0 comments/ 25274 views/ 2 favorites The Desire Principle Ch. 01 By: timelessembrace Authors Note: As this is the first chapter of what I hope to be an ongoing epic, I should clarify a number of things before I begin. If you like you can feel free to skip this little introduction, but what I'm going to say here will actually benefit you most if you are the sort to tire easily from reading long paragraphs of non-sexual material. Any chapter containing the term "Exposition" in the subtitle, such as this one does, will be a chapter devoted to character development and backstory, featuring very little or no sexual activity, and any such activity that does appear will be breezed over without great effort spent on description. If you just want the sex, skip these chapters (or read them when you're just killing time and not really 'in the mood'). Following most, but likely not all, expositions there will be a chapter featuring the term "Culmination" in the subtitle, which is to indicate that this is a follow-up to the exposition which will feature sexual situations nearly always resulting in a 'climax' at the climax, if you take my meaning. Think of these as two-part stories with all of the mundane material of the first part serving to build up to the explicit material of the second. Readers who enjoy the journey as well as the destination will do well to read both together, if possible. I'll do my best to always post Exposition and Culmination chapters at the same time or very close together to keep the momentum going for the story. If you happen to see an Exposition chapter stand alone for more than a day or two, there's a good chance that it means there will be no Culmination chapter to finish it out. The next chapter will almost definitely feature sexual situations, but it won't be an honest conclusion, as the previous chapter will have concluded itself. Last but not least I should preface this first chapter and explain that it is very dark and gloomy. While I want to apply what I call 'realistic grit' to this series, the whole of it will not be nearly as depressing as the first half of this first chapter. I wanted to start low now to establish who the main character is and why he has the needs that he does. If you don't want to feel bad for him, you can either skip the first two scenes or so, or just take my word that he'll be getting his lucky break soon enough. Hah. I hope that all of that was coherent and cohesive, and I hope even more so that you all will enjoy reading my tales. ***** The Desire Principle, Ch. 1: The Exposition of Jacob Watts Jake cleaned out his desk, numbly. Into one white plastic crate went six years of service, six years of loyalty, six years of memories. As it turns out, the combined physical representation of that amounted to a fake potted plant, a small framed picture of his parents, and about a dozen or so manila folders that he should have been using for reports, but had in fact been home to statistic sheets for the role-playing games that had (unbeknownst to him) earned him the nickname of 'office wizard.' He shook hands with a few friends who he had made among the cube farm (as he called it), and waved to two more that milled over by the water cooler attempting to avoid the awkwardness of actual conversation. He pressed the little button to call the Old Faithful, the ancient and loud elevator that served as their transportation device to the world of normal folk. Times were tight for the company, and he couldn't in good conscience begrudge them for his dismissal as he had been one of many non-essential staff on the payroll. Still, the timing could have been better. Happy Birthday, he wished himself as the elevator doors closed. Jake was twenty-five today. Relatively young and as of yet rather inexperienced, he had landed his quaint little office job as an internship out of high school and had turned it into a full time gig. He was beginning to think that it might even be something he could stick with for the long haul. He hated the work, of course, but he was paid well (for what he expected someone at his age to be making) and access to the office's supplied meant plenty of free copies of game rulebooks and sheets for himself and his friends. He tried not to focus on all of he things that he had enjoyed about the job as the doors to the elevator opened and he trudged out to the lobby. He waved to the front desk secretary, another of the few peers that he felt actually enjoyed his company. She looked legitimately sad to see him going, so maybe he was right about that at least. Wandering out into the brisk afternoon Jake began his trip home with the thought, God damn it, where did I park? ***** It was garbage day and Jake had forgotten to set the bins by the road again. The only reason that he remembered was that apparently some stray dogs had torn open his neighbors bags and strewn a trail of empty aluminum cans and newspaper across one corner of his lot. Jake wasn't certain if he should be more annoyed that his neighbor had cleaned up her own yard but left his portion untouched, or that the entirety of the trash he saw were all recyclables that should have been left in the bin last week. Resigning that the old adage of it pouring whenever it rained must be true, Jake dismissed the rubbish for the time being and hefted his not-so-hefty crate of personal effects under one arm as he wandered up to his front porch. He could practically feel the little rain cloud forming over his head, and sped up his pace so as to keep the neighborhood folk from seeing it too. Inside he went through his usual routine of sifting through junk mail and pressing the button on his machine to confirm that he hadn't missed any calls. He meandered over to the refrigerator and opened it. He didn't particularly feel hungry, but this was usually the part of the day where he unwound from work with a little rest and relaxation in front of the computer or the television, and today that just didn't seem appealing. The part of him that wanted to eat to pass the time and the part of him that was still quite full from lunch met half way and decided on a cup of yogurt, which he unceremoniously tore the tin lid from and discarded on his way to the den. He sat in silence for the first half of his cup, which he never really thought tasted like the fruits that they advertised, until he decided that sitting in a dark and noisy room was less depressing than a dark and silent room, and switched on the tube. Jake made a big show for nobody of switching channels every time something good happened to the characters in the show he was half-watching, and eventually resolved to just watch commercials since in those at least the people were being happy about something that he probably had. As it turned out commercials were more interesting than he had usually given them credit for, either because of the clever writing that they were allowed to get away with due to not having executives in the studio when they shot, or because of the incredibly cheesy writing that was half the time delivered in clear parody and the other half delivered with such sincerity that you couldn't help but laugh. It must have been an hour or so that Jake spent ultimately forgetting the events of the day, relaxing into his recliner in his little two-bedroom house with a view of a glorified pond. But forgetting one thing gave way to him remembering another; his bladder. He amused himself briefly with the notion of a man having such a horribly depressing day that he simply gave up all effort at life and wouldn't even expend the needed effort to stand up to relieve himself, but he was quickly recognizing the danger of a brief notion becoming a grim actuality, and he stood and made his way to the john at the end of the hall. Returning to a still warm chair and a still playing television Jake barely touched ass to seat before he caught what was on the screen and perked up slightly. A movie that he'd been waiting for came out this week, and he had nearly forgotten to go see it. Weighing the pros and cons briefly he decided that he was still getting a full paycheck next week and that his very modest severance package would be enough to get him through as if he was still employed for a month or so following that. Ultimately he decided that it was his birthday and he needed some sort of pick-me up. He clicked off the TV and went to retrieve his keys. ***** The previews were usually more enjoyable than the first five minutes of the film, Jake noticed as the story started to take off. It wasn't all that surprising to him really, as he expected that most people preferred the build up. It was sort of like being teased sexually, he mused, postulating that many women, and very likely a good portion of men, enjoyed the build up of foreplay as it made the outcome so much better. If it was done right, of course. The movie wasn't really what he had expected it to be, and he began to take more interest in looking around the theatre at the other patrons enjoying their popcorn and soda. There wasn't a very big turnout. It was a smaller budget film with a second string cast, and it was nearly a week since it released, so Jake wasn't really that surprised. He made a practice of sitting in the back row, so as to not be distracted by talkers behind him, and so had a good view of the room. He saw a few groups that looked like friends that came to waste an afternoon together, and one or two couples clearly on dates, some more relaxed than others. One couple caught his attention, as they seemed to be bickering at first glance. The same reason that he had chosen to sit in the rear of the theatre was now causing him to not be able to make out clearly what their argument was about, much to his chagrin. Coming up with a little internal dialogue for them, he attempted his best to play it out with the movement of their lips. This movie's stupid¸ he mimed as the woman's mouth fluttered rapidly. She'd clearly said a lot more, but he was keeping it simple. I told you what it was about. You didn't have to come, quipped back the voice in his head, and he was surprised that the man's lips seemed to be pretty close to in sync with his second sentence. He wondered if he had been guessing right, then realized that she was talking again. Quickly he thought up, Why? Did you have a different date? He was clearly way off this time, beginning to seem more like he was dubbing a kung fu flick. The man nodded, and said one word that Jake was able to match to, Yup. He was already forming her reply in his mind for that, and was ready as her mouth opened. Before he could match voice to motion however, she disappeared. Not so much vanished, as if into thin air, but she definitely was not there anymore. Curiosity piqued, Jake watched on as the man's head sort of leaned back and lolled to the side. His arm came off of the back of the seat beside him, where it had been resting, and moved to rest on his lap. It was clear however, from the angle of his shoulder and elbow, that his hand was actually resting on something about ten inches or so above his lap. More than just piqued at this point, Jake was engrossed. For the next five minutes or so Jake was not in the movie theater, not really. He was living in the exact moment of that silhouetted woman opening her mouth and simply ceasing to be in the seat beside her date. He made a point to tear his eyes away for just a moment to scan the other attendees, and was immediately quite certain that he was the only one privy to the goings on in front of him. He realized of course that he was the only person sitting behind this couple, and that in some theaters the back row seems to disappear into a mass of inky blackness when contrasted by the projector on the wall above. He continued to watch lecherously in anticipation as he attempted to recall if these two had come in before the lights went down. He didn't have long to ponder it, as suddenly the outline of the man against the flickering screen flinched. He watched as the shape was still for a moment, and then another small shudder came, and a third. His head was upright now, and both hands were at rest above his crotch. The next moments took a veritable eternity, but with patience Jake waited until he saw what he was hoping to see. Slowly and gingerly the shape of a woman's head and shoulders slid back up to a sitting position, and then with a good deal less grace she popped up out of her seat and began up the aisle toward the exit. The thought of not looking hadn't really occurred to Jake up to this point, so he just kept on trailing the female form with his eyes as she approached the row he was sitting in. A sudden on-screen event, which of course Jake had not seen coming, caused the light produced by the projector to dim significantly. The woman stopped to catch her bearings and looked around. Her head pointed in Jake's direction and he could almost feel her eyes coming into focus on him. As his eyes too came to clarity he saw an expression of shock come over her, and she gave a short startled gasp and her hand flew to her mouth. He saw her struggle for a moment with some internal reflex. Is she... did she just...? Jake didn't need to finish his thought as she coughed just slightly enough for a little spatter of white fluid to pass her lips and catch on her index finger. With a brand new expression of absolute horror, and while still making eye contact with a frozen (and at this point ragingly erect) Jake, she bolted up the rest of the shallow ramp and out the exit. The commotion caught the attention of most of the theatre-goers, but none more so than her date, who stood quickly, slowed slightly by some adjustment he first had to make to the front of his pants, and flew out the door on his partner's heels. There had thankfully been more onscreen action at the time, and Jake was fairly confident that the man had failed to notice him. The film after that seemed even more uneventful than before, and Jake found himself replaying that look on her face about as often as the moments of her sudden departure and return. Though he was aching for the credits to roll, when they did he found that he had to wait through them to the end, lest he betray what he had actually watched in that theatre by way of the somewhat obvious tent that he was sporting. Thankfully his little buddy had calmed down enough by the time the janitorial staff came in that he could make his escape back to his car and from there the seclusion of home, where he could actually do something about that lump in his crotch. ***** Only a few blocks away from the cinema Jake had decided on a small detour. It wasn't as if he really needed to rush home, he wasn't exactly going to forget any of the events he witnessed that night, and he had thought of another way to lift his spirits. Although Jake had grown up a good ways outside of town, he attend junior high and high school in this town, and had many fond (and not so fond) memories of the area. One of the better ones was of a little park which had been renovated some time during his junior high tenure. He'd had his first kiss in that park during a school football game, and had spent many afternoons just lounging there with friends, occasionally goofing off on various large toys and structures designed for use by much smaller children. He would occasionally stop by his old stomping grounds as a way of centering himself. Usually that meant that he was unwinding from a tough week or taking some time to get some fresh air and sort out financial trouble in his head. This would be the biggest crisis he had ever looked to this little park to solve, but the moon was full and the night was warm, so he figured it couldn't hurt. Everything was mostly as he remembered it. There were a few more benches, the wood chips looked fresh, and he found a larger number of cigarette butts conveniently left lying on the ground beside the cigarette butt receptacles than usual, but it was still the same old place despite all of that. He made his rounds, observing how so many of the old spare tires and chains that they had converted into children's entertainment were still holding up since his last visit and the one before that. There was one significant new addition that he hadn't yet noticed, however. And that was, "Out for a stroll?" The voice came from behind Jake, in the direction of the small branch of a larger river that ran through the park's southern quadrant. He turned a little abruptly, not really expecting to see anyone else in the park that night. What he saw were four men. More accurately he saw three men, and an ogre they had taught to stand erect and wear people-clothes. He had to be pushing six feet tall, and was almost half his height in width. The whole group wore ragged jeans and tees, mostly sporting the logos for metal bands that had disbanded over a decade ago. Jake did also notice that one in the back was holding, of all things, a golf club. There was no golf course near here. He had no right holding a golf club in a city with no golf course at nearly eleven o'clock at night. Of course Jake wasn't going to be the one to point that out. "I said," repeated the apparent leader of the thugs, "are you out for a little stroll, tonight?" Jake really wanted to point out that he hadn't said exactly that, but he made the much wiser choice of stammering out a, "Yeah." He felt his blood draw away from his skin. He couldn't be experiencing what he thought he was. This was a nice town, and a fairly nice neighborhood of it at that. The crew strode closer though, and all but confirmed his fears as their appointed speaker returned, "That's a pretty nice suit you're wearing. What's that, a hundred and fifty bucks? Two fifty?" He realized suddenly that he was in fact wearing his work suit. A moment before he could have been just as surprised to find that he was nude, as choice of wardrobe was not his biggest concern. Then he realized the genesis of the ruffian's question. He thought that Jake was loaded. The truth is that the whole suit, shoes and all, cost him $12.50 at a local thrift shop. But that was hardly an appropriate response. Someone surprised to hear his own voice, "I don't want any trouble," echoed out of Jake's mouth and toward the ears of the gang. They laughed. "We don't want any trouble either. Do we?" The leader got a chuckle and a few shrugs from his companions before finishing with, "We just want your wallet, and your car keys." Jake started to panic. His heart raced and adrenal glands started distributing chemical assistance to his muscles and sensory organs. He thought for a second and tried to steady himself. He had a single conscious thought that went something like, This isn't so bad. I'll give them my wallet and keys, call the cops, and everything will be okay. No one needs to get the shit kicked out of them. It'll be okay. Then he heard what the thug was saying over his internal monologue. "He's freakin' out. Give him a wake up call before he bolts." Jake was about to say something when a sharp pain started in the back of his head, and the ground abruptly rushed up to eagerly introduce itself to his face. He groaned a little as he felt someone fishing in his pockets. He was aware of his surroundings enough to know that he was surrounded by legs and feet, and that somewhere above them there were voices. The voices, though he couldn't really focus on them, were clearly upset at the meager seven dollars he had in his wallet. These punks were apparently smart enough to know that credit cards are worthless to pilfer given how easily they're cancelled, and for that matter how easily they're traced. The congress above didn't last long, and they apparently agreed on an acceptable course of action. Jake lay there waiting for them to head off to take his car for a joy ride so that he could nurse his rapidly swelling head back to health in private. Just thinking about his head made it sting for a moment. Actually, it hurt a great deal more than just a stinging. A second pain in his left leg brought on the reality that this wasn't old pain, but new pain. The Desire Principle Ch. 01 The thugs had begun taking turn, kicking Jake's prone form to release aggression over their failed mugging. The second time that Jake took a foot to the head he had vain hopes that it would knock him out so that he didn't have to sit through the rest of the scene, but he was disappointed when it actually brought him more lucidity. The next moments couldn't come and go fast enough for his taste. Incidentally over those moments his taste was mostly that of blood. When the cadre of miscreants finally wore themselves out, Jake was distantly aware of a liberal amount of moisture being deposited on his face and shoulders. He didn't want to know what it was, and for once he was granted his wish by a fast approaching unconsciousness. The last sound he heard was his car starting. ***** It was still quite dark when Jake woke up. He was closer to the river than he remembered being when he passed out, but he accepted that pretty much anything he remembered was suspect given that he did clearly remember a severe head wound. He rose first to a sitting position and then tried his best at kneeling, resulting in him falling forward and catching himself on his hands. Apparently stopping by his old hangout wasn't the best idea he could have had. He knelt there in the soggy dirt staring at his grimy, bloody hands. He mentally counted off all of the reasons why today had been such a shitty day, and sighed knowing that even his memory of actually witnessing someone get a hummer in a theatre would be tainted. He sat back on his feet and stared off across the narrow span of water at some swaying grass. Somehow, without any confusion, he knew that this moment right here was, and would always be, the worst moment of his life. It wasn't that anything terrible was happing at just that instant, but it was now that everything sunk in. He had no job, was falling behind on his bills, had just been beaten within an inch of his life, and... Something caught his attention. There was a cold sensation in Jake's left hand. He looked down dazedly and realized that when he had sat up he also drug his limp hands through the soil. He drew his hand back in revulsion at first, expecting that the feeling was a leech or some insect. He was surprised to see a tiny glint of light reflect off of something as it fell from his hand back to the ground. Ever the curious sort, he reached down to extract the mystery from the loose dirt it rested on. Jake spent a matter of moments cleaning off a small, golden heart. It looked very much like a locket one might find in an antique store. There was fine engraving all about the front and back, and the raised edges were remarkably well polished for something found mired in silt and soil beside a river. A tiny loop at the top would allow it to be strung onto a necklace, but there was no chain attached. The weight of the trinket seemed to suggest that it could be actual gold, and it was certainly bright enough. It wasn't much, but having found anything of value today was a major triumph for the fallen Jacob Watts, and he wasn't going to pass up anything. He attempted a few times to find a seam along the side of the heart. It looked so much like a locket that he had a hard time accepting that it was just a little lump of metal. He had to resign however that with all of the dirt packed onto it he wasn't going to make any headway. He crawled over to the edge of the water and briefly dipped the trinket under the surface, pushing away the dirt with his fingertips before extracting it again. He looked over it once more, seeing that it was now polished to a mirror's shine. He was impressed with how little it took, and then received his next surprise of the day. "What's that you got there?" The voice startled him, and for a moment he thought that he was in for his second round of beating, but this voice was different, and coming from straight ahead. Jake looked up to find an old man with thin grey hair and pockmarked skin standing ankle deep in the water. He wore a very normal ensemble plaid shirt and khaki's, and was possibly all the creepier for it. And then he grinned. A lopsided smile which revealed uneven teeth, more than one of them cracked or broken off. Jake's ease faded. "Where did you come from?" Jake was growing a bit of nerve this evening, and felt justified after all of the shit he'd been through that being a little short tempered was not well within his rights. The weird old guy laughed, and Jake was even more unsettled. "I come from lots of places, sonny. Never you mind that. Still like to know what you found, though." Glancing down at his hand, instinctively closed around the heart, he thought for a moment and came back with, "I don't think it's any of your business." He climbed to his feet and glared defiantly into the aging face's grey eyes. The old man laughed again, and curled his mouth back into that hideous smile. It unsettled Jake in a way that he couldn't describe, and in some small way it even angered him. The old man tossed his hands up in defeat, still grinning like some evil imp. "Have it your way, sonny. But don't come calling to me when you can't figure out how to use it." He turned, surprisingly, toward the center of the river and began to take a step. "Use what?" Jake was experiencing a lot of emotions ranging from anger to fear to general confusion, but he caught what the old man was implying. "What do you know about this thing?" "I thought it was none of my business." His wrinkled face glanced over his shoulder with that same damned shit-eating grin he'd been wearing. "Look, in case you couldn't tell by the blood and dirt, I'm having a bad day. Don't be coy, just tell me what this thing is, okay?" Turning back to face Jake fully, the man looked and sounded a little more serious. "It's whatever your heart desires." That wasn't the sort of answer Jake had been looking for. He wasn't equipped, mentally or physically, to deal with any more bullshit. "Don't jerk me around here, you know something." Another laugh, and a return of the grin, this time wider. Something about that grin pissed Jake off a lot more than he was comfortable with. He diverted his gaze up to the full moon as it came out from behind a cloud and then headed for another. The croaking voice spoke. "You wouldn't understand it if I tried to explain." "Try me," shot back Jake, flatly. "Can't." The grin became larger and more annoying. "I don't understand." This was getting old quickly. Jake shook his head, "If you're not going to give me anything I can work with then..." "Now hold on, sonny. I didn't say I couldn't help, I just said I don't understand. You don't need to know how to build an engine to drive a car, now do you?" Jake begrudgingly had to admit to himself that he wanted to hear what the old man had to say, so he stood his ground and gave him a 'I'm waiting' stare, which he clearly understood as he started talking liberally. "What you've got there is powerful. Magical," he said, with all the emphasis he needed to make it sound ludicrous aside from actually wiggling his fingers at Jake. He kept going with, "It'll bring you whatever you desire most." He stopped, as if what he had said concluded something. Jake looked at him with the same stare he would have given to a man offering to trade magic beans for a cow. "I don't need to listen to some soggy lunatic tell me about magical trinkets." This time he actually began to leave, having been subjected to quite enough madness for one day, and for his liking, a lifetime. "No, you're right. You don't need to listen, but you should." "Why should I?" snapped Jake, spinning back to face the man and instantly regretting it as his throbbing head suddenly returned, and brought friends. He clenched his teeth and focused his anger on the figure still standing in the water, who began speaking again just as his eyes focused. "Because you'll want to know how that thing works," he said matter-of-factly, pointing at Jake's left hand. "Desire's a tricky thing. Not so easy to use as you're going to..." It was Jake's turn to interrupt. "You know what I desire? I desire to have my job back. I desire to have not had the piss beaten out of me. And I desire you to shut the hell up and leave me alone." Jake looked down at the mundane looking golden heart in mock expectation. Looking back up he finished, "What do you know? It's busted." The expression on the man's face was not what Jake expected. He was anticipating him to look wounded, or at the very least annoyed, but he just kept up that grin. That horrible, disgusting grin. "Not so easy, sonny. Desires aren't like wishes. You don't get the luxury of choosing your desires; they aren't needs and they aren't wants. You crave them, deeper than you could ever realize. You don't pick them. In fact sometimes, they pick you." "Excuse me, but did you miss the part where I said I don't need to listen to this horse shit? This conversation is over." Jake turned away again, and heard the old man sigh. Finally, he thought. He spared a glance over his shoulder; he wanted to see the look of hurt on this crazy bastard's face. But, he was gone. Jake's head spun around from side to side, trying to see where the loon had disappeared to. He looked at the water expectantly and found not so much as a ripple. He glanced across the river and up the hill, and found nothing. He looked to his right up at the parking lot. "Shit!" Jake yanked his cell phone from the inside pocket of his blazer, slipping the golden heart inside to replace it. Sparing a second to be amazed that the phone's screen hadn't been cracked by his earlier pummeling, he dialed 911. "Hi, yes, I was just mugged and my car was stolen." The Desire Principle Ch. 02 Chapter 2: A Special Delivery Jake pulled away the shower curtain and began to gingerly towel off his freshly cleaned body, careful around the half dozen cuts and dozen and a half bruises that would be there tomorrow. He glanced through his open bathroom door and across the hall to the clock on his bedroom wall. A little after three fifteen in the morning. The cops had been nice enough to give him a ride home after his happy-birthday mugging and car jacking. He'd had some awful birthdays in the past, but this one took the cake. And he didn't even get a cake. He slumped down on his stiff bed and lay his head on his pillow, a thin and lumpy mat that had long since lost its fluff. He sighed heavily, just glad to be at home. But he couldn't sleep. As he listlessly gazed at the slightly uneven color of the plaster on his ceiling he recalled the first interesting event of the evening: watching a guy sitting a few rows ahead of him in the movie theatre get head. Jake's little Jake perked up a little, and as the cool breeze of his AC unit began to circulate, he enjoyed the sensation on his naked skin, particularly on his genitals. He was beginning to enjoy it even more until his memory reminded him of the other interesting event, the golden heart. He stood and ran a few fingers through his drying yet still damp light brown hair as he wandered down the hallway and toward the front room. He had been so exhausted and generally fed up when he got home that he had practically sheared his clothes off on his way to the shower. He found his coat and fished around in the inner pocket until he felt the cool metal. Drawing it out Jake inspected it, dropping the coat again and retreating to the bedroom for better lighting. He lay down on the bed, at first on his stomach until he felt a rather large bruise on his lower abdomen and rolled carefully onto his back. He inched his way up and placed his head on his limp pillow, and relaxed as much as the firm mattress would allow. He silently lamented that he would not be able to replace the aging bed anytime soon, having no reliable source of income aside from the meager check the government would make sure he received for his unemployment status. Attempting not to sink further into depression, he focused his attention on the heart. The little trinket was almost definitely real gold. Jake's knowledge of fine jewelry was admittedly limited, but he'd spent enough time admiring inherited (and yet to be inherited) watches to gain a fair understanding of what to look for. He couldn't be sure of course, but he imagined that if this little lump of metal was solid and not just plated, it was probably worth a pretty penny. It wasn't long before Jake was getting drowsy though, and focusing his bloodshot eyes on a tiny piece of jewelry wasn't helping. He closed his lids for just a moment to relax, and set his hands on his chest with his fingers laced together. The little golden heart was nestled right at the center of his sternum, held in place by his tightly woven fingers. Though cool when he first picked it up, it now felt warm to the touch. Jake almost wondered if he felt it heating up, but with the day he had just endured, he would wait to resolve that mystery until tomorrow. He had never really been able to get a good nights rest on his dreadfully uncomfortable bed, but with how exhausted he felt tonight that couldn't be an obstacle. Sure enough he felt himself gently drifting away, not even caring that he had forgotten to pull the blankets over himself. His breathing deepened and he felt as if he was floating on a cloud, the lumpy pillow and too-hard mattress a distant memory. ***** Jake woke from a restful slumber as the morning light softly filtered in through his thin curtains. He was enjoying just stretching out on his bed when he noticed that he must have pulled the blankets up during the night. It wouldn't be the first time, and with the AC turned up he probably got pretty cold while he was sleeping. He pushed the blankets down slightly and stretched again, noting that the course wool didn't feel as scratchy as it usually did. As much as he would have loved to spend the entire day in bed, Jake needed to relieve himself. He pushed himself up on his elbows, then on his hands, and found that it was a lot harder to extract himself from his mattress than usual. The bed seemed to absorb his weight rather than push it away as it usually did. Jake blinked his eyes once or twice, attempting to gain a sense of his surroundings. He felt a weight on his chest and looked down. There hung the golden heart, suspended from a fine golden chain that he had never seen before in his life. Almost instinctively Jake's gaze spun around the room. The door to his bedroom was closed, as he'd left it, and everything seemed to be in place. The only exception to everything being the norm was that he was very much so not in his bed. It was where his bed was supposed to be, and matched it in color and approximate dimensions, but nothing else about this bed was what he had gone to sleep on the night before. The bedding was soft and downy, and if one were to venture a guess it seemed to actually be a down-stuffed mattress. The pillows, all five of them, were both fluffy and firm, and had been arranged to create an exceptionally comfortable angle and elevation for the head while sleeping. The covers on his bed were of the same blue they had always been, but where there was once a worn-thin sheet and scratchy blanket, there now lay a satin sheet atop which was a soft afghan which was in turn covered by a fluffy comforter which seemed to be as soft as the bed itself. Jake afforded himself about thirty seconds to pretend that this was no different than the bed he knew and loved (to hate). When his allotted denial period had ended he flew from the bed with such speed that he was quite certain that he could have seen himself still lying in it had he turned around immediately rather than running to the door to put distance between himself and the pleasant yet entirely unexplainable new sleeping surface. He groped at his neck and pulled the golden heart out to dangle it before his face and gawk at it in nearly pure doubt mixed with a little fascination. As if being recited by some mystic mentor from beyond the grave in an old sci-fi movie, Jake remembered the old man from the night before. His words, as best as Jake could recall, had stated that this golden heard would give him, whatever the heart desires. Jake glanced back at the bed one more time, and had the overwhelming desire to say or do something that might dismiss the whole thing and return him to a sense of normalcy. There was unfortunately no I don't believe in faeries for phantom furniture, and so it seemed he would be stuck with it. He pinched himself once for good measure, having observed through various movies and television shows that pinching oneself would somehow make a difference if you were dreaming. There was no effect. He attempted to keep an eye on 'his' bed as he gently eased the door open and squeezed out into the hallway, sealing the room behind him. Before taking another step he surveyed the hallway, looking for other changes. Finding none evident, he moved toward his second bedroom, where he kept some light work-out equipment and his computer. By this point Jake had started to form some theories. More accurately he had thrown out a number of theories, and was left with the only one that made any real sense. Clearly some of his friends had heard about what happened to him, and had somehow gotten into his house and decided to pull a prank to try to lighten his mood. It must have been a challenge to get him out of one bed, disassemble it and replace it with another, and then get him back into it. With how tired he'd been though, he could believe it. The chain for his golden heart was a little harder to figure out, but he quickly surmised that one of them must have noticed it fall while moving him and thought that they had broken the chain. The chain it was on now must have been one they found around his house or ran out to buy from the cheap impulse racks at a 24-hour convenience store. His theories, though the only really plausible explanation, didn't hold up when he found no proof of anyone being in his house other than him. The door was still locked, his clothes from the day before were just where he left them (strewn across the path that any would-be pranksters would have had to walk), and his actual bed was nowhere to be found. And knowing his friends, they would more than likely be lounging about his house, eating his food and watching his television. Their absence alone almost single-handedly debunked his suspicion. With little other choice, Jake sat down on the loveseat facing the bay window (with curtains currently drawn) and submitted to the fact that he had absolutely no idea what was going on. He reached for his cordless phone and dialed a number. "Andrew? Hello?" He listened to what he assumed to be the sound of a tumbling phone. "Drew, you there? Yeah. This late? Oh." Jake swung his head around looking for a clock, and finally found that he could see the time on the microwave. It was pretty early, he supposed. "Well whatever, listen. Did you or any of the guys come over to my house last night? Just answer the question. Don't worry about that, just tell me if you were over here. Huh. Nothing. No, it doesn't matter. Go back to sleep." He ended the call and set the phone back on its charging dock. Of course just hearing a denial of connection from one of his cronies wasn't exactly a true mark of innocence on their part. His gut didn't really tell him that Drew had been lying though, so he shelved his original notion of a fly-by-night prank and started seeking other alternatives. Left with really nothing to go on, he reached for the chain around his neck again. There was a notable period of time, as Jake speculatively eyed his golden heart, that he actually started wondering if there was any credit to the notion that it was to blame. He couldn't really allow himself to fall entirely into that way of thinking, but he had to come up with a rationalization for a spontaneous bed, and this one was seeming less irrational all the time. ***** Night was approaching, somewhat quickly thanks to summer, and Jake hadn't yet stepped out his front door. He originally had gotten dressed with the intent to do a few things today, but with the oddity in his bedroom he had resolved not to leave until he had a firm grip on the current state of affairs. His best solution to date was simple insanity as a result of severe head trauma. And if that were the case, he felt it preferable to be crazy in private rather than crazy in public, where people could laugh and make funny faces. In the last few hours he had made a sizable dent in wearing a trench into the floor between his second bedroom and his living room. He wandered back and forth at a near constant pace, each second or third pass opening his bedroom door and confirming, as if it helped anything, that there was an invading article of furniture within. He was starting to wonder where he was going to sleep tonight. Not because he actually lacked a suitable location, he did after all have a number of relatively habitable surfaces to pass out on, but mostly he was concerned that whatever he slept on next would likewise be abducted, improved upon, and returned as if nothing was wrong. Jake could have made a good deal more progress on solving his little quandary, but he took note of another issue, and even more a symptom of his one day stay in the world of the modern hermit. He was hungry. A terribly displeasing side effect of not leaving the house was that, if you did not make a habit of keeping food in your house, you would get very hungry. Of course he had the usual junk. Still some yogurt cups, maybe a quarter gallon of ice cream, a few cans of soda and a jug of milk that wouldn't be good much longer. He had a more elaborate meal or two as well, but most of those would either require a lot of effort or one or two more ingredients that would force him to go out, which could be disastrous if he was really as crazy as he apparently would seem to be. There was an alternative, however. He wouldn't actually need to go out, because there were businesses these days that would actually make the food come to you. A novel idea, and it was seeming more novel to Jake all the time. He snatched up the phone again and called the number by heart. His order was the same as it always was, and for a change he was feeling a little bit normal again. With an answer provided for the immediate question of food, Jake could relax a little and spend some more time focusing on his increasingly unstable grasp on reality. He sat down in his loveseat again and stared at his mysterious trinket. The crazy old coot had said that the heart would give him whatever he desired. He had actually chosen something of a nickname for the piece. He took to referring to it, in his mind, as the Heart of Gold. It wasn't quite an original idea, but it was undeniably a golden heart, and as simply accepting the unrealistic nature of the thing was a leap enough for him, he figured that accepting a slightly cheesy name wasn't much to ask of himself. Jake mulled it over some more. He had come home early that morning exhausted, barely able to stand or walk, likely only doing so with force of will, and bolstered by a strong and directionless anger over the day's (and night's) events. He was so tired that any bed would do, but even so his back hurt the moment he had laid down. Jake remembered the pangs of depression he felt knowing that even his home, where he went to be secluded and secure, was somehow against him. Even now he could almost feel the need for something to be right, just one thing to provide comfort to keep him from breaking down. He needed something on his side, in a way. He needed it, much more than he could have wanted it, in some basic and instinctive fashion. He became lost in that thought, and for what seemed like hours he stared blankly into space, contemplating the unfathomable. As his mind drifted from one thought to the next he began to see a tenuous connection between his terrible discomfort at the hands (figuratively speaking) of his former bed. This drew him closer to the recognition that he had been told that possession of this Heart would result in his desires being realized. Therefore, if his desire had truly been to actually be comfortable in his uncomfortable bed... The doorbell rang, and Jake sprang to his feet with part shock, and part revelation. His call came to mind. The call for food, which was being answered now, and not a moment too soon. Jake stepped toward the door, gladly forgetting his former train of thought, knowing that each pace brought him that much closer to being satiated, and able to reclaim another normal sensation in his suddenly abnormal world. He pulled the door open and stood face to face with a somewhat cute delivery girl, balancing a pizza box in her left hand while her right held a bill. She was new, at least since the last time he'd called for a delivery. Her medium brown hair poked out from the back of her regulation baseball cap, and curled in that special way that let you know it was natural. She was not pale, but certainly light in her current complexion. Jake guessed that she probably went tanning, and had been unable to make time for perhaps the last week. With her uniform polo shirt and matching windbreaker it was hard to make out much of her upper body, but her tight jeans gave proof that she was athletic, and naturally gifted with a pleasing set of curves. Jake found that he wasn't really thinking about pizza anymore. She, on the other hand, was thinking only about the fact that all Jake would be able to do would be to think about pizza, unless he paid her the amount on the slip she proffered. This too had been something Jake would have forgotten, were it not for a reminder. "Oh, money. Crap. One second," he said, turning and heading for his bedroom to find his wallet. He then realized that he was leaving her just standing in his doorway, holding his pizza. "You can just set that on the table, if you want," he called over his shoulder as he walked. "I'll grab the cash." It didn't take him long to find his money. He had a very well thought out system of piles, by which he was always able to know just where his clean, dirty, and most recently dirtied clothing could be found. He got enough out for the bill and the tip, spared an awkward glance at the eerie bed that he could still not explain, and turned to walk out into the hall and back toward the pizza that would very soon be his. "I'm sorry to make you wait. You've probably got a lot of other runs to make." Jake wasn't great with small talk, but he was sincere, and he felt a little bad about delaying her when he was aware that speed was essentially the top commodity in a business that promised its product free if it was late. She smiled a charming smile. Her teeth were straight and clean, and there was something in the way she tilted her head just slightly to the side that made him feel comfortable. "No, actually. You're my last stop. From here it's straight home to bed." Jake smiled in return, certain that it couldn't compare with hers. He nearly would have forgotten about the money again, but her eyes drifted to his hand and he could not help but recall it. He rather quickly extended it to her, saying awkwardly, "Yeah, it's all here. Tip and all." Another glittering flash of teeth nearly knocked Jake off his feet, and she slipped the bills from his hand. "Thanks," she said, not at all callous or practiced. She turned with a gesture not that unlike a wave, and started her three step journey to the porch. This new orientation gave Jake a look at some other curves that she apparently was not lacking in the slightest. Her perfectly sculpted rear was accentuated even more by the tight denim jeans she wore, and Jake was content to assume that it was just as firm without them. Her slender thighs rose up from her knees to the base of her ass, which curved away dramatically and sloped up to the small of her back. These upper reaches were outside of Jake's direct view of course, but he could imagine, and his imagination was rather good. The inner walls of her legs didn't quite touch as she walked, apart from where the thighs brushed against one another slightly, and then they parted again until curling and connecting below her crotch. It was purely his mind's manufacture, but as his eyes froze on that small oblong space between her upper thighs, he could swear that he detected the slightest hint of a feminine aroma in the air. He felt the vigor of youth in his loins, and in a moment had constructed a plethora of lustful thoughts to keep himself occupied after she had gone. It became hard for Jake to focus on her appealing buttocks, as he began to suffer a severe pain. Apparently a rapid onset of acid reflux, he grasped at his chest instinctively, and felt warmth. The metal heart he wore had become exceptionally warm, and he felt that it might actually be burning his skin. He glanced at it with concern, and then looked back up to see the exiting form of the delivery girl. He thought to call out for help, for fear that once she was gone he would be alone and in unbearable agony, but he hesitated. What would he say? He was clearly delusional, and in a few moments he was certain that his latest mental fabrication would fade. It would be much better to just let her leave, and attempt to save some of his decaying image. And then she stopped. With one hand on the open door leading out of the house, she suddenly and abruptly ceased her departure, and turned her head back to look at him over her shoulder. Her look was one that Jake didn't see often. In actually it was one that he saw rather often, but not in person. He saw it on his computer screen, and he usually had to pay $12.95 an month for it. She turned completely, tossing the door casually closed as she spun, and began to make her way back to him with a distinctly lustful stare. Her expression was wanton, as if she had been denied for months and he was the only man who could satisfy. The Desire Principle Ch. 02 He was, in a word, terrified. The pain in his chest had faded and was nothing but a memory, but he was entirely unprepared for dealing with a fully aroused and sexually deprived young vixen, and that was exactly what appeared to be headed for him. He knew that only in his wildest dreams could this happen, and that was when it clicked. His dreams, his desires. He was aware of the Heart of Gold again, though there was still no pain. He looked into the deep brown eyes of the intoxicating face approaching him, and he actually started to believe. "Uh," he started to speak without really knowing what he was going to say. With a sudden movement of her hand, the vixen silenced him. "Don't," she said, placing a finger against his lips like you would see in some old movie. "Don't talk, don't even think. All I want you to do is fuck me, and make me cum harder than I ever have." Jake experienced a moment of disorientation as all of the blood in his brain vacated, migrating below the equator. He was sure that this couldn't all be happening, but even as he tried to deny it, he felt warm lips press against his own, and slender arms enfolded him and began to grope at his clothes. He had never, and was certain that he would never experience any sexual encounter of this sheer ravenous nature. He knew that he was totally unprepared for it, and yet some primal part of him was awakening. Instinct took over, and he found that his own quivering hands were beginning to shed the clothes of the lusty woman attacking him. Within an instant he had forcefully shunted the cap from her head, taking with it the elastic band holding up her hair, and allowing her locks to fall around her shoulders in a way that added even more to her already sex-craved look. Her jacket was a memory, tossed somewhere into his front foyer. As he nervously tugged at her tucked-in polo, her more confident hands opened each button on the front of his shirt with relative ease, after which she yanked it away from his chest, pulling his arms in to his sides. She pressed against him, gently pecking at his neck and collar with her hungry lips. Moments of pleasure were regrettably supplanted by an instant of intense pain. As this feverish femme fatal pecked at his chest and neck with her lips, shocking waves of discomfort rocked his brain. Though her intent was clearly pure, or at least not malevolent, she was all the same pressing her lips against his fresh bruises and cuts. Jake gazed downward, seeing her almost in slow motion as her hands groped his arms and sides, and her face drew closer and further from the various abrasions he had earned. He noticed also that she was occasionally brushing against the Heart of Gold, and that became Jake's new focus. He worried slightly that her contact might somehow break or reverse whatever power was at work. But somehow, from somewhere, a sense of calm and reassurance fell over Jake. It was difficult for him to place, but he somehow knew that it would all be alright. As he allowed himself to relax, even the pain from his bruises and scratches subsided. Jake struggled to free his arms and discard the cumbersome shirt, so that he could return to his previous task of disrobing his nameless partner. She seemed to have other ideas however, as she continued to press her body against his while at the same time popping open the button and quickly lowering the zipper of her jeans. With the tension around her waist relieved, she whisked her shirt up and over her head in one swift motion. This last maneuver left her breasts covered only by a lacy teal bra, and all intent that Jake previously had of continuing to move dissolved. He stared at her, now able to take in the part of her form that had been most concealed, and was not disappointed. Flowing brown hair framed a willowy face with a hint of freckles on her nose and cheeks. He had previously categorized her as cute, and he couldn't rescind that, but there was more. She had a face that practically defined the 'girl next door' image. She looked innocent, but willing. Her neck was slender and attractive, and it curved outward to meet her sloping shoulders in a graceful fashion, contrasted by the shallow angle that made up her collarbone. Her breasts provided the centerpiece for her intoxicating appearance. They were not what one would call large, but definitely more than a handful each. Even within their confining bra it was easy for Jake to tell that they were perky and firm, and her smooth skin practically begged for them to be touched. Below her artfully sculpted beasts came the sloping curve of her stomach. She was well toned and as her abdomen slimmed below her ribs so did her stomach. The slight dimple of her navel elegantly complimented the otherwise sheer surface of her belly, appearing at the apex of the gradual arc that began below her breasts and continued down to disappear into her pants. This final detail recaptured Jake's attention. Having already opened the front of her pants, she had been starting the work of completing their removal while Jake had been examining her other qualities. She moved seductively, feeling her eyes upon him, wriggling and pivoting her hips to and fro, generally making a show of peeling the tight denim from her hips and thighs. Jake idly tugged at his shirt sleeves, making a little progress, as he watched her pale pink underwear gradually slide into view. The thin cotton garment served its purpose, but just barely. Through the material it was not difficult to make out the outline of a neatly trimmed diamond of hair, matching in shade to the strands that now hung down to tickle her shoulders. Jake could also insist that he saw the shape of her lips, and he could make a convincing argument that he was able to detect a slight moist spot forming at the lowest point. As her machinations finally yielded results and the weight of the pants carried them to the floor to rest around her ankles, she slithered out of her shoes and stepped out of one leg and then the other, confirming the presence of that damp point with a needlessly exaggerated movement. Though Jake had already examined her legs from a distance and with the barrier of clothing, he was not hesitant to look them over once more now. Her hips, to his pleasure, followed the wave created by her waist. The borders that gently swept toward one another as they traveled from her torso to her midsection swung away again in the opposite direction to create the shape of her hips and thighs. Her inner thighs, to his great pleasure, proved to not have needed the aid of her garments to only gently touch as their edges gradually descended from her groin downward. Realizing that she was now wearing naught but her socks and undergarments, Jake felt that he had better hurry to avoid being left behind. He was quick in accomplishing the final phase of extracting his arms from his outturned sleeves, and was going to focus on shucking his pants next, but was beaten to it. In one catlike action his wanton lover fell forward onto her knees, tugging open the fly of his pants and drawing them open. Jake stifled a gasp as her fingers snaked inward, touching the flesh of his manhood. She tilted her head back and gazed up at him, a sly smirk spreading across her face as she realized that there would be one fewer obstacle between her and that which she sought. Turning her attention back to the task ahead, her first hand began to tug at the waist of his pants to remove them as an obstruction, while her other carefully extracted his penis and allowed it to sway freely. He had long since reached a full erection, and the current attention that was getting him ensured that it would not change. His six inches, meager and average as he had always assumed, ticked in time as his pulse raced. He peered down at her looking for some reaction of disappointment, but none came. With his pants around his knees in no time at all, she pushed forward slightly, and Jake felt himself begin to stumble, but was caught against the wall which he had not realized he'd been so close to until now. He let himself go, leaning on the cold surface for support, knowing that his legs alone would not keep him upright for much longer at this rate. The wet tongue of the eager young woman snaked outward, testing the surface of Jake's throbbing prick. His gasp was not even remotely concealed, and the sudden sensation had him worried that he would erupt right then. He did not, nor did he when she tongued him a second time, only now she licked very gently but persistently along the underside of his sensitive head. The tickling sensation caused his knees to tighten, which resulted in the tip of his cock pressing suddenly between her lips. She resisted at first, having not intended to give him any such gratification without at least a little more teasing, but seeing as how the damage had been done, she bobbed her head forward and completed what he began. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth enveloped him as she took the first half of his shaft into her, and then backed off a little to again swivel her tongue back and forth along the underside. She bobbed forward a second time, pulling a little more of his cock into her greedy mouth, and he felt her teeth gently scrape his foreskin. He flinched just slightly, but attempted to remain still lest his reckless movement shatter this fantasy. This statuesque posture would take all of his efforts as the mouth at his groin began to apply suction. Jake's cock had been sucked before, but apparently by amateurs who had omitted the sucking part. His head fell back against the wall and he groaned as he enjoyed feeling. The gentle sound of her mouth sucking on his dick repeated as she slid back and forth along the shaft, all the while rubbing her tongue along the underside. He felt himself approaching a climax and had the instinctive thought to warn her. He opened his eyes reluctantly and leaned forward to speak, but was struck dumb. Captured by the sight of a beautiful face with enticing lips attached to his cock, Jake froze to watch. His head lolled slightly as she took a moment to press her teeth into him, just below the head, and he was pleased to get a better view. With his head angled slightly he was able to see the tops of her breasts, still concealed by a bra, and the taut slope of her stomach. He also found something he had not particularly expected. While one of her hands was being used to brace her weight against his, index finger and thumb encircling his base while the other digits were splayed wide across his upper thigh, the other hand was busy at work as well. She had slid it into her underwear and was clearly working at herself with the same passion that she was applying to his cock. Recognizing just how erotic this experience was become pushed Jake to the edge. His eyesight blurred and his mouth opened in a breathless moan, and she pulled off of him. Jake looked down again in fear that he was waking from the best dream he had ever dreamt, and sighed in relief to find that this was no dream, or at least he had not woken from it if it was. She gazed up at him with a smirk however, his firmness still held in place by her first hand. The other gently extracted itself from her panties, and Jake watched with rapt attention. She brought one of her slick fingers up to the level of her chin, eyes locked on Jake's. He held his breath, hopeful of what might be about to happen. Slowly she rose the hand higher and parted her lips wider, and with the utmost grace she slid two of her moist fingers into her own mouth. Her eyes closed and she groaned with pleasure. Jake knew that this was a show for his benefit only, but he had stopped caring. As her eyes opened once more she gingerly drew her fingers away, licked her lips, and purred. The hand, still slick with saliva and other lubrications, fell away from her face to drift between Jake's legs and relieve some of the weight of his dangling balls. Jake moaned lightly now, feeling exposed and bashful, but unable to remove his eyes from those of the beauty beneath him. She gently tickled and played with his scrotum, and he gasped and groaned as she stimulated each new bit of him that he had never realized could be stimulated. All the while he could not look away, all the while he was entranced. Her lips, which were still glistening from her previous demonstration, turned into a slight pout. The appearance created was innocent yet distinctly naughty, and as she allowed her weight to shift forward, it was clear of what the pout was intended to signify that she was remiss to be without. Her lips, fuller for their current shape, pressed against Jake's cock head. He felt slight resistance as she teased him with the notion of not allowing him to enter her orifice. His pleading eyes, still targeting her own, were apparently enough to soften her resolve. She allowed her mouth to open, just slightly at first, and pressed her body further forward. Jake's cock was thumping in time with his heart, and with each pulse it pressed just slightly more into her tight mouth. Refusing to disengage the meaningful stare which they both were enjoying, she took more and more of Jake's shaft in until she could go no further, having a good portion of his dick in her mouth. She then began to bob, back and then forth, somehow managing not to blink. She moved quickly as she pulled away, applying the suction that Jake was growing to crave, and before she pushed forward to take more in she would swirl her tongue over his head. Each cycle would cause Jake to shudder as she found his most sensitive points, and he would occasionally close his eyes in reflex. When he opened them however he would find that she still gazed upward, almost expectantly. Jake had a notion of what she was expecting, and he would deliver on that very soon. So close to something that he desired so much, he began to create little fantasies of what she would look like with his semen splashed across her face, but each daydream he enjoyed was ended with another swish of her tongue. Suddenly her pace increased, and she stopped her little tongue swirls. Jake gazed on with held breath. She began sucking forcefully now, the slurping sounds all that could be heard in the house. Her left hand moved rapidly back to her crotch to resume its work, and was apparently so impatient that it simply pushed the fabric of her undergarment aside and began to press insistently into her pussy. Jake very much would have liked to see the show, but found himself unable to move or turn his gaze away from the mouth that was rapidly drawing him toward orgasm. As she sensed Jake enter his final straightaway, her right hand stopped simply supporting her weight and began to stroke the last inch or two of Jake's shaft that her mouth was unable to reach. Slowly at first, to test her balance, but approaching the speed and tempo set by her mouth within moments. The added stimulation, and the knowledge that she was also pleasuring herself, sent Jake beyond rapture. With the first shockwave of orgasm that shot through Jake's body, the experienced beauty on her knees before him pulled away, backing off just enough for Jake's prick to slip from her mouth. A jet of white cum shot out less than a second following, leaving its mark from the base of her upper lip all the way to the hairline above her left eye. Jake gasped slightly, and then again as he realized that this was her intent, and that she was completing the half-formed fantasy he had started moments ago. Her hand continued to stroke him, not so quickly that she could not direct his aim, and she took his second spurt of cum on her right cheek, where it began to dribble down the line of her cheekbone back toward her mouth. Jake's eyes were practically bugging out, and he allowed himself to blink to prevent from losing them altogether. As he opened them he just managed to catch her direct his cock toward her mouth for his third convulsion. This shot met its target of her tongue, with the trailing end of it colliding with her lower lip and chin, where it dripped a little to land almost evenly between her breasts. Apparently not wanting any more to go to waste, she popped the prick back into her mouth and resumed sucking, drawing out several smaller yet still sizable gouts of sperm from Jake. His knees shook and he struggled to remain on his feet. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, every sensation in his body falling away apart from the odd, almost tickling feeling at the tip of his cock as she sucked and flicked her tongue back and forth in an attempt to pull even more cum out of him. Jake relaxed into the sensation, and all of his thoughts simply drifted away. He was so content that he had no idea of forming a new fantasy. He was devoid of any desire for pleasure, having currently been receiving the greatest pleasure he'd yet known. And then it stopped. He slowly opened his eyes and looked forward, for the second time fearing that it had not been real. It was very much real, he saw, but not in the same way that he had before. The attractive girl-next-door still knelt before him, looking up at his face. Her expression of lust had faded into confusion, and her eyes drifted down. The gaze passed the Heart of Gold, passed his bruised chest and stomach, and stopped on his slowly withering member. Her mouth, still slightly open, opened more as he jaw sank. She looked back up for an instant, and then around at the room, and after seeing her own shirt a few feet away, looked at herself. The hand at her crotch came away swiftly, and went to cover her mouth. Finding there the slick cum that she herself had some adamantly put there, she pulled the fingers back and looked at them with a silent gasp of horror. Jake was not the least bit confused himself, and started to think of a way to form an explanation. "So," was about all he got out before she leapt up and grabbed her shirt and pants. Her head swung around the room as she continued to collect her shoes, jacket and hat. Jake watched with the intent to say something, but he could not in a million years imagine what sort of something could help in a situation like this, as he had never before experienced a situation like this. Before he knew it, she was at the door. Her head turned in one last glance of terror, and she fled. As the screen door gently bumped against its frame several times Jake was able to hear a car turn on and saw the headlights retreat from his driveway and fly off into the darkness of night. He slowly pulled his pants back up, buttoned his shirt in silence, and shut the front door. With one more little mystery to ponder, Jake figured that he might have better luck pondering it on a full stomach, and opened the box of pizza. The Desire Principle Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Customer Service Jake woke up in a position so far from comfortable that he felt compelled to invent a word for it. He had spent the night crumpled up on the sofa in the front room of his house, having fallen asleep to his quietly playing stereo. He as of yet was still untrusting of the phantom bed. He felt a little silly worrying about it now, after the previous night and the much harder to believe reality of his spontaneous blowjob at the hands of a delivery girl. He glanced sidelong at the pizza box sitting on the coffee table, and smiled. Rolling out from the entanglement that were the spare sheets he had retrieved from the hall closet in lieu of using the new covers that came with his new bed, he resolved that he had better get out of the house today, and so would need clothes. The outfit he had been wearing on the night of his unique discovery was out for reasons relating directly to grass, dirt and blood stains, not to mention it had been a work outfit and was rather restrictive. His clothing from the previous day wouldn't look terribly out of place in the world at large, but he hadn't taken a shower yesterday, and wondered if there was an odor starting to grow. The only options other than these two would require that Jake venture into the bedroom, where he was fairly sure he still had a bed of unknown origin. Figuring that the supposedly magical charm that had apparently conjured the bed had also granted him an exceptionally enjoyable orgasm at the hands (or rather lips) of an exceptionally cute young woman, it seemed that Jake's odds of anything bad happening if he was near the bed were rather low. He braved the perils the furniture posed, and went in to get a tee-shirt and cargo pants out of his dresser. As Jake dressed he began to seriously, perhaps for the first time, consider the implications of a magical amulet that granted the wearer anything they wished for. Not wishes, he reminded himself, echoing the instructions of the old man he had encountered on his first night possessing the artifact. But if it doesn't grant wishes, then what does it do? And how? Jake wanted those answers, or part of him did, but he somehow knew that he wouldn't find them by spending his entire day at home, like the day before. He also knew that he couldn't - and perhaps didn't want to - avoid any unexpected surprises by spending his entire day at home, like the day before. He wondered at the chance of the day before being all in his head anyhow, but balked at a realistic way to test the theory, such as calling the delivery girl to for a recap of events. Starting with a quick stop in the bathroom to brush his teeth and inspect his face and hair, he began the process of preparing to depart his sanctuary. All the while he busied himself with thoughts on the cause and capacity of the power the Heart of Gold had. He brushed his hand against it a few times, partly simply because he enjoyed the sensation of having the heavy trinket around his neck, and also partly in some abstract hope that he could awaken its powers. Not that awakening it would help him, as he hardly had the instruction manual. For that matter he was not even certain that instructions existed. If this amulet did have some forbidden or indefinable power, he worried now that he might not have the means to control it. That thought reminded him of the strange man, standing in the cold water of the river, the night that Jake found the Heart. In retrospect, Jake lamented that he had not listened to the seemingly addled creep. He really hadn't had a reason to, of course. Who in their right mind could take such testimony at face value? But if he had, then maybe he would not be reaping the rewards of this mysterious treasure, instead of tip-toeing around his new bed and wondering if he could expect a visit from the very pissed off boyfriend of a very confused delivery girl. As Jake finished tying his shoes and snatched his car keys from the hook by the door he realized with a little embarrassment that he had no Earthly idea where it was that he intended to go. He stopped with his front door open, gazing out into the bright sunlight, and called up a little mental checklist of what he wanted to do while he was out of the house today. Item #1: Eat something. Item #2: Continue testing this golden heart. Item #3: Eat again. Eating, Jake was fairly certain, could be accomplished almost anywhere. This left his choice of destination largely dependant on where he believed he could best test the Heart to get a sense of the scope and strength it possessed, if any. Stepping out into the warm day and heading for his car, he recalled the words of that odd old man again, and believed he might have an idea of where to go. ***** The best and only lead that Jake had to go on when attempting to decipher the origins of the Heart was that it supposedly gave him 'whatever his heart desired.' A desire, Jake supposed to himself, is sort of like a basic need. Something that you have to have, and can't possibly live without. And so Jake made for the place that, in the modern world, hosted all of the things that most people desired: the mall. And they had food, too! He walked in the main entrance feeling very peculiarly self-conscious, but reassured himself that there was no way that anyone here could know about his motives, or for that matter the strange occurrences he had lived through very recently. And so he fell into the usual routine of wandering the somewhat crowded hallways of the local shopping center. This time however he felt different, as if he were on some mission of dire importance. And he might have been, but the logical part of his mind would remind him at regular intervals that this was all quite insane. Jake never realized before now, having recently come into the proper perspective, how much of a monument to lust these malls were. Not carnal lust, or at least not always, but simple insatiable desires for those things that will make your living experience more pleasurable without actually making it any more meaningful. Each store he passed was distributing some form of self-gratification. Life got you down? Jake began a little commercialized diatribe in his mind. Buy a pair of shoes that cost more than a small house. Noticing that you lack any relevant skills? Reaffirm your value with this computer game. He wandered by the front of a lingerie boutique. Not fuckable enough? These crotchless panties will help. Of course they weren't actually selling crotchless panties, but Jake felt that he was making his point, if only to himself. What he didn't feel was any strong connection to the mindless folk ambling through the corridors. For the first time he felt like a genuine spectator, removed from the grind of desire-and-acquire that the masses around were instinctively repeating. It seemed, very much to Jake's disappointment, that he didn't want anything out of this place. Didn't desire anything. A pang of dread shot through him at that revelation. He wondered if the Heart somehow drained him. Perhaps he would only get so many uses before his ability to desire was gone altogether. That one fear began to fracture, sending out little variant concerns with rapidly increasing velocity. He decided that he had better stem that tide quickly, and decided to just do some shopping until his brain gave up and went back into hibernation. He stopped in a music store, a dying breed in the modern age of digital distribution, and spent more time perusing their add-on items such as posters and small sculptures than he spent looking through the CDs themselves. Eventually he resolved that he wasn't really going to buy anything anyway, so he moved on. The next location that Jake found himself seriously considering was a novelty store, essentially an entire sales floor filled with the nick-nacks that he'd been eyeing before. He amused himself with the various inventive lighting fixtures, which ranged from simple black lights to glass spheres with ionized gas inside. One of these such devices plugged into an MP3 player, and Jake pretended that he was interested in purchasing it, but knew he would forget within moments of wandering away. As he circumnavigated the store's outer boundaries he came across the adult section, was the real draw of coming in. Many of the products seemed as if they were making an attempt at legitimacy, but when bordered by gummy penises on one side and Get Well cards sporting caricatures of wrinkly old women on the other, it was clearly a losing battle. Jake had just begun to peruse the novelty condoms and paraphernalia when he took note of a particularly short skirt not far in front of him. The skirt was the color and design of the stereotypical Catholic schoolgirl outfit in red and black, but unlike the somewhat conservative genuine article, this one frilled out at an unrealistic angle, very nearly showing the bottom of the wearer's cheeks. A series of buckles, chains, and oversized safety pins also helped in ruining the illusion. Although Jake had been seriously tempted to allow his eyes to wander upward, so as to discover the owner of the posterior which he was almost able to admire in earnest, he instead let his eyes linger on the legs below. There was not a great deal of bare skin on the slender legs, but where that bare skin was positioned would send a thrill through any warm blooded man. Green and black striped stockings came out of heavy-soled faux leather ankle boots, and provided cover up to just above the knee. From that point up to the bottom hem of the skirt there was naught but skin, which was such an alabaster shade that it practically glowed in the faint illumination from the black lights at the rear of the store. Contrasting the black lines of the skirt and socks, the clearly very smooth and toned legs were difficult to look away from, and even lacking a complete visual of the body it would be easy to forget oneself in a fantasy which involved these legs wrapping his head, suffocating him in her womanhood. Jake almost visibly shook as he forced his eyes to travel up, but was instantly gratified as he did so. Another band of unfettered skin rested above the waistline of this magnificent female form. Gently widening hips rose from the top of the skirt to curve inward and upward, framing in a taut belly with a dainty black pearl navel ring as its centerpiece. There was something inherently and inexplicably erotic about that eight inch swatch of flesh that lay bare around her midsection, and as Jake took in the sight his mind was filled with an illusory image of that slender tummy quivering momentarily, perhaps with anticipation, or something else. Rising past this evocative eyeful there came an entirely clothed upper chest and arms, however not much less inspiring to the imaginative mind. Her breasts were larger than might be expected given the rest of her slight form, and were held much higher than a typical bra would allow. It was perhaps owing in part to the unique garment which enfolded her; It seemed similar to a hooded zip-front sweater, but clung tightly to the skin (perhaps only due to her generous endowment), and stopped before reaching the end of the ribs, and the arms seemed likewise formfitting. The small hood hanging from the rear of the neckline seemed decorative only. From out of the neck and hood there lifted a delectably sylphlike neck, surmounted by a face with sharp features not unlike those of some Persian feline. Jake, previously rapt, was now ensconced. He slowly took in the features one at a time, beginning with the elegantly pointed chin, above which sat a pair of full lips, which were pursed to seem as if in a constant slight pucker. In keeping with her evocative theme, her lipstick was a shade of red that seemed very desperately to want to be black, and became so when not directly illuminated. Set not far above her pouting mouth was a slightly pointed nose, which apart from being picturesque would also be mostly unremarkable if it had not been for the tasteful stud on her left side, which matched her other (visible) piercing with a black pearl tip. Jake's eyes wandered to either side now to follow high cheekbones that gave her face a naturally jovial appearance, which became an exotic quality when coupled with her dark garb and various augmentations. Dark eye liner pulled his gaze upward, which drifted further yet as he noted the deep crimson mascara that spanned the distance from lash to brow, and reached as far as it dared outward to each side. The dark red, he now noted, matched the color of her smooth mane of hair, which was a deep and glossy shade of auburn hair that he was forced to suspect could not be natural, but couldn't know without seeing more evidence. Her locks had clearly been slightly curved to travel the exact path desired, with the tresses in the back reaching to just past the shoulders and gradually shortening until becoming bangs, which curved outward on each side into small crescents that pointed directly back to the mascara which they so closely matched. This natural flow of his gaze led Jake back to the dark lines around her eyes, which he now witnessed to be an almost iridescent shade of blue, aided certainly by specialty contact lenses, which appeared to even glow just slightly. It was then that Jake also made the realization that these beautiful eyes were gazing at him, directly. He blushed furiously, and instinctively looked off toward a different rack, finding himself staring directly at the feather ticklers and fuzzy handcuffs. He seemed to have been given a moment of brief respite from the mortification he had felt at being caught, but his mind would have none of this and began to play the scene back for him. He attempted to focus on suppressing these images, and for a little while he was successful, dispelling his urges and managing to slowly recede from his state of lingering arousal. But even as he was beginning to relax he felt the lukewarm presence of the Heart of Gold, and realized the potential of what that meant. He lowered his defenses, and allowed his mind to wander. As he watched the look on her face when their eyes locked in his memory for the second, and then third time, he slowly came to realize that while he had expressed humiliated shock, her look of somewhat surprise was actually mingled with something else. A slightly dreamy expression, with focus fixed on him but almost looking through him, objectifying him. He recognized it as a look he had not seen often, in fact having only seen it once, last night. His head swiveled and craned to catch another glimpse of the exotic auburn-haired temptress, and found that she had not gone far. She stood not more than two feet from her last location, now in the middle of the toy section and holding an impressively intimidating floppy rubber cock. She seemed to be perusing it with only mild interest, as one would inspect an apple wile actually craving a peach, and seemed to be about to set it down again. Jake's imagination had her placing it elsewhere, but the sensible part of him knew better than to expect that wish to come true. Almost as if she sensed his eyes on her, the language of her body changed abruptly and she halted her movement to return the phallus to its stand. Her eyes flicked to the side enough to suggest that she did indeed know that he was watching, but didn't want to break the moment with another averted glance. A seductive smirk grew from her deep red lips, and she brought the synthetic member toward her face for another look. Her tongue rapidly darted from her mouth in a snakelike fashion, stopping just short of the tip of the cock she held. Jake gasped audibly, thankful to not be standing very near to anyone at the time. With her point apparently taken, she allowed her tongue to retreat back to its warm, moist home, but not before Jake took note of the third piercing she had. Matching the others, there were two black pearls, one resting on either side of a bar that ran through her tongue. Gently she laid the dick back where she found it, and turned slightly toward a darker portion of the store with an almost blatant 'come hither' saunter. Jake's heart jumped, and he began to second guess this whole ordeal. He began an internal debate with his own libido, thinking rationally at himself, Fucking a stranger is one thing, but I can't really do it out in the open at the mall! He couldn't come up with a legitimate rebuttal for that, but he still contended with, But she's damned ready for it, isn't she? I could get in trouble, but this would be really hot. He had a good point, he had to admit. As lust gave way to logic, Jake decided that the intelligent course of action would be to make a few seductive comments and suggest moving to a discrete location, which she surely couldn't deny. He took just another moment to act casual as he picked up and set one or two things down, mentally scripting his dialogue before he made his approach. Finally with a good list of openers and comebacks, he swirled around a display and headed to the rendezvous that he believed she was headed for. However she was not there, and as he combed the store with his gaze he found that she was nowhere between her apparent original destination and her original starting point. Jake became very confused, and began to move around the shelves and racks to see the rest of the store. As he rounded one large cardboard stand with dozens of fart machines draping off of it he caught sight of her. She briskly strode out of the store, ass swaying to an unconsciously seductive beat, but otherwise looking entirely ambivalent. This did nothing to make Jake less confused, but it certainly did a lot to make him less aroused. He stared out of the now empty doorway into the hall speckled with bustling shoppers, and silently cursed to himself. ***** Jake wandered out of the third clothing store in a row that didn't have anything that he wanted, now in an entirely awful mood both at missing out on what he had now convinced himself would have been the most erotic and kinky sex of his life, and depressed at the discovery that his poor mood was making his interest in other forms of sex with other attractive women harder to focus on. His little charm had not done anything to suggest that it was any more than an attractive lump of metal, and he was about ready to call it a day. He decided to poke into one of the specialty clothing shops that mostly sold pleather garments of various usage and gothic attire. They were known to carry vintage shirts that appealed to him from time to time, and he figured that if he was going to spend an entire day at the mall he might as well come out of it with something. Seeking cover behind a wall of beanie hats sporting smart ass phrases and cute, smiling animals, he wove his way into the store undetected. It wasn't that he minded the usual clientele, but with how he dressed - usually collared shirts and casual slacks - he tended to get those little glances from the staff that seemed to say, 'You're not going to wear any of this, so why are you wasting our time?' He managed to make his way past the meager music section and finally reached the shirts he sought. There were the usual offerings of logos, both classic and resigned, of old cartoons and video games that he'd been a fan of as a kid. One or two were new, and there was one in particular that melded the logos of two different shows into an interesting composite image. He wasn't really a big fan of any of them, but his eye was caught by a simple looking shirt that seemed abstract enough but was actually an inside reference to a cult film that had come out a month or so prior. Satisfied that this was subtle enough for what he believed to be his superior sense of humor, he plucked a large out of the pile and began his weaving course back to the cashier's island. The Desire Principle Ch. 03 He dropped the shirt, which thankfully made essentially no sound as the loose cloth created an immediately disheveled looking pile as it touched down. He had been moving into position to see who was working today so that he could guess at how many annoyed glances he would get as he was rung up, and discovered that one of the two employees must be a relatively new hire. The woman currently operating the register had auburn hair and iridescent blue eyes, and was wearing a mini-skirt and a unique short hooded sweater, and a name tag that read, 'Rosa.' Jake's heart very nearly strangled him as it jumped up into his throat. Even knowing that the likelihood of his accidental stumble at dropping his shirt being noticed was slim, he still made to snatch it up quickly and move out of sight. He attempted to calm himself, both his nerves and his growing erection at being suddenly reminded of her tantalizing tease with the rubber cock. He got his breathing down and formulated a bit of a plan, this time knowing that he could take a little longer since she was a little less likely to simply wander away. When he thought that he had come up with an acceptable approach, he turned and strode out to the register. His timing was perfect, as he was the only customer near the checkout, and the other employee had just wandered off to restock the window display. He placed his desired purchase on the counter and waited for her to give him the cue he needed. Though Rosa's eyes did flick up and see him, she seemed to react no differently than if he were any other customer. She reached for the shirt and began to fumble to get her laser scanner to read the barcode. Jake panicked for a moment as he worried that there had been some misunderstanding. Oh God, what if she was looking at someone behind me before? He started to chicken out, and then realized that she was addressing him. "So... nothing else?" She looked at him flatly, making it clear that there was no way that she had any interest in him other than to pay and leave. Even as Jake's heart and hopes sank, his eyes locked with hers and he was immediately lost again. He knew the effect wasn't natural, but the stark contrast between the crystal blue of her irises and the deep red of her mascara bound him, and he began to remember the journey he had taken earlier to get there. He was pulled from his little fugue by a slight pinch in his chest, and then noted that there was also a change occurring in Rosa's expression. She seemed confused for a moment, and then relaxed, and finally she ceased staring through Jake and met his gaze meaningfully. She sighed a little, but not in exasperation, and leaned in to speak in lower tones. Placing one hand on the shirt on the counter she throatily said, "Are you sure this is going to fit?" Jake couldn't miss the undertones, but in his mild inexperience he wasn't quite capable of putting his finger on the exact innuendo she was trying to make was. He didn't have more than a moment to ponder it when she finished, "How about we go to the dressing room in the back and find out?" Damn, was the best Jake could muster in his mind as he realized that all of his efforts in coming up with a lead-in were wasted. At the same time he knew that this store had no dressing room that he had ever seen. Rosa was already turning though, and Jake had to quickly snatch his garment and attempt to follow, taking a slightly different route to seem as if he was moving independently of her. Rosa flagged down the stocking employee in the front. "I'm taking ten," she called, waving a hand dismissively. "You just got back from lunch half an hour ago," returned the girl by the window, still carrying a full load of clothing under one arm. Rosa just shrugged, turning away and heading toward the rear of the store. "Whatever," she said with the most sincere sound of insincerity Jake had ever heard. The other employee did not look amused. As Rosa reached a short hallway near the back wall, Jake still many strides behind, she slipped in, glanced over her shoulder, and opened the first of two doors marked with signs clearly indicating that they were for employees only. She released the door to elicit a loud thunk sound as it fell closed, making it appear as if she had ducked inside while she actually continued on deeper into the passage. Jake followed with an impressed smirk, but his heart was pounding as he still attempted to wrap his mind around the fact that this was actually happening. He stayed on Rosa's heels as she slipped a key into the second door and opened it smoothly with deft movements. Jake couldn't help but turn to glance behind as he entered the room, possessed with the concern and thrill of being caught. He saw no one from the vantage point afforded by the tight passage, and breathed a slight sigh of relief as the door closed to block his view and clicked into a locked position automatically. His experience of absolute ferocity from the previous night left him a little surprised when he didn't feel anyone groping at him immediately after closing the door, but as he turned around he received his explanation. The two of them were in an impeccably clean restroom. Rosa was facing away from him now, standing roughly halfway between the toilet and sink and was bent nearly far enough to touch her nose to the floor, her thumbs tucked into the waistband of a pair of white cotton briefs. Jake thought that particular accessory odd at first, until he realized with a little rush of excitement that they were intended to match the theme of her schoolgirl skirt. She expertly plied the undergarment from between her legs and stepped out of it one foot at a time, then stood and gazed at Jake with a sultry smile. He could just barely detect the aroma of feminine musk that now began to fill the air, and he felt himself jump a little, his throbbing erection straining for freedom from his restricting pants. Still not nearly as pushy as he had been expecting, Rosa just allowed her grin to expand at the slight jump she saw. She leaned back against the wall of the room, which Jake now noticed seemed to be handicap accessible with handrails running along three walls. Rosa made a soft cooing noise, which faded into a low "Mmmmmm." She looked anticipatory, and then swiftly pivoted on the ball of one foot, turning to face the wall. She placed her hands on the rail and took a small step backward, jutting her pelvis back at Jake. She looked at him over her shoulder through narrowed eyes and said, almost pleadingly, "Don't you want to see if it fits?" Jake dropped the shirt again, a little more purposefully but still without conscious thought. He attempted to casually step forward, resulting in something more like a lurch. Rosa giggled quite naturally, sounding even more enticing given the very un-giggle-like nature that her image produced. She straightened up a bit and turned partially, saying, "You look like you don't quite have your land legs yet, sailor." She turned one corner of her mouth up in a smirk and finished off with, "No need to rush. How about a test dive?" She stepped over to a bench that ran the length of one wall and plopped down. Slowly she parted her legs, a hand tracing gently up her inner thigh. It was a little alarming at first that she was so devoted to her own pleasure. Jake began to wonder again if this 'bring you your hearts desire' bullshit was, well, bullshit. He stopped himself from spending more than a moment on it, worried that if he decided it to be a hoax that he would lose his confidence. For the time being he just guessed that he must have some subconscious desire to gratify a woman with his mouth, and assumed a kneeling position between Rosa's legs. She leaned her head back before he was even close, and sighed with contentment. Jake realized that he was indeed about to pleasure Rosa, but was a little concerned that he would not be up to the task. He had performed pretty much all of the standard (hetero-) sexual acts up to, but not including, anal sex. That didn't mean that he was any good at them though, and the handful of partners he had performed cunnilingus on hadn't really been forthcoming with a lot of advice. Never one to keep a lady waiting though, he leaned forward and placed a hand on each thigh. Rosa jumped slightly at his touch, and Jake jumped slightly at her jump. Her smile was enough of a sign for him to know that all was well, and he moved in closer. He tested experimentally with a long and gentle lick at her outer lips, and was now in such a position to realize that either Rosa's hair color was entirely natural, or she was very devoted to keeping up appearances. As he moved for his second and slightly more aggressive pass with his tongue he allowed his eyes to focus on the trim fuzz above her mound. She didn't seem to be going for any particular shape, though she did keep the hair about an inch away from her lips and not too long overall. On his third stroke Jake allowed his nose to nuzzle the edge of the hairline, and though Rosa didn't seem to get anything out of it, he felt a slight stirring in himself. Tongue now parting her lips and pushing slightly into her entrance, his reward was the sweet taste of her innate lubrication, and he licked at it vigorously. Jake was getting quite worked up, but not nearly to the extent of his partner. She gently released an 'ooh' or 'aah' in time with each increasingly persistent lap of his tongue. Eventually, both believing that he had tormented her sufficiently and not enough, he lengthened his licks to flick against her clitoris, becoming quick and insistent at the end of each pass. The first such maneuver earned Jake the soft sound of a sharp intake of breath. After that she seemed to anticipate the action and so would tense up just before, riding the sensation breathlessly. Jake was annoyed with this, and so stopped the tongue flicking until she relaxed again, and then began doing it at random intervals. He removed his right hand from her left leg gently, which resulted in Rosa's soft pleading as she believed that he was getting up. A low "Uh-ah-mmm," escaped her as she felt his index finger smoothly slip into her tight passage, and he began to lick almost exclusively against the hood and bud above her entrance, finger-fucking her slowly. She was quite slick, and Jake knew that she needed no further preparation. Still, he was enjoying the quivers and shakes that rocked her spontaneously as he tongued or rubbed a particularly sensitive location. With a devilish grin he stopped licking at the apex of one stroke, halting his mouth where it was. Rosa did not have time to protest as he enclosed his pursed lips below her hood and applied a little suction. She growled in pleasure at the intense stimulation of her clit, and Jake increased the speed of his finger's thrusting. As he did so he felt something on his head and realized that Rosa had reached down to pull him closer with her hands. He grinned around her, alternating between gentle sucking and darting his tongue out to swirl around her bud. As a memory from earlier resurfaced, Jake also removed his left hand and positioned it on her outer thigh. She didn't get the message at first, but with his gentle urging she moved one leg and then the other to rest on his shoulders. Her hands returned to the railing to help keep her upright, and she carefully squeezed with her thighs, attempting to be as gentle as possible to avoid hurting him, but as he continued to tongue her she would occasionally spasm and clench down. Jake didn't mind one bit, and began getting more and more aggressive to attempt to encourage her. Jake had, as of yet, only brought one woman to orgasm through oral stimulation, but he began to believe that if he truly desired to repeat that, things would be coming to a head very soon. Abruptly his hopes were dashed as Rosa threw her legs open and put a hand under his chin to pull his attention upward. Jake's finger somewhat reflexively slid from her entrance, as he was concerned that something was wrong, and he waited for her to indicate the problem. "Why aren't you fucking me yet?" Jake was a little surprised by Rosa's words, but didn't allow it to hinder the zeal with which he lifted himself to kneel before her. He quickly tore open the button and fly of his pants, retrieving a startlingly hard seven inches as he pushed the slacks down around his thighs. He had foregone undergarments this morning, leaving his cock pulsing rhythmically just inches from her eager pussy with little hesitation. A moment's concern washed over him as he realized that he had no protection, and he couldn't be certain that she was clean. He sensed just a slight heat in his chest, and knew intuitively that if there had been a concern before, it was now gone. Rosa must have read his hesitation as trepidation. "Don't chicken out now, Stud." Jake's eyes shot up to meet hers, and he noticed a thin sheen of sweat on her brow. "I won't bite," she continued, "unless you're into that stuff." Jake really wasn't, but any offer from her that was even remotely sexual at this point was almost sure to get him on board. Given the choice between more kinky horseplay and the genuine, real-deal fucking however, he had to pick the latter. He leaned forward a little, eyes glancing back down to confirm that he was on course. As his head just barely brushed against her lips he hesitated again, this time for effect. She growled erotically at the tease and reached for his hips with one hand. Jake was falling back into the rhythm of things, but even with the surge of power he felt at the realization of what he was doing, he couldn't possibly try to play hard to get with a partner so enthusiastic. He allowed Rosa to tug him closer, and as she did the first three inches of his shaft pressed into her unopposed. They both gasped, and shared a mutual thrill as that moment froze in time. Though he had spent a notable amount of time entrapped in the beauty of her eyes already today, he now found entirely new meaning there. He could have just stayed in that pose for days, searching those hypnotizing eyes. He was apparently not allowed to do that, as Rosa softly urged him forward by pulling her legs in to nudge the back of his thighs with her heels. Jake took the hint and crept forward a little on his knees, but was careful not to push much deeper into her. She squealed quietly in protest, but quieted a little as he pushed in another inch and a half to appease her, and then another. She began to lean her head back, and Jake was forced to react quickly or lose his opportunity. He pushed in the remaining length of his cock and came to rest with his balls pressed up between them. Rosa reacted to the sudden completion of his entry by looking forward to find his eyes again, and when she did found rather his mouth as he pressed it to hers. Jake had realized that he hadn't even kissed her yet, and felt that it could not go on. At first she seemed to protest, her body tense and her lips tightly closed. Jake would have none of this, and he slowly pulled out and then pumped his rod back into her now very wet vagina. This eased her body some, and Jake was able to dart a tongue between her lips. He was concerned that this would cause her to recoil, as he was certain that he still smelled and tasted of her. To his delight and surprise, she seemed to be encouraged by his actions. Her returned kissing was passionate and vigorous, and her legs pulled at him again. He pressed his pelvis into her, not sure how he was even able to penetrate her any deeper, but she moaned in approval all the same. Jake started an easy pattern at first of drawing himself away until only his head remained resting inside her, and then pressed forward quickly but carefully until he was entirely immersed. On particularly swift or strong strokes he was greeted with a quiet grunt, and she trembled each time he drew out too far and slipped free to brush her clit. He would realign himself and press forward with even greater fervor. Rosa tightened her grip on him with her legs eventually, disallowing his usual tactic. He struggled to continue however, pulling back just slightly and then leaning into her with most of his weight. She continued to maneuver her legs to restrict his motion more and more, and eventually he was simply pulling his pelvis back with a short trust of his hips and reversing momentum to refill her. The moans she was generating became more ragged at this, and he realized that her positioning of him had been devious and intentional. He rewarded her by picking up his pace, but felt that he could not hold out for long. Jake's momentum stayed strong for about another minute or two before he realized that this would all be over very quickly. Rosa's still clothed chest was heaving now, and she looked at him with thirsty eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly as she attempted to breathe. This all made it that much more difficult for Jake to do what he needed to, but he simply bit his lip and followed through. He pulled free of her, halting his orgasm's build just in time. "God... damn it!" spat Rosa, shuddering once, and then again. She was nearly glaring at Jake. He thought for a moment, and then asked a little shyly, "Did you just...?" "No!" she cut off, clearly upset but still horny. "Why did you stop?" "I was too close, I..." he trailed off, embarrassed and also confused. He was questioning the Heart again. She seemed to have no regard for his orgasm, caring only about her own. But his previous encounter had been quite the opposite. This time he was not prevented his thought process, but decided to stop it on his own to attend to matters at hand. He stood quickly, leaving Rosa's face perilously close to his sensitive erection. She looked up at him with a speculative glance that let him know what she thought he wanted. For a moment he recalled the intense orgasm of the previous day, and a gentle heat emanated from the Heart again, but he stopped it by quickly reaching down and pulling Rosa to her feet. His desire may have been for immediate gratification, but that wasn't what his conscious mind wanted. Rosa seemed quite shocked at his sudden manhandling, but as he continued to guide her she relaxed and assisted his conduction. He returned her to the original position she had suggested to him; She faced the wall, now leaning against it with hands (and breasts) supporting her. Her ass was sticking out behind her, hips turned slightly to grant him access to her inviting slit. Jake stepped entirely out of his pants, and gently nudged her feet further apart. He couldn't help realizing how nonchalantly he was behaving, and noted that he should investigate this aspect of the Heart as well. Positioning his head near her sopping tunnel, he spared himself a moment to admire her round and firm cheeks. He gripped her right buttock lightly as he used his left hand to take hold of himself. A little nudge forward pressed his tip into her pussy, eliciting a little sigh, as if she were comforted by his presence inside her. He drew out again, to a low whimper of despair, and leaned in to rub himself against her clit. She continued to moan softly even as he pulled away, sliding his lubricated tip back across her lips and entrance, and traced all the way up to the rosebud of her asshole. She did not immediately recoil, or really react at all, and Jake felt the beginnings of an inclination come on. He begrudgingly guided his shaft back to her vagina, realizing that he was still not certain if the Heart was responsible for this encounter, and he'd rather not mess things up with a gamble of that magnitude. He pushed forward with a smooth motion, and as her tight walls enclosed him he forgot all of his previous intentions. The Desire Principle Ch. 03 Rosa's pussy seemed distinctly tighter from this angle, and judging by her soft murmurs Jake assumed that he was reaching some particularly sensitive spots as well. She even seemed to be squeezing him, and he felt that his orgasm was already close. Slowing a little, he attempted to give himself a little more longevity. She continued to groan, but her tone seemed less focused. She turned back and gazed soulfully into Jake's eyes. He locked her gaze and worried that it would send him over the edge. It didn't, but as she uttered in a low grow, "Harder," he feared for his stamina. Jake leaned forward and supported himself against the wall with both hands resting near Rosa's head, and set himself against the floor. He pulled out until only his head remained, and then thrust in to the hilt with one movement. Rosa groaned and allowed more of her weight to be supported by the wall, and Jake pulled back for a second strong thrust. For a few more moments Jake repeated the long and forceful fucking, but his legs tired quickly and it was not prolonging his eruption by much. He reached down to hold Rosa's hips with his hands, still leaning over her, and built up a swifter tempo. "Ungh... Ooh," she began. Her fingers began to flex, as if she were some cat pawing at a potential bed. Jake was already having trouble holding on, but Rosa made it worse as she started to push back against him. On each second or third thrust he was greeted by her ass, slapping against his thighs as his balls swung ahead to impact with her swollen lips. "Oh, hmmm... Fuck me," she pleaded hoarsely. He was happy to oblige. With his end finally and unavoidably approaching, Jake returned one of his hands to the wall for balance and support, and snaked the other down in front of Rosa and between her legs. Her head snapped to one side and she looked at him through half-closed eyes. She appeared to have a begging expression, and as Jake's middle finger pulled back her hood and started to tickle her clit he was unable to determine if she was begging him to stop or continue. Jake stayed the course, pounding into her with all of the strength he could muster, and the tickle in his loins began to take him over. His toes curled and his vision blurred, and just when he felt that he was on the edge, a flick against Rosa's bud caused her to clench down onto his thrumming member. He pulled back to her entrance one last time, and as he felt his cock head being clenched, he came. He thrust fully back into Rosa, the first jet of his hot semen exploding into her as he reached the deepest he had gone yet. Her moans continued unaltered, but her eyes opened a little as she realized what was happening. She clenched them shut and humped back against Jake several more times, then pressed into him forcefully as his second spurt continued to fill her. She shrieked and went rigid, again attempting to make eye contact over her shoulder. As the two both rode the last sensations of their orgasms, Rosa enjoying the feeling of hot cum oozing around the cock inside her and Jake was tantalized by the post climactic tremors of the pussy he was locked with, they gently interwove. Jake wrapped one hand around Rosa's taut tummy, the other very lightly grazed over the outer surface of her puffy lips. Rosa in turn reached behind her, low with one hand to grasp at Jake's nude ass, and the other high to clutch at the back of his head and pull him into a position that allowed their tongues to dance in another intimate kiss. They remained thus until Jake's deflating cock could no longer remain within her, and gently disengaged. Jake almost immediately went to the chore of figuring out how to get himself back into his pants without creating a large stain, and resolved to wiping himself off on a bit of bathroom tissue, but decided to tuck his shirt in for good measure. He would almost have not noticed Rosa ducking out of the room had she not stopped in the door and turned to him to say, "Hey. What's your name?" Taken aback, Jake did have to admit that they really hadn't exchanged names, and he only knew hers from the tag that she was now readjusting. "Uh, Jacob. Jake," he answered. "Cool," was her only reply, in the same disinterested tone she had spoken to her coworker in, and she was gone. Jake carefully extracted himself from the restroom and hallway without being detected, and wandered toward the cash register. The shirt he was intending to purchase was not in the room, so he assumed that Rosa had taken it back to the counter. She had, and was standing there looking entirely ambivilent to everything, as all of the employees here tended to. He approached and said in a shaky voice, "Uh, so..." "Did everything fit?" she quipped, emphasizing perfectly to remain in her noncommittal tone while getting her point across. She had a very slight grin on her lips. "Uh... yeah," came his reply, and he glanced about nervously. Rosa rattled off his total, took his currency, returned his change and bagged his shirt. He noticed that she had done it all with her left hand, the right one being tucked behind the counter in front of her. In response to his questioning glance she slowly lifted her hand into view, and brought it to her mouth. Jake could clearly see a slightly opaque white fluid on her middle finger, and his jaw fell open as she popped the digit in her mouth, extracting it clean a moment later and sending the hand back out of sight. Jake felt his deflated shaft waken a little, and turned sheepishly to escape, fearing that the Heart would sense his interest again and get him into a lot of trouble. Assuming that it didn't ward off such trouble, that is, but he believed that he had quite enough testing of the trinket for today. As Jake was exiting the storefront he heard an annoyed voice ask, "That was ten minutes? What the hell were you doing? I was swamped out here." Noncommittally he heard, "Fuck off." The Desire Principle Ch. 04 Author's Note: This is the first chapter in the Desire Principle series to include NonConsent/Reluctance. I apologize to any members of my readership who do not enjoy these sorts of stories, as there will be several more before the end of the storyline. I hope that most of you will be able to read this objectively and enjoy it as what it is intended to be, a work of fiction. Chapter 4: Perchance to Dream Late in the day Jake pulled into his drive and turned off his car. He had thought that over the course of the drive home he would have been able to process his experience at the mall, but apparently that was not to be the case. While he was at this point quite certain that all of the strange occurrences - the bed, the pizza delivery, the shopping trip - had all actually happened, he did not feel any closer to understanding the reasons that they happened. Jake took his one bag into his dark house, flicking on lights on his journey to the bedroom in an attempt to push back the nighttime. He left one lamp alone, still hesitant about his new bed despite his recent acceptance of it. Quietly he gazed into the room, a faint illumination trickling inside from the ambient light of the hallway. He allowed his eyes to adjust until he could make out the bed, disheveled blankets strewn about on its surface. He tossed his bag in, able to hear but not see it land in the corner. Having enough of the preamble, he stepped inside. ***** The light of the sun predictably repeated its performance from several days prior, sneaking through the curtains to lazily fall upon Jake's bed. His shaggy mop spread out on the pillow, the light russet strands illuminated as if by a fading halo. Lazily he blinked his eyes open, yawned, and stretched all of his limbs as far away from one another as he was capable. He balled up his fists and wriggled his toes in sheer bliss. There were no cramps or aches to speak of anywhere on his body. The bed, soft and comfortable, had successfully alleviated any of the strain he had afflicted himself with from his accommodations on the night before. Jake's eyes adjusted to his surroundings unhurriedly until he could distinctly make out his closet, smattering of framed pictures, and alarm clock that currently claimed that the time was eleven forty-seven in the morning. With very little concern he also examined the bed he was resting on, and was impassive when he found that it was the same one that had invaded his home so recently. Jake wasn't entirely certain of the cause, but when he arrived home last night he began to feel that all of his concerns over the Heart of Gold and the gifts it had brought him had been unfounded. With a clearer head over the whole ordeal he discovered that there was really nothing to fear at this point. The Heart seemed to only have his best interests in mind. With a theatrical sigh Jake slowly drew himself up from the mattress. He looked about the room again and scratched at a few places on his body as he began to formulate a plan for the day. Embarrassed as he was to admit it, he wasn't immediately tantalized by the concept of going out and engaging in some new sex act. Over just the last two days he had quite effectively shattered any previous concepts he had about casual sex. It might be hard to keep things fresh at this rate, so he figured that caution was the better part of valor, for now. In addition to his simple worry of not managing to retain an interesting and varied bouquet of sexual activities for himself to choose from, Jake was forced to admit that he still had utterly no idea what the Heart did exactly, or how. His wisest course of action might be to step lightly to avoid overusing it. If there were stipulations or requirements that he was not privy to, he might already have caused a good deal of harm. Finally satisfied with the fact that he was very likely not going to make any headway in his decision for the day's itinerary while in bed, Jake stood up and wandered to the bathroom to relieve himself. As he moved past the medicine cabinet's mirror on his way to the toilet he caught a glimpse of himself, and was immediately reminded of the other reason that he seemed instinctively opposed to courting women. Jake wasn't an unattractive man, and in fact he was fairly typical for your average American. Of course that meant that he was carrying some extra pounds around the midsection and didn't pay much attention to his outward appearance beyond making certain that he didn't smell like a trash heap or appear visibly dirty. While taking in his own body Jake couldn't help but have his gaze pulled to the Heart of Gold. He'd slept the night before in just a pair of boxer shorts, and the little golden trinket set out starkly on his bare chest. There were a few bruises still, and some yet healing cuts, from the night that Jake came into possession of the little mystery. Idly twisting the Heart between a thumb and forefinger, Jake surveyed himself again, this time with a new perspective. Though clearly not perfect, or really even close, he realized that he had in his grasp an item with amazing powers that he simply couldn't understand. It wouldn't be a stretch to claim that the methods used by the charm could be magical in nature. Whatever the source of it however, it clearly had the potential to bring Jake whatever he wanted. Knowing this, he straightened up a little. He felt a surge of confidence run through him as he discovered that he didn't care if he looked like a model. Good looks and an impressive suit might turn a few heads, but with what Jake now wielded he could get more than a flirty glance from a pretty girl. With new eyes Jake appraised himself, and where he once saw a pauper, now he saw a prince. A smug smirk spreading across his face, he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed. ***** Clean and feeling like a new man, Jake ran a comb through his flaxen locks as he surveyed the clothing available to him. His wardrobe consisted of ultimately one style of slacks and three types of shirts, with the only variation being color. He fished out a clean pair of black pants from a laundry basket that he had failed to sort and put away and pushed aside his closet door to find a suitable shirt. Clearly work shirts were out, and Jake felt even a little annoyed looking at them as he knew that he wouldn't be needing them any time soon. That left him with the business-casual look of a polo, or the entirely casual look of a t-shirt. Jake took a moment to determine what his needs for the day might be. He could, if he so wished, go hunting for a new job. That would mean a polo shirt would suit him best, but Jake wasn't all that eager to fall back into the usual routine so soon after discovering the wondrous item that he now owned. An entire world of experiences were almost literally within his grasp. It would be a terrible waste, and given the events that led directly up to his acquisition, he felt justified in determining that on some fundamental level he was owed a bit of time to relax and simply enjoy things. Examining his assortment of t-shirts he was forced to realize that these too seemed rather tailored toward specific instances. Many of them had been purchased from online stores that pandered to an audience of tech-geeks and featured generally obscure references to video games or other media that the average passer-by might not be privy to. Jake tugged at a few, assessing them each in turn. "Too 1980's cartoon-y. Too online inside joke-y." He moved down the line with various similar comments, and began to wish that he'd been a little more mainstream. There had to be one that fit his style, but could appeal to a broader audience. Jake spun around with sudden recollection, searching his bedroom floor for a bag that he had thrown there the night before. He spied it under the window, partially obscured by the floor-length curtain. He nearly dove for it, plunging his hand inside and drawing out his prize. Jake smiled as he inspected the shirt that he had purchased the previous day, after his encounter with Rosa. It would perfectly suit his needs, being subtle enough to not immediately identify him as an introverted moviegoer, but memorable enough to those that might actually be able to carry on a conversation about its origin. It took a moment for Jake to realize that there was something still inside the bag, other than his receipt. Tossing the new garment onto his lush bed, he brought out the other article. Jake eyed it speculatively, at first thinking that it looked like a sock that had been rolled into itself. He shook it once to unravel the colorless fabric, and had to stifle a gasp when he came to understand what he was holding. After their encounter in the specialty shop's restroom, it would seem that Rosa decided to sneak her panties into the Jake's bag, hidden by his purchase. Like many of the other things that had happened in the days past, Jake wasn't prepared to understand the ramifications of this latest turn. He simply stared at the underwear, his mind drifting to replay the course of events that had led to it being slipped off of Rosa's legs, and then again to it being tucked under Jake's new shirt. Almost as if instinct were driving him, Jake brought the pristine white fabric to his face and inhaled deeply through his nose. He detected the heady aroma of a woman's arousal, feeling a sudden rush of blood sweep away from his brain and toward his groin as a result. Fearing that he may actually collapse from the dizziness, Jake made his way quickly to his bed and sat, contemplating the article of clothing. It was again time for Jake to speculate over the exact workings of his charm. He had thought that something was amiss when he had first noticed the stark difference between Rosa's demeanor and that of the pizza delivery girl with whom he first used the Heart. Without ample time to consider the disparity Jake had been content to simply enjoy the moment, but now he found that he had an abundance of time and the questions began to form. The delivery girl bolted as soon as I was done, thought Jake, mentally drawing the comparison to Rosa's actions, which were coherent enough that she had managed to ask Jake's name, leave the restroom, and hide her own undergarment beneath his new shirt. Maybe she was actually into it. Jake found himself eyeing the heart-shaped trinket as he speculated whether or not it had anything to do with Rosa's actions. Jake flopped back onto the bed, his shirt slipping to a crumpled heap on the floor and Rosa's underwear still looped around his thump, collecting in his palm. He stared up at the ceiling with the hope that somehow inspiration would strike him and shed much needed light on the function and operation of the Heart of Gold. No such revelation seemed to be on its way, but as Jake rested there he found that the almost undetectable weight of Rosa's panties in his hand brought to mind imagery of a different sort. The previous day played out in Jake's mind like a movie being projected onto his ceiling. He could almost hear the sound of Rosa's panting breaths, smell the heady aroma of her arousal, and feel the slickness of her perspiring skin. Jake allowed his hand to drift down his own abdomen toward the clasp of his trousers. He languidly brought the undergarment toward his nose again, this time with a purpose that had been lacking in his reflexive actions before. With his hand sliding against his own skin, still moist from the shower, and the scent of Rosa's underwear filling his nostrils, Jake found himself even closer to his memory. When his fingers snaked under his waistband and touched the top of his shaft he exhaled sharply, adding the final audible element to his fantasy. Jake's button and fly could have opened themselves on their own for how quickly they were bypassed, his eager erection not allowing him to delay. He took a more gentle approach however as he wound his hand around the waking serpent. He gingerly tugged at his foreskin with his thumb and three digits while his index finger softly brushed against the vein under the head. Another heavy whiff of the panties lifted him to a higher plane of arousal. His member stood with strength and resolve, his stroking becoming more rhythmic and forceful. Jake groaned softly into the cotton underwear, stretching his legs and arching his back. A vision began to form, the byproduct of an active imagination. More realistic than a waking fantasy or a dream, Jake could actually almost see Rosa sauntering into his bedroom. He kept his eyes shut tightly, half in fear of losing the image and half in fear that he might actually find Rosa there as the soulless creation of his mystical trinket. She simply glided in as if on the wind, and Jake now noticed that she was wearing an arrangement of lingerie that revealed just enough to leave him wanting. Jake's hand began to pump faster up and down his pole. A grimace spread across his face as he battled with himself to keep stimulating his cock while attempting not to overdo it and draw himself rapidly to climax. He licked his lips subconsciously as he watched her move with supernatural grace until she was standing beside him. Sensuously Rosa began the erotic motions of a dance, her hips twisting side to side as she gently caressed her own skin. The sheer peach-colored bra she wore already revealed so much, but when one of her hands slid up over one breast and around her neck, Jake was treated to a display of her arousal. The thin material began to mold to the shape of her hardening nipple, and just as Jake began to think that it would tear through the fabric, she turned to hide her chest from his wanton gaze. In the mean time Jake was however being allowed a glimpse of her fantastic cheeks. They were prominently displayed in a pair of lace boyshorts that patently matched her bra, and as she pressed herself against Jake's bedroom wall she delicately turned her hips over to give him a view between her legs. Jake was certain that he could make out the shape of her alluring lips, and as she softly swayed he could almost definitely smell the scent of feminine excitement in the air. The very realistic aroma threatened to pull him out of the little fantasy, but he fought hard and managed to keep his eyes closed and enjoy the show as it continued. A quiet click and whirr signaled Jake's air conditioning unit turning on, and moments later a cool breeze played over his naked chest and neck. Head still turned toward where his fantasy female danced for him, he used the hand not holding Rosa's white panties to stroke gently but persistently at his rapidly hardening erection. Rosa pushed herself away from the wall cautiously, her swaying hips resuming their flirtatious maneuvers. Closer and closer she came to Jake, bending her knees so that her luscious buttocks approached the tip of his cock. Jake could feel her warmth hovering over him, and his fist reacted on instinct. He pumped his cock up and down, already envisioning his seed spurting out to splash against Rosa's pert cheeks. He began to feel the sensation at the base of his shaft, and gritted his teeth in preparation. Rosa spun quickly, gazing down at his hand as it furiously brought him toward his approaching climax. She smiled and spoke. "Wouldn't you rather put that somewhere else?" Jake was stunned by the clarity of the sound, his hand stopping just before the point of no return. It was as if Rosa was actually there, and not just some phantom created by his active imagination. He was tempted again to open his eyes, but his will was stilled as Rosa lowered herself to a kneeling position beside the bed. Her hands came up to pull the drapery of he hair away from her face, and she gracefully descended her mouth to contact the tip of his prick. Jake was certain of it now. He could actually feel the heat of her lips, the slickness of her tongue. She bobbed down to take in the first inch and his hand fell limply to his side. He whimpered slightly with pleasure, and drifted off to sleep. ***** Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Jake rolled out of the tangled mass of blankets on the floor of some ramshackle apartment. He stood up and stretched, feeling the stiffness in his arms and legs from the chase the night before. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, he found that he was in the kitchen of the dank abode. The lights were off, having not been paid for in weeks. Natural illumination flitted in the window, peering around the large black and orange blanket that he used as a curtain. Jake scratched at the back of his scalp, feeling the stubble that meant it was time to shave again. His head ached, from the inside. Too much running the night before. Too much fighting, too much tumbling, too much alcohol. He made his way for the toilet to relieve himself. After pissing in the dark and making a general mess of the already vile bathroom, Jake pulled the window open. This one had no drape, but had been sprayed with black paint to keep out the light. Now unfettered, the sun's rays bounced off the yellow tile and gave him vision again. He stared in the mirror, seeing a chiseled face looking back at him. Cold grey eyes, naturally tanned skin, a bald head, and a smattering of scars made up the image. It was not Jake's face, but somehow, in this setting, it was the correct one. Jake blew his nose in some tissue he found by the sink and tossed it where he assumed a garbage can would be, but it simply landed on the floor, adding to the pile of other refuse. His immediate needs satisfied, Jake turned and went back to the hallway. He looked to one side and saw the kitchen and living room, and looked to the other to find two doors, both closed. There was a nagging sensation in the back of his mind, telling him that he needed to do something. Slowly, and with purpose, he turned back to the closed doors. Coming to the first, he opened it calmly. A closet. At first he simply thought that he would move on to the next, but he lingered. His hand, as if on its own, reached in and pulled out a knife. Long and wicked, it glinted in the errant light that reached from the bathroom window into the hall. Jake stared at it, one part of him filled with a terrible wave of horror, another part elated at seeing it, overtaken with a rush of adrenaline, a sense of power. He closed the closet and move on. Standing outside of the next door, Jake could hear sounds within, barely audible. He felt a tingling sensation in his loins at the quiet rustling. Some part of him knew what was beyond the wooden barrier. He coaxed the door open silently, peering inside. A figure was clearly lying in the center of the room, moving just slightly as if struggling against chains. There was a scent, which at first was hard to recognize. Jake's eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting, and he saw more and more with each moment. He stepped inside, attempting to make no noise. The figure stirred, perhaps having heard him, perhaps simply sensing his proximity. Now, with the door closed behind him and his vision growing clearer, Jake made out the female shape. Slender, nude, and facing away from him, there lie a woman who couldn't be older than her late teens. She whimpered very quietly, and Jake thrilled at the sound. Her mouth was covered, he realized. She was gagged. Jake stepped a little closer, taking in more of the scene. Though wearing no clothing, the girl had straps of cloth, or leather, tied to her ankles and wrists. Jake thought at first that they bound her limbs to each other, then noted several bolts in the floor. She was being tied down, so that she could not rise off of her hands and knees. He moved in closer. Her eyes were covered by a simple blindfold, knotted tightly behind her head to the straps of a ball-gag, which was what impeded her speech. The Desire Principle Ch. 04 She had stopped her pitiful struggling and now was lying still, though shuddering as if cold. Jake was breathing shallowly, moving to stand in front of her, though she would not be able to see. His right hand clenched the handle of the knife as his left casually tugged down his loose sweatpants. As they fell to the floor he kicked them away, now nude and looking down on her as a hunter would look on captured prey. Jake finally identified the scent that hung heavily in the room. It was sex. Old, stale sex. "I'm not going to hurt you, if you don't hurt me." Jake was hearing a voice speak from his mouth. It wasn't his voice. The girl twitched as he spoke, and Jake was aware that she had begun to sob quietly. He knelt down in front of her, his flaccid penis pointing down at her face. "I'm going to let you go. I'm going to take you home. All you have to do is play along." She simply continued to weep. Jake heard himself sigh. The knife drew up to her face, and he rested the flat of the blade against her cheek. She shuddered just briefly, and froze. She knew what it was. "If you do anything stupid, if you scream, if you bite, then you don't go home. If you understand, nod." She nodded just slightly, not daring to risk tempting the amount of pressure he was applying with the blade. Jake took the knife away and set it to the side, where he was certain that she could not quite reach it. "I'm taking your gag off." He reached out with talented fingers, deftly unclasping the gag, letting it fall. Still bound to her blindfold, it simply hung there beside her face. She panted, gulping large volumes of air and swallowing hard in an attempt to wet her mouth, having been depleted by the rubber ball left in it overnight. Jake stood up and moved around the room, giving her a moment to come to terms. He watched her with greedy, lecherous eyes. She was like a piece of meat to him. She was tender, succulent. She was something to be devoured, the leftovers cast aside for some lesser beast to taste. She was ripe. "Why," her voice croaked. Jake moved casually toward her, lowering himself to kneel before her, knowing what was coming, but wanting to hear it. Needing to hear, needing a reason. She struggled to swallow again, and then spoke with broken inflection. "Why... are you doing..." Jake slapped her hard across the mouth. Her lip swelled almost instantly, and a little trickle of blood formed at the corner. Her gasp was genuine. Jake watched her with unblinking eyes, thirsting for the moments to come. Her body's natural reflexes were to flinch, to recoil, but her breathing became shallow, her nipples erect. There was no doubt, she was enjoying this as much as he was. Finally, Jake spoke, not with anger, but with utter dispassionate monotone. "Don't fucking talk. You don't make a fucking sound unless I tell you to." Hearing these words leave his lips without the slightest inflection of emotion, even he became frightened. The girl was still. She didn't sob, she hardly even breathed. There was no rational response. She was now controlled some base desire that enjoyed being treated like an animal, like a slave. Jake moved in closer to her, lifting her up by her head. She quickly got the idea and cooperated, supporting herself on her hands, her legs resting lifeless on the floor behind her. There was a moment of hesitation as Jake wondered if he needed to reassert the consequences of her misbehavior, but he thought better of it. It only takes one good smack to teach them, Jake heard. This time the voice came from within his head, but it was still not his. It was that gruff sound, that detached growl, but inside his mind. Numbly Jake watched as his hand lifted his soft cock and pulled the girl's face toward it. He parted her lips with a finger, slid his dick into her mouth, and watched her. She was still for a moment, before the understanding of what had happened came to her. She coughed and attempted to spit it out, acting with reflexes more than with revulsion. Jake simply pulled her head further onto his shaft, which was beginning to awaken with the stimulation of her now slick orifice. "Don't you dare," he cautioned her, and all at once she relaxed. He just kept her there, enwreathing his staff as he slowly built more and more toward arousal. Silent tears formed under her blindfold, trickling down and falling around his cock. Jake watched, waiting. And in the end, he was rewarded in the same way that he always was. She began to suck at him, ever so gently. First it was easy to believe that she was simply attempting to swallow excess saliva. She acted sloppily, only the slightest suction detectable. But before a few moments had passed, she began to move her head just barely, and Jake freed his grasp on her, now only resting one hand on her head as a gentle reminder that he was in control. Jake rocked his hips back and forth. He was ever so careful to never pull away so far that he may slip free, not wanting to interrupt the sensation now that she had begun in earnest. Rather, he attempted on each stroke to push deeper, and as he got closer and closer to his full erection, he was less and less successful in his endeavor. As he pressed against the back of her throat, seeking to go even further, she moaned, almost too softly to hear. "I said no sound," intoned Jake's gruff voice. She froze. He waited for the tension to subside, for her to realize that no strike was coming this time. Once she had eased, her mouth returning to the soft and inviting shape, and he began to pump in and out again. The hand not resting on her head reached down, roughly groping at her breasts one at a time. She struggled against his touch, somewhat pointlessly as he was fucking her face, but Jake allowed her to resist. He played the game, letting her pretend that she didn't crave his touch, letting her think that she had some chance of evading the inevitable. A burning need began to smolder in Jake's gut as he watched this bound slave suck on his cock. It felt good, manhandling her and forcing her to blow him, but he knew that he could have so much more. Unable to resist temptation any longer, he roughly shoved her away, watching her shape crumple to the floor, her head swiveling about to try to get a sense of where he was going. She didn't speak, to her credit, but he knew what the words in her mind were. He had heard them said before, many times many ways. She was afraid that she'd done something wrong, made him angry, hurt him. She was confused, and terrified. Jake stood, making no attempt at disguising his location with light steps. He moved around her, watching as she listened. He stopped when he stood at her feet, and simply remained still. She was like a frightened field mouse trapped in a hawk's nest, wanting nothing more than to run but knowing that any movement would only hasten the killing blow. Her breath was ragged, weak. This was another part of the game, Jake knew somehow. He would wait her out, wait for her resolve to fade, wait for her to convince herself that it was time. He would watch her, motionless, and let her give him a reason. He would make it her choice. There it was. She twitched, just barely, but her body language gave away that she knew she had made a mistake. Knew it on some basic level of animalistic awareness. Jake watched, a prisoner in this body, as he fell on her and slammed her to the ground, crushing her naked breasts against the filthy rags of the floor and splaying her arms and legs outward as far as was allowed by her bindings. She made an insignificant squeak, and Jake kept up appearances with a slap that hardly connected with her cheek, serving more as a gesture than an attempt at inflicting harm. He wound his hand back to strike a third time, and had almost connected when he realized that she had managed to retain her silence. He was almost annoyed. She was breaking the routine. Not wasting a moment on trivial matters, he moved to kneel between her legs, his bodies weight still pressing on her back, keeping her immobile. Jake's strong hands divided their efforts, controlling her head, turning it so that he could kiss and lick the side of her face, the other reaching between her legs from behind, aggressively probing at her cunt. In response to this, she struggled. She was not entirely cowed, it would seem. Her writhing did nothing to slow him. Jake reached up to grip his own manhood tightly, his chest pressing against his captive's back, holding her in one position. With hardly any trouble at all he guided his head to nestle between the lips of her pussy, and he stopped. "Don't move," he growled to her, and she obeyed. Jake relished this moment, not able to be revolted by the conditions of it, entirely engrossed in the sensations that he felt with the tip of his penis. Nothing else concerned him. With no warning or compassion, he shoved his entire length into her in one smooth, practiced motion. He slipped easily into her sopping wet snatch, slick despite her many protests. She exhaled, and it could almost be called a moan, husky and guttural. Jake gritted his teeth in a sadistic grin. He heard that rancid, hateful voice in his mind again. She's a dirty whore, I knew it. They're all dirty whores. A nausea came over Jake's psyche, and he felt that he would have vomited if he were even remotely in control. "Don't move," he heard again aloud. The command seemed redundant, as she was utterly still already. His weight lifted from her as he supported himself on his left hand. His right slid in between them, pressing on one side against her buttocks and on the other against his pelvis. With a secure grip in place, he rose to his knees, yanking his entire cock from her all at once. She exhaled sharply again in surprise, sounding hurt and abandoned. But she didn't move. Gripping his shaft, Jake moved to descend again, stopping inches from her flesh and moving his supporting hand to press firmly into her back. She was again stationary, incapable of escape or evasion. Jake continued to approach her, and realized that his destination had been altered. The tip of his rigid cock butted up against her asshole, and she jumped. Jake realized that the only lubricant at hand was the very thin layer he had coated himself with on his one and only entry into her tunnel. He wanted to resist, to look away, but his eyes were glued on that point where the pulsing head of his prick nudged at the dark ring of her sphincter. Despite his orders, she was squirming about in hopes of pardon, but was held in place all too effectively by his weight pressed on lower spine. Jake thrust his dick into her anus, feeling the sting of his own skin being pulled upon as her tight little bud was stretched. She yelped, and Jake released his cock, now being held quite securely by her rectum, and slapped her right ass cheek with stinging force. She bit her lip and whimpered silently. Jake pushed deeper, and deeper still. Nearly having sunk his entire length into her forbidden hole, Jake now found himself leaning over her, bringing his mouth to her ear. He breathed heavily, making her uncomfortably aware of him, and he plunged the remainder of his cock home. She took it, soundlessly, and Jake grinned from ear to ear. "Moan for me," he ordered, and listened. She squeaked a little, managing no other sound at first. Her throat was dry, and she was filled with sensations of violation and discomfort, to name a few. Hastily recovering, to evade the ire of Jake's body, she groaned loudly, and grunted despite the lack of movement of her partner. It was an utterly obvious farce, but Jake clearly was not out for sincerity. He pulled back, and pressed into her again. This time, the grunt was real. Her ass held to him like a vice, lacking the requisite fluid to ease his passage. With each thrust of Jake's cock, she sobbed or groaned, and as he pulled away she would gasp a breath of air, bracing for the next invasion. Jake was unrelenting, forcing his way as deep as he could, pulling back until he felt the ridge of his head reach the muscular ring at her entrance, and repeating again. He huffed with the exertion, and began to lose himself, but when his focus waned, he realized something astonishing. His slave, his captive, his plaything, had stopped her grunts and whimpers. Her sounds had morphed, and now with each thrust she released a low growl, moaning in a most sensual way as if to suggest pleasure. Jake's feelings were torn, he found. He had lost something of his sense of control, of power, but he also felt suddenly vindicated at being proven correct, and knowing that she was a filthy slut, enjoying as her ass was violated by her captor. His hips continued to lunge toward her butt, his cock brutally assaulting her ass each time. The hot breath he had been sending into her ear became moaning of his own, merging with her own vociferous pleasure. He approached a powerful orgasm, already envisioning his seed being injected deep into her gut, sending himself into a frenzied pace. The slave groaned low and formed the sound into words. "Oh God! Fuck my ass!" She pleaded with the passion of a wanton lover denied for years. Jake felt a surge of anger. She had spoken, disobeyed. And more, she had openly admitted her lust, shattered the illusion, destroyed the facade of dominance that he enjoyed. She had made it clear that this, all of this, was her will, her desire. Jake's focus had decayed so much however that he could not bring himself to punish her for her insolence, as his role indicated he should. She continued her professions unhindered, heightening his distraction. "Cum in my fucking asshole!" she commanded him, in direct disregard for his status as her master. "Oooaugh... shit, God. Fuck!" Her attempt at words simply devolved into random expletives as euphoria ensconsed them both. His cock erupted, the hot sperm flooding her anus, his feverish tempo not slowing. She released a long, final groan and shuddered. Her ass clamped down on him, he shivered at the height of his pleasure, and he pushed as much of his shaft into her as he could, feeling the burning pool of his spunk swell up around him. Looking down he saw her spasms subsiding, the first trickles of semen beginning to leak out around his cock. She was slumped to the ground, limp and satisfied. Jake stared at the sight of her asshole as the muscles attempted to dislodge him, feeling drunk with the power of his conquest. Reveling in being filthy, Jake enjoyed knowing that he had given her what she craved, what she deserved for her disgusting appetites. Casually Jake slid the hand which he had been using for support up the backbone of his subject, feeling her hot skin with his rough palm. He reached her hair and pushed under it, reaching her neck. There was something there that he had not noticed before. He found a chain of some kind, definitely metal, likely of some value. Anger surged through Jake as he silently scolded himself for not noticing this before. He tore the chain away roughly, breaking a link or two. He brought it to his face, inspecting the charm at the end. It was a simple pendant, shaped like a heart, and made of carefully etched gold. ***** Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Jake rolled out of the tangled mass of blankets on the bed in his comfortable home. He looked around, becoming once again familiar with his surroundings. In one hand he held Rosa's white panties, still fairly close to his face. In the other hand was his erection, which was deflating slowly even now. He felt rested, as if he had slept for hours, yet as near as he could tell only a matter of moments had passed since he first closed his eyes. He recalled the dream, or fantasy, or vision that he had experience before nodding off. Looking back down at his now flaccid penis, he noted that he felt the familiar sensation of a recent orgasm, however he saw no proof of it on his hand, stomach, or bed. The Desire Principle Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Past, Present, Future If Jake had been asked to describe his disposition in one word, it would be perplexed. He cautiously put his softening cock back in his pants, stood up, and donned the t-shirt that he had selected prior to his sudden and unexpected nap. Zipping and buttoning his fly, he stood for long moments staring at the bed, and Rosa's pair of white panties that were resting on it. Reluctantly, he removed his gaze and stepped out of his bedroom, moving to the front of his house to slip on a pair of tennis shoes and set about further contemplating what had happened. Never before had Jake had such a vivid dream, and of all of the sexual dreams that he had experienced in the past, he always woke to discover that his unconscious orgasm had triggered an actual one. This time he had arisen clean, but feeling quite satisfied. All of this was fairly easy to accept however, as he was forced to admit that he'd felt very different since finding the Heart of Gold, except for the apparent appearance of Rosa before he fell to sleep. While he had originally thought it just a very convincing fantasy he was creating, he could swear that he actually felt her touching him before he nodded off. "Was she actually here?" Jake wondered aloud, not caring that there was no one to hear him. "Is that why I didn't make a mess on myself?" Of course the other factor was that he had fallen asleep, when he had not believed himself to be tired in the slightest. Admittedly he seemed to have only been out for a few moments, but it was very unlike Jake to take catnaps. He had always slept very soundly, straight through the night, and awoken quite refreshed in the morning, capable of going the rest of the day with a clear head. Jake became more and more concerned over all of this. He had hoped to make today a relatively normal one, after all of his recent abnormality, and this was not a very good omen of that. ***** Even the hollow, emotionless sound of his car door slamming shut was vibrant and new. Jake stepped away from his vehicle and turned his gaze to the sprawling expanse of automotives floating in a pavement sea. He took in a breath of air, which despite the pollution of the urban sprawl was sweet. Somehow electrically charged, every aspect of his surroundings took on new meaning. The Heart thrummed silently on his chest. Slightly nearer drew his destination as he walked, little by little. It was a wide and low monument on the horizon of his sight, affixed to the landscape as if it had been there since the dawn of time. Vigilant and unmoving, it was a gathering place for all classifications of people in this area, where they came to exchange things they valued. It was the tri-story local shopping center complex; the mall. Jake wasn't entirely certain why he was coming here again. He mostly hoped that at the very least his new trinket would trigger some new sort of reaction, and he might be able to garner more understanding of it from the experience. Either that, or he would get laid. Technically both purposes would be self-serving, so he didn't presume to judge himself for hoping for the latter. Craning his neck upward, he spied the sun flitting between the crevasses of a bank of fluffy white clouds. It's too nice a day to spend in the mall, he thought. Briefly he wondered if he should go elsewhere, his eyes tracing from the clouds to a trio of seagulls that were gliding on an invisible air current. As Jake followed the distraction he mused on their name. We're not anywhere near a sea, we're in a parking lot. Lot-gulls? Just gulls, I guess, he silently babbled, watching them land near a torn fast food bag that some litterer had littered. There, beyond the gulls and the garbage, on a shallow hill manufactured as a more esthetically pleasing barrier between two parking lots, stood the old man from the riverbank. He grinned his wicked grin, teeth uneven, lips chapped and cracking, skin pockmarked and yellowed. The sun somehow didn't shine on him at all. Before thinking, Jake's body was put to mind my reflexive synapses. His legs jerked, his arms tensed, and he was running at break-neck speed. That rage boiled in his gut, demanding satisfaction. He had to stop that grin. Everything that he was demanded that he put an end to it. But as he approached, the old man simply lifted his hand as if to bid Jake to stop, and he did it. Inexplicably, he slowed down, he stopped, and he stated dumbly from the base of the little embankment. "Why you in such a hurry, sonny?" Jake stared aghast. He had no recourse for this. He was utterly disarmed; unable to conjure the proper and reasonable response, because there wasn't one. "Cat got your tongue?" chortled the old creature. "Don't suppose you have much to say to the likes of me, eh?" He frowned thoughtfully as he watched the twitchy eyes on the wrinkled face inspect him. He felt calmer now, but still uneasy. "Are you here to mock me some more? Taunt me with riddles? I'm not in the mood." "No, no," came back the feeble voice quickly, "I ain't in no mood neither." The smarmy expression the man wore did little to belie his honesty. "But I know you need to know some things, and that's what I come for." Jake's brow scrunched together as he tried to focus on understanding. "The last time I saw you, you didn't seem too interested in answering anything." He attempted to give his best indignant stare. "I gave plenty of answers, you just didn't care to listen." The sound that Jake made in reaction could best be described as a growl. He balled up his hands for a moment, but slowly relaxed them. "I'm listening," he said through gritted teeth. A soft breeze swept by him, and he gazed unblinkingly. That wretched smile curled across the dry lips of the old face. "Havin' some trouble with gettin' your desires in order, eh?" Jake felt like he nodded, but he didn't. He began to sputter questions. "Is this thing changing reality?" he began, grasping at the Heart. "Can I make it turn on whenever I want? Will it just do anything-" He was cut off by another simple gesture. "It just reacts, sonny. It does what you want, without you needin' to want it first." His expression seemed to suggest that he thought that his explanation was sufficient, despite the obvious contrary. Thankfully Jake's blank face seemed to be a little more communicative. The old man sighed, and continued. "Everyone figures it out different. What's been-" It was now Jake's opportunity to interject. "Everyone? How many people have had this before me?" He thought for a moment and asked a new question. "Did you used to have it? Did you leave this in the mud for me?" Lines began to converge on the ancient, wrinkled face as the man grimaced and shook his head. "No, this ain't right, this ain't the point. Look, you had any dreams or any-" Jake took a step forward excitedly this time as he spoke. "Yeah! It was... vivid. Intense, you know? I was in this weird house..." As Jake began to trail into his memory of the event, the man shook his head more. "I don't need to know about it. Just wanted to see how far it'd got." "How far what had gotten? You're still not answering me!" Jake was shouting, uncaring if he drew attention, somehow hoping he drew attention so that someone else could share in seeing, and hating this old man. The dismissive gestures of the spotted hands did nothing to calm Jake at this point, but the elder voice croaked all the same, "Calm down, sonny." The words were insubstantial. "What did the dream mean? Did I actually do that to somebody? What's happ-" Jake didn't need to be cut off by anyone. His voice simply terminated in the middle of a word. He felt ill without any discernable reason. All at once he was hit with fatigue and vertigo, and felt himself falling. The world became a blur of motion, and he drifted groundward. ***** Jake stood on the edge of a stone bridge, a shallow stream quietly burbling beneath him. It was night, and the moon was waxing half-full. The sweet scent of burning wood drifted through the cool air. He turned to his left to see a building, the size of a hotel, consumed by flames. He felt happy, not the least bit concerned. The light of the fire was bright, and he lifted his hand to shield his eyes. The hand was dark-skinned, clearly not Caucasian. His arm was not covered by a sleeve, and his skin was rough and dry. He could feel the muscles twitch, and knew that he had great power in these limbs. Turning to his right now, he reached out and beheld a beautiful African woman, her ebony skin aglow in the vague light. Jake brought the hand he had used to protect his eyes around and swept her tangled hair from in front of her face. He bent down and set a passionate kiss on her lips, sharing with her a sensation of exhilaration, of freedom. His hand slid down her form, brushing her breasts momentarily before touching her stomach, which was swollen with pregnancy. At his chest he felt a reassuring warmth. ***** In the dim morning light that filtered in through the rice-paper screen on his window, Jake gazed lovingly at the slight form of a nude woman. Her silky black hair lay across her pillow as if it had been painted there, sweeping away from her face. Beautiful Asian features gazed back at Jake; almond-shaped eyes and a slender nose, graceful eyebrows, pronounced cheek bones and pouting lips. Her elegant chin curved down into a slender neck and then splayed out smoothly into shoulders, a delicate collarbone stretching between them. Her arms lay close by her body, supporting two perfect breasts which had such a natural curve to emulate droplets of water. Petite nipples sat at the center of the delectable orbs, erect in the hazy morning. Jake's hand, rugged with coarse black hair and thickly calloused fingers, gently touched her cheek. His stroke slid along the curves that he had previously only coveted with his mind, sloping along the outer edge of her arm, past her chest, and lightly turning at her elbow to cut across to her stomach. She quivered at the contact, the soft skin of her belly shuddering ever so slightly. Still Jake persisted, his fingers gliding along the curve of her abs and gently playing at her belly button. She giggled, the first sound Jake had heard, and he nearly lost himself in the resonance. Looking back to her eyes, soft brown orbs that looked back into him, he allowed his hand to draw lower, and lower. She blushed and looked away as he felt his fingers connect with soft hair, and he too diverted his eyes. Glancing back down he saw the straight strands of her pubic hair gracefully stretching downward toward her slightly swollen lips. It looked almost as if it had been groomed to look this way, but in a carefree way that made it evident that this was natural. Jake's fingers continued beyond the silken mane, and touched the supple flesh it guarded. A second sound came - a sharp intake of breath - and her body went still. Jake took in her form as she lay there, trying not to move in anticipation of his actions. He took a great pleasure in slowly easing his hand down along the seam of her sex, watching her entire body shudder and quiver. She was statuesque in her immaculate beauty, but with such simple contact from him, she became vulnerable. To Jake, it was the most sensual thing about her. He withdrew his hand, and her form relaxed, nearly melted. She turned slowly and looked at him, and her lips parted. She spoke, in Japanese. Somehow Jake knew her language; she said only "Please." Obliging without resistance, Jake's hands found their place on either side of the beautiful young Japanese woman's head. He lifted his body over top of her, his knees resting on either side of her legs, and stared down. Those pleading eyes, looking deep into him, were all he needed in this moment. But she needed more. He shifted one leg and pressed a knee between hers, and then the other, spreading her thighs. He lowered himself toward her, drawing enticement from each inch that evaporated between them. She gasped once more as the tip of his head touched her entrance. An electric shock ran to Jake's brain, and he clenched his muscles. His desire for her was burning in his chest now, but he was resolute. He watched her, waiting for her to ease again, and then pressed forward. As his shaft began to spread her open, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, turning her head to lie on the pillow. He did not pause this time, and continued to slowly ease his way in. Her face scrunched up in concentration, and she exhaled hard as if all of the air was being forced from her, but she remained still and flat on the bed, and still, Jake pressed on. Taking rapid breaths now, she rasped and wheezed quickly. He was nearly filling her, but she was rigid, unmoving, other than her heaving chest. Her eyes were clenched shut as she simply felt his pulse inside of her, his breathing inches above her. Jake looked on her frozen form, and she simply accepted him. Her submission was not out of fear, nor of shame. It was just her place. She was his, entirely. Jake felt his testicles come to rest comfortable on her ass; he was completely within her now. Tensing his arms and chest, he started to lift himself away from the prone female body beneath him, but was stopped. She became a flurry of motion without warning. A moment earlier she simply accepted his presence, but as he began to withdraw himself she refused. Her arms sprung up from her sides and looped behind his head, pulling his face to hers. She opened her lips and pressed them to his, her tongue darting demandingly into his mouth. As he returned the kiss she began to suck at him hungrily, a sensation that Jake had not experienced before, and found incredibly erotic. Pulling him closer still, she also enclosed him in her legs. As he attempted to focus on the kiss she drew him further into her moist pussy, flexing her abs and working back and forth against him, even as she was there suspended beneath his body. It was too much to remain focused on all at once, and Jake's arms gave out, sending the two crashing to the surface of the bed. She was unfettered though, and simply arched her back to press her erect nipples against his chest. Jake slipped one arm beneath her head and pulled her closer as their wet, forceful kiss went on. His other hand came in close to his body, and he groped at her breast, doing his best to find her nipple as she twisted and writhed against him. Her convulsions seemed a mixture between an attempt to draw him deeper and buck him off. She would dig her heels in and pull him close, forcing his cock deep, and then throw her hips forward and then back, rubbing her clitoris against his shaft. Jake was practically dripping wet, and could no longer resist taking control again. He pressed her against the bed, pushing both arms under her body and clenching tight. Her upper half was held fast, and Jake pulled away to disengage the kiss, reluctantly. Her head thrashed for a moment as she gulped in air. Jake brought his face down and began to trace a line of kisses along her neck and jaw-line. His hands slid up and down her back, and he pulled his hips backward, then thrust. She gasped, and struggled to breathe again. The speed of their actions increased with each push and pull. She was buried beneath his weight, but still attempted to grind herself on his pulsing member. He was lost in the ecstasy of her sex, but strained for focus enough to continue to pull back and press inward once more. And then the warning came; a sensation in his groin like heat and cold all at once. He froze for a moment, debating his choices. He knew that he should pull away, but he wanted to push further. He wanted to fill her with his seed. She continued to writhe and convulse, and Jake could feel her orgasm approaching as quickly as his. He closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and pulled her close. Pressing himself as deeply as he could, he ground against her as she had done to him. She moaned, low and feral. He felt her quiver as her orgasm began, and he held himself in place, on the verge of climax. Jake heard a voice echo as he spoke, "I love you, Lin," and then he repeated himself in Japanese. His semen splashed inside of her, seeking her womb as he held her tighter than he ever had or ever would again. A heat surged at Jake's chest, and a bright flash filled their room. Everything became a wash of white, color and shape ceasing to exist, and there was silent serenity. This moment was perfection, and was nothing. ***** Jake held a gun, barrel hot and smoking. His hands shook. Frail, small hands at the end of malnourished arms were balled into fists, belonging to not more than a pre-teen surely. Before him lay a man, dead. He looked up with an eternal scream, a fresh hole having just been bored between his eyes. Vivid red blood still bubbled from the wound. Looking into the dead eyes of this face, Jake felt a surge of power. He lifted his hands, and opened them slightly. The left held the gun, hot and angry. In his right hand was a small trinket, a golden medallion shaped like a heart. It pulsed as he gazed at it, and his hand felt warm. Jake wanted to feel that sensation forever. He wanted power, more than he could handle. He wanted it all. ***** A fire crackled in a cast-iron stove, an antique that was far more wasteful than it was worth. Jake looked into the fire and felt the heat of it wash over him, bathing him in comfort and tranquility. As the wave of sensation passed, a warmth lingered in his chest, and on it. He became more aware of his surroundings. He sat in a comfortable chair in a small room with rough wooden planks for walls. The plush carpet beneath his bare feet practically massaged his tender soles. His eyelids closed and his head languidly turned to one side and the other, the muscles in his neck and back seeming to unravel as all stress melted out of him. As he opened his eyes, he saw in the chair beside him sitting an old man. The old man, in fact, his wrinkled visage unmistakable. He sat, reading a book silently. "Finally came to see me, eh sonny?" For once, the nickname didn't anger Jake, nor the voice of the old man. He simply nodded and listened, at peace. The old man nodded back, and closed his book. "You're startin' to get it, I think. You gotta relax more." He set his book on an ottoman before him. "Don't try to want it, just accept that you do. And try to know why, so you can want it better." Jake somehow understood what he meant, even though he knew it wasn't making a whole lot of sense. He nodded again, and turned back to the fire. He closed his eyes willfully this time, and listened to the burning wood crackle. "And remember that it's about knowin' yourself, not knowin' others. Don't lose yourself in the dreams. They're warnings, not promises." His breathing was slow as he digested the words of the old man. He felt as if he needed to open his eyes, but he didn't care to. He felt strangely more at peace in this place than any other. He felt as if finally he was at home. "You can do anything, be anything, have anything, or anywhere. There ain't boundaries to worry about. You can go anywhere, anytime. Just understand why you want it, and you can guide your desires." Another few deep breaths, and Jake felt himself falling again. As if he was drifting off to sleep, but was reflexively resisting it. The Heart thrummed with warmth and pressure, as if it were actually pumping blood through him. His body jerked, and he blinked sleepily. ***** Jake turned slowly in the hazy nothing. The world was a languid blur of surreal colors to him now, his reality somehow different than it was just moments before. It was as if he understood everything, but could relate to nothing. He simply drifted in the shapes and shadows, waiting for his body to orient itself on something solid, something tangible, something relevant. As the shifting lines took form, he found he was looking into a pair of beautiful iridescent blue eyes. Rosa's eyes. The Desire Principle Ch. 05 "We need to talk," she said. Jake's Heart stopped beating.