston's clients, these companies have employed Hallston's over the past twenty years to carry out Quantity Survey work for them. They were clients even before Mr Sedgwick began working for Hallston's, they were Hallston clients."

George Bradford, the solicitor hired to represent us in this matter, rose to his feet. "Hallston's claim that Mr Sedgwick developed the systems as an employee of Hallston's and because of this they remain the property of that company. Mr Sedgwick did not develop any of the systems in question, he merely, at the request of the System Engineer, act as one of several consultants hired to provide input as to the functions carried out in the Quantity Surveying section of an over an all-encompassing process. This system is a registered design of the developers, not Mr Sedgwick. As to the other matter. Some twenty years ago Mr Sedgwick came to work for Hallston's. It is true that the client relationship existed with Hallston's and several Architectural companies, in particular Bridewell and Associates. It was early on in his tenure that the Principal, Geoffrey Bridewell, realised that Mr Sedgwick demonstrated capabilities at a higher level than the other Quantity Surveyors employed at that time. He also demonstrated an interest in learning more about the whole construction process from the concept plans to completion to further enhance his efficiency. This was encouraged by his previous boss Henry Hallston. Following submissions from these clients, Henry Hallston entered into a separate agreement between them that ensured that, while the financial side of the agreement remained the same, the actual work would be carried out by Mr Richard Sedgwick, and following his separation from Hallston's would transfer to him, or to a third party. Under no circumstances would it remain with Hallston's."




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"Why would they do that?" The Magistrate asked.

"Because, early on in his employ Mr Sedgwick approached Henry Hallston and mentioned that he had been approached to act as a consultant in the development of an improved system. Mr Hallston approached the company Board to seek approval for this to happen, but this approval was rejected on the basis that, they would not be a party to any development that was not exclusive to them. Henry entered into a private arrangement and cancelled the existing formal agreement between the companies involved. The Board accepted this arrangement as long as the financial agreements were maintained. When Henry Hallston retired he recommended that Richard Sedgwick be employed to replace him, but given the somewhat frosty relationship between himself and Hallston's his recommendation was overlooked and Ms Judith Cameron was employed in that position."

"Ms Cameron observed over time that, while he freely offered his input into the running of the business, this input was declined by management and the younger, less experienced Quantity Surveyors employed by Hallston's. While there was never any friction between employees, there was no inclusion of Mr Sedgwick, he was considered by the younger staff as a dinosaur, even though his understanding of the latest in computer technology was greater than theirs. Ms Cameron sought to find out more about the relationship between Mr Sedgwick and his regular clients, and it was during discussions that the clients encouraged them both to separate themselves from Hallston's and create their own Quantity Surveying company. So you see, this all came about because Hallston's failed to recognise that Mr Sedgwick had a lot more to offer the Quantity Surveying profession than they gave him credit for. Now they wish to prevent Cameron Sedgwick from carrying out business that was formed specifically as a result of their lack of appreciation for all of the work provided by Mr Sedgwick over the past twenty years. They have not increased his salary in the past five years even though, to attract new graduates they have offered, and paid, a higher salary. I don't think that they should be surprised that, having abused him that he should want to run away."

"While Hallston's concede that there could be some justification for Mr Sedgwick and Ms Cameron resigning from the company, the fact of the matter is that Mr Sedgwick was still an employee, and the employer/employee agreement states that any development made while employed by the company remains the property of the company."

"Be that as it may, if Hallston's had taken a closer look at that employment agreement they would have realise that, fifteen years ago it changed. Mr Sedgwick was not an employee of Hallston's, but a sub-contractor. While they continued to pay him, he provided, using his knowledge and expertise, a service. This agreement is, along with the memo from Henry Hallston to the company board, offering to allow Mr Sedgwick to act as a consultant in the development of a new and improved system, and the memo in reply rejecting that proposition is in this file." He passed it to the Magistrate. "We move to have the injunction lifted on the grounds that to maintain it constitutes a restraint of trade."

The magistrate read the files and looked at both Solicitors. "I rule that the injunction be lifted, effective immediately." His gavel dismissed both parties.

Tuesday night was party night at Judith's, and now my, favourite restaurant. Included was Geoff, Robert and Milton, along with their wives and five of the Builders employed by the Architects, those who were the ones that could drop everything at short notice to join us. The others would get together on Saturday for a barbeque at Milton's. A sign on the door, announcing that the restaurant was closed for a private function, kept any interlopers at bay.

At around 10:00 I tapped my glass with a spoon. "Could I have your attention please?"

"Who is this guy interrupting our party?" Someone asked. "Shush." Someone else said.

"Ladies and gentlemen." 

"Where?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, we, Judith and I, have an important announcement. We are going to get married as soon as possible."

"Don't tell us that you have to?" Was heard above the cheers.

"No we don't have to, but we do want to." Judith said as she rose and stood beside me and I kissed her.

Wednesday morning, and a very seedy Judith and I called in to see an equally seedy Geoff Bridewell on our way up to our office. "I was pacing myself well until you made that announcement, and then I seemed to lose count of how much I had to drink. Luckily Lucy (his wife) was the designated driver, otherwise I would have had to call a taxi. Surprisingly enough she didn't give me a hard time this morning."

"We fully understand, we had to catch a taxi, we couldn't find Judith's car. We left it somewhere. You don't remember having seen it, do you?"



You and Me... and Her



Mmmm, let's go out tonight and see if we meet anyone interesting...

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You and Me and Her and...



As I sucked on the clit of a redheaded woman who I'd met only an hour before, I thought of Marcel and smiled. He would have loved to see me with another woman. Too fucking bad he blew it. His loss, I shrugged as I licked her pussy like a bowl of milk.

Trouble had been brewing for a couple of months. The night Marcel left me to go back to his ex-wife I was on my way to polishing off half a bottle of tequila and having myself a pity party. That's when my girlfriend Lindsey dropped by and saved me from myself. "Girl, you need a good fucking to help you forget about Marcel," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "A man is the last thing I need," I replied.

"Who said anything about men?" Lindsey asked with a wicked grin. She knew that I was bi-curious but until now too chickenshit to do anything about it.

"Oh, why not?" I sighed.

"Yeah!" Lindsey exclaimed. "Clean yourself up. We're going to a party."

I put on clothes and make-up and was out the door in 30 minutes. I peppered Lindsey with questions on the drive to the party. Her only response was "you'll see." Soon we were parking in the grassy lot behind a nice little house. As we walked to the front door I noticed that all the blinds were down and the curtains closed for privacy. Somehow, knowing I was entering a clandestine world made my pussy tingle.

Lindsey took me by the hand and led me inside. Women in all manner of negligee sat around in easy chairs and sofas like items on a menu. A pussy buffet. My nipples were getting hard and my cunt was a-tingling again. I caught the eye of a voluptuous redhead and she winked at me. I blushed a deep crimson.

Then Lindsey was introducing me. "Girls, this is Kathy," she said, "and this is her first time at a sex party. Be gentle with her." She squeezed my bottom. "At first, anyway," she added with a laugh. Then she released her grip on my hand and joined a brunette woman on a love seat.

A blonde woman came up and gave me a friendly hug. Maybe it was the tequila in my veins, but I thought 'what the hell' and kissed her. To my pleasant surprise, she kissed me back. Kissing her gave me a liberating, exhilarating feeling. As we kissed I expected to hear gasps of shock for some reason but everyone acted like me kissing a woman was the most natural thing in the world.

When we eventually broke our kiss the blonde introduced herself as Kristen. "Pleased to meet you," I grinned. Kristen gave me a tour of the house. Watching her move, I became highly aroused. At the end of the tour I couldn't hold back anymore so I looked Kristen in the eye, took her hands in mine and placed them on my C-cup breasts. To my pleasant surprise she didn't pull back but began kneading them gently as she came closer until our faces were inches apart. I pulled her closer and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together. And then we were on the king-sized bed, making out like naughty schoolgirls.

God, I was in heaven. I had ached for this moment so long that all my pent-up passion for pussy came spilling out. I stripped in nothing flat before sliding down to Kristen's conch and began licking, my tongue a tornado. My hands reached up to grasp her hips. Her hands reached for mine and then our fingers were intertwined while I ate her pussy. Kristen let out small ecstatic cries.

Though I had never gone down on a woman before, I was surprised how naturally it came to me. And how much I enjoyed doing it. I could do this for days, I thought. It wasn't just the feel of Kristen's satiny hot box against my mouth that thrilled me; it was also the power I felt in being able to make her squirm in pleasure. 

Apparently, I was good at cunnilingus—not to toot my own horn, mind you—but soon Kristen's breathing was coming harder and faster and her thighs were clamping around my head. "Oh!" she cried out, her hands clenching mine in a deathgrip.

When Kristen's orgasm subsided, she tugged me up to her bosom. Her hands stroked my hair. "Are you sure you've never been with a woman before?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes," I laughed.

"You are one hell of a fast learner, then," she said.

I glowed with pride. And something else—horniness. I had to orgasm but soon. Kristen seemed to sense my need because she rolled me onto my back, gave me a quick peck on the lips and kissed her way to my throbbing treasure box. She didn't start out uberlicking me like I licked her, though. She started out slow, licking long swaths. Her hands massaged my tits.

When I was cooing in ecstasy Kristen picked up the pace. Her fingers slid down and into my coochie, sliding two digits in and out. "F-f-f-fuck," I moaned and Kristen kicked out the jams. Her fingers were flying and she was sucking on my clitty, evoking loud cries from me.

My eyes until then had been closed. When I felt two mouths sucking on my nipples, I opened them to see the redhead and another woman working on my tits. "Oh, sweet Jesus," I moaned. My first orgasm of the evening crashed through me like a bull in a china shop. The three of us sucked and fucked like crazy for the next couple of hours. Other women joined us until we were a mass of hot, writhing bodies. I lost count of how many times I came. I felt totally at home. The hell with Marcel. This was the life.



You and Me Continued



On the way home from the restaurant, we kept teasing each other. You kept to your story that I should be punished for the whole thing at the restaurant. 

"How can I make it up to you," I asked as I rubbed my finger up from your knee to right below your cock. 

"How badly do you want me to forgive you?" I was thinking to myself, he has to be kidding, I didn't see him object when he was coming. 

"I don't want you to forgive me, didn't know it was such a pain for you to come," I snapped back. Good thing we were waiting at a light, because you leaned over and grabbed my head and brought it to you. You kissed me until the light turned green again. I figured since I was over there and you already think I am a bad girl and we have a little bit before we get back to your place might as well enjoy the sites. I unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. You kind of re-situated yourself so I could have better access. I reached in your pants and pulled out your cock. I leaned down and kissed the head of it. As I looked up at you to get your reaction my hand started slowly stroking your cock. I saw the little smirk on your face so I went back to enjoying myself. I started kissing down the backside of your shaft, all the way to the base. Then I slowly dragged my tongue back up to the tip of it. Just as I knew you were getting impatient with me I took your whole cock in my mouth and starting work up and down on it. Slowly at first, but then started working a little faster, sucking a little harder with each stroke. You pulled into your apartment complex, but I wasn't finished yet, so we weren't about to move anywhere. I kept working faster and harder on your cock. After a few more minutes you came deep into my throat. 

I couldn't sleep, so I slipped on one of your t-shirts and headed to the kitchen to get a drink. As I was leaning over to reach for a bottle of water on the lower shelf I felt your hand squeeze my ass cheek. 

"I thought we agreed no clothing when we are together," you asked. 

"I was a little chilly when I got up, plus I didn't think you would mind." You took the bottle water from my hand and placed it on the counter. 

"Well you broke our rule now you must pay." I wasn't too sure if you were serious or if you were kidding. You told me to head to the couch, so I obeyed. As we got there you pushed me down on the couch and grabbed my legs and forced them apart, after lining yourself up you slammed your cock deep into my pussy. Pushing harder and harder the more into it we got. When you started I was afraid but then at one point I looked up at you and you caught my glance and gave me a wink and a little smirk. I knew instantly you were just playing a bad boy role. So I played a long. I placed my hands on your chest and gently tried to get you off of me, knowing it wouldn't work. I tried to scoot away from you and you just followed, making sure your cock never left my pussy. 

"Stop trying to get away, you know you love it, you know you're a slut, so just enjoy it," you said. I tried so hard not to laugh and not enjoy how awesome your cock felt in my tight pussy. 

"Fuck you, I would never be your cum slut," I replied just as I really did push you off of me onto the floor. I walked quickly away heading down the hallway to the bathroom. You caught up with me and forced me against the wall, squishing my breast between the wall and me, it slightly hurt so I yelped. You let up slightly just as you rammed your cock back into my pussy. You brought your arm around to massage my breast as you pound me harder and harder. 

"Thanks," I whispered. 

"I didn't do it to help you, you slut, I did it because I love those perky ass tits of yours," you snapped backed. After a few more minutes of you pounding my pussy so hard my knees became week, I shoved you backwards forcing you against the wall. 

"I want to be your fucking cum slut," I said as I got on my knees taking your cock into my mouth and starting sucking on it. I reached up and massaged your balls as I worked up and down on your cock. Sucking harder and harder with each stroke of my mouth. Since we had been fucking for a bit, you came shortly after I started. You watched as I swallowed ever drop and then kept sucking to get you hard again. You raised me up off my knees and as you carried me back to the living room we kissed me deeply. 

"Since you don't seem tired, let's watch TV," you said as you put me down on the couch. I stood up and pushed you down on the couch and suggested you lie on your side and slide to the back. You knew what I have wanted to do with you for a while so you gladly took up my suggestion and slid backwards. I raised the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor 

"Do you like how your cum slut looks with out the shirt on?" You didn't say a word, just raised your one hand to my pussy and rubbed it on my clit. 

"I like what you look like no matter what your in you slut." I lay down on the couch in front of you and pushed my ass against your cock. 

"Are you sure about this?" you asked. I nodded as I pushed against you some more. I felt your hand separate my ass cheeks and slowly begin to slide in. I pulled away for a bit, and you just stopped. You let me get use to having your cock in my ass, you knew how long it has been since the last time I had a cock in there so you were just being patient, you didn't want to hurt me. After a few minutes, I pushed against your cock, and you took the queue and pushed all the way into my ass. I turned my head back towards you and we kissed. We just kept kissing as your cock sat in my ass for a little bit. Neither one of us moved so we could completely enjoy our kiss. Once we stopped kissing you slowly started to pump in and out of my ass, slowly withdrawing your cock almost to point of being completely out of me, then you slowly slid all the way back in. you kept this up while I flipped through the channels to find something to watch. I found some movie that both of us agreed on. You stopped fucking my ass but left your cock in me, knowing that is what I wanted. 

We sat and watched the movie for a few minutes, but I couldn't take it anymore, I started to ride your cock, but as soon as I started you grabbed me and pulled me close to you and reminded me that we were just suppose to sit here. I regained my composure and remained still for a few more minutes. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned my head back and began to kiss you. After a few seconds of kissing I started to ride you again. This time you didn't stop me you just started pushing towards me. You grabbed my hips and held me still as you started to pound harder and faster into my ass. I kept yelling for you to fuck me harder. We started kissing again as you slid one of your hands down to my clit and started rubbing it. After a few minutes I started coming. Just as I finished coming, you pulled my hips closer to you as you started coming deep in my ass. You left your cock in my ass till it went completely limp. Then we kissed one last time before I got up and told you I was going to go take a shower to clean up.



You and Your Boss



Your boss wants you so much and he's used to getting what he wants, so he just takes you on your first day at work.

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You Are All I See



I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling and feeling sorry for myself for the third night in a row. The girl troubles of an eighteen year old guy still in highschool were not that critical in the grand scheme of things; I fully understood that yet somehow the thought did little to cheer me up. I rolled over onto my side and tried once again to think of something else, anything else, just to take my mind of her for a little while.

Andrea had been my girlfriend for almost two years and things had been going really well I thought, particularly as I watched the constant string of breakups happening around me. Then her family decided to move away. Some bullshit about her father's job I guess, I hadn't really paid attention at that point of the conversation. She had been as upset as I was over the whole affair but there was precious little we could do; neither of us were independent enough to leave our families and live on our own.

"Hey Alex," came a soft voice from the doorway.

Even with my back turned away from her I recognized my older sister's voice immediately, she must have finally gotten home. The day Andrea actually left it hit me pretty hard and, naturally, the one person I could have talked to about it wasn't around.

"Hi Megan," I mumbled back.

"You want to talk?" she asked.

Mom had no doubt told her what happened as soon as she walked in the door, it would at least save me the trouble. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to talk though, I was getting to the point where I almost enjoyed the self-pity in a weird sort of way.

"You miss her pretty bad, don't you," she said without really making it a question.

I nodded and felt Megan sit down on the bed behind me and reach out to ruffle my hair the way she did sometimes.

"It's stupid, I know," I said. "Just a highschool crush, we probably wouldn't have lasted anyway. Even people who get married don't last very long."

"But now you'll never know," Megan said with that note of understanding in her voice that I loved to hear.

My parents loved me and they did their best to empathize with me but they were a different generation and they just didn't understand. Megan was different; she didn't always have advice for me but she listened and, more importantly, she never judged. That was the main thing that set her apart from my parents and even my friends, I could tell her the most embarrassing and terrible things I'd done or thought and she wouldn't so much as flinch.

"Yeah, that's part of it I guess," I said.

I returned to my previous position on my back and looked up at my sister. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and looking at me with a completely neutral expression.

"It's not really a big deal though is it," I continued. "People are starving and dying all over the place and I'm whining about a girl. Suck it up, right?"

"Alex," she said slowly, "just because yours isn't the worst problem in the world doesn't mean you're not allowed to care about it. It's okay to be sad that Andrea's gone, even I'm going to miss her."

I felt tears welling up and blinked them away quickly. Megan wouldn't care but I hated to cry even when I was alone, it made me feel pathetic. Or maybe it was just because I only cried when I was already feeling pathetic, hard to say.

"I dreamt about her," I said quietly. "The past two nights I wake up and she's in the room with me, it seems so real. She doesn't talk or anything even when I talk to her. Then I try to touch her and I realize she was never there." I snorted, "more of a hallucination than a dream I guess, since I'm awake and all."

Megan nodded thoughtfully and I noticed she was chewing on a few strands of her hair in the corner of her mouth. Usually that was sign she was focused on something and not paying attention to what she was doing.

"Sometimes that happens to me," she said. "When I'm stressed or worried sometimes I get hallucinations like that. One time I woke up and was convinced there was a massive hole in the floor. I had to go to the bathroom but I was terrified I would fall if I got out of bed. I think I ended up actually jumping off the end of the bed where I thought it was safe. Funny what you remember sometimes isn't it?" she finished, smiling at the bizarre memory.

"Yeah," I agreed, forcing a weak smile of my own.

"Anyway, think you'll be okay?" she asked.

"I think so, probably just going to sulk for a while then I'll be fine," I told her.

"Alright, well I'll be around if you need me," she said as she got up to leave.

"Thanks Megan," I said before she made it out the doorway.

"Anytime little brother," she called back.

****

Just like the previous two nights I woke up disoriented in my darkened room. Andrea was standing beside the bed watching me and I smiled happily at her.

"You're back," I whispered.

"Just checking on you," she whispered back. "You were making noises like... I don't know, bad dream maybe?"

She ruffled my hair fondly the same way Megan always did and I enjoyed the feeling for a moment before realizing what was different.

"You talked," I accused her.

"Yeah, so?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You never talked last time Andrea, how come you can this time?"

She paused for a long moment, long enough for it to dawn on me that she had touched me too. When I had tried to touch her the previous two nights she had simply vanished like a ghost. Pushing my luck I reached out and gently felt her arm. It seemed solid and, better yet, she stayed exactly where she was.

"Maybe your imagination's just getting better," she said softly.

"Maybe," I agreed. "Can you stay with me a while?"

"Sure Alex, just for a little while."

She lay down next to me on the bed facing me as I shifted to give her enough room.

"I'm glad you're here," I told her. "I miss you so much already."

I leaned in to kiss her and felt her hesitate for a second before pulling away. I frowned in confusion and backed off.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, just... it's nothing," she said.

I tried again and this time she didn't back away when I kissed her, although she didn't seem to be responding much either. Then again, I reminded myself, she was just a figment of my imagination. I stroked her bare arm up and down and felt her slowly relax under my hand. When she seemed calm enough I reached for her breast and gently cupped it in my palm.

"Alex!" she protested as she grabbed my wrist.

"Shhh," I hushed her.

Even with her loose grip around my wrist I began fondling her breast delicately before pinching her nipple a little roughly the way she liked it. I heard her gasp and smiled to myself before pulling my hand free of her fingers and sliding it down across her tummy. Her legs were bare which I found odd since I could have sworn she had been wearing pants when she climbed into bed with me but I didn't dwell on it long. It was just another inconsistent detail to remind me that it wasn't really Andrea in my bed, just a facsimile created by my mind.

She was tensing up again as I caressed her thigh and slowly worked my hand under her shirt. Still I was unprepared for her reaction when my fingers reached her panties.

"No!," she yelled sharply.

I jerked away instantly as though I had been burned. She may have seemed reluctant before, but that was a flat out order to stop.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... I'm sorry," I apologized.

Her face softened as she saw how upset I was getting and she pulled my head to her shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad. Just go to sleep Alex, just go to sleep," she repeated soothingly.

She rocked me gently in her arms for a while and I felt myself gradually calm down before finally drifting back to sleep.

****

"Man that was a weird night," I told Megan the next morning.

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Just the dreams. Hallucinations. Whatever."

We were eating breakfast and I was taking advantage of the time before our parents showed up to talk to my sister before I had to go to school. I was worried my memory of the previous night would bug me all day and was hoping Megan might say something that would help.

"Andrea showed up again," I continued. "It was different thought, more real. Like she was actually there almost. She... she didn't want me to touch her though, I don't know what that means."

"Could be nothing," Megan suggested. "Could just be your brain could only handle so much."

"I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. "I remember she held me after that, like it wasn't the contact that was bad just the, y'know, sexual stuff."

I felt my cheeks get slightly warmer even though Megan didn't so much as blink. It wasn't the mention of sex that embarrassed me, we had talked about that stuff many times before, but when I said it out loud I realized how dumb it sounded that I had tried to fuck the product of my own imagination. Still, I guess if I had been thinking clearly at the time it wouldn't have been much of a hallucination.

"Maybe it's just my subconscious trying to tell me something," I sighed. "Like I wasn't good enough for her." I smiled wryly, "I probably wasn't, you know."

"Don't say that Alex, don't ever."

I was taken aback by how firmly my sister said those words, like the idea that I didn't deserve Andrea bothered her more than me.

"Well, whatever. There must be a reason for it though," I persisted.

"Maybe," Megan said thoughtfully. "Just try not to dwell on it too much, alright?"

"Alright, I'll try," I agreed even as I doubted my ability to follow through.

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I had a hard time getting to sleep that night, I spent what seemed like hours tossing and turning in my bed. The thought that maybe I really hadn't deserved Andrea while I'd had her surfaced occasionally but really I was more worried about her showing up again in the middle of the night. The memory of how she had reacted when I had tried to touch her really bothered me.

I felt myself being shaken and stared around in confusion. I didn't remember sleeping but the clock on my dresser said it was almost three in the morning so I guessed I must have. Andrea was once again beside my bed, this time with her hand on my shoulder looking concerned.

"You seemed like you were having a bad dream again," she whispered.

"I don't remember having any dreams," I shrugged dismissively. "But anyway, can you tell me something though while you're here? Last night, did I do something wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong. I'm sorry about last night, that was my fault," she said, smiling faintly at me.

She climbed into bed with me and this time I made sure she had plenty of space and made no move to touch her.

"Alex, I love you, you know that right?" she asked.

"Yeah Andrea, I know. I love you too."

She flinched a little as I said her name. That seemed weird to me, if anything I would have expected her to flinch when I said I loved her.

"This might be the last time I'll be here," she told me. "I want you to understand how much I care for you so... we can do anything tonight Alex, anything you want. I won't stop you."

"Are you sure? We don't have to if you don't want to," I replied.

"I'm sure, anything you want just for tonight."

I tentatively reached out and brushed her cheek, it felt as real as last night and this time she didn't back away or tense up at all. When I kissed her lips they parted for me giving me as much access as I wanted. I let my hand fall to her breast and caressed it lightly over her shirt feeling the nipple harden under my touch.

All the things Andrea used to like when we had sex were flashing through my mind and I was determined to make her happy, especially since she said this might be the last time I saw her. I gently kissed her earlobe, barely brushing it with my lips, before nibbling on it as delicately as I could. She moaned quietly as I traced my lips down the side of her neck to the collar of her shirt; that would have to go.

"Sit up a little," I whispered as I found the bottom of her shirt.

With her help I pulled the shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were as amazing as I remember, even in my darkened room. If anything I would almost have said they looked better.

"Mmm, you like them Alex?" she asked.

I nodded affirmatively with my mouth already locked on the underside of her left breast where I knew it was most sensitive. She was still completely passive, letting me do all the work, but at least she seemed responsive to my efforts; every now and then she would let out a low moan and squirm a little on the bed.

Eventually I slid down toward the bottom of the bed, stopping briefly to nuzzle her tummy as she lay on her back watching me. Her panties were damp and I breathed in deeply, enjoying her smell immensely as I had so many times before.

"This okay?" I asked with my hands in the waist of her panties.

Again there was that slight hesitation before her answer.

"Mm-hm, anything you want tonight li- Alex," she whispered.

I caught the stutter in her voice but ignored it, the one piece of clothing remaining on her body occupied my entire conscious mind. Slowly, so slowly, I pulled her panties down her legs and over her feet. She lay before me then fully naked and so beautiful to me I could do nothing but stare for a long moment.

"What you going to do now?" she whispered nervously.

Her words jolted me into action and I spread her legs farther apart before leaning in close. She was trembling beneath me and I stopped momentarily to look up at her.

"Are you scared Andrea? Nothing to be nervous about," I promised.

"I know, I'm just... waiting."

I shrugged to myself and leaned back to her waiting pussy. Stroking her pussy lips up and down with my fingers I gradually parted them to reveal her firm clit that seemed to be begging for attention. I gave it a quick lick and felt a surge of satisfaction as I heard the small whimper from the head of the bed.

My tongue danced across her clit, giving her the short, fast touches she liked as I slowly pushed one finger inside her pussy. Her pussy muscles clamped down when my finger was only halfway inside and I stopped for a moment until she relaxed. When I felt her pussy loosen up sufficiently I inserted a second finger and started pumping them in and out without letting up on her clit.

Soon her breathing was becoming noticeably more ragged and her hips were wriggling beneath me. I closed my lips around her clit and licked just the tip in long, smooth movements. I thrust my fingers as rapidly as I dared and kept my tongue in position as much as possible while she came, then sat back grinning.

"Mmm, that was nice Alex," she breathed.

My smile spread wider and I crawled up to kiss her again, letting her taste her pussy juice on my chin. I was so horny at that point and my cock was straining uncomfortably against my shorts. I reluctantly pulled away from my lover long enough to strip them off then climbed back on top of her.

The nervousness had returned to her face but there was also lust evident in her eyes as my cock brushed against her wet pussy. I let my erection slide up and down the entrance to her warm cunt until I felt her hips rocking against me, then gently pushed inside her. She immediately stopped moving and closed her eyes as I worked my way deeper.

"You miss that?" I whispered into her ear.

She didn't say anything but simply nodded slowly in response. I began thrusting my cock in a slow, gentle rhythm inside her pussy letting her get used to my presence. I ran my hand over her breasts as we fucked, alternating simple caresses and swirling my fingertips across her nipples. When her hips began rising and falling to meet my movements I increased my pace, thrusting inside her faster but still not too hard.

"Oh god Alex, keep doing that," she moaned.

I was close to cumming at that point but held on as best I could while maintaining my pace. The fingers of her left hand sank into my upper arm as she buried her face in my shoulder while her pussy convulsed around my cock. I couldn't hold myself back any longer as I felt her orgasm hit but fortunately I didn't need to. My cum sprayed deep inside her still spasming pussy just as her orgasm was beginning to fade.

My arms strained to support me any longer as the last of my semen emptied itself from my softening cock and I barely managed to roll off of her before collapsing. I lay there for a few minutes listening to the sounds of our breathing returning to normal before turning to her.

"Fell better now?" she inquired.

"Yeah," I said. "I really do."

"Good."

****

A few weeks went by after that night and I was definitely feeling like I was over the worst of it. I still missed Andrea sometimes but it certainly wasn't as constant or as painful anymore. I knew the last encounter with her had been a dream, it was pretty obvious afterward even if it had felt so real at the time, but somehow I think it helped anyway.

I found myself spending a lot more time with Megan at least partly because she was, once again, the only girl in my life. She didn't seem to mind me following her around like a lost puppy either, just another testament to how much patience she always had for me.

We were sitting around in her room talking about nothing in particular, me on the bed and Megan at her computer, when I noticed the box on her dresser. I had seen it there earlier and hadn't paid it any attention, but when I took the time to read the writing on the side I realized what it was and froze.

"What?" asked Megan, turning away from the game of solitaire she had been idly playing when I stopped mid-sentence.

Following my gaze she saw what I was looking at and a look of resignation passed over her face. On her dresser was the box for a pregnancy test kit, and it was open.

"I'm sorry," I said and felt myself blushing. "That's none of my business."

"No, it was stupid of me leaving that lying around. I just didn't think... well I didn't think, let's leave it at that."

Megan got up and tossed the box in her garbage can before sitting back down. I wondered if I should leave, the situation was pretty awkward and I didn't know what to do short of hoping it would blow over given time.

"I'm not pregnant," she blurted out finally.

"Oh, okay."

"I just got nervous," Megan continued. "There was a guy about a month ago and...." She shrugged helplessly and visibly tried to gauge my reaction. "You're not going to tell mom or dad, right?"

"Come on Megan, you know I wouldn't do that. I am kind of glad you're not pregnant though," I admitted. "I don't think I'm ready to be an uncle."

"And I'm not ready to be a mom," she replied, seeming a little more relaxed. "Hopefully I won't be as dumb in the future."

It bugged me a little that Megan had even considered that I might tell on her, but I consoled myself with the thought that she was probably just nervous about the whole ordeal. She had been hiding it pretty well up until then, I hadn't even noticed anything different.

****

It wasn't until that night while I was lying in bed that a disturbing thought crossed my mind. I pushed away immediately the first time but it kept returning, just gnawing at the back of my mind.

It was almost a month since the last time Andrea, imaginary Andrea rather, had shown up which would put it about the same time Megan said she might have gotten pregnant. Just coincidence I assured myself, that's all it could be. And yet when I recalled how real Andrea had seemed at the time, how real the sex had been, I couldn't help but think there might be more to it.

Eventually I got tired of the speculation, what my mind was suggesting was not something I should ever think about. Just the thought that I had somehow mistaken my sister for my ex-girlfriend and....




You Are All I See



No, it was simple; all I had to do was go ask Megan who the guy was and put the matter to rest. I didn't like prying into her life like that but I was prepared to do it anyway given the circumstances.

"Megan," I called softly as I reached her room.

"Hmm? What is it?"

I must have caught her before she fell asleep since she answered almost immediately. She sat up in her bed and stifled a yawn as I stepped closer to her.

"I need to know something and it might seem a little weird," I explained. "Who was the guy you were talking about? The one from a month ago."

She didn't answer right away so I asked again.

"Megan, who was he?"

A hint of desperation was creeping into my voice that I couldn't fully control. Megan continued to stare at me and I realized that I hadn't been imagining things.

"Alex, I don't remember alright," she said finally.

"Yes you do," I replied numbly.

I felt sick at the thought of what I had done. All the times my sister had been there for me, everything she had done for me, and I had....

"I'm sorry Megan, oh god I'm sorry."

I stumbled away from her into the hallway trying to make it back to my room. I had fucked my sister, that was clear to me now. Looking back it seemed so clear, so many things that should have given it away that I hadn't wanted to see.

I collapsed on the floor beside my bed not having the strength to do anything more than curl up in a ball. She didn't deserve what I had done to her, I could never apologize enough.

"Alex," Megan called softly.

She had followed me to my room, I couldn't understand why she would do that knowing how sick I was. Except... except my sister would never hate me even after what I had done. The thought upset me even more and I tried to curl up further and somehow disappear into myself. No, I didn't deserve to ever see her again, I would have to leave; that was all I could do for her now.

"Alex please look at me."

The sound of her voice cracking midway through her plea almost made me look out of pure reflex. My sister was upset and I instinctively wanted to help, but of course I couldn't. Not this time.

"I'm so sorry Megan," I whispered. "So, so sorry."

She knelt beside me and suddenly her hand was on my head, gently stroking my hair.

"It's not your fault little brother, it was me. You didn't even know what you were doing."

"I should have though, I should have realized."

My eyelids were starting to hurt where I was squeezing them shut so tightly and my arms were beginning to tremble.

"Is it really so disgusting to you, Alex? Does the thought of us together bother you that much?"

The hurt in her voice broke my resolve and I opened my eyes finally. The tears running down her cheeks were the first things I noticed and I moved my hand to wipe them off before realizing what I was doing and jerked back.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," I mumbled.

"You didn't, you never have. I let you do what you wanted, remember? I knew what was happening and it was my decision."

"But why?"

Megan shifted slightly to lean back against the bed and settled in more comfortably.

"Because you were hurting little brother, and I knew I could make it better. It could be my secret and you would never have to know." She smiled a little sadly at me. "It would have worked too, if I'd really wanted it to be a secret."

"I don't understand," I said in genuine confusion.

She looked away for a moment, long enough that I was getting ready to verbally prod her again.

"I was selfish Alex," she said softly. "I got careless and I know it's because deep down I wanted you to know what I... what we did. I hoped maybe someday you would feel the same about me that I feel about you."

She stood up as I stared at her in shock, unable to fully process what she was telling me.

"I know it was a stupid thing to do, stupid and selfish," she said. "But it's done now and... really I just hope you won't hate me for it."

She flashed me another one of those sad smiles and stepped out the doorway. She paused in the hallway and looked like she was going to say something else but stopped herself and walked away.

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Things were naturally kind of awkward between Megan and me the next few days. She did her best to make things easy on me, she didn't try to pressure me into talking and generally gave me my space. I could tell she was hurting though, it was obvious every time we passed each other in the hallway or had to pretend like nothing was different as we sat around the dinner table. Obvious to me anyway, our parents didn't seem to notice anything different but that could just be because I was looking for it and they weren't.

I missed her too, as weird as that sounds. We still lived in the same house and saw each other every day yet I still missed her. Sometimes I would feel like going to talk to her and would start heading to her room before remembering that it wasn't that simple anymore. For the first time in a long while there were issues between us that needed resolved before we could just sit down and talk like we used to.

Of course I wasn't even sure we could go back to the way things were, Megan had as much as said that I was more than a brother to her but I didn't know if I could feel the same about her. Sure I loved her but she was still my sister and there were lines we just weren't supposed to cross; except of course that we had already crossed pretty much the biggest line there was.

If only she wasn't my sister, or if society had evolved differently somehow, then we could have done whatever we wanted. That was the real question I had to answer, all else being equal what would I want my relationship with Megan to be? When I thought about it like that it seemed simpler; I wanted her to be happy and if that meant we would be closer than before, closer than we should be, then that was okay.

The first time I decided that I was okay with the idea of having sex with my sister I angrily threw the thought from my head and did my best not to think about it again. Gradually I realized that it wasn't just a sick fantasy, I actually was okay with it. If I'd had more time to think about it before confronting Megan I might not have gotten upset at all.

The problem was that I still had to deal with the real world and that meant that my relationship with my sister could never be that way; too many people could get hurt.

"Hey Alex, you in there?" came Megan's voice through my door, startling me from my daydreaming.

"Uh, yeah," I called back.

"The pizza just got here, I'm just going to leave it in the kitchen whenever you're ready," she told me.

"Okay thanks."

Our parents were gone for the evening so Megan had ordered pizza for us. I sighed as I realized that once again she was thinking of me and not forcing me to so much as be in the same room as her just long enough to grab some food. She was so good to me, always had been, and I was being a horrible brother. So what if people could get hurt? Megan was already hurting, and so was I for that matter.

Reaching a decision I made my way downstairs and put a couple slices of pizza on a plate before heading to the living room. Megan looked up at me in surprise as I sat down on the far end of the couch.

"Hey," I said simply.

"Hey," she said back, giving me a small but real smile; the first one in what seemed like a very long time.

We didn't say anything else for a while but I think my presence was enough for Megan. I stole glances at her every now and then and she definitely seemed happier than she had the past few days.

I got up eventually to take my plate back to the kitchen and when I returned to the living room I took the opportunity to sit down right next to Megan. She immediately leaned against me and I wrapped my arm around her pulling her tight to me.

"I'm sorry about the last few days Megan," I whispered.

She shook her head, "no, I understand."

"That doesn't make it okay. You're always there for me when I need you, but I... I reacted badly and I'm really sorry."

Megan snuggled up closer to me until I could feel her hair tickling my neck. I took that as I sign of her accepting my apology even if she didn't think I needed to.

"It doesn't have to be different you know," she said. "I mean, I can't do anything about what already happened but we don't have to ever do that again, not if you don't want to. I'm just glad that you don't hate me for it."

"Honestly Megan I don't know what to think about it. All I really decided was that I want you to be happy, you deserve it."

She gave me a cryptic look for a second then slowly brought her face closer to mine. She kissed me gently, then pulled away to gauge my reaction. Before she could say anything I leaned forward and kissed her more firmly, pulling her onto my lap in the process.

"That didn't take long," Megan said when we broke off again.

"Can't help it, you feel too good."

The feeling of holding my sister so close, her face mere inches from mine, cut through the all the problems I still had not resolved. I wanted to be with her, and if that meant an unconventional relationship then at least we could deal with the consequences together.

I let Megan push me onto my back across the seat of the couch as she manoeuvred herself to straddle my waist. Her hands ran over my chest and then moved downward to slide under my shirt. I pulled her head closer for another kiss and let her hair fall down around us, trapping us in our own little world.

It was only when I felt her try to pull my shirt over my head that I finally grabbed her wrists to stop her.

"Shouldn't do it here," I said.

Our parents weren't supposed to be back for a while but there was no point taking stupid risks. I saw Megan frown as she had the same thought that I did, then she shrugged and stood up.

"Alright, come on."

She gave me a hand off the couch then practically dragged me up the stairs to her room where she pushed me playfully onto her bed. Before I could say anything she had pulled off her top and dropped it to the floor. She then resumed her attempt to remove my shirt as I stared at her bra-covered breasts.

"You can touch them if you want," she said, finally tugging my shirt over my head.

I let my hands roam over my sister's breasts, paying particular attention to the edges that weren't fully covered by her bra and revelling in the feeling of her bare skin. I fumbled with the clasp briefly but actually managed to unhook her bra fairly quickly and let it fall away from her chest.

"You like them?" she asked.

I nodded dumbly and stared at her perfect breasts with their tiny pink nipples poking out at me. Megan let me stare for a minute, then turned sideways to give me a different angle as well as allow her to work on removing my pants. Feeling her fingers around my crotch sent shivers up my spine even before she began tugging my pants down my legs.

Finally I lay naked on my sister's bed, my fully hard cock pointed up at the ceiling with her eyes fixed unashamedly upon it. Her hand reached out but she quickly caught herself.

"Can I?" she whispered.

"I don't think I could say no at this point."

She stroked my cock a few times, letting her fingers run delicately up and down before inexplicably starting to giggle.

"What?" I demanded.

"Nothing. Just, my brother's dick in my hand you know? We're being kinda bad."

"Yeah," I conceded. "That is kinda bad."

"We could be worse though," Megan purred.

She stood up and began swaying back and forth rhythmically as she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down to the floor. I sucked in a long breath as my sister stood before me in nothing but a pair of panties, slowly twirling to let me see her from every angle. It suddenly dawned on me that it was really going to happen, we were going to have sex again.

"Megan, I don't have any condoms with me...."

She stopped moving and gave me a wide smile.

"I'm on the pill now, ever since that night. Well, a few days after anyway." Her smile turned seductive, almost predatory, as she continued. "That means you can have me anytime you want little brother. Don't have to worry about that."

With no further teasing she shed her panties and climbed back on the bed, once again straddling my waist. Her pussy was mere centimetres from my waiting erection and I had to force myself to lie still and not pull her down on top of me.

"You ready Alex? Ready for you big sister?"

I didn't trust myself to speak and instead just nodded affirmatively. Megan lowered herself painfully slowly and I groaned in pleasure as her warm pussy gradually engulfed my cock. I had been inside her once already but actually knowing it was my sister this time made the experience so much more intense.

Finally she bottomed out on me and was still for a moment, practically sitting on my lap. Then she began rocking back and forth on me, letting my cock slip a few inches out before sliding back in. The position was a new experience for me but certainly not an unpleasant one.

Her breasts were awkward to reach from my position so I settled for running my hands freely over her naked legs and ass. Megan cooed happily when I let my exploring hand brush her clit so I left it there and did my best to rub it smoothly even though her movements made that difficult.

"M'gonna cum soon," I warned her.

I could feel my orgasm approaching though it hadn't quite reached the urgent stage yet.

"Okay baby, but just give me a minute first," she panted. "You can do that for your big sister can't you?"

I didn't know for sure that I could hold out that long but I was going to do my best. Feeling a burst of inspiration I thumbed my sister's clit roughly as she rode me harder and almost instantly her mouth opened in an expression of pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh fuck," she nearly yelled, making me glad our parents were still out.

The arrival of my sister's orgasm preceded my own by mere seconds, though the full impact of the fortunate timing was lost on me at the time. Megan continued riding me until both our orgasms subsided then slid off me onto to the bed.

"Wow," I said, unable to come up with anything more eloquent than that.

"Yeah," she agreed.

"So what now?" I asked after a moment.

"Well, we still have about an hour and a half until mom and dad get back," Megan said thoughtfully. "So until then I guess we could do... anything we want."

Anything we want, I liked the sound of that.



You Are All Mine



I looked at the time, I was getting excited because I knew I was almost off work and soon would be coming home to you. I had called you letting you know I'd be home in a few hours, so you had plenty of time to bathe and do your thing. You sounded so good and yummy it was very difficult to concentrate on work. I hate it when two hours seems like ten, but that only happens when there's somewhere else I'd rather be, and where I wanted to be was with you.

Finally it was time to go. I flew out the door and double timed it to my car. I had so much racing through my mind, all of which was just a short ride away. I arrived home and opened the door to find you sitting all comfy watching TV. I asked how your day was as I walked over to you, leaning down giving you a quick kiss. I so wanted more right then but I had my plan and I wasn't going to be distracted, not today. 

I picked up your wine glass from the table and walked over to where the wine was to refill it for you. Glancing in the mirror, looking at you-it always amazes me how just the thought of you, the sound of your voice, or seeing you gets me so wet. I knew I must be grinning because you were looking at me with your "what are you up to eyes." I just looked at you, gave you a big smile and said, "I'm really glad to be home, you look so good babe."

I told you I was going to take a quick shower but before I left I had to kiss you again. I had to feel your lips on mine. I smiled at you again and walked off to the bathroom. I took my time making sure to shave myself smooth. My thoughts started rushing through my head knowing what I was about to do. My body was as turned on as my mind. I could feel my nipples getting hard and my pussy was definitely already wet. I toweled off then grabbed my lotion, making sure not to miss a spot. I opened the door a bit to let out some of the steam so I could clear the mirror.

I made sure I was good to go, cleaned up, and walked over to grab a glass of wine for myself. Sitting down next to you, I slowly ran my hand over your breasts and nipples. I knew I had to have you. I knew I was going to have you, but in a way you weren't used to. My heart pounding in anticipation, my breathing becoming deeper. I couldn't wait any longer, sitting up and leaning over to my bag, I told you to remove your robe. I was a little surprised when you didn't question as to why, but happy you didn't. I knew you were going to have enough running through your mind soon enough. Grinning as I looked up to see you in your red bra; I thought, I don't know how but I knew she'd be wearing that one. I love the way that red bra lifts your breasts and pushes out your nipples. I let you know I approved by giving you a long, Mmmmm. 

I reached over, pulling down one side of your bra and releasing your breast and nipple. My breathing quickened and I let out a sharp moan as I leaned down, sucking your nipple into my mouth. Sucking it deep and hard feeling it grow longer, I sucked harder. I slowly let it go, passing it through my teeth. Looking down, I saw how long and hard it was, turning me on more. I had to have the other. Again, I sucked your nipple hard and deep into my mouth. Pulling back I looked at both of them; so beautiful, so hard, I couldn't wait anymore I needed to have you. 

Grabbing a blind fold from my bag, I quickly put it on you before you had a chance to disagree. I wanted your full attention and your mind on every touch, every emotion that was about to come your way. When your hands went up to reach for it, I stopped them and started to kiss you. Whispering in your ear, "You're mine and I'm going to have you my way." 

I could feel your trust and you nodded in agreement as I gently moved you to the center of the bed. Bringing you forward and pulling you down, I arranged the pillows to make sure you were going to be comfortable. Once making sure you were set up right and comfortable, I took your right hand and tied it down and then did the same to the other hand. (God you looked so fucking hot) I was so turned on and so wet. Taking a finger, just barely touching your skin, I traced it from your wrist and down your arm. Getting up, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of your lace panties and slowly slid them down your legs and removed them. Spreading your legs wide, I looked at your pussy in front of me, so ready, so smooth, just the way I like you to be for me. I took one of your ankles, kissing it, and then tied it down. I moved over and did the same to your other ankle. Now I had you like I wanted you, you were ready for me and I was ready to have you. 

I gently took the back of my hand, running it softly down your cheek. I leaned down kissing you, sucking on your tongue and bottom lip. Then I leaned down and lightly bit the top of your shoulder. You started to pull your neck into your shoulder when I quickly moved to the top of your other shoulder, biting it as well. As you started to say something I put my finger over your lips and whispered, Shhhh and then leaned down, kissing you deeply. You eagerly try to suck my tongue. Reaching up to both your wrists I softly dragged two fingers down each arm to your shoulders and on down your chest. My fingers finding your bra, I pulled it down releasing your breasts. I dragged the length of my finger over each nipple, and then quickly twisted them. The moan you released encouraged a few more hard twists.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I leaned down, sucking one of your nipples deep into my mouth. I started running my tongue over the tip of your nipple as I pinched and twisted the other. I sucked deeper, holding onto your nipple, feeling how hard it was and started to pull it through my teeth. I looked at how long and hard it was, and then it was me who let out the moan. I quickly gave the same attention to your other nipple. I traded sucking and pinching your nipples, making them the hardest and longest I'd ever seen them. I sat up knowing I wasn't not done with your nipples, not yet. 

Reaching over to the table I grabbed one of the body wax candles I had sitting there. I held one in one hand lighting it off the candle on the table, while pinching one of your nipples hard. Then I pinched the other one just as hard, while you were still in a half moan from the first pinch. I tilted the candle making sure my aim was just perfect and let a few drops of wax hit the tip of your nipple. You jumped a little but I could tell by your breathing it was just fine. 

My eyes were on your nipples and my mind was thinking of how wet you had to be. I knew how much nipple play arouses you and always gets you so wet for me. It took everything in me to keep focused on what I was doing, knowing I'd get to your pussy as well, just not at this moment. The thought of how wet you must be had me dripping. I let more wax drip on your nipple then made a slow trail over towards your other nipple.

This time I let it fall from the top of your breast to just before your nipple. I watched your nipple grow and get even harder. I kept dripping small amounts of wax around your breast but not touching the nipple. You started moaning and began to move around. I kept teasing you, but then let the wax hit your nipple. I knew you were ready for more and wanted more. I reached down and pinched the wax off your nipples.

I reached over then and picked up my crop. I felt that pure desire building up inside of me. I was about to take you where we hadn't gone before. I took the crop, slowly dragging it from your neck down your chest, then quickly pulled away and brought it down on your nipple. You let out a soft moan. "Ohh, you like that do you?" I brought it down again harder. I reached down pinching your other nipple hard, pulling on it then let it go, when I hit your other nipple again. I switched nipples, whacking the other just as good and just as hard.

Mmmm, I said looking down at how red, hard, and long they were. Your breathing had quickened and I knew you were ready for more. I dragged the crop between your breasts saying, "I love how hard your nipples get for me, how they let me know they're mine." 

Your reply was a breathless "Yes, they do love your touch." 

As soon as you finished your sentence, I quickly whacked them both hard, one right after another saying, "They love my touch because they are Mine".

All I heard from you was a very quiet "They are yours." 

As I gently dragged my crop over your nipples teasing them I said, "Yes babe, they are mine, but that's not all that's mine," and I started to drag the crop down your from your chest slowly over your stomach. As I moved it towards your sides it must have tickled because you started to move away, but I gave you a swat to the side of your ass saying, "Mine means mine." I looked at your pussy which I knew by then had to be so fucking soaked and so ready for some major attention. It not only put a smile on my face to think of your pussy that wet but I could feel my own arousal starting to drip out of my own pussy.

With the tip of the crop, I slowly dragged it up your pussy listening to you moan. I moved to the insides of your thighs up one down the other. I whacked your pussy lips letting it know it was time for my attention. As I got up, straddling you, I leaned down quickly, giving your nipples a good tug with my teeth so they knew they were not forgotten, and then I dragged the tip of my tongue down your body to the top of your pussy. Being very careful not to touch anything other then your lips, I opened you up with my tongue. My body totally reacted to how hot, wet and good you smelled. I could feel my clit getting so hard now but it would have to wait; it was all about what's mine. 

I held your lips open wide, exposing all of your pussy for me to have. I sucked on your inner lips, letting my tongue play with them. Then my tongue moved for your clit, going up one side then the other but still not fully touching it. I wasn't quite ready to start sucking your clit into my mouth, not just yet. Lying between your legs, making sure I was nice and close. I held you open even wider, and then flicked hard by the side of your clit. You jumped a little as I flicked you hard on the other side of your clit. I continued to flick around your clit hard, but avoiding your clit. 

I reached for my crop, and with one direct hit I gave your clit a whack. You jumped with a loud, "Ohhhh." "Yes babe you're all mine." I leaned down and ran my tongue over your hood then let the tip of my tongue kiss the tip of your clit. I sat up and again gave your clit a direct hit but a little harder. I couldn't believe how wet you were; how wet you were making me, but you'd find out later. I hit your clit again and after popping a frozen grape in my mouth I leaned down again, letting the chill of the grape cool down the heat of the hit. I knew you were so ready to cum and needed too. I needed to let you cum, I needed to release it for you. I gave you a whack and said, "I know you need to cum and I know you want to." 

"Yesssss I need to cum," you said to me. 

With another good whack to your clit I asked, "Who do you belong to babe?" 

And without missing a beat you replied, "You, I belong to you!" 

I hit your clit again one last time hard enough to make you wince, and then asked again,"Are you mine?" 

"Oh god yes I'm yours, I'm fully yours!"

And with those words I tossed the crop aside, buried my face into your pussy and started to take what was all mine. I sucked, bit, and licked your lips. I sucked your clit in and out of its hood and didn't stop until you came so hard for me. I devoured it all, everything you gave me, all that was mine; I took it all. 

As I let you lie there and recoup, I walked over and put on my strap on. I made sure it was on good and tight then walked back to you, removed your blind fold and kissed you. I then released one ankle, smiled up at you, then released the other. I got back up on the bed, straddling you, the strap on lying on your stomach, as I reached up and untied one wrist and then the other. It wasn't long before your hands found the back of my head grabbing my hair and pulling me down to kiss you. I tried pulling back but you weren't having it. You sucked on my tongue and as I tried to pull back again you bit at my lip. Finally I was inside you, fucking you slow and deep.

I sat up watching my dick go in and out of you, then looked at you, leaning down to kiss you. As I got closer to your lips, I felt your hand wrap around my waist and your nails digging into my skin as I pushed harder and deeper into you. I started kissing you and your arms found their way to my neck, holding me tight, kissing me back with such passion. I knew it was time when your nails dug into my shoulders and, Ohhhh, was all I could hear coming from you, faster and louder. I leaned back putting my hands around your waist watching my dick go in and out of you. You leaned up wrapping your hands around my waist digging your nails into my skin again.

"Oh god I'm going to cum."

I asked between breaths "Who do you belong to babe?" 

"You, I belong to you." You started yelling, "Ohh yess, god yes I'm coming." 

I fucked you hard and fast until your movements slowed, letting the waves ride over you. Waiting until the just right time, waiting until your breathing slowed, I then pulled out of you. Lying next to you, I pulled you up on top of my chest. While holding you in my arms I whispered in your ear, "I love you with all my heart and now you're all mine babe."

Thank you babe for helping with the editing. 



You are Entranced



Before you begin may I recommend you find time to relax and enjoy it to the full, wear something silky like a bath robe, and it would be lovely if you have recently washed your hair - oh, and a vibrator would be good too. Hope you like it - I really do.

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You Are For Candlelight, Darling



It's a mild Valentine's night as I lay here in my bed; the windows are open allowing a delicate breeze to touch my lightly moistened body still damp from my evening shower; the candle on my nightstand flickers and cast shadows across the lonely walls of my room. A mild sweet aftertaste of bourbon and cola give me a warm sensuous feeling as I hear Paul Rodgers sing "Ready for Love" and, for a few minutes thoughts of you light again on my mind and gently compress against my longing heart.

You were born to be illuminated in the soft yellow hue of candlelight my darling. I believe that as I recall your long willowy back, the soft curve of your ass only partially covered by the gently clinging cotton sheets, the way you prop yourself up on your elbows and look over at me...the way your hair hangs loosely and so touchable as the shadows from the soft sensuous firelight dance across your face. 

Yes, I can imagine you this way when my mind is allowed to withdraw into its sensuous sanctuary where thoughts of you are kept as coveted treasures that inspire lubricious dreams of languorous journeys. I've ask you to join me, yes to join me under the nighttime lights twinkling above us and the city's illumination of the horizon with its white and gold sparkles...It's calm and sultry which, seems to complement the tension and passion building in our bodies. 

I've wanted you this way for a long time...to feel the spray of water running down our bodies...this sense of melding we realize as our warm wet flesh presses tightly together. I love our mouths touching...the hotness of the flesh contrasting from the freshness of the water streaming down our faces...the way the warm, slickness of our saliva mixes with the cooler, clean liquid trickling through our lips and tongue. 

I want to bite your lip and fuck your mouth with my tongue. Your wet straight hair is dark and dripping with water giving you such a "human" look...a look I crave and could eat as I push you against the redwood pickets and drop to my knee. Pressing my tongue hard against your cunt I slither my hands along your abdomen to your stomach until I can grasp your breast...my arms pressed against your body...absorbing as much sensation as I can into my hungering skin. Your cunt is fulfilling...your warm lubricant, drives me mad as I feel it on my tongue and mouth...the water is running along your body and across my face moving me to push harder into you so as to not lose any of this delicious coating. 

My throbbing penis is longing to penetrate while my loins beg to press against you. As I stand my intentions are so damn obvious that you reach your arms around my neck and then, clinching them firmly together. I reach behind your lower thighs and lift your legs causing your back to press hard into the redwood pickets for support. Lifting your cunt just above my cock my throbbing purple head finds your opening and begins to enter as I ease you down. The water is flushing my cock so I must hoist and drop you again and again allowing my cock to penetrate then retreat drawing a little more of your lubricate coatings farther down the shaft. 

My throbbing lingam eventually finds itself deep inside you sensing you clinching tighter and drawing yourself firmly against me. I push you hard into the pickets such that the wood grain begins to "brand' the tender white skin of your back. My chest and arms are bulging and my veins are clearly delineated along my arms as I hold you off the floor...I pump harder and I feel your body constricting in unison more and more with mine. My ass, thighs and calves...scream out to me and my head pounds so much I can feel it in my eardrums even, as I ask them to constrict and release over and over. 

I am nearing loss of consciousness as I feel my loins tightening and then unloading deep into you. My body is surrendering to the strain and exhaustion such that I can't stay standing. So, I lean harder against you allowing your compression against the pickets to support me briefly as my loins finish ejaculating my warm semen into your drenched fleshly tube. I long to hold you for a minute more as I feel your body still subsiding from the spasmodic crescendo it just experienced. We're trembling as our muscles beg for reprise and together we slowly melt into wooden floor of the outdoor deck. Leaning back against the redwood wall we don't say a word...just listening to the spray of the water and sensing it's reinvigoration as the smell of sex lingers like a soft sensual aftertaste...as of a good red wine...on this Valentine's Day.



You are Given a Name



You’re out on the town with some of your girlfriends when they decide to stop at a new dance club. You go in and find a table for all 4 of you to sit. The music is good, the atmosphere energetic and the crowd looks interesting. While all of your friends are attractive, you know that you look extremely hot tonight in your burgundy colored dress that is cut just short enough to show off your long, luscious and sexy legs. It is daring enough to reveal just the right amount of cleavage to get a man’s imagination playing. The simple gold jewelry and earrings sets off your short brunette hair. The natural leather ankle-wrap high heels finished off your long, supple and sensuous feminine presentation of a successful 30 something. You didn’t need a man tonight, but the thought of some satisfying sexual recreation held some intrigue. 

The normal hassles soon materialized. Even though the setting was new, the crass come-ons, the suggestive innuendoes and overt coarseness of guys trying to score were the same things you had to deal with in other clubs. You were about to suggest leaving when you noticed…to be more accurate, you felt a man at the bar looking at you. You glanced over and saw an attractive, tall, well-tailored man smiling at you. Now this smile was not the normal bar scene leer, he seemed to be looking directly inside of you. Not your typical mental undressing that takes place, but really seeing your inside thoughts, desires and fantasies. You could physically feel his visual penetration of your normally protective persona.

The curious thing was that the attention he was giving you was not uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, it was beginning to become pleasurable. You could almost sense a warmness or small glow of heat beginning to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you returned the tall, dark stranger’s smile. When you made eye contact there was a connection experience that you had never felt before. You felt his penetrating gaze deep in the core of your female being. You could sense that he immediately say and understood things about you that you had never shared with anyone. Amazingly, this feeling was still not threatening…it was almost liberating and freeing to know that someone else could sense how you really felt and appreciate how you really thought. These eerie sensations also resulted in you feeling the most completely feminine and erotically, totally female that you had ever felt in your life.

You could feel your heart beating as the stranger motioned for you to come and take the set next to his. Under normal circumstances this arrogance would be a complete turn off, akin to a high schooler beeping his horn in the driveway expecting the girl to come running. But, that is exactly what you did. As you walked across the room, you noticed that the steps you were taking were not being done with your normal walk. Your eyes never left the stranger and your gait was the most sensuously feeling stride, the sexiest walk you had ever experienced. This new strut almost felt feline in its smoothness and grace as you moved across the floor.

When he opened his mouth and spoke, it revealed a melodious and deep tone that coursed over like a warm shower. “ I noticed that you haven’t accepted any invitations to dance”, he said. 

“I wasn’t really interested in any of the men that came over. They are all the same. The minute they get turned down they turn tail and run embarrassed because I said no. Most men just aren’t strong enough for me. I guess I intimidate most guys”, you told the stranger.

The man continued, “I could sense that as I watched you. The weaklings that came on to you weren’t assertive enough to compete with you. Too many men today are weak and afraid to show their masculinity. I don’t mean some of the chest-thumping Neanderthals you se in here tonight, but I mean a man who is comfortable within himself and knows what he wants and goes after it”. His words struck deeply. These thoughts were exactly what you were saying about dealing with men and dating today. They just weren’t confident…just weren’t man enough for you. 

He went on, “I can tell that you are successful and confident within yourself. Too many men find that a threat. A tall, attractive and assertive woman emasculates too many guys. They figure that they don’t have a chance with you socially so they don’t even ask you out. Most of these morons would be surprised to find out how many nights you spend at home alone.”

Your mind was reeling because this stranger seemed to be able to read your thoughts and knew exactly what, how and why you were feeling. An immediate and intense attraction was drawing you closer to this strong and good-looking stranger.

“I can sense that as much as you like to control most situations, you would also like to give up control in other very intimate situations”, he stated as he looked deeply into your soul.

“How did you know that?” you almost stammered. This man sensed more about your emotional make up and desires in 10 minutes than any boyfriend had in 10 months.

“You and I are connecting on a level that most people can only hope for”, he correctly identified. “I know what you truly want. I know what you really need and I am going to give it to you. You are a girl who wants to be made to feel like the woman that you were meant to be. You like things feminine and are tired of having to play in a man’s world. You want a man to take control of you and release all the sensuality and sexuality rooted deep within your female being. You need a man who can light the fires of erotic desire inside your belly and take you to heights of passion and intimacy that you know are within you, but have never been close to realizing. You want and need to give control of yourself to that man and experience the true physical and sexual pleasures of why you were put on this earth.”

Your eyes glazed over, your head spun and your legs were weak. This glorious stranger had just spoken words that expressed that message that you had been afraid to even admit to yourself. You wanted to be taken and controlled, owned if you will, by this wonderful man. Also, within this realization was an awakening of your sexual self. Your mind and body was awash with desire, arousal and excitement at peaks and levels that were new. Your nipples strained for release from your bras hoping to be caressed and suckled by this beautiful stranger. Your womanhood had never been so wet and your clit never been so engorged with the blood lust heat that you were feeling from the initial release of your female freedom. You were finally realizing that you wanted to be owned, controlled and satisfied as if you were a wanton and shameless sex slave. This realization was liberation for your sexual and sensual soul.

The stranger smiled and continued, “I can see by the look in your eyes, the change in your body posture and by the slight, pleasing aroma of your sexual arousal that I have touched an appropriate nerve. I want you to do something for me”, he asked. Without a moment’s hesitation, you eagerly nodded. “Go to the ladies room and remove your bras and panties and bring them to me.”

You hesitated and started to protest, but the look in his eyes and the authority of his presence made you hold your tongue. How dare this stranger ask you to parade nude underneath your dress. “You don’t seem to understand,” he said. “I’m not asking you…I as the man who understands your deepest and darkest submissive fantasies commands you to do this.”

Oh God, you had never been spoken to in that tone and manner…and you absolutely relished in it. He was right. You wanted to be controlled and dominated…no you needed to be controlled and dominated by this man. You quickly went into the ladies room and removed your lingerie. Your nipples were as enlarged and as sensitive as they had ever been. They almost hurt they were so tender. Your panties were wet with the juices of your excitement. As you walked back, you could feel your nipples poke clearly out of your dress fabric and you were aware of your wetness seeping down the insides of your thighs. The long-legged sensual strut that you exhibited reinforced that you had never felt as beautiful, alive, attractive or desired as you did in this moment of time. You didn’t care who was looking or what they were thinking. Your only aim was to bring your man exactly what he told you to bring.

As you handed him your undergarments, he said tenderly, “As you walked back to me, I have never seen a more striking and breath taking presentation of the female form. From your shiny brunette hair, to your lovely face, to your sensual body and those gorgeous legs…you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You now have a glow or an aura of pure sexuality that exudes from deep inside of you.” You nodded knowingly and smiled demurely because you could feel that same sense emanating from your body. “I now want you to go back to the ladies room and put these on your luscious body”, he said as he handed you a black velvet bag.

Without a hesitation, you turned and wanted to run back to the bathroom. But you didn’t, you knew his eyes were following your beautiful legs and your saucy bottom that was sexily undulating as you strutted. Knowing that you were naked under your dress added naughtiness and exhilaration to your wanton behavior. You found an empty stall and loosened the drawstring of the bag and first removed, what appeared to be a pair of gold alligator clips connected by a thin fine gold chain. You knew these clips were intended for your nipples. Carefully, you lifted your dress over your head and hung it on the back of the stall door. You almost cried out in pleasure as the material of the dress scraped across your unbelievable sensitive nipples. Never had your nipples been larger or extended out as much from your large brown areolas. You opened the first clip and carefully placed the pincers over your left nipple. As you released the clip, your body physically spasmed because of the pleasure you felt in the glorious pain that emanated from your breast. Quickly, you attached the second clip and the same spasm of pleasure caused you to emit an involuntary squeal of excitement. Your breath was being taken away from you in waves of sexual excitement and you didn’t care who heard you. You only wondered why had it taken so long for you to find a man who really understood your wanton needs and desires. 

An unconscious moan of anticipation accompanied the removal of the next item from the bag. It was a thong of soft and luxurious leather. You couldn’t help but bring the leather to your nose and deeply inhale the unmistakable scent of fine leather. The tip of your tongue snaked out to experience the slightly bitter taste of the buttery soft thong. This was not an ordinary thong. Along the crotch were snaps and attached to 3 of the snaps were small instruments of pleasure. Intuitively, you knew exactly what they were to be used for. The most forward snap had a small soft plastic upside-down mushroom cap that you knew was meant to gently cradle your clit. The middle snap held a small 2-inch dildo-like piece that you couldn’t wait to fit inside your yearning hot labia. The third and back most piece almost caused you to spontaneously orgasm. It was a thin cylindrical piece of hard plastic about 3 inches long. This was to be inserted up your rectum. How did this stranger know about your anal fantasies that had never been shared with a living soul. 

You decided you had to put the thong on back-piece to front. You furiously licked the plastic tubing for lubrication. As you licked the tube you couldn’t help but start sucking and wishing your lips held the beautiful stranger’s erect cock. in your mouth. Once the anal device was dripping wet, you squatted down and place the tip at the entrance to your anus. With your muscles relaxed, you gently pushed the piece inside your rectum. Oh, the exquisite feeling as it slid up your ass caused you to moan and shake. All you could do was close your eyes and mentally envision this slim foreign object comfortably fitting inside of your bottom. Your sphincter muscles involuntarily spasmed and sucked the tubing deeper into your ass. This erotic and dirty feeling of pleasure was washing over you. It felt so freeing and wonderful to finally open yourself to pure physical pleasure and satisfaction.

You now focused your attention on inserting the small dildo plug into your vagina. You had never been so hot and wet in all of your life. The rounded head easily slid through your moist lips of pleasure and you felt every tiny sensation as it spread and entered your vaginal opening. You instantly became helpless as the plug filled your pussy. This stranger was cruel because you so wanted to be filled and pleased by the dildo, but the 2 inch size was just large enough to fit all of the way inside you but not big enough to fully penetrate and fill you to the depth that you desperately needed. Your vaginal muscles contracted tying to bring the plug in deeper, but the only result was that it added to your level of arousal and wetness. Internal juices were openly running down the inside of your thighs. 

You felt the plug and anal tubing move inside of you as you bent slightly to place the small cup over your engorged clit. The rosebud of sensation was fully extended and a deepness of red that you had never seen. As you pulled the thong up and over your front hips, the combined pleasure points caused you to become motionless. All you could do was stand still, with your eyes closed, and luxuriate in the feelings of physical bliss. Soon, the reality of your newly incensed physical cravings brought you out of your revelry. You needed to get dressed and have the stranger replace these toys with his body parts.

As you strutted back to your stranger, the physical points of pleasure almost caused you to orgasm as you walked. The nipple clips tightened and pulled as your bra-less breasts bounced with each step. The introduction of pain to your pleasure threshold was an unexpected and hidden thrill. The anal tube, dildo and clit cup moved inside of you with each purposeful stride. You couldn’t help but gleam and smile as you caught sight of the stranger waiting for you.

“I can see by the look on your face that you like what you are now wearing,” he began.

You responded, “I have never enjoyed anything more in my life. I have never felt more excited or aroused. I am doing things and feeling things I would never have let myself do before. I am acting like a naughty, dirty slut, but at the same time, I have never felt more beautiful, more feminine or more like a complete and total woman than I do right now. I am a woman that unquestionably adores the feelings you ignite in me.”

The stranger smiled and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek. The touch of his lips to your skin sent bolts of fire directly from your cheek to your nipples, clit, pussy and anus adding to your sexual heat. He then leaned into your ear and quietly stated that it was time for you to leave. Without a thought of the friends you came with, you eagerly followed your handsome stranger out of the club and into the adjacent parking garage. He walked through several rows of cars until he came to a late model Jaguar sedan.

“Here we are,” he said. As he began to get inside, he instructed you to stand in front of the car. He turned on the car headlamps, got out of the car and shut the door. “Now, take off your dress,” he commanded. 

You couldn’t believe that he was telling you to strip down in the middle of a parking garage. He knew what you were wearing underneath. You started to say something in disagreement when the look on his face stopped you in mid-thought.

“I told you what I want you to do and I will not tell you again,” he said in the most commanding tone. “Stand in front of the headlights so I can enjoy all of your beauty.” 

The tone in his voice, the power in his words, the look in his eyes reached to the deepest recesses of your female being and you instantly felt that this man was the intended one. He was the man to open your life to the pleasures of being dominated, controlled and treated like a slave. You were to become his object of sexual pleasure to be done with or when he pleased. Your purpose was to become purely subservient and submissive to his sexual needs and desires. Your role was to please your man, nothing more and nothing less. It was as if time stood still as this female awakening overtook you. A peace and serenity entered your spirit as you realized that this man had finally brought you to your correct and intended place on earth.

You had never felt more sensual, beautiful and desired as you slowly disrobed for your man. The smile and pleasure on your face was genuine as you gladly bared your body and soul for this perfect stranger. You stood in the middle of the light and anticipated your man’s visual devouring of the female beauty that was before him. You wiggled in happiness when you saw him smile as his eyes lovingly traveled across your entire body. You could feel the heat of his gaze as it stopped and spent more time looking at the handiwork created by the sexual toys that you were proudly wearing. The pleasure that you were receiving, merely by providing him visual pleasure, was the most pure and satisfying you had ever experienced. You knew even more at that moment that the giving of pleasure was why you were put on this earth.

“Excellent, my beautiful one, “ he added gently. “Your internal beauty is becoming even more evident as you realize your true purpose. I now want you to remove the clips and thong.” This time there was no hesitation in your actions, even though you would rather have continued receiving their stimulation. “That is a much more obedient and beautiful woman, good for you,” he praised after you removed the toys from your body. “Get on the hood of the car. Face down and spread eagled,” he commanded.

You immediately positioned yourself in front of the car and crawled on top of the hood. Shocks of pleasure rippled through your body as your hot erect nipples came in contact with the cooler metal of the hood. The heat in your pelvis welcomed the coolness of the car’s metallic touch. Your increased comfort in your sexuality was evident in that you could not keep from rubbing and grinding your nipples and mons against the hood of the sedan. The feelings of excitement were heightened knowing that you were displaying yourself in public and that anyone walking by could literally see all that you had to offer. This newly found sluttiness allowed you to focus on maximizing your erotic delight and physical pleasure.

“You are a hot little whore and slut, aren’t you?” mused the stranger. “You will find greater sexual stimulation if you shimmy your hips down to where the Jaguar hood ornament can come into contact with your clit and labia,” he added.

You really didn’t think or care about how this may have looked to someone else, as you followed your stranger’s instruction. Here you were trying to sexually please yourself using an automobile as your tool of

satisfaction. But, your man was exactly correct. The moment your hot and hard clit came in contact with the cool metal cat sparks began to fly. You could not grind your hips any faster or harder into the ornament. You were moving your thighs down the cat feeling long the hood ornament spreading the silken lips of your pussy. The fire and frenzy was upon you. The sensations were taking control and were becoming the only priority. You were close to coming when you started to thrash and moan in ecstasy. You quickly tried to hold the squeal of delight in your throat for fear that other people may hear it…and then it happened.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The stranger had spanked your bare bottom 3 times. You screamed in pain, delight, pleasure and fulfillment. The most intense orgasm ever came upon you like a tidal wave. Starting at your red-spanked bottom, to your engorged clit and nipples to your pleasure racked brain delirium rolled over you. You could feel each individual finger and hand print on your bottom. The pain was exquisite and the pleasure was indescribable. There seemed to be a direct connection from each point of spanked pain to corresponding points of pleasure in your brain. You had never been spanked before and you now found out that you wanted more of it…the pain…the pleasure…the humiliation…the domination…the control… all contributed to a heretofore unknown level of pleasure and erotic taboo.




You are Given a Name



Once you were able to get your wits about you, you looked back over your shoulder to your stranger. “You never stifle any form of verbal, mental or physical pleasure. It is an experience to be savored and enjoyed as it overtakes you,” the stranger told you angrily. “I was pleased how you responded to the hand, I believe you’ll enjoy the lash even more. Now get down from the car and kneel before me with your back straight, arms to your sides and your knees far enough apart that I can see your slit and silken lips of pleasure. It is time for the ritual of passage that has been passed down through the ages. You must commit to me before I reward you by giving you a new name,” he explained.

Kneeling in front of the stranger in such a vulnerable and submissive posture felt incredibly comfortable, natural and arousing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say in this commitment passage,” you offered. “Please just tell me and I will say anything that you want.”

“Close your eyes, breathe and look deeply into your soul,” he instructed. “I recognized the fire in your belly the moment I saw you . Pleasure slaves are the rarest of diamonds to find. You are descended from an age and tribe of long ago that was revered and protected because of their rare beauty and value. You must get in touch with your innermost female being and recite the words of commitment for this relationship to continue to increased levels of passion.”

Complete relaxation set in as you closed your eyes and looked deeply into your evolutionary past. Suddenly, a warm and comforting light embraced you and you saw the words appear in your mind’s eye. You opened your eyes and looked directly into the incredible blue eyes of the stranger and recited,” I commit to you fully in body, mind and soul. I commit to fulfill your desires and commands without hesitation. You are my world, you are my Master and I am your slave. I eagerly await the name you give me.” Tears of happiness and joy were streaming down your cheeks. Inner peace reigned within your heart and soul. You had found your rightful place, at the foot of your Master.

“What name are you to give me, Master?” you asked. There had never been more natural words come out of your mouth. The word Master rolled off of your tongue as easily and as refreshing as water.

You could feel your Master look inside of you as he thoughtfully replied, “Your name is what you represent and what you enjoy most in the entire world. Your name is…Pleasure.”

Your beaming smile answered your approval.

“Master, you have given Pleasure much delight and satisfaction. What can I do to please you?” you asked.

Your Master responded, “Pleasure, I want you to think and tell me how you will give me delight and erotic satisfaction.” 

You thought, you beamed again and you replied….



You are Intoxicating



You give yourself to him absolutely.

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You Are Invited



This story encompasses aspects of group sex, voyeurism, anal sex and minor bdsm elements. Credit for the idea of this story belongs to Ster001 who requested this fantasy through the Story Ideas Forum. I hope I did it justice.

Tara Andrews muttered as she walked to her closet. What on earth was she going to wear? Dan, her husband, had received an invitation to an exclusive party held by his boss. These parties were known throughout town as 'social events' and a personal invite was a coveted treasure.

That still didn't solve the problem of clothing. It had to be perfect. Tara wasn't sure why she felt that way, but she did. And though excited about attending such a famed party, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just an unsettling sensation deep in her stomach. 

In an attempt to rid herself of the feeling, she pulled the terrycloth towel off her head, allowing her wet dark hair to tumble down. Tiny rivers of water ran down her delicate shoulder blades to the small of her back. Her alabaster skin goose-bumped from the slight chill. With a toss of the towel knotted around her, Tara made her way to the closet for one last perusal. 

She decided on red. The red slinky dress with the spaghetti straps which clung to her figure so nicely. It was elegant, dressy and had just a touch of sexiness. The mid-length hem would be appropriate while still showing off her well-toned legs. Confident in her selection, she finished her make-up and started on her hair. There was still forty minutes before they had to leave. A quick blow dry and a simple twist and she would be on time. 

Exactly on schedule, Tara walked down the stairs to see Dan patiently waiting for her. His eyes shone bright as he watched her approach. Yes. She had made the right selection. Tonight would be a night to remember. 

Tara sat in awe as they drove up the long driveway. The house that stood before them was vast in size and stature. This was not a house, but a mansion. Never had Tara seen anything like it. The whole front was done in a stone and brick design, interweaved perfectly to create an old English design. The front lawn and gardens surrounding the walk were immaculate. Flowers and shrubs of every variety detailed the curved entrance.

"That's some house, huh, babe?"

"Oh, yes. It's incredible. I've never seen anything like it."

"Well, you will tonight."

"Yes, and only because we were invited. This house is magnificent. I wonder why they're so hidden at the back of the lots. I would love to be able to drive around this area and see all these beautiful homes."

"It's for privacy. Otherwise, they would have all us gawkers around constantly."

Tara giggled. "You're right. And I would be the number one gawker. Can you imagine living in a house like this? What a dream."

"Maybe one day, babe. Dreams do come true." With his final words, Dan got out of the car and came around to let Tara out. He held out his arm to his beautiful wife, and together, they climbed the stairs that led to the front door.

Tara let out a slight gasp as they entered the house. The large foyer was candle-lit, marking the way into the large party room. More bouquets of flowers were placed around the room, sending a sweet fragrance into the air. The aura in the room was electric. People mingled and stood around a small make-shift dance floor. The floor itself was lit with colored spot lights which flashed and moved, seemingly in time to the music which filtered through hidden speakers. 

Seeing the only other couple they knew, Dan led Tara over to where Brian and Linda stood. Tara breathed a sigh of relief before giving Linda a tight hug. "Can you believe this place? It's like out of a fairy tale."

"I love it here," Linda answered. "I'm not sure I want to leave."

The two women continued to point out other aspects of the room they liked while the men went to get the group drinks. Tara was about to point out the elaborate fireplace in the corner when she spotted Garrett and Lucinda Robertson, their hosts, coming down the grand staircase. 

"Oh, my," Tara gasped as she watched them. Their entrance had been well-timed and orchestrated. Everyone in the room had a full view of the attractive couple as they entered their own party. Ohs and ahs were heard around the room as they made their way through to greet their guests. 

Tara watched them in a hypnotic trance. She was mesmerized by their elegance and class as they circulated through the room. They were everything she had always assumed of the wealthy. Well bred, classy, beautiful and distinguished. And under it all, a sense of power that energized the room. 

"She's beautiful, isn't she, Tara?" Linda said, pulling Tara back to attention. 

"Absolutely."

"Check out that dress. It's exquisite," Linda continued. "How much do you think it cost?" 

"A lot, I'm sure," Tara answered in reply but her attention had switched from Lucinda to Garrett Robertson. The black tux fit him to perfection and suited his dark Mediterranean looks. His hair was cut short and groomed neatly. It wasn't his good looks that affected Tara, it was something else. As she was trying to place what it was, he looked at her and gave a small nod. 

Caught off-guard, Tara blushed and turned away. She inwardly groaned at being caught staring at him like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

Linda giggled at her pink-face friend. 

"Oh, be quiet," Tara said with a laugh. "Let's go find those men and get our drinks."

They found their husbands talking with a small crowd of colleagues from work. The group talked, laughed and enjoyed themselves. They ate, drank, danced and continued to mingle throughout the room. 

Coming back from the dance floor with one of her husband's co-workers, Tara excused herself and made her way to the powder room. It was on her way back that Tara was stopped by Lucinda Robertson. 

"And how are you doing tonight, love? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yes, thank you," Tara replied. "It's been absolutely wonderful. And can I say, you have a beautiful home."

"Thank you, dear. Perhaps you will see more of it later. But first, let me introduce you to my husband."

Tara turned. She hadn't seen Garrett approach and again blushed slightly. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Robertson. Thank you for inviting us. I was just telling your wife…"

He cut her off. "You will be the one."

"Um, the one, what?"

"That will be on her knees, sucking my cock, before the night is through."

"What?"

"I'll call for you later." With that, Garrett walked away without another look, at Tara or his wife. 

Tara looked quickly to Lucinda to try and explain that she would never, but was struck quiet with the look she saw there. Lucinda did not look shocked or upset. Instead, she almost looked pleased. The grin on her face made Tara's face turn from red to white.

"Hey, hun, you okay?" Dan's words brought Tara out of her spell. She hadn't even noticed Lucinda walk away.

"Um, no. I mean, yes. Yes, I'm fine, Dan, thanks."

"Are you sure? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"No, I'm fine, really." 

"Are you ill? Do you want to go home?"

"No!" The intensity in which she said the word shocked both of them. Although, she didn't know what to think of the earlier encounter, she didn't want to leave. But why? Garrett couldn't have been serious. He hadn't meant that. It was a joke at her expense, wasn't it? It had to be. Plus, she would never do such a thing. She was a married woman and he was a stranger. Not to mention the fact, civilized people didn't act that way. 

Tara let out a shrill laugh that was unlike her. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know what got into me. I'm okay and I really do want to stay. Maybe I'll just get a drink and go sit down for awhile."

"Okay, Tara. But if you change your mind, let me know." He walked her to the bar and ordered her a drink before leaving her on one of the many sofas to relax. She was acting peculiar tonight. He would keep an eye on her.

Tara knew she had alarmed Dan with her behavior. She could see him watching her as he mingled through the crowd. Damn. He couldn't watch her all night. Tara swallowed a sob as the thoughts came. Why couldn't he? It wasn't like anything was going to happen. All she was going to do was sit here and regroup, then act like an adult and enjoy the rest of the party. Although her thoughts were logical, Tara felt upset. Did she want it to happen? To be on her knees before Garrett, sucking his cock? No. It was ridiculous. Then why did her mind keep going back to the idea. She knew she wasn't drunk; she was only sipping on her second glass of wine. It had to be the shock of hearing something so blunt and forward. The absurdity was the reason it was still in her mind. Feeling better, though somewhat disappointed, Tara stood and made her way back into the crowd.

Tara laughed and was enjoying the conversation of the group of people she was with when a shiver ran down her spine. Garrett had brushed up behind her and let his hand rest in the small of her back. He whispered in her ear, "Third floor, second door on the left. You have five minutes."

Tara's face went white then blushed to deep crimson. He was serious. A nervous excitement ran though her before fear set in. She watched Garrett make his way up the stairway without even looking back. His posture said he knew she would be there as commanded. The arrogance of it put her off. How dare he. Did he really expect her to follow? He did, and deep down, she knew she would. 

Tara excused herself from the group and headed to a small alcove along the wall. She needed to think. What was she doing? Was she really contemplating this? The nervous energy that flowed through her made her think so. She was on fire with heat and excitement. Even her pussy was wet with the thought of it. But how could this be? Normally, she would be offended beyond belief if anyone, even her husband, spoke to her that way. 

No. It was absurd. She wouldn't do it. Garrett Peterson may be powerful and rich, but he didn't own her. No one could tell her what to do. Then why did the thought of being degraded like that turn her on? She did want this. Every fiber of her body was telling her so. Tara's mind spun out of control as she battled being the good wife versus being a whore. 

Unbeknownst to Tara, Lucinda had filled Dan in on the earlier conversation and of what had just transpired. Together they stood by the back bar and watched Tara with her inner struggle. 

"If she goes, you will get to watch a treat, indeed." Dan remained silent, his own thoughts whirling around in his head. Lucinda leant in, brushing her breasts against his side. "Oh, Dan, this is just the beginning. Imagine all the fun to be had." Her smile was sinister as well as alluring. 

Just as Dan was about to speak, both noticed Tara slowly make her way up the stairs.

"Let's go up the back. Quick, follow me."

Each stair was a painful experience for Tara. Her emotions boiled and she swallowed back a sob. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? Tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over. Confused and frustrated, she climbed her way to the third floor. 

The second door on the left loomed before her. This was the moment of truth. She could still leave. Turn and run away. But she knew she couldn't. Her will was no longer her own. Somehow, Garrett had reached a place deep inside her soul with his prediction. He had sensed something in her she hadn't realized. But now, here at the large oak door, she knew it was true. She wanted this. Needed it. This desire to be dominated and humiliated as he had done earlier. It had stirred desires in her that burned hot and deep. She couldn't turn back now. This was her destiny and she hadn't cared if anyone noticed her as she walked up the stairs. Even Dan was far from her mind. She belonged to Garrett in this moment and she knew she would do as he instructed. With a fire in her belly and a shaking hand, Tara turned the doorknob and entered the room.

"You're late." His voice was not loud but his disapproval was evident.

Tara stood dumbstruck. All her earlier confidence in her decision shattered. Fear stood out in her brilliant blue eyes. 

"You must be punished for your tardiness. Strip, slut."

Tara was not sure if she was more shocked from being told to strip or being called a slut. Whichever it was, both turned her on, and added to her confusion. Her fingers fumbled as she slipped the straps of her dress over her creamy shoulders. The dress fell away leaving her in only a pair of panties and black stockings, along with the four-inch heels she had worn. She looked at him with desperation. 

"Now the panties."

Tara couldn't believe her hands as her fingers slipped away her black panties. Here she was, stripping away her clothes in front of this man, and she still didn't understand why. What shocked her more was the knowledge that she liked it. Though her skin flushed red with embarrassment, she was sexually excited.

Garrett sat on the edge of the king-size bed and continued to look over her almost naked body. With a slight nod and a pat of his lap, he summoned her to him. "Over my knee, slut."

"What?"

"Let's not play games. You were late and you will be punished for it. Come here."

On shaking legs, Tara approached and stood at his side. She knew what was expected of her. Gingerly, she lay across his lap. She gasped as his hand rested on her backside.

"A very lovely ass, indeed. Let's see if we can make these cheeks blush as nice as the ones on your face."

"Oh, god," Tara moaned before the first smack came down. His hand continued to slap her ass in a rhythmic pattern and beat. And although it stung, Tara found she enjoyed the warmth and sensation it caused in her. 

As the blows carried on, the heat and pain increased. Tara yelped with each new smack. But it was not the pain that fueled her desires. It was the fact that she was spread over a stranger's lap and being punished. The shameful thought was bringing her to a peak. Before she could explode with pleasure, Garrett stopped and had Tara stand to face him.

He walked to the bureau before speaking. "I think you enjoyed that. Your pussy is soaked and ready to cum, but that's not the reason you're here." Garrett stood and unzipped his trousers. Tara looked at him with wide eyes. "On your knees, slut."

Tara started to walk to him.

"On your knees, now! You will crawl to me, understand?"

Shocked and with tear-filled eyes, Tara nodded and dropped to her knees. His displeasure added to her humiliation of having to crawl like an animal. "That's better. Now kneel before me and open your mouth. Wider!"

Tara complied even though it was uncomfortable to have her mouth so open. The tears which had been welling in her eyes earlier spilled down her cheek as he slapped his cock against her lips. She tried to capture him in her mouth but he was intent on teasing her. He moved his cock just out of her mouth's grasp. 

"Look at the little slut trying to get that big cock. Come on, slut, get it." His words chided her as he kept just out of reach. "What's the matter? Open your mouth and take it. I know you want it, now come and get it."

He stepped back every time she almost had his organ in her mouth, making her continue to crawl forward to stay in reach. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. 

Finally he allowed her to take him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped instantly around his rigid pole. Tara was so in need of him by this time that she eagerly sucked him deep into her mouth. Her rhythm was fast and urgent. The taste of his pre-cum fueled her desire and she thrust herself forward causing his cock to hit the back of her throat. She let it sit there before slowly gliding her lips along his shaft as she released him. 

"Very nice, slut, but a gift like you have must be shared."

Tara gave no thought to his words but rather concentrated on taking his cock back into her hot mouth. She didn't notice that he had pressed a small button on the bureau as he spoke. It was only when a shadow passed over her did she open her eyes and stop. 

Two men had entered the room. One was an older man who looked as if he had seen better days. He looked disheveled and dirty. The other was a young black man. Although he too looked out of place in this majestic house, his looks were very manly and rugged. These men had not been present downstairs but were obviously known to Garrett. 

Tara was left naked and kneeling on the floor while he re-zipped his pants and spoke in a hushed tone to the two. She turned beat red with embarrassment while the men ogled her as they listened. Paralyzed with shame, she didn't try to cover up her nakedness with her hands. 

Tara watched in shock as the older man approached. "I got something for you to suck, girl."

In disgust, Tara shook her head vehemently.

"Listen, bitch, take it out and suck it."

"No. I won't," and then more weakly, "I can't."

Garrett's voice cut in. "You can and you will." 

Tara looked to him immediately. She was ready to plead until she saw the look on his face. This was what he wanted. He had set it up. His eyes calmed her and she knew she would be okay. The need to please him overtook her earlier denial. Hesitantly, Tara took the old man's cock into her mouth. After a few strokes, she forgot about him and concentrated on doing it for Garrett. The thought both excited and shamed her. She loved the feeling of giving into his control. At the same time, it made her feel used and like a toy. The idea that she was nothing more than sexual entertainment ignited her passions further. 

So much so that when the young black man started to fondle her pussy, she let out a loud guttural moan. Tara tried desperately to hump his expert fingers while she blew the older man. Her sexual nature had been released and her body responded to her actions. All the while, she was aware of Garrett's watching and tried her best to give him a good show.

Dan could not believe what he was seeing. There was Tara, sexually involved with two men while another watched. He might have burst into the room in anger if it hadn't been for Lucinda. She had sensed his discomfort, and in an effort to sate him, started rubbing his cock through his pants while whispering in his ear.

"Doesn't that look good, Dan? I bet you want some of that too, don't you?" She paused for just a second. "I know I do." Soon Lucinda was on her knees with Dan's cock in her mouth. What could he do now? Tara was sexually satisfying strangers while his boss's wife worked his own cock. What a party this had turned into. Dan continued to watch as the two men switched places on his wife.

"I got to try out that pussy now. Get up here and let the slut work on your package."

By now, Tara was eager to see what the young black man had to offer. Her eyes grew wide when he pulled out his enormous member. Not only was it longer than she had ever seen, but thicker too. 

Her attention was stolen momentarily by the older man's grip on her hips before he plunged inside. "Oh, yeah, baby, that feels so good." 

Tara looked up to see Garrett still watching intently. He gave her a slight nod to continue. She wished it was Garrett who was fucking her but she was strangely satisfied knowing he was enjoying watching her. Taking the young man's large cock in her hand, she placed her lips around its head. It was too large to take in fully but she pleasured him as best she could. 

"You can take more." Garrett's voice invaded the air. "Come on, girl, show me what a slut you are."

Fueled on by his words, Tara tried to take more of the massive cock into her mouth. She choked and gagged on it as the older man pushed her forward with his thrusts. The pain of her mouth open so wide was offset by the pulsing in her pussy and Garrett's crude comments. He called her a slut. A whore. How she was nothing but a toy for their pleasure and amusement. She wanted it and they were going to give it to her. His comments sent her over the edge and she exploded in climax.




You Are Invited



You're invited to gambling party- couples only-anything goes

We've had two experiences with wild sex--our visit to the cottages, and our poker game, both of which you can find in our other stories--and we remember them fondly, so one night we decided it was time for a third. We wanted to plan a real extravaganza this time. After much discussion we came up with an idea and decided that we would invite the couples we got to know, intimately, from the cottages and the poker game but also put an ad in a swingers web site, because, for this, the more the merrier. We sent out the invitations. You're invited to a gambling party--Couples only-Anything goes-Dress in formal wear. We chose a picture we took at the cottages, of my wife and Theresa bent over the table and me playing with Theresa's pussy and Rick's cock halfway in my wife's pussy, and, since the theme was gambling and the attire was formal, also a picture of a slot machine with a man in a tux and a woman in an evening gown. Then we sent the invitations to Theresa and David, Fiona and Rick from the cottages, Gunner and Inge, Annabelle and Michael, and Henry and Bridgett, from out poker game and also posted it on the web. 

We got some interesting replies to our invitation. One was just an envelope with one word Yes, another was a picture of red lips around a stiff cock, one from Henry and Bridgett, who were still new at this, was a brief note, we will be there. All in all, with the ad, we got 11 acceptances, so with us, 12 couples- 12 pussies, 12 cocks. We began preparing.

It took some work because we needed slot machines, card tables and sex rooms. The hardest part was preparing the coins for the slot machines. The slot machines would be just for the women and the card tables for anyone. The winning coins had to be printed with sex favors on them, written for the woman but directed to the men- for example- 'invite five men into the dark room then get on all fours and let them do to you as they please' or 'play truth of dare with your partner and three other couples' The women were to gamble for the coins, get as many as they could, and pick the ones they wanted to do, and well, do them.

The location was a rented house outside the beach and we moved in a couple of days early to prepare. There were six rooms to set up- a lounge, a card table room, a room covered from wall to wall in plush mattresses, a dark room, a toy room with a king size bed with four posts, and a glory hole room. I was hard practically the whole time and my wife kept rubbing herself but eventually everything was set up. 

Finally the evening came. My wife was wearing a long black silky dress that came to her ankles but was slit up on the right side to her upper thigh; the dress was cut deeply, revealing her fine cleavage. She had on high heels and a simple band of pearls around her lovely neck. The first to arrive were Gunner and Inge, as we expected, since they said they would come to loosen us up. My wife was in the living room and she opened the door, greeted Gunner and gave him the customary kiss hello. This kiss lingered just a minute longer than usual while their mouths explored each other. I came in then, after putting the finishing touches on the lounge and got us all a drink. Inge looked at me and twirled, her red dress was formal and obviously a designer, but was so short that as she twirled there was an opportunity to see the outline of her ass in her purple panties. I had on black pants, a black t shirt and a tuxedo jacket. 

Before we had a chance to do anything with Gunner and Inge the other couples started coming in. Pretty soon there was a room full of people dressed to the nines, talking, mingling and drinking. There were all sorts of couples, ranging in age from 30's to 60's with all sorts of body shapes too. Something for everybody. Literally. We smiled and said hello to everyone with a special kiss and squeeze for those we had played with. Then my wife rang the bell and took charge.

"Welcome everyone, we are going to have a great night, but first there are some rules. We will start as I direct and then anything goes, but the women will be in charge the entire evening. So of course they will do as they want, so men if you want to say no, of course no means no. But I'd be surprised if that happens." She winked at someone. "Now I want you all to follow me."

She led everyone into the glory hole room and separated the men and the women. There were 12 holes, "Now men, take out your cocks, hard or not, and put them in the holes. Here's the rule. Women every hard cock with pre cum will be kissed, rubbed, sucked and made to come. The rest you can look at, touch or suck, but if they get hard with precum you have to make them cum." My wife told me later that there were only two hard cocks at first and she broke the ice by going for them, sucking one and stroking the other. She made both of them cum. She said her pussy was dripping wet. Pretty soon the other women joined in, sucking, blowing, licking, it was too much, and by the end, every man had come. I came hard after at least three different women played with me. The woman that brought me over had a sucking technique with a slurp that was exquisite. Making every man come was precisely the idea, to make sure the hard cocks would last once the real fun began. My wife then directed the men to the lounge and the women to the slot machines. The lounge had TV with porno, magazines, books of penthouse letters, drinks, herbal aphrodisiacs, Viagra- in short whatever was needed to for the guys to recover. Meanwhile the woman played the slots and collected coins. 

It would be impossible to tell the experiences of everyone there so I will tell you only what happened to me and what my wife told my later happened to her. We know what happened to Gunner and Inge and Theresa and Rick from other adventures but that is for another story.

I sat in the lounge reading a group of stories from a penthouse book. Some of them involved bisexuality, cheating, pain or other things that didn't turn me on but after about 15 minutes I found a story that really turned me on. It was about a group of guys playing poker while their wives were in the kitchen complaining about their lack of sex. They decided to play hostess for the game, coming back with treats, beer and drinks and wearing less and less each time, until the guys started to notice. Then Richard lost all his money so Ingrid said "Bet me honey" and he did. He lost and after Ingrid stroked his lap and asked him what he wanted her to do he said give Bob a slow blow job while everyone looks on. Soon the game was all about betting wives blowjobs, pussies, asses, and the story got hotter and hotter. Once my hard on was back I couldn't wait to go back out. Each man in the lounge had his own way of getting back into the mood, I'm sure.

My wife won 33 coins and was hot just reading the instructions. Some women were exchanging coins but she went through hers, picked her top six and put them in order, hottest last. She gave the rest away to a black haired woman, wearing a white designer dress, who was having bad luck at the slots. After what seemed a long time, but really wasn't, she called the men out. We began mingling and drinking and I was about to go talk to Bridgett when a woman I didn't know came up to me with a coin. She was about 5'6" and wore a purple evening gown that came up around her neck. She appeared to have large tits and a smooth round ass but it was a little hard to tell as her gown covered her from head to toe. She handed me a coin that said "Go to the card room and play truth or dare with the man of your choice". Off we went.

My wife's first of six coins said " Pick two men, lead them to the couch, kneel in front of them, remove their cocks, if they are still dressed, and going back and forth give them both blow jobs, don't let them come." My wife loves sucking cock and is very good at it and had to work at not letting them come. She said that she chose Rick and Gunner because she had felt, touched and tasted both of their cocks and liked them, that's how she wanted to start. The way she put it; Rick's cock is thick with a large ridge and Gunner's is long, she wanted variety. She also wanted to kneel on the floor and put on a show, so she hiked up her skirt. She had on see-through pantyhose that were soaked around her pussy so were even more see through. I know I looked from the game room; I'm sure every man did.

Sheila was the name of the woman who wanted to play truth or dare. She smiled at me and said "Dare". I nodded. "I dare you to take off your pants and any underwear but keep on your t shirt and tux." I stood up, turned around and unbuttoned my pants. I swayed to the music until I was naked below the waist. Her eyes stayed glued to my cock. My turn. Truth. Are you completely naked under your gown? To my surprise she stood up and bumping and grinding took it off. Completely naked. I was right. I was right about her tits and ass too. She had a dark bush but shaved pussy lips which were so wide open you could see inside. I wanted to touch but it was her turn. 

My wife stopped sucking and blowing way before the guys wanted her to but she didn't let them come. Her next coin said pick three guys, take them to the toy room, have them tie your ankles and wrists to the posts and then let them take turns playing with the toys, and you. Each guy should lead you close to coming but you must say 'now' before you come and they must stop. She came up to me and showed me the coin and asked me to be one of the guys so I said goodbye to Sheila, who began looking at her coins, and at naked or half naked guys, and I walked away with my wife. She also chose a guy we didn't know, he was younger, about 40, completely naked. I'm sure she chose him from looking at his cock by the tilt of her eyes. I'm sure she also wondered what woman had got him complexly naked. She then went to Gunner because he was standing alone while Inge was getting gang fucked in the ass on the living room floor. My lovely wife still in her black dress led the three of us in. We unbuttoned her dress so it fell over her sides leaving her tits and pussy on display and tied her up. She picked me to go first, Gunner next and the new guy, Neil, last. 

I picked up a dildo and first rubbed it along her tits, then up to her mouth and watched her lick the tip and look me in the eye. Then I slid it down to the outside of her pussy lips and began rubbing it back and forth ever harder and faster until she moaned 'now', and I had to stop. Gunner then picked a realistic large cock and teased her pussy lips and then held it at the opening. He didn't move it, so she lifted her hips to engulf it, it was one of the hottest things I ever saw. He just held it there and she had to buck her hips to fuck it, she went slow at first, then fast, then squirmed on it, then fucked it so fast I thought for sure she would come, but she let out a muffled moan and a 'now. I looked up to see that Neil had sat on the bed and had put his cock to her lips. But now it was his turn. He got a tongue vibrator and held it against her pussy lips getting a pussy licking like she's never had. It didn't take her long to say 'now' but I suspect that she had come, just a little, while hip fucking the large 'cock'.

I untied her and we kissed and then went out to the living room. A couple came up to us and handed the coin 'pick three couples and go into the dark room,' we looked at each other and smiled and went ahead.

It was incredibly hot walking about in there. I felt hips, tits asses, pussies and had fingers grip my cock. Often when I bumped into a woman I would finger and stroke her trying to decide, just from the pussy if it was my wife. One woman started squeezing my cock, letting go and squeezing again over and over, either my wife had learned a new hand job technique or this was someone else. She had a way of squeezing that was wave like and delicious and soon I reached the point of no return. I came loud and long. I'm sure my wife heard my moans.

So with a soft cock I wandered back to the lounge to wait for another hard on. I took one of the Viagra's because I wasn't sure I could come three times but I wanted to try. I settled in for a while. My wife went through a couple more of her coins, I'm not sure what she did, but it was the thought of the possibilities of what she was doing that got me hard again, so out I went. She's promised to tell me what she did the next time we plan some wild sex.

When my wife saw me walk out with a hard on she clapped and said, "We are all here, so now for the finale". I couldn't believe it was time for the end, had I been out that long? But I was ready. "Women you are to get in a line and lean over the table. Men you form a line over there. Now going down the line fuck every woman in the pussy or ass, her choice, skipping your wife until you've fucked every other woman then go to your wife and fuck until you come". It was a great idea and the different pussies were amazing as I'm sure the cocks were for the women. Some pussies were loose, some tight, some undulated, some were messy with lubricant, some with sperm, some sloppy with pussy juice, everything you could think of. I ended up in back of my wife, fucking hard. I'd come twice that night and I really pounded away. I thought maybe I wouldn't be able to come. It seemed to go on forever. I lost track of time but it was feeling so good. After what seemed like hours I felt my balls tighten and my thrusts became deeper and harder and deeper and harder. I was on the verge of cumming for what seemed like hours. I finally exploded in a mind bending orgasm. Later my wife said she had four orgasms that night. One in the toy room just like I suspected, one in the dark room when she was being anomalously fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time and twice while I pounded away at her. 

I wandered incoherently and then fell asleep in mattress room and when I woke up she was with me. Everyone else was gone. We looked at each other, said I love you, and smiled. I ran my hand down her back, she was naked, and up the sweet curve of her ass. I felt a familiar tingling in my cock.



You Are Invited



Dan had also climaxed at the same time as Tara and delivered his load into Lucinda's eager mouth. She gently licked him clean and nuzzled his balls before standing up and excusing herself. When Dan turned to see where she was going, he noticed Brian and Linda standing there. They had not only been watching him and Lucinda but had full view to see the scene Tara was involved in as well.

Brian spoke in a hushed voice, "Sorry, man, but we came looking for you guys and kind of stumbled in on this. I have to say, we've quite enjoyed it so far." The grin on Linda's face said she was in full agreement. 

"Um, I, um. I don't know what to say," Dan stuttered. 

"Don't say anything," Linda whispered, "just watch." The three focused their attention back to the main bedroom.

"I'm going to blow," the older man called out. "Turn around, bitch and open wide."

Tara released the big black cock from her mouth and turned to face the older man. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and swallowed his hot seed as it shot into her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah, that was great, slut. Did you like that?" the older man asked.

Tara nodded in answer.

"Good. Then you're going to love what's coming next."

"Yes," Garrett chimed in, "and we shall enjoy watching her take it."

Tara looked at Garrett in confusion and then felt the young man behind her. Ah. Now she would feel this massive cock in her pussy. Tara groaned in anticipation. His cock head dipped into her wetness. She tried to push back against him but he pulled out. When he brought his organ back to her, Tara jumped forward in shock. 

"Remain still," Garrett ordered.

Fresh tears spilt from her eyes as she knew she would not resist what was coming. Once again, she felt his huge member press against the delicate opening of her ass. In one slow, excruciating thrust, his cock invaded her inner sanctuary. 

Tara cried out in sobs. She tried to breathe deep and allow her body to adjust to this huge invasion of her body. He started to fuck her ass with long slow strokes. And although each new drive made her gasp, soon she was thrusting back in rhythm. 

"Now!" Garrett's voice rang out. "Punish her ass hard."

The young man increased his intensity and drove his cock deep into Tara's ass. She screamed out with each new thrust. After a rapid flurry of strokes, the young man gave out a moan and unleashed his hot spunk into Tara's ravaged ass.

As soon as he pulled out, Tara slumped to the floor in exhaustion. 

"Oh, my, don't tell me I've missed the party." 

Tara looked up instantly to the sound of Lucinda's voice. Her eyes widened as she took in the vision before her. Lucinda was totally naked except for her heels and a humungous dildo strapped to her body. 

"Ah, dear," Garrett responded, "you know the party doesn't start until you arrive."

Lucinda grinned and stood directly in front of Tara. "Such a pretty little slut. Garrett always picks the best ones. Come, dear, let's get you positioned properly."

With a hold of Tara's hair, Lucinda dragged her over to where Garrett sat on the edge of the bed. He had already taken off his pants and his organ was fully erect. 

"Lay back, hun, and let our toy climb aboard."

Tonight had been everything from a mixture of shame and embarrassment to excitement and sexual turn-ons for Tara. Whatever the consequences of her actions, tonight had opened her mind and allowed her sexuality to soar. 

With a sense of complete lust, Tara climbed over Garrett and lowered herself onto his waiting cock. She moaned loudly as his hands grabbed her breasts and pulled her down. He twisted and pulled her nipples causing her to crush her chest against him in relief. Sensing Lucinda approach, he released his grip and moved his hands to spread Tara's ass cheeks apart. 

In one vicious thrust, Lucinda entered Tara's ass with the huge strap-on. Tara cried out in pain and pleasure. The feeling was intense. She felt as if she would explode with the fullness. Lucinda continued to fuck Tara's ass with hard strokes. With Lucinda's forcefulness and Garrett's cock hitting its mark inside her, Tara exploded in a flurry of orgasms. 

Garrett followed soon afterward. Seeing the two were spent, Lucinda removed the strap-on from Tara and sat on the bed beside them with a pout.

"What's the matter, my dear?" Garrett questioned.

"Our slut had all the fun and I still haven't cum." 

"Well, dear, maybe our friends standing in the hall can remedy that," Garrett said, acknowledging the voyeuristic trio with a grin.